Karen's Milk by J. Wadd

This story is of an Adult Nature and meant to be read by Adults Only. It is a figment of a demented imagination and is in no way meant to encourage or support the actions described. In other words it is purely fictional and meant only for readers enjoyment. If this type of material offends you, then don't read it.

Karen eyes struggled to open, her mind in a fog, her eyelids so heavy she kept drifting in an out of conciseness. She thought she was dreaming as she struggled to move. Slowly, as her mind began to clear her memory groggily returned. She remembered herself in the clinic when her labor pains began, then the pain, and bits and pieces of the delivery. Then it was nothing but darkness, until now.

As she looked about, this was not the room she had went into labor in. This room was different, it didn't seem like part of the clinic, and she sensed something was wrong. Before she could sort it out, someone entered the room.

“Hello Karen. I see your finally awake, how are you feeling?”

Karen looked up at the older woman's face with a look of uncertainty as she studied her for a moment. She looked to be in her late forty's with slightly graying hair pulled tightly into a bun. A stern almost snobbish, professional look to her, but at least the white lab coat was reassuring as Karen concluded she was still in the clinic.

Karen didn't answer, she felt sore and bruised. She felt so sleepy, her eyes struggling to stay open. “What's happening? Where am I? How is the baby? Is it a boy or a girl?” she asked with tears welling up in her eyes.

“Oh, slow down, one question at a time dear. I'm sorry Karen, but you won't be seeing the baby, remember? That was all part of the adoption and so it really doesn't matter if it was a boy or a girl. But I will tell you that the baby is healthy and the new parents express their deepest gratitude to you.”

Karen began to cry.

The woman sat down on the edge of the chair and pulled her in her arms, her tightly brasseried breasts poking against the side of Karen's cheek. “There there, it will be alright, there will be other children in your future I guarantee it, you'll be fine, you just need some time.”

Karen continued to sob before finally regaining some composure. “Where am I? Are we still in the clinic?”

“No, this is not the Doctor Adams clinic, this is my clinic. Do you remember me? I interviewed you once in your Doctor Adams office.

“I don't understand.” Karen asked totally confused.

I am a close friend of Doctor Adams, my name is Catherine. Doctor Catherine actually, but for now I think it best if you just call me Catherine.”

“Why am I here?”

“You see Karen you have been chosen by Doctor Adams and my colleagues for a rather unique project. That is why we have been preparing you for the last, oh, eight months or so.”

Karen was only more confused now. “What do you mean preparing me? Preparing for what? I thought the adoptive parents took my baby, what more could you possible want for me?”

“Karen the adoptive parents do have your baby now. But you see our interests were never in the baby, but in you and the changes in your body that the baby has caused.”

“I don't understand.” Karen seemed puzzled.

“Karen, you have been chosen for an experimental research program called Intensive Lactation Thearapy, or ILT. It is a program of designed experiments aimed at expanding the lactation capabilities of the human female.”

“What are you talking about? I don't know what you mean, I just gave up my baby and I don't have any ah.” Karen stopped mid sentence and thought for a moment, and a chill ran through her. “Lactation, you mean like milk? Wait I never agreed to this. I want out of here right now.”

Catherine held Karen again. “It's alright. I know this all is a little frightening, but I assure you, you'll be just fine.”

Karen pushed Catherine away and tried to stand only to find her ankles were cuffed and fastened to the chair. “What's going on what have you done to me? Let me go.”

“Calm down, this is just temporary, just relax, I'm only doing what is best for you. You're in no condition to go anywhere for a while dear.” Catherine reassured her.

But Karen's anger continued. “Let me go, I'm leaving, I don't know what kind of sick ideas you may have but I'm not going to be a part of it.”

Catherine gripped Karen tighter, pushing her back down, her ankles already tied, she put up little resistance in her weakened state. Before Karen even realized it Catherine had slipped her right wrist in a cuff similar to the ankle restraint and was now wrestling her left wrist into the opposite cuff as well. She quickly had Karen on her back fastened securely.

Karen weakly struggled against her bonds.

Catherine sat quietly till Karen realized it was useless and began to calm down. “Karen I don't think you fully understand, I can be your friend, or I can be your worst enemy.”

Karen started to sob, “Why, why are you doing this”.

“Sh, sh, let me explain.” Catherine continued. “The vitamins that Doctor Adams prescribed to you, you know the ones that you have been taking for the last seven months. They were more than just ordinary vitamins. They contained a mixture of hormones which have caused your body to believe that you were carrying more than the one baby. The reason being, in our previous research we found that women with multiple births such as twins or triplets have a natural elevation in certain hormones which act specifically on their breasts causing them to redevelop internally. Those changes allow them to generate the nourishment that the multiple babies will need when born. We studied this for quite some time and a few years ago we were able to develop these hormones artificially.”

“You have been on a steady dose of these for the last seven months. Your body currently believes that you were carrying quadruplets, if our calculations are correct. It's been happening inside you and other than maybe some breast tenderness, I'm sure you haven't even been aware of it,” she gently rubbed Karen's shoulders.

Karen could only stare blankly at the horror of what she was hearing, her eyes continuing to tear.

In a few moments Catherine continued, “Now as you may know, it is not that uncommon for a woman to be nursing three or even four newborns, what with this age of fertility drugs and such, so the earlier development, although important, did not proved the extreme results we had hoped for, so we continued our research. We developed a new product based partially on the BGH hormone farmers have been giving dairy cows since the nineties. BGH acts on the cow's pituitary gland, specifically to increase the level of another hormone called prolactin. It was thought back then that it was the prolactin level in the female mammal which determined milk production, but we now know that it is much more complex than that. We found that it is really the milk producing cells or lactocytes that produce milk and that the prolactin level in the blood merely reacted with them to complete the synthesis cycle. Our new product increases prolactin but it is also aimed more specifically at these lactocyte cells. It is all very complex and I'm sure we will all learn more as we go. Your body and breast structure were carefully studied and we believe you are the perfect candidate for our tests, that is why you were selected. For the next few months we will be aggressively working at expanding the amount of milk that your body is capable of producing. All we need now is to start you on the medication and give you the right stimulation. You can think of yourself as somewhat of a pioneer if you will dear. If all goes as planned we will all go down in the journals of modern medicine.”

“I won't do it. I won't be your guinea pig; you're out of your mind if you think you can get away with this.” Karen screamed.

Catherine just smiled. “Right now you may be saying no, but I think your body may soon change your mind. You see, it's out of your or even my control, it's the hormones that are in charge now. Oh, and if you recall the paperwork you signed in our interview at the beginning of your pregnancy you would remember that you also signed a Medical Consent for Research form which in effect means, you volunteered for this program. I apologize if it was somewhat misleading, but even so it is still a legally binding contract and we have it all on video in case you would like to refresh you memory. So, now let's stop this foolishness and I'll get your first dose of medicine.”

She returned with a glass, but Karen refused and turned her head as Catherine tried to feed it to her.

“As you wish dear,” Catherine turned and left the room, but Karen's victory was short lived as she was back in a few moments, this time with an IV bag on a rolling stand.

Karen felt panicky.

“Karen, as I told you before. We are going to continue one way or another. Your only choice is if it is with your cooperation or not.” As Catherine brought the IV needle into view she began to gently swab Karen's arm with alcohol. She warned Karen. “Hold still or the needle might cause serious damage.”

Karen felt defeated and began to sob as the needle pierced her skin and found its way into the vein.

