However, the milk-maid was not given to dispair. Heliam knew that her first task was to get free of this damnable bed. The satin robe had long since fallen from her mountainous breasts and lay with her on the bed. By dint of hard work, she managed to pull her arms from it's sleeves. That didn't avail her much. She strained upwards as much as she could, and couldn't even reach the arc of her breasts that led to her sealed nipples. At least now she could wipe the sweat from her forehead, by inching her arm out from under her swelling tits and around to her face.

The motion of that very action sent her nipples scraping along the fabric that covered the wooden canopy over the bed. The linen cloth was rougher than the satin robe she had recently worn, or the cotton chemise and bodice she wore more commonly. She giggled to herself, "It's a good thing that there was that fabric there, or I might have gotten a splinter from the heavy oak planking." Then an idea hit her. Very slowly at first, she began rocking back and forth. Milk sloshed within her enormous breasts. Her nipples, each bigger than both her thumbs rubbed along the canopy. The surging built up, visible waves coursing though her tits. Sensations built up faster than the waves, until Heliam had all she could do not to scream her pleasure. The exquisite friction of her nipples against the linen above sent her nearly to orgasm.

More importantly, the steady rubbing wore away the dried honey mixture capping her breasts. Not enough to wear away all of it, but enough that, with a loud hissing, some of the air the wizard had enchanted into her breasts was released. Some of the milk was dribbling out too, making the upper portions of her breasts slick. Side to side she rocked, until, with just enough air released from her breasts, one particularly strong oscillation sent her milk jugs free from the prison of the bed.

Heliam teetered on the edge of the bed for just a second, until the force of gravity took over. Then slowly, but with increasing speed, her vast bosom rolled towards the floor, pulling Heliam after. The shock of the impact was seismic, and sent tremors rippling through her bust for over a minute.

When it was over, Heliam half-stood, half-knelt against her breasts. She took a moment to collect herself and take stock of her situation. Her nipples were still out of reach, and pressed against the cold flagstones of the floor. On the good side, though, at least she was no longer in danger of suffocation. Also, the slight release of air (and a little milk) had calmed her immanent feelings that she was like to burst. However, she was still locked away in this tower room, and even were she not locked up here, each of her behemoth breasts was too wide to fit through the door. They did retain some bouyancy from the wizard's spell, so if she wished to do so, she could push her breasts along the floor.

So, there she was, her body supported by her boobs. Heliam had to admit they made at least as comfortable a resting place as the Duke's feather bed. Only a few minutes went by before the girl, exhausted by her efforts to free herself, had dropped off for a brief nap.

When she awoke, it was no longer night. From outside, through the arrow-slit window, she could hear the sounds of men preparing for battle. It seemed the High Lord had decided to use the Duke's castle as a staging area against some sort of foe, and had called for troops from every corner of his land. It took Heliam a moment to notice something else. Her breasts were no larger! While she deperately wanted release from the pressure of milk within her, at least she did not fill the chamber.

When Heliam was dragging herself back from the trip to the arrow slit (her breasts were far too big to let her actually peer out of it), she had her second idea. There was a thin trail of milk on the floor where her nipples had passed. Even though she could not reach around herself to properly express her milk, maybe the weight of her breasts could do the job. So she leaned harder into her swollen tit-flesh, pressing and releasing over and over again. Soon she was rewarded with two thin streams of milk and the occasional *hiss* as one of the enchanted air pockets in her breasts were released. As she continued to pump, Heliam watched the progress of the milk she was producing. It was headed for the door. Shortly thereafter it leaked out through the cracks in the doorjamb, where it undoubtedly made a big mess. It felt sooo good. The cold stone, the hot milk, and the sense of pressure being finally released combined with her hugely oversensitive breasts to bring her to a shuddering orgasm over and over. Finally, Heliam was able to stand, her breasts milked down to 'merely' two or three times the size of the largest gourds in the castle garden. She cradled the swollen girth of her bosom, the soft flesh swallowing up her arms from bicep to wrist. Now she was able to reach her nipples to milk herself properly, but instead of wasting her milk on the floor (now awash with her bounty), she strained and lifted until she could drink. After all, she'd been in this room with naught to slake her thirst for some time. Soon she was back to her accustomed size, each breast firm and full as one of those large honeydew melons the Duke had imported from the Southlands.

