12 comments/ 129278 views/ 51 favorites The Milk Maid Ch. 01 By: shiveringgirl123 Chapter 1: Growing I awoke with a heavy feeling on my chest. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I looked down to see that I must have grown another cup size this week. The doctor tapped on my cage, "Morning sweetie, it's Monday, time for measurements and hormones." I groaned, I hated the injections and the first night of each week was always the most painful. I slowly crept to my feet and waited for the doctor to open the cage. He was gentle with me and stroked my hair, kissing me on the cheek before allowing me fifteen minutes to shower and clean myself up. In the bathroom I examined myself in the mirror, my long blonde hair reached my waist, perhaps the doctor would let me cut it soon. I was slender, I had a tiny frame which made my chest look even bigger. I'd been an A cup when I met the doctor, embarrassed and shy about my flat chest. In the weeks since he'd adopted me I'd grown easily up to a D cup and was now sure I'd be an E cup. My breasts felt fuller and heavier, I liked to hold them in my hands and feel the weight of them. In the shower I washed my hair and shaved my legs, underarms and pubic hair. The doctor preferred my pussy to be completely shaved and I liked to make him happy. I massaged my breasts and rubbed my clit, feeling the heat rise inside me, building closer and closer to orgasm until the buzzer sounded and I knew it was time to get out and dry myself. Feeling robbed of my orgasm I dried my body and rubbed the excess water from my hair. The doctor knocked and entered, he was carrying his medical bag and wore a huge grin on his face. I knew the procedure, I stood facing him with my arms raised above my head, presenting my breasts to him. He cupped them, weighing them mentally in his hands, he rubbed his thumbs over my nipples and I closed my eyes soaking up the pleasure. Next it was time for measuring; he wrapped the tape measure around me, firstly under my breasts and then over them. "F cups" he declared. I smiled in jubilation, I was even bigger than I thought. "My little porn star," he chuckled. "How many men would love to get their hands on these?" "A lot of men," I answered. "But only you are allowed to see them and touch them." "Good girl," he purred, continuing to rub them. I stayed in position whilst the doctor prepared the hormone injections, carefully filling up the syringes with the required doses. "This time next week your breasts should be so big and heavy that you'll prefer to crawl around on all fours rather than stand." I sighed and closed my eyes again, the pleasure that these words gave me was immense. I pictured myself on my hands and knees with the big swinging breasts hanging beneath me. I hardly noticed the little pinch of the needle penetrating my left breast. I focused my mind on the beautiful mental image I had captured and listened to the doctor's soothing voice. "This time next week you will begin to lactate, you will be a step closer to becoming my little pet cow." I almost reached orgasm again, the thought was just too sexy, too much of a turn on. I wanted to be his cow so much. I would be the newest addition to his farm. I felt the second little pinch as he injected my other breast. Tonight my breasts would be painful, I'd barely sleep from the growing pains but for now I could relax. The doctor always gave me an hour of gentle breast massage after injections. We walked out of the bathroom into the doctor's bedroom, this was the only time I was allowed in here, the rest of the time I slept in my cage. "Lie down my sweet." I did as he requested, I lay on my back, my big firm breasts pointing the ceiling, not flopping to the sides at all. The doctor took my hand in his and slid it down over my belly to my clean, shaved pussy. These last few weeks I'd been allowed to rub myself as he massaged my breasts. I was wet already, my juices had began to flow the second he had told me I was an F cup. As he massaged me I fantasized about becoming his cow, about the day I'd get to wear a bell around my neck. Every time the doctor referred to my breasts as udders I would shiver with excitement. The pleasure was building, I took my time not wanting to reach climax too soon. I listened to the doctor's voice, listed to the sexy words like 'udders', 'milk', 'lactating' and 'cow' and felt his firm hands kneed at my flesh. I couldn't hold it much longer, I was panting faster and faster. I opened my eyes to stare straight into the doctor's. "Come." He whispered. And I did. I'd exploded with ecstasy, my insides pulsating and contracting, juices leaking out of my pussy onto the bed. Embarrassed I looked up to the doctor once more, but he just smiled before kissing me on the lips. "Change the sheets." * * * That night was awful, the pain in my breasts was horrific, it seemed the bigger they got the worse the pain