Saturday, June 19, 2010

Extreme Size Encounter

Extreme Size Encounter
By gemyt many changes by Marci2 a few more changes by Duuude

Until about eight years ago my wife and I were practicing naturists (i.e., nudists) and I published a quarterly newsletter (peak circulation of about 2500 in 1986) focusing on naturism. Because of the newsletter I frequently received letters and phone calls from people with naturist related stories. In August 1982 I was contacted by a woman at a naturist resort in Michigan regarding alleged relationships between a eighteen year old young man and two or more older (i.e., 30+) women and unconfirmed allegations that this young man may have been sexually involved with as many as 15 other women at the resort.

While the manager of the resort would state only that the resort is still investigating the allegations, he indicated there is substantial sentiment in the resort’s nudist community for expelling the 18 year old and his family. Speaking of the 18 year old, the manager said 'there is a feeling among many of the guests that he’s had a disruptive effect.' The manager declined to elaborate on the nature of any disruption, and conceded that the young man had not been charged with violating any of the rules of the resort. There is a distinct feeling among those sympathetic to the 18 year old, however, that the manager’s citing of a 'disruptive effect' was an oblique reference to the young man's unusually large genitals. A female nudist at the resort offered that 'this is a simple case of penis envy. They won’t admit it, but a lot of the men at this resort are threatened by this young man's huge penis.

I was at first very concerned that someone was pulling my leg on this story, so I asked my source, Janice, if she had a photo of this young man who she referred to as Ed. She said no, she didn’t, but she’d take one - she was very matter of fact about it. I asked how she knew Ed would consent to having his picture taken and she laughed and said “why shouldn’t he?” So a week later I receive a slightly overexposed Polaroid of two young men posing next to a pool. One is about six inches taller than the other, and the taller one has the most enormous penis I’d ever seen, abnormally huge. He’s long-limbed, fairly large-boned frame, and sinewy; definitely slender but not skinny. His penis is circumcised and appears perfectly flaccid and it hangs more than halfway to his knees. It also appears incredibly wide. His hair looks long and stringy, like maybe he just got out of the pool. No particular body hair to speak of other than some pubic hair. The other is shorter, skinnier, unremarkable in every way. The overexposure made it difficult to make out facial features. I remember that I debated at the time whether or not to describe it as “unusually” large or “abnormally” large. I chose “unusually” because I thought it was less lubricious. I’m no longer a practicing naturist but I was at the time, and naturists are always concerned about the perception that naturism is a sexual thing. So I was very ambivalent about the article in the first place and I really tried to play down the whole “big penis” angle. This approach became more difficult as I discovered more about the sheer size of this young man's ungainly organ. A urologist I consulted after receiving a Polaroid of Ed confirmed that the degree of genital overdevelopment was in fact abnormal. He commented that while examining thousands of men in the course of his 20 years of practice, he'd never encountered a flaccid penis quite that large.

This picture was truly startling. I went so far as to try to scale the picture. Ed is three inches high in the picture, his penis is 3/8 of an inch, Janice tells me he’s slightly over six feet tall, etc. I remember distinctly that they indicated this young man had a ten inch flaccid penis, but frankly it looked even bigger than that. Upon reflection, I theorized it was because his penis, even in that completely soft state, it was fatter than his wrist. That, coupled with its length, accounted for its staggeringly huge appearance. Janice had already offered her opinion that the men at the resort were intimidated by this young man’s size and I remember being very skeptical of that theory. Then I saw that picture of his gargantuan dong.. I mean, differences in penis size is something that’s not new to naturists - I think flaccid penis size varies more than erect penis size. And while I wouldn’t claim that naturists don’t note the differences, I can honestly say that your bona fide naturist doesn’t dwell on it (notwithstanding that I’ve now devoted two full paragraphs to this young man’s size). But I must admit thinking that yeah, I might be intimidated by something that outrageously huge. I showed the Polaroid to my wife. Her reaction appeared to me more one of stunned amazement rather than sexual arousal. Her remark upon seeing the picture was something to the effect of "My god, it's FREAKISH!"

Janice was motivated by what she perceived as blatant physiognomic discrimination on the part of the resort and the naturist community at the resort. I too found this an interesting journalistic angle and arranged for my wife and I to visit the resort. We decided that we would attempt to meet Ed and his family before making the journalistic nature of our visit known to the resort management. We met Janice immediately upon arriving at the resort and she arranged to take me to the pool area where Ed would generally be during the afternoon. My wife stayed behind at our room. We arrived at the pool and I recognized Ed from his photo. He was in the water with a friend but he immediately acknowledged Janice and climbed out of the pool. The Polaroid had not prepared me for the sight of this ungodly organ in the flesh. Ed was literally hung like a horse, his flaccid penis possessing a length, girth and meatiness far beyond any penis I'd ever seen (and I'd been a practicing naturist for a decade at that point and visited more than 30 naturist resorts). In the way that all males are practiced at, I gauged the dimensions of this organ and then attempted to avoid staring. Janice, with whom Ed was plainly very friendly, invited him to a picnic she was planning for the next day. He readily accepted the invitation, so eagerly that I suspected that he'd been sexually involved with Janice (a suspicion Janice initially denied but ultimately confirmed). The plan was that my wife and I would stumble upon this picnic and would then have an opportunity to interview Ed. As we were leaving the pool area I noticed a pronounced imbalance in the male-female ratio at the pool - there was one other male besides myself and at least ten females ranging from ages 18 to 60. This struck me as unusual and I wondered whether it was attributable to the presence at the pool of this super-penis.

My wife and I had arranged with Janice to meet her and Ed at a clearing in a wooded area adjacent to the designated picnicing area. As my wife and I approached through the woods we heard giggling and saw Ed following Janice about as she prepared the picnic area. It was plain that he was attempting to interest her in some sort of sexual horseplay and she was politely demurring. Not surprisingly, he was in a state of semi-arousal and his penis was even larger than what I had seen the day before, although it continued to hang perfectly perpendicular to the ground and retained the meatiness and pliability of a flaccid penis. I estimated his semi-turgid length at over ten inches. My wife was quite simply slack-jawed, standing next to me in stunned silence as we spied on Ed and Janice. As we were about to enter the clearing my wife grabbed my hand, took a deep breath and paused for a moment to compose herself. In retrospect this was the first moment that I became aware of the profound sexual effect that this massive penis was having on my wife.

We entered the clearing and Janice reacted with feigned surprise at our presence. Ed reacted with genuine surprise and betrayed a certain amount of disappointment at our presence, no doubt assuming that we were ruining any chance he had for a sexual interlude that afternoon. Janice introduced my wife to Ed. My wife was very attractive in those days, if I must say so myself, but Ed was merely polite and gave no indication of any interest in my wife. My wife, however, reacted in a most unusual way. She was 30 years old at the time and typically assumed a very mature and even matronly tone with younger men that she would meet. But her voice and her demeanor were anything but matronly on this occasion. She half whispered and half giggled a "hello" to the young man and extended a visibly trembling hand for his handshake. I was stunned to note an exaggerated femininity and coquettishness in her behavior that I hadn't seen since our dating days. As my wife later described it to me, it was an involuntary reaction on her part to the presence of such an extraordinary amount of "maleness."

My own reaction to this gigantic cock also surprised me. Although I was very aroused by my wife's reaction, my own already modest penis seemed to be unusually modest, barely peeking out from my pubic bush. My flaccid length varies, and generally my state of arousal would have produced a four inch semi-flaccid penis. I don't know if it was some sort of atavistic male response to a distinctly superior male organ or perhaps just the awkwardness of being the "other guy" in the presence of two females and a gigantic penis, but I was definitely not showing to advantage. Meanwhile my wife was losing her battle to be discreet and Ed caught her staring at his penis on numerous occasions. He must have been accustomed to this because he showed no particular reaction to her obvious fascination with his extraordinary endowment. His attention was firmly focused on Janice, a skinny woman with frizzy hair and a very plain face but with breasts that were extremely large for her frame, a fact that no doubt riveted Ed's attention.

Janice produced a bottle of red wine from a cooler and ostentatiously offered wine to me and my wife but not to Ed, who seemed uninterested in the wine anyway. We were all sitting on a blanket on the ground other than Ed, who sat on the cooler with his enormous dong hanging most of the way to the ground (I couldn't be certain but it seemed to me that he must have been aware that seated on the cooler his penis was displayed more prominently than if he had been sitting on the ground). While I sipped at my wine I noticed that Janice was freely imbibing. I also noted with surprise that my wife, who generally prefers white wine and insists that red wine gives her a headache, was soon working on her second large glass of wine. By the time we'd finished with some cheese and french bread both my wife and Janice were a bit red-cheeked and giggling and otherwise exhibiting the influence of the wine. Janice had turned the conversation to her breasts, in particular the social and physical disadvantages of having disproportionately large breasts. As she was doing this she was sitting in a manner that accentuated her breasts, and although I'm not a breast man I must admit the effect was stunning. Ed reacted to the conversation and Janice's flamboyantly large breasts with a burgeoning erection that continued to extend straight towards the ground but must now have been at least twelve inches long and damn near as thick as the wine bottle. My wife had ceased any attempt to avert her eyes and she was now unabashedly staring at this horse cock. Suddenly my wife turned to face me and said "let's go for a walk in the woods."

I'd noticed a distinct wet spot growing on the blanket where my wife was sitting; she was literally creaming in the presence of this young man's monstrous schlong. My wife's sudden insistence on a walk in the woods could have meant various things, but the wet spot on the blanket suggested to me that my wife was in serious need of a sexual release. As soon as we were out of sight of the clearing my hunch was confirmed. "My God, I could barely keep from touching myself," she gasped. "Let's fuck right now." I was incredibly turned on but curiously quite incapable of producing an erection, so I fingered my wife while she frantically stimulated her clit, bringing herself to orgasm in three minutes whereas she usually required at least 15 minutes of continuous stimulation before coming. After she came I kidded her gently. "I didn't know my wife was such a size queen." I said it in a plainly humorous manner but she replied in a very sincere tone. "It's not that I'm…it's just that…it's just so fucking… huge." She said the word huge with some dismay, as if she couldn't quite comprehend such an enormous cock or her profoundly sexual reaction to it.

She was staring into the distance as she said it and seemed vaguely distressed. I'd never witnessed my wife in such a state, but I somehow instinctively knew what she was feeling. "You want to have it, don't you" I said. She looked at me with a confused and almost sad look and said "I don't know…I've never…I just…it's just so enormous, so…" Her voice trailed off and she gently shook her head. Her eyes were very moist and dreamy looking. "So much manhood," she finished. I believe I'm supposed to say at this point that my heart sank, or I experienced a pang of acute jealousy. But I experienced neither. I can't explain it, but I knew from the moment that my wife first laid eyes on this young man's freakish endowment that she would react this way. She'd never given any indication that size mattered to her, commenting so casually on the subject when we would see an unusually large penis at a naturists gathering that I'm convinced she genuinely was not "size oriented," for lack of a better term. But there was something about the absurd hugeness of such an organ that had definitely gotten under my wife's skin. That my wife should submit to this superior male organ struck me as the natural state of affairs, a fact as simple and undeniable as night following day, the droit de seigneur of the hugely endowed.

We made our way back toward the clearing, my wife trailing slightly behind me. As we approached the clearing I thought I saw something through the leaves that made me stop, and I reached out and gently took my wife by the shoulders as she came up beside me, gently indicating that she too should stop and peer through the leaves into the clearing. She squinted, attempting to see through the lush foliage, and as I was still holding her by the shoulders I felt her become unsteady as her knees buckled at the sight. Ed was on his back, lying on the ground in the clearing, and Janice was kneeling between his spread legs, grasping with two hands his perfectly vertical cock and attempting to fellate him, although she could barely fit the massive head of his cock in her mouth. Her hands didn't begin to encircle his girth, and her attempts to manage his enormity with her two small hands were almost comical, at least to me. My wife stood transfixed, intently staring at this attempted fellating of the most gigantic penis either of us will ever see, and suddenly she emitted an audible sigh, almost a whimper. Her longing for this organ, her need to subject her mouth and vagina to his immensity, were palpable. We continued toward the clearing and Janice suddenly pulled back from the gigantic cock as she heard us approaching, and the cock fell back onto Ed's torso, striking it with a distinct "thwack". My wife actually swooned at that moment, overcome by the sound of this vast pillar of flesh striking against Ed's stomach and chest, the very sound further attesting to the mind-boggling mass of this grotesquely overdeveloped sexual organ. I momentarily supported her until she composed herself and we again proceeded toward the clearing.

Janice was initially startled by our reappearance, but her surprise changed to concern when she saw how unsteady my wife was. Ed had jumped to his feet as we reentered the clearing and his pendulous tumescence was still slightly swaying. It seemed to have a hypnotic effect on my dumbstruck wife, who had abandoned any pretense of discretion and just gazed hungrily at Ed's massiveness. Janice seemed somewhat relieved that her transgression with Ed was not about to be condemned, and she slowly smiled as she noted my wife's fixed gaze. "There's obviously plenty to go around, if you're interested in a party," Janice said.

I stood for a moment with my right hand around my wife’s waist, more assuring myself of her stability than providing any real support. “I think my wife would like that,” I heard myself say.

My response did not immediately register with my severely distracted wife. After a moment she seemed to dully comprehend the import of my words and slowly began to turn her head to look directly at me, but her eyes remained fixed on the giant penis even as her head was turning. At that moment her legs seemed to give way. I managed to catch her as she was halfway to the ground and gently lowered her so that she was sitting on her left hip. After a moment, after I satisfied myself that my wife was alert and sentient, I realized that my wife had simply and genuinely swooned. Her face was flush and her skin around her breasts and torso bore a patina of perspiration. There was no question about it – my wife was afflicted with a virulent case of unreasoning, animal lust.

My wife slowly moved closer to Ed, her eyes fixed on his huge bloated cock. It was as though she was in a trance, being pulled toward him by a magnetic field. Ed looked at me, impassively. I couldn’t bring myself to say, yes, go ahead and take my wife, or even to nod, but something about my reaction was understood by Ed to signal consent, and he began stepping toward my wife.

Again as if in a trance, both her hands moved slowly toward the young man's penis. She wrapped as much of her left hand as she could around the shaft near the head of his cock, and her right hand closer to his body. My wife then began to manipulate this young man's gargantuan member with the kind of abandon I'd never even seen in a porno film. She started jacking him with both her hands simultaneously, swiftly moving up and down the length of it ...and the thing began to swell bigger...and bigger...and bigger.

It was at this point that I first noticed Ed’s testicles. I’d barely adverted to them before, as they seemed to tuck quite neatly behind his amazing penis. Now they were dangling obscenely over my wife, his scrotum hanging perhaps six inches from the base of his cock, cradling two balls that seemed at first unremarkable because of their proportionality to his huge pole. I then realized that their proportionality to a giant cock meant that they too were absurdly huge, one of his balls exceeding in size my entire genitals.

Her eyes grew wide in utter disbelief, and frankly so did mine. Janice simply smiled at us, knowing full well how huge the young man's organ would grow with that kind of manipulation. My wife began to rub the head of his cock all over her face, nuzzling it, then kissing it. She began to lick the underside of his massive cock-head, then swirled her tongue around it, taking care to cover every millimeter it, which by now was nearly the size of her little fist. She began to slurp and suck on the end of it, trying to get as much of the head in her mouth as she could. She jacked him furiously as she rubbed the huge saliva coated member over her cheeks and chin. Pre-cum was oozing out of it and coating her lips. She licked and sucked and slobbered on him like a wild animal in heat.

After frigging herself for perhaps a minute my wife was about to bring herself over the edge when Ed began to moan slightly. With this, my wife slid her hand up Ed’s shaft toward the base of his cock and then stopped playing with herself and brought her right hand up to Ed’s cock, grabbing it just above where her left hand held the base of his organ. This two handed grip afforded my wife a measure of control over Ed’s pulsing python and she pulled the cock from her mouth and resumed rubbing the saliva slathered cockhead over her face. She then popped the head back in her mouth and began again to suck it. She repeated this three or four times, popping the giant glands in and out of her mouth, rubbing it over her cheeks and lips and chin, and Ed responded with more pronounced moans of pleasure. My wife had just pulled Ed’s hugeness from her mouth when the enormous pole of turgid erection literally jerked and emitted an extraordinary jet of creamy white semen that struck my wife’s cheek with such force that it actually splashed and spread over the left side of my wife’s face. A second jet similarly erupted, again striking my wife’s cheek and radiating so that some the liquid splashed into my wife’s left eye. My wife was startled by the eruption and doubly startled when she was struck in the left eye. She seemed temporarily disoriented and turned her head away from the obscenely jerking meat for a moment as she blinked her eyes. But she quickly recovered and attempted to bring the exploding cockhead back into her mouth. Her hands were still positioned at the base of the cock, however, and her control over the violently jerking six inches of cock meat that extended beyond her hands was imperfect and the cock jumped again before she could fit her mouth around it, rocketing a stream of cum against my wife’s upper lip and nose. My wife instinctively slid her hands up his shaft towards the head so that she could better control the throbbing slab of flesh and bring the cockhead back toward her mouth. But she didn’t put it in her mouth – she slightly lifted the cockhead and placed it over her open mouth so that his spitting cock slit was positioned an inch above the entry to her mouth. The next jet of cum disappeared into her mouth, followed by another and another. I counted six huge streams of juice fire into her mouth followed by two lesser ejaculations. I was certain that four spurts had struck my wife’s face before she began taking Ed’s cream into her mouth, and accordingly I watched in growing amazement as the number of Ed’s blasts seemed to number nine, ten, eleven and then twelve.

The ejaculations then ceased, and the spent organ dangled above my stunned wife’s face. The first four gigantic spurts had been sufficient to coat my wife’s entire face, with cum even getting into her hair, each ejaculation seemingly containing more semen that I could produce with one entire orgasm. I then saw my wife’s throat muscles contract and swallow, and I realized that she had pooled the astounding volume of ejaculate in her mouth until Ed’s erupting meat had finished. I won’t say that my wife had never swallowed my cum, but in ten years of marriage she had swallowed perhaps a half-dozen times, very tentatively, each time appearing to permit more cum to escape her mouth than she swallowed.

I broke out of my reverie for a moment and looked over at Janice. Her face bore the same stunned look that mine no doubt possessed. The sight of such enormous genitals exploding so violently into my delicate wife’s face had literally taken her breath away, and she inhaled sharply as looked over at her. She then looked at me, and I realized that I’d been stroking myself, producing an orgasm considerably less pyrotechnic than Ed’s.

My wife emitted a high-pitched sigh and I looked back at her to see that she had resumed pleasuring herself with her right hand as her left hand gripped Ed’s cock and pushed his semi-flaccid cockhead across her face. He wasn't finished yet, it stayed rock hard.

My wife crawled over and got on her back. She threw her legs up in the air, waiting for the young man with the giant cock to invade her. As Ed was kneeling in front of her, about to penetrate my wife, Janice leaned over and handed her a king sized tube of KY jelly. "Trust me honey, you're going to need this," she said. "And you better be careful...letting him cum in you... know what I mean?" Janice's words were wasted on her. She was not concerned about the consequences of what she was about to do. I think it was partly because my sperm count was so low...pregnancy was not an issue she ever had to worry about. I don't think she gave it a passing thought. In fact, she wasn't thinking about anything but that huge cock swinging in front of her. Janice pulled out the Polaroid camera at that point and began taking pictures of this boy with his enormous cock pointed toward my wife.

My wife looked up at Ed with a pleading expression on her face and she handed him the KY jelly. She gasped as he emptied the thing down the length of his shaft and began to stroke his penis with both of his big hands, coating it all over. My wife was beginning to hump her vagina up and down, as if calling to the huge member inches away, ready to penetrate her.

Ed continued to grow bigger and harder as he jacked himself. He guided that thing toward her and barely managed to get the head inside her as my wife wriggled her sopping wet lips on it. He inched a little more in and ...then a little more.

The hugely hung young man had managed to get 4 or 5 inches of his cock inside my wife. The thing that defied belief was that there was nearly a foot of his cock still outside her. She began sliding back and forth from the thrusts. Then, with her legs up on his shoulders, she was in a perfect position to move freely and oh-so-quickly in short little jerks up and down his shaft, near its bulbous head. Janice couldn't resist taking another picture of the young man's horse-sized cock partly inside my wife.
I could tell by the pained look on his face that this young man would not last long with my wife wriggling like that. She was incredibly tight, for lack of experience with anything near the size of the behemoth invading her at that moment.

Her eyes rolled back in her head then, as she tossed around wildly, throwing herself at him with all her might...working more and more and more of his huge penis inside her. "Oh god... Oh god!" she whimpered, "soooo... good!!" And she fucked and fucked her way up and down as much of him as she could. Her level of excitement and the resulting stimulation of his penis was taking its toll on the young man. His face twisted up and he looked down at her, jamming himself in her harder and harder.

"Oh God DAMN! Oh...oh...oh!" And with that, he let go. "Oh...oh...oh!" He continued spasming, lost in the moment, dumping who knows how much semen inside my wife. I knew it was too late, but Janice approached him, softly put her hand on his shoulder and said "Sweetie, for her sake, maybe you should pull out now...know what I mean?" Janice's advice seemed to bring him back to reality, and he quickly did as she suggested. An audible slurping sound emitted from my wife, much like that of pulling ones foot out of a bucket of mud.

A huge glob of semen belched out of her...unlike anything I've ever seen...and it kept pouring out of her, forming a pool on the blanket that must have been 6 inches in diameter. My only thought was that "Holy shit! All of that was inside her!"

Meantime, Ed had not finished cumming...not by any means. He had his giant dong in both hands, jacking up and down on it like a madman... the lubricant, my wife's juices and remnants of all that cum making obscene slurping noises. He spurted again...and again...and again, the huge ropes of sticky semen flying at my wife's face, her hair, her arms, her thighs. And Janice took more pictures. Pictures of my wife splattered with cum. Pictures of Ed with his rock hard penis... swollen to the size of my arm.

