The "Cure" By Athseef Chapter 1: Prologue Jenny jumped out of the shower, and almost lost her footing on the tile floor. She was running a little late for a doctor's appointment after accidentally sleeping in. The sound of her alarm had become absorbed into the background of her dreams as far as she could tell. All she could remember was wondering where that music was coming from in her courtroom, searching for the source for what seemed like an eternity, and finally lurching awake to the sound of the grand old classic "More than a Feeling" by Boston, 30 minutes after the prescribed time. It always seemed to affect her when she woke up and then went back to sleep, as she had done when her husband had left for work that morning. It made her dreams somehow more intense the second time around. Alan had gotten up for work at 7, but as she had a doctor's appointment that didn't start until 10 AM that day, she had drifted back to sleep once he left for work at 7:45. When she finally woke at 9:30, she hurried to the shower and did a quick scrub just to knock the sleep off. As she was caught her balance, she also caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom wall. "I need to get back to the gym" she thought, as she could tell she was gaining a little more weight than she wanted. She had been eating a little too well lately, after her recent marriage and honeymoon. It was still a little bit like a dream that she was married. At the age of 32, she had been too dedicated to her profession for years to seriously consider a relationship. Being an immigration lawyer who specialized in asylum cases was a rewarding job, but in the earlier years she had probably jumped in a little too hard, to the detriment of her social life. She had met her now husband Alan online and purely by chance several years prior. What was originally just a chat-buddy relationship slowly but surely grew into something more. Alan was older at 41, and worked for the US government in a tech field. He wasn’t at liberty to say too much about it, so she didn't ask too many questions about it. He always said it would bore her to death anyway, but she wasn’t entirely sure she believed that. She had been surprised to find he had no children from previous relationships, as it seemed most of the true nice guys were already taken at her age. For his part, Alan said that he had always had this gut feeling that he would know when he met the right girl, and aside from the occasional casual fling, he had never really been in a relationship. Jenny knew that Alan was also shy around women, especially those he found attractive. His shyness, when coupled with the somewhat transient life he had lived when he had been a member of the US Air Force, meant that he had never really had a meaningful relationship. He said he had never actually been in love prior to meeting Jenny, and she believed him. It was probably a good thing for them both that they had met by chance and become fast friends without the trappings of dating and all its pressures, as neither of them tended to do well in that type of situation. As she gave herself a quick look over in the mirror, Jenny didn't really like what she was seeing. She was looking slightly pudgy in her mind, although the truth was closer to 1950's pinup than anything else. It seemed like her breasts had plumped up a little with all of her eating, and yet retained their normal perkiness, and her midriff was looking a little puffy. Normally Jenny worked just as hard at maintaining her fitness as she had worked at her job, and her 5'10", normally 145lb frame showed the classic athletic V shape through her shoulders and back as evidence of all her work. Likewise, her legs were toned and powerful, but she had always been careful not to go too overboard on the workouts and get too muscular. To her frustration, no matter how toned the rest of her became, she never seemed to be able to lose any weight off her boobs. She had hoped that she could manage their size a little when she first started exercising, but it was not to be. Doctors told her that her breasts were extraordinarily dense and composed almost entirely of mammary gland tissue rather than fat, which is why she couldn’t lose them easily. This complicated things like Mammograms, as they simply refused to cooperate with that damned flattening contraption and it made getting a clear mammogram picture a challenge. So, there they sat, proud and high, her large, slightly conical areola darkened just a little bit from their normal dusky hue due to the heat of the shower, and her large and prominent nipples proudly jutting out at a slightly upward and outward angle. Her dark hazel/green eyes stared back at her from behind her slightly freckled cheeks, framed by her dark hair. Her eyes were probably her most unique feature, and often drew comments from people on first meeting her. They were green, but not a normal green, It was a very pale green, with a light brown around the pupil and a dark rim around the edge of the iris. They were a gift from the Persian part of her heritage. Jenny was 1/4 Persian on her mother's side, the other half being irish, while her father had been Russian with a little Scottish mixed in for good measure. This mish-mash of DNA left her with skin and hair reminiscent of the Persian side of her heritage, pale but with a slightly darker tinge to her lips and other delicate bits, and those slightly incongruous light freckles. She had inherited slavic cheekbones from her father, coupled with an exotic look to her eyes that belied her Persian heritage.. Her hair was a very dark reddish brown which typically looked black except in sunlight, long enough to touch the bottom of her shoulderblades, and very straight. Through the body She was high hipped, with very long legs and what was normally a pleasantly rounded, muscular ass, now it looked slightly softer, and a good deal larger than usual. Her ass had become her favorite feature as she got older, as she had worked hard for it and her sculpted legs since her mid-twenties metabolism shift. During what she referred to as her "beanpole years" in highschool and college, it seemed she never had an ass no matter how much she ate. Her legs, arms, and butt were all extremely thin, and she always had protruding hip bones from her slightly wide hips. She had been very happy when she finally filled out a little. Right now, she looked a little plumper than normal, maybe up to 155 lbs or so she guessed, but she was afraid to step on the scale until she had behaved for a few days. She planned to settled back into a healthy routine as she adjusted to her new married life. She did have a tendency towards the obsessive about her fitness at times, and looking herself over in the mirror now, she had to admit she didn't actually look bad. Her normally very toned physique had simply softened a little, with a slight layer of fat covering her still firm musculature. Still, she resolved to get back to her normal workout routine as soon as possible, lest things get out of hand. Alan liked to say that everything about her was either pert or toned. The large breasts had always felt slightly out of place to Jenny, especially during her beanpole years. Now they fit the pert theme despite their size, due to their firmness and the fact that they felt less out of place on her now slightly thicker body, even if they were even bigger than before. Suddenly, Jenny realized how long she had been looking at herself in the mirror, which was unusual. It was just rather shocking to see how she actually looked. She’d never had a full length mirror in her bathroom before, so seeing her entire naked body was still somewhat new to her. As she normally paid little attention to the mirror, the change in her body was accentuated and took her slightly off-guard. She had always had little interest in makeup, hair, etc. So the mirror generally played a small role in her life. She was thankful to have been blessed with a clear complexion and straight hair that needed little more than pulled into a businesslike bun with a couple chopsticks or a ponytail to be ready for work, as she had little patience for the more girly things in life. She had always been a tomboy, more interested in race cars and sports than dolls or dress up. In later life, she had taken to the autocross scene, as it afforded a way to be competitive without the complication of her unruly breasts. At least in the car nobody could see if her breasts were bouncing around. Prior to puberty, she had been an avid basketball player. Once puberty arrived, that became an embarrassingly bouncy affair which made her very self-conscious, not to mention it was slightly painful, even with a sports bra.. It also didn't help much that she had grown over a foot in one year and towered over all of the other children in her 5th grade class at 5'10 and 95 lbs. Initially this height came with an athletic awkwardness as she grew into her new frame, where before she had always been a good athlete. For a time, Jenny felt like a freak, and a part of that had always stuck with her in later life. She had been worried that she was going to grow up to be a giant and end up in the carnivals, but thankfully that growth spurt was the end of her height gains. Her breasts fill in over the next year or so, and finally settled at a DD cup size, which looked gargantuan on her otherwise tiny frame. As a result of her abnormal stature and the way it made her feel, Jenny withdrew into a bit of a shell. She started focusing on schoolwork in order to avoid unwanted attention from classmates. She had always been a gifted student, and that became an outlet. That sense of refuge in work had stuck with her from that point on, through the awkward years of high school where she felt like a gawky beanpole with boobs. She was always suspect of any attention boys gave her, especially after an early encounter with a boy who pretended to be interested in everything she did, right up to the point when she pulled away from an attempt to cop a feel. Then his true self was revealed of course, and it left Jenny very standoffish and defensive around men, especially those who showed interest in her. When college came she became obsessed with the dream of helping others who faced adversity like her Persian Grandmother had as a non-muslim in a very intolerant country like her native Iran, and found she had little time for anything else. Finally when she was around 25 and working in her first practice, Jenny’s metabolism changed and she started to gain a little weight, although she was unhappy that it seemed to go especially strongly to her breasts, as that was the last place she felt she needed extra padding. She went from a 28DD to a 32H bra in the space of about a year. After initially gaining slightly too much cushioning for her tastes and going upwards of 170lbs, she found working out to be a pleasant distraction, and bought an exercise machine to use at home, as public gyms made her uncomfortable. She learned how to eat well, worked out nearly every day, and her body settled into a nicely toned 145 lbs norm, but her breasts never seemed to lose much if any of their size no matter what she did and stubbornly stayed at a G cup. She was always self conscious about their size, and when in public she usually dressed to minimize them. The exception to that was a preference for comfortable clothes when at home and when not expecting to have much interaction with other people, such as when running to the store. This discomfort with her body and standoffishness around men continued until she met Alan. He somehow enabled her to be more comfortable with herself, and she become more assertive and playful around him than she had ever been in any of her past relationships, none of which had made it far due to her work, and the fact that none of them felt right. Something about Alan just made her forget her hangups, as he was self-deprecating in a way that disarmed her and made her feel at ease with herself. He seemed to be perfectly fine with his own body, slight beer gut, balding head, pasty Scottish skin, and all, although he did complain about his sensitivity to the sun at times. He was constantly cracking jokes at his own expense, and somehow that made her feel at ease with herself as well. He also was genuinely interested in the subjects that she was passionate about, and able to converse about a multitude of subjects in a thoughtful and engaging manner. If he didn't know about something, he was a willing student rather than a pretender, although he was also a challenging student due to the fact he often asked questions that Jenny had simply never thought to ask herself. If he did know a subject and she didn't, he was a capable and empowering teacher, which she supposed made sense given that both of his parents were retired teachers. They just fit well together, and their small private marriage had felt like the most correct thing she had done in her life. Jenny snapped out of her revere, suddenly remembering that she was late for a doctor's appointment. She pulled up her hair and put on a no nonsense sports bra to minimize the profile of her breasts. Then came some cotton panties, and a black track-suit style sweatsuit with white stripes. Then she grabbed her sneakers and her trusty Boston Red Sox hat and headed to the door. Before she headed out, she paused to say hello to Abby as she rubbed up against her leg in greetings. The little black and white cat had been Alan's, but had been a welcome addition to their new joint household. She was a stray that friends of his had picked up and then couldn't care for due to a clash of personalities with their own cat, so Alan had taken her in when he lived alone. Abby purred pleasantly, and Jenny told her to be a good girl as she headed out to the garage. Her black E46 BMW M3 was waiting for her. No matter how many times she sat behind the wheel, it never failed to bring her pleasure. She had worked for years on this car, dialing in all the settings, getting just the right pairing of components to make the whole thing feel like one solid, lithe, athletic, beast of a thing. She loved going to the autocross and showing all the boys how it was done, and the only times she had lost her class in the last couple years were due to part failures. The car barked to life, she slotted the lever into reverse and backed out of the garage, then headed down the road towards town and the doctor's office. As she cruised down the country road into town, Jenny's thoughts were in the future. She and Alan had begun planning for their first child, which was the impetus behind this doctor's appointment. She thought about how Alan would be with their child. He claimed to be nervous about it, as he didn't really have any experience with children to speak of, but Jenny just knew he would be fine. Alan was always nervous about new things, but once they arrived he had always taken to them like a duck to water. If he was as nervous as he claimed, it didn't show on the exterior. The exception to that had been their first date in real life. When she took his hand for the first time, she could feel how tense and nervous he was. Somehow this was comforting to her, as she felt the same. Their courtship had been unusual, as they talked online for almost two years before meeting in person due to distance and money concerns. The first date had been in the face of a huge buildup of tensions, both personal and sexual, as they had explored each other through webcams, etc. They lived thousands of miles apart, her in the Seattle area and he in rural Maryland north of Baltimore. They met several times in person after that first meeting, at first in "neutral locations", so that neither would be forced to come to the other's environment and they could both feel equally uneasy, then coming to each other's apartments a few times. Eventually, she received a job offer in Washington DC, and took it. Her parents had divorced when she was young, and her Mother had passed away during her college years. Her father was somewhat distant, both physically and mentally. As a result, she did not feel she had much tying her to her hometown anymore, while Alan still had a large and closely knit family back in his home area in Pennsylvania which was not that far from his residence in Maryland. She rented an apartment just south of Baltimore, and after a year of seeing each other more and more frequently, Alan proposed and she gladly accepted. She had never been so happy, having been welcomed into his family with open arms in a way she didn't know was possible. Suddenly, Jenny became aware of something out of the corner of her eye. An oncoming car had drifted into her lane, a quick look revealed the driver, a young female, was looking down at her phone. Desperately, Jenny tried to move out of the way, but it was too late, and there was nowhere to go. The world seemed to go into slow motion, and Jenny was aware of the two cars impacting each other. It felt oddly distant, like heavy artillery over the horizon somewhere. The airbag started to deploy, and she watched as it inflated in a slow-motion film, cartoonish sort of way. Suddenly, there was a rush of motion as she was slammed into the airbag with all of the force of the two car's combined velocity, and then everything went black..................... Jenny became aware of sounds and motion happening around her, but it all seemed distant, as if filtered through