“So… Hawke…” Merrill squeaked in her Dalish accent. “I… figured out a new spell… it could be… fun?”

“Merrill,” Hawke deadpanned. “Don’t be so nervous. You know I don’t bite.” The couple sat in Hawke’s estate in Kirkwall’s Hightown, far removed from the troubles that plagued either of them when they first arrived. “Let’s start off with something simple- what does it do?”

Merrill’s anxiety was almost unbearable even second-hand. She fidgeted in place. “It’s, eh… probably better if I show you… come with me?” The elf quickly scurried up the stairs, leaving her confused girlfriend still sitting in their dining room. By the time Hawke followed her, Merrill had the straps of her loose lounging shirt pulled down from her shoulders.

“Merrill..?” Hawke inquired. “This doesn’t seem like a normal spell…”

“It’s… eh…” She trailed off as she began casting, and Hawke watched closely as she began to glow a little; the shimmer faded in a few moments.

Merrill’s brow furrowed. “It was supposed to… why didn’t-”

She was cut off as the effect of the spell took hold, and her sizeable breasts doubling in size in an instant. Merrill let out a short, gasping moan as her bust strained her shirt, two head-sized tits on her chest before she even realized the spell was more powerful than she knew.

Intrigued, Hawke stepped up to Merrill, hands held in front of her, Hawke’s fingers sinking into Merrill’s soft chest. The pressure of her groping elicited more moans from the growing elf, who put her hands over Hawke’s as her boobs continued to swell. Merrill bit her lip, losing herself in the feelings from her chest, not even caring that she was growing larger seemingly without end. She stumbled backwards, pulling Hawke with her, until her butt collided with their bed. Tumbling onto the bed, Merrill pulled Hawke’s head towards one of her breasts.

Increasingly growly mewls emanated from the ever-bustier elf. Hawke pulled Merrill’s shirt the rest of the way down, exposing her fat, begging-to-be-sucked nipples. Unknown to either of them, Merrill’s tits had been filling with milk this entire time, and as Hawke latched on to one, her girlfriend’s breast eagerly expressed its creamy bounty. The elf snaked her fingers through Hawke’s hair, unwilling to let Hawke release her huge tit, the pair of which were noticeably larger than either woman’s head.

Hawke used one hand to support the teat she sucked on, the other trailing down between her girlfriend’s thighs, underneath the loose slacks she wore. As she pulsed her fingers in and out of the quivering elf, Merrill continued to grow larger and produce even more milk. She paused as she felt her own chest start to bulge, straining the buttons of her red silk shirt. Hawke lifted herself away momentarily from Merrill’s gigantic breasts, a trickle of milk still flowing from the nipple, and she pulled her shirt apart to reveal a larger bust than she was used to.

Impatiently, Merrill reached up and drew Hawke back towards her leaky nipples; the human eagerly accepted her girlfriend’s nipple back in her mouth, even as she realized the elf’s milk was making her grow. Hawke began to milk Merrill’s other breast, increasing her flow from a steady trickle into rivers of cream. As she suckled, Hawke had another idea and released Merrill’s nipple, moving behind the lithe elf and placing a hand on either breast. The dominant woman pumped the elf’s tits and Merrill began to scream in pleasure, unable to contend with the intense sensations of lactating and growing so huge, now almost taking up half the bed with her boobs.

Hawke could barely reach the elf girl’s nipples, the river of milk turning into waterfalls. The warrior-woman slid off her girlfriend onto the floor, lifting up the elf and placing her on her knees, laying on her tits. Merrill’s body weight kept her milk flowing as Hawke placed her girlfriend’s legs on her shoulders, diving between her thighs and running her tongue up the elven clit.

Merrill was shortly a mewling mess, using her hands and arms to massage her swelling boobs, squeezing her thighs around Hawke’s face. It was nearly too much for her, and a third stream of curses came from her as her hips bucked from an approaching orgasm. Hawke was as skilled with her tongue as she was with a sword, so Merrill was uncontrollably wiggly. Her shoulders lifted above her hips as she continued to grow bustier, tits now the size of wine casks underneath her now; they were about as full of milk as a cask would be.

