In the dimly lit chamber, the sorceress stands, her body adorned with symbols of power. Her incantation begins, and her breasts respond, swelling rapidly. They grow, stretching the fabric of her gown, becoming vast, pendulous orbs. Milk pours forth, drenching her garments, creating a puddle at her feet. She moans, the sensation of her breasts expanding, filling with milk, sending waves of pleasure through her. Her nipples, like dark berries, drip copiously, the sight both mesmerizing and obscene.