The woman nods when you sit in the chair and walks around to stand behind you. You hear switches being flipped followed by a metallic clang as four restraints slide out, securing your wrists and ankles to the chair, then a soft hiss fills the air.
"Don't bullshit me," she steps in front of you, holding two transparent plastic hoses ending in suction cups and what looks to be a small bullet vibrator. "I have contacts in high places both in the government and in various magical circles, and if there was another way for a mundane to gain magical powers, I would have heard of it -- such things cannot be kept secret for long. But as of now, it's either artifacts or the milk, and artifacts can be detected. Besides, with the doses I've been taking, the withdrawal symptoms will not be pleasant if I tried to quit now. But enough talk..."
She bends down to undo the buttons of your blouse and opens it to expose your chest, then reaches behind you and unhooks your bra, pulling it up and nodding in appreciation at your naked breasts. "Nice and perky," her finger traces a path along your left breast until it reaches the nipple, flicking it. "Pity it won't last though, the process makes them swell with milk, but you probably already know that."
She places the suction cups against your areola and you feel a pleasurable pull as they latch on. "I've made some improvements to the machine," the woman says conversationally as she fiddles with a dial, and you feel the suction intensify, making your nipples spring out. "It is more efficient than the standard model, but it also amplifies the side effects. You'll get horny as fuck once the milking starts and it will only get worse, especially with your hands restrained." She holds up the vibrator and you catch a glimpse of runic symbols etched into it and feel a faint magical aura emanating from it. "This will make it easier to bear, for a while at least."
She reaches down to unbutton your jeans and grins when she notices the absence of panties. "Always ready," she chuckles and licks her finger before gently sliding it into you, making you gasp at the surprising jolt of pleasure -- you're not normally
that sensitive. "I see it has started," she lightly tugs on one of the tubes with her other hand and you feel a buzz in your engorged nipple as a bluish liquid starts dripping from it and flow down the tube. The sensation spreads to the other nipple and soon you feel a pressure develop in your breasts, making the drip intensify.
"As for your little friend," the woman spreads your nether lips and pushes the vibrator in, evoking a moan. "You do realize that I cannot let him go, not after what he's seen. He's lucky in a way though, if you hadn't shrunk him I would've just disposed of him and used his blood to power my amulets, but having a live toy..." A wistful expression washes over her face for a moment, then disappears. "Unfortunately," she shrugs, "the milk alone cannot give me enough control for such drastic changes. I found out that I cannot change a person's size by more than 40% or so without killing them in the process -- it took some experimentation to find the range. But thanks to you he's safe for now, at least until I get tired of him."
The woman continues talking but it is getting harder to concentrate on her words. The bluish milk is now flowing freely from your breasts and when you look down on them, they appear noticeably larger, which for some reason doesn't seem to upset you. It would feel nice to play with your boobies, if only your hands were free. Maybe she would do that for you? Or stick her finger into you again -- god, it felt so good! And why didn't she turn the vibrator on already...?
You shake your head to clear it, trying to ignore the growing need in your loins, and blush when you see the woman's amused expression. "I know how it feels," she smirks. "Right now you are trying your damnedest to keep your focus, being angry at me may work for a while but it won't be enough. You may even be considering to try your magic against me. Go ahead, the collar will scramble your brains before you manage to pull a spell off, and multiple shocks can lead to permanent brain damage. Not that I care," she shrugs, "It's not your brains I'm after..."
"Anyway, I should go play with my toy now," she turns to the door. "And since you've been such an accommodating guest, I'll let you know how it feels." Then she walks out, leaving you alone with the milking machine and your mounting arousal.
As I wait for the woman to return, a faint ghostly voice sounds in my mind "
Shrink....wear off....hours." and I realize that you are trying to pass me a message. Getting back to my normal size would give me more options to try to free you, but if it happens while I'm inside the metal bird cage I could be seriously injured. I have to get out of it. Too bad I couldn't make out how much time I have left...
Then the door opens and I hastily gab my member as the woman walks in. "Having fun?" she smirks sarcastically. "Must be frustrating not to be able to get release no matter how hard you try. You can stop now." She walks to the table and pours herself some more milk. "I usually ration myself," she says conversationally, wringing the cup to her lips. "But your friend is about to give me enough supply not to worry about such things." She puts the empty cup down and looks at me with her glowing eyes. "Strip."
"Yes mistress," I remove my clothes, remembering to keep the act up.
"Stiffen!" The woman's eyes flash as she points a finger at me, and I feel my muscles seize up, making my whole body go rigid. It does not feel like a cramp though, more like a full-body erection; there is no pain, just some discomfort as I lose my mobility and balance and topple down to the cage's floor. Luckily my breathing doesn't seem to be impacted, and I can still blink, but other than that I am completely paralyzed.
Crap! I think, lying there like a plastic doll. My fears are confirmed -- while my mind is relatively safe from her meddling, she does have control over my body. This complicates my plans.
"Play time!" A giant hand reaches inside the cage and pulls me out, positioning me in front of an enormous vulva, smoothly shaved with some runic symbols tattooed above it. "Now be a nice dildo and when I'm finished, I may let you cum too." I barely manage to take a deep breath before I am plunged into warm, wet darkness.
With the woman out of the room you try to figure out a way to escape, but the overwhelming horniness makes it almost impossible to think of anything other than your gushing breasts and the burning desire between your legs. You whimper and squirm, trying to grind your pussy against something, anything, but your restraints make it impossible. Why couldn't that bitch turn the vibrator on before leaving? God, you need to be fucked! Right now!
Suddenly you feel something force its way inside you. Looking down you cannot see anything out of the ordinary, but it feels like your vagina is being filled with a large fat cock. You make a frustrated whine of protest as you feel it slowly being pulled out, but then the phantom cock plunges back in, making you throw your head back with a moan, hitting it against the padded headrest. Again and again it repeats, slamming into you with ever increasing force and speed, each stroke sending you into aver increasing throes of passion.
At some point your billowing breasts get large enough to obscure your view of your crotch, but it doesn't matter as long as the pounding continues. In... Out... In... Out... Your whole body quivers, your moans rise in volume, until you cannot hold it anymore and with a loud scream explode in a mind-shattering orgasm, twisting in your restraints as the waves of climax wash over you, and finally slumping against them, breathing heavily over your impossibly round breasts.
However, the reprieve may only be temporary, as you feel the horniness begin to creep back.
"Oh god, that was good!" The woman pulls me out of her vagina and tosses me, soaked and sticky and still rigid as a metal rod, onto the table. "Damn, I need a shower! You may move now, slave. Go into your cage and stay there."
I feel the paralysis lift and scramble toward my discarded clothes, trying to wipe myself clean. Ugh!
The woman laughs. "Maybe I'll let you wash yourself in the sink after I'm done, although I'm tempted to leave you marked by your mistress' pleasure. We'll see..."
With that she walks out of the room. I wait for a couple of minutes just to be sure, then cross to the edge of the table. The floor is a long way down, but there's a chair that I can use as a platform, and the square-cube law means that at my diminutive size I am proportionally more resilient. It takes me a moment to overcome my fear of heights and make my way down, then run over to the door and squeeze between the slightly ajar door and the jamb.
Once inside the room, I see you sitting in a chair, slumped against your restraints, with tubes siphoning bluish milk from your hugely inflated breasts into a tank behind you.
"Kelly!" I shout, running toward you. "Are you OK?"
