Lila's Diary full script

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Happy new year to you all!

Let's start this year by showing you the intense writing I've been doing these past days, now ready to illustrate! This is the diary of Lila on the boat, telling the story of her growth, not only of her breasts but of her persona, through 25 days. I have included a couple of new elements and details that will make me modify some panels of the already done pages of chapter 11.5. So buckle up, because it's quite the read. Maybe not a perfect style, maybe even a bit boring, I don't know, this is just raw text. I'll make it more interesting by illustrating it in the next days, while working on the backgrounds of chapter 11.5. I'm not used to write that much and not it in English (which is not my native language). Please let me know if you find any weird phrase or typo 😅! Hope you like 💖

Lila's Growth Diary

Day 1Cup Size: F

Departure day from Lanagos.

After offloading my bottles of wine at a vintner's and selling that cursed statuette of Keelai to a decorator, I managed to scrape together about fifty Auryls. It was just enough to secure a berth on the Keelai’s Kiss, a modest but heavy-tonnage sailing cog transporting mixed cargo. Contrary to what the librarian told me, I won't need to switch ships; this vessel is bound for Mermesii as its final destination, though we are scheduled to make stops at several major ports along the way. It seems the journey will hug the coastline of the continent all the way to Mermesii. It is going to be a long voyage.

We weighed anchor with the turning tide. On board, there is a Desaen mage manipulating the winds and an Aquelis mage commanding the sea. Their role is to optimize the ship's speed when the natural winds and currents turn unfavorable. The Aquelis seem rare from what I can tell, but from the little I’ve seen of this world, the diversity of intelligent species is incredible; I have so much left to discover. The rest of the crew consists of about fifteen Deck-Mages and as many slaves. Despite my burning desire to interview everyone to satisfy my scientific curiosity, I know I must avoid exposing myself. Too many questions might attract trouble.

The trip promises to be monotonous. I went down to settle into my cabin—a claustrophobic wooden box built against the curved slope of the hull. It is functional but tight; there is a narrow bunk squeezed into the alcove and a single gem lamp bolted to the wall that casts long, swaying shadows. After dumping my bag, I returned to the main deck to watch the lines being cast off as the ship slipped away from the harbor.

Later, I wandered the ship, exploring the various decks and quarters. The vessel feels surprisingly cavernous once you are inside the belly of the hull. I spotted a communal library holding a few tattered books and maritime charts, but I realized my own Atlas is far more comprehensive. I decided to retreat to the safety of my cabin. I spent the rest of the afternoon curled up on the narrow mattress, reading by the dim light of the lamp as the floor gently rocked beneath me.

Day 2Cup Size: F

The first night on board was grueling; I barely slept a wink. The unfamiliar creaking of the wood and the rolling of the hull kept me on edge. I eventually stepped out onto the deck in the middle of the night, hoping to find some calm in the sea air, but the ship never truly sleeps. There were still quite a few Deck-Mages on watch and slaves doing some chores. Feeling out of place, I retreated to my cabin as the sky began to gray.

There was nothing to do but try to sleep. But when I opened my eyes later that morning, my heart nearly stopped. The statuette of Keelai was there, sitting right on top of my travel bag. I don't know how it is physically possible—I sold the damn thing yesterday! How did it find its way back here? It is a pity it isn't made of gold or some other precious material; at least then this curse might be profitable. Staring at it, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. The air around the little idol felt heavy, almost pulsating with anger... I could feel its displeasure radiating toward me.

I tried to ignore it, but hunger started to gnaw at my stomach violently. Just as I was pacing in circles in the tiny room, someone knocked on the door. A slave brought in lunch—a bowl of gray, lumpy gruel that is included in the ticket price. The slave was a young man, quite cute actually, with the fox ears and tail of a Enerie. I devoured the gruel with embarrassing speed, scraping the bowl clean, but the hunger didn't fade. It clawed at me. I sat there, stomach still growling, realizing what a torture this voyage is going to be if this is the only sustenance I can expect. My body is demanding fuel for this... growth.

I spent the afternoon trying to distract myself with my book, and then I had to take "care of myself"—the pressure was becoming painful again. Fatigue hit me surprisingly fast after that. I decided to turn off the gem lamp at nightfall and force myself to sleep, if only to forget the hollowness in my belly.

Day 3Cup Size: G

I managed to sleep better, but I am bored out of my mind. I noticed my breasts have grown significantly since last night; I swear I have gone up a full cup size while I slept. It is terrifying how fast this is happening. To keep myself from going mad, I decided to start this journal using a blank notebook I scrounged up in the common quarters.

I spent most of the day studying the Atlas I bought in Lanagos. It is informative, certainly, but dry reading. When I couldn't take another map, I wandered the ship, trying to keep a low profile. I checked that small shelf of books in the common room again, hoping for a novel, but only found a thin collection of short stories. I finished it in an hour.

By the end of the day, my chest felt incredibly heavy and rock-hard. The pressure was intense. The moment I touched them to check, the milk just erupted, and an overwhelming wave of relief washed over me. I spent a long time draining them, reveling in the strange, heady pleasure it gave me, which inevitably led to touching myself. Sated and relaxed for the first time in days, I am finally going to bed.

Day 4Cup Size: G

The night was quiet enough, but waking up this morning was a disaster. My bunk was soaked through with milk. My breasts were painfully engorged, the skin stretched tight as a drum; the pressure must have forced them to spray while I was asleep. I spent the morning trying to drain them just to relieve the ache. They feel like lead weights attached to my chest, and draining is the only thing that makes them feel somewhat lighter.

That cute servant was on duty again today. The strangest—and most alarming—thing happened right after he brought my meal. The moment the latch clicked shut and I was alone, I felt a sudden, violent heat rush to my chest. My breasts actually swelled, visibly expanding in seconds, and milk just sprayed out across the room. The wave of lust that hit me was so sudden and intense that my knees nearly buckled. I had no choice but to let myself go. It felt... incredible. Draining them afterwards was more satisfying than ever, almost euphoric. I must have extracted a staggering amount, easily a liter in total. Afterwards, the skin looked less angry, less dilated, and they finally felt soft again.

It seems that arousal triggers a massive, instantaneous let-down for me now. If that happens in public, I am going to have serious problems...

But what scares me more than the embarrassment is my financial situation. I am essentially broke. I have nothing of value left to trade except my Atlas, my backpack, and that damned statuette of Keelai. We dock at Isoltae tomorrow. I’m going to try to sell the statuette again. I can’t part with my other gear, so that idol has to go. After reading for a while to calm my nerves, I’m going back to bed.

Day 5Cup Size: HStopover: Isoltae

The night was endless. Between my spiraling anxiety and the storm battering the hull, I barely slept.

We docked at the port of Isoltae today, and I was grateful for the chance to stretch my legs in the city for an hour before we cast off again.

It is a fascinating place, teeming with those humanoids with feline ears. It was a struggle to find anyone willing to barter, but I eventually managed to trade the Keelai statuette for some bolts of fabric. My clothes are becoming unbearably tight, so I plan to sew something that fits; I noticed a sewing kit in the common quarters earlier.

But when I returned to my cabin... there it was. The statuette. Sitting on the bed, facing the door as if it were watching me. It had returned. Again. And this time, the sensation was overwhelming—I could feel its anger crushing the air out of the room, far stronger than before. The punishment was immediate. My breasts suddenly surged outward, swelling violently, and milk began to spray everywhere.

I spent the next hour desperately trying to drain them, but they remained as hard as stones, refusing to soften. I literally filled the entire wooden shower bucket with milk... I still can’t believe it. What on earth am I supposed to do with this much? Trade it? But how would I even store it? Throw it away? Drink it? The exertion left me drained in every sense of the word, so I collapsed for a nap.

The afternoon passed slowly and uneventfully. I read another book from the ship’s library to pass the time before turning in early, my stomach twisting with hunger.

Day 6Cup Size: I

I woke up in the middle of the night as another storm battered the ship. My breasts were rock hard, engorged to the point of pain, with milk already leaking from my nipples in thin, steady streams.

It baffles me. I am producing liters of fluid, yet I am barely ingesting a tenth of the calories required for such metabolic output. It defies the laws of thermodynamics. I know the cause is supernatural —Keelai’s twisted punishment— but the lack of a rational, biological explanation is infuriating to my scientific mind.

Regardless of the physics, I had to drain them. I emptied the shower bucket into the drain and got to work. I have no choice; I am trapped on this vessel for another three weeks. Once empty, the reality set in: I have gone up yet another cup size. Waiting out the storm, I touched myself—my only source of comfort in this creaking prison—until I finally drifted back to sleep.

I woke up late, surprisingly rested. After a quick shower, I went up to the main deck for some fresh air, watching the crew work from a discreet distance. Then I returned to my cabin to wait for lunch.

The hunger is becoming a physical torture. I don’t think I’ve ever felt starvation like this. When the usual bowl of gruel arrived, I resisted the urge to inhale it in one gulp. I forced myself to eat slowly, remembering some old study about satiety signals being delayed. It didn’t help much. I took a nap just to stop thinking about food.

When I woke, the pressure was back. Blue veins were pulsing visibly beneath the skin, throbbing across my chest and nipples. As I palpated the tissue to check the tension, I actually heard it—a wet, gurgling sound coming from within the glands. Milk started to bead up, then sprayed out in a fine jet. Is it normal to hear your own body producing like this?

Draining them felt even better than before. The pleasure centered in my nipples was intense, building up until I had a small, trembling orgasm just from the friction of the milking. I finished the day reading my book, trying to ignore how good it felt, and went to bed.

Day 7Cup Size: I

Again this morning, I woke up with my breasts dangerously engorged, squirting and gurgling with that unsettling wet sound. After filling a bucket and indulging in a long, lascivious session of self-pleasure, I finally managed to take a shower. I tried to drain them as completely as possible, but it seems there is a limit; they won't deflate below a certain size anymore. It’s as if my "empty" state is resetting to a larger baseline every day.

When I finished, I glanced at the Keelai statuette. The aura of suffocating darkness I felt the day before yesterday seems to have faded. If I’m interpreting the data correctly, the specific "punitive" flash-lactations might be over.

However, the arousal trigger is definitely still active. The cute Enerie slave came by again today. I tried to strike up a conversation, but he was swamped with work. I asked him to come back when he had a moment to chat. Just talking to him—a measly few seconds of interaction—was enough. I felt my chest swell instantly, accompanied by those loud, churning gurgles. Naturally, that led to yet another draining and masturbation session.

