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FULLFILLMENT
by SapphireBlueHearts


Chapter 1

	Tiny lips suckled at a mother's teat.  Lucy couldn't see it, of course.  It was camouflaged behind a piece of terrycloth on a chain around the mother's neck as she sat in a seat in the office break room, breastfeeding her child before she would return the infant to the office's daycare and return to her job.  Lucy had seen her often.  She was one of the women in accounting who had recently returned to work from maternity leave.  She shared a break time with Lucy, which meant Lucy got to spend her break eating her yogurt and watching the young mother breastfeed her child.  The woman's breasts were a lot bigger than when Lucy had first been introduced to her when she started at the company.  

	Lucy had started working for AncelCorp after her mother had passed away, and had to quit her job as a writing tutor to move back home with her dad to help take care of him and to be there for him during the difficult time.  Her father had set up this job for her, calling in favors with an old family friend so that she could work and help provide for the two of them while he worked during the day as a roofer.  This had worked out for a while, until Lucy's father's health began to decline.  He passed away a few years later, leaving Lucy alone to manage the house.  She was devastated at first, but eventually she adjusted, though she was actively looking for a roommate now to help pay the property taxes and utilities.  She hadn't found anyone yet, but was hopeful that the right person might come along.

	Lucy Dannon looked down.  Her own breasts were sizable enough.  She loved them.  They were her favorites, and she found herself obsessing over them.  Even as a young girl, her parents thought she spent way too much time looking at her breasts in the mirror, and playing with them.  They told her it was just a phase and she would one day grow out of it.

	She never had.

	She thought about her breasts often enough that it sometimes embarrassed her whenever someone would take notice.  They were perky, mounds, nestled snugly in a 36D bra, but she liked them.  They were sensitive, and the made her feel happy.

	"Staring isn't going to make that nursing cloth drop, you know," said a voice behind her.  "No matter how much you want it to."  It was Vincent Richards, one of the IT nerds who worked in the glorified closet of an office right near the server room.  Lucy was surprised, since they rarely ever came out.  Most of them ate their lunch in that little box.  They were a socially awkward lot, so they probably felt more comfortable locked away in their little nerd dungeon.

	Lucy reddened, embarrassed.  "I... wasn't staring."  She lowered her face a little, hiding it behind her yogurt cup.

	Vincent smirked, "Yeah you were.  Don't try to pretend you weren't.  Relax, I don't blame you.  She's got those big delicious milk bags now."  He stared at Maria, still breastfeeding her kid across the room.  "Lucky baby."

	Lucy just glared.  "You're a pervert."

	Maybe that was why the IT guys never left their room.  They had no social tact.  Still, she had to admit that he had a point.  Maria's breasts did hold a certain fascination to them.  The pregnancy had led to her breasts swelling with food for the baby at least a couple cup sizes.  She would never admit it to anyone, but there was a deep fascination for her in that.  She stole a glance down at her own breasts again, pondering briefly how large they would get if she had become pregnant and begun to nurse.

	"Don't be jealous," commented Vincent, snapping her out of her thoughts.  "Yours are way more amazing than hers."

	"Is that your idea of a compliment?" sneered Lucy.  She hated to admit it, but Vincent was right.  Her breasts now were roughly the size that Maria's were while she was nursing. Her thoughts began to briefly ponder how big hers might get if she ever started lactating.  It wasn't likely to happen, though.  Lucy had been born with a genetic defect, unwittingly gifted to her by her parents, which prevented her from having children.  She would never know what it felt like to nurse her own child, and feel those tiny lips suckling at her swollen, milk-filled breasts.  It was a truth that made her profoundly sad at times.

	She gave a small sigh. Maria had finished her nursing and got up to return to work, leaving Lucy alone in the break room with Vincent, who still hadn't bothered to even attempt to eat lunch, which begged the question as to what he was doing there exactly?  Lucy sat in silence, eating her lunch and trying to ignore Vincent, who maintained the same pervy grin he had before, but this time focused solely on Lucy.  This whole lunch had quickly become awkward, made worse by the goatee-clad coworker who continued staring at her intently.  When it became apparent that he wasn't going to stop, she turned to him.

	"What is it?  Please, just stop doing that."

	Vincent didn't stop, instead he grinned.  "You're still thinking about it, aren't you?  You're thinking about the tits."

	"No," lied Lucy.  She hated the thought of having to admit to the creep that this time he was right.