Heliam cleaned herself off as best as was possible, considering her milk was everywhere. A basin, towel, and pitcher of lukewarm water on a side table went the furthest in repairing the damage to her appearance the night had wrought. She then searched the room, looking for something--anything more substantial than the satin robe and undergarments she had arrived in. Across from the bed, in a dark wooden wardrobe, Heliam found a suit of clothes the Duke had obviously intended as a gift.

Smoothing the clothing across her nude form, she noted how well it would likely fit. Still, she hesitated before trying it on. The material was so costly. There was a finely spun skirt, in a dark forest green color, so pleated as to flare out with all but the smallest of steps. The chemise was white and made of raw silk, which felt heavenly against her skin. The chemise even had the drawstring neckline she preferred, to aid in her nursing duties. Over the chemise was a beautiful bodice in a lighter green, tailored to her narrow waist and full bosom. There were even matching silk ribbons for lacing the bodice and tying her waist length hair back.

Her reluctance lasted but a few moments, then she dressed quickly. The feel of such delicate fabrics elicted a deep sigh of contentment as the fabric hugged her form. It was perhaps the merest trifle snug in the bust, but she could already feel the relentless tide of milk slowly swelling her breasts. Now dressed, she just had to figure a way past her last obstacle--the locked door.

Chapter Two

The Baron of Western Ford sighed wearily. He and his levy of troops had ridden all night to the Duke's castle at the summons of the High Lord, and such activities take their toll. He had seen to his men's billets, arranged for his animals to be fed, but still felt restless, unable to sleep. Morning was almost here, and with it, a possibility of battle. So, he did what he could to tire himself further--he wandered through the castle, into the cellars, across the halls, and even up into the towers, all at a brisk military march.

It was as he climbed the last and tallest of the towers, the Duke's Tower, it was called, that he almost came to an early end. The Baron trotted up the stairs just after dawn and nearly slipped on something slick covering the stones. He looked around for the drudge who was cleaning the stairs and saw no one. That was when he realized that the liquid on the stairs was not water. He peered closer, sniffed it, and frowned, puzzled. Who had spilled such a great quantity of milk here in the Duke's Tower? No one lived up this high, save the Duke himself, and the Baron had seen the Duke's body brought in not one hour ago, when outriders had found the site of the ambush that had killed him and his wizard.

The milk washed down the stairs from side to side. The Baron, glad for something to occupy his time, followed the trail of the milk up to a room nearly at the top of the tower. There was the source, seeping out from beneath a heavy oaken door. The door was locked, but the key was there, just waiting to be turned.

And so, knowing that his curiosity was going to get him in a lot of trouble one of these days, he unlocked the door and pulled it open. The first thing he noticed when he had done so was that the scent of milk was much stronger, almost overpowering. Second, he saw a small wave of milk wash out past his bootsoles, wetting his toes. But the third...ah, the third! Framed by the light of the rising sun through the arrow slit window across the room, he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The Baron's fatigue instantly fled. He knew that he handle this meeting absolutely perfectly--that he would have only one chance to meet her for the first time. A carefully selected greeting poised itself on his tongue, one not too pushy and courtier-like (for he was no courtier), but sincere and honest. He opened his mouth to speak, and--

"Uhhh...err...I mean, uh..."

His wits had fled! Finally, after two or three eternities had passed, the courtesy drilled into him since he was a boy came to his rescue.

"Ah...there seems to be a bit of a mess here, milady. May I call a servant to clean your chambers?"