a swimming pool's worth of water. She heard a slow motion voice saying something about needing to perform an emergency procedure, then she faded back into the darkness as a muffling feeling fell over her face. Again Jenny became aware of sounds. This time it was Alan's voice, he was speaking to her, obviously emotional, telling her that everything was ok, that she would be alright once this passed and everything would be back to normal. She struggled to open her eyes, but it seemed a lead weight was on each eyelid. She tried to lift her arm to her face, but nothing happened. she realised that Alan was holding her right hand in his, squeezing reassuringly, but she couldn't squeeze back. Again she faded back to darkness. To Jenny, it felt like this scene repeated hundreds of times. Each time she woke, Alan was holding her hand and talking to her. Telling her that it would be alright. Most times, it would end with his lips on her forehead, and the words "I love you so much", whispered in her ear. Sometimes she could feel his tears fall on her face, always immediately wiped away with a warm rag. Occasionally she knew his family was there in his place, but most of the time it was Alan and only him. Chapter 2: Back Into the Light. Suddenly, Jenny became aware of an overpoweringly bright light. She blinked, and eventually started to be able to focus. Eventually it became clear that it was an overhead fluorescent light, set in a white ceiling. After a moment, she realised that she could turn her head, and immediately to her right, she found Alan. He was asleep in a chair, a blanket over his legs, and he was snoring loudly as his head dangled at an odd angle. He looked tired, drawn. It seemed as though he must have lost a lot of weight. Suddenly, she coughed, and the noise startled Alan awake. His blue eyes locked on hers, and he looked as if he had seen a ghost. For a long moment, she could feel a huge rush of emotions boiling through those blue eyes of his. Relief, joy, and finally an overwhelming, tearful sense of gratitude. He seemed to leap from the chair without even standing up first, and there he was at her side, hugging her close, crying with joy. Over the next few hours, Alan and a doctor named Mark, explained what had happened in the past 2 months. Jenny had experienced a severe concussion in the crash, which had been bad enough that doctors were forced to place her in an induced coma in order to curtail serious swelling of her brain. Jenny felt tired, and sluggish, but otherwise not too bad. Doctors explained that they had not expected her coma to last so long, and that it was a mystery as to why she had remained comatose even after they attempted to bring her out of it a few days after the accident. As far as scans could show, everything in her brain appeared normal, and they were hopeful that there would be very little brain damage or memory loss. The next few days consisted mostly of tests. Doctors were surprised to find Jenny showed little sign of memory loss, and was not suffering headaches. Once she was back on solid food, she seemed to come alive, and within three days was walking around normally. The doctors tests found some slightly unusual results in her endocrine readings, and noted that she may need to take a hormonal supplement in order to balance things out, but they would need to wait until she was back to a more normal weight and diet before they would know for sure if that was permanent. Finally the doctors had seen enough, and decided it was time for Jenny to go home. She had lost about 40 lbs, but otherwise felt mostly unscathed from the accident and subsequent coma, other than a slight sense of lethargy that she attributed to her weight loss. Doctors declared it a miracle, and sent her on her way home. The car ride home with Alan was almost indescribably surreal. She felt like she would wake at any moment and be back in the hospital bed, but soon they arrived home at their modest country home, which was absolutely decked out with welcome home signs from family and loved ones. A few of Alan's family were there to welcome them, but they quickly excused themselves in order to give Jenny some rest and let the two of them be alone for the first time in ages. That night the two of them simply lay on the couch, she leaning into his chest, and talked about everything that had happened. Jenny wished that they could make love, but her body simply wasn't ready yet and Alan seemed to intuitively understand that. They fell asleep in each other's arms, happier than any two humans have a right to be. Chapter 3: Return of the Beanpole. 2 Weeks post wakeup: Jenny steps out of the shower, and catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror again. What she sees is slightly depressing. After 2 weeks of trying to regain her strength, she has only regained about 10 lbs, which put her at just over 115. She felt like she was staring at her former self, with the exception that her breasts seemed to have missed the memo on going back to "beanpole" mode. They were as large, firm, and perky as ever, which seemed out of place on her otherwise somewhat gaunt looking frame. Doctors had expected she would gain weight more quickly, but she seemed to have almost no appetite. The new refrigerator was stuffed with items that friends and family kept bringing by, but even the thought of eating seemed to make Jenny almost feel ill. She was staying home and relaxing, while this Monday was the first day Alan had gone back to work after staying home with her and doting over her for these past two weeks. He was obviously concerned, but he took it well when she suggested he head back to work this week. She just needed a little time to herself. She knew Alan meant well in looking after her, but she honestly didn't feel there was anything he could do anymore to help other than being the man she knew and loved as normal, and normal meant getting back to work. Jenny had taken a new job closer to Alan's work place just before they bought their new house, and had been scheduled to start work a little over a week after the date when her accident took place. When she woke, her new boss had called and told her to take all the time she needed to recover, and to let them know when she felt up to returning. They also offered her a consulting position that would be mostly telework, if that were a better option for the time being. The problem was that try as she might, Jenny's energy just was not returning as she had hoped. She had a doctor's appointment today for follow up, and she planned to talk to the doc about it and get his advice. Alan had volunteered to drive Jenny in to the appointment, sensing that the drive might stir some emotions, but Jenny knew she needed to tackle this herself in order to move on. After dressing in her usual relaxed wear of a black tracksuit as before, she got her sneakers and her new Boston Red Sox hat and headed to the garage to leave. She thought about how she missed her old broken-in hat, and then when she got to the garage, she thought about how much she missed her old M3. The dowdy rental Toyota that sat in it's place was a reminder that she needed to start looking for a replacement. Alan had volunteered to let her drive his car, but that didn’t feel fair to Jenny so she had declined the offer. After a slightly nervous, but completely uneventful drive to the hospital, she sat in the waiting room and was finally admitted to see the doctor. They checked her weight and vitals, then the doctor came to see her. Mostly, they simply talked about how she felt, with the doctor asking question about her mood, appetite, energy levels, etc. He seemed slightly concerned at her responses, and suggested they give it a few more weeks to see how things progressed. These things sometimes take time he said, but made sure to let her know that if she had any questions, she was welcome to call. He also asked that she get bloodwork drawn a few days before her next visit, so that he might have a better idea what is going on. 1 Month post wakeup: Jenny sat in the doctors office, waiting for him to arrive. She had been trying everything she could think of to gain weight, but the scales had registered a 3 pound weight loss since her last visit, and if anything, she felt even worse than before. After what seemed like an hour of staring at wall posters aimed at educating kids on the complexities of colds and viruses, Doctor Mark arrived. He greeted Jenny warmly, but she could tell there was something on his mind. In his hand, he had a chart, and when he opened it up the concern in his face became more real. It was her blood work results, and he explained that he was concerned that Jenny's pituitary gland may not be functioning correctly. Her blood work showed very low levels on several crucial hormones. Doctor Mark explained that given their proximity to Johns Hopkins medical center, he wanted Jenny to visit an endocrinologist there, as he could not offer her the best care available for this condition. He wished her well, told her to call with any questions, and then lead Jenny to talk to the appointment nurses who helped her make an appointment with the specialist. Unfortunately, this would be another 4 weeks away, but Jenny felt that whatever needed to be done to help her feel better was worth the wait. 2 months post wakeup. Jenny looked over to Alan, and was glad she had relented this time. He had insisted on taking time off from work to come to her appointment with the specialist. Alan had wanted to do so each time she went to the doctor, but initially Jenny had asked him not to come, and he honored her wishes. This time, there was no dissuading him. Jenny had continued losing weight, and was now down to just over 100 lbs. At this point, Alan was very concerned, and so was Jenny. She simply had very little energy, tending to sleep nearly 16 hours per day which was very much unlike her. She was also getting an extremely abnormal amount of soreness following any amount of physical exertion. A couple weeks ago she had tried a light workout, hoping that maybe the activity would snap her system out of it's funk. She hadn't made it 1/10th of the way through her old routine, at less than half the weight, before she was completely gassed out. The next few days brought intense, mind-numbingly bad soreness. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. As her weight continued to drop, even her breasts had finally started showing the effects. They had started to sag, as if the connecting tissues that held them up were losing their elasticity. It didn’t make sense to her why her breasts held on so stubbornly, and she made a note to ask the doc about it. She truly was worried about her health, and so was Alan. The specialist finally arrived. He was a fit looking man in his fifties with a neatly trimmed gray beard and a warm smile. His name was Dr. Flanagan, but he insisted they call him by his first name, which was John. He wasted no time in getting to the nitty gritty. He explained that the scans they had performed, as well as the blood work, lead him to believe that Jenny's Pituitary was physically intact, but had somehow gone into a state of severely reduced activity. He said it was almost like hibernation, and that there had only ever been a few similar cases reported in the history of medicine. Then he started on the prognosis. He said that the survivability is very good, but hormone management would be needed and can be rather life intrusive, as it involves a lot of blood testing in order to get things right, and even once that is accomplished, hormone levels will not always match any new situation which arrives. He explained that sex can be troublesome, as well as managing your body temperature and some other situations. After he was done explaining, he asked if they had any questions about what was happening. After a long moment of thinking, Jenny looked at Alan and finally spoke up. "What about having children?" she said. A pained expression came over Dr. John's face. He hadn't thought about this question yet, and it was obvious he was reluctant to have to deliver the bad news. "it may be possible, but the risk of miscarriage would be extremely high I am afraid. There would also be a very strong chance of birth defects. I am so sorry". The pain in delivering this news was written all over his face. After answering several more questions from both Jenny and Alan, Dr. John laid out his suggestions for how to proceed. He wanted to get a more in depth look at Jenny's hormone levels over time. He wanted to take 2 weeks, and conduct extensive blood testing at numerous times of the day and night. In order to do so without having to constantly stick Jenny's arms, he said that an IV would need to be installed to ease the process. Alan was then given instruction on how to extract the samples and store them, a log needed to be kept indicating the time of day, temperatures of both patient and ambient air, etc. It was all very detailed, and designed to help the doctor calculate the correct dosage of each hormone required. After she started on the hormone regimen, it would then need to be adjusted from those starting dosages in order to find the ideal balance, or at least as close as they could get to that. "It will be Okay, Angel". Jenny snapped out of her thoughts and realised it was Alan that had uttered these words, using a pet name he favored. He was driving her home, and he could feel that she was worried. "we will get through this" he continued, as he reached out and took her hand. His hands felt so warm these days, a side effect of the fact that her body temperature was running several degrees lower than normal. Somehow the heat was comforting. She simply squeezed his hand back, and tried not to cry. Over the next ten days, Jenny and Alan diligently took the required blood samples. Alan took time off work again so that he could be there 24/7, and was the best friend to Jenny that she could have asked for. He gave her space, but yet was always a step away when she needed him. He was asleep at the moment, exhausted from the constant schedule of blood samples. He had learned how to take the samples without waking her if she was sleeping, and now was the rare time when she was awake, but he was asleep. Jenny realized that this couldn't be easy for him either, and she truly appreciated how caring and thoughtful he had been throughout this whole affair. She resolved to make sure she thanked him properly when things calmed down. The new reality of life was starting to set in for her mentally, but still felt like some kind of bad dream. The phone rang, and she was tempted to allow it to go to voicemail rather than get up off the couch. "I'll get it" came a half asleep mumble from down the hall, as Alan woke up. "no no, I've got it, you get some sleep" Jenny called back and went to get the phone. When she answered, she was somewhat surprised to hear the voice of Dr. John on the other end. He greeted her, and said that he was sorry to call at such an early hour, but he had just read something in a medical journal that he couldn't ignore. He asked if she and Alan could come in for a visit tomorrow to discuss a possible alternative therapy that had the potential to offer a much better long term life, possibly even a return to the normal life she had known before. Jenny agreed, and started to ask a question when Dr. John stopped her. "my sincere apologies, but I have a patient waiting and I really should go" He said. "I would love to tell you more, and I will tomorrow, I promise. For now, I wish you a wonderful day, Ma'am, and look forward to seeing you tomorrow". The next day, Jenny and Alan were at Dr. John's office bright and early, and he was there waiting for them when they arrived. He seemed excited and enthusiastically launched into an explanation of this new treatment. "Basically, this new treatment is like a jumpstart for the entire endocrine system. It's essentially a very potent cocktail of hormones, similar to an event that happens in the womb during the genesis of life. It has been proven effective with very few side effects in animal testing, and is scheduled to begin human testing in less than 2 weeks. It was initially envisioned as a way to restart the Thyroid in cases of hypothyroidism, but during testing they also discovered that it works with the pituitary as well. It's basically an endocrine system reset button. The only observed side effect in animal testing has been increased reproductive success, leading some to believe that it may also be an effective treatment for fertility as well. It's a very exciting treatment, that offers a complete cure. The initial dosage will most likely be a bit of a wild ride, but once it's over you should never need another in your lifetime. And to top it all off, the team that came up with the idea works right here at Johns Hopkins, so you won’t even need to travel. It will be an outpatient procedure, taking no more than a few minutes. In fact, it’s delivered via a simple IV transfusion. They would then hold you for observation for a few hours, and you could go right home and sleep in your own bed that night." Dr. John was beaming. He truly felt that this was the right path, and it showed through in his demeanor. "If you would like me to submit you as a potential trial patient, I would be honored to do so" he said. "I think you are a near ideal candidate for this trial, and of course all of the costs of the treatment