	"Don't lie.  I think about tits constantly, so I'm pretty sure I know what it looks like when someone else has mammaries on the mind."

	"And just what if I am?" snapped Lucy.  "What business is it of yours?"

	Vincent slid out of his seat, moving directly across from Lucy at the small table in the corner of the break room, pulling up a chair and smiling at her, face to face.  "You don't remember at all, do you Lucy Dannon?  The Christmas party?  You and I talked for, like, an hour about it."

	Lucy was taken aback.  She hadn't recalled ever holding a conversation with any of the IT guys.  She was a secretary to one of the higher ups in the company, and rarely had reason to even pass by their little dungeon.  Still, she could recall parts of the Christmas party.  It had been two weeks after her remaining parent had passed away, and she was lost in mourning her father's death.  Friends had encouraged her to go to the company party to help get her mind off of things.  It had mostly been spent drinking.  The rest of the evening's memories were patchy at best, but somehow she had managed to make it home and into bed.

	Vincent smirked.  "You were so drunk, and you talked my ear off about it all; about the secret wish you had, and the thing you vowed never to ever tell anyone, yet for some reason told to me at a Christmas party.  You wished your breasts could be bigger, and you went on and on about how you wanted so badly to make milk, and experience what that would feel like."

	Lucy went blood red with embarrassment.  She hadn't told anyone about her fantasies and fetishes, ever.  Yet, here was an almost stranger who knew every lurid detail of her innermost wishes and fantasies.  Her response was panic, which quickly elevated to anger.

	"You... Just... Shut up!" she shouted, standing up and stomping towards the door.

	"Wait!" he shouted, and against Lucy's better judgment, she stopped.

	When she turned around, Vincent was smirking again.  "Wow, that actually worked!  Look, have you ever considered inducing the lactation?  I mean, I have a breast pump that was left from my sister's old nursing stuff. I'll lend it to you and you can give it a try."

	Lucy paused, rolling the thought over in her mind.

	"Just give it some thought.  I'll check by your desk at the end of the day, and maybe we can talk about it more.  I'm sorry if I made you mad.  I just was surprised you didn't remember."

	Before she could get another word in, Vincent was gone, leaving Lucy to consider his offer and finish her meal.

	The day dragged on.  Lucy spent most of the remainder of her work time sitting at her desk outside Mr. Garret's office, lost in thought about the strange lunchtime encounter, and the offer of a breast pump to begin inducing milk production.  It was something she had done plenty of research on.  She knew all the strategies.  She had even spent time carefully designing a logbook out of an old notepad.  She had thought about it a lot.  The logbook was filled with flowers and hearts, and other doodles in the margins; drawn as she carefully planned every bit of the process.  Before she knew it, the end of the day had come, and Mr. Garret was heading home.  "Goodnight, Lucy," he expressed in a hurry as he left, practically bumping into Vincent who came by her desk, just as he had promised.

	"So, reconsider my offer?"  He spoke, grinning that same pervy grin from earlier, and staring at her like a piece of meat.  Lucy had never even considered herself that attractive a woman, so why was Vincent suddenly so interested in her?  She struggled to remember what she possibly could have discussed with him that night she was drunk at the Christmas party.

	Her thoughts flashed to her notebook at home, and it was enough for her to make up her mind.  She gave a hesitant nod.  "Yes, I'll take your offer."

	He pulled a box from behind his back that was sizable.  It may have been her distracted mind, but she was surprised that she hadn't noticed him carrying it before.  When Vincent handed it to her, she saw that it was full of nursing tools, including a very nice and very expensive breast pump.  Lucy was surprised.  "Wait... you had all this stuff with you here at work?"

	He shrugged.  "It was in the trunk of my car.  I don't need it, so you can have it.  All I ask is that you tell me, in detail, how it's going if I ask later, okay?"

	Lucy nodded and took the box.  "Thank you, Vincent."

	Vincent said nothing in response, but lingered around for a while, watching her file her last few papers and tidy up her desk before she grabbed her purse and walked to her car.  As she made the long trek across the parking lot, she couldn't help but let her mind dwell on how unusual this day had been, and how strange Vincent was acting.  Lucy shrugged it off.  Maybe he was just that way all the time.