Catherine finished attaching the IV and then adjusted the bag to a steady drip. She then sat down on the bed next to Karen, opening Karen's gown and with her thumb and forefingers, started gently caressing her nipples.

Karen blushed with embarrassment at the intimate contact.

“You'll get over your modesty quickly as you'll soon become quite accustomed to having your breasts massaged and you'll see, it won't be all that bad,” then she increased the pressure. “Now when you decide to take the medication orally, I will disconnect the IV, but it is crucial that we start it now and we must also increase your intake of fluids to keep you from dehydrating, as most of the fluids in your body will soon be redirected, if you know what I mean.” Catherine continued her work on Karen's nipples, now squeezing and pulling them almost to the point of pain. She continued this for a few more minutes before releasing the now tingling buds. “There, that should be enough for now,” she said.

Karen was angry and flushed. “I won't let you do this to me.” She exclaimed.

Catherine brushed Karen's cheek with her hand. “Will just have to wait and see dear. Now get some rest and if you need me for anything just push this call button.” She placed a corded remote in Karen's left hand. “I think you need to get some rest and I promise I'll leave you alone unless you call.” She turned and left Karen alone in the room.

Karen did feel tired, exhausted was more like it. As she lay there helpless she thought back to early in her pregnancy and her first visit to the clinic and was first introduced to Doctor Adams. She remembered how thorough he was with his examination, especially with her breasts and then she did recall a little of the interview that Catherine spoke of, but she thought that this woman was just like a social worker for the adoption and stuff. Now the more she thought about it she also remembered how after the first month or so her breasts had started aching, right after she had began to take those vitamins. When she had complained to the Doctor on subsequent visits, he seemed pleased and told her it was perfectly normal and not to worry even though her breasts at times became so tender. Thinking of her breasts they were never something she was proud of as she was growing up. Although they were normal sized what bothered her was that they weren't as firm as most girls her age. They were soft and loose and she could never go without a bra as it was very noticeable at least in her mind. But during her pregnancy they had firmed and had grown from a comfortable 34B to a solid 36D and were even starting to show little stress lines on the surface of the skin at the sides. Her areola had grown too and was now dark and wide and her nipples had enlarged noticeably. “Why had had these people done this to her?” she asked herself. Was it because she was single and listed no family or friends when she had checked into the clinic? She began to realize that running away from her parents and telling no one about her pregnancy may have been a big mistake. She lay there sobbing with all these things going through her mind, but eventually exhaustion finally overtook her. She drifted off to sleep, a sleep so deep she was not even aware as Catherine changed the IV bag several times throughout the evening.

When Karen finally woke she was frightened. She had been dreaming that she could feel pains shooting through her breasts. Now awake, she gathered her thoughts and realized the pains were not just in her dreams. She could clearly feel real pain and they felt warm and hard as she began to remember why she was here. She quickly remembered the button and pushed it.

In a few moments Catherine appeared and Karen told her about the pain in her breasts. Catherine kissed her on the cheek, “That's and excellent sign Karen, you are doing great. Let me get something that should help with the pain, I'll be right back”. When she returned she brought two steaming hot towels with her. “Here dear I know you're breasts are beginning to hurt and this should help ease some of the pain.” She placed the towels directly over Karen's breasts. They were quite warm though not too hot and the heat did indeed feel good as she felt the pain slowly began to subside. Before the towels fully cooled, Catherine again left the room this time returning with an electric heating pad. Removing the still warm towels, Karen's nipples rose immediately as the cool air hit them. Catherine reached over taking them both between her fingers as before and began to massage them, pinching slightly and gently pulling them away from her chest. Karen could not see, but Catherine quickly noticed that both nipples immediately sprouted little drops of milk and she eased up on the pressure now just rubbing the erect nubs wanting to stimulate but not wanting any milk to be released at this point. “Here I brought you this heating pad. This should help with your discomfort.” She said as she laid the pad across Karen's chest. “Now why don't you try to get some more rest, your body needs it. You can call me again if there's anything else.” Catherine left the room smiling inwardly to herself. She knew exactly what the heat would do to Karen's developing breasts. She knew that the heat would expand the lactose cells and make the milk ducts dilate, relieving the pressure temporarily and more importantly letting them refill even further with the milk she was beginning to produce.

She went into the adjoining room to wait and she began to prepare the equipment that she knew would soon be necessary.

Karen could feel the warmth affecting her breasts and it indeed relieved some of the pressure she had felt earlier. She lay still, as the warmth continued to spread and soon allowed her to drift back to sleep.

Barely two hours had passed when Catherine heard the call button sound. She knew that Karen would be in severe pain by now, but she did not rush to answer the call.

Karen again had the recurring dream about the pain in her chest, which became so pronounced that it had woken her. Just as before, it was no dream. It felt like her breasts were on fire, and she guessed that the heating pad may have short-circuited or something. The fire felt so deep within her as she pressed the button a second time.

Catherine smiled as the call went off the second time. She knew exactly what was happening.

Karen saw the door opening and called to Catherine. “Please, the heating pad, I think something is wrong, hurry, its burning.”

Catherine was quickly to Karen's side and immediately removed the electric device and examined it. It was not hot, just comfortably warm, as she quickly calmed Karen. “Here see, it's not hot,” holding the heating pad to Karen's cheek.

Karen couldn't believe it. She was so sure that it had been causing the heat she felt. Yet now even with the pad removed her breasts still felt like they were on fire.

Catherine laid the pad aside and felt Karen's breasts with her hands.

Karen instantly became aware of the pressure within them. She realized what was happening and she began to cry.

Catherine comforted her by gently kissing her cheeks with one hand wiping the tears as the rolled down the side of her face. With her other hand she continued to stroke Karen's nipples, alternating between left and right, assuring that the both stayed erect.

Karen's sobbing continued as the nipple stimulation only increased the pressure she felt within her breasts. “Please don't do this to me. Please, just let me go.”

Catherine was deaf to her pleading. “It will only get worse if you're not milked soon Karen. Even if we stopped now, it would take a week, maybe two, or maybe even a month or more before your body would change and stop making milk.”

Then for the first time, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she realized that Catherine was right. She knew that at least for now she would have to give into this woman. “Please I can't take anymore. Please make the pain go away. Please I'll do what you want, just make it stop, please.”

Catherine kissed her again, this time on the lips, and then whispered to her, “First you must agree to my terms, only if you agree to obey and cooperate with me without question will I make the pain go away.”

The way it was phrased scared her, but the aching that seemed to be ever increasing left her no other choice. “Yes, Yes, I promise, just make it go away.”

Catherine removed the IV from her arm and released the straps holding her arms and legs. Karen's hands went instinctively to her breasts. They were rock hard and painfully swollen; just her touching them brought a gasp to her lips.

Catherine pulled Karen's hands from her breasts. “Remember you are to do everything I say without question. Is that understood?”

Karen nodded her head.

“Then we will start with rule number one, you are not to touch your breasts, unless you are instructed otherwise. If I do see you touching them without permission, I will bind your hands to your waist. Do you understand?”

Karen thought for a minute not wanting to answer.

“Do you understand?” Catherine gripped her by the chin and turned it to face her.

Karen felt defeated. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes what? I didn't hear you.”

“Yes Maam, I understand.”

