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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Tania notices the change in her appearance when she gets into her robes, and the upper garments run high, exposing some of her tummy. It is because he did not account for a prominent breast when the tailor made them. \n\nTania performs her ritual again that day, but when she stikes her chest out, she has to step back to keep her new tits centered. For the first time, she notices the roundness of her chest and the shadow made by the way the light cast itself upon its form. When she slides her hands over her breast, she can get a hand on it, cupping the tiny things and sighing gently.\n\nIf nothing else, she could market this new spell for cosmetic alterations. But indeed, there were more effective means of producing such results. What she needs are breasts that can house the reservoirs of mana, not ones that would make people jealous.\n\n* * *\n\nThe next time Tania was hired, she was tasked with warding a noble’s garden. Quite the size, this garden. By most other measures, it would be a farm.\n\n“Can you do it?” asks the aristocratic woman. “You seem unsure.”\n\nTania calculates the amount of mana in her head but holds her hand close to her chest. “I can,” she says. “With no problem.”\n\n“Good, good. The ants here are such nuisances. Your protection will keep them at bay, for sure.”\n\n“Just leave me to it, and I’ll have it done in an hour.”\n\nLeft alone, Tania steps slowly around the garden's perimeter, chanting what she needs while holding her hands out toward the fields. It’s hard work for someone like her—a simple spell requiring a lot of focus, especially when stretching the mana thin. She can’t afford to just throw what was in her reservoir untested into a client’s land for fear of unforeseen circumstances.\n\nIt takes a full day to complete the task, and Tania is dizzy as she makes it to the last square foot of land. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and concentrates, trying to find something to draw out of herself but not from her breasts. There is a tiny mote of magical power left, and she summons up the courage to take it, even though it would leave her fatigued the rest of the day.\n\nBut under her feet, the ground rumbles, and Tania gasps, falling as the dirt explodes, and from it erupts a large ant, its mandibles clacking, antennae bouncing here and there and looking straight at her.\n\nThe sorceress stumbles back, scurrying away from the enormous insect. It approaches her with alacrity, clicking and chittering its chiton gleaming in the fading sun.\n\nWith a snap, it clamps at her leg, pinning her and pulling her closer. She thrusts her arm forward, firing off her last ounce of magic. While she cannot possibly devastate anyone with her spell work, even a minor attack could distract a beast this size.\n\nA puff of smoke rises from her palm, the fading gasp of the last of her magic.\n\nThe ant lets go and grabs higher, pulling her closer to its den. There’s nothing else she can do. She has no weapons. She has no mana.\n\nExcept she does.\n\nA field test against an opponent in a life-or-death scenario? It’s not the ideal situation to draw upon these reserves, but it is all she has. So, in one hand, Tania grips her tit, and in the other, she channels the magic.\n\nThe collective weeks of unspent mana siphon out of her, making her gasp as she finds the magic drawn from her breast and channeled into her arms. The flow is unlike anything she had felt before. Could this be what true magi feel when they cast their potent abilities?\n\nBefore the ant knows what hits it, a blast of pure magical energy fires from her, sending the creature flying off into the sky like a great gust of wind.\n\nTania collapses on the ground, gasping, panting, and smiling.\n\n“It works…” she gasps, her hands falling ot her sides. She laughs, a hearty, chest-bouncing laugh.\n\n“Ma’am, are you okay?” The voice comes from a guard armed with a pike. “Heard some screams and… ah…”\n\nThe guard shuts his mouth, a blush rising on his face.\n\nTania blinks and picks herself up, rubbing her chest, only to realize that her magical attack had shredded her top. Also, when she pulls her hand away, a white substance reflects the light in her palm.\n\nThe reptilian spell caster, once so weak and out of magic, is not only able to destroy her enemies with a thought—she can also lactate.\n\n* * *\n\nAfter the first instance of lactation, Tania’s research takes a different approach. She now continues to apply the mana to her body, letting it tingle throughout her larger, sensitive breasts. The measurements take on a whole new meaning. The sensitivity is nothing like what she has encountered before, and even that is becoming more and more pronounced.\n\nOne evening, Tania finds herself staring at her full-body mirror, her clothing gone, her hands holding onto those now rather impressive breasts. They compliment her wide hips, and she recalls the looks she got from people during her job and return home.\n\n“What have I become?” she thinks to herself. “Something wonderful, perhaps?”\n\nShe gives her tits a squeeze, and the life-giving milk rolls out between her fingers and finds her luscious mounds. Biting her lips, she stares at this reaction, shuddering as a shot of delight surges down her back, and she lifts those mammaries up, rolling them around, pressing her palms to the nipples. The more she does this, the more the milk trickles down her body.\n\nIt’s so fascinating. How do the women who gain these through their natural lifecycle not find themselves playing with tier bodies more often? Perhaps they do, actually. It is not like Tania is in the habit of asking people about their sexual delights.\n\nWith droplets falling onto the floor, the mage realizes this might not be the best opportunity for such study and shuffles haphazardly back into her outfit. As she passes through the streets this time, she gets even more eyes on her form because she bounces as she walks, her breast not well supported in her haste to get to a more appropriate place for her experiment.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Tania notices the change in her appearance when she gets into her robes, and the upper garments run high, exposing some of her tummy. It is because he did not account for a prominent breast when the tailor made them.