To stave off the boredom, I decided to start exercising. I feel like my muscles are atrophying in this tiny cabin. Ironically, my chest provides a natural—if excessive—counterweight for weighted squats. The priority is my back; if this growth trajectory continues, my posture is going to collapse. I need a spine of steel to carry this front-load.

The day dragged on. I alternated between reading and taking cautious walks through the ship, keeping a low profile. I had to drain myself again in the afternoon because they started swelling and spraying spontaneously. I’m going to bed early, my stomach still twisting with hunger.

Day 8Cup Size: JStopover: Luminae

In the dead of night, a soft knock on the wooden door broke the silence. It was the young slave, finally off his shift. I ushered him into the cramped cabin and we sat on the edge of the narrow bunk, the gem-lamp casting long, flickering shadows against the curved hull.

We introduced ourselves properly. His name is Gael, a 22-year-old Enerie. He has been enslaved on this ship for months, working from sunrise to sunset. His duties are a grueling rotation of menial filth: scrubbing latrines, mopping floors, laundry, cooking, and serving. I peppered him with questions, but his apparent shyness made him reticent; his answers were short, whispered monosyllables.

As we spoke, I felt the familiar, heavy heat rising in my chest—arousal triggering the curse. I decided to cut to the chase before I made a fool of myself. I told him about my situation and the "assistance" I needed. He had never heard of the specific curse Keelai inflicted on me, but the moment I mentioned the Goddess's name, his demeanor changed. I felt a radiate wave of pure hatred from him; she is, after all, the patron of the empire that enslaved him. I told him we were on the same wavelength regarding that bitch of a Goddess.

By now, my breasts had reached their maximum capacity, the pressure bordering on painful. I took great care to ensure my headscarf was secure, tightening the knot under my chin to hide my human ears, before getting down to business. I told him I needed help relieving the pressure and lifted my poncho. I began to caress myself, and the milk immediately sprayed out, splashing onto his tattered tunic.

I saw the hunger in his eyes, but he was too timid to make a move, so I took the lead. I kissed him—tentatively at first—and reached down to massage him through his trousers. I could feel the heat of my own chest pressing against his thin, hole-ridden linen shirt. I pushed him back onto the mattress and pulled his trousers down.

I won't lie; what I found was... disappointing in its dimensions. But I was so starved for release that I wasn't going to stop for that. Still, despite his cute face, I couldn't ignore the reality of his hygiene. He is a slave and a sailor who has been scrubbing floors all day; the scent of sweat and labor was strong. I decided to keep my face at a safe distance.

Straddling him, I ground myself against him, kneading my massive breasts with both hands as I rode him. A frantic, irresistible desire drove me to impale myself on him. After a few minutes of warming up, I turned over and asked him to take over. As he took me from behind, I used the opportunity to drain my engorged, gurgling breasts. The milk splashed rhythmically onto the floorboards, forming white puddles that slowly seeped between the wooden slats of the cabin floor.

He didn't last long, shaking as he poured himself into me. The sensation of him throbbing inside me, combined with the warm flood of his release, was enough to push me over the edge. I quickened the pace to capitalize on his fading erection and managed to secure my own climax.

Once the deed was done, Gael whispered that he had to run; his sleep shift was short, and work began at dawn. I went straight to the shower stall to douche and scrub the evidence of the encounter from my skin.

When I returned to the bunk, my heart sank. The statuette of Keelai was glowing with a dark, suffocating aura of anger—far more intense than before. It was as if the coitus itself had offended her. Now that I think about it, indulging in pleasure goes against the "purity" she seemed to demand during the trials. But this is real life! Do the women of this world, her own followers, not have sex? Why am I the only one denied this?

My post-coital well-being evaporated, replaced by a bitter frustration. It took me a long time to fall back asleep.

I woke up only a few hours later. My breasts were agonizingly swollen and spraying spontaneously. As I drained them, I realized with horror that they had grown another full cup size during those few hours of sleep. A direct punishment for last night, no doubt.

After a workout session and a shower, I went up to the deck to get some air before lunch.

We docked at Luminae in the afternoon. I went ashore with a backpack full of bottles—4 liters of "fresh" milk. I felt deeply ashamed at first, asking strangers if they wanted to buy it, but surprisingly, no one batted an eye. I found buyers quickly. I have no idea if my milk has the properties they are looking for, but the coin is real.

With the money earned, I bought a stock of empty glass bottles for the next batch and a sewing kit to finally fix my wardrobe.

Day 9Cup Size: KStopover: Konpei

My breasts seem to have crossed another threshold in size overnight—they are bigger, heavier, and spraying milk. My mattress was soaked when I woke up.

The morning routine begins. As I drained myself, I watched the statuette out of the corner of my eye. Keelai still seems angry. Is she punishing me for having sex? It sounds stupid, but it’s the most obvious explanation that comes to mind; I always feel like I can "sense" her rage when I look at that idol. It is a genuine defect. Does this mean I have to content myself with doing everything solo and avoid sexual contact for an entire year just so my breasts don't grow too huge? What a nightmare! That would mean doing without Gael, or anyone else for that matter.

In the meantime, it appears I have gone up yet another cup size, my milk production has increased again, and there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop it.

This afternoon, the ship made a stop at Konpei. I barely had enough time to rush out and sell my new batch—about three liters—for fifteen Cinders, and then immediately buy more bottles. New bottles were priced at two Cinders each, but since I bought a whole crate of ten, I managed to negotiate the price down to one and a half per unit.

The captain told me there are 8 more stops before Mermesii. If I continue at this pace—if my production and earnings remain constant, and I manage to find a buyer every time—I should be in possession of at least 84 Cinders by the end of the trip.

While selling my bottles today, I also learned the name for women who sell their milk like I do: Milkmages. The difference, of course, is that I cannot use magic... which makes me more of a dairy cow, I suppose. But it’s all a matter of perspective. These prices are extremely low—I won't get far on this income—but it is better than nothing.

I drained myself a second time in the afternoon. Now, as night falls, I am in bed waiting for Gael to come... but as I write these lines, he still hasn't shown up. Maybe later in the night.

Day 10Cup Size: K

I woke up this morning to the now-familiar sensation of swollen, spraying breasts. It seems this has become my new normal; I can expect this every single morning from now on. What annoys me now—knowing that this fluid has actual market value—is the sheer waste of what leaks out before I even wake up. That is lost profit.

I admit, I was a little disappointed that Gael didn't come by last night. But would we have even had sex? Thinking about it rationally, considering the violent reaction it provokes in Keelai, it is probably for the best. It is the wiser choice. If I keep triggering those growth spurts, I’ll end up with breasts so colossal I won't be able to walk or fit through a door frame.

Still, there must be other women in this world who have gone through this, or at least a way to control the size. I haven’t seen anyone with breasts this disproportionately huge. Surely there is a precedent?

While performing my new morning drainage routine, my mind started working on a solution. I need to extract the milk faster and more efficiently. I began visualizing a device using the fabric and sewing accessories I bought.

Once the morning drainage was done and three bottles were filled, I spent the day trying to construct a sort of harness using a system of tightening belts to apply consistent pressure. By nightfall, I still hadn't finished it, so I had to drain myself manually again before bed, filling another fresh bottle.

Tomorrow the ship stops at Althiria. Between today's stock and tomorrow morning's drainage, I can hope to sell seven or eight bottles.

Day 11Cup Size: LStopover: Althiria

Once again, I woke up covered in milk, my breasts veiny, throbbing, and swollen. I started my routine with a heavy heart, deeply worried that Gael didn't come by again last night. Does he not want to see me? Did he get caught? I just hope nothing terrible has happened to him.

After draining myself and filling three and a half new bottles, I decided to measure myself. The tape confirmed my fears: I have gained yet another cup size. I’m not exactly surprised, but the anxiety is gnawing at me. I haven't "wronged" Keelai since my sexual encounter, yet the growth continues unabated. The question is, how far will this go?

I returned to constructing my harness. A little before noon, it was finally finished. It was time to test the prototype. The quality leaves much to be desired—given my non-existent sewing skills and the rough make of the fabric—but utility is what counts right now. I strapped it on and began the drainage process.

It actually works surprisingly well. As the milk extracts and the volume decreases, I can tighten the belts to maintain constant, firm pressure. I filled two bottles in one sitting. Success! I had nine full bottles ready to sell. After a quick lunch, I gave it another go and extracted enough to fill a tenth and final bottle.

We docked in the mid-afternoon. As I left my cabin, I scanned every corridor and deck on my way out, desperate for a glimpse of Gael, but there was no sign of him.

Althiria is breathtaking—a cosmopolitan hub with incredible architecture. There is a massive market right at the port exit. I had no trouble selling my stock at 6 Cinders per bottle, and I immediately used some of the profit to buy as many empty bottles as I could carry.

On my way back onto the ship, the Captain intercepted me, eyeing my clinking cargo. She asked what I was doing with all that glass. I told her the truth—that I am a Milkmage trying to keep busy and make a living during the voyage. She just nodded with a knowing smirk. I was incredibly tempted to ask her where Gael was, but I caught myself at the last second; asking about a specific slave might arouse suspicion. I hurried back to my cabin, my heart pounding.

My mind is fixated on Gael. As I lay there replaying our night together, my breasts began to swell, triggered by the arousal. I strapped on my harness and let the flow come. I managed to extract three full bottles.

I realized something dangerous: if I can manage to excite myself or trigger these "pushes," I can extract more milk, and therefore make more money. But do I really want to spend my days doing that? Then again, what else do I have to do in this floating prison? I’ll let the night bring counsel; it’s already late.

Current Money: 35 lumasTotal Production: 3 Liters

Day 12Cup Size: LStopover: Maelora

I woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat. I’m not really surprised; we are crossing the equator now, and the nights are suffocatingly hot. Having these massive heaters attached to my chest certainly doesn't help regulate my temperature. Since I was awake, I took the opportunity to strap on my harness and drain myself, then went back to sleep.

I woke up again a few hours later as the sun blazed into my cabin. My breasts were swollen again, but this time—miraculously—there were no leaks, no wasted product. I woke up slowly, strapped the harness back on, and started my routine, extracting a little over three bottles. Between last night and this morning, in just three sessions, I managed to extract ten bottles.

