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Strawberry milk.

They didn't have this back home. Though her mind was a bit murky about whatever was actually back home. Lots of events. Lots of shadows and ripples of actions. No actual specifics. No faces. No voices. No clue. She tried not to let it get to her.

She eyed the liquid, swinging the glass round-and-round and watching the pleasantly pink substance swirl itself. It was cold. Cool. And it had a pleasing aroma to it. But she hesitated to let it hip her lips.

Mostly because the last time she had something strawberry-based she ended up with a pair of ripped jeans, a broken belt, a torn pair of undergarments, and an overturned table. She wasn't sure what it was. Chocolate had never given her issues, so it had to be the strawberries. Maybe it was the way they grew them. Clearly whatever these agricultural clerics were using here in this supernatural sect of the world was beyond simple organic farming or any kind of corporate GMO. Magic. Of course. Because magic made sense and was totally quantifiable as well as predictable.

How a single strawberry could blow out her plump behind into a pair of megaton cheeks made not a lick of sense. Then again drinking blood couldn't really satiate the body like a healthy diet of dairy, fruits, veggies, grains, and delectable meats. Nothing made sense anymore. Or, at least, it somehow managed to make less sense than before.

But, well, she was thirsty. And she had just bought a whole carton of this stuff. Simon wasn't going to drink it all. Well, maybe he might be able to. That'd be fun to watch. But whatever. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

All he doubts were instantly dashed when the concoction of magical strawberries and milk hit her tongue. The delightful delicate sweetness of the strawberry washed into her mouth and tingled her tastebuds. The sweetness was familiar yet new. A creamy fresh sweetness that refreshed her more and more with every tiny sip. Whatever they put in this stuff was great.

And before she knew it the glass was empty. She exhaled blissfully as she sat the empty glass down on the table, thinking about downing another. But she was no glutton...mostly.

There was a fullness in her stomach that sat healthily without burdening her with too much guild. Indeed, the pleasant packaging did its job telling you what kind of drink you'd be downing.

And then the fullness...seemed to spread. A strange coolness and freshness flowed through her entire being. She pressed an arm to her chest as she felt a strange sensation push it's way into her bust. It flowed down her sides, to her fingertips, and to the very roots of her hair. Head to toe. Magic was a strange, finicky thing. She need not understand it provided she never interacted with it. But she was starting to feel a bit..familiar...

And then-

FWOOMP.

Her chest roared outwards, somehow expanding in an instant as the flesh thrust forward from her torso and piled itself into her top, filling what little space there was instantly and peaking over the edges of the fabric as it seemed to grow with little care to what was in the way. Heavier. Bigger. Bulkier. Her chest almost forced itself forward with the sudden explosion of growth, before she slouched and watched her newly filled chest flop out in front of her and slam against the table.

She had nary a moment to curse her bad fortune before she felt the sensation in her thighs build and hit it's limit.

She gripped the table for a second as hard as she could. And, of course-

BA-WOOMF.

Her shorts, once loose and breathable, were strained to their limit as her supple behind became a pair of rolling super-sized mounds of flesh, piling over onto her thighs and pushing their way over what was left of the shorts. Her thighs exploded into stacks of plump padding, and she could feel her undergarments pinch against her waist.

The force of her new rear end, now wider than her body and twice and thick caused her to jump back a bit from the table, stumbling in a mass of jiggling endowments until she caught herself on a thick calve. She eyed her new chest. And then reach back behind her to find the jell-o like mass of magically-induced behind below her.

"Of course..." She gritted her teeth. She was planning to go on a jog. Though she doubted she could fit through the door.

"Maybe it's time to swear off the strawberries."

Lazy expansion story is go.

Not much to say. Decided I'd put out one more fanservice picture before ending this little Lilith binge. So have a big butt. And some spring-time colors.

I'm gonna go take a shower and look for a summer job. Good day to you all.

Description
Strawberry milk.

They didn't have this back home. Though her mind was a bit murky about whatever was actually back home. Lots of events. Lots of shadows and ripples of actions. No actual specifics. No faces. No voices. No clue. She tried not to let it get to her.

She eyed the liquid, swinging the glass round-and-round and watching the pleasantly pink substance swirl itself. It was cold. Cool. And it had a pleasing aroma to it. But she hesitated to let it hip her lips.

Mostly because the last time she had something strawberry-based she ended up with a pair of ripped jeans, a broken belt, a torn pair of undergarments, and an overturned table. She wasn't sure what it was. Chocolate had never given her issues, so it had to be the strawberries. Maybe it was the way they grew them. Clearly whatever these agricultural clerics were using here in this supernatural sect of the world was beyond simple organic farming or any kind of corporate GMO. Magic. Of course. Because magic made sense and was totally quantifiable as well as predictable.

How a single strawberry could blow out her plump behind into a pair of megaton cheeks made not a lick of sense. Then again drinking blood couldn't really satiate the body like a healthy diet of dairy, fruits, veggies, grains, and delectable meats. Nothing made sense anymore. Or, at least, it somehow managed to make less sense than before.

But, well, she was thirsty. And she had just bought a whole carton of this stuff. Simon wasn't going to drink it all. Well, maybe he might be able to. That'd be fun to watch. But whatever. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

All he doubts were instantly dashed when the concoction of magical strawberries and milk hit her tongue. The delightful delicate sweetness of the strawberry washed into her mouth and tingled her tastebuds. The sweetness was familiar yet new. A creamy fresh sweetness that refreshed her more and more with every tiny sip. Whatever they put in this stuff was great.

And before she knew it the glass was empty. She exhaled blissfully as she sat the empty glass down on the table, thinking about downing another. But she was no glutton...mostly.

There was a fullness in her stomach that sat healthily without burdening her with too much guild. Indeed, the pleasant packaging did its job telling you what kind of drink you'd be downing.

And then the fullness...seemed to spread. A strange coolness and freshness flowed through her entire being. She pressed an arm to her chest as she felt a strange sensation push it's way into her bust. It flowed down her sides, to her fingertips, and to the very roots of her hair. Head to toe. Magic was a strange, finicky thing. She need not understand it provided she never interacted with it. But she was starting to feel a bit..familiar...

And then-

FWOOMP.

Her chest roared outwards, somehow expanding in an instant as the flesh thrust forward from her torso and piled itself into her top, filling what little space there was instantly and peaking over the edges of the fabric as it seemed to grow with little care to what was in the way. Heavier. Bigger. Bulkier. Her chest almost forced itself forward with the sudden explosion of growth, before she slouched and watched her newly filled chest flop out in front of her and slam against the table.

She had nary a moment to curse her bad fortune before she felt the sensation in her thighs build and hit it's limit.

She gripped the table for a second as hard as she could. And, of course-

BA-WOOMF.

Her shorts, once loose and breathable, were strained to their limit as her supple behind became a pair of rolling super-sized mounds of flesh, piling over onto her thighs and pushing their way over what was left of the shorts. Her thighs exploded into stacks of plump padding, and she could feel her undergarments pinch against her waist.

The force of her new rear end, now wider than her body and twice and thick caused her to jump back a bit from the table, stumbling in a mass of jiggling endowments until she caught herself on a thick calve. She eyed her new chest. And then reach back behind her to find the jell-o like mass of magically-induced behind below her.

"Of course..." She gritted her teeth. She was planning to go on a jog. Though she doubted she could fit through the door.

"Maybe it's time to swear off the strawberries."

Lazy expansion story is go.

Not much to say. Decided I'd put out one more fanservice picture before ending this little Lilith binge. So have a big butt. And some spring-time colors.

I'm gonna go take a shower and look for a summer job. Good day to you all.