When his spasms finally ended, Ed repositioned himself, kneeling near my wife's head. At this point his erection had subsided enough so that his cock hung down at an angle again, but he was still so big that the head of it brushed across her lips. As she lay there, stunned and simply fucked senseless, Ed reached down and gently brushed her cum-matted hair from her face. Then he began to rub the head of his cock all over it. He rubbed it across her cheeks and chin and lips. Her tongue darted out, lapping up the last drops of cum oozing from his still bloated cock. She reached up with her left hand and began to jack him again, swirling her tongue around the head of his big dick. He forced the head it of partway into her mouth again, hunching forward, trying to face fuck her. The young man was not successful. He had begun to grow hard again, and the head of his cock was simply too large to fit in my wife's mouth.

Just then Janice came to her rescue again. She walked up behind Ed and grabbed him by the shoulders "Slow down big boy...save some for me okay?" With that, Ed leaned back and collapsed on the ground next to my wife.

"Whew," was the only sound he made as he lay there absently staring into space.

I spent the next ten minutes using my hands to scrape cum that now covered her body and fed it to her. I was so caught up on the moment that this seemed normal. I even took a taste myself.

By then Ed and Janice had moved on. It hadn't occurred to me before then, but Janice had used my wife to "take the edge off" her well hung young lover...and it worked. I could imagine their lovemaking session lasting for hours on end then, with Janice manipulating his schlong between her huge breasts...jacking him...fucking him...making him cum like a madman.

We were due to eat dinner, but we skipped it. My wife said she was just too full of Ed's cum!! She literally had cum for dinner!!

As for my wife, she'd had quite an experience herself, however short lived...one that would take some time to recover from. I wondered if she would ever fully recover from it actually. Only time would tell.
As it turned out, time would tell that my wife truly would NOT fully recover from that experience. For one thing, Janice made enlarged copies of all the pictures she took, and mailed them to us. So my dear wife could look at them anytime she wanted.

On a separate note, she missed her period a few weeks after we returned home. She missed it again the next month, and the month after that.

My wife's bust was nowhere near the size of Janice's, but she had a substantial pair all the same. That is, until the latest development. She didn't just grow somewhat larger, her breasts quite literally doubled in size. And at less than 3 months along, she was no longer able to get her pants buttoned. She was delighted with the changes in her body...simply radiant..."glowing" you might say. Another month passed, and her breasts were even bigger still, she couldn't begin to fit in the insanely huge bras we'd bought, and she was quite visibly swollen pregnant. I remembered Ed's reaction to Janice's big breasts, and wondered "What would he think of my wife now?!" So the weeks passed, and I did my best to satisfy her insatiable appetite for sex. She wanted it twice a day...at least. Then one day, as we were sitting around the dinner table, she asked me..."honey, when can we visit that nature resort again?"

Saturday, June 5, 2010

A Terrible Change

Chapter 1

My name is Casey Ford. I am 30 years old living in the Upper West Side of Manhattan. I consider myself attractive, but not in an overly egotistical way. I had a good paying job as an attorney, and I thought I had a pretty good life. I was single, never been married and often undecided about whether to get married or to keep having one night stands. I know, pretty shallow.

As I write this however, I am not the same person I used to be and I don’t know if I will ever be the same again.

It's truly amazing as I look back at my life and what I took for granted. And I really took things for granted! I went to a good private college in New England, parents paid my way through law school and basically handed a job at a firm in the city. Nothing to brag about personality wise. I guess I never really had to work too hard on it. Like I said, I sort of took everything for granted. Women liked me and I liked them even more. I had lots of hookups, but I always thought I treated women with respect.

It all happened 3 years ago….

"Hey Casey, where do you want to go tonight? I was thinking some place more local up by your side. I've got a few clients in the area and I want to stay away from mid-town to avoid any contact with them!" John said

"That’s fine with me, let’s go to the Irish bar on my corner"

We met up at the local pub, and began drinking heavily that night, coronas eventually led to goose and redbulls. Across the bar from us was a group of late 20 something women chatting, laughing and occasionally looking over at us. I thought tonight will be a good night for me!

John "Hey, look at the pale chick with huge tits! Do you think those are real?"
"I'm not sure, they seem to be though. My god! Those might be the largest tits I've ever seen fake or not. I'll walk past her on the way to the bathroom and get a better look."
I made my way casually across the room. As I got closer, I started to blush and I hardly ever blush.  What is coming over me?! My eyes momentarily locked with the eyes of the pale redhead. I smile, she faintly smiled back. As I walked past her and into the bathroom I realized that I still didn’t get a closer examination of her enormous set. "Great, I'll have to check her out again on the way back."

I zipped my fly and headed back out. She was now standing and chatting to a friend. She wore a tight red v-neck sweater and tighter blue jeans. This girl was taller and prettier close up, possibly out of my league. My eyes darted down to her chest. She was easily a DD or maybe larger? I was never good at sizing boobs up, but they were huge! My eyes were glued to her big chest unable to control my gaze. She began surveying me before I had the chance to realize this. I looked up from her chest, and as our eyes met, she broke into a subtle grin. Quickly turning away with an unusual sense of embarrassment, I headed back to the bar.

John "So?"

"Yeah, I think they are real. Look how tall she is too. She must be close to 6 feet tall.
John "Who cares how tall she is, look at those tits! She is well past the letter D in the alphabet."

"How large do you think they are?"

John "I don’t know. Do they make them larger then DD?"

"I guess"

We continued to drink heavily into the night.

John "I think she is checking you out! Go over and talk to her dude! That chick is obviously proud of what her mother gave her! Look at her flaunt them to her friends!"
I was way too shy and apparently still not drunk enough to talk to this woman who was surrounded by 3 other nice looking girls and 2 guys in suits. If I drank more and went up to her, I would have made a fool of myself. I could tell that this girl wasn't into pick-up lines. So I did what is second best, and imagined myself lifting her skirt up and pumping her pale pussy like a champion.

John "You should have talked to her man. She's still here, go over to her, and ask her out on a date, or at least buy her a drink! Anyhow, thanks for the evening. I’m going to head home before Carol starts to freak out."

With John leaving, I watched the pale redhead laughing with her friends, those tits jiggling with each slight movement. I felt like a looser being unable to divert attention elsewhere, sitting at the bar by myself at 2 in the morning. I think it’s time for bed. As I lifted myself off the bar stool my ass had gotten so accustomed to over the past 3 hours, I turned one last time to save an image of this beauty. She turned slightly, looked in my direction and waved! Was it a wave for me? I looked behind me feeling like a drunk dumbass, but no one was behind me, embarrassed I left the pub.

Taxis were beeping, the streets were still alive with people, store lights flickering as the keepers prepared to shutdown, I crossed the street when I heard a woman shout in my direction. "Hey you!  Where are you going so early?"

I whipped around to find myself looking at the main topic of the evening’s conversation, the sultry redheaded woman standing across the street. Her group of friends had apparently abandoned her. “OK Casey, be cool, don’t screw this up.” I said under my toxic breath.

"It's no fun having your friend ditch you, so I figured my night is done with" I yelled back, attempting to keep sober composure.
Redhead "So you’re going home now?"

"I guess so" I shrugged.

"My friends also ditched me, but I'm not tired. Did you want to hang out for a drink or two?"

"Sure, that sounds great, any ideas" I shouted back

"There's a good bar just around the corner I hit sometimes" She said, making her way across the queued taxis.

We sat in the bar for what seemed like hours. Her name is Vicky Peterson, she is stunning for a pale redhead, usually not into redheads, but this girl was gorgeous. We talked about the usual boring activities like work, what I do for fun, what bars I like, you get the idea. It really didn't matter what we talked about, I was really getting into her for some reason other than the obvious huge tits, great body, pretty face and green eyes. It was the way she carried herself, very confident, educated and funny. She was the total package I kept thinking to myself.

Barkeep "Bar is closing. Time to finish up and get the hell out of my bar!"

Vicky "Let's go back to your place for the last drink. How’s that sound?
Not two seconds into my apartment, she grabs my hand and leads me blindly around until we get to my bedroom. Undresses me and throws me on my bed. As her clothes start to come off, my hands give help to the cause, slowly pulling her shirt up and revealing, yes, I know I keep saying it, the largest tits I have ever seen. Two perfect shaped mounds hugging the bra cups with visible force bounced before me. I gently peeled the huge bra off and watched her plump breasts fall and jiggle almost to her belly button! Very erect nipples stood proud in the middle of very pleasant and soft areolas. The nipples were large, each carrying the same width as my small finger and about a half inch long. I’ve never seen tits like these before! My hands went quickly to them, gently massaging them, rolling my fingers and gently pinching her nips, my hands went underneath both breasts, gently lifting them up to feel the weight. They were real.

Vicky's hands meanwhile were holding my throbbing cock. I watched her massage it, then pause and almost seemingly examine it like a scientist or someone who had never seen dick before.

"Looks like you have a nice sized cock. How big is it?” Vicky said with a coy smile.

"I don’t know, maybe 8 inches or so. Depends on how horny I get"

"Let’s get him horny then"
Right as I think she is going down on me, she instead gets on top of me, straddling my sides, grabs her right breast with both her hands and tells me to suck her nipple. I see the nipple coming towards me as she tells me this, and as I speak, the pinky sized nipple forces it’s way in my mouth and I’m sucking it with the orders she was giving to me.
Vicky "Keep sucking. Don’t stop until I say you can OK?"

I can barely see her face with these huge breasts canvassing most of my vision and with the big nipple in mouth, I begin to suck it harder. I sense something warm hit the back of my throat. Am I imagining this or did I just swallow some type of bodily fluid? I try to talk by lifting the breast away from me to ask her what just happened, but as I do this, she plows her heavy breasts back down onto my face.

"Don’t stop, suckle harder damn it!"

Did she just say suckle?? I am now drinking what I am sure is breast milk. It tastes warm and sweet. If I weren't so completely drunk, I probably would have thrown her off me and asked her what the fuck is going on, but for some reason, I didn’t care.
After...oh my god! 20 minutes of sucking and drinking her milk, she pulls her nipple out of my mouth and starts grabbing her left breast.

"Hey, what’s going on here? Is that milk I'm drinking?"

"I’m so sorry Casey, but my breasts are in such pain when they get full like this and being out at the bar, loosing track of time, I had forgotten to pump them earlier in the day and now they are completely swelled like balloons and they hurt terribly!”

"How old are you kids?" I asked.

"I don’t have any children"

"Then how..."

Vicky "It’s probably my hormones, doctor says it’s unusual, but not unhealthy and will eventually go away if I leave them alone, but the pain is so intense when they are engorged with milk. I've been doing this for a while now which is why my breasts are so abnormally large. So keep suckling!"

My mouth was once again filled, this time by the left nipple. Both her hands were atop the breast, rolling and massaging it.

"Please suckle harder"

I began to pull the large nipple harder and faster, then after a few moments the stream of hot milk hit my back throat at an alarming pressure.
Another 20 minutes passed as I continued to drink her breast milk.
"Thank you sooo much Casey! You have no idea how good that felt, and the best part is that the pain is gone, at least for now!” Vicky said as she wiped the last drop of milk from her emptied breasts.

"If you don’t mind me asking, how large are your breasts anyhow?" I asked as I held her hanging tits in my hands.

"I fluctuate some, but mostly I'm in the neighborhood of a 36J. Before I started lactating, I was a nice 36 borderline D cup, but my breasts have been so engorged for so long that they have actually grown considerably in size. I'm lucky that I have very few stretch marks, and love them, except for their weight and these blue veins that have become more noticeable." Vicky said pointing out several veins circling her nipples
I was speechless. I never heard of a J cup before. I started going down the alphabet to the letter J and realized she was well past a D cup! Wow!

She grabbed my cock and looked at it again like she was a crime scene investigator. She gave it a few tugs, then wrapped her mouth around it, starting talking, although I couldn't make out what she was saying as her head went slowly up and down my cock shaft, it didn't really matter. While she sucked, all I could think about was what had transpired over the past 40 minutes. I have never seen tits that big and I have certainly never been forced to suckle milk I thought to myself. I felt as though I had eaten a 7 course meal. Was it the vodkas I drank or was it the milk? Could it be possible??
"How much milk do you think I drank from you? I asked her.

Pausing from her cock slurping activities, "You about drank two liters more or less” she mumbled.

"How do you know this? That seems like a lot, isn't it??"

"You bet that’s a lot! That’s the amount I produce during each session usually, although tonight you may have had even more since I didn't pump before I went out tonight. My poor breasts were so desperate. You know something? You are really cute! I think I like you."
As she finished her sentence her hands worked her bra was being put back on, followed by her pants.

"Are you leaving?" I asked?

"I'm sorry, but it's late and I lost track of time. I have to work early today."

"But it's Saturday. What is it you do anyhow?"

Vicky "I’m a neuroscientist. I work for a private firm downtown and I've got some tests I need to finish up with this morning. I'm really sorry I can't stay, but I'd definitely like to see you again if that’s OK?"

"Uh sure, sounds great. I had a good time, but I guess I'm also feeling a bit tired. Do you want my number?

Vicky "That’s OK, I know where to find you"

She left my apartment almost as quickly as she entered it. That was a very strange encounter! No sex, just consuming gallons of her milk. What the fuck?! The strange part about it was that I still had this feeling of excitement about drinking her milk from the world's biggest tits. I somehow helped her relieve the pressure in her breasts. They seemed softer and less round I thought. “Did I just get played?” The thought continued to baffle me. “Was I used by this woman’s boobs?”

Over the next few weeks, Vicky would come over to my place, and it seemed as though we were becoming quite fond of each other. The more we hung out, the less she wanted to go out. 3 weeks had passed and I still hadn't fucked her yet. I pleaded with her, but she always said that she wanted to wait just a little bit longer when she thought the time was right. Every time like clockwork she would pull out one of her enormous, pale and engorged breasts for me to suckle on one at a time. She would hold my head close to her bosom, and if I tried to talk or move, she would push my head back into her. "Please don't stop suckling, I'm still so full."

A month went by. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my body. My diet hadn't changed, but it was obvious that I had gained weight. I stepped onto the scale. 210 pounds! I was 6 feet tall in good shape and had gained nearly 15 pounds in a month! This is highly unusual. I went to the kitchen to find my old trainers number when I paused....It has to be from Vicky! It has to be! I've been drinking her milk for the past month! And drinking lot's of it every day. I guess my diet has changed! I can't keep doing this. I should go over her apartment and talk to her about it. That’s the reasonable thing to do after all, isn't it? Wait a minute....I still haven't been to her apartment.

She vaguely described where it is, but I don’t know the exact whereabouts. I became rather paranoid at this point. Is she only interested in me for the task of emptying her breasts? I looked at my watch. She will be over in 4 hours. So I decided to wait it out.
Vicky knocked on my door, as I let her into my apartment, very few words were exchanged as she began to remove her top, this time revealing a white bra that was already stained from the pressure build up.

"Vicky, would you like to go out for dinner tonight?"

"Sure Casey, but first can you help me with these?"

"I don't know if I can continue to drink your milk. I weighed myself earlier today. I've gained 15 pounds this month! It has to be from your milk. I can't become a fat slob. I go to the gym 3 times a week as it is."

"Did I do something wrong?" Vicky pouted as she poked her wet tits into my chest.

"You didn't do anything wrong, it's just that I can't keep up with your crazy milk production."

"I thought we had a really nice thing going. I really like you and find you to be very cute and charming. I thought we were having a good time together. But if you can't help me with this small favor, I guess I understand, although, most men would kill to get at tits like these! Maybe you can suckle less each day?" She said as she placed her hand inside my pants.

"Um, I don't think that will work either. Trust me, I love doing it, I'm just not sure it's the best thing for me right now"

"I think I should leave now" she snapped as squeezed my dick.

Vicky left my apartment. She didn't seem that upset or un-phased by it, just left as if there was no emotional attachment. I was definitely being played!

That night I decided to stay in. I was in a confused state over the relationship I have with this girl as bizarre as it is, nevertheless I liked this girl. I really liked her. I got undressed and slipped into bed.

3am - I wake up to a vigorous knocking sound coming from outside. Is someone knocking my door? It has to be that crazy girl next door. Wiping my eyes, I get up from bed, stretch myself out..."Casey, please let me in" I could hear a muffled female voice calling my name through the door. It's Vicky. I throw a pair of running shorts on, and open the door....

Vicky is standing in the door, wearing an all black outfit, looking very serious, as I adjust my eyes and beyond Vicky to my confusion I see two large men standing firmly behind her. Vicky moves out of the way.

“MmPhhhmmfff"

I wake up. My eyes are still closed and my head hurts. I must have drank too much last night. Then the events slowly return to memory. Vicky came over last night. What happened? Did she stay over? I begin to open my eyes....something isn't right. I'm lying on my back. I can feel my shorts on from last night. I focus at the tiled ceiling in the low lighting above me. Tiled ceiling? What fuck? Am I still dreaming? I lift my head and see a door. Why is the door straight ahead? I move my arm to sit up and collect my bearings. My arm stays put as I hear a rattling sound. I'm tied to my bed! Ouch! What the fuck is going on!! I realize I am not in my bed, or in my bedroom and I am chained and on my back.

The door opens...

Vicky comes in the room. She is wearing a white lab coat.

"Why are you wearing.."

"Good morning Casey. You've been sleeping for 3 days. How do you feel?" Vicky asks me.
"How do I feel? I feel terrible, my head hurts and.....hold on a minute, where the fuck am I?? What is going on here!?"

"We've had you sedated for several days. I actually wasn't expecting you to wake up until this afternoon. I really like you Casey, but we need you for a couple of tests."
"Who is we, and what do you mean by tests?" I ask her. I am now feeling very worried and
fight back the tears in my eyes.

"I really can't explain too much to you. I will tell you this however. I am the leader of a specialized group of scientists. Over the years we have gained several important and very influential investors that has allowed us to discover breakthroughs in science that most of the world still thinks is impossible. One breakthrough for example are my breasts. We have developed a drug to stimulate breast tissue enough to causing a certain growth pattern. I have been using this drug myself for nearly 4 months. The natural effect to the growth however is lactation as you are already aware of. We have developed and created all kinds of amazing drugs here, however the most important test is what brings you to us." Vicky said.

"But what does..."

"Let me finish please. One of our projects which we had thought went terribly wrong turned out to be perhaps the biggest breakthrough in modern science! We used male and female lab rats to alter their thought patterns. What we eventually found was that we can save, and re-write the animal’s brain pattern or footprint and switch the footprint over to another rat. The result: We were able to switch the brain from the male rat to the female rat and vice versa. Now this is where it hits home. For me to continue and garner the respect I deserve, I can no longer stay as a woman in my position. My body and my breasts are too much an object for sexual desire. In my field of work I need to be taken seriously. After successful experiments on our lab rats, I decided that I would put myself forth as the ultimate experiment. And you Casey, are the other half. You and I will forever be bonded in some way or another. I will soon inhabit your body, and as a generous gift and the trust I have in you, I will give you my body in return.” Vicky said
I was in complete disbelief as I continued to listen to her unveil her plans as I lay immobilized and at her mercy.

“The other thing I should tell you is this. The drug I began taking for breast growth has for some unknown reason not stopped. It appears that it somehow has tampered with my hormones. In other words, my body is no longer under the influence of the drug, but we can't figure out how to make my breasts stop growing. I’m so sorry Casey, but I need to do this. It took me a long time to find the right subject. You know something else sweetie? You and I are actually very similar. We both like women," she whispered as she ran her fingers through my hair. The joys you will have and the respect you will learn in my vessel will be like nothing else you can possible imagine.” Vicky went on.
"You need to let me go! I don’t know what the fuck you think you can do, but you are obviously a fucking crackpot. Just please let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone about your secret club."

“Oh this is a secret, but it’s far more than just a club!” Vicky said. “You see Casey” Rachel continued as she framed her body using her hands. This body, my body is all part of a design. We are creating a master race of women here. Women who will eventually take the reigns from your so called “mankind” and lead the world to a better life. That’s all I will say for now. You will someday realize just how lucky you are that I have picked you for this test and perhaps you might one day thank me for it.” Vicky said with a smile.
It was at that moment that I mustered all my strength to break free, but it was no use. Vicky seemed uninterested in my attempts to break free.

"Casey, I've been following you for the past 6 months. Like I said, you were the finalist in my selection. You have all the attributes that I seek for my new body. I can't let you go. So please calm down. Rachel, you can come in now." Vicky motioned.

An attractive blonde woman probably mid to late 30s entered the room sternly looking me over, vaguely resembling a nurse. Vicky turned her back to whisper something to the woman and I began to struggle with all my energy to break free.

"Casey, please don't struggle. You are bound with titanium bracelets around your wrists, ankles and midsection. Save your energy for later. We will eventually free you, but you must cooperate with us.” Rachel said.

"Fuck both of you and let me out of here!" This was worse than any nightmare I have EVER had. I wanted to go home. My head hurt, my body ached as I was held captive by psychotic lunatics who thought they could perform impossible experiments on me.

Rachel stood beside me, lifted the front of my shorts and peered inside. "Very impressive Vicky! I think that’s a perfect size for you. It's not too big, but far from small." Rachel said as she pumped my penis, inspecting it as if it were some kind of fruit.
“Hey, that’s my penis your touching! Hands off!” Vicky said grinning at Rachel. "We will talk about that later! Casey, again, I'm very sorry, but I have no choice. It had to be someone. We'll let you go after the test is over. We have already created the necessary ID's for you. Well, most of them, the rest we will simply swap. You will live in my apartment, and from there as far as what you decide to do for work is up to you."
"You are both crazy bitches! I demand you let me go now!! There must be something I can do to undo these bracelets!?"

"Rachel, I'll leave the rest to you," Vicky said.

With that, Vicky left the room in her white lab coat, while Rachel prepared an odd looking syringe with clear fluids.

"It's just like any other needle. It won't hurt," Rachel said.
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Is this all a dream? It has to be! I slowly came back to consciousness, afraid I was gravely mistaken. My eyelids, heavy, slowly opened to a bright room. I was standing?! Still locked in by the bracelets. Shock and panic set in quickly. I was completely naked and standing in front of me were about 30 people mostly wearing lab coats. Still drowsy, but conscious enough to know this was not a dream, I tried to free myself with desperation and a struggle I can't even describe to this day as I could no longer fight back the tears. Rachel, the nurse from yesterday started to quickly approach me, but was stopped by a man wearing a suit underneath his lab coat.

