The Masterpiece Painted from the Start
This was the masterpiece I had been painting from the very beginning: forcing Carmel to drink the Breast Enhancement Potion with her own hands. However, from a certain point, it had devolved into pure improvisation—specifically, the moment Carmel demanded I drink from the swapped teacup.
Of course, what I had slipped into Carmel's tea was no deadly poison. It was a completely harmless substance that left absolutely no lasting side effects on the human body. At most, it caused an excruciating, burning irritation upon contact with any mucous membrane. Granted, the pain was intense enough to make Carmel believe it was a lethal poison after just a single sip.
Did she say it felt like her mouth and throat were on fire? She wasn't exaggerating. And I hadn't taken any antidote beforehand. While Carmel had only taken a single sip, I had drained the entire cup. It hurt. It hurt incredibly, agonizingly bad. Even so, I had to smile. Because beyond this pain lay a heaven flowing with milk and pleasure.
"Y-You won't let me die...! Right? It hurts, please, Sera! Ugh, ahhh...! Give it to me, please, hurry!"
"And if I give this to you, what will you do for me in return?"
"I-I'll tell you! Anything you want...! A-And, I'll do exactly as you command, just once! H-How about that?"
The right to ask anything, and the right to command anything. To think she would still try to bargain when she believed her very life was on the line—it was almost admirable. Without a word, I handed the Breast Enhancement Potion to Carmel.
The moment she grabbed it, Carmel gulped down the entire contents. Yet, even after draining the bottle, the pain did not subside, and she glared at me in agony.
"I-It's still the same...! Don't tell me you lied to me again..."
"No, you simply need to drink plenty of water for the effects to manifest. Here."
I poured water into two empty glasses from the pitcher prepared on the table. I handed one to Carmel and brought the other to my own lips. The remedy for the substance Carmel had ingested was simple: water. Washing away the chemical clinging to the mucous membranes with a large amount of water would make the pain vanish rapidly. Guzzling the water down frantically, Carmel didn't seem to have the mental capacity to wonder why I was drinking water alongside her.
Along with a refreshing sensation, the fiery heat in my mouth and esophagus gradually subsided. Carmel's expression also softened, showing relief as her pain faded away.
"That should have neutralized the 'poison.' Now, will you keep your promise?"
"Haa, haah... Promise? What promise?"
"You clearly just said it, didn't you? In exchange for the antidote, you would tell me anything and do whatever I commanded."
As if she had never been groveling on the floor, Carmel sprang to her feet and elegantly tossed her hair. Though the gesture itself was graceful, given the circumstances, it was nothing short of pathetic.
"How shameless. You were the one who poisoned me in the first place, weren't you? To act as if you've done me a favor by curing me is utterly ridiculous. That promise is null and void. Now that I've already drunk the antidote, what can you possibly do to me?"
For a person to be this brazen... in a way, it was almost impressive. Of course, she did have a point. It seemed that in any future 'transactions,' I must never deliver my end of the bargain upfront. I had always forced Carmel to fulfill her conditions first for this very reason.
"Is the Queen of a nation truly casting aside a promise made with her own lips like a piece of trash?"
"Hmph, you were the one who trapped me... Do you think those words will... Huh?"
Of course, even if Carmel acted like this, the outcome remained unchanged. The moment she greedily drank the Breast Enhancement Potion with her own hands, it was already checkmate. Carmel looked down, sensing a strange, uncomfortable sensation in her chest. It was at that exact moment—Pop! With a sound like a firecracker, Carmel's breasts burst forth. The pressure of her rapidly expanding breasts, ballooning under the potion's influence, had literally exploded the fabric of her dress.
"...Eh...?"
The effect of the Breast Enhancement Potion was a ten percent increase per sip. Calculating the amount Carmel had chugged... it was roughly a forty to fifty percent increase. Her breasts had already been exceptionally large to begin with. Now, hyper-inflated by the potion's magic, Carmel's chest had become an overflowing, monstrous size. If Carmel's usual breasts possessed a perfect balance of shape, form, and size that aligned flawlessly with my tastes, her current state had shattered that balance, replacing it with the sheer, destructive power of overwhelming mass. The term 'hyper-breasts' suited her perfectly now.
"W-What... is this...?"
Carmel seemed utterly paralyzed by the sudden, drastic transformation of her own body. She didn't even have the mental capacity to feel embarrassed about her fully exposed chest.
"What a spectacular sight, Mother. Fufu, your lewd breasts have become even more vulgar. You could walk around just like that."
"D-Did you do this...? Don't tell me..."
"Indeed. What you drank wasn't an antidote at all. It was a Breast Enhancement Potion designed to enlarge the breasts. And you gulped it down so eagerly without a single clue, didn't you? Huhuhu."