would be covered. There would be a slight burden of more testing, but it would not be nearly as intrusive as what you have already experienced. You have a couple days to consider it, and of course you are welcome to ask any questions you may have" Jenny and Alan both had quite a few questions, and Dr. John was able to answer them all in a satisfactory manner. When they left, Jenny was very quiet on the car ride home. Alan could tell she was deep in thought. The next morning, Jenny woke up late, and struggled to get out of bed. Her whole body felt as if it were screaming out for nourishment, as if the very fibers of her being were falling apart. She walked into the bathroom, and stared at herself in the floor length mirror for what seemed like the hundredth time this week. She looked almost like an Auschwitz survivor now, all skin and bones. Only her breasts still showed any semblance of life, and even they looked sickly. In that moment, she resolved that she was going to try the treatment. She and Alan had discussed it at length the night before. In the end, Alan simply told her that it was her choice, and that he would support whichever decision she made. She asked if she could have the day to think about it, and he agreed. All it really took was one last look in the mirror, and the feeling in her bones, and she was sure. Alan had gone out for a drive to give her time to think, so she called him and asked him to come home. 20 minutes later, his little while 135i pulled into the garage, and he stepped into the kitchen. "I want to try the new treatment" she said. "Okay, Angel" was his simple reply, followed by a warm hug, and a kiss on the forehead. Chapter 4: The procedure As she sat in the doctor’s office, Jenny was acutely aware of of her husband’s concern. Alan was sitting next to her, and she could tell by the ever so slight tremble in his hand that he was nervous. She was too. The past few days had been a bit of a whirlwind of paperwork and questionnaires, but here they finally were, sitting in rather nondescript doctor’s office waiting for a procedure that would hopefully change their lives for the better. After what seemed an age, the doctors finally arrived. Dr. Flanagan was there, as well as the lead research Doctor, a young woman by the name of Dr. Elizabeth Andrews. Dr. Andrews was about 40, primly dressed and pleasant to talk to. She was not at all what you might expect a research scientist to look like or talk like, but it was her life’s passion. She had already talked extensively with Jenny and Alan about the procedure, and they felt at ease with her. After the normal hello’s and handshakes, Dr Andrews broke the ice. “Well, I think we are ready to go here. Would you like to proceed, Jenny?” Yes was the reply, and then Dr. Andrews asked if there were any final questions before they went ahead. The answer was no, so they started prepping Jenny for the treatment. Prep was simple enough, just like giving a blood sample, the needle with a fitting was inserted, two IV bags came out of a refrigerator, one was hooked up, and and they were ready to go. The only complication to the whole procedure had been finding a vein, as Jenny’s veins were practically collapsed by this point, like those of elderly patients. Dr. Andrews clenched Jenny’s left hand reassuringly, while Alan sat and held her free right hand. “This will feel a little cold due to the fact it’s been in the refrigerator, and we are not quite sure how you will feel when the treatment begin to take effect. You are our first human subject, but we have several more coming later today. I suspect it will be an intense feeling, but I have no way of knowing for sure as you can’t ask animal’s how they are feeling, unfortunately. Okay, I need to stop rambling on and get on with this, don’t you think?” Jenny looked at Alan for validation, then nodded. “Let’s do it” she said, and squeezed Alan’s hand tight. Dr. Andrews set about connecting the first IV, and soon enough the cloudy solution began flowing. The first feeling Jenny got was the aforementioned feeling of cold working it’s way up her arm. It felt almost like someone was pouring invisible ice water on her skin, but was not unpleasant. Then in a flash, it hit her like a tsunami. Her pupils dilated, she got tremendous goosebumps, and an overwhelming body rush overtook her senses. It felt like all of her senses had been turned up to 50 out of a normal 10. Her hair felt like it was literally standing on end, and it seemed she could feel every single cell in her body screaming simultaneously. She flushed, and her body temperature climbed markedly. She could hear someone asking her if she was ok, but it seemed like they were distant, their voice drowned out by all of the noise in her head. The wave just kept coming though, like a tsunami rising inexorably toward the top of a seawall. It felt like time had slowed down. It occurred to Jenny that she might be actually feeling every single nerve ending in her body sing at the same time, and as a result, her brain couldn’t handle it all in real time. It felt as if she could feel every nerve impulse radiate from its source all of the way up the nerves and back to her brain in slow motion. The feeling was concentrated most strongly in her mouth, hands, and nethers. It felt like her body had somehow morphed cartoonishly into a giant mouth with hands and a pussy attached. When she concentrated, she could still feel all of the other areas of her body. Her breasts were also strongly amplified in her perception, just not to the degree of the others. Finally, all of this feeling just seemed to overwhelm Jenny’s brain, and for what felt like a lifetime everything went a swirling, buzzing, flashing, white. It felt like there was a blizzard inside her brain, but instead of being cold, it was warm and pleasant. It was by far the best feeling Jenny had ever experienced, and then slowly, it faded. Jenny’s eyes flashed open, and she felt like she was having deja vu. There was that familiar fluorescent light over her head, and she realised she was laying down in a hospital bed. She looked to her right, and there was Alan, asleep in a chair again. This time he didn’t look nearly so haggard though, just tired. Jenny started taking stock of herself, and realized she was hot. Actually, she was drenched in sweat, overheating kind of hot. She threw the blanket off to alleviate some of the heat, and immediately felt a little better. The noise woke Alan, and he was at her bedside in a heartbeat, just like before, giving her a huge hug. Oddly, he felt cold, as if he had been outside on a cold day, but Jenny didn’t care. “How do you feel?” can a hurried question. “well, I feel like I’m about to meltdown, but otherwise I actually feel ok” Jenny replied. “oh, I am hungry as hell though”. “Let me get the nurse and see if they can bring some food” Alan replied. Then he seemed to think better of it and changed tactics. “Actually, screw that, I’m just pushing the button”. He pressed a small button on the wall, then was immediately back at Jenny’s side. “That must have been some kind of experience” he said. “You passed out after a few minutes and they couldn’t wake you. You have been asleep for about 6 hours now.” “I thought Dr. Andrews was going to have a heart attack. Do you remember what happened at all?”. “I just remember this huge rushing feeling, like a tidal wave” said Jenny. “Then I woke up here. It was actually an awesome feeling, like an existential orgasm”. “Funny you should mention orgasm, Angel” Alan said with a chuckle. “You had one right there in the office. Actually, it was more like 20” I don’t think the doctors expected that” he said with a sheepish smile. “Oh god, you’re kidding aren’t you?” Jenny replied, her hand over her mouth in embarrassment. “Nope. You looked like some sort of porno version of The Exorcist, babe” Alan chuckled. “You must have orgasmed for about 3 minutes straight, then just passed out. The exam table was absolutely soaked. Oh, and you damn near broke my hand”. Your grip was like the freaking jaws of life”. Jenny flushed, slightly embarrassed, but Alan reassured her that everything was ok. A moment later the nurse arrived, and said that she would have to speak to the doctor about food. She ran off to go call them, and Jenny started to realize just how hungry she really was. She wasn’t just hungry, she was ravenous. Starved for weeks kind of ravenous. Alan got her a glass of water, which she downed in about 2 seconds flat. “More please”, she asked, and he brought another glass, which she again drained immediately. She felt like those two glasses of water had gone into a bathtub, and she needed to fill the whole tub to feel full. Screw this, she thought. It’s going to take forever this way. To Alan’s surprise, she hopped up out of the bed and padded over to the bathroom. There she took the glass and refilled it multiple times, downing each glass just as quickly as the last. After about 8 more glasses, she finally started to feel somewhat full, and stopped. “my god was I thirsty” she said to, Alan. “That might be the understatement of the century” he replied. “I would not have thought that was humanly possible”. “Well, I feel a little better now, but I am still hungry. Hopefully the nurse gets ahold of the doctor soon”. No sooner than those words came out of her mouth, Dr. Andrews knocked on the door. “how are you feeling, Jenny? I’m so sorry about the side effects, I had no idea it would be this strong”. “I’m ok Doc, I’m just really hungry and thirsty and would probably literally kill for a Pizza right now. I just drank about 10 glasses of water, and I feel like I could drink more. Also, I feel really hot.” “Well, I guess all of that makes perfect sense” Dr. Andrews replied. Your body has been deprived of some key nutrients for a long time, and your metabolism was just completely restarted so your body is trying to get back to normal as quickly as possible. We saw this a little with the animal testing. They ate a whole lot of food after the cocktail, but after a few days they returned to normal. I would try to stick with healthy foods as much as possible, but your body knows best what it needs, so if you have a craving, don’t feel too bad about indulging it for the next few days.” Chapter 5: Happy Results. After a little more talk about the day’s events, what to expect, etc, it was finally decided that it was ok for Jenny to go home. She still had a craving for Pizza, so they stopped at a small Italian place of the way home and got a large pepperoni for takeout. Jenny couldn’t resist, and started into the Pizza in the car on the way home. She was burning her mouth a little, but honestly she just didn’t care. She was so tremendously hungry that her sense of pain was almost over-ridden. By the time they got home, she had already nearly finished the entire pizza. “Wow, I might have to go back for another”. Alan quipped jokingly. “Umm, actually if you could do that honey, I would be eternally grateful” Jenny replied with a sheepish smile before grabbing another bite. “I’m still really hungry, and you need something for yourself as well” she mumbled over a mouthful of Pizza and a huge grin. “Man, I don’t think pizza ever tasted this good in the history of mankind” she mused. “It’s like super-pizza. It’s pizza, only more. Oh, and I’m almost out” she noted as she grabbed the last piece. She was bubbly to a degree Alan had rarely seen from her. It was obvious she felt much better, and the food was doing her good, so Alan hopped back in the car and called ahead for another pizza on the way. He briefly considered grabbing 2 just in case, but decided against it. After dinner, Jenny sat happily on the couch, feeling almost pregnant. Alan busied himself cleaning up the kitchen and taking out the trash, and after he was done he joined her on the couch. She had always had an ability to consume very large quantities of food at a sitting, but very rarely actually did so out of concern for her health and fitness. Alan had never seen her eat so much, and while she had told him she could do it, he still marveled when he actually saw it in action. In the end, she had eaten all but 2 slices of 2 large New York style pizzas, and could have eaten a little more. She washed that down with almost 2 liters of water. She could feel her digestive system at work, churning away to process all of the food she had just eaten. She felt a little tired as she always did if she ate a lot of food, but otherwise she felt great. Better than she had felt in a long time, possibly ever. She couldn’t tell if it was simply the fact that she had been feeling so badly that the contrast made her feel even better than she was, or whether she really was feeling as awesome as perception indicated. She felt ALIVE, as if her body was buzzing with activity at a rate she had never experienced. She still felt hot, enough so that she asked Alan to check for her, and he noted that she still felt really hot. His hand felt slightly chilly on her brow as well. Alan grabbed the thermometer from the bathroom, and it returned a temperature of 100.2° F. Her temperature had been elevated earlier as well, but the Doc seemed to think that was a temporary reaction to the treatment that should pass in a few hours. She and Alan settled into the couch together, she leaning on his chest, and watched a little TV. It was nice to be able to just spend time together, relaxing. After about an hour, Jenny’s little pooch belly was mostly gone, and she started to feel the energy from the food start to trick into her body, rousing her from her mini food coma. She excused herself to go use the restroom, and as she walked that way, she realised that she needed a shower. She called back to Alan to let him know that she would be a few minutes, then started the hot water, relieved herself, and hopped into the shower. She was somewhat surprised she wasn’t pissing like a racehorse after all of that water she drank, but she guessed it made some sense, considering how dried out she had been before. Her skin felt noticeably better than just that morning. It’s elasticity was mostly back, and her color was returning to normal. The hot water of the shower felt absolutely heavenly, and she was glad they had chosen to go with a larger than normal hot water heater, as she luxuriated in an extra long shower. As she washed herself, she noticed that her nethers were much more sensitive than normal. Just brushing her labia brought an explosion of feeling, something she normally only felt when already aroused by foreplay. She guessed that the experience of earlier in the day had probably not completely worn off yes, and her body had been unresponsive to sexual stimulation for so long, it was probably rearing to go now that things were returning to normal. She was tempted to just go with it, but after nearly caving to the feeling, she decided there was a better way to go about that, and busied her hands with other tasks for the remainder of the shower. When she was finally ready to get out, she grabbed her towel, dried off in the shower stall as much as she could, and then stepped out onto the shower mat. She was greeted by the now familiar floor length mirror, and was almost shocked at how much differently she looked this evening than she had in the morning. That morning she had looked frail, skin and bones. Her ribs had been visible over the top of her breasts, which despite retaining most of their size, had sagged very noticeably. The change was striking. Her breasts in particular seemed to have transformed, returning to all of their former glory like a plant that had been water starved and finally got the all important H2O. Jenny would have sworn they looked even bigger than before, and they definitely felt a little unusual. They felt very warm, even in comparison to the rest of her body. Jenny also noticed that the veins beneath the skin were more prominent than normal, with the pale blue standing out in contrast to her still very pale skin. The rest of her body also looked much different, if not so strikingly as her breasts. Her arms and legs had lost the almost elderly appearance they had that morning, with her veins no longer prominently sticking out as her skin floated on all of the hydration she had taken in. She was still skinnier than her normal athletic self, but now it looked much healthier than before. She might have been mistaken for a slightly anorexic runway model, if it weren’t for those giant boobs. She decided to weigh herself, and was surprised to see the scale reading 105 lbs, a shocking 12 full lbs over her morning weight of 93. She could no longer see her ribs, and she looked basically healthy with the exception of the fact that her musculature had not returned to normal yet. Wow, she thought. This is really working. The day had been such an experience, she had almost lost sight of the fact that the whole experience was there to heal her, and she hadn’t completely had faith it was even possible this morning. With that, Jenny’s thoughts turned back to the present. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to go thank the man who had been so selfless through this whole experience, and who had now been without sex for nearly 3 months at this point, and she knew just how to do it. She was normally somewhat reserved in her sexual encounters. She wasn’t a prude, but she had trouble completely letting go of her inhibitions, even with her husband. She knew what he liked, which wasn’t all that out there on the spectrum of sexual behaviors. He was happy as long as she didn’t make him think too much, although he did particularly like being titty fucked, enough to sheepishly ask her to do so after several months of serious dating, she had been all too happy to comply. She threw on her bathrobe, still slightly self conscious about her skinny frame, and walked back out into the living room with a purpose. When she got there, she kneeled down on the floor in front of Alan, who was seated on the coach. He immediately sensed that something was up and sat upright where he could see her better. “I think we’ve been forgetting something, Honey” she began. “Actually, I haven’t forgotten, I’ve just been too lost in my physical issues to think about it much, and my body just didn’t want to answer the call, but now I’m better, and I have some time to make up for”. She said all of this with an impish grin, mischievously pawing at Alan’s pant leg all the while. “You have been so good to me through this awful time, and now it’s my turn to return the favor. I want you to relax, and let me fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.“ It was somewhat shocking to Alan to hear Jenny speak this way. She was never one for dirty talk, and it wasn’t something he particularly sought, so it’s absence never bothered him, but this was different. “Yes Ma’am”, was all he could think to reply, although a myriad of things were going through his head. He suddenly became aware that his body was more than ready, as Jenny’s hand brushed over his cock and he realized he was hard as a rock already. “You just go with the flow, and let Mama do the work” Jenny cooed. Then she reached up and pulled his head down to hers as she rose to a kneeling position and kissed him long and deep. Her tongue felt like fire to Alan, she was so warm. She even smelled different than normal. He couldn’t put a finger on exactly what it was hiding beneath the scent of the lightly floral soap she preferred, but something was different. He could feel it more than smell it. Before he knew what was happening, Jenny was stripping his pants off. Then his shirt, and finally she pulled his glasses off and tossed them across the room. She seemed as if she was on a mission, driven. Her fiery tongue was seemingly everywhere at once, her hands working his shaft in preparation for what was to come. And oh, what was to come. It was all a blur. First she was sucking his cock like never before, moaning and fingering herself all with her right hand as she went. Next came the most enthusiastic titty fuck of his life, She had grabbed oil from somewhere, and bounced her seemingly reborn tits as if her life depended on it . He could have sworn that her breasts looked even larger than before, but he chalked that up to not seeing them like this in so long. Harder and harder she squeezed, until he finally couldn’t take any more and exploded in largest cumshot he had ever personally experienced. His whole body pulsed in post coital bliss for longer than he could remember ever having experienced, but Jenny wasn’t done. She gave him precious little time to recover, then dragged him to his feet and off to the kitchen table, practically throwing him down and moving the chairs out of the way as she did. She removed her bathrobe, and quickly straddled him. After a few almost unpleasant strokes of her hand, his cock responded and before he knew it, she was riding him like he had never seen. Her head was back, her eyes closed, but all he could really see from his perspective were her tremendous breasts, bouncing and bounding all over the place. She corralled the left one and brought her nipple to her mouth, then switched to the other after a few seconds. Her nipples looked enormous. They were always large, and responded quite strongly to sexual stimulation, but he could have sworn they weren’t this big. They looked to be over a half inch long, and as thick as his thumbs. Almost as if she was reading his thoughts, the next thing he knew Jenny flopped forward, her left hand beside his head holding her weight, the right guiding an enormously erect nipple into his mouth. “Your turn” she said breathily, and continued grinding away as he sucked on her nipple as commanded. Again, Alan could tell something was different. Her skin tasted different than he remembered. Less salty, more savory somehow. Jenny pumped and pumped away like some kind of machine. her pussy getting wetter and wetter with each stroke. Even her juices seemed different, slicker, with a slightly sweet smell. Jenny had always had some difficulty staying lubricated during sex in the past, so they had to be careful to remember lubricant, but not now. Her juices ran down his testicals, and he could feel a small puddle forming on the table against his ass. Jenny’s face was drawn, he could tell she was close to orgasm and working intently towards that goal, and he wasn’t far off either. As if she could sense he was about to cum, Jenny struggled to say “not yet” through clenched teeth, and changed positions back to the leaned back cowgirl she has started from. With her hands on his thighs for support, and her head arched back, she sped up the pace. Her breathing was labored, and she started moaning. For his part, Alan was doing everything in his power to hold on long enough to let her finish. Finally there was a change to her moans, they became a little higher pitched and clipped, and Alan could feel her pussy muscles clench down hard, then begin to pulsate. Through the haze of his own impending orgasm, he saw something he had never seen before. Jenny’s lower abdominal muscles started pulsating. It looked like muscle spasm, only much more intense and somehow coordinated. Jenny’s grip on his thighs tightened so hard her nails started digging into the flesh enough to draw blood, but Alan could barely tell. He was lost too the world, and after a few more moments another tremendous orgasm ripped through his body. He saw white spots, was vaguely aware that Jenny was still going with her own orgasm, until finally she too came down, and collapsed against his chest, his cock still inside her. “ Wow, that was amazing” she finally whispered in his ear. “You’re telling me?” Alan laughed. “Good lord girl, where did all of that energy come from?” Jenny picked her head up and looked down into Alan’s blue eyes. “I don’t know, but there is more where that came from” she teased. “Come on, you’re coming with me now Soldier”. Alan was amazed to find her getting up, and dragging on his arm to get him off the table. To his own surprise, he was actually able to get up and follow her to the bathroom, where she pulled him into the shower and started washing him off. “I can’t have you stinking up our bed like this” she teased, then kissed him deeply. They stood there in the shower exploring the far reaches of each other’s mouths for what seemed an age, and low and behold, Alan started to feel a stirring in the loins again. “hold that thought”, said Jenny as she turned off the shower, handed him a towel, and hurriedly dried off on her way to the kitchen. Alan dried off and stepped out of the shower just in time to find Jenny bounding back into the bathroom as if on springs. She had a glass in one hand, and the big water pitcher they usually kept in the fridge in the other. She say on the bathroom counter, poured a glass of water and handed it to him. “here, can’t have you passing out on me from dehydration, Soldier” She then proceeded to down the entire remainder of the pitcher, about 3 liters worth, in less than 20 seconds. “Come on, drink up” she prodded, as he struggled to finish his half liter glass in twice the time. As soon as he was done, she poured another glass from the sink, downed it in seconds, refilled it, and handed it back to him. “One more and you should be good”, she said with a smile. She watched intently as he chugged down the water, took the glass from his hand, set it on the counter, and dragged him to the bed. “Now don’t you pass out on me before I’m able to properly thank you”, she admonished with a point as she lay on top of him in their king size bed. “This is the ride of your life, and you wouldn’t want to miss anything would you?” Alan’s cock obediently responded, hardening to an almost painful erection. “”There we go. That’s a good boy” cooed Jenny through a huge smile. “Now, lets really turn the heat up in here” From that point forward, everything was a blur. Chapter 6: Side Effects Alan woke up the next morning, late for work. He had slept right through the alarm. It seemed his whole body was covered from head to toe in the residue of sex. his fingers were sticking together from who-knows-what, and his lips tasted salty from sweat. Jenny was asleep beside him, her breathing told him that it was a deep sleep, so he pulled her arm off his shoulder gently, and crept to the bathroom for a much needed shower. As he relieved himself, the stream actually went three separate directions at once, eliciting a strong curse word and a jump into the shower to prevent more collateral damage, followed by an even stronger series of curse words as the not yet warmed shower up stream hit. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he marveled at all of the scratches that covered his body. With the exception of his thighs, most of them were superficial, but there was still a bit of dried blood here and there, and it took a little longer than normal to get washed up. He hopped out of the shower at 10 till 8, called a co worker quickly to let him know that he would be a few minutes late, and got dressed. As he was typing his shoes, Jenny rolled over and stretched. “Morning Soldier, was the evening’s entertainment up to standard?” she asked in a tensed voice over her stretch. “I don’t know, I think you might have to try harder next time” joked Alan as he reached down to give her a kiss. “No problem”, Jenny said with an odd confidence. “You’ve earned it, and besides, I’m horny as hell from this treatment. It feels like my sex drive was turned up to max. I need to ask the doc if this is normal at the appointment today. By the way, don’t forget, we changed it to 3 PM.” “Yeah, I remember, babe” Alan replied. “Now can I get a little sugar before work?” He leaned down, gave her one last kiss, and as he did, copped a quick feel of her breast below the quilt. He could have sworn it felt bigger than normal, bigger than last night even, but he assumed his mind was playing tricks on him. With a playful squeeze, he wished Jenny a good day and headed out the door to work. Jenny laid there as she could hear the garage door open and Alan leave. She knew she should get out of bed, but she just needed a minute to stretch and get ready for the day ahead. She was very thirsty, but oddly not as hungry as she thought she would be. She rolled over onto her side, and was greeted by a slightly unpleasant feeling in her left breast as it followed her and fell onto the bed. She hissed her discomfort, wondering just what she had done last night to bruise her poor breast, and then thinking back on it, realised it would be quite difficult to isolate a single act. Her hands went to her breasts to survey the damage so to speak. For a moment, Jenny thought she was still dreaming, or at least maybe still groggy. She could swear her breasts felt much larger than normal, and specifically more firm than normal, which was saying something for her. They were also really sensitive to the touch, and felt very warm in her hands. “What the?” She thought out loud, and pulled down the comforter to expose her breasts. From her perspective, laying there on her side, it was immediately obvious that her breasts were bigger than last night. “Holy shit!” She said out loud. In the morning sun she could also tell that the veins in her breasts were very prominent now, and that her nipples looked slightly darker than before. They also looked larger. As if they knew she was thinking about them, they started to become erect, and it was clear they were not just a little larger, but much larger than before. “Shit, shit, shit, what the hell is going on?” Jenny cursed. She rolled out of bed and marched towards the bathroom and the floor length mirror to evaluate the changes. As she walked, she could feel the additional weight of her breasts bouncing against her ribcage, and instinctively grabbed them to prevent their wobbling. When she arrived in front of the mirror, she hesitated for a moment to drop her hands, almost afraid of what she was going to see. As she lowered her hands, she was struck by the fact that she had to lower them further than normal before her breasts were clear. They were clearly hanging a bit lower than before. Looking in the mirror, the lower curve of her breasts nearly reached to the upper side of her navel, where before they had been at least an inch higher than that. Her areola were the next thing she noticed, they were darker than normal, and seemed larger around. Putting her hand back up to her nipples, she realized that her areola were nearly as wide as her four fingers, and her nipples felt like they were trying to escape from her breasts they were so prominent and hard. The blue network of veins beneath the rest of her breasts seemed to almost glow from below her skin. “Well, they are most definitely bigger” Jenny thought. The fact that they had the doctor’s appointment later that day was at least a comfort, as she didn’t need to make any special preparations for that. Jenny took a look at the rest of her body and thought that she looked a little more filled out than last night as well, which didn’t make sense. You would think that all of that vigorous sex would have seen her losing weight if anything, but she could swear she was bigger than before. She hopped on the scale to erase any doubts, and sure enough, she was at 109 lbs, 4 lbs more than the night before. “This doesn’t make sense” she thought. “How could I gain weight through sleep and sex? It had to come from somewhere.” Perplexed by what had happened, Jenny sort of cruised through her morning routine on autopilot, lost in thought. She showered and brushed her teeth, drank 4 glasses of water, and then headed to the bedroom to get dressed. “This may be interesting”, she thought, looking down at her unexpected new assets. She grabbed one of her favorite bras, a relatively straightforward black affair in her normal 32G size, and attempted to put it on. It didn’t go well. She guessed she could probably have squeezed into it, but she would have been overflowing the thing so badly that it would be painful and somewhat unsightly. She thought for a moment of just wearing her tracksuit, so she grabbed some panties, threw on the pants, and grabbed the zip-front top. She threw it over her shoulders, and started zipping it up. She found she had to shimmy a bit and pull the shirt out to clear her breasts, but thankfully it did zip closed. There had been some question in her mind about that, as it had been rather form-fitting before. They seemed to design these things with supermodels in mind, and while it fit greats through the shoulders and arms, it was always a bit tight through the chest. Jenny turned to see her profile, and immediately realized she couldn’t wear this without something else under it. Her nipples were comically prominent through the fabric. Pulling it back off, she decided to try one of her sports bras to bring things under control. The sports bra went on, and the jacket back on over top, and finally Jenny was somewhat satisfied with how she looked. She did notice there was a little cleavage above the sports bra where before there had been none, so she zipped the zipper up to her neck to remedy that situation. Another quick turn in front of the mirror and she was satisfied that she was at least decent to go out in public, although she felt a little odd in her clothes as they felt noticeably tighter. Basically, she felt like she was wearing someone else’s clothes that didn’t quite fit properly. Sports bras always felt restrictive, but it seemed even more so now. Realizing that she had quite a bit of time to burn before her doctor’s appointment, Jenny decided to make herself useful. She needed to find a replacement car, and had been meaning to do a little research, but so far not gotten around to it. She went to the computer, pulled up the message boards and for-sale sites, and got to work. After a couple hours she had narrowed her choices down to a few cars she wanted to call about, bookmarked them to look at with Alan later, and decided to make herself some lunch. There was bread and lunchmeat in the fridge, so she made herself a sandwich and then grabbed some potato chips and a drink of water to go with it. She didn’t realize how hungry she was until the first bite touched her mouth, but it became immediately obvious that the one sandwich wasn’t going to be enough. She wolfed it down as if she was in a Scoobie Doo cartoon, then set to work on the chips as she looked around the fridge for something else to eat. There were still so many things from concerned family in there that there was no shortage of choice. A cake Alan’s Mom had baked looked particularly appealing, so Jenny pulled it out of the fridge to cut herself a piece. She realized that the potato chips were down to nothing but crumbs already, and washed them down with a glass of water, followed by another glass of water almost immediately. She was