“Good, there will be more rules as we progress, but if you do as I say it will be much easier for you, you'll see.” She kissed Karen on the cheek. “Good girl, I think you are going to be a quick learner. Now come, we must go into the next room.” She helped her up. As her breasts shifted with her movement, the pain cursed through them again and it was all she could do not to reach up instinctively to support them. Catherine helped her onto her feet and with Karen's arm around her for support assisted her through the door and into the next room.

Inside Karen saw a table much like you would find in an hospital operating room. She was apprehensive as she was led to it. It was different than anything she had seen before. It was padded in black leather and had two large holes cut side by side into it, about a foot and a half from the end of the table. It then became obvious to Karen that if she lay on her stomach that the cutouts were meant for her breasts. She reluctantly climbed on the table and with assistance, lay face down as instructed by Catherine. At this point she was not going to offer any resistance, as she wanted desperately for the pain in her chest to be relieved. Once in position her ankles and wrists were again secured with straps and a thick belt was brought across her back and tightened, forcing her belly flat against the table, her breasts hanging freely through the openings. She began to sob slightly at her helpless situation.

Catherine comforted her with her reassurance. “It won't be much longer now you'll see just a few more preparations and when its all through you'll feel much better, but first I think it will help to explain what is about to happen.”

She reached into a cabinet and brought out what looked like a large cup with numerous hoses running to it. “In a minute, I am going to attach one of these to each of your breasts. A suction will be applied which will then hold the cup in place. Now in the center of the cup,” she pointed to a smaller rubber sleeve attached to two separate hoses inside the cup. “This will encase your nipple and areola. It will help stimulate the area by creating a pulsing suction that will gently massage and squeeze your areola. Then finally the inside of the sleeve, which will be gripping your nipple, is what will actually draw the milk from you. Then through this hose, it will flow into a special container where it will be measured and stored. But before we get to that part there are still some things that need to be done, so let us begin.” Catherine pressed a button and the table began to rise. She then uncovered the rest of the equipment beside the table and began to attach the cups and hoses to the machine. She massaged both of her nipples until they became fully erect. Next, she placed the center sleeve from within the cup over the extended nipple and flipped a switch on the machine. The nipple was slowly drawn down into the sleeve by the suction, until it could stretch no further. Then Catherine pressed a second switch and the rubber ring at the end of the sleeve began constricting and locking her nipple within the sleeve. She reached into a jar of lotion and applied a generous amount of it to both of Karen's breasts and worked it around until they were well covered and then placed the outside cup into position. With the activation of another switch the cup firmly seated its rubber seal against her chest wall and began to pull her breast into the cup. When she had completed the task with both breasts she moved back and lowered the table.

Catherine moved a video monitor to Karen's side and turned it on. When the screen came to life, Karen had a direct view of her breasts from underneath the table. It looked like something from a science fiction movie as she could see her breasts attached to the cups with wires and hoses running everywhere.

Karen's pulse began to quicken from both anticipation and fear of what would be coming next.

Catherine slid a chair up to the table so she was just inches from Karen's face.

She held a remote control in her hand and with the push of a button Karen felt the suction in the cup increase. Within seconds her breast began to swell trying to expand itself into the cup. The pain she suffered before began to diminish slightly. The suction began to pulse going stronger than weaker than stronger again and the massaging effect actually began to feel good to her.

“Does that feel a little better dear?” Catherine asked, gently stroking the side of Karen's cheek with her free hand.

Karen nodded as Catherine continued. “What is happening now is that the milk ducts or alveoli as they are called are expanding from the suction and allowing the pressure from your milk to decrease just like they did with the warm towels before. We want to expand them as much as possible at these first milking's as changes in your body will take place much easier early in the program when its still trying to adjust to its new role. As we continue in the next few weeks you will see your breasts increase in size. In fact, I think as you watch today you will see your breasts increase by maybe even a couple cup sizes before were through. We are uncertain how large they may eventually grow as the weeks progress, but I think it safe to say you will never worry about being small again.”

Karen looked over at the monitor and she could see her breasts through the clear plastic cups. They were bright pink and looked larger than they had ever been in her life. She watched in amazement and could feel them as they pulsed with the alternating suction. The painful pressure inside them that had decreased before was slowly starting to return.

“Ohh, god my breasts are starting to hurt again, you promised that you would make them feel better.”

“Yes dear I did, but remember what I just said. I'm afraid you are going to have to bear through some pain as we expand your vessels. It is going to be a feeling that will become all too familiar in the next few weeks if our tests are to be successful.”

“Now the rubber sleeves inside the cups around your nipples are squeezing them just tight enough so that no milk can escape. Right now that is very important because as your external breast tissue has been expanding in the cups form the suction, your milk ducts have also been swelling, increasing their capacity to store milk which gave you the temporary feeling of relief before, that also relieves the pressure on the lactocyte cells we talked about earlier allowing them to synthesis more milk and the process continues on. If we are to be successful with our experiments then we have to keep the pressure on the lactocyte cells to a minimum in order for them to be able to produce at their maximum. This is a normal and an anticipated part of the process. I am afraid that we must continue and wait until you are fully engorged before you will get the relief that I promised.”

Karen was confused as she looked back at the monitor and watched as her breasts grew even larger now and they turned from bright pink to red. The heat began to increase with the pressure she was feeling and she didn't think she could stand it even a few more minutes. “Please,” she pleaded.

Catherine continued to stroke Karen's cheek. “It's alright, but as painful as it is, we must do this now, you will realize this in the next few weeks.” She dialed the remote to the next setting and Karen could instantly feel the difference. Her breasts were pulled even further into the cups and as the external tissue stretched the pressure within her breast eased up slightly. She sighed a bit of relief but it was short-lived, as within minutes the pains begin to reappear. In the next ten minutes the pain was even more intense than before and the monitor showed her breasts had changed to an angry dark red within the clear cups. She closed her eyes and sobbed trying to put it out of her mind, but could think of nothing but her breasts and they pain they were causing her. This continued on for the next twenty minutes as her breasts turned from red to blue, and eventually to purple. Catherine knew this was enough for the first session and was inwardly pleased at the results. She turned down the suction slightly and left the room for a moment.

When she returned, she was carrying a large glass of milky fluid. She sat back down next to Karen and brushed her cheek. She moved in close to her now and she held the glass in her hand. “Karen, listen to me. I want you to drink this. It contains lots of essential fluids to keep you healthy, but I am not going to lie to you, it also contains the drugs that we talked about earlier. When you drink it, it is going to cause you to produce more milk. More milk than is even in your breasts right now. I don't want any misunderstanding, I want you to be fully aware of what this means and in full cooperation.

Karen's tears continued. Although she feared what this might mean, she knew she had no choice. There was no escape from this. She knew right now she needed to do whatever it took to relieve the aching in her breasts. She shook her head up and down as a signal. “Yes, I understand”, she moaned, then, her mouth reached for the straw and as she continued to sob, she drank it all. Catherine kissed her again and then toggled yet another switch on the remote.

In seconds the vacuum in the cups around her breasts increased to their maximum trying to swell them even further. Karen could see them in the monitor as they filled the cups completely. Catherine pushed another button and the sleeve attached to her nipple came to life. It pulled her nipple deep into the recess and began to pulse simulating a babies suckling. She groaned in pain now as her breasts sought desperately to release, but yet no milk was being allowed to escape, as her nipples were still being tightly pinched at their base by the secondary sleeve. She winced in pain, “Ahhhhh, Ahh, Ah, Please”. Then Catherine pushed the last switch and with a faint hiss the constricting sleeve released. Instantly milk rushed out and began to trickle down the sleeve into the hose.

