Daisy Shrinerva

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Chapter 1 — "She's back" Tags: #First big breast #Breast expansion #Out of control size #Abdominal muscle support #Shame pleasure #Ripped clothes #Bull ears twitching #Tail swinging

The moonlight shines through the canvas tent, reflecting on Lucinda's bottle of unlabeled potion - milky white, slightly shimmering, like some kind of nostalgic toffee, with a warm breath in the magic light. Daisy stared at it for a long time, and finally looked up, **The bare shoulders were sweating, the lines of the collarbone and sternum were sharp, and the weight they once had was taken away by the curse. **

**This body should belong to strength, wind control and riding, not flat and empty, as if it was detached from itself. **

She clenched her back teeth and drank the potion in one gulp. The sweetness quickly climbed to the root of her tongue, but it was not a good taste. It was a sticky, sensational, and dangerous warning. She stood up and threw the empty bottle heavily into the box in the corner. The bottle mouth collided with a crisp cracking sound - like a signal for detonation.

Then, she felt it.

**The burning sensation began to ferment from the stomach and quickly rushed to the chest. It was not pain, but a violent, almost bursting fullness. **

"Nnghh... shit—"

Daisy hunched over, one hand on the table, the other hand pressed on her chest, her knuckles turned white due to excessive force. She bit her lip, but a slight gasp still seeped out between her lips.

blorp... fwmp...

**That was the sound of breast swelling. **

The breasts did not suddenly jump up, but "climbed" under the skin one by one, as if the mammary glands themselves were burning, inflating, swelling, surging, and opening. **The abdominal muscles were as tight as iron chains, and her body instinctively tightened the core to resist the weight that was constantly pushing out. **

「No no no—wait—shit it’s really—」

Fwoomp Blorp-blorp-blorp

Her breasts suddenly bulged out from the empty boyish lines, then grew larger and heavier, quickly expanding into the size of C cups and F cups. **She could feel the slight pain of her breasts being stretched by the skin, the swelling and numbness at the base of her breasts, the heat of her areolas, and the fabric seemed to be moaning with every breath in her chest. **

She tilted her head back, her ears twitched suddenly, and her tail began to twitch left and right uncontrollably, slap! slap! There was a clear sound against the wall. It was not resistance, but the extreme stimulation of the body looking for an outlet.

**Although her muscles were strong, her milk was faster than her. **

"Ohhh f-fuck—this… I remember this…!"

**She remembered this feeling. **This is not pain, this is the return of familiar strength: the weight of the breasts that require a slight tilt to maintain the center of gravity when walking; the feeling of breasts hitting the abdominal muscles every time you get off the saddle when riding; the fullness that you have to hold with your hands when sleeping to avoid being suffocated.

She grabbed her chest, her breasts had already swelled to 34H+, like two magic bags that were stuffed, every inch was trembling, squeezing, and falling down, **the heavy pressure almost made her kneel down. **

POP!

A button flew out and bounced on the wall. "Damn it—" she panted and laughed, but her voice was excited.

The second and third buttons flew out. The fabric made a shrill pulling sound and exploded from the center of her chest. She could only sit on the chair with her head against the back of the chair, **her breasts unceremoniously occupying the entire upper body's front view, with the nipples towering, the areolas flushed, and even a few drops of warm milk oozing from the nipples. **

She stared at the drops of milk sliding across her breast flesh and falling into her belly button:

"Holy... shit..."

An expression that shouldn't appear on a warrior appeared on her face - hazy, obsessed, and tearful. She stretched out her fingertips and gently touched her nipples. **A stream of slightly warm milk spurted out of her nipples "pssshh" and splashed on her abdominal muscles, sticky, hot, fragrant, and milky. **

shhhllop... plrp... dripdrip...

**She is producing milk. **

It's not squeezed, but it's released actively. The body is announcing to her: This is not an illusion, this is back. This is you. **This body full of life, pressure, softness and explosion is your real body. **

She smiled, with milk and tears on her face.

"I'm back... I'm fucking back..."