so hungry, she decided not to even bother with cutting the cake. A fork worked just as well on a whole cake as a piece. The cake was absolutely heavenly, it was an extremely rich peanut butter chocolate cake that Alan’s Mom knew she loved, and normally one piece was all she would allow herself. The whole cake must weigh 5 lbs, Jenny guessed, she had never seen a cake that was so dense. Alan’s mom had told her it is made by spreading peanut butter over the top of a rich chocolate cake and letting it percolate down through the layers as it baked. However it was made, it was like eating manna from heaven. Before she even realized what she was doing, half of the cake was gone, and still she was hungry. She grabbed another glass of water, downed it, and started back into the cake like a machine. She felt like she had no control, and fork full after fork full of the cake went into her mouth as if on autopilot. It was almost an out of body experience, as if she was watching her hands move without control over them. Before long the entire cake was gone, nothing was left in front of her in the table except the water pitcher. She grabbed that, pulled the lid off and drank the remaining 2 liters or so of water in one long swig. Finally she felt control returning. “Wow, that was scary” she said to herself as she slumped down in her chair. Her belly had that familiar pooch she got she she let herself go wild on food, and she felt sluggish and tired. She half stumbled over to the couch and slumped down on her back. It felt almost like she had been hit with a narcotic, so strong was the urge to sleep, and within seconds she was out of it. A soft nudge woke Jenny from her slumber. Something was moving against her stomach, and she heard a slight noise. Reaching down, she realized it was Abby kneading at her stomach. Abby meowed the peculiar trilling meo she gave when she was hungry, then put her front paws up on Jenny’s breasts to boost herself up where she could make eye contact over the mountain range that separated Jenny’s head from her stomach. “Wow, it looks like she’s way the hell above me “, Jenny thought as Abby looked down at her with a pleading look.. The little cat’s feet on her breasts felt almost uncomfortable. Her breasts felt sore, and hot. “Oh, shit. I forgot to feed you Miss Abby!” Jenny realized with a start and lurched up from the couch. She was still half groggy from sleep, and nearly stumbled as she stood. She saw a little bit of stars from a head rush, reached out to steady herself, and finally was able to shake it off and head towards the cupboard where Abby’s food was kept. The little cat followed her the whole way, pawing at her legs as if to guide her on the correct path, then ran immediately over to her bowl when the cupboard door was opened and waited for her food. As soon as that was done, Jenny looked over to the stove clock. Oh my god, it’s 3:15! she realized with a start. She rushed to grab her pocketbook and phone, headed out to the rental car, and took off for the doctor’s office. On the way she checked her phone while stopped at a traffic light and saw a message and text from Alan. He was already at the doctor’s office and wondering if she was ok. Not wanting to risk any more distraction, she put the phone down as the traffic light turned green, and accelerated towards the hospital. Once there, Jenny walked hurriedly into the appropriate wing, and down a long corridor. It was then that she started to realize her breasts felt even larger than before. She could feel a slight breeze on her stomach from the air conditioned chill of the building, and realized that her jacket was riding up. She tried to pull it down a little, but it only cooperated so much. A man walking the other way did a bit of an obvious double-take, and nearly walked into a sign lining the other side of the hallway as he craned his head to look back at her after she passed him. Finally she stepped into the doctor’s office, spoke briefly to the scheduling nurse and apologized for being late. She was immediately guided to an exam room, where Alan was waiting for her. He looked up from his phone and said “Hey, there you are. Everything Okay, Angel? Jenny had immediately busied herself with hanging her purse on the hook on the back of the door after entering and had her back to Alan as she fiddled with getting her phone into the outside pocket. “I’m so sorry I’m late, honey. I fell asleep on the couch after lunch. I’m ok, but there have been some umm… “developments” I guess you could say”. With that, Jenny put her arms at her sides and turned around to face Alan. A look of confusion, followed by surprise, and finally concern crossed his face. “Woah!….. How?.... Are you sure you are ok honey? This isn’t some kind of allergic reaction or something, is it? “ Jenny’s arms instinctively covered her breasts as best they could, but they were fighting a bit of a losing battle. “I’m pretty sure it’s not that honey, I feel totally ok other than the fact that my breasts feel really warm and sensitive, and this bra is starting to get a bit uncomfortable. I ate way more than I should have for lunch and then got really tired, and I’m still drinking an insane amount of water, but other than that, I feel pretty normal. Actually, other than the changes, I feel pretty awesome” Jenny had only just now realized the last part, but it was very true. She felt full of energy, light on her feet, and had virtually no pain at all. “Well, at least we are at the doctor’s office now and can hopefully get some answers” Alan said. With that, there was a knock on the door and Dr. Andrews stuck her head in. “Our late arrival is here I see, hope everything is ok” She said in a cheery voice. She came in and closed the door behind her. When she turned around, she was looking down to find the correct entry in her tablet. “Okay, how are you feeling today, Jenny?” she asked as she looked up. Jenny gave it a moment to sink in, and when there was no immediate answer, Dr. Andrews finally took notice of the elephant in the room. “Oh my word, are those really as much bigger as I think they are?” Dr, Andrews asked incredulously. “Umm…. yeah they kind of blew up in my sleep, Doc. I felt okay so I didn’t think it was an emergency, and given that we would be here today anyway I just waited for the appointment. The crazy thing is that I think they grew even more this afternoon after I ate lunch. I ate more than I should have for lunch, got really tired and fell asleep, and when I woke up three and a half hours later they were noticeably bigger”. Dr. Andrews was visibly shaken by this development. It took her a moment to regain her composure, but finally you could see her shut her eyes, force herself to mentally reset and press on like a professional. “Well, that is certainly concerning. We need to get some blood work immediately and try to see what is going on here. Fortunately we have an in-house lab, so I can rush the test results and we should be able to have some answers before you leave today.” She stuck her head out the door and called down to a nurse to request some supplies, then turned back to Jenny. “We need to get your vitals, and then I’ll take a look at you. There is a gown here on the back of the door. Could you please change into that and then step over to the scale so we can get a weight?” Jenny hopped up from the exam table and walked over to the scale. It read 114 lbs, 4 lbs more than this morning. I guess that makes some sense, Jenny thought. That cake alone probably weighed more than 4 lbs, and I haven’t used the bathroom since then so it’s still in there somewhere. She still couldn’t figure where the extra overnight weight came from though, and explained that whole sequence to the doctor. “Well, I’m not a physicist, but it stands to reason that the weight had to come from somewhere. Are you sure you didn’t eat anything else after the pizza last night?” “I’m pretty sure” replied Jenny. “Did you see her eat anything else last night, Alan?” asked the doc. “No, but to be honest I don’t really remember getting to sleep last night” Alan said. “The end of the night is all a bit of a blur”. Sensing the doctor’s concern about that last statement, Alan clarified. “To be clear, neither of us was drinking anything but water, Doc. We just ahh… had a bit of fun. Quite a lot of fun actually”. Dr. Andrews eyebrows raised, “oh, I see now. Well, it’s good that your sex drive is back, Jenny. Did everything go okay in that department?” “Well, okay isn’t the right word really” Jenny replied. It went fucking amazing!, if you can excuse my french. My sex drive isn’t just back, it’s in overdrive. Stronger than it has ever been in my life. We went at it for hours last night, and I enjoyed it more than I ever have. I meant to ask you about it”. Dr. Andrews thought for a moment. “Well, the treatment does seem to be having that effect on all of the patients in the study. None of the others have described anything like your level of effect though, and certainly none have had a physical effect anything like as strong as what you seem to be experiencing. Most of the other women say they simply feel more youthful, like their old self again.” “I actually feel better than I can remember ever feeling physically” Jenny said. “I feel great, just a little weirded out by the changes in my appetites and the whole boob thing”. After a little more chat, the nurse arrived with a series of blood sample tubes. Dr. Andrews took the samples herself, and as she did Jenny could feel that she was nervous. Jenny thought she was catching subtle glances at her breasts every so often, like shy boys would often do. I guess that makes sense, she thought. It isn’t every day you see something quite like this. The nurse rushed the samples down to the lab, and Dr. Andrews excused herself to give Jenny and Alan a little privacy. As soon as she left, Alan tapped the chair next to him. “Screw that, Jenny said, “I need a hug” and with that she sat on Alan’s lap and curled up against his chest where he could hug her tight, her head under his chin. “ You sure everything is ok physically, Angel?” he asked. “It’s just, well...this is a big change”. “Yeah, I feel fine in that respect, honey. I just hope they find out what is causing this. The wondering is worse than the actual problem. Actually, the problem feels sort of good in a weird way, if you know what I mean.” “ I only care about you, and how you feel” he said. “As long as you are okay, then I’m okay too. Hopefully they will get this sorted quickly”. “Oh, so you don’t like my new “assets”? she teased with air quotes as she pulled back and looked him in the eyes. “These are a problem for you?” she asked mockingly, leaning back a little and pushing her breasts out seductively. “ Holy hell they look massive” was all Alan could initially answer, although the heat and pressure rising under her ass betrayed his true feelings on the issue. Finally he gained his composure a little. “Angel, I can’t deny that this turns me on. The proof is in the pudding as they say”. He subtly rocked his hips into her to emphasize that point. “But the bottom line for me is that your health outranks my sexual desires, and I don’t want there to be any confusion there.” Jenny looked at him with an odd satisfaction, and an impish smile that betrayed mischievous thoughts. “Right answer, Mister. But….there is nothing that says we can’t enjoy these “side effects” while they last, and you’ll be lucky if I don’t break your dick tonight when we get home”. With that, she pulled his head down for a kiss. After what seemed just a moment, there was a knock at the door, and Jenny hurriedly hopped down off his lap as the Doctor came back in. Alan’s cock throbbed as he readjusted in the chair in an effort to conceal his arousal. It was all in vain though, the doctor could tell what was up, her complexion blushed slightly and the corners of her mouth were turned up in a knowing grin that she was attempting to conceal. “Sorry Doc” Alan said. “We thought we had a bit more time”. “So did I” was the somewhat odd reply from the doctor. “In any case, the lab here is really very fast. They rushed your tests through, and I have the results here. Basically, the test results show extremely high hormone levels across the board, which is normal following this procedure, but a few things stand out as being truly off the charts. Basically, your hormone profile is reading most similarly to a recently postpartum woman, just amplified to a huge degree. Your prolactin levels in particular are 7 times higher than I have ever seen.” Suddenly, the doctor stopped speaking and started staring at Jenny’s right breast. “Umm, we might need to have a look at that” she said and pointed down at Jenny’s nipple. There was very small but visible stain on the hospital robe around Jenny’s left nipple.. Chapter 7: Impending Arrival Jenny stripped off the gown, and was surprised to see a small amount of very yellowish liquid seeping from her nipple. She had been aware of a feeling of pressure for a while now, but it hadn’t struck her as to what was going on, especially with all of the distractions. Dr. Andrews took a closer look, and finally declared that this was colostrum, which is a precursor to lactation. “basically, your breasts are getting ready to produce milk. That may explain why your nipples are so enlarged as well, and before long, you are going to be in full-on lactation” Jenny was somewhat shocked by this revelation. “So, what do we do about that?” She asked. “I guess the best course of action would be to be prepared” began Dr. Andrews. “Go get yourself a breast pump, it can be extremely painful if you don’t relieve the pressure somehow, and from the looks of things, you are not going to want to use one of those hand pumps. It looks like you will be producing quite a lot. You may also want to get some nipple pads to prevent leakage, and possibly some maternity style bras. I’m not sure how long it will take for this condition to subside, but I don’t think there is any way to stop it immediately. I suspect that it will pass in a week or two, but I have no way to know for sure. It might help to keep your calorie intake down as much as possible, as your body needs a lot of calories to produce milk and denying them could help reverse the process.” After a few more questions and answers, Jenny and Alan left the hospital. “So, where in the world do I need to go to pick you up maternity gear?” Asked Alan as they got in the car. “I’m not sure, but I probably need to go in order to get a correctly sized bra” replied Jenny. She knew Alan was trying to protect her from unwanted exposure, but quite honestly she didn’t care. Let’s go check the internet at home, and maybe grab a snack. I’m absolutely famished”. “Okay, but we should try to keep it light, like Doc said right?” The very idea of eating like a rabbit made Jenny’s skin crawl, but she agreed to try. When they got home, Alan went to make dinner and Jenny went to check the internet. As she sat down, she peeled off her top and sports bra. “I feel so hot and constricted” she explained. “We better get you something to cover up” Alan said. “Otherwise we are never getting out of this house tonight to run to the store. Good god girl, you look like sex personified!” Jenny did have to admit that her breasts were quite a sight. Her nipples were absolutely huge, and just screaming to be sucked on. She could practically hear them calling out for attention. “Oh, don’t think I’m not having to hold myself back as well, babe”Jenny answered. “I want sex so bad right now I can almost taste it. Speaking of taste, where is my snack? I’m starving over here!” Alan appeared a moment later with a bowl of salsa and a bag of tortilla chips. “Your favorite, and at least they are not all that high in calories”. Jenny thanked him and immediately dug in. In a matter of moments, the entire bowl of salsa was gone. “Mmmm, that was good, but I’m still so hungry!” Jenny complained. “I’m sorry babe, that will have to do until we get back from the store. Speaking of which, what did you find on the interwebs?” Jenny showed him a couple listings, and they chose the one that appeared to be closest, which was in a strip mall a few miles away. Jenny excused herself to go find something to wear, while Alan cleaned up the salsa bowl and fed Abby, who had decided it was her dinner time. After finally settling on long formal coat over a loose sweater, Jenny looked at herself in the mirror. I look like I’m trying to smuggle cantaloupes, she thought. Before she left the bathroom, she turned on the faucet to grab a drink. Instead of using the small glass they kept in the bathroom, Jenny took the moveable faucet and turned it to the side enough that she could use it almost like a water fountain. She bent over and took long slow gulps. It felt wonderful, she had not realised how thirsty she was, but now that the water was coming she just kept drinking and drinking. “You coming Angel?” Alan called from the living room. “The store closes at 7 according to the website, so we better get moving if we want to have time to figure out what we need”. Jenny answered that she would be right there, wiped the water from her chin and joined Alan as they got in the car. Her stomach had that familiar pooch again, but this time it was just water she felt sloshing around in her belly. The bumpy Maryland road reminded her constantly that she might have overdone it a bit with the water, but before