"Casey, I am Dr. Walters. I will be overseeing the project and I am here to make sure both you and Dr. Peterson are not harmed during the transfer. It is important to your safety that you do not try to remove yourself from these bracelets. If you try to squirm, you could end up with a degree of permanent brain damage. Once in the tube, our computer will take a recording of your brain, save it, then re-write the footprint to the other brain, thus completing the swap" The doctor turned to face his colleagues and clapped his hands together.

"Let us begin, shall we?"
Rachel again approached me and began to apply an oil to my skin, covering my entire body. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Vicky. She was completely naked. Her body was glistening as she stood clamped into the same restraints that kept me in this terrible place. She looked over and gave me a wink. A wink? Fuck you!

The Dr. came over to me, placing a device that resembled some type of high-tech looking metal wire mesh, fitting it around my head. I could feel wires attaching themselves to several points on my cranium, neck, shoulders, spine, chest, legs and arms. Next, the Dr. brought over goggles and what looked like a gas mask. "We are placing you in a liquid. Please keep this mask on. This will allow you to breathe while you are in the tube.
Dr Walters "OK, They are both ready!"

Two large men approached me, spun me around and there in front of me stood two 10 to 12 foot tall clear tubes filled with some kind of blue liquid. The tubes stood about 5 feet apart from each other with an opening at each top. Wires led from one tube to the other and back to a large computer hosting multiple monitors, a keyboard resembling some type of professional looking sound board with various instruments and dials. As they wheeled me closer, my heart thumped hard and pressed against my chest walls. Clearly I was having a heart-attack! The gas mask now fitted over my mouth, began streaming air into my lungs and in several moments I felt more relaxed. Why do I feel so relaxed?

I heard some type of piston whirring beneath me as I was mechanically lifted off the ground. My ascent continued until I was suspended what seemed like 30 feet in the air. The machine then quickly lowered me down again. My feet felt wet. Although I was completely held paralyzed by the contraptions around my head, I knew what was happening. They were lowering me into the tube. My eyelids started to feel heavy again. Is this the end of my life? I thought to myself for a few moments. Am I going to die like this? I feel so humiliated. Why me, why me why mmeeeh.

- 4 hours later

"huh?" I opened my eyes. I was surrounded by blue reflections caused by the smooth curvature of the tube. I could make out several people walking in front of the tube. I saw someone point at me as a watery shuffle of people gathered around me. I felt cool air rush into the face mask again. My eyes slowly closed.

- 8 hours later

I awake in the tube. I can barely make out the blue shapes outside the tube, but I know they are people and mostly watching me. I feel a slight panging sensation around my neck. As I look through the goggles, the metal globe that was fixed to me is lifted up and away from my head. Still submerged within the blue liquid, I turn my head slightly to the right and focus my eyes on what appears to be another tube. I can make out the shape of a human form, but it appears longer and flatter. I thought Vicky was in the tube, but this shape doesn’t seem to have the unmistakable large breasts attached to it that I could still make out when I was put in the tube earlier. I see the other shape start to move their arms as they are being lifted out of the tube. Why aren't they lifting me out as well? Please, get me out of here! As I watch, the form is lifted from the other tube, raised far above the tube as I watch the descent downward to the floor where a group of people gather around the body and carry it down a corridor. Well, that’s definitely not Vicky Peterson, but who is that? What kind of bullshit is this??

I hear the whirring sound again, and I am soon lifted out of the tube, still half conscious, I fight to keep my eyes open. The machine sets me back on terra firma, Dr. Walters removes the goggles from my eyes. I can barely understand or hear him, but I am aware that he is talking to someone. I can make out the room filled with people. Dr. Walters approaches me slowly, looking at me from head to feet. "Is your name Casey?" I pause a moment, then nod my head yes. The room breaks into a large applause. Dr. Walters "OK, that’s enough. We need to let Casey rest. Please release her braces.
I am moved another 10 feet and I see Rachel come over to me and wrap a hospital gown over me. Several of the same looking large men help me onto the bed. Aren't these the same men as before? They seem taller. My mind quickly shifts to how great it feels to not have my hands and feet tied like a slave.

I press my hand against my thigh to work out a sudden knot. My thigh feels a lot softer from what I remember. My muscles must have atrophied somewhat from being held prisoner by these sick cult fucks! As soon as I get my strength back I’m going to pay these fuckers back in court! I rub my eyes, clearing my vision as I try to recount what exactly has happened. “That’s odd” I think to myself. I look at my hands. “They seem different, but what..” I turn my hands over and as I do so, the first thing I notice are my finger nails, painted in a light reddish color. “Why are my nails painted!!??” I ask out loud, trying to catch my breath, but no one answers. "oh no" can it be? My heart races, I look down and my worst fear is realized. I look at the hospital gown I am in, and beneath my shoulder line shaping the gown are two very large and round objects moving with every small change in direction of the cart. My right hand with nail polish finds its way underneath the gown. I feel soft yet firm and hanging mounds of flesh bulging out from my chest. Oh no oh no oh noooo!! My hand runs underneath the flesh, then around to the right side which feels tighter then the underside. My fingers extend to my nipple, which feels much larger then what I remember.

"You know, a lot of women would kill to have breasts like yours. You should be very appreciative of them, and make sure to take good care of them." Rachel said as she noticed my sudden reaction.

"I don't have breasts! I don't, I don.., what is happening to me???"

Rachel "You will see shortly, but I must say you are a very attractive woman!"

"Oh my god! I am not a woman!!! Please wake me up from this terrible nightmare, someone help me!!”

I screamed at the top of my lungs. My hands covered my mouth. "Who’s voice was that?!"

I felt a terror set in as I began to shake. “That’s Vicky’s voice” I said aloud and in panic. It really happened somehow. I am inside Vicky's body. "Holy shit! Oh no oh no oh no!!"

"And I must also confess, I'm a bit jealous. I wish it was me going in the tube. You really have all the right goods in all the right places. You’ll see them soon enough" Rachel laughed. As they continued to wheel me down the hallway, another pain set in, this one much more front and center, although my head no longer hurt, I felt this burning pain gradually building in my breasts, along the sides the pain seemed to be the greatest concentration. "Why is my chest burning like this?" I cried out loud.

"You are long overdue for a milking, look down at your gown! My goodness Casey, you are leaking like a faucet! We need to get those breasts under control soon," Rachel said, shaking her head.

I look back down at the flesh mounds and see what she means. "This is not supposed to be happening to me! Why did you do this to me??!!!"

The wet area around the gown slowly spreads wider and farther from the nipples, the cold sensation of wet fabric on the big breasts beneath my gown causes my nipples to harden, all the while the pain continues its cruel punishment on me.

"I'm going to help you into that chair over there," Rachel said.

She lifts my right shoulder and slings it over her shoulder. I feel a great shift in weight as I feel my right breast lifted. I look down at my gown again and determine that these are going to be very cumbersome until I can figure out a way to get my old body back. She sits me in the chair.

Across the room, she wheels over a machine with two hoses attached followed by glass rings at the end.

"OK, now lift your hands high over your head, please."

As I lift my hands, again I feel the weight from my chest lift up. Rachel then pulls the gown off me, leaving my fully nude and exposed. My hands quickly race to cover my chest. I look down to see my hands pressing my chest together, forming a line of cleavage that almost touches my chin. “I must be imagining this” I thought as I continued to cover the fleshy mounds somehow attached to my body.

Rachel laughed "I've seen breasts before, although yours are really spectacular, I must confess!"

My face turned bright red, I can't understand why I am flushed like this. Why am I not angrier? I feel totally beaten, tired, and throbbing with an indescribable pain building in my chest.

Rachel swings the machine in front of me, sits down in the chair next to me, flips the red switch in the top of the machine and it begins a vacuous sound as the hoses kick back slightly. She then takes my hands and pulls them away from my breasts and places them in my lap. I look down and look closer at my chest. I feel humiliated! Why me?! I realize just how large and heavy my breasts are when I move slightly to the left and feel the bottoms just slightly brush against my forearms resting on my thighs.

How am I going to run or escape with these?

"Since your boobs have already been conditioned by the pumps, it really won’t hurt much, might feel like a pinching sensation at first, but your nipples will quickly adjust." She took the hoses and brought them up to my breasts. "These are professional grade pumps. When you first, or should I say Vicky……when Vicky first started using pumps, she quickly outgrew the personal pumps as her breasts grew and swelled with an abundance of milk. These are very strong and will work quickly removing your milk supply. It’s what dairy farmers use to milk their cows with." She applied the hoses to the nipple and I watched in horror as the nipples and part of the areola travelled what seemed an impossible distance into the glass fittings.

My hands quickly went back to my breasts, unsure of what I should be doing.

Rachel "Good! Softly massage each breast. This will help release the milk evenly." I looked back down at my breasts and felt a tingle in my left nipple, watching as a thick white stream of fluid shot out and streamed down the hose. A second tingle followed shortly after in my right nipple as I watched two streams gushing out of me.

"How long do I need to do this?" I asked

"It will depend. These boobs haven't been milked in over a day now. I’m surprised you aren't crying from the pain actually. Might take an hour, maybe less. Once the milk stops coming out, your done. It's that simple. In the closet, you will find clean clothes, some of which will look familiar as they belonged to Vicky. Please make yourself at home!" She winked at me with a slightly twisted smile.

Rachel left and closed the door. I could hear a lock, but did not feel the need to test it at the moment. I was trapped in the room and felt too weak to attempt an escape. The pain in my breasts was slowly lessening, thank goodness! What am I saying? I can't believe this is happening to me!! As the pain became less and less, my conscience started to fully restore itself. I felt another sensation in my lower stomach. I needed to piss. I shook my head with defeat as I recognized an uncertain feeling between my legs. I pushed my breasts apart and looked down between my legs for the first time. As I suspected my penis was not to be found. I have never cried this much in my life let alone one day. My right hand cupped the mound where my penis used to be. I felt a tuft of hair as I moved my hand to see a mixture of blonde and red hairs.

My hand moved back and allowed a finger to cautiously explore. This is not happening! I kept whispering over and over again with disbelief. I maneuvered my index finger down farther and found the opening to my vagina. My fucking penis!! Fuck those bastards!!!!!!!
20 minutes went by and the milk was still flowing vigorously out of my nipples. I began squirming and shifting my wide hips from side to side, struggling not to wet myself. I really have to piss. I leaned towards the machine, feeling my chest free fall on my legs as I flipped the switch to 'Off' and managed to catch the hoses as they fell off my nipples. I braced myself and walked to the bathroom holding the walls to avoid from falling over assisting my weak as most of my body still felt drained. Lifting the toilet lid I remembered that I have to sit down now, right? Sitting on the cold seat another problem set in. My nipples. I realized that the breasts were still shooting streams of milk out of them and onto my naked legs, running down my stomach and thighs. As I began to piss, I felt the hot stream from my crotch spill into the toilet. This is so fucking strange! My fingers clamped my nipples and I was able to stop the streams of hot milk. I flushed the toilet and as I did this I felt a dampness in my bare crotch realizing that I needed to dry myself as I had seen past girlfriends do. I washed my hands, dried them off and walked carefully out of the bathroom trying not to fall over from the sedatives now wearing off. Back in the room, I found an entire set of women's clothing in the closet.

Folded on the lower shelf I found some jeans neatly stacked, beneath the jeans in one of the drawers I found underwear. I quickly and carefully slipped a pair of laced underwear over my legs and around my waist. Such small underwear! I slipped the jeans on which fit snug against my thighs, struggling to pull them over my hips. I have never worn jeans this tight before. I discovered a collection of bras in the other drawer, most of which looked like their sole purpose was to hang grapefruits in. I pulled the first one out, followed by a grey button-down shirt, or blouse I guess. I walked back to the chair topless with bra and shirt in hand and set them on the bed beside me. Flipped the red switch back on, and reattached the pumps to my aching chest. All I could do was stare at what hung below me. I ran my hands over them, careful not to disturb the pumps sucking at the nipples which were becoming increasingly sore.

--20 minutes later

I look down at my chest, blurry eyed, almost asleep, still exhausted, and see the pumps still working my nipples, but the milk doesn’t appear to be coming out and the pain in my chest is gone!  I flip the switch off. I move over to the bed, my breasts sway with each step. I sit down to examine the bra. It’s an enormous white bra, no lace thankfully. I fumble with it to find the tag. The tag says "36JJ!" I exclaim. “Vicky said they were a J!”

"That’s because they are growing." I hear a distant male voice through the door.

"May I come in? Are you decent?"

"Who is it!!?"

"It's me Vicky"

Chapter 2

“Could Vicky really be in my body?” I asked myself. I felt my legs tremble. My heart pounded. I grabbed the blouse and slid my arms into the sleeves. I heard the door lock click as I furiously tried to button the blouse.

“I’m coming in.”

The door gently swung open and there stood my former self. I felt a flash panic as I shivered in fear at what I was seeing before me. I clutched my hands and fingers into the flesh of my soft thighs trying to rationalize the new situation. How the fuck is this happening??!!

“You look so great! I know it’s only been a few hours. How are you adjusting?”

“If I had all my strength, I would murder you!!” I yelled as loud as my feminine voice would carry.  “How could you do this to me? Why Vicky?”

I looked helplessly into my former brown eyes. The expressions on her face were oddly different. The way she walked and carried herself was still very much the Vicky I knew previously, except that now as she stood before me, she was the stronger one, taller and full of confidence and a thief inside my body.

Vicky walked over and sat on the opposite side of the bed. As she sat down, my hands went back to buttoning the shirt in an attempt to cover my chest from her view. At the 3rd button from the button, my fingers began to struggle. This is one of her shirts, so it must fit.

“Casey, there is no need to hide those breasts from me! I’ve spent a close to a lifetime with them. When I came out of the tube, I cried for almost an hour. It felt so strange not having them any more. They look amazing! It’s such a shock to see what they look like from afar! I think they have grown a bit also. Do they feel OK? Not too heavy, I hope.”

My hands continued to fumble with the buttons as tears streaked down my face. I shot a quick glance down where the fat breasts were now spilling over the top of the button I was trying to manage.

Vicky “Even if you do get the button, you will never get the rest of them. My……or should I say, your breasts… are too big for that shirt. That blouse fit me several weeks ago, last time I tried it on it was a struggle and barely made it. Evidently, they are now much too large for it. We are working on a drug that will hopefully stop the growth, so please don’t worry so much. Try to enjoy it. You are experiencing something that is completely rare and secretive in all aspects. You are a part of history, my dear!”
Vicky stood back up, walked over to the closet and began rummaging through various articles of clothing.

Vicky “Here, try this shirt on. It should fit that chest of yours perfectly!”
I continued to stare at my former self unsure of what to say or what to do. My body continued to tremble and I felt paralyzed. I felt like I was going to cry again. I wasn’t in control and felt completely helpless sitting on the bed as I watched her.
“Here, let me help. You should put a bra on first however. Swelled breasts like these don’t do well on they’re own.” She chuckled. She began to unbutton my white blouse, feeling another great shift in gravity on my heavy chest as they fell almost into my lap. I felt so weak and helpless. “Yes, they are noticeably larger. I see you have already used the pumps! Good girl! That is something I truly do not miss!”

She lifted the bra resting beside me and examined it briefly, checking the tag in the back.
“It looks like we picked a good bra to wear for you. This should fit you as well. Have you seen one of these bras before? Here, let me show you. It has removable cups so you can express your milk easier without having to undo the clasps in the back. It’s a nursing bra for all intensive purposes. You will learn all about this kind of stuff,” Vicky said

“Check this out!” Vicky said. She moved a step to the side, pulling her sleeve up. She began flexing her arm like a body builder. “Pretty cool huh?” She said “I can tell you took good care of this body. I will continue to treat it well, I promise! I love having muscles like this! Look at them!” She said.

Without any rational thinking, I lunged for her, striking her in her mid section. “You sick fuck! Give me my life back!” I screamed in a high pitch that rung my ears.
Vicky grabbed my desperate arms and pulled them outward. My chest was fully exposed for a moment as she pushed me back to the bed.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, dear.” Vicky warned.

I looked helplessly at the bra in her hand and then back down to the floor, sobbing hysterically.

“Can I please have the bra?” I begged staring at my shifting feet. All I wanted was to somehow snap out of this nightmare and back into my old body. I felt so embarrassed at the public display of the huge and dangling chest. Vicky tossed the dark blue nursing bra and I quickly worked the straps over my shoulders and dropped breasts into the cups. I fastened the back of the bra and felt my chest being pulled up and together, forming impressive cleavage. I looked down to see them again. Some of my chest was puffing over the top when I inhaled, but at least I was able to hide them from view.

“That’s better isn’t it? You need to learn how to behave and cope with yourself. Nothing is going to change. Once you realize this, things will get easier for you! We are going to need larger shirts and bras for you soon, come to think of it.” Vicky said changing the subject. “I will do my best to make sure you are comfortable while you are here as long as you cooperate. Now that we have a bra that fits, try on the shirt here.”
I reached over and took a navy blue short sleeved blouse from her. I stretched my hands and arms over my head and again feeling a great weight on my chest lift as I threw the shirt on. I managed to pull it over my chest and although tight it covered them past my stomach.

Vicky looked at my old watch, “You will most likely need to pump yourself between 4-5 times per day, well….at least that was my schedule when I was me or you I should say. It’s so weird looking at you in my body, isn’t it? Do whatever works for you though. Don’t wait too long, or else they begin to swell with pain and they will leak all over the place. Leaky breasts are definitely something to avoid! I still can’t get over how much they have swelled since yesterday. I think they have gone up at least another cup size.”

“But what am I supposed to do now??” I asked, breaking out in tears again!

“I’m not sure what you mean, Casey? You can do pretty much anything you want to do. We will take care of you while you get adjusted to your new body and while we work to figure out a solution for your breasts. By the way, you don’t have to stay confined to this room. If you go down the hallway, you will find the interior courtyard and a library off to the right. To the left you will find a gym with a pool and sauna in it. I think that should supply you with everything you need over the next few days. I’m going to leave you now. I have a lot of work to do. I also need to swing by your apartment and get the rest of your wardrobe and a few personal items.”

I watched Vicky leave the room in my body. I sat still on the bed, still feeling numb from the unexplainable situation of seeing my body on her. I began crying again. God, I have never cried this fucking much before. “Pull it together!” I said to myself. I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked around the room, looking more closely at the machine sitting in the corner of the room, I noticed a large clear container with white fluid in it. Is this from me? I walked over to the container, lifted the hose off the top lid and smelled the contents. Breast milk. I soon realized in horror how much liquid was in the container. “There has to be close to a gallon of milk in here! How is this possible??”

I sat back on the bed and felt a sharp and sudden pain along my lower ribcage. I placed my hands along the cups of the nursing bra, realizing it was the wire inside the bra jutting fiercely into my ribs. I closed the hallway door to my room and went into the bathroom. I lifted the shirt off, placing my fingers beneath the cup frames. I reached around back and unhinged the hooks. I slowly pulled the bra down, watching my chest fall back to its natural state. I lifted them up and could see the marks left by the bra. As I rubbed my sore ribs, I watched my hands and wrists completely disappear underneath the flesh. I turned my body to the side, examining my chest from all angles in the mirror.

They looked like huge teardrops from the side, with the lowest part of the breast hanging about 2 inches from my belly-button. My sore and protruding nipples wobbled slightly as I shifted my foot and watched as they continued to dance with the areolas. The nipples must be a good 5-6 inches away from my chest wall I thought. “How can I go around in public with these?” I pulled my hands out from underneath my chest and unzipped my pants and pulled off them off along with the lacey underwear. I stood in the mirror and for the first time, closely looked myself over. Such a pretty figure! I ran my hands over my body, covering my hands around the smooth curves of my legs around to my back, turning my hips slightly and watching my hands as I gently grabbed my buttocks. So Incredibly soft and smooth, yet firm and tight. This ass is definitely bigger than it was with my former self, but it seems to work on this body, I thought to myself. I spread my legs apart and ran my hands along the sides of my vagina, pulling the folds apart. This was the first time I had really seen Vicky’s pussy. We had fooled around, but had never gotten to her nether regions. I felt an electric tingle course from my inner thighs, through my groin and up to my chest as my index finger began rubbing the clitoris. I had done this many times before, but never could I have imagined that I would be one day standing in front of a mirror performing this to myself! This feels way too intense! I pulled my slick fingers out, running them through my hair and scalp. “Everything seems taller and bigger as I looked at my surroundings. I must be a good 4 inches shorter then I used to be and a good 50 pounds lighter,” I estimated as I continued to examine my feminine face and long reddish hair, layered and falling just below my collar bone. I leaned into the mirror looking at my green eyes, blinking several times in hopes that I would wake up normal. I puckered my lips and invented facial expressions to see what I looked like. “Such a pretty face, and feminine in all aspects,“ I pondered. As I continued to draw closer to the mirror, my attention turned as I felt my chest make contact with the sink counter.

The view below was blocked slightly by the red hair falling in front of me. My eyes couldn’t resist looking at them. “I used to play with these” I thought to myself. I stood straight up and arched my back revealing the huge chest and for the first time, I didn’t have to use my arms to help myself back up. I must be regaining my strength. As I continued looking myself over in the mirror, I thought how gorgeous my body is with sex written all over. “The sole purpose of this body is to be fucked” I determined. “I need to figure out how to get out of this fuck machine! I can’t live my life like this.”

I stepped inside the shower and stood there, letting the water jets hit my body. For a moment which seemed like hours I let myself forget about the body I was in, where I was and the circumstances surrounding me. “Just make all this all go away, please.” Moments passed and I snapped back to reality and began washing myself. I grabbed the soap and lathered it over every surface of my body. My hands still felt uncertain as they washed different curves and body parts. “How do I wash this??” looking down between my breasts at the opening between my legs I asked myself. I guided the soap and ran it inside the folds. For a minute it felt good, but was quickly replaced with a stinging sensation. “This can’t be the right way to wash it.” My fingers quickly made their way to the opening and I tried with my best effort to get the soap out of my stinging vagina.