Karen watched as the clear hose showed light streams of the bluish white fluid and instantly she felt some relief in her still purple tinted tits. As the sucking of the machine continued, Catherine continued stroking Karen's cheek with her hand. “You see I told you I would give your relief. I am very proud of you. You have made a lot of progress in just a short time. Now just relax and enjoy the feeling.”

Karen did just exactly that. Her eyes closed and a warm feeling came over her. Just as she was lulled into a comforting trance, a sudden reheating filled her breasts. It started from deep within her and began to spread through out her breast not overly hot, more like a pleasant warmth flowed throughout each breast and she could feel it moving toward the nipples. It was a strange but very pleasing sensation and suddenly she could hear a difference in the machine that was milking her. When she opened her eyes and looked at the monitor she could see the reason. The tubes connected to her nipples were completely filled with milk. It was like a dam had suddenly opened within her. She sighed and closed her eyes again as waves of these new sensations ran through her. It was the most pleasure she'd had felt in months. She lay there relaxed and let the machine do the work, hoping the feeling would never end.

It was quite awhile before Karen came down from her high. Now as the machine continued to pulse, the warm feeling in her was beginning to subside. She looked back at the monitor and could see that the tubes were no longer full, but there was still plenty of milk running through them. She looked up into Catherine's eyes with a warm and peaceful smile.

“The feeling you felt earlier is the called the let down.” Catherine replied. “That is when your breasts fully relax, allowing the milk to rush out towards the nipple, hence they, “let down” the milk. That is when you release the greatest amount of milk. Some women swear that it feels like an actual orgasm. I could see it in your face when it happened.”

“It was like nothing I've ever felt before. I felt like I was floating away, it was so peaceful.” Karen sighed. She relaxed and closed her eyes again and a few minutes later actually drifted into an almost hypnotic trance, concentrating only on the pleasant feeling within her.

When she snapped back, the machine was still running and Karen realized that her nipples were starting to get sore. “Please Maam; can we stop the machine now?”

“No quite yet dear, you still have milk coming out and even when it stops we will continue for another ten minutes or so to make sure you are completely drained. We want to make your breasts aware that you have run out of milk. That is the way they work. It's called supply and demand. If we create the demand, then they will increase their supply. That is as basic as it can be.”

By the time they were finished Karen's breasts were not only drained, but sore. As Catherine stopped the machine she released the cups and Karen's breasts were released.

Karen looked at the monitor as this was happening and was shocked by what she saw. When her breasts emerged they still looked full. Her nipples were as thick as her thumb and hugely elongated. Catherine began to rub them pulling and rolling on the nipples. It felt good to Karen as it stimulated the blood flow back to them.

“I can see were going to have to go up a cup size tomorrow and I think we'll need the next size nipple sleeve also. You are doing wonderfully dear.” She again offered Karen something to drink, which she readily accepted. “Now try and get some sleep, it's only two hours before the next milking, unless you feel you need it sooner.

Karen couldn't imagine asking to be milked again. In fact she would do anything she could think of to keep it from ever happening again. She felt fine even though her position was starting to get a little uncomfortable. But she was still so tired that it didn't take long for her to drift off to sleep again.

As she slept, nature continued its course. Her body began immediately trying to replenish the milk. The two hours passed quickly when she was awakened by Catherine. Just as before Catherine was carrying another large glass of the medicine. Even though Karen knew that it contained more hormones, she was thirsty and she accepted it graciously.

Catherine smiled and kissed her on the cheek. “You're learning very quickly dear.”

It was not at all unpleasant and she was indeed thirsty as she finished the whole glass.

“Dear for the rest of today and tonight we will not be using the full procedure like before. That will be done only once a day. Normally it will be the first milking in the morning. Now what is important is that your milk be extracted regularly and completely to increase its production. We will use just the simple milking sleeve without the breast cups for that. After this milking you will be allowed to walk about and get some exercise and maybe something to eat if you like. Just remember to keep up your fluid intake up or dehydration is definitely a possibility in your condition.”

Catherine sat down and placed her hands under the table and started to massage and squeeze Karen's nipples. Within minutes they became swollen and erect and she attached the tubes and milking sleeves to them. She pressed the operation button on the machine and the sleeves began to contract and suck at her nipples. Though Karen breasts had not been that full and she had been in no pain, the sucking felt good and within a few seconds' milk began to fill the tubes. After about five minutes of this Karen closed her eyes and sighed as her let down reflex again swept through her. Within twenty minutes her breasts were empty but were continued to be milked as before. Then the machine was turned off and she was released. The milking had been quite pleasant this time and Karen's fears began to ease, at least for now.

As promised Karen was released from the table and allowed to stand. Her legs ached and she was still quite sore. It had still been less than twenty four hours since she had given birth. She was given a cotton smock to wear that covered her breasts and waist and she was led into what was to become her room for the next few months. It was furnished with bed, couch, lounge chair, television, even a refrigerator and microwave, and accept from the fact of a large covered object in the corner, it looked just like any normal apartment. She was offered food and beverage which she eagerly accepted and told she could lounge for the rest of the afternoon and evening. If it had not been for the two hour milkings she could not have asked for better treatment. She had remembered her instructions and had not touched her breasts even though sometimes they tingled and itched.

That night Catherine applied lotion to her breasts just like before. It was later when Karen was ready for bed that she discovered that her bed wasn't quite normal either. Although one half of the queen size bad was flat, the other side there were the familiar cutouts in the mattress just like the table in the other room. She slid into bed on the normal side and she slept quite well even with the milking interruptions. It was towards early morning when she awoke with the tingling in her breasts when she unconsciously violated rule number one.

When Catherine entered Karen's hands were on her breasts. She quickly ordered her to stand and Catherine opened a drawer and proceeded to remove a belt which was soon strapped around her waist. Leather cuffs were then placed around her wrists were then attached, preventing any further contact. She was then led back into the first treatment room and helped to lay face down, back on the table with her breasts hanging freely beneath her. She again feared this woman and what was being done to her but still had her wits about her and asked for her medicine fearing any further infractions. Catherine smiled and kissed her cheek and although she had planned on punishing Karen further for the infraction she dismissed it and was pleased that Karen had asked for the medicine. She would allow one more normal milking as originally scheduled before the next stretching session. She hooked up the machine and pumped Karen's offering. It was still dark outside when the milking was completed and Karen's breasts detached from the machine. She was left face down on the uncomfortable table, her wrists still fastened to her sides, when the lights were shut off. As she lay there, her position too uncomfortable for sleep, her thoughts focused on her new predicament. Here she was alone, confined to this place and this experiment and ironically now more or less enslaved by her own bodily needs. She sobbed at the feeling of complete helplessness she had allowed herself to be trapped into.

Karen's progress was going better than planned. Her milk had come in earlier than expected and the supply was exceeding expectations. Catherine kept track of each milking and was pleased to see an increase in every one. The schedule had been enough to keep Karen's breasts from becoming too engorged, while her body worked overtime to try and keep up with the ever increasing demand. Catherine knew the next stretching would show even greater results, although it would surely be more painful than the first. She smiled and began to think of other things that she might use in the future on her helpless subject.

