He releases more of the fluid with a squeeze, which fills the vessel up. The sounds of it entering the glass get higher and higher as more white goodness goes inside. “Just imagine what it’d be like cold from refrigeration,” he growls to her. “You could sell this. I’m sure plenty would pay a high price.”
“But you’re getting, nngh, it for free! And don’t get used to it. Once it’s gone, it’s, mngh… gone!”
“Then, allow me to indulge!” he places the glass aside, flipping her onto her back, his hands on her shoulders, a hunger, no a thirst in his draconic eyes. “I shall savor all that you have left,” he says, cupping her tit, squeezing it, wrapping his lip upon her, sucking with renewed effort and delight.
Tik Tik lifts her chest, feeling less burdened but still so full of the fluid from the curse. She rocks back and forth, her knee pushing up, pressing against his stomach… which is closer than she thought it would be.
Scooting back from him, she glances down, eyes widening. “Y-your body!?”
He sits up, wiping his chin, sitting on his knees. Chuckling, she rubs a hand over his tummy. “Oh, am I letting myself go? That’s just how much you have inside you, Tik Tik.”
“I… had that much… inside me?” Tik Tik returns, cupping her chest. Why yes, they have gotten much smaller. It's still huge for her, but she can still move. So, she hops up, climbing the dragon, who falls back against her, lying on the bed himself. She sits upon his chest, holding up a breast, wrapping another hand around his head, and pressing the tit to his mouth.
“You want this milk?” she asks, fluttering her eyes and narrowing her gaze.
He nods expectantly, puckering his lips.
She presses it to his mouth, letting him suckle once again, his eyes rolling back.
“NNgh… ooooh, s… so eager… so… so full…” she sighs, her tail resting on his stomach, rubbing over that scaled thing, swelling with delight.
“Mmph mmph mppph!” he grunts while suckling, his hands grasping her shoulders.
“That’s it, baby. Drink mommy Tik Tik’s milk. Get big and strong for her.
“Mmmmm!” he agrees, and the more he drinks, the more his growing stomach pushes her toward him, and the more she pushes toward him, the more he drinks!
He keeps this up, pulling his lips free, the mess of the milk spreading all over his bed, face, and chest. The chest of his milk donor gets so tiny now that he’s forced to press his tongue to her underbelly and slurp up the remains of the milk on her.
“Aaaah! Haaa! Slllurp!”
Tik Tik squirms in his touch, running her hands over her head. “Aaah, you could eat me up, right?”
He slurps back his tongue, resting his cheek against her chest. “N-no… I wouldn’t eat anyone. I would just… just drink this delightful matronly fluid from now to eternity!” he squeezes her, pressing her up against his ballooned body.
Tik Tik feels the gurgling sloshing of his stomach, bigger than hers. How did she hold so much, and yet she is mostly freed, her tits now just tiny little blossoms instead of the giant jugs they had been.
“A… are we done?” The kobold asks, running a hand down over her chest, flicking up and down that sensitive nipple, a little squirt hitting the magus right on the nose.
He flicks his tongue over his snout, chuckling. “Well, I’m sure there’s quite a bit more to extract.”
“Incredible,” she huffs, scurrying down, groping his stomach. “But you’re about ready to pop, aren’t you, baby?”
He growls. “But we’re not done!”
Patting his stomach, she flicks her free wrist, pulling his drawer open and lifting another cup. “Well, then,” she says, sitting on his ample stomach, crossing one leg over the other. She presses the glass to her tit and squeezes the small thing.
His eyes widen when he watches the milk filling up the bottle, the kobold squeezing, groping, and coaxing the milk out of her in steady but less magically eruptive streams. She fills up a bottle, and then another, and another.
His stomach growls, and she giggles, patting the thing. “How, oh, how could you possibly hold more?”
“I’ll drink it all!” he growls, reaching for her.
She grabs his wrist, leans into him, and kisses his hand. “Patience… you said you wanted to try this chilled. Maybe with a nice sweet treat to go with it? How about you get the last of what’s in me for now?”
With that, he rolls her over, burying her face against her, squeezing what’s left of her tits together! Both nipples shoot up into his mouth, his stomach pressing against her body, and all the while, Tik Tik feels so relieved, so delighted, so wanted by this powerful spellcaster.
Soon, he rolls off of her, groaning and laying, patting his stomach and his head hanging over the edge of his bed.
Milk stains the sheets, but Tik Tik lays next to him, curled up beside his big belly, a smile on her face, rubbing her flat and reptilian chest once again, happy that the curse is finally broken.
“There…” he groans, patting his stomach.
T… thank you… so much…” she says, swirling her fingers where the nipples once were, happy now that they have disappeared, freeing her and for all.


Tik Tik conjures herself a nice clean set of clothes, buttoning up her cloak before she turns toward Markus, handing him a fat pouch of gold.
“No, no, please. Healing you of your affliction is all that I need.” He says, holding up a bottle filled with her milk. “I’ll just take this, and you can have the other half.” The dragon gingerly places the warm bottle in Tik Tik’s hand.
“What am I going to do with this?” the kobold asks, wrinkling her nose.
“Oh, all sorts of things. Nourishment, cooking, potions, all sorts of things.”
“Potions…” The kobold muses, twirling the bottle in her hands. A grin spreads as she pockets the potion and says, “Say, that reminds me, I have a little problem to take care of.”
“Hm…?” He asks, patting his overlarge tummy.
“Some lady thought she was being smart, cursing me. I bet I could get her back with an extra milky brew.”
Markus smiles back at her, smacking his lips. “As long as she knows to come here for service, I’d happily show you a few trade tricks.”