The milkmaid looked suprised. This lord, who by his coronet was a Baron of the realm, was addressing her as a lady of station. She took in his tall, solid frame, dark hair with contrasting coppery beard, and his kind face and realized rescue had come. Heliam stepped as delicately as she could across the lake of milk and curtseyed deeply, causing her breasts to bounce and sway in the bodice. As she did so, the Baron's eyes widened considerably. He had been eyeing her, noting the raven hair and lush, womanly curves, but when she dipped forward, the flesh in her bodice surged forward, almost slipping free of the cloth's embrace. This gave him some idea how buxon she really was. It was difficult, but by the time he had straightened up again, he had composed his face.

"What a gorgeous woman!", he thought.

The Baron reached out a hand to help her steady herself, working to keep his eyes safely on her face. She told him a tale of how she had come to be locked in the tower by the old Duke. When the lass came to the portion of the tale concerning how her enormously milk-swollen breasts had filld the bed, naught would do but for him to check for himself. Indeed, the planking had been bent, as if by some powerful force. Milk was dripping from the canopy, and the mattress had be crushed by some huge weight.

The tale told, the Baron held out his hand again to the woman. "Heliam," he said, "You are an incredible and beautiful woman. But we ought to go below to the castle proper, in case the High Lord has orders for me or my men."

"But I was supposed to stay up here, where it was safe." Heliam protested. "And, well, all those troops downstairs..."

"I promise to keep you safe," said the Baron. "Besides, no troops I know would dare bother such a Lady as yourself. My first task, though, is to get you safely past this sea and waterfall of milk you've made. We can't have you slipping and falling."

Suiting actions to words, he put one arm below her shoulders and made a seat of the other arm, sweeping Heliam into the air. She leaned back, reclining on one of his arms as he adjusted his stance and balance. At such closeness, the Baron could not help but reveal his interest as Heliam's full breasts bounced and jiggled in the bodice, inches from his nose.

Heliam noticed his stare but really didn't mind. He was handsome enough in a rugged way, gallant, and obviously interested in her. The Baron even treated her as a noble-born lady, even after he found she was a commoner. Of course, he seemed a touch shy. No normal noble would have hesitated to paw her or even bed her there in the bedroom, should he have found her of interest. If she waited for him to make some sort of advance, she might well be an old maid first. So she looked for some means to speed matters along.

Carrying the nursemaid as if she weighed no more than a small child, the Baron left the bed chamber and descended the stairs. Along the way, they startled one of the servants beginning to clean up the milk that pooled at the bottom of the staircase. Heliam's contralto and the Baron's bass blended in laughter as they both tried to say the old adage about spilled milk at the same time.

When each had recovered their breath, Heliam directed the Baron to the castle's kitchen, where she reached down and grabbed items for an impromptu picnic. A page in the livery of the High Lord came running up.

"Milord Baron? The High Lord sends his complements. He also says the castle is under seige, but not to worry. The attackers seem few in number and seem content to wait out of bowshot in the forest. As your men are primarily scouts, the High Lord has given orders for them to stand down and for you to get some rest. Unless the situation changes, he said, there will be a council of war at nine of the clock tomorrow. Good day, Milady." The page scurried off without waiting for acknowledgement, obviously off on some other errand.

Heliam guided them into a corner of the kitchen, where a small door was almost hidden by a large cabinet.

"This used to be the old pantry, but it was too small, and it backs up against the bread ovens, so it's always nice and warm." She opened the door and led him inside. There, she lit a candle and closed the door behind the Baron. "I'm afraid it's a bit of a comedown after the last bedroom you saw me in, but this is my real chamber. At least there isn't milk all over the floor."

The Baron looked around. A small bed filled one side of the small room. A few crudely made shelves lined the walls with her personal belongings. There was a table, covered with wax drippings, standing next to the door. Heliam set the candle down on the table. It _was_ warm in here. Decidedly warmer than that tower.

Heliam shrugged and motioned towards the bed. "I'm sorry, milord Baron, the only place to sit is on the bed."