was after injections. Like typical growing pains that all girls get but so much worse. More exaggerated. It was as if I could feel the cells dividing and multiplying, like I could feel the skin stretching and the milk ducts preparing themselves. * * * When morning came and the doctor arrived with breakfast I tried to stand but I was so exhausted and my breasts felt so heavy I simply rolled over and crawled to the door. Looking up the doctor seemed elated. "My little cow," he beamed. "Look at how those udders hang beneath you." I looked like he asked and was amazed, they were growing so rapidly now, they were swaying beneath me and I'd never felt sexier. Instinctively I crawled to the doctor and reached for his crotch, I wanted to please him, to feel him grow hard in my mouth but he pulled away instantly. "Not yet sweetie, not until you join the farm, then you will pleasure me and do all the sexual favours I ask of you. You're not ready yet, but soon." He placed the breakfast tray on the floor. Resigned, I looked down at it, the glass of water was now replaced by a water bowl. I was expected to slurp it up like an animal, I guessed that any other girl would be horrified, that I should feel oppressed and degraded but I didn't, this meant I was doing good, now I was on all fours I'd never walk upright again. I lowered my head and began to lap up the water, my udders resting on the cold floor, my nipples rock hard. The Milk Maid Ch. 02 Kathy eyed the Doctor absorbing what may be the most perfect body any person could ever envision. The Doctor's skin was flawless. Not only was it perfectly smooth and glowing, there wasn't a hint that hair had ever existed anywhere but on her heard, brows, and lashes. It was almost as if Doctor Isabel Davis had never known the negative effects of puberty where acne can be a real issue. Her incredibly alluring vagina seemed to be one that has never been touched by any person, male or female. It was mesmerizing to Kathy as she was gazing at it. "Now Kathy, given our current situation, you may find this hard to believe but I am not a lesbian. I am 100% heterosexual." Her words seem to break Kathy from her shocked gaze. "You see Kathy, my condition also comes with side effects although they're not all bad. I have never known the pain of a pimple or a black head. I have never once had to touch a razor or endure the pain of a bikini wax." As she spoke, Dr. Davis' ran her hands over her thighs as if to illustrate her smooth, radiant skin. Kathy found herself lost in the moment. While Kathy herself had never been with a woman, she now found herself oddly attracted to the mature doctor. Isabel, with the swiftness of a cat stealthily approaching its prey, pounced back on to Kathy's nipple. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh". Kathy was caught completely off guard and while every instinct she had wanted the doctor to stop, the feeling was just so powerful she grabbed onto the sides of the examination table and allowed another orgasm to overtake her. For her part, Dr. Davis was suckling at her breast, greedily trying to drain it of every last drop of milk reminiscent of a vampire assaulting the neck of one of its victims. "Oh Doctor...oh...ooh...d...d...doc..." Kathy's voice trailed off as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Everything was fuzzy. Euphoria ruled the day. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me." Isabel stood slowly then, in the way that any normal doctor would, grabbed her pen light from the tray where she had set aside her things and flashed it in Kathy's eyes. Her pupils dilated, her breath heavy, Isabel feared that she may have pushed her patient too hard too soon. She laid the light down and opened her cabinet door, producing smelling salts. They had their intended effect as Kathy came out of it. "Are you okay Kathy?" Taking a deep breath, a visibly disoriented Kathy Riffin sat up. "Yes, yes. My head. Am I...Will I..." "You're fine dear." Isabel smiled as she took her examination coat and put it back on. Turning back to Kathy, "But there's no reverse in your condition. Unfortunately, and I do so apologize for this Kathy, but the process is irreversible. Your body is now "pregnant"." Isabeld add air quotes with her fingers to accentuate the point. Kathy's head hung down and she began to tear up. Shaking her head as she softly shook it 'no'. "What do you want from me? Am I your sex slave now?" "Of course not Kathy." Dr. Davis sat next to her patient. "Without my shots the pain will return as will your mood swings. We need each other, don't you see? Your breast milk rates off the charts. You are the best possible patient! And you have to agree that the orgasms you've had from this whole process are the best of your life, aren't they?" Kathy looked up at the Doctor through lightly tear filled eyes. She found the Doctor's face comforting. "What happens