I forced myself through a gym routine for about an hour, followed by a cold shower. Then, I lay back on my bunk and decided to try something... experimental. I closed my eyes and deliberately focused on sexual thoughts, trying to trigger a let-down manually.

And it worked. I lay there until my breasts were completely engorged, hard and spraying. The sensation is... pleasant. I am ashamed to admit it, but I’m starting to like it. I strapped the harness on and filled four bottles in less than an hour! I think I’m getting the hang of this, and the harness is proving to be incredibly practical.

Lunch was served, and the ship docked in Maelora right after, in the early afternoon. I asked the Captain if I could hire a slave to help transport my cargo in exchange for a few Cinders. She agreed, and a slave accompanied me into the city, struggling under the weight of my fourteen liters of milk.

Maelora is impressive, but I was focused on business. Once again, I sold my milk without any issue at the port market—it seems there is always a buyer. I bought a fresh stock of empty bottles and we returned to the ship.

Back in the privacy of my cabin, I lay down and meditated to trigger another rush. I extracted four bottles. I read for a while to recharge, then an hour later, I tried again—another success. By nightfall, I am in possession of 8.5 full bottles.

Satisfied, I am going to bed counting my earnings. 92 Cinders. This is adding up faster than I expected!

Current Money: 92 CindersCurrent Stock: 8.5 Liters

Day 13Cup Size: LStopover: Caelumis

I woke up with my breasts swollen and spraying; my mattress was wet again. Yet, strangely, I feel rested and in a good mood. As I started my routine, I realized that these last few days have been more bearable. Being able to sell my milk and earn a little money has given me a sense of agency, perhaps even a boost of confidence.

Physically, it seems my breasts haven't grown much in overall volume since yesterday, but my nipples appear wider, and the flow escaping them during drainage is significantly heavier.

After my routine—Gym, Shower, Triggered Let-down, Meal—we arrived at the stopover. Caelumis. Like yesterday, I hired a slave to help me transport my cargo. I managed to sell all 17 bottles to a single buyer for the handsome sum of 1 Auryl (which is worth 100 Cinders).

The coin is beautiful. It is made of a pale gold metal covered in an iridescent layer, shimmering like oil on water with shifting reflections of blue and violet. Holding it felt like a real victory.

Before returning to the ship, I spotted a bookstore and decided to take a look, hoping to find some reference materials about this world. I found three promising titles: A History of the Keelaian Empire, The Synergies of the Goddesses, and—crucially—a copy of The Alabaster Flow: Principles of Vital Fluidity, a book about milk magic.

I returned to the ship, but this time I made a strategic investment. I bought a preservation barrel enchanted with a stasis spell, along with another crate of empty bottles. The next port is the day after tomorrow, and according to the Captain, after Reamis, we face five days at sea without stops. With the quantity I am producing now, I needed a way to store the surplus without spoilage. I plan to resell the barrel once we reach Mermesii.

Back on board, I settled in to read. I cracked open the book on Milk Magic to see what I could learn. It is fascinating. Aside from the spells (which I can't use), there is a wealth of information on the biological functioning of different species, alchemy, extraction techniques, and balms of various effects. There is even a grim chapter on "White Fever"—an addiction to lactation—and how to avoid it.

As I read, I jotted down a shopping list for the next market:

• Heat-Bloom Oil: To stimulate the dilation of nipple pores.

• Jasilan Tea: A relaxing blend that triggers a "let-down" reflex by unblocking inhibitions.

• Keelaian Golden-Fen: A "Galactagogue" that boosts production by tricking the body into releasing pregnancy hormones.

• Azure Mallow Root: Another booster that fluidifies the milk, allowing the glands to draw more water.

• Blessed Thistle: An herb that helps convert ingested food into milk more efficiently.

• Siren’s Kelp: A risky metabolic accelerator for massive pushes. To be taken in very small doses.

Oddly—I don’t know if it was the subject matter or just my body—I felt myself getting aroused while reading, and a sudden rush of milk interrupted me. I immediately put the book's advice to the test, trying a specific extraction technique: a progressive massage starting from the base of the breast and working slowly toward the nipple.

Then I strapped on my harness. The flow was notably higher. I filled the equivalent of five bottles into my barrel in just under thirty minutes! I am amazed at the efficiency of the massage; maybe my nipples have adapted too, but I’ve cut my session time in half. I wonder what will happen when I start taking the supplements.

I continued reading after the session and managed to trigger two more let-downs before bed.

Current Stock: 15 LitersCurrent Money: 26 Cinders, 1 Auryl (Total value: 126 Lumas)

Day 14Cup Size: M

Last night, I struggled to fall asleep. I lay there in the dark, struck by a sudden realization of how quickly I’ve thrown myself into this whole lactation and milk production madness without a second thought. How fast I accepted it. Do I already have the "White Fever" the book warned about? Is this acceptance just a trap, a way to fail Keelai's trial? But looking at it rationally, I have no choice but to deal with it, so I might as well embrace the facts. I distracted myself by planning a budget for the ingredients I need to buy, and finally drifted off.

The night passed in a blur, but I was rudely awakened by my own milk spraying onto my face. My breasts were more swollen than ever, the veins beneath the skin turgescent and throbbing. My nipples were bordering on painful, but the exquisite sensation of the lactation itself dulled the ache of the pressure.

I scrambled out of bed to avoid wasting a drop and started my drainage routine, applying the "Magic Massage" technique from the book followed by the harness. My breasts expelled the milk faster than ever before, the jets firing from my nipples thick and powerful. The physical sensation was overwhelming; the orgasm it triggered was far more intense than anything I’ve experienced in previous sessions.

Twenty minutes later, I was leaning over my barrel, breathless. The level gauge indicated 16 units (which seem to be almost identical to liters). I estimate I expelled the equivalent of six bottles in a single go—a new record. In less than 20 hours, I have produced sixteen liters of milk. And my barrel only holds 50. I’m starting to doubt if one barrel will be enough... especially since I noticed I have definitely gained another cup size since the last measurement.

Since dawn was barely breaking, I decided to go back to sleep. I woke up naturally with the sun an hour or two later. I could feel my breasts already refilling. Instead of draining immediately, I challenged myself to do my gym routine first, followed by a shower.

By the time I was done, my breasts were heavy and showing signs of saturation. I inspected the blue network of veins rising under the skin from the pressure. I feel like I’m becoming a mutant. These two massive companions are changing my body and my life. I sat down and caressed them, trying to trigger a let-down mentally rather than forcing a mechanical drain. I teased my nipples—a delicious sensation that seems to be permanent now. I watched them swell into erection, lengthening and hardening.

And then, the warning gurgle echoed from my chest. My breasts surged, swelling in a sudden spasm, and the milk sprayed. I let out a cry of surprise mixed with pleasure. I performed the magic massage twice before strapping on the harness. I extracted another 6 liters into the barrel.

Starving, I went up to the deck and bribed the cook 10 Cinders for a double ration at lunch. While waiting for the food, the Captain joined me. She noticed my evolution immediately—my breasts have easily doubled in volume since we left port—and she was curious about my "Milkmage" talents. She asked about the properties of my milk. I was honest and told her I had no idea; my hybrid blood makes it unpredictable. She asked for a taste. I went back to my cabin, filled a bottle, and brought it to her.

She took a few swigs and found it tasty. Then came the unexpected effect: her breasts suddenly grew a full cup size. She looked down in shock as her chest spilled over the top of her tunic, buttons popping under the sudden tension. She looked at me with wide eyes, telling me she had never seen or drunk milk like this. usually, mana expelled as milk loses its magical essence during the conversion to matter. Mine apparently does not.

She asked how much I was selling it for. When I said "six Cinders," she burst out laughing. She told me that for milk of this potency, I could charge a fortune—provided I offer a sample to prove the effects first. She immediately ordered four bottles and handed me 2 Auryls. I made the round trip to my cabin to deliver her order.

Back in my cabin, I thought about the effect. I checked the book again, but no species listed matches these properties. My theory is that my milk contains raw, undiluted mana. It’s the only explanation. Since I can’t use the mana Keelai is pumping into me, it’s going straight into the milk. I don't fully understand the mechanics, but I understand the economics: this is excellent news. I’m going to make a lot of money.

I devoured my double lunch and took a nap. As expected, I woke up with breasts rock-hard and ready to drain. Drops were already streaming from my erect nipples, begging to be kneaded. I got to work immediately, massaging and draining while touching myself. I extracted 6.5 liters.

Afterwards, I took a shower and noticed something else: the lips of my vulva are extremely swollen today. Maybe it’s just the aftereffect of twenty minutes of masturbation, but they look... puffier than usual.

I spent the rest of the afternoon reading The Synergies of the Goddesses. It’s fascinating to learn that the deities of this world are real, tangible beings. I managed two more drainage sessions—one mid-afternoon and one before bed.

Current Money: 316 Lumas (3 Auryls, 16 Cinders)Current Stock: 36.5 Liters

Day 15Cup Size: MStopover: Dilphea

I woke up in the dead of night, my breasts full to bursting and spraying powerfully. It seems they now reach "capacity" in about three hours, which means my sleep is now broken by mandatory wake-up calls. I performed a drainage session half-asleep, then went back to bed. Stock: 43L.

A few hours later, I woke up with the sun, breasts swollen and spraying again. I drained them once more. By the time I finished, my first barrel was filled to the brim. I started filling the sixteen loose bottles I had in anticipation of the stopover, which was scheduled for late morning. After my gym routine and shower, I decided to mentally stimulate a let-down to top off my supply. (Total Stock: 57L). I am now producing about seven liters per session.

When the ship docked, I hired two slaves to help transport this massive haul. Once at the milk market, instead of looking for individual buyers, I decided to be bold. I set up a spot and started an auction for my "Magic Milk."

I found some volunteers to taste-test, and the reaction was immediate. People started queuing up. Since I didn't have enough bottles, I sold it by weight, asking buyers to fill their own containers. It was a frenzy. In thirty minutes, I sold out my entire stock, netting a staggering profit of 32 Auryls.

I sent one slave back to the ship with the empty barrel and kept the other to help with my shopping. I found everything on my list:

• Jasilan Tea (relaxant).

• Ingredients for the Heat-Bloom Balm.

• Keelaian Golden-Fen (the hormone booster).

• A second 50L preservation barrel.

• Dried meat and fruit (my appetite has skyrocketed due to the production and exercise).

