Comm18 - Magic Milk

Commission for Markus McCloud! Hope you enjoy!

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"Aaand there," Starri the milkmage said as she tucked her magical, homemade cookies away in her satchel. The draconic humanoid woman had taken on the most pressing task her village had faced in years: defeat Orvu, the feral dragon who was reaping chaos throughout the valley.

Starri had four curved horns protruding from her locks of shiny black hair. Her body was covered in wine-red scales that made for excellent natural armour: this let Starri wear light magical garments into battle that wouldn't inhibit her movement. She wore an elegant violet mage's gown that could barely contain her breasts. Both nipples poked out from her gown's V neck and constantly leaked her sweet, powerful breast milk.

With her preparations complete, Starri gently squeezed her boobs, releasing strands of milk that swirled around her body; her control of milk was akin to a waterbender's control of water. Starri closed her eyes and muttered an incantation, channelling her milk's arcane properties to teleport herself away to her target's predicted location.

When Starri rematerialised, she found herself just outside a cave jutting into the side of a mountain. Much to her dismay, Orvu was waiting for her.

White scales charred by the scorching flames of his own creation, two demonic-looking wings, and a chunky, spiked tail sparked a momentary rush of fear in the milkmage’s heart. Unlike Starri, Orvu was not a humanoid: the dragon stood upon all four of his bulky, taloned feet. Despite this, he was only the size of a large horse. Such a compact form was nigh impossible to hit with arrows while in flight and shockingly agile while grounded - as the villagers were well aware after countless attacks.

“Took you long enough, witch.” Orvu growled.

Starri scrambled to pull out a handful of cookies, wishing she would have had a moment to take Orvu by surprise. But by the time her hand had reached her satchel, Orvu had already lunged into flight. Her opponent swooped down from above, spitting blue flames in a rain of fire upon the defenceless caster. Leaping into the cave, Starri landed on her soft boobs. A surge of her enchanted milk was pressed out of her, leaving her lying in a warm puddle. Thankfully, Starri could create an endless source of the sweet liquid, so there was no need to cry over spilled milk.

The cover gave her enough time to get to her feet and ready a handful of cookies, but it wasn’t long before Orvu landed at the cave’s rocky mouth. The feral dragon exhaled another burst of fire, but Starri was quick on the draw: with her free hand, she squeezed one of her scaled boobs, countering the flames with a magical stream of milk. Flame and milk repelled each other in a spectacular clash of arcane power.

Once Orvu's fiery breath ceased, Starri threw her cookies into the air where they were met with ribbons of flying milk - it was of course being dunked in milk that summoned forth a cookie's power, after all. The dragoness pointed a clawed finger at the menace before her, commanding her milk and cookies to shoot forward. However, one forceful flap of Orvu's wings sent them astray, crashing into the cave walls surrounding them where they burst apart in magical explosions. Chunks of stone were sent flying in all directions; one even impacted her tender nipple, evoking an embarrassing yelp from the veteran milkmage.

"Flee while you still can, mortal, for I will show you no quarter." Orvu's voice echoed around the cave.

After wringing more milk from her sensitive breasts, Starri wound up and released a forceful air punch. Her milk reformed in the shape of a massive fist, accelerating toward her evil counterpart. Orvu braced for impact, tanking the hit head-on.

"That hit his head but didn't even phase him… "

Shaking her head, Starri gathered herself as she conjured up a new plan. She turned heel and ran deeper into the cave, luring Orvu in after her. The desperate dragon woman launched her open satchel into the air, freeing her cookies. Directing her milk to carry the cookies toward Orvu, Starri spun on the spot to see him charging at her.

Orvu roared with a terrific fiery breath to destroy the oncoming pastry projectiles, but Starri had other plans: instead of continuing to target the rampaging dragon, the cookies were redirected up to hit the cave's ceiling! All of her remaining cookies exploded upon impact, sending shock waves that cracked and crumbled the rock above Orvu's head.

"GRAAAW!" Orvu cried out in shock as the cave collapsed on top of him. Boulders pinned the beast to the cold stone floor, but not for long: the impact had knocked the wind out of him. He would certainly gather the strength to emerge from the pile of rubble once he regained his breath, but that still left a moment of vulnerability.