	By the time she got home, it was dark, but there was a growing eagerness to immediately try the pump out.  She put down her purse and got comfortable, slipping out of her blouse and bra, tossing them aside, and setting up the pump.  All the pieces and parts looked brand new.  The whole pump hadn't ever been used.  Lucy thought it was odd, but maybe Vincent's sister hadn't ever used the pump.  She snapped the pieces into place, and guided it to her breasts before clicking it on.  Immediately the sharp vacuum suck latched around her nipples, and she gave a gasp at how sharp and uncomfortable it felt.  Even with the discomfort, the thought of finally making strides to fulfill a dream of hers was exciting.  While the pump ran, she slid a hand into her panties and began to lightly play with herself, masturbating at the very thought of her breasts soon being heavy, larger, and full of milk.

	The following weeks went on much as usual at work.  Lucy kept to her pumping schedule, bringing her pump with her to work, timing her breaks for when her boss, Mr. Garret, was in meetings, or away at lunch, so she could hide away in his private washroom in order to do her twenty minute pump sessions.  It was an uncomfortable, and inconvenient process, but she hoped it would be worth it.  She kept a careful log of each session, and made notes about her observed results.

	Three weeks passed, and she still had no results to report.  She did everything her research had said to do.  Everyday she kept up with her pump sessions, and everyday she felt no closer to producing milk than she had when she began.  Week four and five were the same.

	In all that time, Lucy had seen no sign of Vincent.  Presumably he just continued to spend his work day in the little IT closet.  It wasn't until the sixth week that he came to Lucy's desk in the middle of the day.  Lucy saw him coming and glanced at her disappointing breast pumping logbook that poked out of her purse.

	"How's the milk maid doing?" he laughed, leaning against Lucy's desk and absentmindedly playing with the various decorations on her desk.

	Lucy wasn't in the mood for his candor.  "It's not," she sighed.  "I've been trying for two months now, every day."

	Vincent seemed surprised, "Really?  Not a single drop?"

	Lucy nodded.  She felt so profoundly disappointed and frustrated by it, that she was nearly in tears having to admit it to Vincent.  Vincent said nothing in response, instead just watching her reaction carefully.  He saw just how much this whole venture must have meant to her.  After she finished explaining what she had gone through in the previous months, Vincent leaned in close, staring at her with a look of seriousness that eventually curled into a half smile, as though he had a thought developing in his mind.

	"If you really want to fulfill this fantasy of yours; If you really want to lactate, then I think I might know of a solution, though it's a little unconventional.  Before we do this, I need to know that this is something you really want.  I'm pretty sure it is, because no other woman in the world would go through the effort that you did if it wasn't."

	Lucy nodded.  "I want this, so badly, Vincent.  I feel... broken, not being able to do this."

	Vincent grinned his pervy grin.  "Very well then," he announced and grabbed a sticky note from the pad on her desk and began writing down a phone number and an address.  "Come to this address at 10pm tonight.  I'll meet you there.  It's a friend of mine who I believe might be able to help you.  The phone number is mine.  I want you to have it."

	Lucy took the note and looked down at the address and crude map Vincent had drawn.  "Vincent, just who is this person, anyway?" but as she looked up, he was already gone.  Lucy rubbed the note in her hand, and pondered what would be waiting for her once she got to Vincent's mysterious address tonight.




Chapter 2

	Lucy pulled up to the house on the address that Vincent had given her.  It was clear on the other side of town, and in an area she wasn't altogether too familiar with.  The house appeared normal on the outside, but she still didn't know why Vincent had asked her to come here, or what possible solution to her problem he had to offer.  Not knowing what to expect, she tilted the mirror, and fluffed her shoulder length dark hair, running her fingers through it to help clean up some of the tangles that had built up over the long frustrating day at work.  She checked her makeup too, quickly reapplying her lipstick.  As she puckered her lips, it dawned on her how ridiculous this really was.  She was about to meet a guy she barely knew, at a place she'd never been to, to meet with a stranger, to help her with a problem she still didn't want anyone to know about.  For all she knew she could be walking into a trap, and Vincent would be waiting with ten of his friends to gang rape her.

	The nervousness started her chest aching with anxiety.  Was it worth the risk to go through with this?  Had she really gotten this desperate to fulfill her fantasy that she was willing to trust a man she hardly knew?  These thoughts bounced and rattled in her head, warring and reasoning with each other until at last she made up her mind that her curiosity needed to know what Vincent had planned.  She carefully gathered her purse and the breast pump, should she need it, and walked up the yard to the door.

