Liliana cowgirl etc.
“What is this new magic?!” the necromancer hissed as she felt paralyzed, her arms held to her sides. “Must be held in… some demon’s power…”
Liliana’s purple robes burst off her as entirely unknown magic–at least to her–coursed through her body, instantly plumping up her tits and ass. She was more exaggerated already than any woman she’d ever seen, and she was still getting bigger!
“Release me!” she demanded. “It- agh- it feels… no! I won’t give in!” The pleasurable sensations swam within her, and Liliana grit her teeth, determined not to let herself enjoy it. That became harder as she grew larger, and her bottom lip trembled as she tried to resist.
Her eyes widened as Liliana realized her perspective was changing, and the tatters of her robes fluttered around her increasingly curvaceous, yet shorter, body. “Stop this at- oh– stop- uuuunnngggghhhhh…” The necromancer continued to grow bustier; her curves seemed to be sapping her height. The last shreds of her willpower evaporated when her nipples let forth a deluge of milk, and she subconsciously felt herself released from the magic that held her, and she fell to her knees.
Her flow increased in strength as her hands shot to her nipples, her mind now taken up by only one thing- lactating. Her headdress clattered to the ground, pushed off by her growing horns. She slowly realized her udders were occupying more and more space in her arms, but hardly noticed the thick, curved horns sprouting from above her increasingly bovine ears. Liliana leaned back, letting her huge breasts spew milk wildly, and she tumbled onto her fat ass and tail, the cheeks jiggling on contact with the floor.
She fell backward, resting on her back, and her tits nearly pinned her arms down; she could barely hold them up to reach her leaky nipples. Liliana managed, for the moment, to keep working her boobs while they insisted on growing larger. She found it harder and harder to hold them up, especially as she kept getting shorter. Barely above 5 feet tall, Liliana’s udders trapped her arms to either side, but her milk kept on flowing.
“M-m-mmmoooooo,” she moaned. “S-somebody… m-milk meeeee…”
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