"Ah, ah... S-Sera, you...!"
Carmel gritted her teeth and glared at me, but in her current state, she only looked utterly ridiculous.
"You spoke so confidently just a moment ago, didn't you? Asking what I could possibly do to you... Shall we revisit that conversation?"
"...Kuh..."
This is why one must always watch their tongue. Though I suppose that is an impossible task for someone of Carmel's temperament. Furthermore, the effects of the Breast Enhancement Potion weren't limited to merely enlarging the breasts. There was still a side effect—which, to me, was the true prize. White milk began to bead at the tips of Carmel's nipples, slowly trickling down the massive curves of her breasts.
"W-Wait... Why is there milk...? What is this? How? Sera... Don't tell me... Am I p-pregnant...? What did you do to me...!"
Oh... I see. She could actually interpret it that way. Seeing Carmel's face turn pale with the terror of pregnancy sent a thrill of excitement straight through me.
"Fufu, do not worry. I didn't make you pregnant, Mother. You have simply been temporarily conditioned to lactate."
Carmel's face contorted into a delicious mixture of relief and disgust.
"Conditioned to lactate...? A-Are you serious?"
"Of course I am serious, which is why I had you drink it. Those vulgarly swollen breasts suit you wonderfully, Mother."
No matter how many times I saw it, it was a vulgar yet beautiful sight. Perhaps the ancient goddesses of fertility worshipped in the past possessed such proportions. With breasts that size, no normal clothes would ever fit her. Even for a tailor, measuring her would be an unprecedented challenge. Daily life would be incredibly inconvenient, too.
"H-How do I turn them back to normal...? Tell me!"
Having been tricked so many times in such a short span, Carmel seemed to have completely run out of the mental fortitude required to play tug-of-war with me. Her desperate pleading made her look like a child throwing a tantrum, which was rather cute. Though, for a child, her breasts were far, far too massive.
"Fufu, you can feel it too, can't you, Mother? The milk swelling inside your enlarged breasts... They won't return to normal until every single drop is sucked out."
"S-Sucked... out...?"
"Yes. As your daughter, I can't just stand by and watch you suffer in such a predicament. If you'd like, I can help return your breasts to their original size... What will you do?"
Just like when I had 'poisoned' her, I was the sole architect of her current state. For Carmel, this realization must have been incredibly infuriating.
"D-Don't be ridiculous... You planned this from the very start... You, you are absolutely insane!"
"The only thing insane here is the size of your breasts, Mother. Are you sure you want to maintain that attitude? Do you plan on facing the maids or His Majesty tomorrow morning with your chest looking like that?"
"Kuh..."
Of course, the effects of the Breast Enhancement Potion would wear off in a mere thirty minutes. But there was no way Carmel could possibly know that.
"And it won't just be suspicious glances at your suddenly enlarged chest. What do you think His Majesty and his loyal subjects will think when they see you lactating?"
"...Ah...!"
It seemed Carmel hadn't thought that far ahead. For signs of lactation to appear, she would have to be several months into a pregnancy. In other words, it would imply she had become Queen while carrying another man's child. This wasn't just a matter of facing scandalous rumors; it was a treasonous insult to the King, a crime normally punished by a brutal execution. Well, if she could somehow prove she wasn't actually pregnant, she might avoid the death penalty... but the devastating blow to her standing as Queen would be unavoidable. The way to escape this disaster was incredibly simple. She only had to yield her breasts to me for a brief moment.
Carmel spoke in a trembling voice.
"I understand... J-Just turn them back to normal, quickly... You can... suck them..."
"And your apology?"
Sparks flared in Carmel's eyes. Her clenched fists trembled violently as she struggled to contain her rage. Ultimately, however, she spoke in a voice that barely suppressed her anger.
"...I was wrong. I s-sincerely apologize... for speaking so arrogantly earlier... So... please, just return my breasts to normal..."
"You missed a part. You must ask me properly to suck them."
As if plunged into sub-zero temperatures, Carmel let out a ragged breath, emptying all the air from her lungs. It seemed extreme rage could elicit the same physical reaction as extreme cold.
"What... What do you want me to say...?"
"Use your imagination, Mother. Make me want to do it."
Of course, I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in Carmel's massive breasts this very second. Carmel undoubtedly knew this. Yet, she was the one who had to beg. Trembling like a tree caught in a violent gale, she spoke. Her voice still carried a trace of unsuppressed fury, which only made it all the more satisfying.
"Sera... suck... my breasts... Suck out all the milk inside them... I... I beg of you..."
Unable to hide her fully exposed chest, Carmel spat out those humiliating words through her sheer, burning rage. All the while, her nipples were slowly swelling. And I was no different. I could feel my own nipples hardening, accompanied by a thrilling, delicious shiver running down my spine.