When Karen awoke it was morning and the sun was up. Although she had no way of knowing exactly how long it had been, she knew her breasts were full. There was a dull aching in them and the fact that they hung through the table had allowed gravity to take affect. They felt heavy as they tried to stretch further and further away from her body. Catherine was already in the room and seated stroking Karen's cheek. Karen looked up with a certain submissive look in her eyes. “Catherine I think I need to be milked?”

“In a few minutes dear, but first its time for your next stretching session. We are going to do this a little differently this time but just like before your breasts are going to need to become very full before they are milked.”

Karen looked at her longingly. “Please, do I really need to be stretched anymore? I have cooperated with you. I've taken the medicine. Please don't hurt me anymore.”

“Now, now, it will be alright. You don't really have a choice. Even if we stopped you would soon find the ducts in your breasts are just not large enough yet. The hormones would still continue working in your body. Soon you will be producing twice the amount of milk that you are right now and it is crucial that we make you capable of carrying that supply.” Catherine paused, as tears began to form in Karen's eyes.

She frowned, “You have so much to learn my little girl,” and she reached under the table and began to massage Karen's nipples. She reached into the tray by the bed and cupped first one and then the other hand into some sort of creamy lotion and she began to work it into the breast flesh of Karen. When she was satisfied, she moved out to the nipples. Instantly they erected and began to drip small drops of milk. Catherine then went back to the tray and retrieved two rubber band type devices which she then slipped over the base of each nipple. The effect was the head of the nipple swelled out over the band and the band on the base to tight to allow anything to leak from them. “Now Karen for the next half hour or so I'm going to show you how important these stretching sessions are. What I mean is that I am going to cause a let down reflex in your breasts and that should feel good, but with the bands in place the milk will have no way out, and you will soon see what I mean by needing to increase the capacity within you to store all of this new formed milk. Now, the first one shouldn't be too terribly painful, but I am going to continue and the second and third let down will show you how uncomfortable you would soon become.

As soon as Catherine started to massage the nipples, Karen involuntarily responded, she instantly felt the warm feeling in her breasts as her nipples were being manipulated. She could not believe how quickly she was becoming conditioned. It was within minutes she sighed and felt her breasts let down. Her sigh soon turned to a moan as the milk rushed in, but with no where to go, they became swollen and hot as they expanded. Catherine continued for a few minutes more than stopped.

Tears reappeared in her eyes as her moaning continued.

“Is it painful dear?”

Karen clinched her teeth and shook her head signaling, yes.

“You are going to have to accept the fact that this is necessary. You must realize that I know what is best for you and you must trust me with my judgments. Now I know you are in some pain but this is absolutely necessary. I'll let you rest for a few minutes before we proceed.”

Karen lay sobbing. Her breasts aching for relief from not only the forced let down, but also the fact that it had been a good thirty minutes past her normal milking and her breasts would have been naturally filled anyway.

The burning continued even as she began to get use to the feeling. Tears began to run freely again when Catherine reappeared and again she started manipulating her nipples. Like before it took only a few minutes when she felt the feeling in them building and in no time at all, suddenly another let down was forced from her. This time the pain was immediate. There was no where for the milk to go as it overfilled every duct within her breast. She felt her tits were ready to burst and when she glanced at the monitor she could see why. They had swollen immensely and had a turned a bluish hue, as the skin stretched paper thin, desperately trying to accommodate.

“Look how full they have become. Soon this is how much milk you'll be making in a two hour period. Look, your stretch marks are beginning to show,” as she traced the swollen skin with the back of her fingernails. “You don't want them to feel like this all the time do you?”

Karen's chest was on fire. Her sobbing was continuous now. Her face tensed, eyes shut and tears flowing out the corners down her cheeks. She shook her head no.

“No, I didn't think so.” Catherine began to knead the fleshy part of her breasts between her fingers and she occasionally squeezed the hardness of them causing even more pain.

Karen could see blue veins bulging through the skin and indeed could see traces of red stretch marks as Catherine continued. It was when she started again to massage the nipples, Karen realized that even more pain was about to come. As she continued to massage and pull on the nubs, trying to milk them as a farmer would a cow.

Karen tried to stop it but she could already feel the warm familiar rush beginning to form and desperately she broke her silence just as the let down occurred. “Oh god, pleaseeeee, I can't take anymore. Please stop, oh shit make them stop hurting please. Karen began to scream as the pain raced through her.

Catherine let go of Karen's nipples and moved around so she could kiss and stroke her cheeks. Karen's screams had diminished to sobs and she openly wept. Catherine continued and lovingly kissed her cheek as she reached back under the table to her nipples and continued her massaging. Karen's face was contorted in pain, her eyes wide, starring straight into Catherine's, then suddenly they squeezed shut and she screamed as another let down cursed through her chest.

When Catherine released the bands on her nipples, the milk starting squirting out in streams without any other stimulation as the pressure inside forced the fluid through the openings. Catherine allowed them to leak freely catching the milk in two glass containers. When the streams seemed to slow she reached for the stretching cups that had already been prepared for the session. Karen did not even whimper as they were fastened into place and her nipples temporarily pinched closed again, squeezing off the outlets. Catherine had let her breasts leak on purpose. She knew as swollen with milk as they had become she could not apply the vacuum cups without doing irreversible damage to the tissue in them. As it was, she knew the stretch marks that had already formed would not disappear anytime in the near future. She also knew soon there would be many more before she was through with her.

Now that her breasts were not as full they slid easily into the tubes that had been selected. The new tubes didn't seem any larger in diameter than yesterdays, but they were noticeable longer. This, as Karen would soon find out, would allow her breasts to expand only slightly in circumference but the suction would try to pull them down the tube away from her body. Surprisingly it was not at all unpleasant when the vacuum started. Karen had stopped her crying and almost felt at ease as her breasts had been relieved of their immediate pressure and now that the suction had started there was even more relief within them. As the pressure cycled, the sides of the tube became filled and now they started to be drawn down. This was a new sensation for her and although not initially painful, she could feel the muscles struggling as they were pulled farther away from her. She did not question what was happening, for she believed, as Catherine had said that it would be for her own good. The cycling continued and increased for the next hour before finally her breasts filled the entire tube. Her breasts hurt so bad she could concentrate on nothing else. This pain was more muscle strain then the fullness she had felt before, but it was painful none the less. They stayed that way for at least another ten minutes until the nipple clamps were released and her milk was again allowed to flow. This milking was the longest one yet and she had numerous let downs before the supply finally began to dwindle. She felt relieved and empty as the machine continued for the next half hour even though the milk barely dribbled.

When the machine was stopped and the cups removed it had been over two hours. She stared shockingly into to monitor. Her poor breasts were covered with tiny red marks running from her chest out towards the nipple, blue veins covered her breast flesh like roads on a map. Her breasts looked huge but now hung down loosely beneath her. The nipples stuck out at least three quarters of an inch and were close to that in diameter. She could only imagine what they would look like when they again became full.

She was released from the machine, lead back into her room and allowed to rest.

When the time had arrived for her next milking, Catherine removed the cover on the machine inside her room. It looked like a chair that someone had customized. There were arm rests with some kink of cylinders attached and wires and tubes leading to some kind of milking machine. Catherine explained. “Now it is time for you to learn how to milk yourself so that I can attend to other duties. I want you, when you hear this chime.” A button was pushed and a pleasant tone was heard through the speaker system. “To go over to the refrigerator and measure out twelve ounces of pre-blended medicine and drink it. Then you are to sit here and attach the machine to your breasts. When you flip this switch a small suction will start, allowing the nipple sleeves to stay attached. I'm sure by now you know how it is done. Once they are positioned, you are to slide your hands into these plastic cuffs. The machine will sense your hands in the cuffs and after five seconds they will inflate, locking them in place. This will then signal the machine which will have been preprogrammed for the appropriate milking session. Once your wrists are in the cuffs they will be locked in place until the session is over. When it is over they will automatically release and you can disconnect yourself and go about your business. Do you have any questions?”