Back at the ship, the Captain flagged me down. She was beaming. She told me she enjoyed the milk immensely, but her mages enjoyed it even more—their boosted mana had apparently sped up our journey significantly. We struck a deal: I will provide 3 liters per day until we arrive, in exchange for a double ration at lunch and an extra meal at dinner. Since I was sold out, I asked her to wait a few hours for her first batch. She returned my five empty bottles, and I hauled my new gear to the cabin.

I rinsed the old barrel and immediately set about brewing my "Magic Potion"—a blend of Jasilan Tea and Golden-Fen. While sipping the tea, I mixed the Heat-Bloom Balm according to the book’s instructions.

Lunch was served just as I finished. I devoured it, but before I could settle, the deep, churning gurgles in my chest announced imminent lactation. I positioned myself over the two barrels—one for each breast—and started the routine: double massage, then harness.

I filled three bottles quickly and took them to the Captain on the deck. We chatted for a while, and she dropped a bombshell: Gael managed to escape in Konpei with two other slaves. Apparently, Konpei is a free city where men are not enslaved. The temptation is huge, and despite the domination collars, some find a way to slip the leash. I felt a wave of relief knowing he made it.

The Desean Wind-Mage, who was on break, even came over to congratulate me on the milk, saying she would order whole barrels if she could afford it.

Suddenly, my breasts gave a violent gurgle. I rushed back to my cabin. The potion was kicking in hard. My body temperature spiked; I was burning up. I stripped naked, sweating profusely. I hastily applied the Heat-Bloom Balm to my nipples. The reaction was explosive—the heat from the balm triggered an immediate, high-pressure release.

The pleasure was unlike anything I’ve felt before. I climaxed multiple times just from the flow as milk hammered into the barrels. After nearly forty minutes, I finally ran dry. I straightened up, gasping, and checked the levels. I was stunned. I had just produced over five liters per breast.

I had used a very conservative dose of the herbs in my tea, but apparently, my body is hyper-responsive. I decided not to drink any more today to gauge how long the effects last.

I also noticed a distinct discomfort between my legs. My vulva is extremely swollen and sensitive, almost puffy. The immediate desire faded after an hour of intense milking, but the moment I touch myself, the pleasure spikes again. I decided to save it for later; I suspect another session will hit before nightfall.

I showered and resumed reading The Synergies of the Goddesses. I realized that if I find the right position, my massive breasts can now support the book like a shelf. I feel ridiculous doing it, but it’s practical.

An hour later, the gurgling returned. I set the book aside, applied the balm, and bent over the barrels. The swelling between my legs makes closing my thighs uncomfortable. The production was slightly lower this time but still impressive: over four liters per breast. (Total: 22L).

Just as I got dressed, a knock came: dinner. It wasn't much—fish soup, bread, a biscuit—but it was better than going hungry. I read until sleep overtook me. Realizing my breasts had already swollen significantly, I did one last drain before bed, pulling three liters per side.

Current Money: 3248 Lumas (32 Auryls, 48 Cinders)Current Stock: 28 Liters

Day 16Cup Size: N

I woke up twice in the middle of the night, startled by drops of my own warm milk splashing onto my face. Both times, I felt intensely aroused, as if waking from a wet dream, yet I had to force myself, half-asleep, to drain the pressure. I pulled about four liters per breast each time (Total: 44L).

When I woke up for the last time, I didn't feel rested at all. My mind immediately went to problem-solving: I need a way to drain myself while I sleep. I started designing a system of tubing attached to a modified harness. Unfortunately, I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to buy the tubes, as there is no stopover today; we are at open sea.

I prepared my tea in anticipation of the late-morning session, applied the Heat-Bloom balm, and began to drain. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep, but I am in a foul mood today. I feel like a literal dairy cow. Yet, as the flow started, the chemical pleasure mixed with my grumpiness to create a strange internal duality—two opposing forces fighting for control of my nervous system. I pulled another four liters from each side, and my barrels are already half full.

I realized with a jolt that I’m going to have an overflow problem before we hit the next port. I’ll have to sell or dump it on the ship today. On the bright side, even if I have to throw it away, the value of what remains has skyrocketed, so it’s not a total loss.

I grabbed my measuring tape. Confirmed: Cup Size N. My mood worsened.

I started my gym routine. With every squat, every movement of my thighs, I could feel the lips of my vulva rubbing against each other. My pussy seems permanently swollen now; it’s no longer a temporary side effect of arousal. It’s worrying. Is it a disease? Panic set in, and I tried to inspect myself—difficult to do with these massive breasts blocking my view—but I saw no sign of infection. Just... growth. I suppose I’ll have to get used to the friction.

I showered, filled three bottles, and headed to the upper deck. The Captain was there, busier than usual as we navigated rough waters in a strait. I handed her the daily quota and told her there would be a surplus available this afternoon, as my production has spiked.

Feeling the second wave of the day building, I went back down to prepare my ritual. The gurgling sound from my chest was so loud it echoed in the small cabin. I knew this session was going to be intense.

I applied the balm and started the massage. The milk erupted in thick, powerful jets, while the internal gurgling continued unabated. For fifteen minutes, it felt like I wasn't emptying anything—as if I was channeling an infinite stream of pure creation. Maybe I shouldn't have taken the tea today... As I drained, I climaxed through my breasts—nipple orgasms so frequent I lost count, my mind completely fogged by the pleasure.

After about forty-five minutes, the lactation finally slowed. I broke another record: six liters per breast. (Total: 62L).

I spent some time modifying my harness; it was becoming too small to contain me. I widened the straps and sewed on extensions to cover each nipple, creating a mounting point for the tubes I hope to buy tomorrow.

Lunch was served. I actually used my breasts as a table tray for my plate. As I finished the last bite, the gurgling started again. I extracted another 12 liters. (Total: 74L).

I transferred the milk to consolidate one full barrel, then paid a slave to help me haul it up to the deck. I made my announcement: Free Milk.

Every female sailor on the ship came to get a drink. It was a carnival of instant growth—tunics ripping, buttons popping, and a surge of renewed energy sweeping through the crew. The two ship mages drank repeatedly, challenging each other to push the ship faster than ever. The Captain watched, first with shock, then with a permanent smirk of delight. She told me that at this speed, we’ll reach Seraphos tomorrow morning instead of the afternoon.

I returned to my cabin with the remaining stock (about 26L in the second barrel).

Back in the privacy of my room, I rebalanced the barrels and started another session. My breasts were full again. I extracted ten liters; it seems the tea’s effects taper off after about four hours. (Total: 60L).

I sat on my bunk, staring blankly into space. I looked down at my massive, veiny breasts, my overdeveloped nipples pulsing with my heartbeat, and my crotch—still swollen and dripping with the secretions of my earlier pleasure. My hand moved mechanically to my pussy. My mind wandered, and I drifted into a half-sleep.

I woke up thirty minutes later, my hand still between my legs. I was still wet, and I could feel the flesh throbbing under my fingers, begging for attention. Without really thinking, I started masturbating, playing with my puffy labia and my enlarged clitoris.

That was the trigger. My breasts surged, swelling instantly. Milk began to spray. I leaned forward over the barrels, propping myself up on one arm while the other hand kept working between my legs. I didn't even bother to massage or assist the flow. It took longer this way, but after an hour of passive dripping and active rubbing, I extracted a little over ten liters. (Total: 71L).

I washed up, then lay back to read. I did one final pre-sleep drain of eight liters and turned in. (Total: 79L).

Current Money: 3248 LumasCurrent Stock: 79 Liters

Day 17Cup Size: OStopover: Seraphos

I woke up in the middle of the night under a deluge. My mattress was absolutely soaked, and the floor was covered in puddles of milk. My nipples seem to have thickened again, dilated wide enough to allow actual jets to pass through freely. My pussy was drenched as if I had just climaxed, and before I could even understand what was happening, I orgasmed again without even touching myself. What a strange, terrifying experience.

My breasts were absolutely colossal and rock-hard. I struggled to sit up and position myself over the barrels. I don’t know what is happening to me; my body feels like it is overheating, and the flow just wouldn't stop. For twenty minutes, my chest gurgled loudly, as if I were in overdrive. I spent an hour draining myself over the barrels, cumming repeatedly from my breasts and vagina. When the storm finally calmed, I calculated the yield and stared in disbelief: eight liters per breast (Stock: 97L).

My barrels are nearly full. How is this possible? Did I load the tea too strong? Was it the Keelaian Golden-Fen? Or is it a cumulative effect? Regardless, I have grown another cup size, so I had better stop using that ingredient immediately. I flipped my mattress over and went back to sleep.

The docking at Seraphos woke me up. I rose to find my breasts full again, teetering on the edge of explosion. I hurriedly filled the few empty bottles I had left just to make some headspace in the barrels, then drained myself in a rush. I jumped into the shower for a quick wash.

On the deck, I crossed paths with the Captain. She reassured me that thanks to the speed we’ve gained, the ship can stay docked longer; I have a few hours. I gave her the daily three bottles and took my leave.

I hired two slaves to carry my barrels to the port market. Walking that distance with my swollen pussy rubbing between my thighs was a test of pure concentration.

Once at the market, I skipped the small talk. The moment I started the public demonstration, a frenzy began. People were shoving each other to buy my "Magic Milk," and the bidding prices climbed. One wealthy client eventually offered to buy the entire remaining stock, ending the sale instantly. My net gain was over 7,500 Lumas (a mix of Cinders, Auryls, and Prisms). To my eyes, it is a veritable fortune; I still haven't fully grasped the value of money in this world.

The slaves took the empty barrels back to the ship while I wandered the market. I bought some nice panties and skirts, but I didn't bother with tops—with my constant growth, nothing fits for long. Instead, I bought a large, ample poncho. I found a hardware store and bought flexible tubing and some fittings. At an apothecary, I restocked on Blessed Thistle and Azure Mallow Root. I also bought Red Carun Powder (which stops lactation in emergencies—you never know) and, swallowing my shame, asked the apothecary for something to help with my swollen vulva. She sold me an "Ice Balm" made from Oruk herbs.

Walking back to the ship, the friction made me drip between my legs again, and my breasts were already heavy and gurgling. I arrived at my cabin flushed red. I stripped and started the ritual. While masturbating frantically, I extracted 12 liters. Regaining my senses, I applied the Ice Balm to my swollen pussy. I almost fell back into a pleasure cycle, but I resisted. I counted my money: 10,160 Lumas. (Since Cinders are like cents, this is a massive amount). Then the realization hit me: I am producing my own body weight in milk every single day. Maybe more.

