Not even a day has passed since Mismagius casted the white sea spell, and already she was thinking of ways to have fun with it. She most definitely had the privacy and all the free time in the world to scheme and plot, but considering how much milk was made in the process, she would need more space.

The idea struck that she could travel through the portals she had created previously, entering new dimensions where only she existed to fill in every little space they could hold. But simply lactating wasn't going to cut it. She needed a new way to enjoy it.

Luckily, within the same old tome she had gotten the spell from before, there was an 'antidote' spell for those afflicted with the white sea curse. Curious to see what it meant, the Mismagius took the tome with her, opened a portal to a new and empty dimension, and went through. She first casted the white sea curse, trying not to lose her mind as the milk instantly began to flow, and then casted the antidote spell.

The milk stopped flowing. She couldn't see it spraying from her nipples - but she did feel something off. While it indeed stopped the milk from coming out, it was still being produced. Her breasts filled with the excess, yet from the outside, it didn't look like they were growing. Not a single hint of the white sea curse remained on her body, and yet there was an incredible tightness and pressure inside of her chest. With nowhere to go, the milk built up inside her breasts, and the breasts themselves felt like they were screaming for her to lactate and relieve themselves.

She loved the sensation. She wanted more.

She casted the white sea curse again. And again. And again. Now she wanted to know the limitations of the antidote - and the limitations of her own body, ethereal as it may be. After each curse, she found it harder and harder to think of anything but her breasts, how completely full they were, how tight they felt and how much she really, really, really needed to lactate.

The antidote held for a time, but after the tenth curse or so, her breasts started to swell. She didn't think of this as the limits of the antidote, no, this was merely more space to pack in. More space to fill with uncountable gallons of compressed milk. She kept casting and casting, losing track of time, and perhaps more importantly, how big she was getting and how much milk she was actually holding in.

Because there was nothing else in the dimension, it was hard for her to compare just how big she was to anything else. All she knew was that there was a gigantic purple wall of titflesh in front of her and the portal to her universe right behind her. If she met any boundaries, she'd be pushed back into it and safely return home...somewhat.

It felt amazing to hold so much milk, each little square inch potentially containing hundreds upon millions of tons of milk. And she couldn't tell just how much was inside her. She dared not to think what would happen if she began lactating. She didn't WANT to lactate. She wanted to keep the milk inside her - keep all the milk inside her. Every single drop.

Although the intense feeling of her overgrown breasts rocked her body, she could also hear the uncountable gallons of milk sloshing about inside her breasts. They were essentially massaging themselves, the force of her producing so much causing her tits to jiggle and ripple, her breasts forming imperfect spheres as the milk pushed against the taut skin in waves.

Guuurrrgle...Sloooooosh...

The sound was deafening. However, it was drowned out by the feeling of her need to lactate, ever-increasing as her tits took up more and more space in the dimension.

In her pleasure-filled turmoil, new thoughts began racing in her head. How was she going to go back to normal now? Surely this dimension - and thousands more like it, at least - would have to be filled to the absolute brim with milk before she could go back down to a manageable size. She had casted the curse so many times she lost count, thinking she might hold next-to-infinite amounts of milk inside her, or at least now she would be constantly producing forever.

She looked to the tome again, and thought back to when she casted the antidote. It made her breasts look like nothing had happened to them at all. Not a single drop, not a single cup size larger than what she was before.

Thinking it to be the solution to her problems, she began casting the antidote spell once more. Her breasts, on the verge of lactating, her nipples puffed out and mere moments from lactating untold gallons of milk, began to shrink. And it became much, much harder for her to lactate.

She couldn't lactate now if she wanted to. Her boobs held a near-infinite amount of milk in them, and was growing by the nanosecond. Yet now with so many antidote spells on her, there was no way to relieve them. The pressure in her chest was unimaginable.

With her tits back to the size she started with, she returned through the portal to her own world, taking the tome with her.

She didn't care anymore about what happened to her world. She couldn't leak. She held unimaginable amounts of milk in her breasts. And yet...she wanted more. This wasn't enough.

If all those white sea curses couldn't break a single antidote spell...

...how many would be needed to break however many were on her now?

She began casting the curse once more.