	"Hello?  Vincent?" she inquired, knocking softly, as though that might somehow soften her anxieties.  The door was answered by a thin, short, dark skinned kid.  He examined her for a long moment through the locked screen door, before turning around to speak to someone behind him in the room.
	
	"Is this her?  She's cuter than you described."

	Lucy stood their awkwardly, before she heard Vincent's voice in the background.  "Let her in already, Neil."

	Neil unlocked the door, taking the opportunity to look her up and down again, the same uncomfortable grin on his face that Vincent frequently wore.  He led her into a small living room filled with beanbag chairs and a futon.  Vincent was sitting in one of the bags, eating a piece of fried chicken.  He stood when she entered.  "Ah, Lucy, I'm actually surprised you came.  Don't get me wrong, I'm really excited that you did."  He smiled and waved a hand towards Neil.  "This is Neil Patel, a friend of mine from college."

	Lucy looked around.  "What's this about?  You said he'd be able to help me with my... problem."
	
	Vincent nodded, and put a hand on Neil's shoulder.  "That's where Neil comes in.  He's really smart, and he may have just the thing."

	"'Really smart' is putting it mildly," Neil chuckled, "Not to pat myself on the back, or anything."

	"Neil works for a pharmacology development team that researches and develops formulas for major dairy concerns.  A year ago he stumbled across a rather promising formula for encouraging milk production in dairy cows.  It's been tested to be safe and not dangerous, but it hasn't been tested on people yet.  It was never designed with humans in mind, but there's been one successful test of the serum on a human being, and there weren't any complications."

	"It's entirely up to you," added Neil.  "I have some of the serum in my cold storage, enough for another treatment.  He's explained your situation to me.  The formula was designed for 'dry cows' that weren't producing milk, despite having healthy udders, so I'm certain it could help you too."

	Lucy looked at the two men nervously.  Was she really going to go through with such a drastic step just to experience the joy of producing milk?  Her anxiety returned, and her thoughts began their war again.  The rational side of her mind told her to run, and live a happy milk-less life, but the other side of her mind was insistent, telling her that she had come this far, and it was only a small step more to finally achieve what she had been working so hard towards all this time.  The pressure of the choice before her, and the battle of her wills caused her emotions to swim.  She began to get light headed.

	"Can... Can I have something to drink?" she asked, taking a seat on the futon and rubbing her head.  Vincent was quick to deliver a cold can of soda to her from the fridge.  Lucy thanked him and took a sip, letting her nerves settle and calm.

	"So, do you think it's something you want to try?" asked Neil, staring rather uncomfortably at her, and more specifically at her breasts.  Vincent gave him a stern look that said, 'give her a moment' before going back to watching TV; an animated Japanese cartoon or something, while Lucy continued struggling to make sense of what it was she really wanted.  Neil paced impatiently, eventually disappearing into the other room.

	There was a hand on Lucy's shoulder, and she saw Vincent giving her a comforting squeeze.  "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know.  I set this up because I wanted to help you.  I realize there's a risk."

	Lucy said nothing, just staring down at her knees, glancing up occasionally at her breasts, wondering how it would feel, and if the experience would be everything she dreamed it would.  After what seemed like an eternity of silence, other than the yammering of voices on the TV, she looked at Vincent and offered a tiny nod.  "Let's do it.  I want to try."

	Vincent gave her arm another kind squeeze.  "Okay.  I'll let Neil know.  Everything else is all ready."

	Vincent left to go get Neil, who seemed altogether too excited about her decision.  He set up what looked like a massage table in the center of the room, and told her to remove her blouse and bra, and lay down.  Lucy resisted at first, feeling uncomfortable with the thought of both Neil and Vincent seeing her naked breasts, but eventually she reasoned with herself that it was the only way the procedure could occur.  Still, it didn't help when Neil made giddy noises, and stopped looking her in the face altogether.  Vincent was a little more gentlemanly about it, but Lucy caught him stealing a few desirous stares at her plump breasts.
	
	Neil brought in a medical cooler from the other room and started thawing the formula, pouring it into a sterilized syringe, while Vincent prepared the underside of Lucy's breasts with a few alcohol soaked cotton balls.  He also rubbed across Lucy's areolas and nipples.  Lucy tensed, nervous from the anxiety of the operation, as well as shy about her breasts being open and splayed out in front of two men whom she barely knew.