After the shock wore off, I set about building Harness V2.0 with the tubing system. Once finished, I went up to the deck for some air. The Ice Balm is semi-effective; the swelling hasn't gone down, but the sensitivity is numbed, making the friction less distracting.

The Aquelis mage joined me. She thanked me for yesterday's boost and gave me a tip: I need to learn to "Refine" my mana to prevent my breasts from swelling too much. It reminded me that I completely ignored a chapter in the book about this. Refinement would allow me to "compress" the volume of mana I contain, reducing the physical size of the vessel without altering the production output. I felt so stupid—how could I have skipped such a crucial chapter?

As I read the lines, I felt the milk rising and had to interrupt my reading. I strapped on Harness V2.0, inserting my nipples into the new tubes. I performed the stimulation massage to trigger the let-down, and the milk sprayed. It is incredibly practical; the milk flows on its own through the tubes into the barrels. I only have to tighten the straps periodically to compress the breasts.

I tried to read while flowing. It is difficult to concentrate with the fog of pleasure clouding my mind, but I took it as a challenge. I finished the chapter on training in forty minutes. When I ran dry, I removed the harness and counted 12 Liters (Total: 24L). It took longer since I wasn't actively milking, but the quantity was the same.

Satisfied, I brewed a new tea: Jasilan + Azure Mallow + Blessed Thistle. According to the book, this should fluidify the milk (easier flow) and increase production from food. Speaking of food, lunch arrived. I devoured it, then took a nap wearing the harness, just in case.

Good thing I did. I woke up with milk already flowing. My pussy, however, was screaming for attention. My hand went straight to it. Focused on my pleasure, I lost track of time, chaining breast orgasms with vaginal ones. When I became lucid again, the flow was tapering off. Volume extracted: 14 Liters (Total: 38L).

I settled comfortably on the bunk and started the Refinement Exercise. It resembles meditation—breathing, visualization, mindfulness. The book recommends at least an hour daily. Gains are visible after a month. Since I have time, I’m going to fill every spare moment with this to limit the growth, because they are getting truly monstrous.

It was hard at first to keep my mind calm. My attention drifted, but slowly, I managed to focus. I lost track of time—maybe an hour or two passed—until the gurgling snapped me out of it. As my brain reconnected to my body, a wave of pleasure from my squirting nipples washed over me. I shuddered with a mini breast-orgasm. Another new sensation discovered. So strange.

I performed the massage and strapped the harness back on. I decided to continue meditating, but this time visualizing the production itself—the breasts emptying, the waves of pleasure pulsing. I can feel the tea working; the milk is definitely more fluid.

An hour of meditation revealed new sensations. Focusing on my nipples, I could almost feel the mana transforming into milk inside me. Small orgasms seized me repeatedly. Finally, I couldn't take it; my burning pussy demanded release, and I masturbated frantically. After a final orgasm that left me pinned to the bed, I checked the barrels. Almost 16 Liters. (Total: 54L).

I don’t know which element of the combo (Tea ingredients vs. Meditation) is doing the heavy lifting, but the results are undeniable. I just hope this doesn't accelerate the growth. I resumed the refinement training until dinner.

After eating, I went back to training tirelessly until the next let-down interrupted me. Massage, Harness, Lactation-Meditation. After an hour of delicious sensations, I ran dry. 15 Liters (Total: 69L).

Exhausted, I went to bed with the harness still attached. It has been a long day. I just hope the tubes work while I sleep so I don't wake up drowning again.

Current Money: 10,160 LumasCurrent Stock: 69 Liters

Day 18Cup Size: PStopover: Nassanth

The night was restless, not because of interruptions, but because of dreams—intense, incredibly erotic dreams. The pleasure I must have felt translated physically, because when I woke up this morning, the mattress was soaked between my thighs. I am convinced I actually ejaculated in my sleep.

I rose with breasts fully engorged and lactating. I performed my usual massage and drained them actively. In half an hour, I was empty. I stripped off the harness and rushed to the barrels to measure the night and morning gains: 28 Liters! (Stock: 97L). My barrels are nearly full.

And, of course, my breasts have grown again. I’ve gained another cup size. Annoyed, I reasoned that there must be a sort of "inertia" or lag effect from the Keelaian Golden Fen I took previously, and the refinement meditation won't show results for a while, even if I spend 5 hours a day on it. Only then might the size be controlled, or perhaps even reduced.

There is also the option of the "Limiter". The book mentions them, though I haven't tried one. Apparently, they are quite expensive. I’ll look for them in Nassanth today. It’s the largest city on the southern coast; I should be able to find anything I want there.

I spread the Ice Balm over my swollen pussy, resisting the temptation to go further. I brewed my tea to stimulate the day’s lactation (same recipe as yesterday) and started my daily gym routine. It is becoming genuinely difficult; my breasts have grown so much in the last few days and are becoming incredibly heavy. My physical frame is struggling to adapt, but I have no choice. I have to accept it and adjust.

After washing up, I went up to the deck with the daily 3 liters for the Captain. Docking is scheduled for late morning and will last several hours. I asked her if she had a spare barrel for my surplus milk, which she provided with pleasure. We chatted a bit; she mentioned that after tomorrow, the journey to the next city will be long as the ship has to skip a port due to a political situation. We agreed that my surplus milk would help speed up the voyage.

I returned to my cabin with the extra barrel. It holds about 80 liters. I’m almost sure I won't fill it this morning, but I challenged myself to fill it as much as possible. Just the thought triggered the warning gurgles of lactation.

I positioned myself comfortably on my bunk, massaged my breasts to stimulate flow, applied the Heat-Bloom balm, and then strapped on the harness. The milk sprayed with power. My breasts continued to gurgle as if the mana was converting to milk faster than it could exit. I tried to use the visualization technique to stimulate flow while actively assisting by massaging and pressing my breasts at different points.

After half an hour, just as my breasts were nearing empty, I started masturbating to reward myself.

Suddenly, a deafening gurgle erupted from my chest. My breasts swelled and swelled, stretching tight in seconds, veins throbbing, full of milk and ready to spray all over again. Stunned and fogged by lust, I didn't understand what was happening at first, but the tight harness started to hurt, and I had to loosen the straps to make room for my newly refilled chest. I went back to fingering my swollen, sensitive pussy, chaining orgasms until I squirted, soaking the mattress again.

Half an hour later, the desire faded and the flow tapered off. Exhausted, I stayed on my bunk and fell asleep.

The bells of Nassanth’s port woke me up, followed by the lurch of the ship docking. Still wearing the harness, I took the opportunity to drain whatever I produced during my nap to be completely empty. I removed the harness and checked the spare barrel: filled between a third and a half (38 Liters).

I am going to make a fortune. Enough that I decided to leave my current money hidden in the cabin before going out.

As usual, I headed to the port market with my product. This time I hired a slave and a cart. I couldn't get a second one as they were all busy offloading cargo. No matter. I set up at the market and started my spiel. Interested parties gathered quickly. After a few demonstrations, a mob formed. I sold out my stock in minutes, the end turning into a bidding war for the final liters. I received a few warnings about the attention my stall—and my cash—was attracting. Earnings: 11,305 Lumas.

I decided to rush back to the ship to stash the money and the empty barrels before heading back into town. I asked for directions to a "Limiter" seller and was pointed toward the Jewelers' District.

My breasts were starting to feel heavy, and I estimated I had an hour before the next lactation cycle. The street wasn't far. Jewelers and Alchemists lined the road. I entered several shops. Limiters come in various forms: necklaces, bracelets, rings, piercings... all share the use of "Mana Catalyst" stones.

The prices are astronomical. I realized I still don't have enough; the cheapest Limiters cost around 50,000 Lumas. I tried one on to test it. It worked instantly—my breasts shrank, their weight vanished, giving me a feeling of lightness and mobility I had almost forgotten. When I took it off, my breasts expanded back to their "normal" size, accompanied by a near-orgasmic sensation similar to the pleasure of lactation.

Dejected at not having the means, I headed back to the ship, breasts heavy and gurgling. I won't be getting my limiter today. I felt milk leaking down my nipples and under my breasts. I started to run, rushing toward the ship. Running was a mistake; the bouncing and shocks only accelerated the lactation. I switched to a power-walk, holding my breasts with my hands covering my nipples, desperately trying to stem the leak.

I arrived in my cabin panting and found my barrels. I leaned over, applied the Heat-Bloom balm, did the massage, and strapped on the harness. I extracted 17 Liters. I felt much lighter.

Since the ship was still docked, I decided to go back to the market alone with this small surplus. I sold it for 1,445 Lumas. It went fast, and I was back on the ship fifteen minutes later.

I started a meditation session, then felt the ship departing. It was already afternoon, and my stomach was growling. Cargo loading had delayed lunch, but it arrived soon after. Once at sea, I devoured the meal and drank a massive amount of water. The "food coma" hit, and I fell asleep.

I woke up an hour later to the inevitable sound of gurgling. My breasts were full to bursting, drops streaming down the sides and spraying the area. I sat up and started the drainage routine: Massage, Harness, Visualization (Yield: 17L).

I finished with masturbation, but this time there was no surprise milk surge; I assume the tea wore off. I decided to brew a fresh batch, then followed up with a Refinement Training session. I’m getting used to quieting my mind, finding the calm quickly. I lost track of time and almost fell asleep.

Then, suddenly, I felt the milk rise. The effects of the fresh tea hit like a tidal wave. I felt my breasts tense up like never before, but I was prepared. The gurgling lasted half an hour, followed by another half-hour to drain completely. I measured 19 Liters extracted this session—two liters more than the last one! (Total: 36L).

It is late, but because of my late nap, I decided to stay up. I did another hour of Refinement Training, then continued reading the Goddess book. Eventually, my breasts were full again. I started the final drainage session of the day, extracting about 18 Liters (Total: 54L), then went to bed keeping the harness on.

Current Money: 22,910 LumasCurrent Stock: 54 Liters

Day 19Cup Size: QStopover: Reamis

I woke up this morning hot as a cat in heat, immediately overwhelmed by a breast orgasm that triggered a vaginal climax so intense I squirted uncontrollably. It was as if all the sensations generated by my lactation during the night had been buffered, only to be activated the moment I opened my eyes. My breasts, swollen to the limit, were lactating powerfully.