The growing tits were beginning to press into Hawke, pushing her away from Merrill’s pussy. Unable to stay upright, Hawke tumbled backwards, and Merrill ended up sitting on her, gigantic tits sprawling out in front of her.

“Hawke,” Merrill cooed. “Haaaaaaawke.”

“Hahhhhh?” Hawke replied, dazed.

Merrill smiled devilishly. “All that work you were doing… you must be so thirsty! Why don’t you come get a drink?”

“I… yes…” She slowly extricated herself from underneath the elf, popping herself free of Merrill still-slick thighs. Kneeling in front of the shrine that was Merrill’s body, Hawke once again latched on to a huge nipple, gleefully suckling down milk. Her own growth resumed, Hawke’s tits closing in on the floor beneath her. Everything about this was so wonderful, Merrill’s milk was delicious, and her rapid breast growth was… rapturous. She began to grope herself, feeling how her tits now were vastly beyond handfuls, no doubt larger than her head now.

Her need for milk was insatiable, and Hawke was rapidly growing bustier. She shivered as her boobs contacted the hard floor, nipples stiffening, hips shaking as the sensation shot down between her thighs. She held onto Merrill’s breast with both hands, unwilling to let go, as her torso was pushed up by her swelling bust, now rivaling the wine casks that Merrill’s once were. Hawke adjusted her position, forcing her breasts to either side of Merrill’s larger one, giving herself more space to grow.

Hawke wasn’t even paying attention to how large her boobs were growing, content now to just suckle at her girlfriend’s breast. The surprising sound of footsteps coming up the stairs startled Hawke away from Merrill; the pair turned their attention to see two of their friends in the doorway.

“Hawke? Merrill?!”

Her lips dripping milk, Hawke greeted them. “Aveline! Isabela!”

“What… what happened… to you both?” Aveline stammered out.

“Magic,” Merrill replied, almost entirely hidden by her boobs.

Hawke giggled. “Milk. You should try some!” Despite their inhibitions, both newcomers were being… overwhelmed by the scent of Merrill’s milk. There was a growing desire, a compulsion, to lock their lips onto a nipple and drink to their heart’s content. Isabela, the more openly sexual of the two, surrendered first, pushing Hawke out of her way and latching onto Merrill.

Aveline, egged on by her friend-rival, followed suit, and soon the two of them were relentlessly suckling milk from Merrill just as Hawke had done. Hawke awkwardly pulled their tops off, still new to maneuvering around her newly hugely-enlarged bust. The two women now grew freely; Isabela had a natural head start, but Aveline wasn’t far behind. Quickly they swelled up, encouraged by Merrill’s cooing and assisted by Hawke gleefully massaging Merrill’s tits, making her milk flow faster.
“Come on, girls, grow, grow!” Hawke chanted as Isabela and Aveline were shivering from  contact of their burgeoning boobs on the floor. Still they held onto Merrill’s teats, the milk-compulsion now the foremost thought in their minds. “Doesn’t it feel great as you grow? Keep going!”

Merrill could barely hold in her screams; in a few more moments, she didn’t bother trying. Having Hawke nurse from her was rapturous; having both tits working at once was nigh unbearable. The second floor was flooding with milk as it flowed too heavily for Aveline and Isabela to get all of. The guard captain and pirate queen were increasingly sprawled out on top of their boobs, their arms unable to reach the floor around the huge masses. Neither of them cared at this point, all they wanted was more and more growth.

The pair of women followed Hawke’s example and began to work Merrill’s tits to encourage her flow, and they were easily rewarded for their efforts as the elf spewed milk, cream gushing into their expecting mouths. As they grew, it became harder and harder to stay connected to Merrill; they were approaching Hawke’s almost-as-large-as-her-body size.

As the two were forced to roll away from the twin milk fountains, Merrill’s breasts still steadily pumped milk, covering the pair in front of the mage in the thick ambrosia. Dazed, the pair of them lay on the floor, milk pooling around them.

“So, Merrill,” Hawke began. “Who else should we bring to see you?”