	As soon as Vincent was finished, Neil brought the needle up, and punctured it into the bottom of Lucy's breast, creating a sharp sting and a pinch of pressure that made her tense further.  Then he took the syringes and injected it into the areola.  After he made two injections, Lucy began to sweat.  "So... What happened to her?"
	
	"Excuse me?" inquired Neil, busy preparing the last two injections.  "Her who?"

	"The other woman that this was tested on," she stammered out, feeling nervous and lightheaded again.

	"She's..." began Neil, too busy to actually stop and think.

	"She's fine," finished Vincent, squeezing her arm comfortingly again.  "It was a complete success for her, and it will be for you too.  You'll see."
	
	Neil gave a wary glance at Vincent but eventually nodded in agreement.  "Just two more and we're done."  He took the syringe and made the final two injections into Lucy's breast tissue.  As soon as he was done, he took a clean sanitation cloth and cleaned the four spots where he had punctured the skin.  He also took a camera and snapped a quick photo for his records.  "All done, though it works best if there's a period of manual stimulation, right now," he smirked as he hovered over Lucy with his hands out, grinning like a horny teenager.

	"Shut up, Neil," interjected Vincent, who slapped his friend upside the head.  "He's joking, Lucy.  Go ahead and put your clothes back on.  Your breasts are very lovely to look at, but I'm sure you'd be more comfortable with them covered right now.

	Lucy began to put her bra back on, while Neil frowned at Vincent.  "What sorts of results am I to expect from this?" asked Lucy.

	Neil shrugged.  "It's hard to say.  There's only been one other test case.  Her breasts grew by about 25%, and began producing regular milk within a week.  You might want to order some new bras now."
	
	Lucy nodded, and looked at Vincent who was smiling happily, as though he had just done a good deed worthy of a merit badge.  Lucy finished dressing and offered Vincent a small hug.  "Thank you for setting this up."  She politely nodded at Neil and made her way back to her car.

	The rest of the evening felt surreal to her.  She was so deep in thought that she hadn't noticed that it was almost 2 AM by the time she finally got to bed.  She sat on the edge of her queen sized bed and changed out of her clothes until she was just in her panties, and her breasts hung out on her chest in front of her.  She held up a makeup mirror and examined her breasts from all their angles, but they didn't seem to feel or look any different; just a little sore in the places where the injections had gone in.  Maybe Neil's formula had been too old; locked in that ice box.  Maybe it simply wasn't compatible with her body chemistry.  There were too many questions that no one could answer.  What if it was all just a hoax so that Vincent and his friend could cop a feel and get a good look at her naked breasts?  For all she knew it might have been sugar water Neil was injecting.  Frustrated at the lack of any sort of change, Lucy sprawled out on her bed and fell into a deep, tired sleep.

	She awoke to the sound of the phone ringing.  Groggily she rolled to the edge of the bed and grabbed her phone.  It was Mr. Garret, her boss.  "Ms. Dannon?  Were you planning on coming in to work today?  I'm not usually here before you, and there wasn't anything on the schedule about you taking the day off."  Lucy was disoriented and confused.  It wasn't until she spotted the clock on her nightstand that she snapped out of her sleep and realized that she was almost two hours late for work.  Panic set in and she scrambled out of bed, suddenly discovering just how sore and aching her body was.

	"Ugh...  I'm so sorry, Mr. Garret.  I think I've got the stomach flu, or something.  I feel awful."  She was lying, but she truly did feel too sore to leave her house.

	Mr. Garret seemed understanding, no doubt a side effect of Lucy's impeccable attendance and punctuality when it came to work.  "It will be tough without you today, Lucy.  Get some rest and feel better.  I hope to see you at work soon."
	