Seizing the opportunity, Starri bolted back towards the wild dragon as he gasped for air. The dairy conjurer flicked her wrists, commanding her milk to keep Orvu's mouth pried open, then grabbed her tiddies as tightly as she could. Starri shoved her breasts into her enemy's gaping maw and unloaded milk as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately for Orvu, he lacked the air in his lungs to breath fire and blast away his attacker. Blushing under his charred scales, Orvu tried to scream "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" However, the only sounds he could make were pitiful, muffled gargles. Loath as he was to admit it to himself, he found that Starri's sweet, warm breast milk brought him a distinctly pleasant sensation. He also enjoyed having a rather attractive dragoness' boobs in his mouth.

It wasn't long before Orvu's stomach reached capacity - but this was no ordinary milk. Orvu's belly began to feel tighter by the moment, warping and stretching as his insides were inflated to support the extra volume of incoming milk. Being pinned under a mountain of rubble was already a snug experience, let alone with his steadily increasing size. The milk wouldn't accept any overflow, stretching out its draconic container to accept every last drop.

Orvu desperately lashed out, clawing at thin air while trying to shake Starri off his snout. His sides bulged out further, wiggling as he furiously struggled to writhe out from under the boulders.

Conflicting thoughts ran through the beast's mind: Orvu experienced the agony of feeling as though he could burst at any moment, yet there was a part of him that yearned for even more! The creamy beverage he was consuming was like none he had ever enjoyed before. Even the clearest, most refreshing spring water paled in comparison to the sweet taste and comforting energy of Starri's milk.

Noticing the boulders being displaced as Orvu's body swelled, Starri squeezed herself tighter to force more milk down her enemy's throat. Despite the dire circumstances, it was immensely satisfying for her to expel this much milk: having an effectively infinite well of liquid pushing out from inside one's boobs was a recipe for tender breasts. The constant leaking and the never-ending urge to be milked weighed heavily on the intrepid milkmage - but for now, at least, she felt blissful relief.

By now, Orvu's torso had bulged out in all directions, rounding out his shape. It was as if his limbs were slowly sinking into the soft, pudgy sphere: the poor dragon had bloated to such an extreme that his strong legs appeared tiny in comparison. Most of the rubble had been pushed off of him, but there was too much milk weighing him down for it to matter.

Yet still, Starri refused to relent. Even more milk caused Orvu to balloon out to preposterous proportions. It took only a few moments for his belly to grow so large that his feet could no longer even reach the ground. The once-fearsome dragon had been reduced to an immovable, oversized bean bag with scales.

When Starri noticed that Orvu had ceased resisting, she finally capped off her two rivers of breast milk and leapt away from his grizzled face. "Yield, villain! You have no hope of victory now."

"Urk, s-so full…" The rotund dragon waved his proportionately stubby little legs in a pathetic attempt to regain some form of control. His chonky little tail wiggled delightedly of its own accord, much to Orvu's embarrassment. In one final attempt to lash out, he bared his sharp teeth and inhaled for a burst of fiery breath, then- *burp!* A tiny, abrupt burp was all that escaped his lips.

Starri desperately tried to prevent a smirk from forming on her scaly snout.

"Hrmmph! If your milk wasn't so… t-tasty and satisfying… you'd be naught but a pile of ash right now!"

"Perhaps… but that matters little at the moment, dear. Now, cease your rampages on the village!" Starri demanded.

Orvu averted his gaze. “Only if you…” *grumble mumble…*

“Speak up, I can’t hear you.”

“Only if you… feed me milk like this… every week…”

“Well then, that’s a deal.”

Starri began casting a teleport spell, but was interrupted by Orvu.

“Wait! Could you, er… r-roll me over to my carpet before you go? I’ve got a house in this cave you destroyed…”

—

The week after Starri tamed the vicious, feral dragon in the mountains was full of joy. The village held celebrations in the milkmage’s honour during daylight and slept soundly in the knowledge of their safety at night.

Everywhere the veteran conjurer went, the adoration of the masses followed.

“Oh Starri! Thanks for saving us!”

“Thank you so much, Ms. Starri!”

“You saved us! You’re our hero! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome at my bakery anytime, darling! Anything you’d like is on the house!”

Some of the townspeople even offered to help relieve Starri of her pent-up, overflowing milk. Starri, of course, was more than happy to take them up on their kind gestures.

One evening, Starri was joined in her home by a lamia woman named Astra and a gator man named Nova. The two guests laid back on Starri's bed, inviting their hero on top of them.

Astra wrapped her long, smooth tail around Starri and gently cupped the dragoness' left breast in her hands. Nova followed suit, tenderly kneading her other soft boob. Both submissives eagerly opened their mouths as they squirmed needily.

