Turning on the tap Traveling the Multiverse chapter 17 by absolfusion

Next on the list: the milk flow.

You turned toward the high ducts and focused your magic again, tracing a quick glyph into the air as a pulse of warm energy surged upward and vanished into the walls. It didn’t take long before the ducts above twitched and flexed with a soft, organic groan.

A moment later, the first streams of milk began to spill down, thick and warm, splashing into the lake below with a sound that was constant and steady—like a gentle rainfall of cream that filled the space with a faint mist.

But you weren’t finished. Reaching deeper into the spell, you wove in something extra: flavor and nourishment. You molded the milk with care, enhancing it with restorative magic and spell-locked nutrients—enough to nourish Rouge, keep her energized, and even support any children she might one day bear. The taste was subtly sweet and creamy, crafted to be impossible to forget. It was comforting and satisfying, like the warmest memories of childhood poured into a cup.

Outside, Rouge let out a startled moan, her knees buckling slightly as her hands flew to her chest. "Mmm—! What... oh!" she gasped, her voice low and breathy. Her fingers dug into her breasts, groping the new weight as they grew heavier and rounder beneath her palms. A soft, almost involuntary whimper escaped her lips as she shifted her stance, wings twitching as she tried to maintain balance. Her suit stretched taut across her swelling bust, creaking faintly with the strain. "Okay, wow. That feels... incredible," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. She closed her eyes briefly and exhaled a shaky breath, clearly savoring the unfamiliar fullness. "I'm gonna burst if you keep that up, sweetie..."

She didn’t seem upset, though—in fact, her expression bordered on blissful, a dreamy haze settling over her as she rocked gently on her heels, hands still firmly cupped around her growing curves.

Back inside, the milk was already rising past your shins, clinging softly to your legs. It was thick and warm, like stepping into a bath of fresh cream, and the air was humming faintly with magic. You could feel the enchantment taking hold, settling into every drop and radiating a quiet energy.

The ducts above continued to pour, steady and strong, and you glanced up with a quiet nod of satisfaction. The entire chamber felt alive now—nurturing, expansive, and safe, like a hidden sanctuary built to comfort and sustain.

You crossed your arms and admired your work. If Rouge wanted to keep producing, she now had everything she could need, and if you ever found yourself needing a place to disappear for a while, you might just have discovered the perfect retreat.

Mission accomplished—for now.

(What happens next?)