Flora looked over the diminutive gnome and wondered about that.
She stood with her arms crossed on the table, her expansive breasts spilling over her forearms, her once clean white blouse stained dark with the endless leakage of her breasts, small rivulets of white were constantly running down the gnomes gravid stomach, to drip drip drip on the table below. Shortstack was the only real way to describe her with her flaring hips and rounded rear, but now combined with her rounded belly and swollen leaky breasts she took on an almost broodmareish appearance.
As she looked over the gnome's body Fey couldn't help but get a little aroused. She had done this to Flora, turning the once boisterous gnome into a pregnant sloppy mess, heavy with her… calves?
She didn't know, she didn't know anything, everything just a wild intimidating unknown to her.
As she worried Flora began to strip, unbuttoning her blouse and then peeling away the milky soaked through fabric from her nipples and swollen breasts, the clothing not coming away easily with the amount of fluid drenching it and it stuck to her skin causing the gnome to bite her lip and whimper. The blouse was removed and her breasts were let free, her thick nipples letting out a little spray of milk as the clothing no longer constricted them, sprinkling down on her belly and the table. She pulled her arms free and tossed the blouse aside and hesitantly put her small hands on her breasts. They were extremely large comparatively, and extremely full and tight, the skin barely dimpled beneath her hands as she hefted them.
"So? What are you going to do about this? You caused this you know, so it is kinda your responsibility. What's your magic healer trick to make these stop leaking?"
Fey hesitated and then reached out. Flora blinked as Fey moved her hands closer and closer then touched up against her breasts.
"Uhm, I don't think there is a way to really fix this magically Flora, I'm sorry but there is really only one way to stop the leakage."
"What? Of course there has to be some magicy healer trick to fix this! You healers deal with pregnant woman all the time, I've seen you lot go to 'em and then they're all fixed up after!"
"Er, you might be under the wrong impression Flo, they aren't using magic, they are milking them dry manually…"
Flora blinked and then realised that Fey was holding her breasts.
"O-oh… and….and you….oh."
Fey nodded, "I would need to, erm, yes. I am a healer, so, part of the job, but…. You still want…?"
Flora swallowed noisily.
"….y-yes, m-milk me?"
Fey moved herself closer to the table. She was a healer and a healer did things to help people and Flora was clearly having trouble, this would be a purely professional milking. As her hands touched up against Flora's smooth skin her horsecock slapped up against her barrel noisily. She gulped, she could feel herself getting harder, more and more turned on as she touched her fingers over the gnome's engorged chest.
Flora let out a little whimper and a little sprinkle of milk. Then Fey's hands squeezed down, applying pressure and dragging down hard, pulling and rolling across the surface. Flora squealed and a gush of milk sprayed forth so hard that it doused Fey's front legs with white, little beads of white atop her brown fur.
"You're, er, kind backed up, did you not think to milk yourself?"
"I, I tried a little, but, there's just so much, and it r-refills so f-fasssst!"
Flora gasped and her eyelids fluttered as Fey pushed back up her breasts then pulled back down again. The gnome stumbled forward as her knees went weak and grabbed hold of Fey's forearms as milk sprayed from her stiffening nips.
"Fuck, I'm not going to lie, this feels fucking amazing! G-gods!"
A little precum spurted from Fey's cock as she worked, she would be lying too if she said the feel of the gnome writhing with pleasure beneath her touch wasn't a turn on. She increased the pressure and roughly dragged her hands back up and then down, kneading and rolling at the same time, then again and again, each pull causing increasingly more milk to spray forth and for the gnome to become increasingly sloppy and weak limbed. Her hips wiggled as she whimpered under Fey's grasping hands, a single little rivulet of clear fluid running from her shorts and down her inner thigh.
Then Fey moved her hands down to the gnome's stiff little nipples and rolled them between her fingers, applying a shifting stepped motion, each finger motioning and pulling down on the pink nubs until milk was openly spraying from them, splattering over Fey's hands and running down her forearms, waterfalls of the stuff coating Flora's entire belly in white as her eyes rolled up and her lips parted, a great long low whine leaving her mouth as lines of drool connected her lips.
"F-fuuuuuccckkk!"