And then Starri opened the floodgates. Both of her tits erupted with a euphoric flow of breast milk, streaming into Astra's and Nova's open maws. The pair’s bellies quickly filled up, and the milk began to reshape their forms like it did for Orvu.

Nova’s sensitive tummy began to bulge as the pleasant liquid inside him pushed outwards. His toned six-pack lost its definition and his narrow figure widened to accommodate his rapidly increasing volume.

Astra was also being transformed by Starri’s magical breast milk, but in a much different manner. Growth was not limited to her soft, pudgy tummy: her entire tail expanded as she was filled up along her whole body length. Starri, meanwhile, felt a mounting pressure building as Astra’s tail tightened around her naked, scaly body.

“Mmm, that’s it darlings~” Starri cooed. “Drink it all up… That’s it… Feel yourselves grow bigger and heavier… Softer and cuddlier… Hee hee, my good pets~”

The two bottoms could only respond with squirms of joy and adorable, muffled little hums of pleasure. Starri’s stimulated breasts felt divine from the loving squeezes Astra and Nova bestowed upon them. All three of them were in paradise.

Starri was now about two feet higher above the floor than she was only minutes prior thanks to her two growing guests. It was nearly impossible for both Nova and Astra to share the bed now, as their widening forms were pushing on each other quite forcefully. Before either of them could fall off, the bed frame buckled under the intense weight, collapsing with a gentle thud.

The chubby submissives were practically spilling over the side of the mattress. Nova’s bulbous, round torso and Astra’s big, chonky tail had grown so huge that they would never be able to fit through Starri’s front door. But neither of them particularly cared about that fact: the magician’s milk was far too sweet and comforting for them to feel anything but pure bliss.

The lamia’s tight grasp, the gentle fondling of her breasts, and the satisfying relief of draining all her pent up milk had Starri on the edge, but it was the looks of joy on the faces of Astra and Nova that pushed her over the edge. Climaxing from the erogenous zones on her chest, she gushed one final, euphoric burst of her creamy milk.

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Wonderful though they were, the festivities soon waned, and the village returned to rebuilding that which had been destroyed. Their ecstatic cheer faded into comfy contentment, but none of them ever forgot Starri’s deeds; in fact, many of the villagers were more than happy to help relieve the pent-up milkmage on a daily basis!

About a month after Orvu’s defeat, Starri returned to the mountain lair for her fourth feeding session with the rather spherical dragon. To her surprise, Orvu refused to allow Starri to reset him to his original size: though it was in her power to undo the milk’s effects, Orvu took a liking to his new, inflated form, and insisted he would call off their deal if Starri dared reduce his size.

Starri, of course, worried for his future living situation considering he just kept growing with each dose of magic milk. Orvu now spent his days hollowing out his mountain, making room for his huge body to simply exist. The mouth to his cave remained untouched, however, leaving him stuck deep within.

“You know, one day you’re going to be too big for this mountain,” Starri smirked.

“Hrmmph! Then I’ll just get a bigger one!” Orvu huffed back.

“And just how will you get to this bigger mountain, hmm?”

“You’ll take me there!”

“Oh I will, will I? In that case, I better cut back to giving you milk once a month-”

“NO! Er, p-please no…” Orvu pleaded. *Mumble grumble mumble.*

“What was that, Orvu? ‘Please, no more milk’? Well, if you insist…” Starri stuck her tongue out playfully.

“GRAAAA-” *burp!*

“Hee hee hee! You’re just a big softy, aren’t you?~”

Orvu’s pudgy, stubby little tail simply flicked in mild irritation.

“Now open wide, you don’t want to waste any of my lovely milk, do you?~”

Doing as instructed, the formerly-fearsome dragon opened his squishier, chonkier snoot and let Starri shoot her heavenly milk into him. His body again began to inflate, finally surpassing a twenty metre diameter. His back eventually reached the height of the ceiling, where he got sandwiched tighter and tighter inside his homely confines. Despite feeling as though he were in a hydraulic press, Orvu continued to ingest the milk like a champ, simply growing wider to keep accommodating the addictive milk.

Starri paused. “That should be enough, don’t you think?”

“More!!” Orvu demanded, his croaky voice muffled by the tight compression of his body.

“Alright, if you insist~”

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And so the story goes. Legend has it that Orvu finally outgrew his mountain, but reluctantly agreed to be shrunk back to his original size. Then, the cycle repeated, with the dragon growing larger and larger until again reverting to his small form. Both Starri and Orvu enjoyed their arrangement for the rest of their days.