The Baron placed her gently on the bed, then sat down himself, so he could face her and use the wall as a backrest. "In truth, it matters little. Being on the border, I've been in far less pleasant or inviting places than this."

The two began to talk about inconsequentials...about how they thought the seige might run, of foibles among the greater nobility, about how the servants really ran any large castle. Along the way, they discovered that her name was Heliam, and his was Glenn. Gradually, though, the warmth of the room and the lack of sleep on the part of the Baron took it's toll. He began speaking with longer and longer pauses between words until at last, he was asleep.

Heliam looked down and decided to make her move. Her breasts were still filling with her bounty of milk, and the bodice was begining to get quite snug. Since her pale flesh was beginning to bulge out the top of her clothing, she began to unlace the bodice. When she had unstrung it halfway, and the pressure was eased, she began to maneuver Baron Glenn around from where he leaned against the warm wall. Several times during the next few minutes she paused, as Glenn muttered or moved in his sleep. Apparently, he was a restless sleeper. Gradually, Heliam shifted until she was leaning against the other wall and carefully, ever so carefully, she moved Glenn from his stony pillow to the considerably softer pillow of her breasts. He mumbled once, then lay still, head cradled in her swelling bosom. His breath ghosted out of his mouth, across her left breast and tickling her nipple.

"Hmmm," she thought to herself "This feels nice. I could get to like this a lot." Indeed, with the pressure from Glenn's head in counterpoint to the pressure steadily filling her up, she began to feel quite horny. She hugged him closer and let herself drift off in a light doze.

Chapter Three

Baron Glenn was happy. He could not remember having been so content since he was a small boy. He knew there was a reason for being so pleased with the world, and the reason was right behind him. In a dreamy slowness, he turned around...and there she was. A beautiful raven-haired lass, with a gorgeous face and an incredible figure bursting out of a tight gown. Glenn held out a hand to this vison, and she took it. The two of them began running along a meadow that was not there just a moment ago. He glanced over at the woman running alongside him, and noticed something that in his dreamy haze, he found to be a wonderful thing. With every few steps they ran, she grew bigger and bigger breasts. They shredded the gown she was wearing and billowed out, fuller and fatter. He stumbled to a halt, just as the massive breasts had swelled from her chin to her knees, and nearly as wide as her arms could reach. Ponderously, she turned towards him, the mammoth globes jiggling and bouncing against each other. With a mischievious grin, the woman knocked him over with her breasts, and backed away slightly, so she could see him over the top of them. She then rolled forward onto her tits and onto him. For a second, panic and pleasure warred in his mind. Warmth surrounded him as she pressed him into the crevice between her breasts, and somehow, thoughts of suffocation just never entered his mind. He slid his way through her cleavage, climbing up until he emerged face-to-almost-face with the girl who so strongly resembled...what was her name? She reached forwards over the front of her breasts, smooth skin sliding over smooth skin. She steadied him and guided his face to hers. Her full lips parted, and she kissed him. Just then he tasted...milk?

Heliam awoke just before Glenn did. He was starting to stir, and his head had slipped a bit lower on her chest. When she looked down, she had a slight shock. While she was nowhere near as large as she had been the night before, the skin of her breasts was tight and very firm. Blue veins snaked their way prominently across her front. Her nipples thrust out from orbs nearly large enough to to fill her lap. Nestled into her cleavage was the Baron--Glenn, she corrected herself. Twin trickles of milk coursed down from her nipples in time with her heartbeat. His mouth opened blindly, and a few droplets of milk passed across his lips. Glenn squirmed a bit and opened his eyes.

"Wha...Oh...I...Err...Oh no!" he said, beginning to blush furiously. He tried to sit up, to pull himself away from her breasts, but her strong, slender hands held him in place.

"Shhh, love. It's all right." she said. In fact it was more than all right. The warm blush in his cheeks felt quite lovely and soothing against the taut skin. "Look, Glenn, I need you to help me. I'm getting more and more full," she let her eyes get big, "And I need someone to help milk me. Will you?"

