I grab my book again and write “the woman next to me also produces large quantities of milk, she also won’t mind whatever I do to her breasts in fact whatever I do she encourages”
I close the book and the wave of magic bursts out, she is no longer M cup but the new milk production has made her grow to a P cup, her breasts look heavy and swollen.
As she continues to massage them milk starts to leak throw the top part of her French maid outfit.
I can’t help myself I need to touch them they are so big and magnificent, I can’t resist and start helping her massage them in the middle of the conference room, the talk still continues
“Mmmmm don’t stop that feels so good” she whispers to me
I slowly pull down her top and began to drink the milk from one of her tits, she whimpers as I look up she has a large smile on her face, she’s enjoying it so much, she says “someone is thirsty” and I continue to drink