Throat dry, I downed my water bottle while recovering from the super-orgasm. Then I calculated the nocturnal production: 26 Liters. (Total: 80L).

I was stunned. I hadn't even drained myself yet, and I was almost certain I would fill the barrels to the brim... and I was right. After a massive drainage session interspersed with several stimulating massages, my barrels overflowed. I had to place the tubes into the spare large barrel. My breasts finally ran dry shortly after. Morning Yield: 21 Liters (Total: 101L).

I link these figures to the tea I drank shortly before bed; my lactation remained active and fluid, producing constantly throughout the night, keeping my breasts at maximum capacity until this morning. Unsurprisingly, I measured myself and confirmed I have grown another cup size.

I applied the Ice Balm to my ultra-swollen pussy, which was still dripping with pleasure. Resisting the temptation to masturbate while applying the balm has never been harder, but I managed it. Then I started my gym routine.

But as I did my sets of squats, the friction of my swollen labia rubbing together suddenly took over. I climaxed instantly, squirting onto the cabin floor. Breathless, my mind suddenly fogged, I reached a trembling hand down and fingered myself, then masturbated properly. I came a second time, then a third. Suddenly, my breasts tensed, swelled, and gurgled loudly: all this excitement had triggered a massive let-down.

Milk sprayed from my nipples. I scrambled to put on my harness so I wouldn't lose a drop, then actively drained my breasts while continuing to masturbate. I lost track of time. When it seemed over, I found I had extracted 19 Liters. (Total: 120L).

I caught my breath and tried to resume my gym workout, avoiding movements that were too stimulating. After showering, I went up to the deck with the daily milk delivery for the Captain. She assured me we would dock in the early afternoon, after which the long, five-day journey to Aureldor would begin.

I decided to skip the tea for now; I’m producing enough naturally to fill my barrels by the second day of the trip. I negotiated the help of three slaves for the upcoming stopover, then went back down to my cabin.

I still had sixty liters of free space to fill before the stopover in three hours. I settled in and tried to provoke another surge. I applied the Heat-Bloom balm to my nipples to get things started, then—recklessly—to my swollen pussy.

The effects on my vulva were immediate. I masturbated and came in barely a minute, then continued until I climaxed again and again, forcing a milk surge. It didn't take long. I drained myself, washed over by intense pleasure, extracting 19 Liters. (Total: 137L).

Lunch was served. I devoured it with appetite, then started a Refinement Training session. The stopover was approaching, so I interrupted the meditation to trigger a new let-down, but this time differently: I stayed in the meditative state, visualizing my breasts filling, growing, and the milk jetting out, all while performing the stimulating massage.

I felt them getting heavier progressively, rapidly. In five minutes, they were full to bursting, and the milk sprayed. I strapped on the harness, and instead of actively pumping, I tightened the straps slightly and continued my visualization to see if I could produce more through will alone. This lasted for about an hour until the sounds of Reamis port interrupted me. I finished by draining actively and measured 21 Liters. A record, considering I had no active tea effects. I wonder what it would be with the tea—probably two or three liters more.

I went out on deck and found the Captain to discuss my plan. We agreed that she would provide me with empty enchanted casks in exchange for a daily donation of 10 Liters instead of three. This arrangement will facilitate the voyage, allowing the crew to operate at maximum magical capacity for the days ahead.

I was reassured. I was already counting the Lumas in my head, and I felt a tingle of pleasure in my nipples, as if my breasts had a will of their own and agreed with the plan.

I disembarked with my porters and my production. As usual, I found a spot in the port market. Here, the crowd is overwhelmingly Sarin, who are my best customers. Reamis appears to be a very wealthy and developed city, so I decided to start with a high base price: 2 Auryls per liter instead of half an one. People were a bit outraged at the price initially, but the demonstrations and samples convinced them. I sold out in an hour, with the last liters going to auction and driving the price up wildly.

Total Profit: 39,500 Lumas.

Extremely happy with these massive gains, I realized I might actually be able to afford a Limiter if I could find one before the ship departed. I dismissed the slaves and decided to go on a quest for a jeweler without even returning to the ship to grab my stash; I figured with negotiation, I might make it work.

I scoured the port district and finally found a jeweler selling Limiters. The prices were high; the cheapest ones started at 60,000 Lumas. The negotiation was tough. I asked for the simplest necklace possible with a catalyst stone. The jeweler wouldn't go below 50k.

I offered my Magic Milk to bridge the gap. After asking for a bowl and extracting a bit from my right breast, she witnessed the effects and accepted the deal. I settled comfortably in her shop, placed a large container under each breast, performed my stimulating massage, and used my visualization technique to drain. I extracted about 10 Liters in twenty minutes.

I left, happy, with my Limiter around my neck. It reduces the volume of my breasts by about 20%. It’s not huge—the Limiter is mediocre quality—but it’s still 5kg less to carry, bringing me back down to roughly an L or M cup (which is still enormous).

Back at the ship, they were waiting for me. I apologized for the delay, and we weighed anchor. I stayed on the upper deck, chatting with the Captain and the Desean Wind-Mage as we watched the coast recede. The winds for Aureldor seem unfavorable; the trip risks being longer than expected. Not wanting the voyage to drag on, and feeling useful for once, I took this as a challenge and promised magic milk in quantity.

I went straight to my cabin and brewed a strong tea (without the Golden-Fen). I started a Refinement Training session. An hour or so passed until I heard the typical growl of full breasts. I switched to a Visualization-Massage drainage session. Another hour passed, and my production hit 21 Liters (Total: 21L), all while keeping the Limiter on and without masturbating.

Just as I finished, dinner was served. I decided to relax and read my book while waiting for the tea's effects to manifest, which wouldn't take long.

Then the effects hit. My breasts filled and rumbled. I started my drainage session based on Visualization, Massage, and Masturbation. I cycled through this several times. When I finally felt dry, I counted a production of 26 Liters! (Total: 49L).

I can feel my swollen pussy pulsing, still hungry for stimulation. I decided to ignore the sensation, washed up, and went to bed.

Current Money: 22,910 LumasCurrent Stock: 49 Liters

Day 20Cup Size: Q

I woke up in the dead of night, sweating and paralyzed by pleasure. My breasts, swollen to the limit, were lactating powerfully. Like yesterday, it was as if all the sensation had been buffered while I slept, only to be released in a single "Super-Orgasm" the moment I woke up. I began to drain myself actively, my hand finding my way to my super-swollen pussy, which was pulsing in time with my heartbeat.

After a solid half-hour, finally dry, I checked the barrels: 37 Liters produced since the last drain (Stock: 86L). Afraid the barrels would overflow at the next waking, I transferred the contents into the large spare tun, then went back to bed.

My morning alarm was gentler, but my consciousness was greeted once again by a debilitating super-orgasm that left me completely helpless. After masturbating frantically for fifteen minutes, I regained my senses and threw open the porthole; the smell of sex in the cabin was overpowering. I drained myself actively and noted a new production of 35 Liters.

I applied the Ice Balm to my crotch to calm things down. Then, the moment of truth: I took off my Limiter.

My breasts expanded back to their real size, accompanied by the usual trance-like rush of pleasure, but... they stopped. I measured. They haven't grown.

Is it the Refinement Training? Or have the effects of the Keelaian Golden-Fen finally worn off? After five days of constant, terrifying growth, has it finally stabilized? It’s too early to be certain, but the relief is immense.

Satisfied, I brewed my tea. I decided to do my gym routine with the Limiters off—using the full, natural weight of my breasts for added difficulty. I showered, put the Limiter back on, and headed up to the deck with 10 Liters for the Captain.

Today marks the twentieth day of the voyage. Since leaving Lanagos, my breasts have more than tripled in size, and my production has gone from one liter per session to nearly twenty.

When I arrived on deck, the air was dead calm. The ship was moving solely thanks to the Water Mage, who looked exhausted and nearly tapped out of mana. The Captain welcomed me with enthusiasm and put the milk to immediate use. The two mages drank a heavy draft. The effect was instantaneous: their breasts expanded visibly as they filled with raw magic. The Desean Wind-Mage let out a few uncontained moans of pleasure.

They thanked me and got to work. The wind suddenly kicked up, snapping the sails taut, while a magical surge pushed the ship from behind. The Captain thanked me, promising that the first enchanted barrel would be delivered within the hour.

Back in my cabin, I started a Refinement session. Then came the drainage hour. I modified my meditation for "Passive Lactation." I forced myself to resist the temptation to touch my pussy. I strapped on the harness and performed the stimulating massage periodically. I extracted 24 Liters (Total: 146L).

Lunch was served shortly after. Sated, I fell asleep on my bunk.

I was woken by the gurgling of my breasts. I prepared for another drainage session. Again, I had to fight the demand for attention coming from my burning crotch. I do not want to catch the "White Fever" mentioned in the Milk Magic book; the text explicitly advises not to succumb to every single temptation, lest the addiction become permanent. I extracted 26 Liters.

My spare barrel is nearly full. With impeccable timing, the crew delivered the 80L Enchanted Cask promised by the Captain. I asked them to take my full barrels and the spare tun to storage to be enchanted.

I settled back onto my bunk and started another Refinement Training session. I am still amazed that I don't succumb to boredom; the time passes incredibly fast in that state. My gurgling breasts pulled me out of the trance. After the final drainage session, I extracted another 26 Liters. I decided to drink a little tea before bed.

Current Money: 22,910 LumasCurrent Stock: 200 Liters

Day 21Cup Size: Q

I woke up screaming in pleasure, submerged by a super-orgasm that lasted a full minute. It was so intense I nearly fainted. Breathless, vision blurred, mind completely fogged, I struggled to sit up. My breasts were on the verge of explosion.

Then reality hit: the barrel was overflowing.

Panic set in. I scrambled to assess the loss and realized with horror that I had no more empty barrels. The only container left was the copper washbasin from the bathroom. I dragged myself over to retrieve it, my heavy breasts aching with a mix of pain and pleasure. I shoved the tubes into the basin and started masturbating immediately—my pussy was screaming for attention, itching like a rash that desperately needed scratching.

After a series of chain-orgasms, I regained enough focus to attend to the drainage. I filled the basin until it overflowed too. My breasts were still lactating, so I had no choice but to finish over the shower drain. Thankfully, the losses were minimal.