Tania performs her ritual again that day, but when she stikes her chest out, she has to step back to keep her new tits centered. For the first time, she notices the roundness of her chest and the shadow made by the way the light cast itself upon its form. When she slides her hands over her breast, she can get a hand on it, cupping the tiny things and sighing gently.

If nothing else, she could market this new spell for cosmetic alterations. But indeed, there were more effective means of producing such results. What she needs are breasts that can house the reservoirs of mana, not ones that would make people jealous.

* * *

The next time Tania was hired, she was tasked with warding a noble’s garden. Quite the size, this garden. By most other measures, it would be a farm.

“Can you do it?” asks the aristocratic woman. “You  seem unsure.”

Tania calculates the amount of mana in her head but holds her hand close to her chest. “I can,” she says. “With no problem.”

“Good, good. The ants here are such nuisances. Your protection will keep them at bay, for sure.”

“Just leave me to it, and I’ll have it done in an hour.”

Left alone, Tania steps slowly around the garden's perimeter, chanting what she needs while holding her hands out toward the fields. It’s hard work for someone like her—a simple spell requiring a lot of focus, especially when stretching the mana thin. She can’t afford to just throw what was in her reservoir untested into a client’s land for fear of unforeseen circumstances.

It takes a full day to complete the task, and Tania is dizzy as she makes it to the last square foot of land. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and concentrates, trying to find something to draw out of herself but not from her breasts. There is a tiny mote of magical power left, and she summons up the courage to take it, even though it would leave her fatigued the rest of the day.

But under her feet, the ground rumbles, and Tania gasps, falling as the dirt explodes, and from it erupts a large ant, its mandibles clacking, antennae bouncing here and there and looking straight at her.

The sorceress stumbles back, scurrying away from the enormous insect. It approaches her with alacrity, clicking and chittering its chiton gleaming in the fading sun.

With a snap, it clamps at her leg, pinning her and pulling her closer. She thrusts her arm forward, firing off her last ounce of magic. While she cannot possibly devastate anyone with her spell work, even a minor attack could distract a beast this size.

A puff of smoke rises from her palm, the fading gasp of the last of her magic.

The ant lets go and grabs higher, pulling her closer to its den. There’s nothing else she can do. She has no weapons. She has no mana.

Except she does.

A field test against an opponent in a life-or-death scenario? It’s not the ideal situation to draw upon these reserves, but it is all she has. So, in one hand, Tania grips her tit, and in the other, she channels the magic.

The collective weeks of unspent mana siphon out of her, making her gasp as she finds the magic drawn from her breast and channeled into her arms. The flow is unlike anything she had felt before. Could this be what true magi feel when they cast their potent abilities?

Before the ant knows what hits it, a blast of pure magical energy fires from her, sending the creature flying off into the sky like a great gust of wind.

Tania collapses on the ground, gasping, panting, and smiling.

“It works…” she gasps, her hands falling ot her sides. She laughs, a hearty, chest-bouncing laugh.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” The voice comes from a guard armed with a pike. “Heard some screams and… ah…”

The guard shuts his mouth, a blush rising on his face.

Tania blinks and picks herself up, rubbing her chest, only to realize that her magical attack had shredded her top. Also, when she pulls her hand away, a white substance reflects the light in her palm.

The reptilian spell caster, once so weak and out of magic, is not only able to destroy her enemies with a thought—she can also lactate.

* * *

After the first instance of lactation, Tania’s research takes a different approach. She now continues to apply the mana to her body, letting it tingle throughout her larger, sensitive breasts. The measurements take on a whole new meaning. The sensitivity is nothing like what she has encountered before, and even that is becoming more and more pronounced.

One evening, Tania finds herself staring at her full-body mirror, her clothing gone, her hands holding onto those now rather impressive breasts. They compliment her wide hips, and she recalls the looks she got from people during her job and return home.

“What have I become?” she thinks to herself. “Something wonderful, perhaps?”

She gives her tits a squeeze, and the life-giving milk rolls out between her fingers and finds her luscious mounds. Biting her lips, she stares at this reaction, shuddering as a shot of delight surges down her back, and she lifts those mammaries up, rolling them around, pressing her palms to the nipples. The more she does this, the more the milk trickles down her body.

It’s so fascinating. How do the women who gain these through their natural lifecycle not find themselves playing with tier bodies more often? Perhaps they do, actually. It is not like Tania is in the habit of asking people about their sexual delights.

With droplets falling onto the floor, the mage realizes this might not be the best opportunity for such study and shuffles haphazardly back into her outfit. As she passes through the streets this time, she gets even more eyes on her form because she bounces as she walks, her breast not well supported in her haste to get to a more appropriate place for her experiment.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Lactania's Origin 2", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "35" }