Emotions flashed across Glenn's face. Hunger, lust, even a bit of fear, leaving the lust behind. He bit his lower lip, then said in a voice hoarse with passion "My dear lady, whatever you want or need. I am at your service."

Heliam moved, slowly under the weight of all her milk, until she was resting flat on the bed. Her swollen breasts stood high and firm, thrusting up against gravity, nipples at the peak swaying slightly. The undersides of her breasts flowed over her arms, still soft despite all the fluid she could feel sloshing inside her. Glenn was laying over the top of her body, supporting himself on hands and knees to look down over the top of her enormous tits at her face. She gathered as much of her milk-swollen tits as she could in her arms, as if offering them for inspection. Glenn lowered himself until his lips could reach her straining nipple and gently wrapped his lips around it. His tongue circled around the nipple, running over the rough areolae. In response, her breast gushed milk, filling his mouth. It was warm and delicious. The other breast spurted a lesser jet in sympathy, milk running down from the other nipple like a river down a mountain.

Glenn knelt astride Heliam's waist, freeing up his hands. He continued to suckle Heliam's breasts, first one, then the other, doing his best to drain the vastly swollen jugs. His hands caressed her taut skin, setting waves flowing through her tits. Heliam's hands joined his, pressing and releasing the flesh in time with the waves already rolling through the massive forms.

Hours later, Heliam and Glenn lay sprawled across each other. Both had gorged on as much milk as they could hold, bellies tight with Heliam's bounty. Heliam still was not emptied completely, but was able to move much more normally with the bulk of the milk removed. Glenn was exhausted and astounded. He never before had experienced the feelings that this woman had aroused in him to such a great depth. He wanted to take her back to his barony, where he could treat her as she deserved, not as some milk animal for a Duke's children. Perhaps, if they got rid of this seige, he could ask her if she'd care to leave this place and come with him. He placed one arm protectively around her.

Light streamed under the door to the kitchen. It was getting time for the war council meeting, and it would go ill with him were he not there. The two lovers parted, with many promises on his part to return shortly, and lingering hands and lips on both sides. Heliam helped Glenn dress, hand gently squeezing the bulge in his trews, until he quivered with barely supressed passion.

Glenn marched to the council chamber, outwardly planning war with a foe, while inside, lust reigned. He took his assigned seat at the table, scarely remembering to salute the High Lord his leige. The council got to business.

Time passed. "The High Lord has the problem in a nutshell," Glenn thought. "So why is he taking so long to state it?" Glenn's mind drifted off to the lovely maid he found in the tower, and when he got back to that room of hers...

"Yes, my Lord...err, I do have an idea for how to scout the foe!" Glenn's mind frantically replayed the conversation that he'd daydreamed past. "I, ah...will need access to the dead wizard's chambers. Yes, the very thing! I also might...err, have to requisition some personnel from about the castle...no, no one critical to the defense. Yes, sir...I'll be about it immediately!" He turned and left the room, feeling the High Lord's eyes boring into his back.

The High Lord was no fool. While he was sure that the young Baron Glenn was covering for himself, he was curious as to what the boy could do under pressure like this. Besides, if he suceeded in spying out the plans of the foe, he couldn't be punished. And it would be a challenge, for certain. The castle had no secret egresses, and was in a low valley. Since the enemy, whoever he was, commanded the high ground, there was little that escaped his notice. Ah, well...on to the next item of business...

Baron Glenn stormed through the castle, jogging around corners and in two cases, actually into people. His destination was nearly the other side of the keep, and the High Lord's patience was not well known. Slightly winded, he wound his way up the Wizard's Stair, and to the (now deceased) wizard's rooms. It was actually three suites of rooms, each connected as one went around the tower. The first was his living chambers. No, what Glenn sought was not here, though he spared it a quick glance anyway just to be sure. The second was a library--and what a library! Hundreds of books, folios, scrolls, and stacks of papers filled the shelves on the walls. Glenn's tutor, back when he was a boy, hadn't a tenth of this collection.