The stinging feeling went away, but was replaced by another sensation. My chest! “Again? Are you fucking serious! “ The pain in my chest was building back up, the same one I had earlier. I poked the sides of my chest and could tell right away where the pain was coming from. I stepped out of the shower, dismissing my hair which had not been shampooed, grabbed the towel, and dried myself off. As I walked back to the room, I found a tray with food on it, sitting at the end of the bed. I wrapped the towel around my waist and sat in the chair with dripping wet hair. “God, I need to get this milk out!”
My left hand vigorously massaged my chest, taking turns clenching each breast as my right hand fumbled with the controls on the machine. With the machine turned on and the hum of the motor going, I attached the hoses to each nipple and once firmly attached, my hands rubbed and kneaded at engorged chest. Several moments later, the milk made its way out and into the tubes.

There was a knock at the door. “Are you pumping in there?”

“Yes, who is it?”

“It’s Rachel. I’m coming in. Next time you need to pump, please let me know when you done so I can empty the containers. Look at them! They are nearly full. Do you want milk to spill all over the floor?”

“I don’t give a fuck about spilling onto the floor. I need to get out of this damn body and get the hell out of here”

“Well, aren’t you getting feisty! Looks like you are getting your senses back.”

Rachel wasn’t wearing the lab coat she had worn from last time. I couldn’t help but notice her cleavage in her v-neck. Her breasts were large, maybe a D cup and it appeared like she was pushing them up for display. She made her away around the room, picking up several outfits Vicky had laid out.

“You need to pump regularly. I can tell from the pained expression on your face that you are waiting too long. Oh…and don’t think I am unaware that you’re looking at my tits. I guess changing bodies hasn’t made you any less of a pervert!”

“Wha?……I see, but it’s OK for you to gawk at my chest is it??!!”

“Sweetie, that’s not a chest you’re sporting, those are practically udders. So stop calling it a chest. You have boobs and they are making enough milk to feed a family of five! It’s my job to look after them as much as we need to look after you, and I can look at them as much as I need to.”

“Look after them!?? What are you talking about bitch?” I asked, getting angrier by the second.

“Look at you and your slutty body, helpless and needy with your growing udders hooked up to a machine, pumping milk out like some kind of freaky cow.“ She came closer to me, running her fingers on the top of my left breast, gazing at them as if the rest of me wasn’t there. I grabbed her arm and found that her hand despite my struggle to stop her, continued to stroke my breast. This bitch is stronger than me? “They are so big and juicy, poor things need to be suckled all the time or they get angry, don’t they?” She whispered. “How would they like it if I took the machine away?” She asked me, turning her attention momentarily away from them. “Don’t you dare call me a bitch again,” she said calmly, glaring at me with a sense of superiority. With violence, her hands squeezed my breasts and she ripped of the suction cups and held them up to my face. Milk continued to spray from my breasts. “I own you while you are here and you will respect me!” she said. She leaned over and placed the cups onto the floor, milk slowly spilling from them. “Make sure to clean up this mess when I’m done here. And oh yeah, don’t you dare call me a bitch again.”

She stood up, walked over to the door and locked it, placing the key into her pocket. I was in another person’s body completely terrorized with fear. I knew I had to succumb to her while I was here if I am going to get out of here. I was at her mercy. She walked back over to me. “My goodness. You poor thing! You are shaking!

“Did I make you upset? You didn’t like having the pumps ripped off your big fat tits? Let’s make a pact that I help you and you help me. How does that sound?” With that, speechless, I watched as she grabbed a pillow from the bed and sat down on the floor beside my chair. “Come here and sit” Rachel motioned. I had no choice as I sat back down. Her hands began fondling my chest. She drew her lips near my engorged chest, paused for a moment and then licked my left nipple, looked briefly up to me as her tongue circled my nipple. Her head bowed back down and I turned to watch as her mouth completely consumed my sore nipple. She slurped and sucked on it like a hungry animal. My hands wanted to choke her neck. I had no way of getting out of this place. I placed my hands down at my sides. I could only watch in terror at what was happening.

“You have such big nipples! And your milk is so rich and warm. I suckled Vicky a few times when she first started this project. When we bought this machine however, she stopped letting me at them. I can’t tell you how long I have been craving your sweet milk!” She said between her greedy suckles. “Having it from the containers is good, but it’s just not the same as it is from the source.”

I watched her lips squeeze and tighten around my areola, taking in as much nipple and into her busy mouth as she could. I felt completely used and embarrassed. I felt out of control. My chest was desperate to be suckled her lips felt so good. I looked back down as she had placed both her hands firmly around my left breast, guiding it like a bottle, drinking what seemed an impossible amount of fluid.

“OK, I’m done for now. You can figure out what to do with the other breast. I can’t possibly help with that one. I’m completely full,” she said as she wiped the glossy milk from her chin. “I’ll be back in later to check up on you. Remember, this is our little secret. I hope you understand that.” She said as she kissed my forehead, rubbing my chest one last time. She walked out of the door, and my eyes began to well up once again. “I’m not going to cry!”

My nipple felt cold as I rubbed it dry with a corner of the bed sheet. It felt almost as hard as a finger, sore, and the areola was blotchy from her lipstick and the intense sucking that lasted almost 30 minutes. I turned the machine back on, with the pain still building in my right breast, “just on hold” as I collected my senses again and re-hooked the pump. I was relieved she was gone. I felt violated and used. It all seemed very surreal still. It has to be a dream! I reached over for the plate of food, and began eating while I let the machine drain my other breast.

I sat on the bed staring at the white wall across from me unable to think like I used to. My old self would have taken charge and gotten out of this mess, I thought to myself, but Rachel seemed so much stronger than me. As a multitude of thoughts continued to run through my head, I observed that the clothes I was wearing from the closet weren’t too girly at least. I found a loose t-shirt that fit me well and a pair of gray cotton gym shorts. I desperately needed to sleep. My right breast, although pumped, still felt tighter then the left one. I feared sleeping in this hidden laboratory, but this frail and top heavy body I was in was making it difficult to do anything but. I slipped into bed and assumed my normal sleeping position……This isn’t going to work! I felt my chest flatten beneath me as it spread out in all directions, riding up my neck, pushing my arms out, and just overall discomfort. I turned and slept on my side, pulling the sheets over my shoulders.

--Next Morning

“Good morning Casey. I brought you some……………Oh my! What have we here!”

I faintly heard the door open and the sound of a voice that I recognized.

“Well, it looks like you are adapting to your body just fine. Would you just look at yourself! You’re such a greedy tit sucking slut aren’t you!?” Rachel said.

I slowly opened my eyes to find Rachel hovering over my bed. In my dazed and groggy vision I looked over at the clock which read 7:40 am. Something wasn’t right. At the bottom of my sight, I saw the hazy shape of white flesh pressed against my face with Rachel standing behind it. I felt my mouth sucking what seemed to be my thumb. “I haven’t sucked my thumb since I was 4?” I thought to myself. I fixed my sleepy eyes on Rachel who was walking slowly towards me. As my vision focused, the white mound became apparently obvious that it was my right breast. My right hand was beneath the heavy mass guiding it towards my face. “I am sucking my own breast?!” I realized with great embarrassment. How long have I been sucking my nipple for?! I slowly drew the bed sheet covering my half exposed breasts. Still half asleep, I realized that my nipple was still in my mouth after covering them from view.

“Do whatever makes you happy!” She laughed.

As she leaned over me, I began sucking my covered nipple even harder. For some reason in my half awakened state, I refused to let my nipple go.

“Oh my goodness Casey!” She said, lifting the sheet, revealing my left breast pressed against the bed sheets. “I think they’ve both swelled a little bit. Your tit is almost hanging off the bed! Looks like it’s trying to escape! “She said, letting the sheet fall back onto them, leaving the left nipple exposed. “No wonder why you have a nipple in your mouth!” She said.

As I continued to try and wake myself up, I removed my nipple from the session, as my right hand dropped the right breast and pushed the sheet back over the left breast. I scanned down at the sheet and saw the outline of the left breast extend out towards the edge of the bed.

“Damn it Casey! Look at the floor! You leaked all over the floor last night! I’m a scientist, not a maid! Get your big tits out of bed and clean this mess up! You will do as I tell you, and while you’re here, you will pump those damn tits 5 times a day. And another thing... This milk is not to be wasted. If you want us to correct your problem, we need a healthy sample so we can evaluate the changes you go through. I think that’s fair don’t you?” Rachel said angrily.

“Where’s Vicky?” I pleaded with her as I pulled the sheets closer to me.

“Vicky is away. She….well…He actually, is out of the country,” She said with a quick smile. She went into the closet and tossed several articles of clothing onto the bed. “Here, put these clothes on and help me clean this up.”

I sat up, holding the sheet to my chest. My breasts felt heavy and with each breath inhaled and exhaled. As I leaned forward, I felt the bottoms of the breasts gently rub against my soft thighs. “Oh shit, she was right! I don’t remember them touching my thighs before. Could they have grown that fast?” I pulled the wrapped bed sheet away from me, to inspect them. Enormously hanging from my body and gently curving and resting slightly on my thighs, yep, they were still there. Rachel, watching me, went into the closet and threw another bra at me. “This one should fit.”

I stood up, grabbed the articles of clothing and dragged the sheet across the floor and into the bathroom, keeping my body covered as best I could. I looked at the intimidating bra, and then down at my weighted chest. I swung the bra around my waste, clasped the hooks and placed the breasts into the cups. “This looks absurd!” I thought, letting out a laugh at the absurdity staring back at me in the mirror. I struggled to get each breast into the cups. My chest was heaving over the top. My hands hugged the contour of the bra. “This is as good as it’s going to fit” I thought to myself. I threw on the loosely fitted white shirt with a stretched out neck, exposing cleavage. I put on new underwear and jean shorts and walked back out to the room.

“Never mind, I cleaned it myself. You took too long.”

I watched her eyes carefully surveying me as I sat down on the bed, focusing on my chest.

“On second thought, I’ll need you remove your shirt and bra. I need to take a better look at them.

Without a fight, I lifted my shirt off and struggled with the bra until it was free from my chest. Rachel walked over to the cart, lifting up a scale and setting it on top of the nightstand.

“Let’s weigh them. Kneel down over here, please.” I knelt in front of the nightstand as she lifted my left breast on to the scale took measurements and then did the same with the other breast. “Wow! 7 pounds for the left one and 6.5 for the right one… I’m impressed Casey!” She looked back down at her chart and took some more notes. Her expression became more serious. Under her breath, she mumbled “Actually, they aren’t as big as they should be by now….hmmm…”

“What do you mean?” I asked as my hands went quickly to work fitting the bra on my chest.
“Casey, please sit on the bed and keep your bra off.” She yelled out into the hallway. “Get me Dr. Scott please and bring in the massage table!” Rachel yelled as she stepped out into the hallway.

Chapter 3

I sat hunched on the bed with my breasts cradled in my arms as I watched the goose bumps prick up all over my bare chest and arms. Moments later I heard the sound of squeaky wheels hurrying down the polished corridor and into my room. What looked to be a nurse of some kind pushing the object into the room wore all white. She was of average height, perhaps 5’4” with short dark hair, pretty round face with big brown eyes, ample bosom and an unfortunate case of acne around her forehead and cheeks. Her perfume smelled nice and I felt an odd desire to hug her for some reason.  She seemed like a nice girl mixed up with the wrong people. I looked down from her glances and saw her legs beneath her skirt. Sturdy and a bit on the heavy side, but very attractive. “What is wrong with me?”

I thought to myself as I lay half naked in this freakish body, I still managed to mentally undress her.  I need to focus on more important things for the time being, but it was comforting to see a woman who smelled and looked nice who wasn’t named Rachel. I looked back at the table before me and it did appear like a massage table with a head rest however a third down the table laid two large holes cut out.

“Casey. I am Doctor Scott. Please to meet you.” Said the doctor who rushed into the room as he spoke. Doctor Scott appeared to be in his middle 50s, average height, brown eyes, gray hair and a very pale complexion.

“Can I put my shirt back on?” I asked, skipping the formalities.

“Very soon, but we need you to relax first and follow our orders,” Said Dr. Scott

“That’s all I’ve done since you kidnapped me and turned me into a freak show is follow your fucking orders. I want my life back. I want my body back!!” I cried angrily.

“You will get your life back, but getting your body back is not an option for you and you need to start realizing this, otherwise you will be a very unhappy member of society. Vicky has your old body and she is putting it to good use. In fact, it’s probably time to start getting used to being called Vicky, as she is now Casey. So with that Vicky, I need you to gather all your strength and stay calm while we work to help you.” He said as if he were talking to a child. “Dana,” said Dr. Scott, “Please help Vicky onto the table.”
Dana, walked over beside me and placed her arms underneath my armpits causing my breasts to hang uncomfortably. “I can walk myself!” I shouted back.

“Lie down on the table face first.” Dana directed me.

I hoisted my half naked and shivering body onto the table. Leaning over to their instructions, I placed my head into the headrest and felt Dana’s hands around my breasts working them into the holes beneath me. I soon lay flat on the table. I could feel the weight of my chest hanging what seemed like two feet beneath me. A warm blanket was placed over my back and around my neck. I began to warm up all except for my breasts which remained exposed and cold.

“Now Vicky, we are going to assist you in expressing as much milk out of your breasts as possible over the next few days to make a few determinations on how we need to proceed.”
Said Doctor Scott.

The cart began to move and for the first time, I went out of the room I had regretfully called home for the last couple of days. I stared at the white tiles moving beneath the table. I could see about half of my breasts dangling below me from my vantage point. The tiles changed to a beige carpet and I could tell I was in another room. The table came to a stop and I could hear washing and some type of preparation taking place. I heard Rachel’s voice floating around and soon I could hear her footsteps in the room.

“Vicky, please continue to remain calm. I’m going to prick your arm with a small needle in a few minutes. This won’t hurt. Please keep your head down and your arms relaxed.” Rachel said. I saw Rachel’s hands and arms appear beneath me, rubbing some type of gel on and around the huge breasts that hung below me, followed by familiar looking pumps and placing them onto my sore nipples. I heard the whirring sound of a machine working and in seconds, I watched as my nipples extended into the glass tubes. My breasts started to feel strangely warm as I watched a few moments later milk being released.

“Why can’t I do this myself??” I cried.

“You haven’t been following our directions so we are doing the job for you. Now be still, this won’t hurt.” Rachel said.

I felt the prick of a needle injected into my right arm. Moments later I felt sleepy again. The sucking sound of the pumps seemed to get softer. “These fucking bastards must have given me another sedative!” I said as I nodded off to sleep….

2 days later…

“Vicky, wake up. Vicky? Time to get up now,” a voice said. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to focus. I soon saw the beige carpet beneath me came into focus. “Where am I?” I said sleepily.

“Good morning Vicky, how are you feeling today? You’ve been asleep for a while. Try and sit up, but do so slowly.” Said the soft female voice.

I yawned and stretched my arms above my back, placing them together. My eyes caught sight of my breasts. My mind was racing as I tried to remember what exactly had happened and why I was here. I remember lying down on top of the table and being wheeled to another room. I scanned the two huge tits hanging beneath me as I continued to lie face down on the massage table. “That’s odd” I thought to myself. I remember seeing them, but remembered seeing much less of them. As I scanned my hanging breasts, I could see blue veins crisscrossing vertically and circling the areolas. I was also realizing that I was viewing more breast then before my nap on this contraption. They appeared to hang from what I could tell, a good 14 inches from what I was able to see. The nipples also appeared redder and larger in size, both in length and diameter. “My god! What did you do to me?? Why are my breasts and nipples so much larger??” I cried.

“Vicky…” said Dana. “My name is Casey! Don’t call me that!” as I continued to cry.

“Don’t shout at me!” said Dana.

“Is everything alright in here?” Said Rachel as I heard the familiar sound of her shoes approach.

“You will be called Vicky and you need to deal with that. You don’t have a choice. As Doctor Scott said, things will be much easier for you as soon as you start to accept your body.”

Filled with rage, I lifted my head up and began grinding my teeth. I had had enough and I was leaving this place one way or another. As I began to pull myself off the table, I felt my chest pulling me back to the table.

“What the fuck?! What the fuck did you do to me??” I shouted.

“Here, let me help, but please calm yourself, or I will have to sedate you again,” said Rachel.

I lowered my head and face back into the brace and saw Rachel and Dana’s hands knead and pull my breasts downward shaping my breasts into what looked like two large and pale cones.

“Now gently and slowly lift yourself up,” Said Dana.


I used all the strength I had in my arms, and lifted myself up. I watched, too, at the sight of these magnificent breasts coming into view. As Dana helped lift my torso, I fought to pull the pendulous breasts upwards and out of the holes. With my chest free from the table I managed to turn to the side and sit with my legs dangling. The room was silent as all eyes stared at my chest. My arms nearly fully extended wrapped themselves around my breasts and my delicate hands instinctively covered my nipples “What did you do to me??” I cried. Why are they so large? How did this happen?” I said as the women stood before me still fixated on my chest.

“You have been sedated for nearly 48 hours while we examined and ran several tests on you. Your breasts are producing a vast amount of milk and it’s important that they were properly drained while you were sedated. As a result your breasts appear to be storing and building up a fat content faster than we have ever seen before, but I assure you, we working on a way to make it stop.” Rachel said.

“The good news is that your breasts should be entirely empty for a while, so you shouldn’t have any pain in them at least for the time being, but it’s crucial that you continue to pump them regularly.” Said Dana.

I looked at my poor breasts again, still startled by their size and weight as I cradled them in my arms as best I could, but it was practically no use as they continued to slip under my arms. “It’s time to get out of this hell-hole.” I thought to myself as I continued to panic over the mess I was in.

Dana turned her back and walked over to a table with clothes on it. “Vicky, please come over here and get dressed. We have some clothes here and they should fit perfectly on you. Dana will help you” Said Rachel.

I slipped off the table, still holding my breasts and walked over to the Dana. She handed me a huge black bra with wide straps which I took without haste. Turning my back to them, I looked at the tag which read ‘36K’ I slipped the bra on and clasped the back.

“You’re getting good at that!” Rachel said.

I looked down at my breasts which were now firmly placed in the bra and was relieved how great they fit and how comfortable it was. “Happy?” I asked myself. I must be losing my mind. I’ll be happy when I get out of here. “Do you have more bras like this?” I said turning to face the two women.

“Wow Vicky, look at the cleavage on you girl! Looks like we found a perfect fit for you! How does the bra feel?” Asked Rachel.

“I want out of this body!” I demanded

“That’s not what asked you!” Rachel shot back. “Cooperate with us and we can help you. Its that simple. How does the bra feel?” She said lowering her voice

“They feel heavy, but contained I guess,” I said as I let my arms down to their sides. “I don’t have any pains and they seem to fit OK.” I said as I walked across the room. The weight of my chest felt as though someone were trying to pull me down, but it was still better with the bra than without I decided.

I turned my attention back to the table and sorted through a few items of clothing. I picked up a brown blouse and tried it on. This also fit, but was girly looking and revealed too much of my chest as it stretched around the plump curves forming a V shape of cleavage on display.

“Vicky, get showered and dressed. I’m going to take you to your new apartment.” Winked Rachel.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “You’ll see. Hurry up and get ready and I’ll be by your room in 1 hour.”

Dana grabbed the new clothes and escorted me back to my room. I closed the door and looked at myself in the mirror. Finally alone… “Am I getting out of here? I thought. “Is it possible they are letting me out? There must be some kind of catch. And If I do get out, then what? I have to find away to claim my body back. I can’t live like this,” I whispered to myself as my hands explored its body.

I walked over to the mirror and removed the girly shirt and slowly peeled the bra off my chest as the straps fell off my shoulders and down to my arms. I looked at my nipples which were still glossy from the gel they applied to them. I walked into the bathroom and wiped of the gel. A sudden wave of pleasure hit my body all over and found my hands rubbing and clutching my breasts. I slowly kneaded the nipples between my fingers sending another electric jolt down my chest and into my crotch. My whole body began to quiver and respond to the breast play. I found myself unable to control these sudden urges that have taken control. My anxieties and fears of my transformation into this body disappeared and

I didn’t care at the moment. My shaking hands soon hurried to unzip my pants. I quickly pulled them down to my knees and pulled down my underwear. I glided my left hand into the wet crotch between my legs. With one finger I began circling around the clitoris “This feels so good!” I shouted aloud, covering my mouth, I returned to the clitoris. My knees felt weak as I bent over the sink counter trying to brace myself. I looked into the mirror and stared at the beautiful face staring back at me as my complexion became rosier. Licking my lips, I smiled back at myself and tossed my hair to the side to watch the magnificent breasts bounce and jiggle as my fingers continued to crush the clitoris with hurried excitement. My right hand couldn’t resist any longer and quickly began fondling and squeezing the right breast. A small trickle of milk began flowing out of the fat nipple. I held the breast up and licked the milk away from it, but more continued to flood. “My god it tastes good!” I thought myself. It was warm and sugary. My breath became shortened. “Oh, I think I’m coming?” I squealed. My body seized up and I fell to the cold tiles still clutching my breast, I regained myself and rubbed the clit faster. Blood rushed through my body as I stared at the ceiling, gasping for air. My legs felt completely numb and tingled from this new discovery.

“I forgot that you are hungry, so I brought you some…” Rachel said as she looked at me on the floor.

“What are you…What the fuck am I….!? I Oh my…what…where ..were you watching me you bitch???” I said between panting breaths

“I did knock and I told you not to call me a bitch!!” Rachel snapped back at me.

I placed my arms to the floor, my fingers completely wet slid against the smooth tiles causing my elbows to hit the floor hard as I fell backwards.

“Get the fuck out of here!” I cried as my emotions shifted. My flooded crotch however, didn’t seem to care that Rachel was standing over my humiliated body as it called my fingers back for more pleasuring.

