Within a secluded forest, far from civilization and taken back by nature, lies a library full of books left unread by society at large. Despite its remoteness, Pokemon are still found nearby, though there is one clear owner of the library that protects its grounds: a Mismagius, cunning enough to scare away other Ghost-types that try to invade the walls of the place with her powerful hexes. She has claimed the library as her own personal haunting ground, though as protective as she is, she's just as much curious about the wealth of knowledge the library has to offer.

She quickly picked up the language of the books - after all, she is a Ghost-type herself, so she has all the time in the world - and began looking for information that she could use to her benefit. The decrepit state of the library left many of its books' pages torn, blank, or outright missing; only a select few could be read in full. Despite this, there seemed to be one that the hatghost was drawn to: a book on witchcraft, fittingly enough.

The book detailed spells and curses that Pokemon and people alike used in ancient times, though the exact date couldn't be discerned. The incantations and ingredients were left intact, a lucky find for the Mismagius. There seemed to be a spell for any situation: a chant to curse a being to be targeted by spirits, a cure for an unknown disease only described as "the devil's touch," an incantation to open a portal to another dimension...all of these intrigued the ghostly Pokemon, so much that she skipped pages just to see how many of these hexes there were.

One particular page caught her eye, most notably because it was stained a brighter white than the aged papyrus that made up the pages of the book. It detailed a hex named "The Curse of the White Sea," showing a picture of a storm where the waters were completely white. After reading through the accompanying pages, the Mismagius found that there weren't any requirements to this spell, memorizing the incantation that came with it and immediately floating off to cast it. Unfortunately, she skipped over the section that cautioned the wielder to not cast it upon the self, lest they meet their end with "a pleasurable, yet ultimately inescapable demise." Not that the Mismagius would be affected by this adverse effect...right?

Wanting to really make her haunting place unique, the hatghost wished for this 'white sea' to surround her library so that even the toughest Ghost-types would be washed away by it and the storm it supposedly summoned. Her home, as it were, would be left alone after such a powerful protection spell. Of course, that only applies if the spell is used in the right way. She thought that casting the hex upon the self would grant the user the power to control the storm and the sea that the book spoke of; mere seconds after casting it, however, she found that this was not true at all.

A familiar feeling began to surge through the Mismagius's body, concentrating on her chest. Below the three adorned red jewels on her purple body, two breasts began to take shape. Immediately noticing this, and a feeling of pressure, the Ghost-type quickly sought out a mirror to see the changes to her body. The breasts swelled rounder and fuller, not succumbing to gravity. But they would not be the only effect of the hex; looking down and gazing upon her chest, she felt a dire need to relieve the ends of her breasts, her nipples. Watching in the mirror, and letting go of her concentration for just a split second, her pink nubs opened up and a short burst of milk spewed forth, coating the mirror and the surrounding wall with a coat of white.

The Mismagius had enough sense to focus on containing this flood within her, though she didn't know how long she could last. She quickly floated back over to the book of hexes to find something that may help her situation - she didn't want this sea to affect her library, and she wasn't all too thrilled with the idea of other Pokemon looking upon her in her current state. Flipping back, she fought against the pleasure rising within her to cast the spell to summon a dimensional portal, twice to insure she won't make any more of a mess in her library.
Positioning the portals - as they were about the size of the Mismagius herself, enough to fit her body through - in front of her so that her breasts faced them, she began to explore the changes made to her. In the time it took for her to prepare the portals, her breasts had grown to about her size in height, giving them a full appearance. She couldn't even reach her nipples at this point, though she felt an odd pleasure in holding back the flood just inches beyond them. By now, the first spell she cast was halfway complete; the size of her boobs belies the amount and extent of the sea of which the spell spoke of. Feeling them tremble within her ghostly hands, the Mismagius relished in the feelings her breasts gave her.

Yet...something was missing. She held a flood of milk inside of her, but she didn't feel as if she was satisfied enough. No longer thinking of protecting her library, the Ghost-type did what any rational being would do in this situation: cast the intial curse again.

And again.

And again.

Each time she uttered the incantation, she felt an immediate surge fill her breasts fuller than they already were, though their size only grew another six inches even after the last curse was placed. An unimaginable amount of milk sloshed within her, the Mismagius trying hard to contain it all. She squirmed about midair, even trying to hold her nipples shut with her ghostly powers to prevent the inevitable. Her pleasure skyrocketed as the spells took their sweet time to reach full power, filling her more, and more, and even more, until...

Sweet relief. She let her nipples blast milk in a large, laser-like surge, each nipple letting loose far more milk per second than it seemed like her breasts could hold each moment. It took all of her strength to even hold herself afloat so that she would spray into the portals, which were just large enough to take the spray of milk. Her moans echoed throughout the library, but none could hear it, nor could they hear the twin jets that would likely have been heard even outside the walls of the place had she not hidden herself in it so well.

The ordeal lasted for what seemed like forever, her nipples doing their best to spray as much as they could, but the pressure only increased within her breasts as time went on. She needed to relieve herself faster before she really lost herself. Spending a few hours in this pleasure-filled state, her senses dulled just enough for her to look back within the book, wanting to adjust the size of the portals. She was able to make these adjustments with another hex, though her lips quivered and her voice trembled with each word. She moved the portals back, resuming her caressing of the milky, overfilled breasts plaguing her with countless pangs of pleasure. In curiosity, she squeezes them together, her nipples opening up further to force out thickening blasts of milk. Deciding this would be the best strategy to emptying herself, she continues to squeeze and grope at herself, becoming further lost in the euphoria they were giving her.

And yet she still felt full.

Unimaginably,

Unfathomably,

Uncontrollably full.

She has yet to notice that the dimensions she was funneling her milk into were becoming full as well. Fit to bursting. To the brim and being forced to hold more.

She needed to lactate harder. She NEEDED to.
