Succubus Mona's Fleshly Remodeling and Training (Lactation and Anal Development) (2)
Ugh, uugh…! Uuughhh!… The sensation of the skewer thrusting straight into her nipple, vertically. Strangely, it didn't hurt, but the foreign intrusion piercing into her breasts—already brimming with an indescribable, bizarre sensation—felt vividly clear.
Her head felt like it was going mad. The skewer was stabbing her breast, yet it somehow felt like her brain was being raped directly.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on♪ Feel good now♪"
"Ugh, uugrrrgh~~~!! D-don't move ittt…!! Hooogh, huaaahhhng♥!!!"
Mona began sliding the skewer she'd jammed deep into Emilia's nipple back and forth. Scraping right through the center of her nipple. Stimulating and stretching it, letting the potion seep even deeper.
There was no pain. No sensation of being pierced. But every time the skewer thrust in and out, twisting at different angles, Emilia's breasts swayed and jerked along with it, sending unbearable waves of stimulation crashing through her.
Kuhhgh!… Uuugh…!! The rape of her nipple was driving her mind insane. Her nipple violated like a pussy, endless chills and tingles surging through her without end.
She was going crazy. Going crazy. Sexual pleasure spreading from her nipple across her entire breast. A bizarre sensation like her erogenous zones expanding outright. And with it, the strange foreign feeling inside her breast grew ever stronger.
Something inside her breast felt like it was about to go berserk.
"Ah, aaa… Stop, stop… Hiiik…♥"
"Feel even better~ Get even sluttier~."
Poke, poke, schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.
Stabbing and stirring Emilia's nipple, tormenting those plump, alluring breasts with the two skewers to her heart's content. Then, deciding it was enough, Mona yanked them out in one swift motion.
With that—
"……♥♥♥!!"
Emilia's breasts heaved dramatically, as if dragged out by the withdrawing skewers, and from the peaks of her nipples, thick breast milk spurted out in a powerful jet—psshhoooo!
Milk that had no business coming from a body that had never been pregnant.
Yet there it was, clear and unmistakable, gushing out in copious amounts….
"Ah, ah, ah, aaa…."
"Heehee, how vulgar. Now you're a complete milk cow."
Emilia panicked at the absurd reality, but Mona just looked delighted. She gazed down at the spurting nipples with a cheerful eye, then brought her face close and latched onto one still leaking milk.
She suckled lightly—slurp slurp slurp slurp.
"Uh… uuugh… hooogh…♥♥"
The freshly secreted milk was immediately sucked away and devoured by Mona. That precious sustenance meant for an infant. So very sweet, so nutrient-rich.
Mona drank her fill without restraint. The sensation of the milk being drawn out through nipples remade hypersensitive—it alone left Emilia dazed, head lolling side to side, body twitching uncontrollably.
"……Ah, delicious!"
A moment later, having savored enough of Emilia's milk, Mona pulled away from her breast.
Emilia, unable to keep up with the sudden changes in her body, could only convulse and wear a bewildered expression.
"Wh-what… My… my breasts… What's happening…?"
"What else? They've become fantastic milk bags that can squirt milk now. 'Milk bags' has a nice ring to it. Or should I say baby-food dispensers?"
On top of that, she'd added high-end erogenous zone conversion to the entire breast, orgasm switches, and various other enhancements. From now on, Emilia's breasts would allow for far more entertaining play than before.
She'd made these beautiful, captivating breasts even more versatile.
Mona puffed out her chest proudly at her handiwork. Emilia, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations in her chest, could only look confused.
"But even this isn't quite enough."
Producing milk was good, but for all the 'fun things' Mona had planned, it wouldn't suffice. Emilia was already secreting more than average, but she couldn't afford to divert too many nutrients there.
Of course, Mona had already accounted for that. Humming a cheerful tune, she placed her hand on Emilia's voluptuous breast.
Her fingers traced a simple pattern atop it.