“You horny little slut! Remember we had an agreement? Shut your mouth and we will see who the bitch is! Stay right where you are!” Rachel said almost demonically.

Unable to control my quivering crotch, my body continued to shake as I watched Rachel unbutton her shirt. “What, what, what is she doing?” I thought nervously as she continued to unbutton her shirt revealing D cup breasts held up with the help from a white laced bra. She walked closer to my body throwing her shirt on the counter. She then removed the bra clasp and I watched as the straps fall beside her arms.

“Do you think you can get off having a slut body like that without giving something back?” Rachel sneered at me as she kicked my underwear into the corner. “Look at those big tits! How do you like mine?” she said. She stood closer with her bra hanging on by her breasts. My legs closed tightly to protect my moistened vagina.

Rachel stood back slightly and with one finger removed her bra, revealing perfectly large creamy breasts.

“Shhhhhh” She said as she slowly removed her skirt. As I watched the white skirt drop, my eyes fixated momentarily on her crotch. “Oh my god, you are a man! I cried in terror.

“You see Vicky, you aren’t the only one around here who is special. I might not have big tits like yours, but am certainly not a man either, although I do have something special for you.” She said as her hand dipped inside her underwear as she began stroking the bulge.

My tightly closed legs felt the pulsing of my vagina only heighten as I watched Rachel.

“Go on the bed, Vicky,” Rachel softly whispered

I rubbed my hands along my thighs to get the juices off and pulled myself to my feet. I was now looking at Rachel eye to eye as she licked her lips. SMACK!!! Her hand flew out of her underwear and slapped my face with the sound of a cracking whip. “Tell me who the bitch is!” Rachel said glaringly.

“I’m the bitch. I’m the fucking bitch!” I cried out. “Say it like you mean it, you big titted wet cunt. We need to know who the bitch is!” She said.

“I am the bitch,” I said as calmly as I could while fighting back tears.

“That’s a good little bitch,” She said as she turned away and locked the door with her keys. Now come over to the bed and kneel on the floor!”

I slowly walked over to her as I watched her hand return to the bulge. As I kneeled down, Rachel removed her underwear revealing a large and hardened penis. Still stroking it, my juices began to run down my thighs. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked as I stared at her growing cock.

“What do bitches do with big cocks?” Rachel asked.

“They suck them?” I asked unsure of what was coming.

“Good girl, what are you waiting for? Suck it slut.” Rachel said softly.

Still kneeling in front of her, I grabbed her warm cock and put it in my mouth. Rachel let out a groan. It felt hot and I could feel it pulsing. I remembered how my girlfriends used to suck me off and I began gliding my lips back and forth on her member. My left hand unconsciously returned to my clitoris and I began rubbing it fiercely. I tried to take my mind of the disgusting act I was committing, but my body was reacting entirely different. My vagina once again wanted it.

“Suck it harder, bitch!” Rachel said as she grabbed and pulled at my knotted hair.

I sucked harder as I felt it grow and harden even more inside my mouth. I squinted my eyes as my mouth made loud and disgusting slurping sounds against her raging hard-on”

“Am I hard enough?” Rachel asked.

“Hmmph?”

“I said am I hard enough?” She repeated.

“Mmmphhhyeaa” I gurgled

“Get on the bed and lie down. Now!” She said. “Actually, I want you on your hands and knees.”

I spit her cock out of my mouth, and grabbed the bed. Dizzy, horny, and sobbing hysterically, I lifted myself onto the bed and braced myself on the palms of my hands and knees. I looked down at my enormous hanging breasts which nearly made contact with the mattress along with everything else. Past my breasts I could see juices dripping from the tuft of hair between my shaking thighs. I grabbed my right breast and began sucking it as hard as I could to take my mind away from insanity. I focused on sucking it and I sucked it hard as I felt Rachel’s hand press down on my back. With her other hand, she rubbed the head of her cock up and down the opening of my vagina and up to my clitoris. I let out an uncontrolled whine of excitement. Her cock began rubbing itself and violating me faster, moving the hard rod up and down while my juices flowed and dripped.

“Such a nice pussy you have Vicky! Too bad I’m going to do dirty things to such a lovely pussy,” Rachel said as she laughed. I turned my attention and dropped my breast as I looked straight ahead at the wall, I braced myself and clenched my teeth, biting my lip, I jolted forward as I felt her hot member push apart my insides, going deeper and deeper. I let out a scream of terror and pure excitement. My vagina was so hungry before and feels so good to have this thing inside me, but this is so terribly wrong!!!

Her cock was now completely inside me, but wasn’t moving.

“(Sigh), This won’t do. I can’t see your big tits like this,” Rachel said as she withdrew her cock from me. I felt cold air rushing inside my vagina. My vagina wanted it desperately back inside and my mind was opposed strongly to the idea.

Rachel lied down next to me on her back. “Sit on top of me so I can see you cry as I fuck you!” Rachel said.

I turned and straddled my legs and knees over her torso as her hands went immediately to my chest.

Rachel grabbed and stroked her cock beneath me a few times. “You really got my cock nice and wet. I’m really looking forward to you!” Rachel said.

With that her left hand placed on the small of my back began to gently push me downward until I felt her cock rubbing against my pussy. She pressed down further as I tried to slightly resist, but she was too strong as I succumbed to her desire and my wanting vagina. My lips parted and I soon felt the hot cock push its way inside of me as I let out another moaning whine. My ass met with her thighs and I felt her cock pulsing deep inside of me. My body felt so incredibly hot as my mind began to flash.

“Come closer to me” Rachel said as she pulled my shoulders closer, our tongues met and my breasts nearly suffocated her, covering most of her chest and neck. Her hands reached around and grabbed my ass, rubbing it, slapping it and then began the pounding. I threw my head back, moaning uncontrollably still with tears in my eyes and milk leaking from my right breast. My ass shook in her firm grip like waves crashing against the shore as my vagina pulsed and quivered with each penetration. She pulled my nipples together and began sucking on both of them, her hot tongue massaging the tips and her mouth pulling at them as hard as it could. My body felt amazing. I had never experienced anything so wonderful, but this was all so terribly wrong. I threw my head back again as my nipples popped out of her mouth, spraying milk nearly 3 feet away. My vagina needed to be pounded harder as my hips and thighs got into the action. My tears went away and I was washed with anger, lust and vengeance. I wanted to pound her cock as hard as I could for embarrassing me and turning me into a freak. My ass slapped hard against her smooth thighs as I rode her cock harder and harder. Milk continued to jet from my nipples as I watched Rachel greedily grab at my breasts.

“I’m coming!” Moaned Rachel. I pounded into her cock faster and as hard as my hips would allow.  I felt her penis tense up and pulse against my insides. I felt a rushing of warm fluid running out of me onto my thighs and into the cold air. Rachel moaned and then let out a long sigh. “OK, I’m finished, you can get off of me, bitch.” Rachel snarled.

My face, flushed with emotion suddenly felt the slap she had given to me before. My anger and lust for her cock continued to build. I felt her fluids rush inside of me as my vaginal walls closed in around her shrinking penis. Though not as stiff as it was before, I found I could change my technique to grind her instead as my body rocked back and forth, trying to satisfy myself as the waves continued to build inside of me. I felt helplessly enslaved to my vagina’s cravings.

“I said that’s enough!” She said. Rachel threw her hands up and pushed them against my stomach. I grabbed her hands and pressed them over and behind her head, transferring as much weight as I possibly could. I felt her torso wiggle and I clenched my thighs around it. My new found energy allowed me to constrain her. I was quite sure I outweighed her. My shoulders were broader, I was a good 4 inches taller as well. I grinded harder and faster, back and forth on her cock as I felt it swell up again. “Let me go, you fucking cunt!” Rachel yelled back wrestling to get free. I felt like a wild uncontrollable creature with my body vetoing my brain. “You honestly believe that we are trying to help with your breast reduction, don’t you! Just the opposite you fucking bitch. We have been running experiments to see how large your tits will grow. You are the first we have tested and naturally we are looking for drastic results. Get off of me now or you will be sorely punished!” Rachel said. I looked down at her as I thrust my hips and vagina hard into her cock.

“What are you going to do? Tell your associates that you fucked their little science project??? I think we both know the answer to that.” I barked back at her. “I’m not finished yet” I moaned with a smile. Rachel continued to struggle free from my weight. Her struggle subsided and she began crying. I let her hands free and began fondling her soft breasts, pulling at her small nipples. My hips continued to work her cock as I felt a new wave come over me. “Oh oh oooh, I think I’m going to cum!” I moaned. I rode her faster and faster. The room seemed to get darker and darker. I felt as if I was about to have a seizure. My insides felt like they were exploding, like fireworks going off in rapid succession. My vagina pulsed like a piston and clenched her cock with all my strength. I fell onto Rachel as her limping cock slipped out of me. “That was amazing!” I exclaimed. “My body feels so amazing!” I said as I laughed, trying to hide my fear and anger. I rolled off of her and lay on my back beside the stunned Rachel. “I guess it’s our little secret.”

I watched as Rachel got quickly up and walked over to the bathroom. She had a nice athletic body, her hips swayed one way as her full breasts swung the other way. The only thing wrong with this picture was her penis hanging beneath her crotch. My thoughts immediately returned to relish the astonishing sensations my body was still going through. I moved to the edge of the bed, still recovering from my orgasm. I sat on the edge looking at my breasts which were now covered with a shimmering glaze of milk and sweat. My hands rubbed them, covering as much surface as they could while I tried to figure out what Rachel meant by her comments. I looked back into the bathroom as Rachel glanced over at me. Her face carried a different expression, one of defeat as she put her clothes back on, turning away with her back turned towards me. She came out of the bathroom with her skirt and shoes on, adjusting her bra and fitting her shirt over her head “This is not over, bitch. You want to have your tits get so big you won’t be able to get yourself out of bed? Is that what you want, dear? You are already a freak. I will make you a bigger freak if that’s what you want!” She stammered.

“You are calling me a freak? You have a penis. I’d classify that as pretty freaky! At least my body parts match. You no longer have control over me!!” I shouted back.

“Get dressed. I am taking you out to your apartment. Eat your food and get ready. I will be back for you in half an hour. And oh…you should think about shaving your legs and armpits.” Rachel said as she slammed the door behind her.

I sat on the bed with my body pulsing and blood racing. I felt so good. I leaned over my breasts and peered down at my vagina which had completely soaked the sheets beneath me “Gross! I need to figure out what I am going to do to get my body back, I feel like my former self is slipping away.” I thought to myself. “I can’t let this go on much longer.”


Chapter 4


I took a quick shower and washed out the mess that the sex had left inside of me. I could feel my vagina quiver as I washed it gently. My heart began to race as I thought about my soon to be freedom. I quickly got myself dressed, first struggling to fit the enormous 36K bra over my breasts.  Once they felt snug, I couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful woman again in the mirror, marveling the body from head to toe, but mainly looking my breasts. “These are some big tits!” I said out loud as I shook my chest side to side. For a moment my attention was distracted from the fact that I was finally leaving here. The bra, although tight, felt great I thought to myself. I felt relieved to have them covered and protected. The bra pushed them up and together. They looked so great I thought to myself, only wish I was looking at them from a lesser intimate distance. These are going to draw a lot of attention I thought as I turned to the side looking at their amazing profile. I estimated that they stuck out at least 10 inches from wherever my chest should be, hanging just several inches above my belly button. Without the bra to support them, they were now falling well below my belly button, hanging like fat torpedos, seriously no joke! One thing I’ve learned from this ordeal is that no matter how much I couldn’t stand the thought of wearing a bra, it was getting hard to walk without one. I turned from the mirror as I began to think about what Vicky said. Was I really leaving this hell-hole, or was it just another sick joke? I covered my chest with some kind of stretchy shirt and yanked a pair of tight jeans on displaying every womanly curve of my body from torso down to my slender ankles.

I felt incredibly hungry as I devoured the sandwich and almost two liters of water that had been left on one of the tables near the bed.

Knock Knock….

Rachel and Dana entered the room as I was finishing the remaining drops of water. Dana was carrying 2 large suitcases while Rachel had a purse in her hand.

“Good, I see you had quite an appetite, your milk supply and growing breasts are going to demand a lot from you, so it’s important you stay well nourished.” Rachel said as if nothing happened just 30 minutes ago.”

“You need to make this stop” I begged. “I can’t live like this, I can barely walk with them. I can’t sleep at night. Please make it stop!” I pleaded with her, “I don’t want any more of this.”

“This was Vicky’s purse. It has all the belongings you will need, credit cards, house and car keys, passport, driver’s license, although don’t think about going to far if you know what I mean. In these suitcases, you will find clothes that fit, as well as some that will provide room to grow.” Rachel said.

Dana pulled out a bandana “Here Vicky, I am going to place this over your head. We need to keep our location hidden from you. Rachel will remove it once you are near your new apartment.”

“New apartment? I asked “What about my apartment?”

“You need to get it out of your head that you are no longer Casey!” Rachel yelled. “Your name is Vicky Peterson, and you are not an attorney any more! In fact I don’t know what you will become, but by your looks, I would suggest thinking about going into the porn business.” Rachel said as she laughed.

“That’s enough, Rachel.” Dana said. “Now lean forward”

I obeyed and for some reason trusted Dana as she covered my eyes until the bandana was wrapped firmly around my face, leaving my sight in total darkness. I held onto Rachel’s arm as she led me down the hallway. I could her Dana behind us as she rolled the suitcases in tow. Several doors opened and shut behind us until the last door pushed cold air onto my skin and for the first time in what seemed an eternity, I could hear the sounds of birds and cars and the distant sound of a city.

“Watch your head,” Dana said as she lowered my into the vehicle. I heard the trunk close and several minutes later, Rachel sat down in the driver’s seat and started the ignition.

“Where are you taking me?” I spoke softly.

“I thought I was clear when said we are going to your apartment. You are about to begin your new life, and how you live it is up to you. Truth of the matter is that yes, while we invented you so to speak, we do have our limits and we are working to find a way to keep your breasts from getting too much larger, but you will need to be patient and listen to what I tell you.” Rachel said.

“How can I trust anything that comes from your mouth? Look at me!! You have ruined my life!” I stammered.

“What choice do you have to not trust me? Do you think we would let you run out of our lab so you could contact the police? No, I don’t think so. You could try telling the police, or your friends and family, but my guess is that you will quickly find yourself in the nut house. Trust me when I say this. I am your only choice to trust. You have no other options. Sit tight, we are almost there.” Rachel said.

An hour or so passed by and I could tell we were driving the streets of Manhattan. I heard the familiar honking of hurried cab drivers, felt the potholes and bumps that could only be found in NYC. Rachel removed the bandana and my eyes quickly adjusted to nighttime. I looked around to the familiar sight of Columbus Circle. I sat alone in my troubled thoughts. I was both relieved to be back in the city, but not as a woman! Rachel parked the car somewhere in Chelsea. “This is your building. We are heading up to the 3rd floor. Vicky left you a decent amount of cash and it should pay your rent for a while. These are your car keys.” Rachel said as she dropped them into my lap. “Your car is parked beneath the building in section C. It’s a dark blue 330xi BMW, not bad either!”  I put the keys back into the black designer purse and looked around at the other contents. “You’ll find a few tampons in there, too!” Rachel laughed. “Better get used to that.”

We grabbed the suitcases out of the trunk as I slung the purse over my shoulder. I felt panicked as I looked around for people. “Ha! No one would think anything of it!” Rachel grinned. “After all, you’re a woman remember? Don’t all women you know carry purses?” Come on, let’s go. I don’t have all day,” Rachel said.

I followed her into the lobby carrying the purse and two suitcases. The elevator ascended to the third floor and Rachel threw me keys. “Here bitch, these are your house keys,” Arms extended, I reached out, but dropped the keys. I certainly lost my athletic gifts that once led my high school tennis team to the state finals. Picking up the keys, the purse slid down my arm and I dropped the bags. “This is bullshit!” I said fixing myself, I pressed my breasts into Rachel who looked down for a moment as her face flushed with red. Glaring at her, I said, “Don’t mess with me. I have nothing to lose at this point!” I turned my back to the speechless girl and opened the door.

The interior of the apartment was well appointed with modern amenities and fixtures. To the immediate right was an open kitchen that overlooked the main living area. The space was vast. I looked over to the left where another hallway opened into what I assumed was the bedroom and a bathroom. I placed the keys and purse on the kitchen counter. I felt hunger pains again. Ignoring Rachel, I walked over to the refrigerator and found a well stocked frig an assortment of meats and produce.

“Here” Rachel said. I turned around to see her holding a cell phone out. “Call your mother, she’s been worried sick about you.” Rachel grinned.

“My mother, but how can I?” I asked.

“Not your mother, well…let me backtrack, yes your mother. Your mother Candice.” Rachel said. “Candice is worried sick about her daughter, Vicky. You will talk to her if you know what’s good for you. You don’t want her to file a missing persons report, do you?” Rachel said.

Rachel explained all about my ‘supposed’ family for about 20 minutes. I dialed the saved number in the cell-phone for Vicky’s mother.

“Hello?”

“Uh, mom?”

“Oh Vicky! Where have you been? This is not like you at all! I have been calling and calling and calling. I tried your home number, your work number, your cell number, is everything alright?”

“Uh yeah…..mom…everything is just fine. I’ve been working late and just really tired lately, but I’m feeling better.”

I talked to Candice for what seemed like ages as she rambled on about different things. I couldn’t help feeling upset for her. I felt like I was the bad guy. I felt as though I had just robbed her daughter and was covering my tracks.

“OK, I promise, I will call you soon. I love you and say hi to the rest for me,” I said assuredly.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it… Vicky?..” Rachel said. “Well, you’re on your own kiddo. Here’s my number in case you need to reach me. I will be back at the end of the week to check up on you. Behave yourself and try to have some fun. Maybe pickup some men even!” Rachel winked.

I stood there in silence as I watched her leave. I walked over to the living area where a large l-shaped couch sat in the middle of the space. Past the industrial sized windows, hung a large TV and stereo system against the exposed brick wall. Placed next to the TV was a familiar machine. It was the same exact machine that I had been using in the laboratory. “Oh shit!” I said as I clutched my breasts. “I haven’t milked since this morning!” Holding my breasts, I turned and headed down the hallway. A large bedroom with expensive looking light blue silk sheets were neatly draped over a large king sized bed, with a variety of pillows cascading the headboard “Way too effeminate for my taste.” Across the hallway was an upscale looking bathroom with granite tile covering the floor and most of the walls. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror still grabbing my breasts. I lifted the shirt over my head and unbuckled the bra, letting them fall gently. I examined them closer, noticing they seemingly larger, and definitely seemed heavier as they hung from my chest. I dug my finger tips into the flesh and it sent a short pain down my spine. I began to knead around the nipple and soon small white jets of milk sprayed onto the mirror and vanity. I covered the shirt to my chest and ran into the living area, drawing the shades closed. I quickly pulled and rolled the machine over to the couch, sitting down I fastened the pumps to my nipples as the pain began to intensify. I watched TV and tried to ignore my breasts for once. Occasionally I had to look down, I was still fascinated by the nipples being pushed to their limits as they extended a good inch down into the tube with milk flowing and gushing out of them.

20 minutes went by and my breasts were still gushing. This isn’t right, I thought to myself. They still felt taught and tingled with pains that came in waves. This is more milk than usual. I suppose I need to milk them more frequently and not just when the pain comes. I drew my attention back to the television which was less entertaining but more pleasant than my current bodily discomforts.

I awoke to this frightening hissing sound. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the stereo clock. “Oh my god! I’ve been asleep for almost 3 hours!” I exclaimed! I realized the sound was from the machine which was still pulling hard at my nipples. “Oh no! Fuck! What have I done??” My heart pounded as I tried to pry the pumps off my poor nipples which had swelled to the size of a fat thumb. As I pulled, they refused to let go. I reached over to the machine and flipped the switch, letting the machine wind down to a silence. As I uncorked them from the pumps, the released with a popping sound. The cold air circulating them added hardness to the already swollen nipples. I felt shudders creep from my nipples travelling down inside my breasts. God, they were completely stretched, jutting out from each breast about two inches, fat as a thumb and a bright reddish purple discoloration. They were certainly not attractive looking. Every attempt to touch them shot agonizing pains circulating through my body causing my back to involuntarily arch.

I cradled the heavy breasts from their bottoms and headed over to the fridge. Walking with these things was not getting any easier. I found a premade dinner, heated it in the microwave, and sat at the kitchen table. As I attempted to eat the simple dinner, the breasts got loose and swung like pendulums against my thighs. The swollen nipples rubbed and chaffed against the side of the counter. The sensation was raw and inconvenient to say the least. I lifted my breasts back up in my arms and realized that I could easily set them on the bar counter. I pushed my food to the left as my breasts gently took their place on the counter. They flattened out a bit, covering enough space to hide a large placemat. They extended almost to the opposite edge of the counter with nipples pointing straight out like battleship guns. “Torpedoes and battleship guns, ha!” I laughed out loud, finding humor at the sight of them sprawled and in full display on the counter top. “You two are causing me so much trouble,” I said softly at them. My hands found their way to them and warmly nestled them between the massive cleavage, massaging and rubbing the impressive length of flesh for what seemed to mask some of the discomfort and frustration. Hunger returned to memory, as I tried eating again, but realizing that leaning to the left was of no use. The fat and rested breasts were pulling me back to center, unwilling to move. Sighing, and looking at my breasts for answers, I reached out and grabbed the plate and propped it on top of them. “This works! Fuck it.” I sighed again. At least I was able to finish eating.

After dinner, I ran the dishwasher, leaning my breasts into the edge of the sink allowing the nipples to dangle firmly below without touching anything. I wanted to put the damn bra back on, but that probably wasn’t an option. After the kitchen was cleaned, I sat back down on the couch and began to cry. It felt good to cry for some reason. Moments passed as I fought with my new found set of emotions. I wanted nothing more but to feel sorry for myself, but this was not the time, I thought as I wiped the tears from my face. I need to get out of this body, but I also need to stay strong and make the best of this nightmare. I looked down at the breasts resting on my lower stomach and sprawled out to my thighs. The areolas seemed darker than before. They spanned about 5 inches in diameter, capping the massive tits that belonged to this body. “Did I call them tits?” I laughed to myself. “I guess they are! Whatever…They are my problem for now.” I said as I let out a loud yawn.

