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Beside Vivi floated Flora, the one who had spoken. Kayla's brow rose as she saw the state of the gnome. Huge black bags were under her eyes and she looked positively exhausted, her face pale and drawn as though she hadn't slept in days. More importantly, was that her belly was no longer over eight-foot across. She had drained herself down until what was hanging below her was just a measly four foot wide, still massive on the diminutive gnome but far from what she had been. As she watched the gnome actively struggled to keep herself aloft, her belly sinking down to press against the grass for a second before, with a monumental effort, the gnome lifted herself a few inches higher. It was obvious why the gnome had drained herself, she was no longer capable of lifting her previous size and had been forced to make herself lighter.

"She's suffering mana backlash from abusing her limits," said Vivi, her brush holding paw continuing to confidently and deftly move across the cloth in front of her. "She overdid it and now she's feeling the consequences. She'll be completely useless for at least a day."

"I'm- I'm not useless! I can do anything! I can do whatever I want!" exclaimed Flora. The fact that she sank back down to earth and her body broke out with beads of sweat as she spoke belied her words.

Flora held out for a second more then sighed and slumped over her stomach, giving up on lifting herself. Kayla wondered what had happened to the cum she had been filled with, she imagined some part of the local forest was currently covered in a layer of steaming white stuff.

"Ah! I'm done!" said Vivi suddenly lurching backwards and climbing to her feet, her sagging belly reluctantly coming up with her. The fox girl was wearing shorts but nothing else, her breasts resting on her tummy. Kayla supposed the cotton t-shirt was intended to change that.

The fox girl lifted her arms up and slipped the shirt down over her head, shaking her muzzle to get it through the neck hole. She tugged and pulled down the hem of the close fitting shirt, pulling it down over her breasts and then over her stomach where it was stretched wide, unable to properly fit. Vivi managed to get it about half way down her abdomen in all, the cotton stretching to its limit to contain her size. She looked down at the shirt and smiled, flashing her canines, clearly pleased.

Kayla looked at the t-shirt. It read "I'm not pregnant, I'm just full of cum!" The lettering was done immaculately, as though it had been printed. Kayla was impressed with how steady and accurate the fox girl's paw was, the design looked good, despite the absurd statement.

Her gaze wandered downward as something caught her eye and she saw the cloth of the fox girl's shorts bulge and shift as though something was shifting and moving below the surface. A flash of white slipped out before disappearing back below the hem.

What... was that?

Before she could verbalise her question however Fey trotted up beside Flora.

"I told you I would keep my promise!" said the centaur, she almost looked a little smug, which was unusual to see on the centaur.

Flora blinked and turned her head to look at Fey.

"What are you on about? What promise?"

"I said that I would cum in you so much that you couldn't move under your own power if you carried Lily to safety, and, well," Fey gestured broadly at Flora who was fully resting on the ground at this point having given up lifting herself.

Flora's mouth fell open in outrage. "What! No! It doesn't count retroactively!"

"Well can you lift or move yourself?"

Flora gave her an offended look but then set her jaw and clenched her fists. She rose both hands into the air furrowing her brow and she started to lift ever so slightly as she closed her eyes in concentration. Sweat poured down the gnome but she could lift herself no more than that, not even enough to lift her belly free from the grass.

As she strained and stressed and groaned a pair of small damp patches appeared on the white cloth of her blouse over her breasts. Kayla watched wide eyed as the patches quickly spread and then ran down, darkening the cloth. After a moment of spreading the fluid began to sputter and sprinkle through the fabric, spritzing into the air a white substance, milk. The gnome was openly lactating and not by a small amount. More and more milk spurted from her breasts, which strained against the fabric with their size, judging by how hard they pressed and pulled at the cloth the gnome's breasts were engorged and full, turgid and heavy with milk. Lines of white ran down her belly in continuous rivulets. She let out a soft gasp of exertion and milk sprayed from her breasts in a small gush, this in turn forced an unconscious moan of pleasure from her lips.