While Tik Tik spends most of her time adventuring for personal research, the kobold occasionally joins an adventuring party, either as part of her occupation for the Grand Caravan or as a commission for smaller, independent groups.
In one such adventure, the kobold mage is surrounded by a group of thugs and bandits.
“So, if it isn’t the world-famous kobold mage!” Boasts the busty bovine at the head of the group, her tiny dress straining against the thick curves of her luscious form. “It’s a shame we have to meet like this. Imagine all the materials we could steal and the magic we could create if we worked together.”
Tik Tik snickers, her slight form hardly impressive among the taller but greener, adventurers, each quivering with their weapons drawn, their backs to each other. “Sorry, but Tik Tik no need steal when make so much money already!”
The cow snorts. “And that’s why you’re the villain. Let’s go boys!”
The bandits all roar and charge at the party while the adventurers quiver in fear. “T… Tik Tik?”  asks their leader, a rather cute farm boy. “Wh-what do we do?”
Tik Tik yawns and raises her hands, reciting an incantation of power. Massive tentacles erupted from the ground, writhing and wrapping around the foes, slamming them to the ground.
“It all easy for Tik Tik,” The kobold says, puffing out her chest. “You pay good money to be safe, yes?”
“Y-yeah, thanks! Come on, everyone. Let’s go retrieve the stolen artifact!”
With renewed energy, the small party rushes past the cow, who now is tied up in tentacles, writhing around her body, stroking along the exposed areas, groping and swirling around at her curves and her mounds.
“You won’t…Nghhh…! get away with this,” the mage growls.”
“Looks like Tik Tik has,” the kobold giggles, tapping her nose. “Need get good if want fight Tik Tik.”
“Oh yeah…? ‘Get good,’ huh?” the bovine beauty says, a smirk on her snout. “How about this?”
Suddenly, her top bursts off as beams of energy shoot out from her tits. They strick Tik Tik dead on the chest, sending the kobold sprawling out, groaning on the ground.
“Tik Tik!” Screams one of her companions.
The kobold simply groans as she lies there, stunned.
The party scoops her up and runs away, all while the spellcasting cow laughs and licks her lips.
Tik Tik scrambles over the adventurer’s shoulder, throwing an obscene gesture at the cow as they retreat. “Ha! Tik Tik lived, and we got the treasure! No Skill for you! Bleeh!
The cow’s smirk quickly evaporates. She lowers her head, grumbling as the party leaves, their loot gathered, and their victory won.
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The party clinks their drinks together at the tavern while gold coins and feasting flow. Tik Tik sits beside the farmboy leader, fluttering her eyes at him. “You did good job rescuing Tik Tik,” she coos. “Thanks very much!”
“Aw, it was nothing, Tik Tik,” he says, blushing. “If it weren’t for you, we’d have never gotten past all of them.”
“You know,” Tik Tik says, running her fingers along the rim of her mug, “Tik Tik might like celebrate more in private, hm? Just come in a few minutes to her room, okie?”
The youthful adventurer swings his drink, his cheeks a bright red.
Soon, she hops off from the table and approaches the rented room. Alone now, she sighs, undoing her foot coverings and ready to get comfortable. She throws her cloak over to the coat rack and pulls at the strings of her top, humming to herself as she saunters toward the full body mirror she only half-way covers.
“And that’s why you’re the villain.”
The words echo in her mind, but Tik Tik snorts and shakes her head. “Silly silly cow lady,” she mutters to herself. “Knows nothing about the nature of the world. Ha, such a silly little.--” She breaks her thought, tilting her head. With a frown, she tugs at the sides of her top. The fabric sticks, not moving in its regular looseness.
She tugs again. It’s definitely tighter. Tighter… around the chest?
The kobold chuckles to herself, but a cold feeling tingles at the back of her skull. Her hands jump up from her sides to her chest, smashing her palms flat against her flat self.
“A… ahahn?” She gasps, slipping her hands under her chest. “W… what the?” she gulps, shuddering.
The sight of the defeated cow returns to the kobold’s mind, her body shuddering, slightly warm at the implication running through there. Slowly, she curls the hem of her top in her fingers, the weight of the fabric much heavier than it had ever been before.
Her chest rises and fals as deep breaths escape her, her heart thumping at a mile a minute as she slowly exposes the pink scales and lighter underbelly. Her familiar look is something she admires but now something she fears as inch after inch is revealed until she stops just at her ribcage.
Steeling herself, she closes her eyes, snorting, flutters them open again, and turs the top up. There’s slight resistance as the fabric rubs against her scales, and a light and airy gasp escapes her when the shirt peels off what is underneath.
Two pink, perky nipples sit on her chest, erect and sitting upon the tiniest of mounds. The kobold stares at this new addition to her body, licking her lips and watching with wide, confused eyes. She pinches one of the nipples, letting out the tiniest of mewls, pulling her fingers free and staring at the digits, where the smallest globs of a fatty and sugary substance linger, trailing down her fingers.
