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Emma sat in the observation room and frowned, rubbing her forehead. She flicked through the papers she’d gone through with the test subject only an hour beforehand, and shook her head.
“She swore she wasn’t lactating beforehand. Look, her signature is right here.” Emma said.
“She must have been. This was only a single dose; for her height, weight and age, she shouldn’t have grown much larger than bowling balls.” Laura, one of Emma’s best and oldest friends and the lead scientist behind one of Size Corps’ most popular pill divisions, the lactation inducers, was as baffled as Emma was.
Laura had shoulder-length hair that was currently dyed neon blue, with a stud in her nose and several piercings in both ears. Under her white lab coat she wore ripped black jeans that showed hints of her pale white thighs, and a black shirt representing a band Emma had never heard of. Size Corp had only briefly bothered trying to enforce their strict dress code on Laura before giving up; her expertise and raw talent being far too valuable for them to risk losing. They both looked at the test subject on the other side of the glass.
The curvy redhead was sitting against the wall, legs stretched out straight in front of her, her face contorted in an expression of pleasure. Two massive breasts, easily a beanbag in size each, rested on her lap and pale, engorged nipples sprayed milk onto the floor in front of her. Emma looked down at her relatively new basketball-sized breasts. That was me only a week ago. She thought.
Laura leaned forward and pressed a button on the table in front of her, turning on her microphone.
“Sandy? This is Laura, head scientist behind the lactation inducers.” She waved at Sandy.
“Emma here tells me you’ve put in writing that you weren’t naturally lactating before this experiment. Can you confirm that this is correct?”
Sandy flushed red. Milk continued to spray from her breasts, which were swelling bigger by the second.
“I – I mean, not lactating lactating.” She groaned.
Laura raised an eyebrow at Emma and turned back to the window.
“Elaborate.” Laura said flatly.
“I – I was for a midyat escort while. My girlfriend was really into it and well… so was I. So I induced, and it worked. But my supply was drying up, and I didn’t know what to do. I saw the ad online and…” she trailed off into a moan.
Laura looked at Emma. Emma shrugged.
“She signed it! What am I meant to do, test-milk every candidate?”
Laura looked at Emma, then at her chest. “I get the feeling you’re doing enough… test-milking at home.” She said, teasingly.
Emma flushed red. When she had returned to work this week, it had been painfully obvious she’d been enjoying some pills from the lab on her own time.
She wasn’t surprised there hadn’t been repercussions, however. If Size Corp fired everyone who came in one day looking suspiciously bigger or smaller than they had the day before, they would have no staff left. She thought. She looked at Laura, who was just under 5 feet tall and outrageously curvy. She had been 6 feet and slender only a few months ago.
“You can’t talk, shortstack!” Emma retorted. Laura laughed. Another groan from the test room pulled them out of their banter.
Sandy’s breasts had bloated so far outward that they were covering her entire lower body. All Emma and Laura could see apart from her chest were her head, shoulders and arms. Laura rolled her eyes. Sympathy for lying subjects wasn’t one of her strong suits, plus, Emma suspected she enjoyed watching them grow.
Laura pulled her radio from her hip and pressed in the button.
“We need some reversal pills in room 5, please. No hurry.”
Emma rolled her eyes, pushing her chair away from the dashboard and standing up.
“I’ll get the paperwork.” She mumbled.
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Hours later, Emma arrived home. Mark heard the apartment door unlock and creak open, and jumped up from the sofa to come greet her. She smiled when she saw him coming, and placed her bag and keys down on the entryway table to embrace him in a hug, both resting their heads on the other’s shoulder. They both stood at the same 5’11 tall, and Mark’s athletic, lightly muscular milas escort build complemented Emma’s slender, toned body well.
“Big day?” Mark asked, feeling Emma sink into his arms.
“Soooo much paperwork.” She stood up straight and kissed him. “Let me get changed and I’ll tell you about it.”
A few minutes later, Emma strolled out of the bedroom, having changed from her work attire into a pair of gray sweatpants and a loose white shirt, her oversized breasts still easily visible underneath. Her black hair was done up in a messy bun. She came into the living room and flopped onto the couch next to Mark. He smiled at her.
“So. Paperwork.”
Emma rolled her eyes, clearly exhausted by the day. “So there was this woman today, trialing the new round of lactation pills. I ran her through the usual check-in process beforehand, and then we did the test. Except… she was supposed to grow no bigger than basketballs. She ended up filling most of the room she was in.”
Mark’s eyes widened.
“Really? Bad batch of pills?”
“No, nothing like that. See, she’d signed beforehand to say she wasn’t lactating, but she was. She and her partner were both super into it, but she was drying up, so she lied her way into the trial to try and get her milk back.” Emma pulled at her collar, the memory of Sandy arousing her. She saw Mark subtly adjust the crotch of his gym shorts.
“See, the pills are designed to induce rapid lactation in woman who aren’t already lactating. When you take the milk pills while you’re naturally lactating, things get a bit… unpredictable.”
Mark felt himself grow hot at the description of this woman, her breasts growing out of control as she filled with milk.
“Did you manage to, you know…” he brought his hands towards his chest, miming shrinking breasts.
“Mostly.” Replied Emma. “She came in with apples and left with watermelons if you know what I mean. We were worried she’d want to sue, but when her girlfriend came to pick her up, she couldn’t take her eyes off of them. She shouldn’t grow any bigger, but she’ll just keep filling with milk for the inevitable future. I mudurnu escort don’t think either of them were disappointed to hear that.”
Emma’s hand drifted unconsciously to her chest, her own nipples growing hard at the memory of her tits being similarly bloated with milk last weekend. Her own chest had been flat before, and now she was sporting these pale white basketballs, the leftover side effects of her massive growth, albeit without the constant milk. She glanced over at Mark, and noticed that he was watching her fingers trace her nipples. His cheeks were flushed red, and his hand was on his crotch.
Mark’s eyes flicked down the hall to the bedroom and back. “Do you want to -” he began.
“Surprise me.” Emma said, giving him a smirk.
Needing no further instruction, Mark jumped up from the couch and walked down the hall to the bedroom. Emma heard the distinctive sound of the large metal briefcase being slid out from under the bed and popped open.
Mark studied the open briefcase on the bed in front of him. It was filled to the brim with bottles of pills of all shapes and sizes and his mind swam with possibilities. Many of the bottles had notes scribbled on them in sharpie, often quite crude, and he recognised Emma’s handwriting. She must have made these notes after they’d been tested on subjects. I don’t think anybody would’ve seen them except her and the team leads.
He tried to call back memories of the stories Emma had told him about various test subjects at work.
Which seemed to turn her on the most? He thought.
Rummaging through the bottles, he pulled out two bottles. One contained little pills shaped like a childish drawing of a cock a tingling sensation filling her body. Mark was thrusting quickly now, pumping her body with an animalistic hunger. All the sensations within her body were building at a rapid rate. She moaned loudly and grabbed his forearms, his hands still wrapped around her torso as he held her to the wall.
“Fuck… Mark, I’m gonna – mmmm – I’m gonna shrink and cum… don’t stop!”
Mark grunted, still furiously thrusting his engorged cock in and out of her.
“I’m gonna cum too… get ready.” He warned. As he said it, Emma felt his cock begin to tense and throb more intensely inside her. The combined feelings of Mark filling her out from the inside, combined with her imminent shrinking and orgasm, were almost too much for her.
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