Watching TV, I felt tired and sleepy again. This was nothing new to me. I haven’t felt right since the day I was imprisoned to this body. “I need to figure out how to stop myself from lactating. I know my muscles aren’t up to par with my former self, but this is ridiculous! All the eating and lactating has to be the cause for excessive over sleeping.” I thought to myself. “I should probably get to bed.” Still wearing the jeans from earlier, I headed into the bathroom cradling my bare chest. As I brushed my teeth, I observed small white droplets of milk hitting the hard counter top.

I spit out the toothpaste, rinsed my mouth, and pulled my right breast up to my chin to get a closer look at my nipple. It was still a reddish purple color and they were still stiff as fat poles. I tried to touch it again ever so gently with my finger, but it was still too sore. I really wanted to sleep with a shirt on tonight. I let my tongue out to find the swollen nipple “Ahhh, this actually feels good!!” I exclaimed! I pulled more breast up to get a better idea. The throbbing nipple glided into my mouth. It felt cold and tingly, but soon my mouth had provided comfort, taking away much of the swollen sensitivity. I pushed my breast up higher so that my lips met with the areola, allowing my mouth to protect the entire nipple. I made sure to keep my teeth away, letting my tongue and lips carefully take care of it. My breathing became slower and more concentrated as I found a temporary solution to the nagging pains. It felt so good to have the nipple away from the air and friction. A sweet taste filled my mouth, familiar to a few days ago. It was warm and sweet and I could taste hints of some of the whole foods I had eaten recently, small hints of apple and cabbage seemed slightly evident. I looked back into the mirror, watching the pretty green eyes stare back at me. I continued to look into the mirror as she lovingly suckled the nipple. I felt like I was in a trance. I looked back down at the blurred areola which had several trails of milk streaming down and away from it. I looked back to the mirror at the pretty face before me. Milk was running down the chin as a soft, childlike smile was let out just slightly from the corner of her mouth. I pulled my hair off my shoulders, letting it fall down my back and wiped my chin, licking the contents back into my mouth. For a moment, I felt timeless and forgot all my surroundings. It was just me and the erotic woman in the mirror with flowing red hair, pale shimmering skin and the curves that could only belong to that of a divine goddess.

I returned my attention to the nipple, pulling it slowly out of my mouth. The droplets were gone. Kissing it gently I lowered the breast to hang freely again and began the same process with the other prize. I carefully let my tongue caress the tip of the swollen nipple making sure it was safe. Exhaling deeply, I gently guided the nipple into my mouth to receive the same treatment.

I left the bathroom, turning the lights off in the apartment making my way back to the bedroom. I slipped the jeans off, using what little muscle I had to pry them off of my hips. After a few tries that involved jumping in the air, they came off along with the underwear. I stood beside the large bed completely nude. Too tired to put the jeans away or put the underwear back on, I collapsed in the soft and silky sheets. I lay my head on a the closest pillow and lifted my legs to pull the sheets out from under me. I turned to my side allowing the sheets to cover my body. My breasts were comfortably stacked on top of each other and although I had no pains left, the nipples still felt raw against the soft sheets. I peeled the sheet back just slightly to free the nipples from any friction.


Chapter 5


I felt my left hand pressing underneath the weight of my thighs. My right hand was wildly clutching my right breast as it still lay on top of the other. As my eye lids began to open, my heart pounded faster and faster. My torso rocked back and forth as my entire body heated up. “Oh no, oh god, not again!” I cried as the pain from yesterday crept back into my breasts at the rate which I was now quickly waking up to. My right hand was clutching the breast, trying to fight off the pains. I looked down at them, blue veins were the first thing I noticed as they were popping just above the tight skin. Looking further, I was unable to see my nipples. My right hand followed the contours of the breast, with a couple of fingers poking into the nipple. “Shit! Why do they hurt so badly??” I thought. The nipple still felt about the same size, but something wasn’t right. There were clearly not in my line of sight as they had been last night. I struggled to lift myself up, but I felt too tired and the weight of my chest was pushing me back down. With my right hand, I lunged to the nightstand and managed to reach the cell phone. I flipped through the address book and found Rachel’s name.

“What?”

“Rachel! It’s me. I’m in such pain. I don’t know what to do!” I cried. “I can barely get myself out of bed. My tits hurt so bad. I tried to milk them yesterday, but the nipples are too sore for that machine. I don’t know what to do…I am so scared!” I sobbed into the phone.

“Tits, huh?” Rachel asked. “I’ll be over in an hour and I’ll see what we can do. By the way, did you do what I asked you to do?” Rachel said.

“What…what was I supposed to do?” I asked.

“Did you shave yet?” Rachel asked.

“How is that going to…What… I don’t underst…no I didn’t shave” I said frantically.

“Whatever Vicky. I’ll be over in an hour.”

I placed the phone down and tried to remove myself from the pain. My hands tried bring my right breast closer. As I did this, I could make out the nipple, but I was unable to bring it any closer. “My breasts were completely inflated with milk and too taught to move as they had done so naturally last night. I carefully touched the nipple again. It was dry. “Why are you dry?” I asked it, expecting an explanation. I could feel the glands beneath the flesh. It felt like grapes ready to burst, but nothing was coming out of me. I began to breathe heavily. I placed my fingers just beneath the swollen nipple and began rolling the flesh, trying to release, but still nothing happened!

I continued to massage my breasts without any luck in letting down even the smallest droplet for what seemed like a passing eternity. The pain was intense, but the work I was doing by gently kneading them helped somewhat.

I managed to get on all fours hoping that gravity would help let the milk out of my aching breasts. My breasts swung painfully below my elbows. Impatiently, I began squeezing them with all my might.

I heard the twist of keys coming from the kitchen and soon the door was opened.

“Look at you! Playing with yourself, half naked!” Vicky said as she entered the room.

“I’m not playing with myself!” I cried back. “I can barely move. I’m in such pain, my nipples…..”

“Rachel! Look at her! Look at her breasts!” Dana said as she stepped forward into view from behind Rachel.

“My oh my, aren’t you a healthy girl! Looks like that body of yours is going through some growing pains my dear!” Vicky said.

Dana wasn’t listening to Rachel. She seemed more concerned with the pain I was going through. “Rachel, look at her breasts. They look like giant bottles. I’ve never seen anything like that before.” Dana remarked as my engorged breasts continued to swing with the slightest twitches my body cursed in pain.

Rachel lowered her hand and pinched my swollen nipple hanging far beneath the bottoms of my breasts between her thumb and index finger causing the worst pain yet. “Aaarrhhgghh” I screamed as my legs kicked straight out, causing the silk sheets to wrap around my ankles. I fell to the bed and laid there completely naked in front of their curious expressions. My hands went to my breasts, protecting my nipples from any further prodding.

“We are going to have a different kind of lunch today.” Rachel said looking at Dana who frowned with uncertainty as to what she meant.

“Here, get on the other side of the bed and grab her by the armpit. We are going to carry her over to the other room.” Rachel said to Dana.

They first propped me to a sitting position. I could feel every nerve ending in my breasts and nipples shift with new pain sensations as they moved me. Once sitting, they dragged me to the edge of the bed, pulling me up by the arms and walking me like a wounded soldier over to the living area.

“Let’s put her over here in the chair,” Rachel said.

They slowly lowered me into the office chair into the far corner of the room. My buttocks felt cold as it pressed against the woven fabric of the chair reminding me that I was still completely naked.

“Well Vicky, you want to tell me how you got yourself into this condition? Rachel asked.

“I used the pumps all day yesterday. I pumped them like I was supposed to only I fell asleep and woke up to find my nipples like this. They hurt so badly! Before I went to bed I was able to get the rest of the milk out by sucking them, but when I woke up this morning I was unable to reach them.  How did this happen to me?” I cried.

“Well, it would seem you over excited them. It may have caused an overload of stimulation while you were sleeping, causing the ducts to produce more than it thought it needed to.” Dana remarked.  “You need to be more careful with yourself and take…..Rachel? What are you doing??” Dana asked.

I let out an audible sigh of relief as Rachel had made her way to my right nipple midway through Dana’s sentence. Her mouth had completely consumed it and my breast began to feel as though the grape sized ducts were finally opening up.”

“Mmmmphh! Mmmppphh!” Rachel said with lips attached, pointing first at Dana and then poking my left breast. Dana looked uneasy watching Rachel and even more uneasy at the suggestion Rachel was making. I looked at Dana who rolled her eyes with disbelief as our eyes met. I looked down at my frustrated and swollen left breast. “Please. I didn’t ask for any of this. It’s in such pain” I said as softly as I could while looking at my breast.

“You have got to be kidding me!” Dana said back to me.

“Please?!” I begged with a raspy voice as tears began to roll down my cheeks.

My hand came to the aid of my desperate nipple and began to lift the heavy breast offering it to her.

“I’m not even sure I can get that nipple into my mouth!” Dana said. “I’m sure Rachel will be able to help you out shortly with your problem”

Rachel turned slightly, looking up at Dana, shaking her head signaling a serious ‘No’ to Dana’s remarks.

“This is weird and gross!” Dana whispered to herself as she kneeled down beside me.

She brought her face close up to my nipple and put her hand nervously around my areola. I couldn’t afford Dana to change her mind as the pain wasn’t going away on its own. I placed my hand on top of hers and thrust my great boob into her face, with the stiff nipple prying her lips apart. She cautiously began to suckle while looking at Rachel busy at work on my other breast. She slowly drew all of the nipple into her mouth. She glared over to Rachel who was too busy to notice her as she suckled the tit without any concerns. Dana shook her head, causing an extra pull on my nipple “Unnngggh” I let out. “No please, that felt good, please don’t stop, please” I assured and pleaded with her as she shot back an uncomfortable look.

Several minutes went by as my breathing settled into a gentle panting. The pain was turning into sensations of pleasure. I threw my head forward and looked down at the two women attached to my breasts. Dana had her lips wrapped tightly around my fat nipple. Her anxiety had left and her face displayed a calm as she continued to pull on it. Her tongue became more ambitious as it glided along with each suckle. I let go of my breast and ran my fingers through her soft hair. She looked up at me and slowly closed her eyes again. I placed my other hand on Rachel’s head and began massaging the back of her neck as she pulled on as much nipple as she could jerking her head back, forcing my breast forward. “I hated her more than life itself,” I thought to myself. But at this very moment, watching both of them help release the unbearable pains, I was thankful. I began to feel an odd awareness of power come over me. I wrapped my hands around the backs of both their heads and drew them closer to me, smothering their faces with my breasts. My legs began to open. I was losing control again and fast. I felt hot between my legs. My hands let go of their necks and returned to my breasts, guiding each breast into their mouth. With both my hands on my breasts, each breast was the center of attention with all of our hands rubbing and caressing, covering as much area as of our hands could manage. I rubbed my hand over Dana’s. The sensation of her hand on my breast and contact with my hand against hers was all it took. My right hand which had been guiding my swollen breast and nipple into Rachel’s mouth, plunged down to my crotch. My vagina was waxed in hot fluids as my fingers circled the clitoris.

Rachel became aware of the pleasure I was giving to myself and became distracted. She withdrew the swollen nipple from her mouth, kissed it and lifted to the breast to me with both her hands.

“What?” I panted

“I’m full,” Rachel said. “I can’t take any more of that ridiculous looking nipple.” She laughed. She placed her hands on my right breast again, as she stood up. “You’re a lucky bitch” she said looking at my breast. “And definitely one big girl! These are the largest tits I have ever seen. Quite amazing they have retained such a nice shape. “Take your tit, there’s plenty more.”

“Will they ever return to their normal size?” I asked while surveying the engorged nipple.

“Hard to say, but it sure makes sucking them easier. Maybe if you don’t fall asleep with professional grade farm pumps hooked to them for hours while you sleep, they would.” Rachel chuckled.

I withdrew my fingers and pulled my arm out from under my heavy breast, placing both hands beneath it. Fountains of milk sprayed from the engorged nipple splashing my face and chest. I placed my mouth on the wet nipple and began to suck slowly.

I watched as Rachel motioned to Dana who was still attached to my left breast. Dana let my nipple go, leaving small jets and droplets of milk hit the floor. She began to kiss my thighs. I knew where this was going and I didn’t stop her. I sucked my big nipple harder as her head drew in closer and closer until her tongue met with my vagina. “Oh my god!” I said, trying not to scream. “Unnnghh, this feels so amazing, please don’t stop!” I said as my thighs closed in around her head, cautious not to suffocate her, but strong enough to keep her close. Her tongue swirled and licked all of it. I felt the clit harden and swell with pleasure I haven’t experienced on this level before. I looked back to Rachel who was unbuttoning her pants, pulling her cock out. She grabbed it and gave it a few tugs. “If I was Rachel, I would have ejaculated by now,” I thought to myself. Still stroking it, she came beside me and pulled at my breast causing the spurting nipple to pop out of my mouth. She aimed my nipple towards her cock. Her hand lathered the milk into her cock as she jerked it. Suddenly, she grabbed my hair. I froze as I watched the shimmering cock pummel its way towards my mouth.. I protested, pressing my lips together. My mouth weakened as Dana continued to send chills through my body, poking her tongue further inside me. I was losing the battle to a pussy that lay between my legs, hungry for passion. My lips gave up. As large as my nipple had become, it was nowhere near as large as her cock, my jaw was forced wide open as she thrust about half of it inside my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around it and did my best to suck it, feeling it pulse and twitch with each forceful pull from my lips. I felt disgusting and used having her male member in my mouth, but I was easily overmatched by my own genitals.

“Move” Rachel said coldly to Dana. Rachel pulled her hips back, popping her cock out of my mouth as my jaw clamped shut. Dana forced my legs back open as my thighs were still pressed against her head. She stood up and wiped her mouth off with the back of her arm.

“I could barely breath” Dana said. “I’m not doing that again, Rachel!” Dana said.

Rachel returned to jerking herself ignoring Dana’s comments. Looking at her own cock she said, “This is the biggest I think it’s ever been! Poor thing must be excited at the idea of fucking two pussies!” Rachel turned facing Dana. “Here Dana, give it a try” Rachel motioned towards her cock.  Dana leaned across my legs and swallowed all of Rachel’s 9 inches. “Now this is a blow job!” Rachel smiled as she turned towards me. “Take lots of notes here Vicky, watch her go! This feels so fucking great!” Rachel said as her rigid hands raked into her own supple ass. “Oh god! OK That’s enough! My cock can only take so much. I need to save it for the prize.” Rachel said between breaths. “Part of the reason I got this damn thing was to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours. I was denied it for years. I watched Vicky change in the lab dressing room in this body of yours. I lay awake at night desperately wanting to fuck her. Kind of hard to fuck using a pussy. As much as I loved my own pussy, I wasn’t meant for one. She had the best pussy and I wanted it. And here it is before me, legs spread wide as can be! Poor thing really wants cock. I guess it’s desperate too after missing out on mine for all these years,” Rachel pouted. “As for you, I know you like it, too! You must be getting used to my cock by now,” Rachel grinned.

“So what shall it be, Vicky?” Rachel said.

“Just do it!” I said with exhaustion, wiping my forehead

“I can barely hear you bitch!” Rachel said, causing Dana to cover her ears.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard! You want this pussy? Fuck it!” I yelled at Rachel as I lunged at Dana’s shirt. I pulled Dana into me, forcing her to kiss me. I felt Rachel pressing her dickhead in my vagina, searching for the hole. “Fuck!” I yelled as her fat penis fought its way inside me. I let my other hand go, letting my breast slap hard against my thigh. My hands pulled again at Dana’s blouse, ripping her shirt wide open exposing her plump D cups protected by a low cut black bra. Still lip locked with her, I unclasped her bra and tossed it to the floor, letting her big tits fall into my hands. I shoved my tongue into Dana’s mouth as Rachel pumped her cock harder into me. I felt like I was being stabbed with pleasure. My mind was now completely lost to my lustful body. Dana didn’t seem at all interested in kissing me as she tried to resist my aggression towards her. My hands pulled her breast and I began sucking her hard nipple. I shut my eyes, confused by the painful pleasure my pussy was enduring. My entire body was jolting back with each forceful penetration, letting out uncontrollable moans as I sucked Dana’s nipple. My hips felt like they were being split apart with each drive Rachel made into me. Her cock was familiar to me, but it felt fatter than it had previously. It was too much for me to handle.

“I have the power!” I thought again to myself. I thought of my aching body. “This fucking body I’m in has uncontrollable desires I can’t control, but I need them to play into my hands. I can’t let them walk all over me,” I said to myself concentrating on Dana’s nipple.

I lowered my legs which were firmly straddled around Rachel’s hips, bringing my feet to the hardwood floor. I reached my right hand around and under my breasts and as Rachel let her hips back preparing to pummel again, I grabbed the base of her cock, wrapping my fingers around as much of it as I could. My hand pressed hard against my groin as Rachel tried to force herself back inside. I let Dana’s breast go and looked up at Rachel. My hand remained firmly on her cock, leaving just head of her penis inside of me twitching as I squeezed it as hard as I could.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Rachel sneered as she tried to pry my grip from her cock. I squeezed it with all my strength as I glared back into her angry face. “You need it so badly, don’t you!” I said, adding a slight grin. I released my grip from her cock, kicking my feet forward sending me and the chair backwards. As the chair came to a stop, I stood up from the chair, arching my back, allowing full display my naked body as I faced both women. Looking deeply into their eyes, I let my right hand slip down to my vagina, slowly running my finger upwards through the full length of it, gathering up juices. I pulled my hand slowly up, rubbing my palm up my stomach, parting my cleavage and delicately rubbing the wet finger on my lower lip, licking the juices. Their faces expressions remained confused as they stood still watching me. Rachel looked desperate as she clutched her throbbing cock left unfulfilled by my sudden and seemingly irrational actions. I lifted my toes and spun my hips, walking to the bedroom with a sway and my head held high while my back remained arched. I could feel their stares as I turned the corner and entered the bedroom. I sat myself on the bed and waited a moment… I heard nothing, not a whisper or a footstep.

“Dana, take your pants off and come in here,” I boldly said, not really sure what to expect or what additional secrets I may uncover.

I began to hear feet shuffle, “Is this some kind of joke?” Rachel replied. “This is between you and me!”

“Aren’t you Dana’s boss?” I quickly replied. “If you want me, then Dana needs to do as I say.”

I heard a faint whisper as they moved around the living area. I heard the sound of shoes and clothes drop. Footsteps came closer to the bedroom where I sat on the edge of the bed facing the doorway. Dana appeared in front me, wearing only black panties. I took a good look at her. Her arms lay folded in front of her stomach, pressing her large and naked breasts together. She carried a little bit of extra weight, but it was all proportional. Her panties started just beneath her hands, flaring out around her wide hips and large but firm looking buttocks. “No bulges!” I thought to myself. She’s a regular, ordinary woman. I reached my hand out to her. “Come here Dana,” I said.

Dana walked over to me as I heard Rachel begin walking. “Not yet!” I shouted into the hallway. “I will call you in a minute!”

I placed my hands on the soft sides of her hips running their course along her back and cupping her ass. My fingers slowly pulled at her panties as I brought them down to their knees before they fell to the ground. “I don’t have a plan yet, but this is a start. Getting control over these woman may be my only hope for getting my body back,” I thought to myself as I looked closely at Dana’s shaved pussy. What would have normally made me hard as a rock in my old body, made my juices flow. I licked my finger again and began exploring her pussy. My finger lost its motion as her dry pussy basically seized my finger. I withdrew, running several fingers through my own juices, and placing my wet fingers back to hers. “That’s better.” I said looking up to her. It didn’t take long before Dana had her hands braced on my shoulders. Her knees became weakened as she let out a few soft moans.

“Rachel, please come here,” I spoke softly so not to disrupt the foreplay.

Rachel entered and stood behind Dana, looking over her shoulder at me with fragments of lust and curiosity, but mostly confusion.

I turned my glance briefly back to Dana and then down to her pussy. “Dana has a nice pussy. Aren’t you the least bit interested in it, Rachel?” I asked.

“That’s nothing you need to be concerned with!” Rachel said. Her voice sounded weakened by the odd circumstances. She tried to force a sense of authoritarian control as she was accustomed to, but it fell noticeably short.

“You put your cock in Dana’s mouth just a few minutes ago, didn’t you? I feel somewhat concerned about that” I said, standing up. “I wouldn’t call anything you do as professional.” I said, flexing my slight size advantage and pressing my intimidating chest into her. “I’ll let you finish fucking me, but on one condition. You need to fuck both of us,” I said, breathing down her neck as my hand grabbed and rubbed her cock around my wet crotch. Placing my other hand, I ran my fingers back inside my vagina, delivering more of my juices to Dana’s pussy. I sat back on the bed, both arms extended into their crotches, rubbing Rachel’s large cock, and watching Dana fight her enjoyment as I circled her clit. I hopped on the bed, lying on my back, with my breasts sprawled out beside me. I motioned to Dana. “Come lick me.”

Dana climbed onto the bed and gently lowered herself back to my vagina. The withdrawal from pulling Rachel’s cock out of me before I could orgasm left my pussy cold and wet and wildly craved her tongue as it sloshed in and around my clitoris. I felt like sparks could fly from my hot and freakish nipples as I collected and cradled as much of my breasts into my arms as I could.

I reached down to my pussy and covered my hand in its juices as Dana continued to work her tongue into me. I took my wet hand and motioned Rachel over. I gripped her throbbing cock and gave it a good greasing as it soon reflected with my juices. I wasn’t about to let her hurt Dana. “I need both of them to enjoy this.” I secretly thought to myself.

“Now fuck her from behind!” I moaned as my hand dropped from her cock, landing flimsily over the edge, unable to stay focused as Dana gently nibbled on my clit.