now?" "Now you get dressed, or don't. You can feel free to lay here as long as you like. I have to warn you though, the longer you are here the more I will nurse from your delicious tit! At some point when you'll go home and just live your normal day to day life. Just remember to keep pumping out the breast milk and saving it for me. Feel free to work, play, date, and anything else you want." Kathy almost smiled then stopped and remember what she saw a moment ago. "Doctor, can I ask you something else?" "Anything." "You mentioned your condition and good side effects but you didn't say anything bad or about your condition in general?" Isabel lowered her head a bit in a moment of thought then, with her comforting smile, sat up and looked lovingly at Kathy. "Kathy how old would you say I am?" Kathy unsure of how to answer smiled and said "I don't know, late 24, 25 maybe?" Dr. Davis returned her smile. "No Kathy I'm 46 years old. My youthful appearance is actually my affliction. You see I suffer from a rare growth hormone deficiency. It's the reason I became a Doctor. It was so traumatic growing up always looking like someone's younger sister who was tagging along. Oh and you can imagine how little luck I had with boys. What boy wanted to bring a girl who looked like she was still in elementary school to the prom?" Kathy was feeling somewhat saddened by her Doctor's tale as she slowly dressed. "After college I had gone through a bit of a growth change and I was hopeful that maybe I would finally start dating. That's when I met Brian." Isabel paused for a moment, lost in thought, then returned to her story. "Brian was an incredibly talented genetecist. He'd already completed 2 Phd's and was working on his third when we met. He was the first person in my entire school life that treated me like a person and not as some overachieving minor or freak who didn't belong in the university. We became fast friends and I suspect it because he himself wasn't exactly winning any 'People's Sexiest Man' Awards." She broke momentarily again seemingly returning to the same thought. "So you and he were a thing?" Kathy asked compassionately. Isabel's face changed drastically at Kathy's question. Gone was the almost nostalgic recollection as her eyes, and nose turned to what would be considered a scowl. "No. I was a young girl who was desperate to know what loving a man would feel like. Instead it became a painful learning experience." Isabel stood and turned to stare at the clock on the wall. Kathy was hesitant, almost frightened, to continue asking questions but she wanted to know more. "Doctor? Isabel?" Kathy asked trying to bring the mature Doctor back to the room. "It was a painful learning experience but not before he was able to teach me more about myself, my condition. We had chatted intimately about thoughts and feelings and he swore he wanted to help me. And for my part I believed him. We'd worked at his lab late every night for a month. He told me that I suffered from a harmless growth hormone deficiency. By 'harmless' he meant it wasn't life threatening. He said that the problem was definitely a fluke condition that happened during my mother's pregnancy and that I could rest assured that it wouldn't pass on in pregnancy." Isabel paused again. As Kathy placed her hand on her shoulder, visibly noticing how difficult this was for her. Isabel feeling the hand stepped forward, not wanting the contact before continuing. "He kept saying there was a way to help me only he would never tell me what he was trying to help me with or how. He just kept saying he was getting close to something that would be very helpful. That's why it didn't surprise me too much when one night he called me out of the blue. He said he'd had a breakthrough and could finally help me. I was so curious to know what he meant because of the constant mention of it that I became excited and didn't hesitate to meet up with him. Instead of meeting at the lab we were going to meet at his parents home which was actually very close to my campus apartment. That should have been a warning." At that moment they were interrupted by Isabel's phone. She looked at the number, smiled, then put her phone back in her lab coat pocket. "So, did he help you?" Kathy was desperate to know what happened next. Isabel turned to face Kathy. Her face, her entire demeanor was different. "He helped me. When I got there the first thing I noticed was the 4 empty Johnny Walker Black bottles on the table. I looked up and saw Brian through a cloud of smoke. I never saw the two friends of his who grabbed me from behind. My clothes were ripped from my body as I was screaming and begging them to stop. It was only after one of his friends repeatedly whipped my face with his belt that I finally stopped crying." Kathy was horrified at what she was hearing. She had taken a step back because Isabel was now frightening her even