I looked back at the full barrel and did the math: I had produced 54 Liters passively during my sleep. Adding the basin (about 20L), the hypothetical total for the night was 74 Liters. (Total Stock: 274L).

I need a new barrel immediately. Maybe two.

After drinking my tea, performing my gym routine, and showering, I went up to the deck carrying the full washbasin. I presented it to the Captain as an "extra gift" and brought up our agreement. I asked how many barrels she had available, explaining that my production was exceeding all forecasts.

She told me the extra milk was welcome; the winds were still dead, and worse, the ocean currents were drifting the ship off-course to the south. I promised to provide as much milk as necessary and offered to leave her any left over milk at the end of the trip as a thank-you, provided I got my enchanted casks.

We went down to the hold together to review the stock. I ordered six barrels, two of them needed immediately in my cabin.

Satisfied, I watched as one of the Runewrights cast the stasis spells on the casks. The empty ones were stored with my full barrels in the cargo hold, while two were hauled to my cabin. The full barrel currently in my room was sealed and moved to storage.

The two 80L barrels take up an enormous amount of space in my tiny cabin; I can barely move, but it will have to do.

Relieved that the logistics were handled, I started a Refinement session, followed by a drainage session where I extracted 26 Liters (Total: 300L)

I noticed something strange: the statuette of Keelai on my nightstand seemed to be glowing faintly. It seems my actions over the last few days have pleased her. I guess I’m on the right track.

I opened the book on the Goddesses and finally finished it. It provided a lot of context. I understand Keelai a little better now—her laws, her mentality. But frankly, she isn't the deity I would align with if I had a choice. Still, my knowledge of this world is too limited to form an objective opinion.

A while later, I extracted another 26 Liters (Total: 326L). Then lunch was served. I finished with a tea and took a nap, remembering to strap on the harness just in case. I woke up before my breasts were fully engorged, but I felt incredibly aroused. Replaying my erotic dream triggered a violent milk surge. It jetted brutally from my nipples, accompanied by a series of gurgles likely amplified by the tea.

The drainage session lasted a solid hour, interspersed with massages, masturbation, and visualization. I extracted 28 Liters in total—another record broken. (Total: 354L).

I applied the Ice Balm to my swollen pussy and examined it closely in the sunlight filtering through the porthole. I wonder if it will stay like this forever; it has been swollen for days now. The sensation is strange—a constant pressure, as if it is gorged with blood. It is hyper-sensitive; I feel the slightest friction with ten times the intensity as before. I am constantly wet, and masturbation propels me to orgasm in barely a minute.

There is a chapter in the Milk Magic book about the connection between the breasts and the vagina. It theorizes that the constant excitation of the mammary glands is directly linked to the reproductive organs, keeping them in a state of maximum arousal—hence the swelling. It’s only a theory, but it makes sense. Or maybe the Goddess Tansa is secretly experimenting on my body.

I started another Refinement session, followed by a drainage of 26 Liters, then dinner and a tea, and finally a pre-sleep drainage of 16 Liters (Total: 396L).

Before bed, I did a quick calculation and realized I risked finding overflowing barrels again in the morning. I called a slave for help. We consolidated the milk to fill one barrel completely, moved it to storage, and brought a fresh empty one back to the cabin. (Cabin Stock: 42L in the remaining barrel).

I strapped on my harness and went to bed, counting the day's total production: 196 Liters. Over three times my body weight in milk.

Current Money: 22,910 Lumas Current Stock: 396 Liters (stored) + 42 Liters (in cabin) = 438 Liters Total

Day 22Cup Size: R

I woke up early this morning in the throes of a super-orgasm, my pussy pulsing and squirting in great spurts while my breasts gurgled loudly. I masturbated frantically while my fully engorged chest produced milk at full throttle.

Twenty minutes later, I regained my senses and drained myself patiently. Night production + Morning drainage: 78 Liters! (Total Stock: 474L).

One of the barrels was overflowing, while the other was half full. The overflow seemed to have seeped between the floorboards, but the loss wasn't huge—maybe a liter or two. I just hope it didn't cause any damage below deck.

I removed my Limiter. After the delicious sensation of my breasts expanding back to their true size, I measured them. They have grown one cup size, but it took three days this time. That is progress, of a sort.

I brewed a tea and applied the Ice Balm to my crotch. Just as I was starting my daily gym routine, there was a knock at the door. Being naked, I threw on my poncho in a hurry, snapped the Limiter back on, and opened the door to find the Captain.

She asked if I had given milk to the slaves. When I said no, she told me that apparently, some of them had managed to get their hands on a quantity of it, and the effects were... "strange and highly troublesome."

When I asked why, she said seeing it would be more effective than words. She led me to the slave quarters.

Crossing the threshold, a heavy, pungent stench of raw sex and semen filled the air. Some slaves were in their bunks; others were lying on the floor. All of them had raging erections and hypertrophied testicles the size of apples. They were ejaculating over and over again.

The Captain explained that apparently, my milk has this specific effect on men. Since they cannot store mana, it vents immediately through their genitals. The mana manifests as massive, endless ejaculations. Once ingested, a man enters a sort of orgasmic trance for about twenty minutes, ejaculating periodically in varying quantities. And apparently, it is highly addictive, because some of them clearly spent the night drinking it—they were covered in their own filth, their balls swollen to bursting.

I apologized for the effect; I had no idea. She told me that while it is annoying, it’s not critical since the slaves don't perform tasks essential to navigation. They will be severely punished for their lack of discipline, and the cargo hold will be locked and guarded from now on.

We learned that the slave who helped move my barrels last night was the source of this... "cum-fest." The missing quantity wasn't huge, maybe 10 Liter. (Total Stock: 464L).

The whole spectacle, while bizarre, aroused me intensely. My breasts felt heavy and full, and the typical warning gurgles began to sound. I excused myself and rushed back to my cabin.

I settled in, and the moment the latch clicked, my breasts went berserk, aided by the friction of my swollen pussy. Milk shot from my nipples with force and power, splashing the floor and walls. I moved to the barrel that still had space and drained myself actively without the harness—my nipples were itching with pleasure, and I needed to knead them manually.

I was racked by waves of "Teat-onic" orgasms. Once sated with that sensation, I strapped on the harness and performed the stimulating massage. The memory of those slaves—cocks hard, balls swollen, glazed eyes—excited me, and the thought that I had indirectly caused them such intense pleasure excited me even more. Suddenly, I felt my breasts refill and grow heavy with an intense gurgle: a Second Let-down.

Surfing the wave, I visualized the scene of debauchery over and over while my milk sprayed, filling the barrel. When I finally ran dry, the barrel was nearly full. I estimate I produced 38 Liters in this "double" session (Total: 502L).

Since most of the slaves were "indisposed," a Spell-Rigger helped me move the barrels—one to the secure storage, and another up to the top deck for the mages (Total Stock: 425L). The crew thanked me, the Captain gave me a smiling nod, and I returned to my cabin with two fresh enchanted barrels. I can feel the ship moving faster; it seems my milk is being put to good use!

I started reading my third book: History of the Keelaian Empire.

Lunch was served shortly after. Not feeling the need for a nap, I drank a tea and started a Refinement Training session, which lasted until the gurgling of my breasts interrupted me. I drained about 28 Liters (Total: 453L; Cabin Stock: 28/160L).

I spent the afternoon reading. The History of the Keelaian Empire recounts the domination of the Sarin race over the others, their expansionist politics, and cultural hegemony. It covers the various conquests of Andromeda, the revolts, all the way to the Great Lunian War and the eventual fall of the Empire. It is fascinating, and I lost track of time until my breasts demanded attention again.

I drained another 28 Liters (Total: 481L; Cabin Stock: 56/160L).

Dinner was served shortly after. I drained myself one last time before bed, approx 16 Liters.

Current Money: 22,910 Lumas Current Stock: 497 Liters

Day 23Cup Size: RStopover: Aureldor

As has become the norm, I woke up submerged in a super-orgasm, frantically masturbating as the cumulative pleasure from my breasts and vagina overwhelmed me. It was as intense and incredible as ever. Once sated and regaining my senses, I finished my drainage and took stock of my surroundings: The ship is docked. We have arrived in Aureldor!

Once empty, I tallied the night and morning production: 79 Liters! (Total Stock: 576L; Cabin Stock: 151/160L).

I rushed to shower, skipping the gym as I have no time for it right now; the priority is selling my stock. I went up to the deck, where the Captain greeted me and thanked me for the generous donation yesterday. Thanks to my milk, the trip to Aureldor took three and a half days instead of at least five—likely more given the unfavorable winds and currents.

Two slaves accompanied me to the port market, shuttling my entire production: my two cabin barrels and the five casks from storage.

Aureldor is a glorious city, tiered upon massive rocky plateaus that give it an epic, vertical appearance. The city is wealthy and teeming with merchants. I sold my merchandise for gold prices. My earnings amounted to 157,000 Lumas. (Total Wealth: 179,910 Lumas).

The empty barrels and casks were sent back to the ship, but I stayed at the market to browse. I feel safer here than in Nassanth; there are guards everywhere.

I bought a pouch to store my money. I found a "Dimensional Pouch"—an enchanted item that looks like a small handbag but can store up to a cubic meter of volume while negating the weight of the contents. What a strange object, but what a brilliant invention! Anything that fits through the opening can be stored, and you simply have to "will" it to retrieve an object when reaching in. I bought it for 25,000 Lumas. (Total Wealth: 154,910 Lumas).

I also found jewelers selling Limiters, but I decided to hold onto my money for now. With my current Limiter, my breast size is bearable, and I prefer to wait for the results of my training before spending a fortune. Perhaps once we reach Mermesii, I will find a permanent solution to my problems. Just a few more days to wait—Mermesii is the next destination!

Looking back at my despair at the start of this journey, things are actually going quite well, despite this whole "ever-growing breasts" situation I could have done without. But I have to admit, without this magic milk production, I would be completely broke. Weighing the pros and cons, I think it’s better this way. My milk is unique, I’m making money, and thanks to the Limiters and Refinement Training, I still have hope of returning to a "normal" size once I stabilize my situation.

I returned to the ship in high spirits. Back in my cabin, I removed my Limiter and started my gym routine, though I was distracted. My breasts were heavy and full, and I knew lactation wasn't far off. The exercises were grueling, and I felt my back straining under the load. Sweating from the effort, I finished with a set of squats to excite myself, letting the friction of my swollen, burning labia trigger the let-down.