What he looked for might be here, and so he looked. Books on politics, tomes on the uses for dead lizards, codexes of astronomical and astrological import...all came under his scrutiny and were rejected. After half an hour of searching, he still did not find his quarry, and so he went on to the third room.

The third room was different. Unlike the spartan bedroom and the meticulously organized library, this room was simply cluttered. Three different workbenches were crowded into a small space. Baskets hung from the ceiling, with noxious smells coming from some of them. The floor was scarred with the results of older experiments. Apparatus of unguessable purpose packed bench, shelf, and floor. The sheer amount of stuff here made his search a daunting one.

However, the simple fact that there was nowhere else to look drove him forward. Eventually, he found it...a smallish libram entitled _Simple Magics of the Hearth_. Perusing the spells therein, he gathered the ingredients for what he was about to try and went back to the castle kitchen. There, he liberated a small cauldron for his upcoming spell and found Heliam.

"I need you to help me. There's the remnant of a spell on your breasts, which I might be able to duplicate and increase in power. It could help save the castle, by getting us the information we need to break the seige. Are you willing?"

Heliam bit her lip. "Well, I don't know of any...and if you say it could help? I don't think you'd hurt me, anyway."

Baron Glenn smiled reassuringly. "No, the spell is safe. What I'm going to do is mix these ingredients in this cauldron and it should start to fume and bubble. I want you to lean over the cauldron and breathe in as much of the fumes as you can. Fill your lungs as deeply as possible...in fact if you made a tent with a cloak, to concentrate the fumes, that would help even more."

Heliam nodded assent and they climbed to the roof of the keep. Glenn made one stop along the way to collect a light, but strong coil of rope from a store room.

They emerged into the light of day on the roof. Both were puffing a bit from their climb, and the Baron took a quick peek at Heliam. Her breasts were again beginning to bulge from the bodice, and every breath she took caused her swollen chest to rise and fall marvelously. The two walked over to the ramparts at the edge of the roof. Glenn dropped his burdens, while Heliam removed her cloak. The Baron mixed a number of powders and roots in the cauldron, stirring them into almost a dry paste, while the busty lass watched. Glenn then stood and stretched.

He handed one end of the coil of rope to Heliam, and told her to tie it to one ankle. The other, he fastened to the battlements. Glenn checked both knots several times to make sure both were fast, then he turned to Heliam.

"One more thing, love. I don't think you'll be able to take this with you on your journey." With that, he untied the laces of her bodice, and helped her remove both it, and her chemise. Once removed from restraint, her swelling breasts bobbed and bounced against her upper belly, full and round, nipples protruding in the cool air. Glenn caressed them briefly, fingers sliding across smooth skin before he returned to business. "Now, ready with the cloak?" Heliam nodded.

"Very good. What will happen is that your breasts will become much lighter, as they did with the wizard's spell. They will also grow, as they fill with the vapors from the cauldron and they work their magic on you. Don't be alarmed, though, the gasses will leak from you quickly, and you'll return to normal. While you're aloft, I need you to see what our foe is up to, so that I may tell the High Lord what chances with our enemy and he can counter it. Are you ready?"

Heliam nodded nervously, and draped the cloak around the caldron. She placed her head within the tent thus made, and Glenn reached in as well, a wineskin in his hands.

One squirt of wine, a second, a third, and the paste, moistened with the wine began to bubble and give off a purple smoke. Heliam breathed it in. It had a subtle smoke, like the lavender herbs that hung all over the kitchen, but with some sort of tang to it. She inhaled once, twice, a third time, and suddenly she felt her chest rubbing against her arms holding the cloak around her head and the cauldron. A fourth and fifth breaths, and the space surrounded by the cloak was full of Heliam's ballooning bust. When she tried to draw a sixth, the cloak was pushed open.