long the pressure started to ebb as the water was absorbed by her body, and a few minutes later they were arriving at the maternity store. Neither Jenny nor Alan had ever been inside a maternity store, so when they arrived they asked the clerk, a middle aged woman named Sue, if she might be able to offer any assistance. She was a rather large, motherly looking lady with a pleasant face and a kind demeanor. She talked them through all of the options on breast pumps, and they finally chose to go with one of the higher end models. Jenny planned to breastfeed when they finally were ready to have children, so they figured they might as well go with something likely to last. Sue then got them some nipple pads, and finally it was time that they select a maternity bra. The clerk suggested that she help Jenny with a measurement to make sure they got the correct size, and off they went to the changing rooms. Just before they left, Jenny leaned in to Alan and said “I hope this is quick, I think I need to get home before too long. I’m feeling a strange pressure in my breasts, and I think the milk is coming sooner than later”. Then she followed Sue back to the dressing rooms. Jenny stripped off her jacket and sweater in preparation for the measurement. Sue looked at her in amazement. “My word girly, you look like you are about to burst! Why did you wait so long to come see us?” Jenny explained that this was an unexpected development. “Well I’ll be darned. Never heard of anything like that. Hopefully they get you straightened out in a hurry. In the meantime, we’ll take care of the waterworks for you, don’t you worry”. She set to work with the measuring tape. Jenny could have sworn that her breasts were bigger than when she put her coat on a few short minutes ago back at the house, and they had an odd, tingling, pins and needles sensation. Could you please lift them up so I can get an underbust measurement sweety?” Sue drawled. Jenny did as asked, but the action of cupping her breasts and pulling them up elicited a very strong reaction from her breasts. She hissed in discomfort and initially let go, then tried again more gently. The tension in her face betrayed her discomfort. Oh lordy, you are near the brink aren’t you sweetie? We’ll try to get through this as quickly as we can. Underbust measurement… 28 inches” Sue called out to nobody in particular. She stepped over and write it down on a tablet. “Ok, now let them down and we’ll get the bust measurement and we’ll get you on your way”. Jenny gingerly lowered her breasts and took her hands away. She was still clenching her teeth in obvious discomfort. Sue set about getting the measuring tape situated around Jenny’s breasts, just below her nipples due to their slightly upward facing alignment so that she would be at the fullest part of the breasts, She asked Jenny to hold it in the front to keep it steady, then went around back to take the reading. She clasped it with one hand while she pulled it taut with the other, then pinched it together between her thumb and index finger. “forty….three inches, or just over. Close enough for our purposes” Sue drawled, but then paused. “Ma’am I know you are in discomfort, but please try to stay still. The tape just moved and I need to check that again to make sure it is correct, okay?” Jenny apologized and promised to keep as still as she could. Sue set about getting the measurement again. “Just short of 44 this time it seems, so you see how important it is that we get it right”. Then she paused again. The tape hand just moved again in her hand. She had been standing upright this time, and could see that Jenny had not moved, but the tape had popped loose from her fingers. “One moment sweetie, I don’t mean to take so long, but something isn’t quite right here. I'll take one last measurement to confirm. This time the measurement came out at just over 44 inches, much to Sue’s confusion. Jenny on the other hand had an idea what was going on. She could feel something happening in her breasts. It felt like all of that water she had drank was making it’s way to her breasts. She could feel them swelling ever so slowly, like a creeping pressure of a large air mattress slowly filling. Tiny pangs on nervous pain kept pinging though her breast tissue. They were very localized, but they seemed to be getting more frequent. They also seemed to start near her chest wall, and were slowly working their way out towards her nipples. Each tiny little pang seemed to bring her closer to the edge, and right now they were centered roughly halfway through her breasts. She wasn’t quite sure what the edge meant. Logically, she knew it meant her first milk letdown, but what they really meant she couldn’t say. If the tension of the buildup was any indication though, it was going to be an interesting experience. “Ahh...Sue” Jenny finally spit out through clenched teeth. I don’t think the milk is going to wait until I make it home. I think it’s coming very soon. What would you suggest?” Sue had a slightly confused expression, but finally seemed to get it. “We have a bathroom back here” she stammered. There is a sink there that you could use. It’s a pretty big bathroom, and there is a chair in there if that helps”. Sue guided Jenny to the bathroom, and positioned a small stool of a chair in front of the large flat overhanging sink. It was of the type that can be used to bathe or change a baby in addition to washing hands, so it was very shallow with almost no lip, and had a concave shape to the front that made it more comfortable to lean against. “Could you please go let Alan know where I am, I’m sure he’s wondering what’s taking so long” Jenny managed to blurt out. Sue left to go find Alan, and Jenny sat down on the stool in front of the sink. Jenny felt dizzy. The feeling reminded her of times when you are teetering on the brink of vomiting, and you aren’t sure if it’s going to come out or stay in, except the uneasiness was in her breasts rather than her stomach, and she knew the answer to the question, she just didn’t know when the dam was going to break. The tingling and pangs seemed to be accelerating towards her nipples now, moving more quickly than before. Alan arrived in the doorway with Sue’s face poking around the doorframe behind him. “is there anything I can do for you two, or would you prefer privacy?” Sue asked. “Privacy sounds good” Alan answered after Jenny seemed not to hear. “Thank you for your help, Sue”. Sue politely excused herself and headed to the front of the store. There she locked the front door, as it was nearly closing time, and she didn’t want any more confusion than she already had. Chapter 8: Eruption “What do you need me to do , Angel? If it’s shut up, just tell me”. Jenny was in a haze now. tottering back and forth on the stool as one does when they are very nervous, or in pain. Finally she answered. “Give me your hand, I need to feel something other than just this feeling.” Alan’s hand felt cool in hers. He whole body felt like it was overheating. “Just be here with me, that’s all I need.” The pangs had now reached her nipples. She had thought that this would signal the beginning of the reaction, but now instead of moving forward towards her nipples, the pangs were intensifying. What Jenny didn’t really understand at this point was that all of the small pangs she had felt to that point were her milk ducts opening up for the first time as they filled with newly produced milk. Each time a new duct opened, she had felt a tiny pang, like a pin prick inside her breasts. Now all of her milk ducts were open, and the only thing left to happen was for the tiny valves in her nipples to finally open for the first time. Being a novice to this process, Jenny didn’t realize that this can be helped along by massaging the breasts, instead she was sitting bolt upright, her free hand on the cushion of the stool she sat on. The heat and pressure behind her nipples slowly kept building, and her nipples reddened to a dark crimson. They seemed impossibly huge now, and all wrinkled up with tension. Jenny’s breaths were coming quick and shallow, and her face was flushed. Her grip on his hand was like iron. “Angel, it might help if you get your breasts over the sink, don’t you think?” Jenny’s eyes fleshed open, surveyed the scene for a moment, then slammed shut again. She nodded, and helped him slide the stool forward towards the sink. The cold leading edge of the porcelain shocked her slightly when her nipples caught it, and elicited a quick intake of breath, like when you sit down on a cold toilet seat. She opened her eyes just long enough to see where the sink was. Then she sat more upright to lift the bottom of her breasts over the lip of the sink, slid the stool forward one more time to get comfortable, and settled into the sink with her chest touching the edge of the sink and her breasts laying on top of the practically flat sink surface. Alan was amazed at how long they appeared now that they were slightly flattened out by their own weight and extended completely forward rather than down and forward. It had to be 10 inches or more. The shock of the cold dissipated as Jenny’s skin warmed the porcelain. “I think it’s close now babe” she blurted through the tension. This feels amazing, and I’m glad you are here. Hopefully you enjoy the show.” Alan just squeezed her hand in response, and gave her shoulder a squeeze. The tension was palpable. Jenny started to breath a little more deeply. Alan could tell she was trying to calm herself a little, to relax and let things happen. It sounded almost like she was preparing to take a deep breath and dive under the water. Very slowly, tiny droplets of milk started to form on Jenny’s nipples. After a minute or two, they started to form drops, and drip down off of her nipples. Jenny felt like the entire world was her breasts. She had no power to extend her perception past the experience she was undergoing. She was vaguely aware of Alan’s hand, and could feel his warming presence, but otherwise everything seemed to be about her breasts. She could feel the pressure building in them, like water building up behind a dam. Alan was watching her closely, and he became aware that he could actually perceive her breasts growing, ever so slightly, but it was there. Instead of extending out, they were plumping up as they filled more and more with milk. They looked like they must be near finally releasing, either that or they were near exploding. He skin looked nearly translucent, the blue veins underneath throbbing with what he would have sworn was a visible flow of blood keeping everything alive. Her breasts now stood nearly 8 inches deep off the top of the sink. Finally, Jenny took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. She felt a wave of heat roll through her breasts, from the base out towards the nipples, and when it reached the nipples, it kept on going this time. First 1, then 2, then 4, 6,8,12, and on to uncountable tiny streams of milk appeared from each nipple. They started at a low pressure, but slowly built until they were like tiny firehoses. The few that were spraying upwards and to the side revealed that there was enough pressure to both touch the ceiling above, and spray well down the hall outside the still open bathroom door to their left. Jenny was completely oblivious to this fact at the time, lost in wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. It felt slightly similar to the pleasure of relieving yourself after being forced to hold it too long, but amplified to the Nth degree, beyond the point of orgasm. For his part, Alan was too awestruck to do anything. The spectacle of it all was frankly overwhelming. The spray that was going forward into the mirror in front of the sink started to splash back pretty strongly, such was the pressure behind it. The mirror was probably about a foot beyond Jenny’s nipples, but still is splashed back in tiny droplets like the spray you get when the shower stream hits the tile and sneaks out around the shower curtain. Jenny was oblivious to that as well, lost in orgasm, but she did finally move her right hand to her breast, squeezing down from the top in order to increase the pressure, which only served to increase the amount of spray-back. “Do the other!” She squeaked to Alan between orgasmic pants, apparently unwilling or unable to let go of his hand. After a moment, Alan realized what she wanted, and leaned forward over her shoulder with his free left hand, He pressed down gently, and the stream from Jenny’s left breast intensified, but failed to match the right. “Harder!” she panted, and he complied. Alan could feel her breast compressing below his hand as the pressure of the milk inside subsided. “Harder!!” Jenny almost screamed, and Alan complied. The spray was so strong now that Alan could feel it through his shirt. Finally, after what seemed an age, the pressure started to ebb. The flow slowed to a trickle, and finally stopped altogether. Jenny’s head collapsed with a wet smack on top of her breasts, which now looked somewhat flatter than before, but seemed to cover a huge amount of the sink’s surface, spreading wide, but still over 4 inches deep he would guess. Jenny breathed deeply for a few moments, then rolled her head over to face Alan’s direction, still using her breasts as a pillow of sorts. “Holy fucking shitballs! That felt amazing! she panted. The sound of liquid rolling down a drain was now audible. Alan had no clue how much milk that must have been, but it seemed like an awful lot. “Holy fucking shitballs is right” Alan said, surveying the room. Milk dripped from the entire front wall with the exception of below the sink, the ceiling above them, the door to their left, and a bit of the wall to the right. Jenny’s dark hair was full of milk droplets, making it look almost like she had been out in the snow. Jenny seemed to finally become aware of her surroundings, and lifted her head for a look around. “Whoa, I didn’t realize I was making such a mess” she said. “No worries, Angel. Live and learn. How are you feeling?” Jenny said she felt tired, and thirsty, but otherwise fine. “Let me see what I can do about cleaning this place up, and finding your clothes” Alan said. “Is it ok to leave you here for a moment?“ Jenny replied that she was good, but said hurry back. Alan grabbed Jenny her clothes, then tried to explain the situation to Susan, but in the end he had to just show her. “Holy mother!” explained Sue when she saw the bathroom. Jenny sat sheepishly on the toilet, covered now in her jacket, her hair looking disheveled and damp. “Miss, I’m surprised you survived the event. I’ve never seen, or even heard of a letdown like that in all my years in the maternity business. That’s got to be some kind of record.” She shook her head in amazement, gathered up some paper towels for Alan, and started mopping the floor outside the bathroom while Alan wiped down the walls. “Thank god this bathroom is fully tiled” Alan noted. “This would have been a whole lot worse to clean up if it wasn’t” “Our bathroom at home is fully tiled” Jenny noted with a grin. Sue overheard this and took the opportunity to point out that if they used the breast pump they had purchased, this shouldn’t be an issue. She also took a moment to coach Jenny on how to hand express her milk, should the need ever arise. “Aww, but that spoils the fun!” Jenny quipped sarcastically, smiling at Alan. “ I’ll leave that to you two to sort out” Sue said with a laugh. After finally getting finished with the cleanup, Alan tipped Sue $100 for her trouble. They were about to pay for their items when they finally realized they still didn’t have a maternity bra. “Well, I’m not really sure how to measure this young lady at the moment” Sue noted, “but we can try a guess. Maternity bras are designed with changing breast size in mind to some degree, but I’m not sure that we have anything that would be a surefire win for Miss Jenny here. Lets take a quick “after measurement and see where it stands, shall we?” The “after” measurement turned out to be 41 inches. “That would mean a 28J bra when you are not engorged, dear. I don’t actually have that exact size in stock, as there are very few women who need it, but I do have a 32J that should work. When you are engorged, your size is going to be closer to a 28L, maybe even bigger from what I saw today, and that is going to have to be custom ordered I am afraid.” After a little discussion, it was decided that they would take the 32J in stock, but would wait on the possibility of ordering, as they didn’t know for sure how long this might go on. Jenny decided not to try the bra immediately, as she really needed a shower, so they took their bag of goodies, wished Sue a good night. “I hope we didn’t cause you too much trouble” Alan said. “If nothing else, I have a hell of a story to tell my poor husband. He’s never going to believe this one!” replied Sue. With that, Jenny and Alan headed for home. “Wow am I ever hungry, and thirsty!” Jenny said as they left the parking lot. “I’ll bet” said Alan. “I can’t imagine how many calories it takes to make that much milk, and now that it’s expended, your body is trying to replace it for the next time. It seems like your body thinks it has one hell of a baby to feed! Maybe someone in there thinks you are Octomom?” He teased. “God I hope not!” replied Jenny. Chapter 9: Adjustment Struggles When they arrived home, Jenny immediately ran to the bathroom to shower. Her