Winky climbed the steps of the ladder, which enabled her to make eye contact with her suffering muggle charge. She hung the magical IV bags that were going to enhance Hermione’s breasts. More importantly she wanted to see the witch’s eyes while she outlined the next steps of the training plan. She waited for the gold gag to be re-installed, the o-ring not needed for the time being. Although she preferred to work with the background music of groans and moans, she knew as a lowly house elf she did not have the right to contravene a direct order from the Engineer, he wanted the Mudblood’s mouth to be active whenever possible. She knew the milky potion the prisoner would now be force-fed was very efficacious for milk production, now that the breast trainer had been installed, she knew it made sense to reintroduce the gag delivery device to ensure the growing breasts would be straining to lactate. The leader smiled as she noted the gag’s feeding tube had increased in girth, standing testament to the tangible benefits of the continued training, she could her the slurping sounds of the ingested potion, like a metronome working in time with the prisoner's breathing.