The large door opened and Kaitlea stepped through. Down her locks seemed to cascade all the colors of the rainbow, pulsing along the strands in sequence. Her eyes mimicked the same quality, not quite certain which color they should be. Unhindered by the library as She was earlier, Her assets were far plumper than they had been. Even stark naked her endowments defied gravity, full and perky.<br/><br/>She reached down and plucked Viloet from the ground with relative ease, and brought her close to one of those proud nipples. "First, I would have you drink of me to your fill, and be transformed." As if on command, rivulets of milk began leaking from her ducts, a pungent, sweet odor invading Viloet's nostrils and tickling her senses. A daunting task to be certain. Even as gently as She cradled the halfling, it could not be avoided that the 'tap' so to speak was easily as big around as Viloet's wrist, if not larger!