**She stood up suddenly, her breasts bounced down heavily, hitting her abdominal muscles with a dull "pop" sound. **She raised her arms high, her entire shirt had turned into strips of cloth, and the wet breasts, brokenness and the light of confidence intertwined into the emblem on her chest.

**This is not the backlash of the curse. This is the return of Daisy Shrinerva. **

**Her big breasts are not a disaster, but a glory. **

She clenched her fists and walked out of the tent step by step. The night wind blew on her face, and the cold air hit her wet nipples, but she only felt hot. The tail whipped like a celebration, the bull's ears stood straight, and her eyes were filled with uncontrollable pleasure and wildness.

"Come look at me, world."

She raised her chest, and her breasts were like a harvest offering, steaming fragrance and shining luster in the night, making the air sticky. **With every step, her breasts hit her waist, and the waist muscles fought for the breasts. Every inch of progress was a whole body cooperating with this feast. **

Finally, she could walk like this again.

Chapter 2 — "Forced Milking" Tags: #Anemia #Breast Atrophy #Horn Droop #Milk Spraying Anemia #Forced Milking #Self Milking #Uncontrolled Milking #Shame #Safety and Loss #The smallest cup size is H (layout)

Daisy knelt on the hotel bed, her breathing like the wheezing of a beast after its tail was cut off, her hands supporting the bed sheet, her knuckles white.

**Her breasts were ridiculously big. **

Not H, not K, **It was a variation above the limit. **The magic reaction was overactivated, her mammary glands were like an awakened beast, and in the past ten minutes, they swelled to the point that even she, who had trained herself, could not hold it.

**Every inch of her breasts was like being filled with boiling milk, hot, numb, heavy, and forced to make her breathing shallow. **

"…Nghhh… f-fuck… it's… too much, too fast—!"

**The base of her breasts was red, her areola was bulging and shiny, and her nipples were wet and would "drip" if the wind blew. **She tried to get up, but every time she moved, her breasts would fall to her waist, **like two small mountains hitting her ribs. **The abdominal muscles instinctively tightened to support her, but her back was giving a fierce warning——

She panted, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. The bull's ears trembled, and its tail swung around and knocked over the glass bottle on the table. **

Splop… fwup…

A stream of milk slid down from the tip of her nipple and fell on her thigh. It was not the color of milk, it was pure creamer with a very high concentration of magic—like glycerin, a sticky juice with a fragrance, it made people's legs weak as soon as it came out.

She knew this was not normal.

"If this goes on... I will really... burst..."

She endured the pain, shame and heat, leaned against the wall to sit up straight, and thrust out her breasts that seemed to collapse. Her hands slowly touched the bottom of her breasts, took a deep breath and began to apply pressure.

"I'm sorry... my breasts... but you are really exaggerating now--"

slrp... splshhhh... BLOOOOSH!!

**Her nipples exploded. **It wasn't painful, it was the milk that broke the gland duct, **It spurted out from both sides in one breath, poured into the wall from the front, and washed out a layer of milk stains on the hotel wall. **The thick white liquid slid down the wall and dripped onto the carpet, like a tide hitting the shore.

plrp… slrrrsh… drip drip drip…

"AaahhhHnnn~! Gods—shit—! It’s not stopping—"

She pressed and rubbed desperately, sweating profusely, her abdominal muscles bulging like armor, her whole body seemed to be in combat mode for milk discharge. **Her palms were numb, but with every squeeze, another liter of milk rushed out of the nipple, landing on the ground with a bang, soaking her knees and soles.

**She was fighting with her breasts. **

With every second of squeezing, the breast flesh collapsed a little, starting to retreat from K+ to K, then into J, and even I——

But she found that the curse was back.

**The familiar shadow of "sucking away confidence" is back. **

The breasts are not just discharging milk, they are shrinking. Even though she hadn’t squeezed it dry, the mammary glands began to collapse automatically—not necrosis, but the pressure of magic came back, like someone used a knife to cut a circle along the base of the breasts, shaving off her hard-earned pride bit by bit.

plop…

G cup—— F cup—— **Then, she saw the curve of her chest began to stick to her ribs. **

“No… No, no, no, you don’t get to do this to me—!”

