Tik Tik’s shirt stitchings finally give way to the expansion of her massive mammaries. Whining, she watches as those things spill free, letting her garments fall uselessly to the ground.
People gawk and point at her as she cups her breasts, desperately trying to keep them from jiggling as she turns on her heel and runs for the edge of town. The kobold knows she can squeeze in between two rather sturdy carts at the market, and so she rushes through, turning on her side to give her the thinn-ness she needs to scootch by.
But she doesn’t account for those titanic tits, which squish against the carts. Leaving her to squish them together and smush them past as she takes step after agonizing step through the small enclosed space
As she walks through, the pressure builds up, leaving her ready to spill out, drip, and squirt, plopping to the ground and on her feet. There’s just so much. Even as she leaves a massive puddle streaming down the hill back toward the marketgoers, there's no relief. When she finally escapes, she’s left with breasts larger than what she had going in. Still, the floodgates are open, and they continuously leak the milk she is cursed with.
“I gotta find that sorcerer,” she whispers, pulling out her book. “He’s gotta be close by!
The people behind her cheer and jeer, and Tik Tik curses her luck. “If only I could control this,” she says, “I’d give them a show!”
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Her notes lead her to the outskirts of town to an address marked with the sign of a spell caster. By this point, the kobold carries the two tits which press against her chin, forcing her to look up and to bend low as those milky things stain her sticky hands. “Hello?” she groans. “Is Markus here?”
The door opens, and on the other side stands a blue dragon, humanoid in shape and quite perplexed in expression. “Oh, hello there. Can I help… you?” His voice trails off at the end of his sentence.
“I hear you deal with, unffh… milk magic,” Tik Tik says, falling over and landing on her chest. “I’ve been cursed.”
“I… see,” he says, rubbing his chin. He squats before her, scooping her up. “Here, little one, let me help you out. I know what you need, but you may not like it.”
Tik Tik blinks as Markus closes the door behind them, leaving them in a cozy living space. “What might I not like?” she asks. “It’ll get rid of my curse, right?”
Tik Tik blinks as Markus closes the door behind them, leaving them in a cozy bedroom. “I’m going to have to consume the curse.”
Tik Tik blinks. “Huh?”
“From the source.”
“Uh huh…?”
He sits on the bed, cradling her in his arms and smiling softly, a bit of rosiness rising to his cheeks. “I’ll have to drink the curse out of you.”
Tik Tik nods. “Yeah, That makes sense! Go ahead!”
A small smile spreads over his snout. “Well, isn’t that unique of you? You’re quite the strange one, aren’t you?”
“That’s Tik Tik for you!” she chirps.
Suddenly, her breasts balloon even more. Her arms flail, and she falls back onto the dragon’s lap, her face practically covered by the oversized titties!
“Goodness! Seems We’ve got no time to lose!” Markus says, his tongue sliding over his snout. A soft growl rises from his voice, a gurgle emerging from his stomach. “I’m going to have to start the siphoning now.”
He reaches away from her, unbuttoning his top and tossing it aside, revealing his scaled form. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable, but I’ll make it fun for you as much as possible.”
Tik Tik squishes the boobs out of her way, milky whiteness rolling down the sides as she chirps up, her gaze drinking in his dashing form. “No problem here. Just help me out!”
He gently presses his hands to her back, picking her up. 
“Whoop, hehe! So strong, so, ah!”
His snout presses to her chest, right against one of those leaking tits. He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding, his claws grasping her back.
“Ah, slightly sweet. Gently fatty. Not a bad mix. And this is the first time you’ve lactated?”
Tik Tik squirms a bit, curling her toes, biting her lip, and nodding quickly.
He spreads his mouth open and then wraps his lips around the tip of that tit, suckling gently upon her nipple, stroking her back slowly.
It requires little coaxing to let the thing release. Its first expulsion of her incredible fluids flows like a tap, filling his mouth with warm coziness.
“G… gah…! S… so much, ahh… how do I… ngh… hold it all!?”
Her tail lashes back and forth, his hand sliding down her body, holding the tail still.
He pulls back, his mouth popping free from her, licking the milk from his lips. “Patience… you’ll be free of this curse soon enough.”
At this, he cups her butt, lifting her up and leaning back himself, tilting his head back, his throat gulping as he sucks upon her tit and lets gravity flow the milk downwards over him.
Tik Tik’s eyes roll back at the sudden loss. The breasts are still big, white rivulets rolling down the sides of his mouth and over his chin and chest.
“S… so hungry…” she pants. “So greedy… just like a dragon to be, ah…?”
He breaks free again, holding her breast up, keeping it from expelling its sweet treat.
“But of course. And I’m happy that the one delivering this treat I hoard is one as cute as you.”
Tik Tik grasps onto his horns, breathing slowly, closing her eyes. “A… ah, that’s nice… butter me up, why don’t you?”
“You like it, don’t you?” he asks, grasping her other tit, squeezing, letting it squirt and fall upon his waiting tongue.
“Gnngh, fuck, yes!” she nods. “So much relief and… and to have this feed you. It’s… it’s…”
Smacking his lips, the dragon magus continues Tik Tik’s thought. “It’s something most kobolds of your kind will never experience without the aid of magic. We should ensure this is properly preserved before it’s gone forever.”
“H… huh?”
He reaches for his nightstand, producing from it a glass bottle. Rolling Tik Tik around, he climbs atop her, his chest sticky with milk against her back. Soon, his hand grasps the giant tit, big enough to be a handful even for a dragon, and he presses the mouth of the bottle against her chest.