Karen shook her head, no.

Now let's see how you do. Karen went to the kitchen and took the medicine as instructed. She then sat in the chair, flipped the switch, than attached first one milking sleeve and then the other to her nipples. “Now, slide your hands through the wrist cuffs and we can begin.” Karen slid both hands into position and the cuffs tightened. Seconds later the machine came to life and her milking cycle started.

This routine was repeated throughout the day. Karen had no way of knowing the time interval had been shortened. Just like the day before she found her breasts never got uncomfortable full with the increase in milkings. She couldn't help but notice that she was thirsty almost all the time and Catherine encouraged her drink as much as she could.

That night Karen found it uncomfortable sleeping on her stomach, her breasts throbbed when her weight was on them. Unable to continually sleep on her back she eventually slid over in the bed and allowed her breasts to hang free in the cutout holes. This position, she realized, felt much better and soon it was the only position which afforded her sleep. The next morning Karen made her final milking as instructed before her next stretching exercise was to take place. She was not at all looking forward to it and was surprised when Catherine entered her room carrying what appeared to be some form of bra. She instructed Karen to bend over and she would help her try it on. Karen bent at the waist so her breasts hung freely and with Catherine's help her tits were fed through openings where normally the cups would be. Once it was positioned Catherine pulled both straps together and fastened the quad hooks into place strapping it fit firmly around her rib cage. The cups of the bra were missing but there were strong rubber like cuffs at the base. When her breasts were forced thru like this, it caused her them to constrict down where they formed at her chest and it kept them constricted out two or three more inches, like an old fashioned corset. Karen looked up a Catherine with a puzzled expression.

“This isn't really part of todays stretching exercise. This has more to do with shaping than stretching. It is important that we try many different things each one helping in a different way. This may take a few weeks or even longer. This bra is designed with sleeves to help shapen your breasts. As they have grown I have observed your whole chest area has expanded to help accommodate. That is not acceptable as I am sure that you don't want your breasts to look like udders, so I think it is important that we keep your breasts well formed and defined. Now these sleeves will constrict the supporting tissue at the base. This will add definition by reducing the diameter around the chest to give you a shapelier, well defined bust line. You will wear this indefinitely and the sleeves will be progressively tightened until I feel the desired results have been attained. With time your muscles and tendons with atrophy and the change will become permanent.”

Karen could only stare down at her breasts which hung loosely from their recent milking. With the base of each one constricted, the rest of the breast ballooned out once free of the binding making them look even larger than they had before, she worried what they would look like when they filled again.

Catherine then banded Karen's nipples like she had before to keep them from leaking. She then showed Karen the removable cups which were to be fitted over the elastic sleeves, making it truly a nursing bra. They were grossly too large.

Catherine went on to explain. “This will be today's stretching exercise. These cups are equipped with pressure indicators in the attachments.” She showed Karen something at the hooks of the cup. “When the cups began to stretch, they will reach a predetermined value. This disc will turn from white to green indicating the cups are straining on the hooks. That will happen when you're your breasts expand over the next few hours and they have totally filled the cups. It may take awhile, but based on the previous stretching sessions, eventually they will. That's when the bra will be removed and we will milk you in the normal fashion. In the mean time you are free to do as you please and we will just wait for the indicators to change.”

“Catherine I don't see how my breasts will ever fill these cups. Look at them, they are huge.”

“Karen, you just finished milking, that's why you appear so small now. I know that your breasts will eventually grow to this cup size and even larger before were through.” She said with a knowing smile.

“Please, I beg you, don't make me do this.” Karen knew how painful this would be. “Please I can't go that long without being milked.”

“Now don't be silly, I know you can. Now I encourage you to get something to eat and drink plenty of liquids. It will speed the process along, and the faster they fill the shorter the time you will be uncomfortable. With your nipples sealed and your breasts covered I will waive rule number one, in fact, I encourage you to try and stimulate your breasts with your hands as painful as it may be.” She pointed over to a pile of books she had brought in. “I suggest you try reading some of these as they will help pass the time and may even take your mind off of your current situation.

Catherine left the room and Karen made herself something to eat and drink. She thought she would try and drink a lot and maybe get this stretching exercise over with without too much agony. She felt relieved that she was finally allowed to touch her own breasts, even though it was hard to feel much thorough the thick material of her new bra. She brought both hands to her chest and began to massage herself. She couldn't help but notice the difference from just a few days ago as her tits were noticeably larger than what she remembered before.

Karen decided to take Catherine's advice and started looking for a good book. She felt uncomfortable as she scanned the selection. All the books seemed to be of an adult nature and some of the titles she didn't quite understand. Titles like “Saphho Lust” and “Mothers Slave Girl” were just a couple. None the less she picked an innocent looking one and started reading.

It took less than an hour and Karen's breasts were starting to ache. The bands in her bra that were restricting the base of her tits were truly doing their job. She continued to swell and the only place her breasts could go was out past the restriction. Karen could still feel how loose the cups were and knew she had a long way to go before the bra would be filled. She brought her fingers into play and gently started to roll her nipples between them. She closed her eyes and tried to drift away as she continued to stimulate them, hoping that a let down or two might fill her enough to somehow complete and end this stretching exercise. It didn't take long and she felt the rush as the milk flowed down filling her breasts and then suddenly their pain increased as the milk was backed up against her tightly bound nipples. She looked down at her bra hoping to find it tight, only to be disappointed as she saw the cups still wrinkled and loose.

She went back to her reading. The story was about a girl who had been befriended by an older woman and eventually moved in with her. Although well written there were definite sexual undertones. Karen could feel herself becoming aroused as she read on. She felt both aroused and guilty for that arousal as it turned into a lesbian scene, but she continued to read.

Another half hour had passed before the pain in her chest made concentrating on the book impossible. She waited another five or ten minutes and again began to stimulate her nipples. Even though it was painful, deep down inside her breasts it felt good and just as before it didn't take long and she felt the flood suddenly release from within and surge out seeking release. Again the pain shot through as before, but now when she looked down she could see some of the wrinkles in her bra cup beginning to fade away. It gave her the renewed hope she needed. Karen then remembered and went back to the sink and drank a couple more glasses of water, knowing that Catherine said that it would help. When she returned she sat down and almost sadistically started to massage her nipples again. Though she was in pain she knew that this was her only way out.

Unfortunately for Karen, it took four more letdowns and another hour and a half for the bra to become tight enough to stretch the indicator discs. She was sobbing and grasping at her chest when Catherine returned.

“Karen please remove your hands from your breasts and place them at your sides.”

She did as she was told, clenching her eyes shut in pain as her pain had become unbearable.

“Until I till you otherwise rule number one is back enforce again. Is that clear?”

“Yes Catherine.” Came the almost hypnotic reply. Tears flowed freely down Karen's cheeks.

