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"Such wide... motherly hips," another one says, slurping up some spit that dribbles from the corner of his mouth.

"You know what?" She says. "I think I'm going to take a walk." She says, crossing her arms over her chest, a task she has to do multiple times just to get it right. "Damn, am I getting fat...?" she wonders to herself, shrugs, and then walks off.

All down the corridors, male kobolds top what they're doing to ogle the sorceress. She smirks as she sways her hips and walks down the hall, but before she knows it, things start to slow down. Her back hurts and the dress rubs uncomfortably against her scales. She leans against the wall and sighs, running a hand up along her body. "What's going on here? I'm all sweaty..." she says, poking at the front of her dress, where stains begin to form. Suddenly, she thinks of something.... Wait a minute... sweat doesn't come from there..."

Her eyes widening, she yanks down her top, letting her jubs spring free. Her kobold tits are more swollen than they ever had been before, and trickling down from her nipple is something totally unexpected. She gently moves a hand up and pokes at her tit, only to gasp when more of the white fluid spills out. "I... I'm lactating!?"

Kobolds crawl out of the woodwork, all of them watching with either great jealousy or lust. She spins around, trying to find a place to sit down, and one of the males happily offers his own body. She plops down on his chest and cups her breasts. "Okay, Gonz, what's going on here?" she says, squeezing those udders, feeling the milk drain out from her. "This has got to be some kind of curse or..." she looks down. Between her delicate mounds lays that pendant. "You..." she growls,

But before she can do anything, two of her sycophants latch onto her, licking up her lactation and growling in approval. "Ooh, Gonz..." one says. "Let me help drain your tits.

She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and chuckles. "W... well you know what? This can't be so bad. Besides, I'd bet this milk stuff would sell well on the market." She snickers, raising her hands over her body. "Come on boys, and have a mouth-full of your sorceress's newest body, courtesy of the church of Xasandra."

As more kobolds line up to have their turn from her fountain, Gonz feels a gurgle from down within her tummy. She bites her mouth and shakes her head. "O-okay guys, I need to go now. Bathroom emergency, sorry!" She stands up, wobbling, only to feel something churn within her. She wraps her arms around her body, her legs shaking as she wonders what the hell is happening. She groans, stumbling forward, only to be caught by one of the older, more wise, members of her tribe.

"Lady Gonz," the matron says, a smirk upon her face. "It seems your promiscuity has caught up with you. You are with egg.

"W... with egg!?" she gasps, dropping her jaw. "Tha... that's impossible, I... I checked, I can't, I--" She stops once more and looks down to her pendant. "Oh, of fucking course..." she says, but then winces and doubles over. "Aggnh... Matron, please help!"

"Of course. After all, if this is a divine birth, then we'll need to take good care of the hatchling. Come this way..."

Still doubled over, Gonz hobbles on past more of the gawking kobolds, her body leaking down from her chest and from between her legs.

Some time passes, and the messenger from Xasandra returns. He gives a quick bow to the gate guards and says, "I'm here to see your sorceress."

The two look at each other, quirking brow ridges.

He chuckles, flashing his sharp teeth. "Oh, I'm sorry. I mean, I'm here to see your priestess."

The two nod with the clarity and step out of the way to let him through.

Soon, the servant of Xasandra finds his way towards the old sorceress's chamber, but the close her approaches, the more he recognizes the symbols along the wall. His pride swells as he makes his way to the chamber, where many kobolds have left bowls of fruit and mushrooms, signs of the bounty of the harvest. He steps inside, past the curtain, and there, sitting on her divan, is Gonz. She is nude, laying on her side with a book opened to her. Little hatchlings and kobold cubs climb on her, scurry around the room, or latch onto her chest.

Gonz looks up to him, and produces a warm smile over her face as she sits up, holding two of her children in her arms. "Ah, it's you."

"It is," the mysterious follower says. "I take it you're finding everything agreeable?"

She bounces one of her babies in her arms and coos at it before returning to look at him. "You know, at first, it didn't make much sense to me. I thought it was a curse you bestowed upon me. I thought I was being punished for my hubris or something, but..." she nuzzles against the baby kobold's nose. "Then I looked into the eyes of these little ones when they hatched, and I knew, I just knew, what I was missing in my life."

He places his hand upon his chest and bows. "I'm glad I could show you the way, Priestess Gonz."

"Please," she says, handing the hatchlings to one of their larger siblings. "You can just call me Gonz." She motions to one of the babies. "I just recently laid her egg. Now, I'm ripe and ready for another. Will you join me in prayer tonight?"

The draconic being nods as the children all scurry out, leaving him alone with the matronly priestess. "I would be honored."