She gritted her teeth and desperately grasped her breasts with both hands, but they had already collapsed. Her breasts were like a deflated leather bag, soft and pressed against her chest, her nipples were dry and flat, her areolas were shrunk, **the whole chest became the soft undulation of an A cup, almost flat enough to see her heartbeat. **

**She was stunned. **

She held the two almost disappeared curves with her shaking hands, her whole palm completely covered them, and even a little space overflowed from her fingertips.

The tail drooped to the ground, the ears were absent, and the horns were like twigs in the wind. Her voice was hoarse:

"I... am back again..."

She sat on the bed, knees together, forehead against chest, feeling the empty space, the weight that once belonged to her but now seemed to betray her and run away**.

**Her body was so light that it was almost nothing. There was no restraint on her chest, but there was no sustenance. **

She lay quietly, pulled the blanket over herself, **her arms tightly wrapped around the almost thin warmth on her chest, hugging herself like a corpse. **

✧ Overnight ✧

In the morning, the dawn light shone through the tent, and the first thing she did when she woke up was to touch her breasts.

**Yes. **

Not back to big breasts. But not A cup either.

**Daisy held her breasts with her palms, and it was obvious - this was an H cup. The smallest, but still H. **

She smiled. Not an exaggerated victory, but **a smile of a winner who suppressed shame and survived on the battlefield. **

She gently rubbed her breasts, and the mammary glands began to heat up, and a drop of milk oozed from the nipple. She held her index finger and licked it, the taste was sweet, rich, and magical.

"Even if it is a curse... I will tame it. Let it produce milk for me, not take my milk."

She stood up, her shoulders straightened, her breasts shaking, **not exaggerated enough, but enough for her to remember: this is her real starting point. **

Chapter 3 —「Shame Trigger: Breast Burst Accident」 Tags: #Double Milking #Physical Dependence #Overly Full Breasts #Intimate Contact #Tail Entanglement #Ear Twitching #Swelling → Shrinking Breasts → Swelling Again #Emotional Trigger #Exaggerated Swelling #Breast Trembling #Emotional Explosion #Clothes Burst Completely

The sun had just passed through the clouds, and the center of the market was already bustling with people. Daisy pulled her cowboy hat down to cover her eyes, her shoulders slightly hunched, and her breasts swayed slowly as she walked, clearly outlining the outline, which could not be hidden even with a coat. **

She knew that her breasts had swelled "again" today—**H cup size jumped, and after getting up early and pressing a few times, they were already close to J. **

"It's like this after not squeezing for a day, what's going on..." She muttered, her tone a little anxious, but she couldn't hide the ambiguous tremor at the end of her words. Her tail twitched slightly, and her ears leaned forward sensitively. **What she cared about was not only the weight—but also the way you looked at her. **

"Are you sure it's okay to wear this today?" You couldn't help asking.

"The problem is you." She turned back unhappily, but the corners of her mouth curled up.

She wore the magic denim shirt**today to suppress milk shine,tailored for J cup compression, but on her body,it has alreadyarched up from the peak of her chest, and the tight seams are hissing.

You raised your hand, wanting to pat the petals on her shoulders, but your fingers lightly touched her back - the root of the tail.

Swish-pop

She trembled,**her ears stood up straight, her pupils dilated,**she staggered a step, her breasts shook, and fwump! bounced on her abdominal muscles,**making a solid dull sound. **

"You—did NOT just—"

Before you could explain,**her face turned red first. **

It's not a slight blush, it's a sudden burst of shame, surprise, panic and physiological reactions. **

You see her chest twitching slightly, as if someone is pouring something from the inside. You open your mouth: "You..."

"No, don't talk--" She growled in a trembling voice, and her arms tightly clamped her breasts.

blorp... blorpblorp... BLOOOOOOMP-!!