	Lucy hung up the phone, feeling terrible for having to miss work without leaving much notice, but she supposed it couldn't be helped.  She reached up to rub her neck when she felt her hand bump into her breast as she did so.  Suddenly she remembered everything about the night before.  She excitedly jumped up and rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror, even ignoring the aching tiredness that seemed to weigh down her every muscle, especially those in her back.  As soon as she looked in the mirror she saw them.  Her breasts looked like they always had, but there was a noticeable difference in their size.  They were easily a full cup size larger, and seemed to hang from her chest in a tight, perky way, without sagging or hanging down.  It was incredible.  She wiggled around to watch her glorious large breasts jostle and jiggle as she moved.  A warm sense of joy and happiness began to well inside her.  It had really worked!  She stared at her breasts for a few long minutes more, squeezing and kneading them, surprised at how much more sensitive they felt.  In fact, all the excitement of playing with her new bosom brought her to a level of excitement that sent her to her couch where she slipped a hand down her panties and began to rub herself to orgasm, squeezing and continuing to knead her breasts as she did so.  It only took a few minutes until she brought herself to one of the most satisfying orgasms she had managed to feel in months, and this was just the beginning.  Soon there might be milk too!
	
	Lucy took advantage of having the day off to relax her weary muscles.  It must have been part of the growth process that caused her body to ache so much, but as the day dragged on, she did start to feel better.  She also had a much healthier appetite than normal.  She ate much more food than she normally needed to feel satisfied, but she again attributed that to the rapid growth of her breasts; her great big glorious breasts.  She couldn't stop herself from being excited at what the rest of the week might bring.  She would have to find a way to thank Neil and Vincent for their help.  Maybe even take them out to dinner to show her appreciation for all that they did for her.  It had taken months of pumping, trying to induce lactation and growth, but now she had finally accomplished her goal.  She finally felt content and happy, and couldn't wait to experience a complete fulfillment once the week reached its end and she was producing milk.


Chapter 3

	The next morning Lucy stirred awake at her usual hour, this time not sleeping through her alarm like she had the day before.  She rolled over and felt her large breasts flop and roll over as she got up.  They were still perky and well supported, even without wearing a bra.  She reached up and gave them a hearty squeeze, feeling a delightful tingle of arousal just from the pressure.  As she sat up, she could tell immediately that her breasts were in fact bigger, maybe by another half a cup or so.  It felt so good just to feel them bouncing and swaying as she walked or turned around quickly.  She couldn't believe how well Neil's serum seemed to have worked.

	She slid out of bed and reached under it to find the full length mirror that she almost never used.  She set it up, and just stared at her body, examining her breasts from all angles, and how they seemed to make her slightly plump waist look that much smaller by comparison.  Her hips flared out into a nice round ass, still.  She reached down and gave her cheeks a squeeze, surprised at how much firmer it seemed, even as large as it was.  In fact, her entire back seemed slightly stronger and more muscled.  Maybe it was a side effect of Neil's formula; her body's way of compensating for the increased weight it would have to carry on her front.  Still, the breasts seemed remarkably light and bouncy for as large as they were.  They didn't seem to sag at all.
	
	The first thing she did was call into work and let them know that she was still recovering from being sick and would need another day.  She felt well enough to work, but she wanted to spend another day getting used to her new, amazing body, and find some time to do a little shopping for the larger clothes she would no doubt need soon.  She squeezed her large breasts into her regular 36D bra, and found her cleavage to be spilling out of the now far tighter undergarment.  It seemed to dig into her back as her voluptuous bust spilled out the front.  Even when she squeezed it all into a blouse that would have fit her fine the previous week, she found it tight against her body; her breasts filling out the garment much more than she ever could have before.  The fabric seemed to stretch in places that it previously didn't, and the very thought of it seemed to bring Lucy to a state of arousal.  She spent some time walking around her apartment, just loving the feeling of her tight clothes that hugged her delicious new curves.  Even her ass seemed to feel a little fuller.  She simply could not get over how good it felt; like a wish made as a child finally coming true.  When the milk finally came, she had no doubt she would experience complete catharsis.

	She traveled in her small consumer car to the mall, and delighted in the fact that there simply were not any bras available in the size she estimated she would reach by the end of the week.  She would have to special order them online.  The saleswoman spent more than a fair share of time staring enviously at Lucy's breasts.  The attention she received only served to drive her arousal to a pleasurable frenzy.  She had always had large breasts, but now they were so much more.  They were a spectacle, and she couldn't wait until those stares of envy turned into stares of amazement.  When the saleswoman apologized for not having the size bra she needed, Lucy felt excitement.  She was so far beyond the average now, that there was a sense of superiority; she was part of the upper echelon of busts.