Rachel climbed onto the bed and positioned herself behind Dana’s butt. For a moment, she looked down as if she was admiring her cock. Suddenly, Dana pulled my clit into her mouth. Her eyes popped wide open as her body thrust forward, releasing my clit. Her head landed somewhere between my breasts as she let out a moan. Rachel banged her forward again. Dana continued to moan wildly. After several more thrusts, Dana, who was still managing a doggy-style position was now looking directly down at me, her plump tits and large brown areolas dropped down and settled onto my sprawled breasts as Rachel pounded her hard from behind. Immediately, Dana began moaning louder and more frequent. I could tell she was about to orgasm as her hands which were planted beside my shoulders reached and clawed at my flesh. Reaching up for her shoulders, I pulled her down and kissed her again. This time her tongue forced its way around. Just then, she opened her mouth and moaned and breathed spastically almost biting my tongue. Her warm body collapsed on top of me, providing me with limited mobility.

“Uunnngghhh!!!” I let out a surprised moan as Rachel drove herself into my pussy while Dana still remained pressed against me. I wrapped my arms around Dana again, holding onto her for dear life as Rachel’s bulging muscle pumped my vagina as hard and as fast as it could. I turned my head to the left as I watched Rachel pull and grab at Dana’s supple ass high above our meeting pelvises. “I’m cuming!!” I cried as I pulled on my hair and then Dana’s hair. Rachel pulled her cock out of my twitching vagina and less than 2 seconds later, Dana let out a scream as her body began rocking up and down on top of me. Her head turned as our faces met, and we began passionately kissing each other. Her pussy lay less than an inch from mine and as the vibrations seemed to carry over into mine. Her juices began flowing down to my pussy. My body quivered beneath Dana with sensory overload.

My body, still unable to move, offered its hungry and desperate pussy “Give it to me!!” I screamed with teeth clenched. With Dana moaning on top of me, my soft and silky body lost any remaining fragment of patience as my blood pressure rose and my twitching vagina lay exposed waiting to be filled again.

I felt and heard Rachel as she slapped Dana’s ass above mine as she let out a raging moan of her own. She uncorked her cock from Dana’s pussy and pushed her sweaty body off to the side. I was able to see Rachel clearly now. She stood on her knees before me with her enormous cock thrusting forward. She bit her lip with a smile as she looked at my pleasure zones. I turned over and placed myself into the same doggy position that Dana had been in. I wanted to enjoy what Dana had experienced. My breasts dropped ungraciously below me, smothering the silk sheets beneath them. “This is cunt is all mine!” Rachel snarled as she slapped my ass. On my knees and elbows I braced myself as Rachel stabbed her smoldering cock inside of me, moaning uncontrollably as she pumped vigorously. Her nails clawed and dug into my ass, filling pain and pleasure throughout my body as she plunged in and out.

Dana, who lay on her back beside me, stared blankly towards the ceiling while masturbating and moaning in unison with me. I pulled my left breast out from under me and offered it to her as she willingly swallowed the nipple into her mouth. She began to pull and yank at my bloated nipple as my body thrust back and forth. My milk was drooling from her mouth as she suckled. I turned away, closing my eyes. I concentrated on the foreign vagina between my legs. The room was getting smaller. My head was spinning. My entire crotch felt as if it had become two strong hands as it spastically squeezed and suffocated Rachel’s pumping cock. My body quivered. I looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep my senses together. My body was experiencing what felt like several orgasms at once and in succession for what must have lasted several minutes, but ripped at me like a timeless sensation of suffering and pleasure. I felt Rachel’s cock shake inside of me as we both screamed together. I felt her cock become small as my inner walls closed in and around it. She pulled it slowly out of me as she collapsed sideways, tumbling over Dana’s legs. I remained on all fours unable to think for several moments as my gaping vagina continued to twitch. I too, collapsed, but turned over on my back beside the two worn out women. Tears from all kinds of emotions I had began rolling down my cheeks as my hand returned to my crotch. I felt sore, embarrassed, but still wanted more. My index finger viciously circled my enlarged clit, making sure no one was paying attention. My fingers kept going as I came again and again over the next couple of delirious minutes.




Chapter 6



I awoke the next morning on top of my sheets. Stretching my arm towards the ceiling revealed Dana beside me. As I lay on my left side, my eyes slowly opened and focused on my breasts outstretched across the bed sheets. Things came into perspective as I quickly realized that Dana was still asleep and suckling my right nipple gently with her soft lips. I could make out the top of her head as most of her face was nestled in my chest. I realized that her head was much smaller than one of my breasts.

The familiar pains began to swell up inside my left breast. Dana must have suckled my right breast all night. I reached my free arm gently over my right breast which lay atop the engorged one. I gently pulled my nipple out of her mouth and as I did this her instant reaction attempted to find its lost treasure. I held up my glistening nipple which was standing about an inch in length and noticeably less swollen. Dana began to wake. Her brown eyes opened as we made contact for several moments. Her eyes went to the nipple I was holding several inches from her face. I placed my finger to her lips. “shhhh it’s ok” I whispered to her as I guided my left nipple into her mouth. Her eyes gently closed again as she began to softly suckle my desperate body. I ran my fingers through her soft hair trying to understand what the fuck I was doing.

A week went by. I had only left my apartment once since my entrance back to society. It was a trip to the corner grocery market and I still felt incredibly uncomfortable dressing in women’s clothing, the wide hips and the breasts that were impossible to hide, it seemed like my entire wardrobe’s purpose was to showcase my body off. Before I ventured outside, I spent several hours in front of the mirror trying loosest clothes I had, trying different methods to flatten my breasts with towels and whatever else I could find in order to conceal this goddess body. I could cut my hair short, wear men’s clothing, but I could never pull it off. I cautiously ventured out. As I had anticipated, my enormous tits were drawing stares. I was trapped and unable to call for help. No one would believe my story. Who could I possibly tell?? My thoughts raced as I purchased my groceries. The cashier was a girl in her late teens, early twenties. Her and the girl behind her at the other checkout were trying to keep a straight face, refusing to make any eye contact with me. I’m sure it was my breasts they had been giggling about. I felt as though the whole store was giggling and laughing at me. I pulled out my credit card and then the horror hit me. My face became flush with red as I saw the damage to my shirt. My left breast had completely soaked through. It was obvious to everyone what had happened. I lunged for a half packaged brown grocery bag to hide the embarrassment as I briskly walked out the door. Tears streaked down my cheeks as I had another emotional episode. I have been tricked, kidnapped and tortured I thought to myself as I raced home feeling completely helpless. “Why me??” I screamed aloud. “Why the fuck me!!???” Life was impossibly unfair and cruel I thought as my tears turned into a sob. I just didn’t feel comfortable walking around in a dildo craving pussy and huge leaky tits out for public display. I barged through my apartment door, throwing the groceries on the counter as I ripped my soaked shirt off. This was far from the worst day I’ve had since trapped in this vessel, but it was certainly one of the most demoralizing days. I pulled the machine over to the couch and attached the hose to the menacing breast.

Another week went by. Dana had spent almost each night at my apartment with me. Our apparent need for each other turned into a friendship. She suckled and massaged my breasts at every opportunity she had. It was becoming clear that she was addicted to them. I had wondered if it was the milk or just the idea of playing with breasts this large that turned her on. I certainly had no complaints either way. My choices were limited. Her soft lips had taken over much of the work that the milk machine had done. I gladly accepted her companionship. She also continued to measure my breasts, both before and after I fed her. I had a growing collection of bras that she brought with her visits as my chest continued to grow without much explanation. After two or three weeks, I had retired the 36k moving to a 38L which I eventually outgrew over the next few days and had to be fitted for a 38LL. It fit me well and I hoped I could continue using it for a while. The material had enough stretch to it that it actually did a good job of holding them when they were full of milk.

I was expecting Dana this evening as I dressed and wrestled my tits into 38LLs. As I clasped the last hook and straightened my back, I sighed as I watched the immense breasts push out from all sides of the bra. I eventually undid the bra and decided I was better off without it. Without the bra on, the breasts hung past my navel, nipples still puckered about an inch or so, but much less swollen now. I could see my breasts with my back facing the mirror easily as they spread out in all directions trying to grow larger with demanding milk production that was my new and sad life. They also hung a considerable length, but remained plump even when fully drained, jutting a good 8 inches outward from my chest wall. When I leaned over, they hung 16-17 inches from my body. I could probably use these as weapons I thought to myself, watching the breasts

Several hours later around dinnertime, Dana knocked. I picked myself up from the couch, cradling my bare chest as I let Dana in.

“We are going out tonight!” Dana said as she put a bag down on the countertop. “Look what I brought!” Dana said with a smile. She pulled out two bras from her bag whose 38LL cups could easily fit a small child into. I reached for the white one.


It still fit fairly well. “Thanks Dana” I said as I headed to my bedroom to put a shirt over. “Put something nice on. We are going out tonight. You have been cooped up in here for far too long.” Dana said as she followed me. “Here, you obviously need some help” Dana said as she got a makeup kit out of her purse. “I am not putting on makeup” I said. “No way Dana”

“Fine, suit yourself, but at least let me pick an outfit for you” She said.

After deliberating and arguing for twenty minutes over what to wear, she finally convinced me to show off a little bit of cleavage. I stood in the mirror wearing the skirt she had picked out. It looked good on me, there was no denying that, although it seemed unnecessarily tight around my hips and ass.

“Wow, you are one hot chick! We’ll see if you got the moves to go with that hot body of yours!” Dana admired as she gave my butt a few playful slaps.

“My underwear is showing” I replied as I turned to view my backside.

“That’s an easy fix!” Dana said as she knelt beside me. She put her arms up my skirt and felt an abrupt rush of air as she pulled my underwear down to my ankles. I kicked them to the side and walked over to my dresser to find a more suiting color.

“Hey what are you doing” asked Dana.

“I’m finding new underwear” I said.

Dana yanked playfully at my wrist and pulled me away from the dresser “First of all they are not called underwear, these are panties my dear, and second of all, you don’t need panties” Dana said as she twirled the black panties away.

“Well what about my…”

“Your what? Your pussy? You don’t need anything on her. Take my word and go for it, it makes you feel free and sexy and no one will know!” Dana winked.

“Fine, whatever”

I picked up the shirt that I had picked out, a flowing cotton blouse that scooped gently down the front, exposing very subtle cleavage. “OK OK, its actually better than I thought it would be” Dana said as she played and fixed my hair from behind. I turned to the side, making the final adjustments to the bra. Glancing at the shirt and my breasts at a profile, it really felt like the shirt was doing justice. “You look like you are ready for a sexy business lunch more than a bar outing, but you still look fine. If I had half your curves, I’d rule the world” Dana said admiringly as she brushed out the knots in my hair.

“Looks like that shirt is holding up your big girls nicely” Dana commented

“I just want this all to end, and to be able to wake up from this nightmare” I confided with her.

“I know sweetheart, but there’s nothing we can do about it. Life is good as a beautiful girl, you’ll see” Dana said as she wrapped her arms around me, pressing her chest into mine.

Trying to reach around her as best I could, our lips met for a kiss. I felt a rush of excitement tingle in my “free” crotch. I drew back from her briefly. As we looked at each other for a moment I noticed something different about her. Her acne had completely cleared up, revealing a very clean complexion I noticed.

“Your acne is gone!” I exclaimed.

“Yes it sure has!” Dana remarked. “And look!” she said as she twirled around. Facing me, she held her hands underneath her bosom. All because of you!” She pointed at me. She gave her breasts a good squeeze. “I went from a D to a double DD and its happened since I started drinking your milk. I think all that milk has gone right to my tits!” She smiled proudly.

“Yes they certainly do look nice” I remarked. I could tell a slight difference. “God I wish my tits were that small,” I whispered to myself. I felt jealousy and resentment over her breasts as I watched her continue to twirl and dance effortlessly around me without the worries of losing her balance. I was also noticing that it seemed like she had put weight on in other areas to, mainly her ass, but I wasn’t about to comment on that.

As Dana continued to dance about my bedroom she went on about her new boobies. “I have had nothing but your delicious milk for these past two weeks. With the exception of a few light breakfasts, my diet has come right from your big delicious titties! And I feel great too!” Dana said with a glow.

“You can’t be serious..” I asked.

“Of course I am. My skin has cleared up as you can attest to, my boobs have gotten bigger, and my energy has been through the roof!. I’ve been taking acne medication since I was 15. It just doesn’t disappear like that, in fact it never really has until the past couple weeks. Your sweet milk deserves the credit!” Dana said poking my left nipple inwards.

Impulsively, I slipped my hand inside the bra, and began to pull my breast out for her. My breasts were past due now. They needed attention as the recognizable and dull pains slowly made it clear they needed a good milking.

“Put your big girl away for now, we’ll take care of her later. We need to go out and celebrate!” Dana said as she packed my swelling breast gently back into its bra. She went to the kitchen and pulled two objects from her purse. “Oh here, put these in.” Dana said, waving them.

“Put what in where?” I asked.

“Well my dear, these are nursing pads! In case your girls start leaking, it soaks up the spillage, so take them, here.” Said Dana, handing me the pads.

I lifted my shirt and placed them inside my overflowing bra, making sure they covered the nipples. I was impressed, they actually felt pretty good and they nearly covered my areolas. With the shirt back down, the pads went unnoticed, and so did my nipples!

The timing with the pads couldn’t have been better. All the signs were there that I needed to be drained and soon. A night out right now only seemed irresponsible to my aching and cursed body. My skin was already tight around my sore tits. They also protruded with noticeably less sag when they swelled like this, Like two monster torpedos ready for launching I chuckled at the thought.

“What are you laughing about” Dana inquired.

“Nothing, but I really think I need to get them drained” I replied.

“We’ll take care of it, we won’t be out for too long. I just want to take you out for a little while. You have been cooped up in here and it’s not healthy to live like this. So come on let’s go!” Dana said emphatically.

I adjusted the bra one last time and loosely tucked the shirt into the skirt that Dana had picked out. I actually admired myself as I looked back into the mirror. I was impressed how the looseness of the shirt made me feel like less of a big breasted wench. I smiled at myself. With the decent fitting bra, nursing pads in place and my outfit, I could definitely feel more comfortable venturing out like this I thought myself as I posed the new look in the mirror. “I guess a little time outside wouldn’t hurt. As long as I get back here in an hour or so and milk these melons, I’ll be ok” I chuckled to myself as I posed my tits, thinking of all the wonderful words I once used to describe them.

I followed Dana outside the apartment and we headed down a couple of streets to a bar she liked. Once again, I could feel the pedestrian stares beaming at my chest. I shot a quick glance down at my swelling breasts as they jiggled in effort to keep with our hurried walking pace. No milk stains at least, not tonight and hopefully not ever again “I can’t let anything bother me tonight. I’ll go out for a short while and then head back home and take care of them,” I reassured myself.



Chapter 7



The bar was definitely not the kind of place I was used to hanging out in. The atmosphere was definitely more sophisticated than my usual Irish watering holes. Most of the other men were dressed well, women were mostly skinny and dressed to kill. They were certainly not wearing loose fitting blouses with big boobs. Nope, not these girls, I dated a few of them in my past and all were short term deals….not my cup of tea. We sat down at the center bar and I continued to people watch, but no one seemed to bother with me. I was in for a decent night I thought to myself.

The bartender eventually made her way over. She was a nice attractive looking girl in her mid-twenties. Brunette, slim build, wearing a tight black t-shirt that advertised the bar name in cursive across her chest.

“So what brings you ladies out tonight” the bartender said as she shouted across the thicket of chatter.

“Are you talking to…” I said

“We are out to party!, And to celebrate to celebrate my friend’s birthday!” Dana shouted back. “Its my best friend’s birthday today and she hasn’t been out in a long time, poor baby!” Dana said as she looked at me over her right shoulder. “We are going to have fun tonight!” Dana said, as she spun around and gave me a hug. My folded arms let go as I reluctantly put my arms around her.

“Hey can I ask you a question?” Asked the bartender in my direction. “First, why the sad face? It’s your birthday, I’ll get you your first drink, it’s on me; and second, are your boobs real?”

I felt flushed with anxiety as I tried not to sound nervous, but Dana cut me off again.

“Oh these babies are all natural!” Dana shouted back as she hefted my left breast. “Here see for yourself!” She smiled.

The bartender reached her arm out across the bar and gave my breast a couple of quick squeezes. “Oh my god, those are real!” She shouted back with intrigue. “So birthday girl, what can I get for you?”

“What do you have on tap?” I asked.

“You want beer? Really?” she asked with a slight giggle.

“No, she’s only teasing, Vicky will have a Grey Goose Martini up with a twist, and actually make it two.” Dana shouted.

“Why did you tell her it’s my birthday?” I asked.

“Because it is Vicky! Today is your real birthday, wanted to tell you as a surprise! Thought you’d get a kick out of it. So let’s drink to that, babe, cause today you are the big 3-O!” Dana smiled convincingly back at me.

I had finished my third martini. Dana and I talked about everything from growing up as kids, to what foods we liked to the current situation with the body I was in. The vodka was doing its part. I had moments were I felt like my old self, I was less concerned with the people around me. Of course I was getting shitfaced in this weak vessel I was trapped inside. I forgot so much that I thought I could drink like a man still. I looked over and saw that Dana was just about finished with her second one. “What the hell!” I ordered another round and as we lifted our glasses for another celebratory cheers, and then something didn’t feel quite right. My breasts felt like they were catching fire. My nipples felt the sensation of cold and wet. I glanced quickly around and then brushed my arm against my chest. My shirt felt damp and as I looked down, I could faintly see two wet spots forming on my blouse.

“Oh my god Vicky, go to the bathroom!” Dana exclaimed. “You leaked right through the nursing pads!”

I rushed to the bathroom, parting the group of people that blocked my way, nearly knocking over a girl who wobbled to keep her footing. “What are you doing, bitch!?” She shouted back in a drunken stupor. Luckily the bathrooms were unisex and single occupancy and there was one available over by the corner. I frantically shut the door behind me slumped over the vanity assessing my shirt and the impossible level of pain my tits were in. I lifted the damp shirt up and over my head, pulled the soaking nursing pads out of my bra and unhooked the bra, releasing my engorged breasts as they felt the weight of their contents painfully pull them down. With both hands, I painfully pushed the breasts together. Jets of white milk shot from both nipples and sprayed the sink, mirror and just about everything else in sight. I cried and I cried, and knew something like this would happen. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, the door swung opened. “Shit! I forgot to lock the fucking door!” In came the same girl I had bumped into just 5 minutes ago.

“Oh, hi there,” she said slurring her words as she clumsily entered the unlocked bathroom. She did not even look at me as she stumbled over to the toilet seat behind me. Pure panic had set in as my entire body was stunned and paralyzed. My hands had covered the nipples, but milk was steadily escaping, making its way to the vanity top. My eyes were clenched shut as my heart pounded. I needed to do something. I can’t stand here like this with this fucking stranger.

“Hey, why is your shirt off?” she slurred up at me. My back still facing her, “I had, I had a problem with my shirt” I said.

“Hey you sound like you are in some sort of pain,” she slurred back, not paying any attention to what I was saying.

“Hey, your boobs are huuuuuge!! I can see them from back here. But tell me again why your shirt is off!” she slurred

I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror at the hot mess sitting on the toilet debating whether or not she would throw-up or pee first. Another nasty twinge of pain shot through my breasts as I let out an uncontrollable moan.

“Hey what’s wrong with you, come on tell me, please,” she slurred again.

I looked into my own drunken eyes and down at my angry breasts. I had a plan, probably not a good one, but it was the only one I could think of.

“Do you want to see my boobs? And yes they are huge, I bet in fact that you have never seen boobs this big, so I will show them to you if you want” I said as I scanned back over to the drunk girl. She was a hot mess. Literally. She was probably a few inches taller then myself. She had on black high heels that were now kicked to the side. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and a cute little freckly face with an annoying raspy drunken voice.

“I do actually” she said, letting out a hiccup. “I do want to see them, but just because they are big boobies,” she slurred.

My heart raced, plan was in place. I reached underneath the swollen breasts, and calmly turned and walked beside the girl.

“See, here they are.”

“Those seriously are the (hiccup) largest tits I have seen, oh my god, oh my god! And they look so shiny. Why are they so shiny?” she slurred

“Here, go ahead and touch one. It won’t bite you,” I said as calmly and composed as I could.

“Should I?” She giggled.

“I would if I were you,” I said

She raised her hand from her lap, and gave my right breast a good pat, followed by a grab near the nipple. I let out another cry of pain.

“Hey something’s not right with you,” She mumbled

“I’m in a lot of pain right now. Can you please help me, and help me quick,” my composure was gone as I pleaded with her, tears ran down my face and onto her lap.

“Of course I can help you” she slurred, but what can I …..mppphhhhhh!!”

Without hesitation, I grabbed my right tit and jammed the hard nipple into her mouth and held it there. Her hazy blue eyes opened wide in astonishment as she tried to speak. Her words were completely incoherent as my nipple remained firmly in her mouth. It didn’t take long. Less than 10 seconds later and her lips started to tighten around my nipple and her eyes slowly closed. My deviant and desperate plan was somehow working. My breast shuddered as her lips began to suck harder and harder. The drunk girl sitting on the toilet was starting to get a rhythm going. I reached for my left tit and began letting the milk spray against the side of the stall as I pushed and prodded as best I could do with one hand.

“My tits hurt so much” I confessed to her, gently removing my right hand from the underside of the feeding breast and patting her on her head, slowly making sure the aching nipple remained firmly attached to her lips. “What the fuck am I doing?” I thought to myself..

As she continued to pull my nipple and release the milk, my guilt over forcing the drunk girl to feed from my tits was slowly replaced by pleasure as my right breast continued to release what I could feel were gushes and gushes of milk.

Looking back down again at the enormous boob with her face attached to it, her cute and freckly face appeared calm and almost euphoric as she was now in full command with both her hands wrapped firmly around the breast, massaging and drinking as much milk as her thirsty mouth would allow. I continued to work the left breast, still swollen and full of milk. The stall was completely drenched.