hair was slightly crusted with dried milk, and she had a slightly sour smell already. When she stepped into the bathroom, she immediately turned on the water in the shower, then stepped aside to disrobe and grab a drink of water. As before, she turned the spigot of the bathroom sink so that she could use it more like a water fountain. When it hit her lips, the water was like heaven itself. “My god am I ever thirsty” she thought. Gulp after gulp of cool water went down the hatch, until finally she could take no more. This time, she was not interrupted, and actually drank her fill, which it turned out was quite a lot. Her little pooch belly was more like a big dog this time. She looked almost like she was a couple months pregnant. After than, she hopped into the shower to wash the stink of the stale milk off. Washing her hair felt incredibly satisfying. There was just something she enjoyed about the feeling of accomplishment that came with cleaning something really dirty. When she finally turned the water off, hands all pruned up as she had taken her sweet time, she exited the shower and was confronted with her reflection as always. Her breasts now sagged enough that their lower slopes hung down even with the lower part of her navel, almost framing it in a way. She lifted them in her hands, and they were much more pliable than she was used to. She could easily bring her nipples to her mouth, where normally this required a little wrestling to properly position. Her nipples didn’t look like her own any more, they were so huge now. Between that fact and the color change, very dark dusky brownish red, they felt foreign, but my word they were sensitive now. They still ached slightly from her first letdown experience. Jenny was conflicted. She was still somewhat scared about what was happening to her, and the logical side of her disliked the idea of being this much bustier, and the thought of having to milk herself. That said, the letdown she had experienced was unlike anything she had ever known, and it had been one of the most pleasurable experiences of her life. It simply felt so good that it was hard to hate it, despite all of the complications that came along with it. Jenny decided that it was time to try on her new bra, so she went back out to the bedroom and grabbed it. Back in front of the mirror, she tried it on for size. It took her a minute to get things sorted out, but once she was in, the fit wasn’t too bad. As expected, the band was a little too big, but it still fit relatively snugly, and she had a little bit of room for when the girls expanded as they became engorged, although not too much. It wasn’t the sexiest of bras, but it was at least relatively comfortable. Jenny snapped the straps gently in approval, grabbed her bathrobe, and headed to the kitchen to see about dinner. Alan had been waiting on Jenny to finish showering, and getting some food together for their dinner. He had taken a lasagna his mother had brought around and put it in the oven. He hadn’t expected Jenny to stay in the shower so long, but that was fine because it took a little while for the lasagna to bake properly. When Jenny reappeared from the shower, he let Jenny know that it was in there, and that timer was set.. “Thank god, I’m freaking STARVING!” Jenny said. “Remember what doc said about trying to limit calorie intake a little bit?” said Alan. “Yes, but I really am super hungry, honey. I’ll try to hold back as much as I can, but I can’t just go eating like a bird right now.” Alan gave her an understanding look, and then a little jab to keep the mood light. “Well, as long as it keeps you from trying to eat my arm in your sleep, I’m good with it. Now, is there any hot water left in the shower?” Jenny thought for a moment before answering in the affirmative, then reached into the cupboard for a bag of chips.. She tried to be discrete about it, but she was so hungry it was completely obvious, like a little kid trying to steal cookies.. “What? I need something to tide me over until the lasagna is ready” she protested in her best pleading doe-eyed way as Alan gave her a knowing look. “Okay, Angel. I’m off to shower. Just don’t eat everything in the kitchen, and leave a little room for ice cream, we still have a ton in the freezer we need to eat.” With that, he set off for the shower, and Jenny sat down on the couch with her bag of chips and the TV. 3 minutes later, the timer on the oven beeped. It caught Jenny in mid bite, and snapped her out of her reverie with the chips. She looked down, and what had been a full bag of chips was now almost nothing but crumbs. “Shit, I didn’t realize I was eating that many”. Thought Jenny. As she padded over to the oven, she got rid of the evidence by throwing the bag away, then turned the oven off and removed the lasagna tray to let it cool for a few minutes. A few minutes seemed like an eternity. After maybe 2 minutes, she couldn’t wait any longer, and cut out a piece. It was still way too hot, but her hunger seemed to be overriding her fear of the pain. The first bite burned a little bit, but it tasted so good that Jenny soon forgot the pain entirely. The next thing she knew, the piece was gone, and she was already in the midst of helping herself to another piece, this one the size of brick. Moments later she was vaguely aware of eating more lasagna directly from the tray. Then the lasagna is gone, and Jenny remembers Alan’s comment about the ice cream in the freezer. Jenny had a well known weakness for chocolate peanut butter ice cream, and as everyone knew about it, it had become by far the most popular gift item they had received from friends and relatives. Pretty much their entire freezer was full of the stuff last she had checked. Jenny opened the freezer, and there were only two pint size cartons of ice cream. “That’s weird” she thought momentary. Then she opened the first container, grabbed a serving spoon, and started to dig in. The hard ice cream fought her every step of the way, but she had a kind of determination that was foreign to her and dug in intently, to the point that she was bending the spoon. Before she knew it, she was scraping the bottom of the carton. She was reaching into the freezer for the last one when She felt a grip around her wrist, pulling her back. “Whoa, whoa whoa!” Angel, are you okay?” Alan had grabbed her wrist and turned her to face him. Jenny was initially upset that he had intruded on her single minded focus, then snapped out of it and looked around at the aftermath of her food trance, or whatever you call it. “I…. ummm…… Wow do I ever have a brain freeze!” Jenny suddenly realized. Her focus had apparently drowned that part of the experience out until Alan snapped her out of it. After a few moments of excruciating pain, she finally passed through the other side and came somewhat back to normal. “Holy cow honey”, Alan said “I was only gone for 15 minutes or so. You ate all of that ice cream in 15 minutes?” Jenny looked at him slightly confused. “Well, I’m not sure 1 pint of ice cream counts as all that much in 15 minutes” she protested. “Where did the rest of it go then, Angel? There were like 15 pints in there.“ “There were only the two when I opened the door just now” Jenny answered, and Alan could tell she was being honest. She could see his wheels spinning, and suddenly Alan turned and walked into the garage. He went to the large wheeled trash bin in the corner, opened the lid and pulled the bag on the top off. He found what he was looking for underneath. What appeared to be around a dozen empty 1 pint cartons of chocolate peanut butter ice cream. He held up one for her to see. It was dried out, obviously not recently consumed. “I think we found your mystery weight gain from the other night” he said. “But… I don’t remember eating those”. Jenny said with a confused look on her face. “I think you might have been sleepwalking, or sleep eating as the case may be” said Alan. “I remember you getting out of bed shortly after our last go of the night, complaining that you were thirsty. I must have drifted off to sleep before you came back. I had no idea you were out here inhaling, what is that, nearly 16,000 calories worth of ice cream?” It took a moment for Jenny to get her head around it, but finally she realized he must be right. She had been wondering where that weight came from as well. “When I just came out to the kitchen, you seemed to be in almost a trance eating that ice cream. I had to grab your wrist to even get you to answer me. I had called your name probably 6 times by that point. You looked like you were going to kill me for a moment there”. Jenny was embarrassed now, her cheeks flushing. “ I’m so sorry honey, I don’t know what comes over me with food right now. It’s been this way since the treatment. I just can’t stop when there is food in front of me.” Alan softened immediately. It had not been his intent to shame Jenny, he was just trying to get to the bottom of what is going on. “I didn’t mean to sound accusatory, Angel, sorry about that. I know it’s not your fault”. With that he stepped over and embraced her warmly. “I think that the hunger has to be coming from the lactation. Your body is demanding a lot of food in order to have energy to make milk. Same with all of the water. We need to ask Dr. Andrews about this though. It seems little out of the ordinary. I mean, I don’t think women normally produce as much milk as you just did, let alone on their first time, right?” Jenny nodded against Alan’s shoulder. “It does seem to be very unusual. I guess that shouldn’t be all that surprising, given the nature of the treatment, but it’s still a little hard to believe.“ “Lets go relax a while honey, okay?” Alan half asked, half suggested. Jenny agreed, and they decided to watch a movie together and relax on the couch. Jenny went and changed out of her bathrobe into some pajama pants and a loose fitting T-shirt. She left the maternity bra on for now. Alan cleaned up the mess from the lasagna on the counter, and when they were both done, they headed into the living room. After a little more conversation, they settled in to watch a movie. Jenny leaned across Alan’s lap with a pillow as they watched. Before he knew it she was asleep. “Guess the food coma has set in” Alan thought. He let her sleep, while he watched. About an hour into the movie, Alan looked down to check on Jenny. She was snoozing comfortably on her back, her head on the pillow in his lap. She had a blanket over her legs and body up to about her armpits. The reflected light from their projector screen was catching Jenny’s breasts in just such a way that it really highlighted the bulge that was forming where her breasts stuck out the top of the bra just slightly. Alan couldn’t remember if that was there when they laid down or not, but he didn’t remember it, and he tended to notice that sort of thing. After a moment admiring Jenny’s new profile, he went back to watching the movie. About 10 minutes later, he glanced down again. This time it was clear that her breasts were bulging out the top of the bra more than before. “Wow, I think the milk is already starting to come back in. It’s only been about 4 hours” he thought. Over the course of the next 30 minutes or so, Alan kept glancing back at Jenny’s bust, and each time the bulge was a little bigger than before. Eventually, he was watching Jenny more than he was watching the movie. Soon it became obvious that her breasts were not just bulging out of the bra, they were stretching the whole thing, and growing higher off her chest. Finally, Alan made the decision to wake Jenny up, he was afraid the bra might be damaged or leaked on if he didn’t. It took quite a shake to finally wake Jenny, and when she did wake, she was disoriented for a moment. Alan explained the situation, Jenny looked down at her breasts, and immediately let out a little “eep” type of sound. Then she just looked at them for a moment, still half asleep. Finally she seemed to come to her senses. “Help me get this bra off, it’s really tight and the clasps are weird”. She leaned forward and Alan helped her lift her T-shirt off over her shoulders., then tried to undo the clasps of the bra. They didn’t want to budge. “This thing works like a normal bra, right?” he asked. “Yeah, it’s just got more hooks than I’m used to, and it’s really tight right now. It might take some elbow grease. Come on, you are usually a pro at this honey!” She teased. Using both hands, and a good deal of force, Alan was finally able to get the clasp to release. The weight of Jenny’s breasts, and the tension created by their growth was impressive to say the least. “ Good lord, Angel they feel like medicine balls.” Jenny looked back at him over her shoulder. “Tell me about it! They are so heavy, and they feel so hot. It’s like last time, except I think they feel a little bigger already. I guess we better figure out how to use that breast pump”. Alan rushed to get it out of the packaging, then fumbled with the hoses and cups. Once they had the whole thing together, Jenny sat down at the kitchen table and waited. She could feel that the process was not quite complete yet. Already her breasts were nearly as large as they had become before. “Shouldn’t we be putting this thing on and starting?” Alan asked. “I don’t feel like it’s quite to that point yet” was the reply. Jenny sat back in her chair at the dining table, which was an old heirloom that Alan’s grandmother had insisted they take. It was beautifully made, with inlaid contrasting trim. The chairs were comfy padded affairs with matching inlay on the backs. “I think we might want to get something on here honey” said Jenny. “I wouldn’t want to damage the table if this thing leaks or something.” Alan agreed and went to rummaging through a large drawer in the kitchen for a moment. He found a large rubberized tablecloth that they used outdoors on picnic tables and the like. He moved the breast pump aside for a moment and laid the tablecloth out, then returned the pump to its position in front of Jenny at the head of the table. Jenny was sitting in an slumped position, her arms over her breasts. She could feel the process working it’s way through, although this time it felt different than the first time. She wasn’t getting the mildly painful pins and needles feeling, just a more pleasant tingling sensation as her milk ducts gradually filled with milk. Alan sat down next to her, literally on the edge of his seat. “Anything you need, Angel?” he asked. “I could use a nice juicy steak!” She cracked. “Believe it or not, I am actually still hungry” she said with a look that betrayed mixed emotions. Part of her thought it was a bit funny, but part of her also worried about what was happening. “That’s a bit amazing” he answered. “I couldn’t eat ¼ of the food you ate just a few minutes ago, I don’t think I’d even get close to that really. We need to tell the doc about this tomorrow morning, okay?” Jenny of course agreed. Suddenly Jenny sat upright in her chair, and started pulling herself a little closer to the table, in preparation for the pump. When she did so, Alan got a good look at her breasts. They looked enormous, jutting further than seemed possible off her chest. Her areola and nipples seemed to be reaching for table in front of them in a way, as her breasts had a somewhat pointy profile due to her large conical areola and extremely large nipples. Her breasts themselves even seemed to taper outward around the areola a little bit in a sort of teardrop shape. Her areola was very dark, and looked constricted and tense, as did her massive nipples. Jenny scooched up to the table, leaned forward so that her breasts rested lightly on the table top, and reached for the breast pump. She positioned the two cups over her nipples, the cups themselves just barely fit over her nipples, and asked Alan to turn the machine on. “Lets see if the sucking action will help the process along. I don’t think I want to wait for the letdown reaction again” she said. Alan flipped the switch and the machine whirred to life. It made an ensemble of different noises, pops and clicks and whirs in a rhythmic pattern. Jenny’s nipples were sucked into the cups and stretched out quite a bit, the suction alternately pulling and then releasing, simulating the action a newborn would use. Jenny was obviously feeling it, as she let out a small yip and closed her eyes, then settled into a sort of breathless reverie. No milk came out into the clear tubes at first. “That feels really good” Jenny said through heavy-lidded eyes. “I think the milk will come in a minute here. I can feel it building.” Alan sat almost mesmerized by the sight before him, as Jenny’s breasts were extended onto the table directly in front of him.. Her eyes were closed as her concentration was clearly directed inward. Alan looked down at front of her breasts, with the apparatus attached. Jenny sat what seemed like perfectly still, but Alan could see some movement. The leading edge of the breast pump reservoirs was slowly but surely moving further away from Jenny. The lines of the checkered tablecloth created clear points of reference, and sure enough it was moving. It was millimeters, but he could see it. “Angel, are you leaning forward?” he asked. “Well I am leaning on the table, if that is what you mean”. She answered. “ No, I mean are you shifting forwards or are you in a stable position? I don’t mean to alarm you, but if you are sitting still, I think I can