EXPLICATION: This is a strange story combination that I thought of a while back; it combines the two types of stories I release: Dragon sex, and Breast milk fetishes. I thought it was a bit crazy at first, but it actually worked well for me, and as a result I've put some good effort into making this. Also remember, if anyone wants to send me any pictures or drawings they create showing scenes from my stories, you can send them to me at my email, which should be in my profile description. I would greatly enjoy pictures or drawings of this particular story (and I believe others would too). Enjoy!
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Anna awoke with a start, the pain in her chest had become unbearable for her to stay asleep. Then amidst the pain she looked down and found the reason for her suffering. Her breasts had expanded to a great proportion.
"Father!" she screamed loud enough for the entire building to hear, "Father, come quickly, please!"
Anna's father, Michael, rushed into the room and almost screamed at the sight of her daughter's enlarged chest. Her breasts had enlarged to the size of large urns and seemed almost three times the size of a watermelon each... and they were lactating. But not just lactating, Anna's stretched nightgown became completely soaked before it popped off, and milk streams began flying out of Anna's enlarged nipples. But how was this happening, and why?
In the past month Anna's breasts had been feeling progressively uncomfortable, and with each day they had seemed to be growing a little, but never to this size or this quick. The reason behind this event stems behind a dark tragedy about five weeks prior to this. Anna's family was rather wealthy in the area (mainly a wealth of books), and a group of her friends and their siblings were having a dinner party at one of their estates, it was more of a garden party as nearly all of the food was home grown, however Anna's family soon left while she stayed behind. But within an hour, most of the guests lay dead. The culprit was determined to be a strange, reddish-purple root originally thought to be an onion; the cook who placed it in the salads was later revealed to be with the Occult and was executed.
But for some unknown reason, Anna, along with the owner of the estate, did not perish, but simply fell asleep for a day. When she awoke she immediately complained about the pain in her breasts, and when her parents began to notice the increase in their size, they feared the unknown herb had cursed her with some form of Occult black magic. As the days went by they only became more painful, and about a week before this event she started lactating slightly. This was when they truly started to worry; they wanted to find her some sort of remedy, but this was 16th century Albania, and most medicines around were only based on speculation and unproven possibility. Essentially, they did not know what to do.
As Anna lie on her bed whimpering as milk began to shoot out of her gargantuan mammaries with unprecedented force, splattering itself upon all the walls and furniture. Anna's father crawled upon the ground to try to reach her, but only ended up getting soaked and had to turn back. After about ten minutes of this ordeal, her father returned with a group of about ten men and they carried her out of the milk-filled room, into a latticed chamber in the dungeon. As the milk poured from her breasts into the sewer-grates on the floor, Anna's father was debating with some men on what needed to be done. A few of the men were simple servants, but some were friends or scholars, some were philosophers of trade, and one thing they all had in common is that they were now all wet from Anna's lactation explosion. They all gave dark looks at each other as they watched Anna moan in her restless sleep as milk still poured from her nipples.
"I've never seen anything like this," said Michael, "what kind of twisted curse did that Cultist put upon my daughter."
"Come now, we must not turn to all this talk of magic for an explanation," said one of his more philosophical friends, "surely there must be some plausible reason for the events here. What if that herb had-"
"I don't care what caused this mess," Michael interrupted, "all I want is my daughter returned to normal!"
"Well there must be something we could do?" said another man.
"Do you have any ideas?" said Michael shortly, "Because right now my daughter is suffering and I'm afraid her chest is going to explode! None of you are any medical men, so I don't expect you to know how to fix this but..." Michael paused for a moment and then, tearing up, he said, "I.. I just can't lose her. Not like this. She's only 20 years old, I can't lose her now."
The men paused, incensed at Anna's moans of terror an Michael's rousing fear, trying to think of some way to end this madness. But then, the philosopher had an idea.
"What if he could solve it?" he said.
Anna's father was confused at first, but then when the man stared into his eyes, he caught on, "Him? Y-you mean Lacitus?" he said surprised, "What do you mean?"
"You remember the debt you owe him." said the philosopher.
"You- are you implying that- that you want Lacitus to... drain the milk from her breasts?" he said, bewildered.
"What is there to be afraid of?" said the philosopher, "It would settle your debt and fix your daughter's problem. Besides, I'm sure he is capable of-"
"He's not even human," Michael pronounced, "Capable or not, I still don't understand what you are implying."