Glenn watched as Heliam dropped the cloak. Already, her breasts were as large as they had been this morning, before she had given him the gift of her milk. With each passing second, they swelled further. He could not help but to stroke the ballooning flesh, and feel the tight skin stretching further under his hands. Heliam's face was a study in pleasure as the taut skin stimulated nerves, and she grew lighter, and lighter. Soon, she was barely on her toes, and her breasts were urging her higher and higher. Her breasts, now lighter than air, were completely round and were almost taller than she was. Gently she rose, her last remaining link to the earth the tether tied around her ankle.

Soon she drifted as a cloud, two hundred feet in the air above the Duke's Keep. She could see the tops of the surrounding hills, and could spy out the postions of the enemy's troops. It was like looking at a hugley detailed map! To the south, though, there was something different. It was on the bluff closest to the Keep, and it was huge--some sort of enormous catapult. Just then, the gasses within her bloated breasts stopped their expansion, and she could hear a faint 'hissss' as they began to leak from her outthrust nipples. Her time with the birds and other creatures of the air was now over...

Glenn used the rope to guide her back to the roof. He questioned her carefully, and when she got to the huge catapult, his face went white. "From up there, the enemy could just pound us into rubble!" He tried to hurry Heilam's dressing, but she was still too inflated. Breasts as big around as cart wheels never were designed to fit into a bodice. Impatiently, Glenn said "Heliam, love, I must get this news to the High Lord. I'll meet you in your rooms, later. We must not let him get a single volley off!" With that, he dashed off, down the stairs.

Heliam waited, stroking her breasts until all the air had been released, until she was back to being merely huge-breasted and milk laden. This took long enough, that she was able to see the High Lord's men, Baron Glenn among them, ride off to destroy the catapult. As she got dressed, she could hear the sounds of battle, and she feared greatly for her new lover. As they battled toward their goal, she heard loud shouts, and a loud, creaking noise. Suddenly, there was a loud whistle in the air and a shadow passed over Heliam.

Chapter Four

An enormous rock, fully as large as her breasts had been just half an hour past, crashed down out of the sky, and struck the Keep's courtyard squarely. Rubble flew everywhere. Up on the rooftop, Heliam was safe, but she greatly feared a second shot. Cheers and laughter from the nearby bluff to the south were the signs that her lover and his companions were sucessful, and that the catapult would never fire a second volley. She hurried downstairs to see what damage had occurred.

Most people had taken shelter in the Keep's Great Hall, and only a few had been cut by flying debris...just those who had business that took them outside. There was, however, one very important casulaty of that single rock.

The Keep's well had been right in the path of the falling stone and it was now completely destroyed. The castle under seige now had only what little liquid that had been drawn. When the High Lord's men, Glenn as well, returned, they immediately saw the seriousness of the situation. The reinforcements that were to save them, and strike down their enemy from behind would not arrive for a week--which time they now did not have. With what they had on hand, and rationing carefully, they might last three days, perhaps four. They had no wizard that could strike a sweet spring from barren rock. Worse, the foe knew what they had struck, and began tightening the seige, lest any slip forth to find water. Everyone retired to their chambers, hoping someone could find a solution.

Glenn, of course, went with Heliam to her room. She was once again in need of milking, and as the two of them once again coaxed forth milk from her abundant breasts, a thought struck Glenn.

"How is it, love, that you can make so much milk so often? Your breasts just keep swelling [slurp, slurp], no matter what you eat or drink."

"Well, the kitchen wenches found me on their doorstep years ago. When my cycles began and I started to--develop, the castle wizard said a spell had been placed on me in infancy. It was beyond his power to dispell, he said. In truth, I never really wanted him to. It--ooohhh, that feels good--has helped me over the years. Now it's brought me you."

Glenn thought a while. "Heliam, love...I have an idea. I worked a magic today that made the spell of lightness the castle wizard cast on you more effective, even though it had faded, and so, for a little while, you flew. What if I cast this little spell of mine on your breasts, rather than at another spell? Do you think that maybe your breasts could save the castle again?"