Her bust was forced to explode by some magic, and her breasts swelled from J to K, K+, and then L cups in front of you! **The fabric began to make a tearing sound, and the buttons couldn't hold it at all, one, two, three flying, hitting the fruit stall of a passerby nearby.

crick… rrrippp… ssshhhk

「F-fuckfuckfuck—it's not stopping—！I’m—I’m not doing this—！」

Her face was so red that even the horns were steaming,**the base of her breasts were stretched transparent, and golden red magic patterns appeared on her skin, indicating that her milk pressure was too high. **

Then,a shocking "BWAAMMM" was heard——

**The whole shirt was torn apart in the middle by her breasts. **

**Two huge breasts burst out from the crack like a raging wave,**directly supporting her originally fitted straitjacket to her shoulders, and then sliding off her shoulders. **The areola was high, the nipples were red and hot, and drops of white thick milk were sliding down her round breasts and abdominal muscles. **

The whole audience was silent.

The vendor's carrots fell to the ground; the dog stopped to lick the ground; the child blinked - and then shouted:

"That sister's breasts... are glowing!!"

She wanted to run away, but she couldn't. **With every step she took, her breasts slapped her abdominal muscles and side waist, sticky, wet, heavy, and stimulating. **

**She could feel even her toes trembling. **

You took a step forward to help her block the eyes of the crowd, but she grabbed your hand tightly and dragged you into the alley. Her breasts slapped the walls on both sides as she ran. **

When she reached a place where no one was, she stood with her back against the wall, shaking all over.

"...I...I really can't stand it..."

She held her breasts, her sweaty hands could hardly cover the pair of breasts that were close to the L+ cup. The base of her breasts throbbed, and her nipples kept leaking milk. A little bit of milk fragrance turned into mist with her breath.

"You...how come I'm like this when you touch me..."

She bit her lip, her eyes shining.

"Do you really want to see me become a milk monster?"

When you approached, she didn't retreat, but her body softened, and her breasts pressed heavily against your chest.

"Squeeze me... Please, help me squeeze them back..."

She lowered her head, her cheek pressed against your neck, and her tail wrapped around your waist. Her voice was as low as trembling honey:

"If you keep going... I will fall in love with this feeling of being out of control... As long as you touch me... I want to... swell again... and burst again..."

The night is falling, the bonfire is dancing, and you are the only two left in the camp. The chirping of insects and the sound of fire form a hidden rhythmic background, the firewood crackles and explodes, and you sit by the rocks, having just thrown away the patrol equipment for tonight.

She approaches.

Daisy's steps are not fast, but she has a unique aura of momentum, like a buffalo goddess walking slowly on the plains. ** She is only wearing a half-buttoned off-shoulder shirt, and her milk light is faintly visible from the gap. Between her steps, the two breasts that have always been above 34H sway gently, and the weight that falls on her abdominal muscles makes her skin emit a warm glow. **

She stands in front of you and curls her lips.

"Do you think I came here to chat with you about the wind tonight?"

** Her tail brushes your calf lightly, and her ears are tilted towards you, as if her whole body is pointing at you. ** As soon as you open your mouth, she sighs, presses her right hand on the base of her breast, and sinks her palm deeply into it.

sllllp…

That was the sound of skin sliding over wet breast flesh. She turned her wrist, and a little bit of white milk oozed out of her collar, dripped onto her belly button, and slid into her pants along her waist muscles.

"I didn't squeeze it today." She said lazily, but her tone revealed a kind of intentional or unintentional stickiness.

"Do you know what I found these days? No matter how I shrink my breasts, my smallest cup size is now only H cup."

She unbuttoned her shirt, her breasts popped out heavily in the air, pressing down like a waterfall, hitting her firm abdominal muscles, making a real dull sound. The skin was flushed, the areola was obviously enlarged, and the nipple even oozed a little thick milk without being touched.

She approached you, sat on your legs, leaned forward, **the heavy breasts pressed on your chest, and the two breasts slowly collapsed and leaked on your skin like a constantly heating milk bag. **

"Do you know what this means?"

She licked her lips, resting her elbows on your shoulders, her body shaking slightly. Her tail was wrapped around your back, her ears trembling, and you could feel the moment her nipples brushed against your collarbone, her voice was a little hoarse:

"I will always need you to help me squeeze... I will always be like this, sitting on you, letting you help me deal with these... overflowing things."

As soon as you put your hand up, her nipples had already swelled harder with a "pop", **that little bit of milk seemed to have spurted out in advance, sticking to your palm. **

She shuddered and panted:

"It tastes sweeter today, because I... have been thinking about you."