The strike from the mage did nothing at first, but Tik Tik now realizes the total weight of the matter.
“A… curse…?”
Just as she says this, the tiny little lumps swell a little!
Tik Tik yelps, watching as two perky tits push against the fabric of her shirt. The kobold breathes heavily as the skin on her chest becomes sensitive.
“Oh, no, not good, not good!” the kobold yelps to herself, flicking her finger and producing her book. She frantically flips through pages, tapping on a name she had written down in such an emergency. “O-okie. There someone nearby here. Markus, got it!” She slams the book shut and nods. “All I have to do is get to him, and he can remove the curse from me. Easy peasy.”
Just then, her tiny tits expand a little bit more so that some of the pink of her underbelly now pokes up from her trousers. She tugs the shirt down, only for it to rub against those new tits, the soft spurts of milk oozing down the front. “No-no-no! I’d better hurry!” she gasps, spinning on her heel and rushing out the door.
She slams the door open, rushing out into the hallway, but of course, the poor kobold didn’t see the innkeeper with a basket of fresh linens. She collides with him and sends the fabrics flying all over the ground, the basket landing on the kobold.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” she meeps, poking her head up from under the basket. Spectral kobold hands appear, picking up and folding the sheets and putting them back into the basket as she scrambles out from the pile she is in.
“Bah, you really need to watch where you’re going, little lady,” the innkeeper grumbles, picking up one of the blankets, only to gasp. “What the hell? It’s soaked!”
Tik Tik stares down at her chest, gasping when she sees how dark her shirt has become, a quick spurt of milk shooting out of her to prove where the mess came from. And, of course, since she got out of her little trap, her tits were bigger AGAIN!
“Eeyaaa! Sorry, sorry. Can’t stick around! Bye!”
Covering her chest, the kobold rushes down the stairs and to the inn's main room, only for a wall of people lined up and dancing, blocking her path.
A jaunty bard plays a tune in the center of the room, and everyone dances around him in a packed celebration of something or the other. The poor kobold looks this and way and that for a way out of here, only for two taller folks to grab her, pulling her arms away from her chest and slinging her into the line.
Dancing on her tip-toes, Tik Tik is left exposed, dripping wet, and her melons swelling larger and larger. Her tunic strains against her tits, the ties running low and pressing against her scales. It’s harder to breathe, and the sloppy squirts only get larger and larger as her tits enlarge. The poor girl squirms under the hold of the revelers, attempting to free herself. The strain in her chest takes away too much of her concentration to form any new spellwork.
As they dance, the reveler behind her slips, fighting to regain balance, and falls backward against the person behind him. He brings Tik Tik along with him, and the small kobold falls, her arm breaking free from the grasp of the person behind her. But the whole ordeal becomes a domino effect as everyone in the circle falls, and soon, even the person in front of Tik Tik comes crashing down by her.
She scrambles just out of the way, scurrying off as people scramble to pick themselves back up, her tits bouncing. The poor wizard huffs and puffs as she goes boingingly out the door and through the street.
The poor kobold finds herself out in the street in the middle of the night, her speed greatly reduced as each step makes her tits spring and slosh around, pulling her back with their massive weight. She stops every few feet to catch her breath, shaking her head. She goes to cup them, but they’re so sensitive that she gasps and falls each time she does. “It’s… no use…” she pants. “I can’t get anywhere…  but I must! I…”
“Hold it right there!”
Tik Tik whips around, her eyes wide, her tits wider. Two guards stand, tapping their feet and crossing their arms. “We’re here responding to a disturbance at the tavern. They say a big-titted kobold has been causing a ruckus and injuring people. You fit the description, so you must come with us.”
Tik Tik yips and turns, starting to rush away from them.
“Ah, dammit!” The first guard grunts.
“Second time this week,” the second laments, chasing after Tik Tik.
The poor wizard bounces and sloshes, leaving a trail of milk sprinkles along the path. When she finds an alleyway, she turns the corner, her tits whipping against a trash barrel, knocking it and all its contents over. She scrambles over it, rolling into a ball. Down the hill of the alley, her ears graced with the crashing of the guards against the fallen thing all. At the same time, she keeps rolling, rolling, rolling down the hill in a little titty ball before she collides into a stall, tits first, groaning.
The shopkeeper peers over her stall, asking, “Are you alright, miss? Where did you go? Oh, my!” She blushes a bright pink as Tik Tik pulls herself free, her tits straining against the fabric of her shirt.
“D… don’t mind Tik Tik,” the kobold says. “Just heading to see sorcerer Markus. Know where?”
The shopkeeper points down the road, but when Tik Tik looks, she sees more stall operators and shoppers watching her.
“Nothing see here!” Tik Tik shirps, cupping her chest. “Everything is okie dokie. Just passing through and—


RIIIIIIP!
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!”
—
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.
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.”