Webbie offers Lucette a potion that will emulate the effects of a pregnancy to increase her milk production for all the new guests at the Manor.
"Thank you! I'm lucky to have met such a generous woman. I'll make good use of it!"
Lucetta rubs her swollen womb, the taut skin starting to raise the front of her skirt as it sits before her, round and firm, easily bigger than a regular pregnancy would be nine months in.
"That was rather quick, hehe. It'll be alright though! Once the nine months are over, I will be back to my regular size, and in the meantime, I may as well make use of the... milkiness..."
"Ssssso big... Hard to think... Might have to take maternity leave... Mnhn... Might need my own maids to take care of me, if I'll grow this quick..."
Her hands gently and rhythmically knead at the enormous baby bump hanging from her torso, dwarfing her body as it hangs down between her legs and presses against her cock, grinding against the ground and occasionally squirming. The sensation is so intense that she hardly notices the leaks springing from her nipples, rivers of milk flowing down her skin from torso-sized tits, sitting heavily on her overstuffed womb, nor does she register the way the sofa, meant to seat four people at least, is smothered under her, her enormous ass and child-bearing hips spreading like dough as they press into the cushions, each one big enough to work as a mattress, though they instead find themselves as padding for her hips, fit for endless slamfucking and endlessly comfortable seating.
Behind the manor sits an enormous hill of veined, stretched, sensitive skin, casting a shadow across the entire estate, making the mansion look like a dollhouse beside the billion-gallon gut (that may be an understatement) as it swells and squirms, all as the mind-broken, mooing maid lays on top of the mountain of fertility, her tits filling with enough milk to feed the entire kingdom for the rest of her life, each one bigger than the home she used to live and work inside of. Her ass wobbles behind her, burying her as she's smothered by her own rear, tits, and potent fertility.
"MOOOOOO!!! Sooo bigggggg... Almost done... Mnhnnhn! Nine months almost over... Mooooo!!!"
"Woah! You've gotten big, hehehe! I knew you'd be a good reservoir, but this is bordering on absurd, hehe!"
The witch lazes on Lucetta's soft, sloshing udders as she speaks. Her hand gently, idly gropes the enormous tit beneath, and beside, and behind her.
"So I'm done, right? My- MOOOO! M- My nine months of pregnancy are- Mnhn- are over?"
"I didn't say that, ehehe. The potion didn't make you pregnant, it made you absorb mana from the world around you and use some of it to give you the effects of pregnancy. Your womb's stuffed to bursting with pure magic, sweetheart. And magic doesn't up and leave after nine months."
Webbie lets out a cackle, somewhere between cutesy and maniacal, the lust for power and control in her voice only outweighed by her lust for fat tits and hyper assets.
"If you're truuuly desperate for my gracious assistance, then I suppose I could siphon the mana from you, leaving your womb empty, though that won't undo any other effects. It'll refill eventually though, probably even quicker the next time, so I'd have to have you as my adorable little mana-maker. Do you wanna be momma's perfect, perma-pregnant cow, my lovely Lucy?"
"YESSS M- MOOOOOO! YESS MOOOMMY!!! YOURS!!! JUST- J- JUST EMPTY MEEE- MOOOOO!!!!"