She held your wrist, guided your fingertips deep into the center of the areola, and pushed the base of your palm under the base of the nipple——

splrssshhh—blorp!

**A stream of hot milk instantly spurted out from her nipples, splashing on your collar, and the whole chest was sticky. Not only did she not dodge, she also fell into your arms, moaning and squeezing her own milk into your palm. **

"I said, I like it like this now... being touched and squeezed by you... I will flow out and become bigger, but I'm not afraid anymore... I just want you to help me all the time..."

She buried her face in your shoulder, sniffing your scent, her breasts were like baby beasts that didn't want to be let go all night, hot, sticky, elastic, spraying, bulging, and tense--

The last words she spoke were so low that only her ears were trembling and her tail was wrapped around your legs:

"I'm not a milk monster... I just think you always need me like this... full..."

She was soft in your arms, letting you knead, squeeze, and squeeze out drop after drop, like training a magical milk beast that belongs only to you, feeling ashamed and indulging.

She pressed her whole body on you, **two wet breasts slowly crushed your chest muscles, rubbing out the milk heat and trembling like flames. **

"I've been thinking all day...whether you would come and help me squeeze."

As she spoke, her breasts rolled under your palms like slowly overflowing bubbles,**and with each spray of milk and each gasp, the two breasts became hotter, stickier, and a little bigger. **

As soon as your hand slid over the base of her breasts, her body shook violently, as if she was electrocuted:

"Ahn—nghh—don't tease the underside, I'll..."

Before she finished her words, you pressed down on the nipple with your thumb,**and the milk burst out with a splash, soaking your lower abdomen, hot like freshly squeezed creamer, and the milky fragrance was so strong that it made people dizzy. **

Daisy raised her face, and the originally resolute warrior face was now completely melted bylust and shame——

**The cow's ears trembled slightly, her eyes were moist, her lips were slightly open, and the hot air she exhaled was a trace of the blend of milk fragrance and gasps. **

"...I'm most sensitive when I'm producing milk...Now...my whole body is...open."

**She unbuttoned her pants, revealing her firm lower abdomen and the muscle lines on the inside of her thighs, which had already turned red and moist, with milk and sweat intertwined into a slippery luster. **

"Do you want me to take the initiative? You are not very good at milking...Do you have the courage to squeeze me below...?"

She sat back on your legs, one hand pressed on your chest, the other hand gently rubbed her nipples, applied a large amount of lotion on her fingers, and thenreached into your pants, the action was teasing and real.

"You got hard like this...I'm not surprised..."

She smiled evilly, her breasts squeezed you while constantly leaking milk, and every twist made the milk "boo" slide out, wetting your abdomen layer by layer.

"I'll move on you like this... milk will keep flowing out... and then you'll be covered with me... can you bear it?"

Just as you were about to ask back, she suddenly sandwiched her breasts between your body and her abdominal muscles, two balls of hot milk wrapped around your entire lower abdomen and waist, and then deliberately shook her waist:

splorsh... slrpp... fwump... splshhh...

"Hmm~ This sound... makes me wet too... Do you want me to get bigger? Now this pair of breasts is just H... Do you want to say something to make them swell a little more?"

You whispered, and she immediately blushed,** her body shook as if it exploded, and the two breasts suddenly swelled up a circle, and slapped your chest with a snap -**

"You... bastard—!" She panted and laughed, "You know that your words will make me squirt, right?"

** She lowered her head and bit your ear, then stopped suppressing herself and pressed her whole body up. **

Your lips and tongues intertwined, the fragrance of milk filled the camp like mist, **her breasts covered your entire upper body like a fountain of molten milk, she squirted, trembled, and moaned softly: **

"Squeeze me... If you don't squeeze me, I will really explode tonight..."

You reached out, your ten fingers sank into the pair of never-dry milk sources, and she panted loudly:

"Y-yesss... nghhh... that's it... press harder—get it all out—milk me 'til I scream—"

She is no longer a warrior, no longer a victim of curses, but transformed into a storm of estrus that is surging in your arms, letting her breasts, body and desire drown you together.

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