On top of a snowy mountain was a lonely shack. A lonely shack with a snow-free trail leading down from it to the base of the mountain, with the sides of the structure facing a large and nearly flat expanse of land, while the back led to a small outcrop of land with a cliff on the left and the path to the mountaintop on the right. Indents appear in the field of snow, twin circles that seem to span for many meters apart. It would be hard to tell from the naked eye that they're there, especially with the snow covering them up, but often they would reappear on a weekly, sometimes a daily basis.

The sole reasoning for this shack existing where it is, and for those peculiar indents of snow, is the inhabitant: a Froslass who has secluded herself not to a cave, but to an abode in which she can pursue her dreams. One of those dreams, teaching, she achieves through wireless communication, and she's had to make many trips up and down that trail for her to get acquainted with the technology needed to host her teaching sessions. Still, she pulls it off, having to don a tailored suit for her unique body type.

The subjects she teaches has more to do with her second dream, chemistry and science. She was lucky enough to scrounge up enough experience for her job, which allows her to take in funds for her own materials and experimentation. She'd go out to the city below for picking up her supplies, made easier with advances in transportation - gloves that produce large energy hands to carry large loads, levitating platforms, and mass compression being a few techniques she employs. These techniques are also abundant in her second job: a maid-for-hire, allowing her to experiment with different surroundings and to achieve some semblance of a social life.

As for particular studies, this Froslass, Valerie, decided that there wasn't a clear understanding of what affects a ghost's body in today's medicine. Being one herself, she has taken up the mantle by experimenting on herself with the various concoctions she whips up, although she's more prone to revisit old mixtures she already knows about. She doesn't change the amounts any, as what drives her to do so isn't one of the pursuit of science...

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"Almost...got it..."

Valerie shuffles about in her laboratory, beneath the aforementioned shack. While it looks small, where the Froslass's work takes place is located in a large room fitted into its basement. Cabinets and shelves line the walls, decked out with a mess of books, sealed vials with a range of liquids inside them, and other things she thinks she'll need. Five tables cover most of the floor, on them the most important of equipment, and set up so she can be within reaching distance of at least two tables at once. In a corner of this room .lie her personal computer and a small station where she holds her recorded teaching sessions, pointing away from her mess of a lab. A clothing rack nearby tells the tale of her limited clothing options: a blue undershirt, a tan suit, a pair of matching black kimonos, black-and-white maid outfits, and a black scientist's coat, plus an empty hanger. Valerie was wearing the second coat at the moment.

The Froslass herself was putting the final touches on one of her favorite potions, one that she found early on in her line of work...after she had discovering what affects ghosts and what didn't. She had found it odd how, in her world, some ghosts of some species had legs while others of the same species had no legs, or even had the ability to turn their legs corporeal or transparent at will. Research on this was already well-established, but there wasn't a way to give ghostly legs - or other appendages, for that matter - to a certain Pokemon that didn't have them. To say that it was hard would be an understatement, yet Valerie pulled through.

Except she didn't really get what she wanted. Because of how difficult it is for ghosts like her to be changed and manipulated by outside forces, experimenting with medicine and the like is harder than it is for non-ghosts. Certain medicine just won't work for ghosts, or even entire species; one might work well for a certain species, but the jury is still out on why that is. Valerie is on that end, not knowing what works or doesn't work, but is willing to try. As such, she's taken pride in anything she can get to work, although most times her experiments end up fizzling out. For the one she's currently making, though, this one was found on accident, and she's done this quite a few times already.

A bit of liquid here, a bit of powder there. Heat up the beaker, use the steam to combine with this. Then take and put it over with that. Mix the two together, shake, heat. A process, but she documents it all just in case one of her experiments has results. Unfortunately, as much as she is a pioneer in this field, she's not one to showcase all of her successful outings, and for good reason. She grins, as the final solution now sits before her: a cup of green fluid. The smile on her face belies the giddiness inside her at another job well done. She sets it aside and begins to clean up after her mess.

She looks back at the cup regularly to ensure it's still there, but also to wonder just if she should try something different. An addition to the solution, to see what would happen. After all, it's in the name of science, and what could go wrong with just one extra chemical? Choosing one vial from the many she used, she let a few drops of liquid into the green fluid, and gently mixed it in. Whatever it does to change the solution, she hopes it won't be all that bad.