Catherine checked the disc on the cups and smiled as indeed both indicators showed green, but before releasing her from the harness she brought a chair up in front of Karen and sat down. She picked up the book Karen had been reading and began to read the next passage. She read a couple of lines and laid it back down. “Karen, I hope you like the selection of books we have for you. I'll make sure that in the next few weeks you have plenty of time between sessions for reading them. They are all classics and I hope you may come to appreciate the author's views over time.”

Karen looked up with concern. Not quite comprehending the insinuations, but she found herself staring directly into Catherine's eyes. Something changed between them at that moment, but before anymore was said. Catherine reached up and grasped Karen's nipples through the fabric of the cups and began to massage the overly engorged nipples again.

Karen continued the stare almost defiantly, but her tears continued to stream down her cheeks. She knew she would be forced to suffer through another let down.

It didn't take long either as Catherine knew just what to do. But this time just as it began, Catherine leaned forward and with both their eyes locked together, she kissed Karen forcefully upon her lips. Karen moaned and as her let down rushed through her, she parted her lips allowing Catherine to explore the recesses within her with her eager tongue. When their lips parted Karen was in another world, almost past the part of pain. Tears' still streaming but some unexplainable feeling was building within her.

Catherine reached down and with some difficulty released the hooks from the cups of the bra. She slowly removed the devices from Karen's breasts all the while keeping contact with her eyes. Karen although now engorged more than she had ever been before, felt a slight relief as her tits were freed. Catherine bent her head down and sucked gentle on Karen's still banded nipple, causing another moan to escape her lips. Karen felt tenderness in the way Catherine was handling her now. When she stopped, she leaned back and breaking eye contact looked down at Karen's swollen chest. As Karen too looked down, her sobbing increased. Her once attractive breasts were covered in deep blue veins and long red lengthwise marks. The bands still in place at the base of her breasts had kept that part from enlarging. But the area where the bands stopped had swollen to three times what they had been before. Her entire breast stood straight out, rock hard. There was not even a hint of sag as the skin could not stretch enough to allow it, even though the weight of the milk they contained was tremendous. Every muscle and ligament across the top of her breasts was now visible, stretched to the point of breaking.

Catherine massaged the swollen mass, smiling triumphantly at what she had accomplished. “Time for relief Karen,” she said as she led her back over to the milking chair. “Now I am going to remove the bands from your nipples. I want you to attach the milking sleeves as soon as I pull the bands off. I need to have an exact measurement of your supply.” Karen shook her head in acknowledgement. Carefully Catherine fought with the bands around Karen's nipples and with difficulty removed them one at a time. As each band was removed Karen placed the sleeves quickly over each nipple before any milk could be lost, the suction in the outer sleeve fastening them tightly. As Karen moved her hands down the arms of the chair and into the cuffs, they inflated and Catherine kissed her on the cheek as the machine cycled on. The milking sleeves began to pull Karen's nipples further into the sleeve before the milking sequence began. Karen had what felt like a small shudder within her body as the sleeves began to constrict and tug on her nipples as finally her milk was allowed to flow. She noticed that the cycle was modified this time. Instead of short pulsing, there was a steadily increasing suction being applied to her nipples. It would build for about 30 seconds, then release for just a few, then start again and it was causing the milk to literally gush out of her. It felt good as it was quickly pulling large streams from her and was starting to provide her with the relief she so desperately needed. She relaxed as best as she could and closed her eyes. She had another letdown, but this one felt more like pleasure than the pain that the last one had caused. She suddenly felt lips brushing against her mouth again and she opened her lips to accept the long lingering kiss. The kiss became more aggressive as Catherine's tongue began to explore the recess it had entered. She felt new sensations within her and realized that these letdowns were like mini orgasms, only they were coming from her breasts. She let herself go with the welcomed sensations, moaning against Catherine's lips. She could hear the pump chugging and bogging down as it struggled trying to pull so much milk through the machines tubing. It felt to Karen like it would never end as the whir of the machine continued. She opened her eyes as the kiss broke and watched as her breasts jumped and jiggled with the rhythm of the machine, the tubes staying full, continuing to pull a steady stream of milk from her. She looked up again at Catherine and a relaxed smile appeared.

After 20 minutes of constant pumping and god knows how many more letdowns, she began to feel like she was finally empty. As she looked down she could see the milk had slowed to a trickle. Her once bursting breasts had deflated like half filled water balloons, gravity and the weight of the nipple sleeves overcoming the swelling within them, as they now hung down loosely pointing towards the floor. Karen who only minutes ago had felt so relaxed and calm now began to cry as a feeling of guilt overcame her. She had actually enjoyed the feeling from the kiss and from the last few milking's. Now as she watched her sagging breasts she realized that she was turning into nothing more than a dependant cow, waiting patiently for her udders to be milked. Catherine watched as the emotions unfolded and could sense the change. She knew that Karen's spirit would soon be broken and her enslavement would then be complete.

Two weeks had passed since Karen had given birth and she had lost track of the days much less the milking's. With no television, radio or any outside contact what was happening in here was beginning to feel normal to her. She was breaking emotionally and she longed for human contact and the compassion, and understanding that went with it. She began to look at Catherine in a different way too, more as a mentor, friend, but still strict authoritarian, someone who she continually wanted to please, she thrived on the attention that her milking sessions were giving her. It was the combination of these things and from the books she was reading, as most of Karen's free time was now filled reading from the room's selection of novels. As suspected they were all lesbian themed and almost all involved some form of submission or bondage. Karen began to imagine herself in some of things she read.

Catherine, knowing what was developing, was changing her habits as well. She was purposely touching Karen more intimately than before. Things like stroking of the cheeks, the back of the neck or through her hair. And although she was never one who wore perfume, she now stopped using anything artificial in her personal hygiene as well, as she wanted Karen to become familiar with her natural pheromones. At the milking table she would purposely stand at the side of the table by Karen's head, her crotch at eye level, knowing Karen could not help but to smell the scent between her legs. It wouldn't be long she knew, till Karen would be hers.

Karen had also been started on an exercise program and although it felt good to start doing things at first, it now made her breasts ache from lack of support whenever she began to jog or jump. She was never allowed to wear anything above her waist for support other than the forming sleeves which still encased the base of her tits and it seemed like Catherine purposely her scheduled her exercise program right before a milking when her breasts would be their fullest and also their heaviest. In those two weeks her breasts had grown from a somewhat normal looking 36D to something unimaginable. When they were full they ballooned from the sleeves, rock hard and the size of melons, but when they were drained they hung loosely on her chest totally soft and muscle less. It was unbelievable how they could change so quickly. Dark blue veins now crisscrossed each one starting at the aureoles and spreading out in all directions and stretch marks formed in deep grooves lengthwise across the top and sides as the muscles and skin were just not able to support the increased size and weight. Karen still cried at times fearing that her once beautiful figure would be gone forever, but the desire to please and the encouragement from Catherine easily overpowered those feeling. Her life now so totally focused on her milking's that she thought of little else. She waited anxiously for her next session for the pleasure and even the pain that the next stretching might bring.

The next week brought about a change in the program. One morning she had been brought back into the milking room, lying face down on the table she had grown accustomed to, with Karen standing closely by her head. Her breasts were positioned into the familiar milking cups and her stretching session began. After nearly two hours and the inevitable pain and subsequent pleasure of her draining, the machine was stopped. Catherine was obviously not satisfied.

Catherine explained, “Karen your progress seems to have stalled a bit and right now I think you are falling behind schedule. You are now giving almost a pint out of each breast per milking but have shown little increase in the last three days. Right now we had hoped that you would be up to a pint and a half or more and still increasing.”