more. "Brian stood over me. He said 'I finally found out what's wrong with you. You're a stupid slut who needs cock'. They all laughed as Brian exposed himself to me. I was so scared and vulnerable naked there with no way to fight back. Brian went first. He wasn't soft or gentle or loving in any way. He pushed himself into my vagina. The pain was excruciating, even for him. Somehow it was my fault he would tell me. His breath reeked of whiskey but still he kept coming. His friends were laughing, pouring more of that Johnny Walker on my face and into my mouth. It was foul." Kathy remembered seeing a case of Johnny Walker in the alley next to Isabel's home office. It made her wonder. "Brian just kept complaining about the pain and about how dry I was. They started calling me 'frigid bitch' as if it were going to be my new nickname. Brian stopped for a moment. His friends forced me to my knees. I was weak from the beating and the whiskey. He spit on his hands then rubbed it into me. My body never lubricated. I would come to learn that would be a recurring issue. Even after he spit I was so tight that he continued to hurt me in that doggy position. One of his friends came around to the front of me and forced his cock into my mouth. It was too big for me but he didn't care. The pain in my mouth and pussy was too much to bear. I was so grateful when another one of Brian's friends produced a bottle of baby oil. Brian squirted it onto pussy. He finished inside of me within seconds of doing that. But my party was just beginning. There were 7 of them that day." Isabel stopped speaking and just stared at Kathy. She took a step towards her causing Kathy to jump back in fear. "Scared? You don't know what is. They didn't stop violating. Nothing was off limits or too taboo. My asshole was stretched so badly I couldn't walk for a month. I was ravaged repeatedly by these drunk men with no concern for my safety, let alone my pleasure. Do you know what it's like to be the victim of a wild gangbang that lasted hours and not have one orgasm? It was almost as torturous as the pain my body was feeling." Kathy was stunned and even more fearful at Isabel's tone. "The next morning I woke up in a pool of my own dried blood and semen from seven men only one of which I had ever met or seen. I would come to find out that Brian had covered his tracks very well. He'd somehow gotten into my bank account and written 3 checks for $500 each dated exactly 1 week apart. He had videotaped one of our conversations in his lab where I was begging him to tell me what was wrong with him. So naive I was. He told me he was "going through something" and made himself seem distant and pained. So here I am begging him to tell me what happened on video. Cleverly he'd disabled the audio from the lab's video cameras so that video now looked like I was begging him to do something he didn't want to." "I-I'm so sorry Isabel. I can't imagine-" Kathy was cut off by yet another step towards her by Isabel. The look in Isabel's eyes were dark and ominous. "Don't be sorry Kathy. Brian was teaching me, I just didn't know it. When I got home there was a folder on my table. He had given it to my roommate. The folder contained his research. He knew that sex would be painful. He also knew that no matter how many cocks I had taken, my body would heal the same way making sex always painful. His notes showed that for the rest of my life I could never know intimacy without pain. I cried for weeks. You're leaking Kathy." Stunned and surprised Kathy looked down and saw she was in fact leaking. Perhaps it was the story or the fear but her breasts were leaking uncontrollably. She instinctively lifted her shirt to clean up when Isabel was on her, suckling at her tit. "Oh God no please. Stooo...mmmmmmph." Kathy tried to plead but wound up biting her lip and welcoming the relief Isabel's sucking would bring. Isabel would twist and suckle at her own discretion not caring about the pain her teeth might bring Kathy. "Mmmmm...best subject..." Isabel grunted through puckered lips as she with drew as much milk as Kathy would give. Kathy, though euphoric, was not nearing orgasm. Isabel had changed her suckling into a biting almost gnashing and the pain kept Kathy from reaching the orgasms the previous sessions had brought her. Although painful, it was still pleasurable, so when Isabel stopped to speak Kathy did feel a measure of disappointment. "That brings me to you and this experiment. Would you like to know what I'm doing to you and why I chose you?" Kathy, with exposed breasts, found herself dumbfounded. She needed to know but had no words. She nodded slowly, it was all she could do. Isabel slowly smiled while unbuttoning her lab coat. Kathy again admired the radiant beauty of this mature woman. As her eyes trailed downward she once again found herself fixated on her crotch. "Oh my God!" Kathy gasped. To be continued...