	She bought a few larger sized blouses, and a couple dresses, including a pretty yellow sundress and a cocktail dress that she was excited to try out once her breasts reached their 'full growth'.  On the way home she stopped to get a large lunch.  Maybe it was the continued growth, but she simply felt like her appetite had grown along with her bosom.  By the time she got home, she was wet.  Her panties were soaked from all the attention she had received, and she spent the rest of the evening squeezing and pressing her breasts together, delighting in just how sensitive they were before she slid her fingers into herself, fucking and pinching her aching clitoris until she achieved several extremely satisfying orgasms.  It hardly took her long at all to reach her breaking point.  She was surprised.  What normally took her 15-20 minutes seemed to be reached in a matter of a couple of minutes.  She simply couldn't get over just how amazing her new tits felt.  'Tits':  Something about the word seemed appropriate.  Her breasts were far too large to simply call them what they were.  She liked the idea of having full, amazing tits.  Soon they would be full of milk, and ready to be drained.

	The next day, Lucy finally returned to work.  By now her breasts were large, full F-cups that were barely contained in far too small a bra.  It was manageable, but it dug into Lucy's flesh, and caused her cleavage to spill out in a very noticeable way.  She sashayed confidently into her office, and took a seat at her desk outside of Mr. Garret's office.  Her boss arrived shortly after, and stared at her with a look that seemed to be a mixture of shock and desire.

	"Oh! Good morning, Lucy," he began.  "I'm happy that you're back with us."  His eyes only occasionally made contact with hers as he spoke; wholly preoccupied by her new, fuller, rounder breasts.  He shuffled nervously, seemingly unsure of whether or not to make any sort of comment regarding her new additions, before he decided to walk away to his office and close the door behind him.

	Lucy giggled, pleased with how much attention she was receiving.  No one mentioned anything to her about her newly improved assets, but she caught many of the other employees staring at her chest.

	Toward the end of the day, Vincent came by Lucy's desk.  "Good god, the rumors were true!" he chucked as he saw how different she looked.  Lucy turned around sharply to face him, accidentally knocking over a pencil holder on her desk in the process.  Her cubicle seemed slightly tighter and smaller than she recalled it being, and it was taking a little time to get used to the new dimensions of the mounds of soft flesh that hung from her front.

	"Hi Vincent," blushed Lucy, still feeling a deep sense of gratitude to the man who had used a favor to make all of her newfound confidence possible.

	Vincent looked around for a moment, checking to see if anyone was watching before he leaned forward and gripped Lucy's breasts to give them each a firm squeeze.  "Oh wow!" he remarked, grinning.  "I was hoping it would work for you, but they really are incredible."

	Lucy however, gave a short surprised gasp, and felt a warm tingle with Vincent's inappropriate, though somehow welcomed touch.  It was so much more substantial and pleasing than her earlier breast play by herself.  Vincent noticed her delight and gave her one more squeeze before pulling back.

	"Any milk yet?" he asked, hopeful.
	
	Lucy sighed and shook her head.  "I really haven't tried pumping yet.  They're still so sensitive that I'm afraid it might overwhelm me."
	
	Vincent nodded, and leaned in further.  "Yeah, but wasn't that the whole point of this in the first place?  Didn't you want to experience the rush of making your own milk?"

	Lucy nodded.  To be honest, she had been holding back from attempting to pump, because she was fearful that she still wouldn't be able to produce the milk.  The failure of her previous months of stimulation and hard work still weighed on her mind; even as hopeful and exciting as the breast growth had been.

	Vincent reached out and cupped Lucy's cheek, bringing her face to his.  The moment seemed to last for minutes, though in actuality it was only a brief few seconds.  It was strange that out of all her coworkers, Vincent, of all people, was the one spending the most time looking at her face instead of her body.  She was still so warm from Vincent's earlier grope that she didn't mind him touching her face like this.
	
	"Lucy, listen to me," he began, staring deeply into her eyes.  "You're going to go home, and I'm going to follow you to your place.  Once there, I'm going to help you pump milk.  It's been long enough since Neil injected you that you ought to be starting to finally be at a place where you are producing your own fluid now."
	
	Lucy was about to object, but Vincent gave another firm squeeze of her left breast, compelling her to emit a tiny moan.  Between the caress of her cheek and the sudden arousal building up inside her, she couldn't see herself refusing him.  With a deep rubicund blush, she tidied up her desk, logged out of her computer, and grabbed her purse.
	