"Convert mana to milk… Milk generation… Add milk ejaculation function… And let's see…."
As Mona worked her fingers, complex formulas and shapes layered over the small pattern on her breast. She spontaneously added fun features, further demonic remodeling Emilia's breasts.
Emilia muttered refusals like "No…" or "Stop…," but her voice lacked strength.
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How much time passed like that?
"All done~!"
Mona copied the pattern from one breast onto the other, then hid it with magic and pulled her hand away.
The spell, linked to her yin pattern, would persist semi-permanently as long as the mark on her lower abdomen remained.
"What… did you do to my breasts…."
In stark contrast to Mona's glee, Emilia looked distraught—perhaps even despairing. She couldn't bear the changes in her own chest. It would take time to adjust, probably.
Mona patted the plump, luscious breasts in congratulations. Even that light touch drew a lewd "Aah…!" moan from Emilia, milk squirting from the peaks due to Mona's excess mana.
"Don't make such a scary face~. You'll find it very useful once you get used to it."
Mona chuckled happily, then picked up an empty bottle from the tray.
She held it to one nipple and gently massaged Emilia's breast from base to tip, squeezing like milking.
"Eut… uuugh…!"
"Here it comes, here it comes. Nice thick milk flowing out~."
Every knead and pinch around the nipple sent milk spurting vigorously into the bottle—drip drip.
It really felt like she'd become a literal milk cow. As Mona cheerfully milked her, the bottle filled with creamy, fragrant milk.
But strangely—
Each time the milk was drawn out, Emilia felt an indescribable pleasure, her hips bucking involuntarily.
"To explain: every time her milk is milked, Lia feels pleasure like a man ejaculating~. Or maybe even more~."
Emilia had no idea what male ejaculation felt like. But the head-numbing ecstasy that hit every time milk was pulled was unmistakably real.
"Ah, aaaah… hoooouuugh…!!"
Mona's hands looked so delicate and frail, yet they kneaded Emilia's milk bags with surprising strength. Emilia could only helplessly let her breasts be rubbed and squeezed.
Endless milk extracted by the spell. As it squirted out, tingling pleasure raced from her nipples straight to her scalp.
"Ah~ One bottle won't be enough~."
"Uh… uhn…♥ Stop, stooop…♥"
"Ahaha, Lia's tongue's gone limp~ So cute~."
Mona laughed merrily, levitating another empty bottle from the tray with magic—like an invisible hand lifting it.
The floating bottle drifted to Emilia's other breast, while the half-full one hovered in place, untouched.
Mona's hands, now free, embraced Emilia from behind. Laughing joyfully, she milked the remaining breast—like squeezing milk from a cow, drawing freely from those lewd udders….
"Hii, hiiiiiiik♥♥ No, nooooo♥♥ Hooogh♥ Every time the milk comes outttt♥♥ It feels so weird♥♥!!!"
Her breasts tingled. Her head tingled. Mona's varying pressure, the hard kneads—massive spurts of milk, and Emilia's vision went white.
Too much lewd milk pouring out. Too much sinful pleasure from the gushing milk.
Unaware of her own words, Emilia babbled vulgar confessions, begging Mona to stop. To her touch, to the hypersensitive breasts, to the ecstatic release of milk…
Emilia climaxed so easily.
"Nnaaah…♥ Nipples… tingling… huaaang…♥ Stop… Wh-when will it… stop coming outtt…♥"
"Hng~ Until Lia's mana runs dry, it'll keep coming~?"
"N-no… huaaang…♥"
Bound immobile by tentacles on arms and legs, Emilia had no choice but to endure Mona's hands.
"Ahaa… Heroine's such a pathetic sight… I love it so much, Liaaa… Aaaah… So adorable…."
Twisted, humiliating pleasure from nipples and breasts. Pathetic display from Emilia.
Mona watched with a lovestruck girl's melting expression, continuing to torment her breasts.
The milk filled bottles quickly, but Mona capped the full ones, fetched new ones, and kept milking.