Marisa laughed to herself as she flied through the air on her broom, grasping a golden necklace. Marisa always stole from others, and recently a new target arouse, Joon Yorigami, a senseless thief that had been taking things from people left and right. Marisa circled the sky in search of Joon, thinking of that purse she always carried with her and all the money it would sell for.
As Marisa flew, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, it had been a while since she had gone after a target this rich. But Marisa was confident in her abilities. She had been stealing since she was a child, and she knew all the tricks in the book.
Finally, Marisa spotted Joon beginning to shut a door behind her. She swooped down, her broomstick scraping against the pavement. Eying Joon's resplendent garments, her fingers twitched with anticipation, she made a swift move towards Joon's luxurious purse. But as fate would have it, Joon was quicker than she appeared, her hand snapping out and catching Marisa's broom with a vice-like grip. "Nice try, little thief," Joon sneered, her voice dripping with derision. "But I have a far more fitting punishment in mind for you."
Marisa's grinned, her cocky personality in her voice. "Hah! I see, you intend to fight me? It doesn't matter, I have a spell that will beat you in seconds!"
Joon laughed, amused by Marisa's overconfidence. "Don't be silly, I don't want to fight you. A certain position just became available, just drink this and I'll forgive you"
Marisa was curious to how exactly this changed anything, but soon walked into the house and drank the small vial in Joon's hand. It's taste was both comforting and off-putting at the same time, like milk with a slight chemical aftertaste that lingers. Marisa felt dazed, her shirt and skirt tightened as her figure grew bigger and matured from the vial. Joon smirked and waited for Marisa to steady herself.
Marisa stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock as she tried to steady herself. Her skin felt hot and burned, as she felt the milk churn in her stomach and an odd arousal filled her mind.
Joon stepped forward, her hand stroking Marisa's big mature bust. "All you need to do is fill a bucket with aa~aall your milk."
"Okay..." Marisa mumbled slightly as she continued to stumble, her attention focused on the growing pleasure coming from the vial she had drank. Joon left a bucket on the ground and walked away, chuckling to herself. Marisa's feelings were everywhere, her momentary shock fading away and being replaced by a growing sense of arousal. She could feel the milk building up in her breasts, the heavy sensation filling her mind. With every breath she took her shirt felt tight, and in mere seconds she clawed at her dress to pull it off.
The dress slid off with ease, revealing a black bra that had been undone, exposing most of Marisa's nipples, hard and thick, a few drops of milk dripping from them at a time.
Marisa's hand reached out and grasped the bucket, her eyes closed and let out a soft groan as she did so. Her breasts were so heavy now, Marisa could feel the milk building up, but she didn't even think about Joon anymore, the arousal was getting to her. Her nipples ached with pleasure, her milk releasing a little at a time.
Marisa squeezed her breasts, the warm liquid splashing into the bucket as her hand forked in-between her breasts. Her breasts were so heavy, and she could feel all that weight in her arms. She grasped her nipples, ready to milk herself and supressed a moan. Marisa breathing became heavier and more muffled, barely audible over the drops of milk into the bucket.
The sound of Marisa's moans grew louder and her breathing became heavier whilst her hands worked at her breasts, her gasp turning into a deep exhale as her body eased into the pleasure. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back in bliss as the milk continued to flow into her bosom making them into the size of watermelons, filling up so much she fell to the ground with a loud thud. Marisa couldn't fill the bucket lying down but she had completely forgotten about it, the growth of her breasts felt orgasmic like an intense wave of pleasure, one that washed over her body and rippled through her veins. Her nipples, once sensitive to the slightest sensation, now pleaded for more, begging for even more intense stimulation as they throbbed and pulsed. The growth was powerful and overwhelming, and Marisa could feel it ripple through her body as the pleasure intensified. Her entire being felt electric and alive with pleasure as if her body was about to explode with pure ecstasy. Marisa's breasts spread across the floor, filling up more and more of her view.
Marisa could barely even process this feeling anymore, her body was on auto-pilot as her brain simply gave out from this intense pleasure.
Marisa felt like she was in heaven, her body felt so heavy, and swollen up with milk as she squirmed on the ground. The pleasure punched into her, overwhelming her, Marisa felt only the pleasure of her breasts, her body felt burning and made her whole face red. The sensation of her breasts began to make her shoot milk in spurts, she felt like her breasts were such a pleasure to her that she wanted to milk them forever. Marisa moaned and giggled as she writhed on the ground, her orgasm began to come on as her breasts' began to shoot thicker streams of milk.
Her breasts were so sensitive that her nipples rubbed against the floor and made her shiver in pleasure. Suddenly Marisa could feel a surge of pleasure, her breasts made a huge ripple that coated the floor with her white liquid.
Marisa's whole body jiggled as she felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over her body, her glazed eyes unfocused as she began to moan louder and louder.
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