After cleaning up and wiping down all of her equipment (and storing away the excess material for later), Valerie took the cup up with her to the shack above, and took her time to drink it. She looked outside to the expanse, noting that it wasn't snowing too hard, a light dusting. Her chest began to feel warm, an easy way to tell that the mixture was working. Her giddiness rose to a giggle, quickly removing her lab coat and hanging it on the nearby coat hanger before heading outside.

The feeling of the breezy, sub-zero mountain air washed over her and she felt right at home once more. Valerie swayed as she floated to the side of the shack, facing away from it and caressing her bare breasts. The overcast weather made it a bit chillier than when she was out earlier, but it sure did feel good against her warm chest. Not as good as what will happen, though, so long as her extra addition to the solution she drank didn't change it up too much.

Soon enough, the potion took effect: her breasts began growing, expanding outwards. Valerie cooed, rubbing over them as they swelled - this, this was the kind of discovery she couldn't bring herself to share with the world. Not that it would be easy to conceal, as soon, those breasts would be taking up half of the mountaintop; yet, those able to see her at her largest would likely believe it to be an illusion.

As she caressed herself, Valerie didn't take her eyes off those growing white orbs of hers. If what she added changed them at all, she'd have to feel and see them to know. Sure enough, as they grew past the size of grapefruits, to melons and beyond, she noticed that her nipples were not their usual size. They seemed to bear the same dimensions as they were before she drank the potion, although on her swollen breasts it was hard to tell. Their warmth grew, and with the change duly noted, the Froslass took it upon herself to fully enjoy their growth.

The next thirty minutes flew by quickly, as Valerie continued her slow, gradual, increasingly pleasure-filled expansion. It took only a few minutes for her to get the first sounds of sloshing of milk from within, but it took a lot longer for her to become so pleasured so as to release any of it. Having worked up a bit of a resistance to the stuff and being used to such large sizes, her breasts reached at least fifty feet across in diameter before she began even thinking of lactating.

That process, however, would be one that she'd have to account for with her change. Between groping and hugging herself, she tried to feel how her un-grown nipples would affect her, feeling quite a bit less sensitivity overall with less of them exposed to the elements, less chilly wind running across them, less snow flying against them. It didn't feel any harder or easier to hold in her milk, but at their current size, it was getting hard to not just release. Her growth has since slowed, so it would only be a matter of time until she had to let go, but she held onto her tits as much as she could, to keep them this large as long as possible. Them being this big felt just right, and she didn't want to shrink down just yet...

Unfortunately for her, if she wanted to test more potions and be ready for her next teaching session, she'd have to shrink down. She did her best to get heated, pushing against her breasts the best she could before she could feel the milk churning about and flowing towards her nipples. Strangely, though, she felt very little relief...a payoff that seemed to be delayed. After a minute of this milky climax, Valerie collapsed onto her breasts, somehow feeling fuller than before.

Those nipples of hers...their size was hindering her ability to lactate, only letting out small streams of milk that might average out to a gallon every minute if she kept pushing as hard as she could. To stay this big for that long felt like a dream come true, but what if she needed to shrink down? What if, after staying as big as she currently was for some time, her body would try to force itself to shrink down, climax or not? She tried again, hugging and pushing against her massive, city-block-sized tits to milk them down, but her progress was slow, and the amount of milk that wanted out was really pushing her to her limits.

To say she had several orgasms through the ordeal would be an understatement. If not for the snow under her, there would likely be a pool of her fluids as she reached the ten-foot mark. She was still way too large to fit in her shack, to move around, to be anything but immobile. But the light of day has already gone down, and she still felt so hot and needy. It at least gave her time to think about how she can use this change in addition to some of the other effects she's come across in her research, at the cost of no-showing for her lesson. She didn't think too hard on it, as the possibilities of what she could do vastly outweighed the consequences of not holding her teaching session.

Valerie could still see herself in the darkness of the evening and night thanks to the snow, but she had trouble discerning what white in front of her was boob and what was snow, even if it was off in the distance. In addition to her gropes and squeezes, she pulled on her breasts to test their weight and mobility as they finally got to be less than her size in height. Her nipples felt sore from lactating so much and for so long, but her chest felt rather relieved, as did the rest of her.

Wanting to savor this discovery of hers, Valerie made sure her breasts were still engorged with some milk as she headed back into her shack, relishing the fullness that she still felt from the milk inside. After jotting down what she used in her research notes, she made her way to her bed, wanting nothing more than to toy with her bust before a good night's rest.

Tomorrow, of course, will just be another day, another experiment. She wouldn't have it any other way.