	Vincent followed her all the way across town to her house.  It was a modest home, a little ways outside of the city towards the warm desert.  They passed a little cactus garden lining the path that led to the front door.  Vincent followed behind Lucy, stealing lascivious glances at her shapely rear and enjoying her newfound sashay that was much improved over her usual practical gait.
	
	"You have a lovely home," he remarked.  "You live here all alone?"
	
	Lucy unlocked the door.  "It was my parents' house.  I've been living here alone since they died."  She set her purse down on the end table close to the front door and led Vincent inside.  The house was slightly messy, and there was a pile of dirty laundry on the floor, including a good number of badly soiled panties, clearly worn by a woman who had been enjoying herself.
	
	Lucy realized that she had forgotten to tidy up, and blushed embarrassedly as she scrambled to pick up the messy room.  Meanwhile, Vincent invited himself to sit on the couch and kick his feet up onto the coffee table while he waited for Lucy to finish.

	"I'm surprised you don't have a roommate," he commented, enjoying watching Lucy jiggle and bounce as she dashed around cleaning.  "I bet it's expensive keeping this place."
	
	"I've been trying to find a roommate for months, but no one wants to live all the way out here, or have to pay so much in rent, so I haven't had any luck," explained Lucy, bringing a beer to Vincent who gratefully accepted it.  He took a moment to examine her.  The blouse she wore was so tight now, and the cleavage so deep that he could practically spot the edge of her large brown areola peeking out from the edge of the neckline of the blouse.  He had no doubt that Lucy must have been slowly growing even throughout the work day.
	
	Vincent offered her a seat, petting the couch next to himself.  Lucy sat down, breathing a little heavy from her recent whirlwind of activity.

	"I've always liked the desert," commented Vincent.  "I still often drive out here to the outskirts in order to see the stars.  You're very lucky to live here."
	
	"It's lonely," Lucy said quietly.  There was a long moment during which neither of them said anything.

	Wanting to break the silence, Vincent clapped his hands together and changed the subject.  "All right, so let's go get your pump and get this experiment started."
	
	Lucy went to the other room to retrieve her pump.  When she returned to the living room, Vincent had already pulled the coffee table away from the couch to give them more room.  Lucy sat down nervously, as Vincent began to remove her blouse and a strained bra that snapped off as soon as he unhooked it, revealing deep red impressions in her skin where the bra had been far too tight.
	
	Lucy timidly spoke, "I've got bigger ones on order.  They haven't come yet."

	Vincent nodded, but his attention was focused on her gigantic, full breasts.  They were already substantially larger than when he had seen them last, and he couldn't resist touching them giving them a firm satisfying squeeze which sent Lucy reeling with a deep throaty moan.
	
	"They really are sensitive," smiled Vincent as he adjusted the pump to slide over Lucy's nipples and turned it on.  The vacuum suction began as the pump motor kicked on.
	
	Lucy gave out a squeal and began panting heavily, unable to process the feeling of the pump suction on her extra sensitive breasts.  The entire process sent her body burning with a deep throbbing arousal and started her hands shaking.  Vincent watched her carefully, finding himself growing aroused at the sight of her twitching with pleasure over the simple act of being stimulated by a pump.  This continued for a few minutes, when suddenly the pump reservoir began to fill slightly as whitish fluid began to be coaxed out of her thick puffy nipples and areolas.
	
	"Lucy, look!" pointed out Vincent.  Lucy had to snap herself out of the ride of pleasure to focus enough to even see the pump reservoir slowly filling.  The instant she realized what was happening, her body shuddered and shook with an earth shattering orgasm that caused her to cry out.  Vincent held the pump against her, and reached up with his free hand to caress his hand through Lucy's hair, comforting her as she continued to ride the orgasm to its end.  Ten minutes later the reservoir jar of Lucy's milk was nearly full, and Lucy was practically in a daze from the intensity of the experience.  She drowsily reached out to Vincent and attempted to touch his face back, but had difficulty keeping her arm steady, and ended up slapping her hand against his nose and eyes.

	Vincent smirked and removed the pump, watching the light dribble of milk still squirting from her breasts for a few moments as they continued to flow.  He took the jar, sealed it, and placed it in the fridge, leaving Lucy to sit back on the couch, dripping and dazed by her first milking.
	
	"Congratulations, sweet Lucy.  You've finally managed it," he whispered, as he eased a pillow behind Lucy's head, and gave her a kiss on the forehead before she fell into a deep, relaxed sleep.
	
	

Chapter 4