“I'm afraid we are going to have to modify our routine slightly to further encourage you along.”

To Karen's dismay, she was assisted into another room and helped into the exam chair. Catherine removed the bands at the base of her breasts which had been on for well over three weeks now. Her breasts felt relief but it was to be only temporary as before she could even see or touch them, Catherine applied some kind of jell to each one and applied another strange looking rubber sleeve over them. Although it felt good to have on something different they were still squeezed firmly and forced to elongate within the new tube, actually even longer then before, but only the first few inches of the sleeve, closest to her chest felt tight and the rest of the sleeve seemed much stretchier. It covered almost her entire breast allowing only her nipple to be exposed. Karen had no idea what these were for and she did not see the electrical connector on the bottom side of each sleeve.

With both breasts encased, Catherine explained. “We have you on the highest amount of hormones that I think you can safely handle so we are going to try other forms of stimulation, more physical in nature.” She added a belt to Karen's waist which contained a rectangular box with electrical wires and connectors at both ends. Even though Karen couldn't see past her breasts she could still till that Catherine connected the wires from the box to the underside of each sleeve.

Catherine went on to explain. “The sleeves contain hundreds of tiny electrodes and are transistorized to randomly activate two electrodes at a time. Your breasts were coated with a conductive jell that will complete the circuit through your breast tissue. The idea is to stimulate the nerves and muscles in your breasts and to kind of put them into overdrive as far as their production go. I'm told it is not painful, but it will probable be a little uncomfortable until you get used to it.

“Please, I'm scared. I want to please you but,” and she began to cry.

Karen quickly held her reassuringly, “It will be alright, I'll stay with you the whole time,” and she kissed her on the cheek. “ We have to try this. There is a lot of people that have put a great deal of time and money into it. Come now, don't disappoint me, I really want you to do this for me.”

Through tearing eyes, Karen's lips quivered an almost silent, “Okay.”

Now, where was I? Oh yes, the voltage is high but in short micro amp bursts, that do no permanent damage. The sleeves are two independent systems and are electrically protected so the shocks will not be going any further than the base of the sleeve, it won't be going across your heart or any vital organs, only your breasts. Once it is activated it is all automatic and the box on your belt is actually a small computer that computes the best program to use. The sleeves have additional sensors that feed back into the computer. It will modify the program based on your progress. Oh, and I was informed that because some of the subjects that this will be used on in the future may not be quite as cooperative as you it is important that you not tamper with the connectors or try to remove the sleeves or it will sense this and will give you a discouraging correction.”

Discouraging correction? If she had not been afraid before, Karen definitely was now. She watched as Catherine took a key and knew that the device had now been turned on, she braced herself and closed her eyes, although she felt nothing.

“Relax Karen, it takes a while for it to go through its self test before you'll feel anything. Just relax, it won't be that bad.”

Karen couldn't relax or stop the nervousness as she could only wait in anticipation. Finally she thought she could feel a little sting on her left breast, then another on her right. They were short and quick and felt like nothing more than a slight twitch then stopped. She took a deep breath and settled herself, thinking this might just not be that bad. The slight sting was followed with another sharper sting on the right side in a different spot and an even stronger reflexing twitch, followed closely by one on the left.

Her eyes got bigger and she had a frightened look on her face now.

Within seconds there was another and then another, now both sides stung at once. The strength of the shocks was definitely going up and in the next few seconds she was getting multiple shocks in both breasts as she began to squirm about in her chair. Soon both breasts were alive with the tiny bites of electricity and were twitching and jerking as the muscles were electrically stimulated. She looked down at the top of her breasts and could see what she was feeling. Her breasts moved as if they were being massaged as the flesh rolled in waves.

“Now it looks like has started nicely, will see how you do in the next few hours.”

“Next few hours, oh please I can't. I'll never make it; my chest feels like it's on fire.”

“You can do it, I know you can, trust me.”

The minutes felt like hours as Karen's breasts were repeatedly stung with current, and the muscles in each milk duct spasmed and cramped. The milk which began to slowly refill into the ducts acted as an internal electrical conductor and helped the current penetrate deeper into the sensitive tissue. In less than thirty minutes Karen's breasts were filled enough to start stretching the flexible part of her sleeves and milk began to drip freely from her nipples. Catherine quickly banded them not wanting anything to escape yet.

Soon as the pressure started to increase her breasts began to balloon out over the tight part of the sleeves. It became even more painful as they expanded. The natural muscles which had been strained to their limits almost daily, in one second were being stretched with her engorgement, then the next second zapped with the electrical current and forced to tightly contract. Unbeknownst to Karen, this side effect was also planned. This would stress the muscles beyond their capability and semi-permanently take away what little breast tone she still retained.

It was one full hour of constant torture and Karen was tired and sore and oh so full. The stimulation had definitely worked as her breasts had swelled out from her chest like big round balls.

Karen was again brought to the flat table and assumed the face down position with her breasts hanging freely through the cutouts. What Karen hoped would be the end of the session and her relief was not to be. Her breasts were not hooked up to the milker but instead, two large glass containers were positioned directly beneath her. Catherine pushed a button on the side of Karen's belt and the shocks stopped. She then released the bands from Karen's nipples and milk began to stream out into the containers. Satisfied that everything was positioned correctly she went back to the belt and pushed yet another button.

Karen instantly jumped as the sleeves came back to life. Only this time the shocks were much stronger and longer, forcing a scream from her. She tried to lift herself up only to realize that at some point she had been strapped down and then Catherine quickly forced her wrists to the table and strapped them as well. As she continued to struggle the intense shocks increased. Immobilized Karen could only scream as the electrical fire cursed through her.

Catherine turned back, oblivious to her cries to watch and smile as Karen's breasts began to constrict and shoot out thick streams of milk. The shocks were causing Karen to literally milk herself as the computer timed the contractions to squeeze the milk through the ducts like a well trained farmer milking a cow. It was so painful that she could not even feel the normal pressure release as the milk streamed from her. This was the most efficient milking that Catherine had ever witnessed as the nipples seemed to explode as the whitish liquid sprayed from her. She also knew that after today she wouldn't be able to milk her this way again for a least a week without totally destroying the muscles. But for now she watched in ah as the milk sprayed freely.

The containers soon filled to a pint and her breasts showed no signs of slowing. Soon a pint and a quarter then a pint and a half as Karen was reduced to a shaking mass, her body still continuing to jerk with each shock. She couldn't see how much milk she had given, she just prayed that it would soon end. Finally after what seemed like an eternity the milk streams began to slow and the shocks began to decrease. Soon after her breasts were down to a steady drip and the computer stopped. She broke down and cried like never before. Her breasts burned and numb from the pain as Catherine released the straps holding her to the table and helped her to a sitting position. Karen tried to cradle her breasts but the rubber sleeves offered little comfort. Catherine, sitting next to her, moved Karen's hands away and cradled her head down to her chest, rubbing her cheek as she continued to cry. “There, its okay, its all over now dear, it's all done, you did great. I am so proud of you.” Karen's sobs began to slow and she began to feel better form the comforting and the reassurance. Catherine lifted her chin up, until their lips joined and kissed her deeply. As the kiss ended Karen lowered her head back down and cuddled against Catherine's breast. She felt a warm sense of security as she snuggled closer, inhaling deeply the wonderfully intoxicating scent of this woman.

To be continued?