Heliam though about it for a little while. "But...but to make that much milk...I'd have to be simply enormous! And what if your spells were permanent...I'd be a freak!"

Glenn tried to calm her. "I can't think of any other way to keep everone here alive...and even if you were the size of the Keep itself, I'd still love you....I'll stay with you, even if I must give up my barony to do so."

Heliam cupped her breasts in her hands, and pressed them together, creating a long line of cleavage, bulging forth to her lover. "Stay with me tonight, my love. Tomorrow, tell the High Lord what we'll try, together.

*****

Events the next morning moved with dizzying speed. After Glenn sought and was granted an audience with the High Lord, and Heliam made a quick demonstation, the Keep's Great Hall was cleared as fast as servants could haul furniture. The High Lord left orders that none were to enter the Hall, save the two of them, and some of the kitchen help Heliam named. He also, as he turned to leave the Hall, said "I'll have you know I am not unmindful as to who has saved this Keep. If the two of you succeed, you will be Duke and Dutchess here, if you're willing." On that, he left.

Heliam stood near the back of the Great Hall, facing across the Hall to the closed double doors that led outside. Thick rugs, scaveneged from all through the Keep lay over the floor. Glenn tenderly undressed her, laying her body bare to his gentle hands. The two of them together stroked and massaged her breasts, already swollen with this morning's milk. He kissed her, full on the lips, and she nodded. Glenn backed away a few steps, and started chanting. Eight times he repeated his cantrip, until his voice was hoarse and tired, and there was no apparent effect. On the ninth repetition...it began.

Heliam began to feel a sensation of warmth filling her breasts, until she was certain they should begin glowing with the strangely non-painful heat. Her nipples tingled and grew as hard as sword steel, and she knelt quickly as her breasts began to grow.

She sighed as her flesh swelled downward, warm against her bare belly, then gasped as her boobs brushed the rugs. A few droplets of milk formed on her nipples. Still she grew.

Soon, from her knees, she no longer had to bend over in order to rest her breasts on the floor. They now swelled out twice as wide as her own slim torso. Glenn watched as she grew as large as she was when he woke from his dream. Heliam was just moaning one word, over and over..."Bigger!" Before long, she had to stand, her tits still weighed to the ground by the magically produced milk. Now, she was as large as she had ever been in the Duke's tower.

Glenn could take it no longer. He ran around behind his bloated lover and caressed her. In seconds, he was as hard as her nipples and began to make love to her, setting her enormous breasts quaking with their shared movements.

"Bigger! Bigger!!! BIGGER!!!" They shouted together, and Heliam's breasts complied. Soon, the two lovers lay atop a bed of milk and flesh, joined both physically and by the desire to see how enormous Heliam would become. A tide of flesh crept across the floor, bloated by unimagined gallons of sweet milk. The two were beyond noticing, as their passion had drowned their minds.

A few hours later, though, when Heliam's breasts flowed up against the walls, the cold stone shocked Heliam back into sense. She looked out across the room, and ws stunned to see she filled it. Her nipples rested against the doors, which fortunately opened outward. Heliam stroked the swollen flesh, and sighed as she wondered how long it would take to drain her.

Epilogue

The Duke of Valley Keep was justly famed for the richness of his lands. Mostly, though it was the great beauty of his wife that swept the lands of the High Lord like a flame. She was known to be as brave as any warrior, and her husband was known to dabble now and again in the arts of Magic, so no one dared attack Valley Keep again.

While the surge of magic that had so greatly enhanced her ability to produce milk had not hurt the Dutchess Heliam, it had left a mark upon her. Never again did she lace a bodice across her breasts, and indeed, it was months before she was able to walk unassisted. Her sleek body was now adorned by breasts that each weighed as much as her body had weighed before. Morning, noon, and night, her husband helped her drain her excess milk, which was given to the people.

And they lived happily ever after--if a trifle larger than planned.