𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳. — 𝗘𝗻𝗶𝗱 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿. — 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗡𝗲𝘁𝗳𝗹𝗶𝘅'𝘀 𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆. — 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. — 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪. 𝐑𝐓?

@BraidedTorture I have. Kinda. It’s still quite. . . shocking.

Yes. It can be rather shocking to see @BraidedTorture when relieving her stress at times.

@BraidedTorture It’s easy for her to say that. She’s perfect.

@BraidedTorture — enjoyed the sensation and taste of her girlfriend’s enhanced breast. To say that this triggered something deeply hidden in Enid would be an understatement. Wednesday better than anyone knows that Enid has mommy issues due to her cold and often cruel mother.

@BraidedTorture “Don’t be embarrassed. I think you’re perfect and well— if you can enjoy yourself a little while we get rid of them. Even better.” The werewolf gently latched her lips onto one of the nipples and suckled gently on it. Her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she just —

I swear I didn’t know the potion would do this, @BraidedTorture..!

@BraidedTorture Pfttt… She’s just saying things to fluster Enid. Like usual.

@BraidedTorture — kissed that very spot again. Perhaps this is a more pleasurable version of when a snake bites you and someone has to suck the venom out? Just perhaps… it is that. “I guess calling you mommy during sex became a reality, babe. For tonight only of course.”

@BraidedTorture Another louder and more surprising moan followed by a rather surprising gesture. There was a small shot of pearly white fluid. It was definitely the milk. The bud of her girlfriend’s nipple has a single drop of it coming out now. Like a spilled secret. And Enid went and —

@BraidedTorture Perfect. Just perfect.

@BraidedTorture — large breasts. It wouldn’t be the first time they get into trouble without meaning. Like when their souls swapped by accident. Another accident Enid didn’t mean. This time she kisses one of the breasts just to see how the goth would react. Testing the waters.

@BraidedTorture “You’re the smarter one between us, babe. And the one who comes up with the plans. I didn’t really read the entire thing.” Enid sighed. Maybe her feelings influenced the potion. It was hard to know. She thought the result would be a joke and not her girlfriend getting —

@BraidedTorture — She did open the book, landing on a certain page with certain curiosities as well. “It says that any pressure might be temporary lactation depending on who brew the bottle or who used it.” The werewolf explains. Might explain all the pressure inside of them.

@BraidedTorture Enid was slightly surprised by her girlfriend’s reaction. She didn’t expect a moan. It was nice to hear that despite everything, she’s not in pain. The moan? No. Ophelia Hall was full of moans. The whole of Nevermore is used to the many mains coming from their dorm. —

@BraidedTorture — the idea to prank her girlfriend laid in their bed unopened. It was called ‘The Dark Secrets of Nevermore.’

@BraidedTorture — emotions, her existence, her anger, her chest even. And given the annoying enlargement because of her joke, the aroma had enhanced too. Enid gently put her hands on each one and squeezed. With enough pressure. Not to pain but enough to be felt. The book where she got —

@BraidedTorture — Wednesday and she’s fine with that. It’s all hers. “You said they’re getting warmer? Perhaps if we squeezed them a little? We can’t have you leave the room until this is solved.”

@BraidedTorture — imaginable. Enid allows her smaller chest to press against Wednesday’s currently larger one for a moment to kiss her sweetly. Kisses. Huh. Maybe she could suck the size out of them? Who knows? “You are my everything, mi amor. I swear.” People will never see this —

@BraidedTorture — fail to make her blush. Part of her still found their relationship surreal. They had been in such opposites sides when they met. Upon the warming sensation, she placed a few more kisses across those breasts.

@BraidedTorture “I do?” Enid looked up with those pretty blue eyes of hers. The werewolf seemingly back in one of her old moods once again. Because she was nearly blushing. There was no way that Wednesday Addams being this sweet, gentle and warm in her own way towards her would —