A spell accidentally makes Maddie’s tits more sensitive until her nipples burst with milk~
Maddie stretched and yawned as she sat on her bed topless. “I should get dressed again…”
She picked up her sweater and bra and gasped from finding what was under them. “My spell notes! I was looking for these!” Maddie picked up the loose sheets of paper. “I gotta copy these into my spellbook!”
The witch hefted the leather-bound tome onto her desk and flipped open to the first blank page and picked up a quill-styled pen. “So glad we don’t have to use actual quills,” she remarked, not realizing that writing the spell into her book was also casting it simultaneously.
Maddie shifted in her seat while writing, ignoring the sensations from her bust as it jostled around in her bra; she wrote it off as the usual sensitivity from her succubus week. Tossing the pen down, Madeline smiled at the inked pages. She stood up and immediately her knees buckled, and she stumbled backwards to her bed as her pussy exploded with sensation. “Ohhhhh, fuck, what- happened?” she asked between moans, clawing at her sweater to pull it up.
“My tits?” She squeezed them through her bra. “Ohhhohhohohoh, fuck, that’s good!” Madeline shimmied out of her leggings and thong as her brain devoted itself to the pleasure coursing through her body. Maddie yanked her bra off, before greedily groping her boobs and mewling from the overwhelming sensitivity.
The witch rubbed her thighs together, the pleasure nearly unbearable, but unable to pull her hands away from her breasts. She massaged her tits as the spell steadily intensified, and Maddie arched her back, pushing the top of her head into the mattress. “Hnnnnngg, fuuuck…”
“Oh, goddess, I’m gonna… gonna- gonn-aaaAAAHH!” she screamed as she hit her first climax, and her tits erupted with milk, twin geysers of cream spouting from her nipples. “Oh, fuck, I,” she stammered out, her brain short-circuiting from the pleasure; she tumbled out of bed and walked on her knees to a corner of her room.
Slumping into the rig, the Cece-brand machine took over, hooking her tits up to the pumps and starting up. There was no tank on this one; it instead had a portal to one of Maddie’s reservoirs on the ranch. “Oh, goddess, th-thank you… oh, fuckkk, milk me…”
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