Gently, I guided her hands to the left breast. She let out a slight sigh as the nipple popped out. She pulled the new boob towards her, and once again, I shuddered as her lips greeted the new nipple, still thirsty, she went full force. Within a matter of minutes, the engorged tit began to relax as milk flowed wildly out from its nipple. I was impressed. For what seemed like minutes, nearly half of an hour had transpired. I estimated that she probably drank close to a full gallon of my milk.

Another 5 minutes went by, there was still milk in me, but I felt good. My tits felt amazingly good! I slowly pulled the breast away from her, as she tried to stay latched onto it, but enough was enough and I was feeling dizzy from standing in one spot for so long. We briefly made eye contact with each other. I think we were both embarrassed over what happened. Still topless, I stuck my hand out “I’m Vicky, it’s nice to meet you,” I said. “Amanda,” the girl said.

“I’m confused. I’m confused…did I just” Amanda said shaking her head as she pointed to my naked breasts. She wiped her hand across her mouth, wiping the excess away, examining it, looking back at my tits and then back to her milky hand.

“I’m sorry for…” I stammered

“Just don’t say anything, please” Amanda said. “Just don’t, just don’t” She said shaking her head in disbelief as she picked herself up and headed to the vanity. Her shirt had patches of milk soaked through the fabric.

I reached around her, and quickly worked my breasts back into the bra. I pulled the blouse back over, which was almost dry, no visible signs remained. The drunken girl was still hunched over the vanity trying to collect her senses over what had happened.

“Yeah I did, didn’t I?” asked Amanda.

I nodded, completely unsure what was coming next, but I had to make sure she would not make a scene.

“Are you some sort of freak or something?” she asked me. “I think I fell asleep or blacked out or something, but I’m pretty sure I drank whatever it was from those, that, those things of yours,” she said pointing at my mostly drained breasts

“And why do I feel so full?” She asked. She glanced back in the mirror and fixed her hair. I stood and watched her for a moment unsure of what to do. She turned and approached me. Not saying a word, she lifted my blouse and peeled down the bra cup as far as it would go and pulled and hoisted out my left breast, leaving it exposed and hanging. “Well look at that. You are a freak!” She said as she took a step backwards viewing my breast. I kept my arms remaining by their sides. She stared at it for a few more seconds, before approaching me again and placed her index finger and thumb around the areola, pressing them together. A few small jets of milk shot out.

“I did didn’t I?!!” she said as her voice elevated. “I sucked your god damn fucking tit milk didn’t I??!!” she yelled in an accusatory tone. I was three seconds to running out the door with my big hanging breast exposed to the whole bar when a sudden smile came over her face. “That was one of the best things I have ever tasted….It was like warm and sweet and silky….so fucking delicious!!” Amanda said with a bigger smile. She leaned forward, allowing herself another taste, once again wrapping her delicate lips around the exposed breast and gave my nipple a few pulls. With a few more tugs on my nipple she released it and stood back over by the vanity. “Wow, am I going to regret this tomorrow morning. Shit!” she said shaking her head in utter disbelief. As I wrestled my boob back into its bra, Amanda stopped me. “Wait, let me have one more taste. I don’t think I will taste something quite like this for a long time,” She said. And with that she went back to my half exposed breast. “Pull the other one out” She commanded me. I reluctantly obliged her demanding tone and shortly she was alternating between breasts. My back was now pinned to the bathroom tile as this girl pulled and suckled my tits and nipples

“It’s so god damn good!!” Amanda said, looking up at me with a playful smile. “I feel like I can’t stop. Its so fucking tasty!” she said between her vigorous pulls. She had no intention of going soft. I could tell that for whatever was compelling her, she wanted to consume as much of my milk as she possibly could. And with that, she abruptly stopped, with my nipples still on auto drip, but to a much more manageable condition. “Put those monsters away before I lose my fucking mind,” Amanda said, as she wiped her shirt off with a few handfuls of bathroom towels. I placed my drained breasts back in the bra for hopefully the last time.

“I don’t know if I can keep myself away from those tits of yours. I’m not sure what’s come over me, I’m not a lez, I like my men trust me, but there’s something about those tits of yours that makes me feel like I’m reaching a different level, I don’t even know how to explain it.” Amanda said as she ran her hands over the outside of my blouse.

I decided to open up. “If you like my breasts, you can have them whenever you want or need them. They need a lot of good attention and I can tell that my breasts like you just as much as you like them,” I said.

With that, she reached inside her purse and we exchanged information. “How bizarre” I thought to myself as I headed back through the crowds where Dana was waiting for me. From the looks of it, she was now drunker than I was.

“Geese, Vicky Victoria, what the hell took you so long in there? Looks like you cleaned up your blouse pretty good.”

“Lets just say I made a friend” I said with a half smile

Dana turned to me with a serious look on her face. “What do you mean, Vicky?”

“This girl stumbled into the bathroom and gave me some help. Why?” I asked alarmingly by Dana’s sudden mood change.

“Did she taste anything?” Dana asked, obviously wanting to drill deeper into the events that took place over the past hour.

“Yeah she did, why?”

“Vicky, that’s not a good idea. Shit Vicky. I really didn’t think you would turn into this.”

“Turned into what!?” I demanded

“A milk-maid” she replied in a lower voice, scanning bar making sure no one could hear our conversation.

“You are more or less just a prototype. We don’t really have any future plans for you, but you did or your body I should say helped us with some ground breaking advances as part of the plan,” Dana went on.

“You need to tell me what’s going on here, Dana,” I said grabbing her arm for full attention.

“I trust that you wont discuss this with anyone, no one would believe a story like this anyhow.”

“I can’t even tell my own friends about what you’ve done to me!!!!” I stammered.

“I didn’t do that to you Vicky! I just work there, I only found out some of this stuff a few months ago. I’m just as trapped in this mess as you are.”

“Dana, stop it and tell me what the fuck is going on!”

“There are other prototypes like you out there already. The lab I work for has some powerful clientele. They all happen to be women”

“And so?”

“The lab is trying to create a better world, that’s all. A world where men no longer exist. We are projecting towards the future when men will no longer be required here and we will be able to procreate without them and their guns and world wars. Rachel also happens to be a prototype. Do you think we engineered a penis on her for the fun of it? There are three main what we call ‘providers’ those like Rachel provide the sperm, those like me give birth, and those like you provide the food. The rest of the women who are not providers live normal lives, they can also choose to get pregnant if they choose to, but we are looking at empowering ourselves to eventually replace mankind with womankind.”

“This project started long before you or myself and will continue long after we are gone. We estimate that in 1st world countries, in less than a hundred years from now we may start seeing a significant shift in gender balance, Mother Nature’s way of keeping up with changes. More pregnancies are expected to yield a higher percentage of baby girls over boys in our near future. We have some strong financial backers that simply have an interest in making sure we can cope with the delicate changes as they occur, that’s all really.”

Now with your type of provider, we had altered the DNA in your body. That’s why you are lactating at such a staggering rate. But, we may have out done ourselves. We never really expected your breasts to continually grow like this, that was unexpected. The second finding was the milk. We are still trying to figure out what is in the milk that does make it so addictive. That girl you let feed from you, will probably be hooked if she isn’t already. It’s as if you turned her into a blood thirsty vampire, only it’s your milk that she will be after.”

“I want out of this body, Dana! You will find a way to get me out of this body!” I said as I reached across and grabbed her arm as hard as I could. You people have played around with my life enough!” I yelled.

“I have no control over that Vicky, but I can tell you that it won’t happen. I’m sorry, that’s just the truth of the matter. And you need to keep quiet about this or the lab will find ways of making you stay quiet permanently. They have threatened me, and probably a dozen other employees.” Dana said wiping the tears from her face.

“I like you Vicky, and I hope that we can try to sort out our lives together as friends. I didn’t do this to you. I just did what I was told to do.”

If I had been standing before Dana as my former male self, I would have laughed at her crackpot story and walked away from the crazy bitch, but as Dana’s hands continued to brace my delicate shoulders, it sunk in as to what I had become as I glanced down at my permanent fixtures of enormous tits and cleavage squished tight by her wrapped arms, I knew her story was true and that scared the shit out of me.


Chapter 8


I poured a glass of water and stood naked in front the mirror looking at every angle of my nearly flawless body. I was sweaty and disheveled, but I looked amazing in even the most of states. I lean over the sink and looked into the increasingly familiar watery blue eyes, taking a deep breath and pushing my hair out of the way as I tried to collect my thoughts from tonight’s events. If Vicky had really died in an attempt to switch bodies again, I would most certainly face death and living as much of a struggle as it has been was better than the alternative. I have to find a way to become comfortable with myself and I need confidence. I have spent more tears over the past traumatic month than I have in my entire collective life I reasoned. I just want to be happy again I thought to myself trying to find a sense of calmness. I had cried out all my tears.

Stumbling through the darkness of my bedroom, I went to the dresser to find a clean pair of underwear. My hand reached a hard object in the back of the top drawer and as I pulled it out and held it in the soft light of the hallway, I realized it must have been one of Vicky’s dildos. I tossed the woman’s panties to the floor and lied down on my back with my new best friend.

My eyes opened abruptly as I heard my cell phone ringing. I rolled over and remembered that I had slept naked and on top of my clothes strewn about the bed. I turned again realizing that the cell phone was pressed into my thigh. I flipped it open assuming it was Dana calling, but it was not. Less than 8 hours ago, I had forced my nipple into a complete stranger’s mouth and there was Amanda on the phone.

“Remember me from last night Vicky?” She asked.

“How are you doing this morning?” I asked Amanda curious as to how much she remembered. I was never much of a phone conversationalist, so I listened to her explain how she got so drunk that she forgot where her friends were after going to another bar and how she walked home and on and on. Still lying on my back I clutched my right breast as the familiar morning pains started to settle in. It was almost noon and I didn’t feel like doing much with the hangover I also shared with Amanda.

“Would you like to come over?” I blurted out, interrupting her story. “I’m not feeling so great either and I think I might lounge around for most of the day.” I said

“I’d love to!” Amanda exclaimed. “What’s your address?” she asked.

I rolled myself out of bed, grabbing Tylenol and stepped into the steaming shower. The pains in my chest were demanding more attention as my hands grabbed as much boob as they could hold. I was excited to have a new friend, a friend who did not know me and one who I could actually hang out with perhaps? “And she will be good to you two also” I whispered to my breasts, raising each one up and kissing them. My heart began pounding with nervous excitement over the prospect of having Amanda at my apartment.

I towel dried my hair and stepped into the closet for something to wear. Of all the choices, I discovered a soft spa robe and I fit my arms into the sleeves. As I tried to close the front, I realized my tits were too large to wear this appropriately as I fought with tying the rope around my waist. My breasts sat somewhat inside the robe, held in by just the rope, bulging out, flashing a tease of areola. At that moment, the door bell rang. If it was Amanda would it be awkward having her see me like this? Or would it work to my advantage I thought as I felt another pang run through my chest.

With my left hand holding the rope from untying itself I grabbed the door with my right hand and awkwardly opened the door. Amanda stood in the hallway looking as tired as I felt. She was one tall girl as I recalled from last night, standing very near 6 feet tall it seemed.

“You look bright and cheery!” Amanda said with a sarcastic smile.

“I drank too much, but I had fun last night. Always seems to be the recipe. More fun you have the worst you feel the next day” I said. “Well come on in”

“Nice place you have here” Amanda said walking through the kitchen and into the living area.

“What’s this thing?” She asked pointing to milking machine in the corner.

Without waiting for me to respond, she leaned over and picked up the tubes, holding the pumps in both of her hands. Again I couldn’t help notice what a nice ass she had. She was wearing a tight fitting white shirt accentuating her perky B cups I guessed, and somehow fit herself into the tightest pants in the world. I turned my attention away and walked over trying to think of a good way of explaining the machine’s purpose.

“Well actually its for…”

“It’s for these!” Amanda smiled as she pointed to my chest.

“How does it work then?” She asked

“It’s simple actually” I continued.

Amanda was still investigating the machine as she found the switch and powered it on. “Will you show me how it works?” She asked holding the pumps up. “Does it work like this?” She asked as she playfully placed the pump over her clothed breast. “That kind of tickles!” She laughed.

“And then the milk goes out of here” She said pointing to her breast. “And down this tube thing and all the way” She turned back facing the machine again “And into these containers? She asked. “How come those containers are so large?” She asked laughing to herself.

“Here” I gestured holding out my hand for the pump. “You want to see how it works?” I asked.

“Why not, Ms big boobies” Amanda played.

I turned the knob on the machine to full power as the engine picked up the pace and headed over to the couch with pumps in hand. I sat down and watched Amanda as though a student who was fully engaged in a really interesting college course. I can play too I thought to myself. “This robe is so tight” I said as I slowly pulled each breast out and rested them in my lap. I watched as her expression turned to one of sheer amazement over the sight of my tits coming out. I looked away from her and down to my engorged breasts. My nipples were already hard in full anticipation of the pumps getting ready to steal milk.

“Let me have your hands.” I motioned for Amanda to come over. I gently held her wrists and placed her hands on my tits. “Now gently press and massage them using your full hands and fingers. This helps relax them for the big flow of milk that’s about to come,” I said. I watched her glide her hands over each breast. She was worshiping them, and I loved it! “Now take this pump and place it gently over my nipple, but make sure the pump is centered on it directly otherwise, it pulls the nipple funny and doesn’t feel all that great.” I said. With that Amanda set both nipples to the cups and we both watched as streams of milk hurried out turning the clear tubes to a solid white.

Amanda’s hands went back to my tits and continued to massage the sides. They felt more amazing than ever before. As I watched her give them loving attention, my hips starting rocking back and forth in the couch, my mind was elsewhere as all I could think about was bending that great ass of hers over and fucking her for the return favor. Unfortunately that would remain a fantasy. Heated and horny I pulled the robe fully open, revealing my naked body to her.

“You have a killer body Vicky, but I must tell you I’m really not into women, but if I were, you would be the one I would be with” Amanda said as she continued to kneed my massive glands.

“Can you do me a favor Amanda?” I asked between heavy pants.

“In my bedroom, on the bed, I have a toy. Can you bring it over to me please” I begged.

“A dildo I see!” Amanda called over from the bedroom.

“Vicky, I don’t know” Amanda said in a lower tone. “This all seems very weird. I’m not even sure what I’m doing here. I’m over at an apartment of a person I barely now and I, I don’t know this all seems very weird. You are too freaky, but I don’t know, maybe I’m curious I guess. I’ve never seen anything like you before. I woke up this morning and all I could think about were those breasts from last night. I don’t know what’s come over me” She said with uncertainty.

My heart raced and without much furtive thought, I pulled the pumps off, hastily wrapping the robe around me as I raced over the bedroom to take control of the situation before she made up her mind to leave. I desperately needed her to stay.

“Amanda, I know why you’re here” I said leaning against the doorway to the bedroom, speaking calmly. What followed next was best seductive disrobing I could do without practice, and held out my dripping left breast. “Let’s finish what we started” I said urgently.

I drew my breast to my lips and began softly suckling. I observed Amanda as her uneasy expression seemed frozen for the moment. With my nipple still in mouth and tasting my own delicious milk, I slipped past Amanda and gently lowered myself down on the bed, resting on my side, suckling one breast while the other sprawled out. “It’s delicious and I want to share it with you. Let’s finish what we started last night” I said as my tongue encircled my needy nipple.

Amanda, without words or hesitation, lied down beside me and took to my right breast. She began suckling hard and desperate and then softly, alternating, and consuming my delicious milk. “It’s delicious, isn’t it?” I asked as I pulled my hair back. She nodded and tried to wrap delicate hands around the enormous flesh, but her hands were no match for my growing bosom. I marveled over my breasts as the plump tit stretched well beyond me and into her mouth. My nipple being pulled into her mouth stood a good two feet out from my chest wall. “Amazing” I thought to myself. I ran my hands over the smooth contours of my body in and around my hips as Amanda continued to suckle.

Suddenly, the sound of keys rattled sending my heart into a beating frenzie. It could only be one of two people. Amanda seemed unalarmed, maybe she didn’t hear the rattle, maybe she didn’t care as the outside door to my apartment flung opened. The sound of high heels clapped against the hardwood floors, quickly making way to the bedroom…

“Well well Vicky, don’t you look busy! What has it been, three weeks at least? Did you miss me?” Rachel said as she let herself into the bedroom wearing tight black jeans and a firm fitting blouse.

“What are you doing here?!” I stammered.

Amanda, wiping her chin, sat up to view the stranger. She seemed dazed, which was certainly not the expression I would have suspected as my heart still raced from terror at this very unexpected visit. For a while it seemed, I had almost forgotten about Rachel and her evil grin, the hostile environment I found myself in after the kidnapping, and her sick ways.

“Is this your new slut Vicky?”

“Who are you?” Amanda asked

“Shut up slut, I’m not talking to you” Rachel said as she continued to focus her stare towards me. “My goodness! Dana was right, your tits are just getting riper, much larger than when I saw you last. Dana also told me that you two had a little chat last night which is partly why I stopped by.” Rachel said as she drew nearer, stopping just short of the bed’s edge. I felt her hot and heavy breath on my legs as she leaned over examining my chest. “Dana said you were a 38LL now. Is that right? Hard to tell from this angle.” Rachel laughed.

“So I guess you know everything now” Rachel said with a grin. “You could be dead if I wanted it that way, but what could you do anyhow? You’re just a horny bitch with freak tits. You couldn’t outrun a turtle with those things. You’re a science project gone wrong!”

“What do you want!” I yelled back. “Get the fuck out of my apartment” I said pointing to the front door. “Get the fuck out of here!”

“And what's your name sweetheart?” Rachel said smiling to Amanda. “Don’t have a name? Well, that’s alright for now. But let me ask, what’s a cute little slut like yourself doing with this milk whore?”

Rachel turned back towards me. “I’ll leave once I get what I came for.” Rachel said pointing to an empty milk container sitting on the kitchen counter. “Now get up and fill it cow!” She yelled.

I rushed to my feet full of rage. I stood face to face and looked her in the eyes “Don’t you dare order me around.” I said flushed with anger and embarrassment as I placed a firm grip on her crotch. She winced as I grabbed it tighter and I could feel it swell.

I grabbed the gallon sized container and attached it to the machine. “This is the last time Rachel!”

“I think we both know that’s not true.” Rachel said.

I heard the front door close and I knew Amanda had slipped out of the apartment. I felt embarrassed that anyone could see me like this. Rachel was right. I was a freak. As the machine whirred, Rachel continued to observe me. I turned my attention back to my desperate body. The engorged breasts were sprawled outside the robe as the pumps pulled at my nipples. I felt the familiar shockwaves course the length of my flawless body. My neck stiffened from the overloaded sensations. I had become an object of desire and enslaved to my urges. I dug my fingers into my thighs and slowly ran them up to my slutty pussy. Standing over me was a woman who I was quite convinced helped plot the destruction of my life. I would be forever trapped like this. I looked down at the container. It was nearly a quarter full of . I reached over and shut the machine off. As much as it grossed me out, I found myself unable to resist quick glances of the obvious and unnatural bulge in Rachel’s pants. She has something I very much want.

“Excuse me bitch, you want to explain what you’re doing?” Rachel said

“I need to change positions. I’ll finish, but I need you to help me. Come over here” I motioned.

“I don’t care what position you are in, I don’t have all day” Rachel said as she turned the machine back on. As she leaned over, I reached out and grabbed her wrist and swung her around. Before she could protest, I had already un-zippered her jeans and pulled her big cock out. I grabbed onto it, gave it a few tugs as I looked up smiling at her surprised face. I let go of the stiff cock and reached around her hips drawing her closer as my lips and tongue greeted her throbbing penis. I heard no protests. I rocked my head back and forth, keeping my lips wound tightly around my fuck toy. I removed the robe from my body. The only items remaining on me were the busy pumps which I had forgotten completely about. I let her cock free and doggy positioned myself on the couch. My arm braced the back of the couch, my breasts hung mightily beneath me. No time was wasted as she crammed her fat dick in me. I felt powerful as she pummeled my body. I looked down at my massive breasts and past my stomach where I watched her cock disappearing inside me. I felt amazing, and I looked amazing. This body was certainly not meant for sports, or even a 9 to 5 job. For whatever reason it hasn’t really struck me until now. The facts were unfolding in front of me. This body was built to be fucked, admired, loved and worshipped. I was irresistible to nearly everyone, men and women. I’ve spent far too many hours trying to plot a way back to my old self which is inconceivably impossible it seems. The power to change has been here and waiting for me the whole time and I refused to see it until now for some reason. The power is in the acceptance of this body, my body. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I held up my working breasts with admiration. My heart pounded. I was falling in love with myself. My body raced and teemed with sensations as I lifted each breast in turn, applying soft kisses to them. I felt freedom!

10 vigorous minutes and a wild orgasm went by as I felt her throbbing member release its juice. My poor breasts were over-worked and sore as milk continued gushing like white gold down the tubes. I stood up from the couch and turned to Rachel. I gently pried the pumps off my thickened nipples as droplets hit the floor.

“You have certainly learned how to fuck my darling” Rachel said as she leaned over to pull up her clothes.

“Not yet” I said with my arms outstretched.

“What’s this?” Rachel laughed. “You want a hug?”

“Come here” I spoke calmly.

Rachel nervously accepted my offer as I wrapped my arms around her. I gently lowered her head down and into my chest. Her hands gently explored my breasts until discovering the dripping nipple. We fell back onto the couch, naked and ravished from sex as I cradled her head in my lap. Each breast alone was larger than Rachel’s head and certainly more than one person could handle. I fed the milky nipple into her mouth and watched her enjoy the offerings. My heart pounded again as I realized my new found admiration for myself, my body and the beautiful breasts that seemed to make even the nastiest of people loose themselves in tranquility. I gently lifted up my other breast, kissing her softly with loving admiration in helping me unleash my new discovery. I smiled at the ridiculous nature of this notion, but it was as if a key had unlocked something within me. I helped myself to the wanting nipple, drinking the warm and sweet milk that everyone seems to crave. Rachel remained in my lap for nearly an hour, falling in and out of sleep, but her lips remained firmly attached to me, suckling away.

The world is my oyster!