It worked. I snapped the Limiter back on, strapped on the harness, and extracted 28 Liters while masturbating and squirting in great streams (Total: 28L).

Once dry, I showered. I felt the ship leaving the port, and lunch was served shortly after. Ignoring the nap today, I drank my usual tea and decided to do a Refinement Training session, followed by another drainage. 28 Liters more in the barrels (Total: 56L).

I went for a walk on the deck, chatting with the mages and the Captain. The barrel I gave yesterday served them well, though more than half still remains. Delighted to feel useful and appreciated, I went back down to my cabin after an hour of socializing.

And then, sleep overtook me. I decided to nap despite my breasts being quite full, counting on a potential wake-up super-orgasm. I strapped on the harness and lay down.

I woke up an hour later, just like in the morning: struck by a super-orgasm. It was notably less intense, but still incredibly pleasant. I masturbated frantically while my breasts gurgled and jetted liters of milk into the barrels. I counted a drainage of 36 Liters (Total: 92L).

I transferred everything into a large cask which I sent to storage, keeping my two barrels in the cabin.

I continued reading the History of the Keelaian Empire, paused for dinner, then resumed reading until my breasts were ready for the final pre-sleep drainage. I extracted 28 Liters and got ready for bed. (Total: 120L; Cabin Stock: 30L).

Seeing that my barrels risked overflowing during the night if I produced as much as this morning (which is almost certain), I had an empty cask brought in and transferred the contents of my cabin barrels into it. I drank another draft of my special tea and went to sleep.

Current Money: 154,910 LumasCurrent Stock: 120 Liters

Day 24Cup Size: R

I woke up this morning just like the previous ones, submerged in a super-orgasm and aroused like never before. Once the waves settled, I tallied the night and morning production: 80 Liters. (Total Stock: 190L).

I transferred the contents of my barrels into the large cask to top it off, then had it hauled to storage and replaced with an empty one. (Cabin Stock: 30L).

I performed my gym routine without the Limiter, followed by a shower and a Refinement Training session.

Late morning brought another drainage session yielding a fresh batch of 28 Liters. (Total: 218L; Cabin Stock: 58L).

Lunch was served, followed by some reading, then another drainage. 28 Liters more. (Total: 246L; Cabin Stock: 86L).

I transferred the milk, had the full cask stored, and ordered a fresh one. (Cabin Stock: 6L).

I am bored.

My mind wandered back to the scene from two days ago—all those slaves with swollen balls, covered in semen... and suddenly, a perverse idea took root. In my boredom, it seemed like a brilliant idea—a perfect distraction.

I called one of the slaves who regularly helps me move my casks and invited him into my cabin. I wanted to observe the effects firsthand. I poured him a glass of my milk and ordered him to drink.

The effects were immediate. His testicles doubled in volume, his cock snapped to attention, and with a silent scream, he lost all motor control. His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto his ass.

He ejaculated again and again inside his tunic. I stripped it off him and watched in fascination. He continued to ejaculate periodically: first a volley of twenty ropes, then a pause, then another eruptive episode, on and on.

It aroused me terribly. Since I couldn't fuck him, I settled for masturbating while watching him cover himself in cum.

After twenty minutes, his trance began to fade. I, however, was still milking myself like a cow and masturbating frantically. I wasn't done. I ordered him to drink another glass.

The show began anew. The poor slave's balls expanded even further, and fresh jets of hot semen erupted from his cock. I felt dirty being the architect of this spectacle—what a pervert I’ve become—but the pleasure I derived from it was incredible.

When he finally came to, I made him clean himself up and dismissed him, all while I was still in the middle of my drainage. When I finally finished, I realized I had produced nearly 40 Liters in a single session! (Total: 286L; Cabin Stock: 46L).

A curious mix of shame and satisfaction clashed within me. I sat on my bunk, pensive, my gaze oscillating between the void and the splashes of semen and milk that now covered parts of the floor and walls. Suddenly, panic hit. I checked the statue of Keelai. I was quickly reassured: the aura of "satisfaction" she radiated hadn't changed.

Distraction over, I applied Ice Balm to my swollen, sensitive, and insatiable pussy, then started a Refinement meditation.

Dinner came later. After eating, I brewed a tea, washed up, read a bit, and started my pre-sleep drainage session—right on time, as my breasts were full again. I pulled 28 Liters.

After transferring the milk and replacing the full cask with an empty one, I flipped my soaked mattress and went to bed, harness securely fastened.

Current Money: 154,910Lumas Current Stock: 314 Liters

Day 25Cup Size: S

As seems to be the new norm, I woke up in an orgasmic tsunami that made me squirt like a fountain, my breasts gurgling and spraying powerfully. Unable to ignore it, I masturbated frantically until the burning desire subsided enough for me to focus on drainage and start the day. My pussy is so aroused that even the friction of the air seems to stimulate it, and as I drained myself, the orgasms in my breasts triggered small, sympathetic orgasms between my legs without me even touching myself.

After an hour of intense sensation, I finished. I checked the gains since my previous drainage: 82 Liters!.

I continued my morning routine: Ice Balm on my pussy, drank my tea, removed my Limiter, and did my gym workout. I measured my breasts and confirmed: I have grown another cup size. I put the Limiter back on, showered, and went up to the deck for some air.

No stopover today. The weather is beautiful and the wind is favorable. The Captain told me that arrival in Mermesii is scheduled for tomorrow morning. Finally, what a relief! Thanks to my milk, the trip has been shortened by at least three days.

I stayed on deck for a good hour, chatting with everyone, until my breasts forced me back to my cabin. I had the full cask stored and replaced before starting the session.

The stop at Mermesii is tomorrow morning, so I might as well go all out. I challenged myself to break my production record today.

I applied a heavy dose of Heat-Bloom balm to my nipples and strapped on my harness. I lay on my back, and rather than massaging, I masturbated with both hands, caressing my swollen vulva. My labia are so engorged that my two hands are barely enough to cover the entire surface. As the pleasure mounted, I felt my breasts stretch to the breaking point, gurgling loudly, until the milk erupted.

I performed the stimulating massage briefly but quickly went back to my pussy. I tried to visualize my vaginal pleasure being converted into milk, and I think it worked! My desire spiked and pleasure invaded my entire being; the orgasmic sensations of my breasts and my sex stacked on top of each other, and I was racked by waves of pleasure.

I lost track of time. Perhaps two hours passed without my pussy ever being sated or ceasing to drip. It was an unbearable thirst that finally forced me to stop. I sat up with difficulty to find water. My breasts were still fully swollen and gurgling. I glanced at my barrels and saw they were a quarter full! I had just produced 50 Liters passively!

After drinking, I switched to active drainage because lunch was coming soon and I was starving. It was actually served before I finished. I asked them to come back in ten minutes so I could finish and air out the cabin—it must smell strongly of sex in here. After extracting 29 Liters from my swollen breasts, I ate my meal and drank more tea.

I had the new production stored, drank almost a liter of water, and lay back down on my bunk to continue my experiment. I reapplied the Heat-Bloom balm to my nipples, and this time... I applied it to my pussy too. The effect was biting and stimulating all at once. I fingered myself, and the desire exploded within me despite the morning spent masturbating. It was as if my pussy was possessed—it is genuinely insatiable! The first orgasm didn't take long, and while I tried to visualize as much as possible to maximize production, I felt my breasts swell rapidly until they were full to the brim.

Then the cycle repeated. Lactation orgasms mixed with vaginal ones, stacking in a harmony that overwhelmed me with pleasure. I felt the milk spray again and again, blood pulsing in my swollen crotch, while I ejaculated as my orgasms transcended me.

When I regained my senses, it was night outside. I was exhausted and trembling. I sat up to finish draining my breasts, which were still rock hard and gurgling. I noted that my barrels were full again, but this time even more so. I counted a passive production of 58 Liters, then extracted another 30 Liters actively.

I took a shower because I felt dirty and defiled, and had the production stored. (Total Stock: 561L; Cabin Stock: 41L).

I decided to read a bit while waiting for dinner, which arrived shortly. I felt too weak to attempt the intensive masturbation experiment again, so I decided to simply do a Refinement Training session before my pre-sleep drainage.

I was sleepy, and resisting the temptation to drift off was hard. I nodded off several times, trying to stay awake until my breasts were full. After an hour, out of patience, I finally forced a let-down by using my memory and imagination. I extracted 30 Liters.

I drank my final tea of this voyage while calculating the day's production: 313 Liters!

I smashed my record by far, while discovering a little more about my body and what it is capable of. With a smile on my lips and an intense sense of accomplishment, I finally went to bed. My mattress is soaked, but I am so tired I fell asleep instantly.

Current Money: 154,910 LumasCurrent Stock: 627 Liters (Cabin Stock: 71L)

Day 26Cup Size: STerminus: Mermesii

Just like the previous days, I woke up in absolute ecstasy. After finishing my morning session and counting the nocturnal production of 83 Liters (Total Stock: 710L), I skipped the gym and went straight to washing up. I headed up to the deck immediately; I didn't want to miss the approach to Mermesii.

The coastline glided past, and we are arriving soon. The scenery is breathtaking—it is no wonder this is the most populated city on the planet. The landscape is paradisiacal, a lush tropical dreamscape where the climate remains stable all year round.

I watched the ship dock at the port. But before moving on to the next stage of my journey, I needed to sell my production and extract my milk one last time. As agreed wit hthe captain, I will give the final batch as a parting gift for the Captain.

I found a spot in the port market to sell my stock and began my little business while the two slaves assisting me brought the casks one by one. It took less than an hour to liquidate everything, earning me the handsome sum of 214,000 Lumas. I also sold my two enchanted barrels to a hardware merchant for 20 Auryls, bringing my total cash in hand to 400910 Lumas.

With my breasts gurgling urgency, I rushed back to the ship to extract the final batch: 30 Liters.

I prepared a drink mixed with Red Carun Leaf Powder to stop my lactation for a while. I have no idea how long I will have to go without the ability to drain myself safely in the city, so this is a necessary precaution. I also applied a generous dose of Ice Balm to my pussy.

I got dressed, packed my belongings, and found the Captain on the deck. I donated my final production of thirty liters to her.

Then, I took my leave. I stepped off the ship and into the city of Mermesii, beginning my search for Jelen, "Son of Thunder."