actually see your breasts growing”. “That can’t be, I must be leaning into this a little as I get comfortable”. She replied. “Here,I’ll get my ribcage up against the table to make sure it’s steady”. With the she leaned back in the chair and scooched it in until her ribcage was up against the side of the table, and her torso was steadily wedged between the back of the chair and the table. “Okay, now check. I’m not moving now.” Alan mentally marked their spot against the checkers and watched intently for a few moments, and sure enough, they were definitely moving. He passed on that news to Jenny, who was somewhat amazed. “I mean, they feel like they are filling up, but I didn’t think it would be that much of a physical change” she exclaimed. In the space of a minute, they had gained about ¼ inch towards the next line of checkers. Alan guessed they were almost 12 inches total over the end of the table, and steadily gaining. They had to be 9 inches or so deep on the table as well, and they appeared almost as if they were ready to explode. They looked impossibly firm, and the veins beneath the skin seemed to bulge ever more blue with each breath. Over the course of the next 2 minutes, the growth seemed to accelerate, and the leading edge gained almost an entire inch. Finally Jenny started to feel a tingle that indicated letdown was imminent. It felt like that feeling that comes over your body just before the valves open and you begin to urinate. Milk started to appear in the tubes little by little, and in a matter of moments, the pumps were hard at work. Jenny seemed to be in a state of near ecstasy, oblivious to her surroundings. Thuck, thuck, thuck, went the pump, and the little reservoirs quickly started to fill. Faster with each passing second it seemed, as Jenny started breathing heavily, and little tremors started to visibly pass through her body. The reservoirs were nearly full in under a minute, and the rate of flow was steadily increasing. Alan started to think about how he was going to change the reservoirs without having to stop Jenny, when suddenly he noticed milk starting to leak out around the nipple cups. Jenny seemed to be steadily progressing towards an impending orgasm, and seemed completely unaware of this development. “Ahh, Angel…. We’re going to have to do something here.” “Mmmm?” came the muffled reply. It seemed she had heard him, but was barely comprehending through the orgasmic haze. “The bottles are nearly full, my love”. “Mmmhmmmm……” She answered, clearly not really comprehending at this point. Suddenly the bottles were at their limit, and the pump ran out of suction. The flow of milk reversed, and shot back out around the nipple cups, breaking the suction completely. Jenny finally noticed what was going on, looked down, pulled the cups away from her nipples and immediately grabbed them with her hands, pumping with thumb and forefinger as Sue had shown her. Her milk sprayed forcefully across the table, again and again, and the jets seemed to gain pressure each time as she figured out how the procedure worked. Jenny was clearly in the throes of an orgasm now, completely unaware of the mess she was causing as the milk ran across the tablecloth and and sprayed so far it went out over the other end of the 8 foot long table completely. Thinking quickly, Alan ran and grabbed a handful of towels from a drawer in the kitchen. He laid one over Jenny’s outstretched breasts to catch the spray, and others around her in a sort of makeshift dam to collect her milk as it ran across the table top. Milk was still leaking down off the tablecloth though, so he went around the table and pulled the chairs out so they were out of the flow. The cloth cushions had already taken a few drops of milk, but it wasn’t too bad. Jenny continued her milky orgasm for several more minutes, before finally the taps ran dry and she collapsed, he head flopping down on top of her breasts into the towel Alan had laid out. It was very wet out by her nipples, but dry where her face landed. Milk steadily dripped from the sides of the table in a steady pitter patter on the carpet. “Well, that was...interesting” Said Alan. “I think we maybe better try that in the shower next time, and I need to figure something out with the bottles because those are obviously way too small.” Jenny woke up a bit from her post-coital drowsiness, and took stock of things. “Oh, wow! I had not even noticed that you were doing anything with towels. What a mess”. She frowned, and taking the towel from her breasts, started trying to clean things up, somewhat futilely. “Just leave it babe, I’ll get it while you get yourself a shower, ok? Otherwise you are going to stink like stale milk, and we can’t have that in bed, now can we?” The sly smile on his face betrayed his sarcasm, and Jenny was thankful for the consideration. Now that the towel was off her breasts, Jenny looked at them with a combination of awe and horror. They were flattened out a bit now that they were empty, and they seemed to stretch out in front of her impossibly far, and wide as well. She guessed they must be nearly 15 inches long and at least as wide now as they flattened out, but still about 5 inches deep. Her nipples looked even more huge than before, and they ached a sort of post-orgasmic ache that both hurt slightly, and was at the same time mildly erotic. Her whole breasts throbbed with a milder version of the same feeling, and she could feel her heartbeat through them. finally Jenny had collected herself enough to move, and she shimmied the chair out and slowly got to her feet. Her breasts stuck slightly to the table, as some milk had apparently already dried enough to be tacky, or maybe it was just her sweat. In any case, it felt good to be up. She gave Alan a hug and kiss, thanked him for taking care of the mess, and made her way towards the shower. Chapter 10: Attempting to calm the beast within. The following morning, they went to Doctor Andrew’s office and reported the events of the previous night. After taking her vitals, etc, Dr. Andrews reported that nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary any more than before, and that this was simply the side effect of the large amounts of prolactin her body was producing. She did profess that she was surprised at the extent of the lactation, but when the truth about the calorie intake was revealed, it did make more sense. Dr. Andrews counselled that they really needed to curb Jenny’s calorie intake, no matter how hungry she might be. This way they could reduce the growth and hopefully bring Jenny’s hormone levels back to a somewhat normal level. She also assured them that all of the other participants had already started leveling off and were headed back in the path to normalcy, and so she believed it would be with Jenny soon as well. They took note of Jenny’s weight, which was up to 128 lbsIT seemed to Jenny as if the last 14 lbs must all be in her breasts, but it was also clear that some of it must have gone to other areas, as she didn’t look nearly as drawn as before. When they arrived at home, Alan went to the fridge and started sorting through things. He took out all of the high-calorie food and put it in a cooler, to be taken to his parents house. They had decided that they would only purchase what they intended to eat for the day, and that was avoid temptation or the possibility of further sleep eating on Jenny’s part. For the next two weeks, they ate a regimented and healthy diet. Jenny continued to drink a lot of water, and her milking sessions were still quite productive, although she now used the shower stall. Alan had rigged up a couple silicon hoses to the output of the nipple cups, replacing the two small bottles. The first couple times, this system didn’t quite work, as Jenny’s milk production seemed to exceed the pumping capacity of the machine and the cups would leak until she finally just gave up and hand expressed. Each time was an orgasmic experience at first, but as her diet took effect, her milk production decreased until she was able to use the pump normally, and the pleasure derived from the experience seemed to go as well. Jenny hated the diet with a passion, and the reduced calorie intake showed in her energy levels after just a few days. She took to napping a lot, and was somewhat irritable and distant even when she was awake. She was in a constant state of severe hunger, and it made concentration difficult. Nevertheless she stuck with it, determined to do as the doctor thought was best. Her breasts did seem to shrink in size slightly, but after a week it became clear that it wasn’t just her breasts. Jenny was losing a large amount of weight, and was starting to appear a little gaunt through her frame, as she had before the procedure, but not to that level yet. Even with her reduced milk production, Jenny was still producing well over three times what the average breast-feeding mother produced per day, and her breasts still overwhelmed the overmatched nursing bra when engorged. The rest of her frame just kept losing weight day by day though, and it started showing in her face. By the time 10 days had rolled around Jenny was back down to 113 lbs, 15 down from the doctor’s appointment weigh in, and over Jenny’s objections, Alan finally convinced her that they needed to see the doc again. Doctor Andrews examined Jenny with a concerned eye. It didn’t make sense that she was losing weight like she was. The diet they had her on was not especially restrictive, in fact it was a 2000 calorie per day diet. The problem seemed to be that Jenny’s body appeared to be rationing those calories in a very strange way. Rather than take what was needed to feed her own body, and then distribute the remaining energy towards producing milk, Jenny’s body seemed to be prioritizing milk production above all else, to the point where she showed the beginning signs of severe malnourishment despite the normal diet she was consuming. “I don’t understand why this is happening, but I suspect it might have something to do with your head injury, Jenny. I think we need to do some detailed scans of your brain to see if we can find out what is going on, but in the mean time I can’t recommend that you continue with the diet. You need to eat more, or you will start to suffer organ failure in a week or less.” The look of concern and confusion on Dr. Andrews face was clear. “Here is what I would like you to do.” she went on. “I would like you to gradually increase your caloric intake until you start to regain weight. How you feel might be a good indication of whether it’s enough or not. Lets start with 2500 calories per day, okay? Also, I want you to eat your fill tonight in order to get your body started off on the path to recovery. Your blood work indicated that you need a lot more protein in your diet as well, so I would suggest possibly adding a protein supplement, like protein bars or the like. I will contact the brain imaging folks and look for some advice on how we should proceed with the testing, but in the meantime, I would like you to focus on finding a happy balance in your diet. You are welcome to call with any concerns of course. Oh, and I think we need to take a sample of your milk for testing before you go. Any questions?” Jenny didn’t have any questions, but after a moment, Alan spoke up. “I just want to make sure one point is clear here. You do understand that the last time Jenny was allowed to eat her fill, she ate about a dozen pints of ice cream? Is that kind of binge ok, or should we avoid that? I know with starving patients they say not to give them too much food or water immediately because it could send them into shock and they could die.” Dr. Andrews thought about it for a moment, then replied. “I see what you are worried about, but I think this situation is a little different. In a starving patient, the stomach has shrunken and the body tries to conserve water by pulling it from organs that are not currently helping in the fight for survival, like your stomach, so the patient’s stomach is not prepared to handle much food or water and overdoing it can be fatal. Jenny has been eating normally though, and especially drinking a lot of fluids, so her stomach should work like normal. I can’t advise going totally nuts, but I think you should eat until your body tells you that you have had enough, Jenny.” Chapter 11: The Beast Unleashed. After a few more routine questions, Jenny and Alan headed out the door. They stopped at the grocery store on the way home, and Alan let Jenny do the shopping. By the time she was done, she had nearly a full shopping cart’s worth of food of all varieties. Well, all of the unhealthy, high-calorie varieties anyway.. “I guess what they say about never going to the grocery store when you are hungry is true after all” Jenny joked with a smile. Just the mere thought of eating like she wanted seemed to be perking her up. When they arrived at home they unpacked all of the groceries, much to the horror of their cat Abby. Abby had a strange aversion to plastic bags, and always ran away as if the hounds of hell were chasing her at the merest rustling of a plastic bag. “ I really wish I know what happened to her to cause that fear” Alan commented. “It must have been something while she was a stray, or maybe her previous owners?” Jenny “ummhmmed” her agreement, and kept packing stuff into the fridge. She suddenly seemed strangely distant, and Alan could tell she was thinking about something. “Everything ok, Angel?” he asked. “Yeah….I was just thinking about something”. “Anything you care to share?” he probed, trying not to pry too much but obviously curious what was up. “Well, it’s just that I’m a little nervous.” She said. Alan nodded, and gave Jenny the time she obviously needed to find a way to say whatever it was that she was nervous about saying. Finally she seemed to resign herself to just saying it. “This feels really weird, and I hope it doesn’t hurt your feelings, but I’d kinda like to be alone while I eat, if it’s ok with you.” She paused, then explained further. “It’s just, I’m pretty sure that I’m going to go into one of those “food trances” again, and I’m embarrassed about you seeing me like that. I know you have what’s best for me at heart, but I think I am projecting my own feelings of guilt onto you somehow, even though I know you are not judging me. I hope that doesn’t sound too selfish” She frowned, obviously worried about how Alan would perceive her request. While Alan would be lying if he didn’t admit there was an initial tinge of rejection to the way he felt, and a tiny bit of worry for her, it very quickly became clear that the best thing he could do was honor Jenny’s request. “Okay my love, I guess it’s dinner for one tonight. This is one hell of a spread for one person. Color me jealous”. Jenny knew that he was putting a little bit of a brave face on it, but she appreciated his somewhat lame attempt at humor nonetheless. It showed her that he cared more about her feelings than his own. She turned and gave him a big hug, holding it wordlessly for a moment. Finally she looked up and said “thanks for that, babe. I know it’s a kind of shitty thing to ask, and I am truly sorry. I’ll call you as soon as I’m done, I just don’t want you to see me in that trance state right now. I’m embarrassed by the fact that I don’t really have real control over it.” Alan gave her a squeeze, feeling her bony shoulders and then kissed her on the forehead. “It’s ok, Angel. Everyone needs a little “me time” at some point. I’ll see if I can go over to Mike’s place and hang out for a while. I can probably crash there if it gets late. Just promise that you will call if you need anything, ok?” Jenny promised that she would, so Alan set about calling his best friend Mike. They had known each other since they could remember, and theirs was a friendship that didn’t need maintenance. No matter how long they had been apart, when they got together it was as if they just saw each other yesterday. Mike was happy to hear from Alan, and immediately invited him over when he heard that Alan was looking to hang out. They hadn’t been able to do so for a few months due to Jenny’s condition, so it was a welcome opportunity to catch up. Alan packed a small day-bag with a change of clothes and toiletries, kissed Jenny goodbye, and wished her luck. The truth was he was a little worried about what would happen, but he respected Jenny enough to let her make the call without questioning it. Once Alan had gone, Jenny finally felt free of the constraint that the diet had become. First order of business she decided was to get a drink. She walked back to the bathroom, turned the faucet like she had become accustomed to doing, and started to gulp down water as if her life depended on it. She had been holding back on her consumption of water in the past weeks, in part because without the food to help process it, her body just seemed to dump any extra water she drank out as urine. This time she intended to give her body all of the fuel it could take, and she was a little nervous about what the results would be. There was something in her subconscious that seemed to need this desperately though, and it was driving her ahead as if she was on autopilot. She drank and drank and drank, until finally she could take no more. Her belly looked slightly distended, like the belly of a starving child, but she could immediately feel her body start to absorb the water, as if it knew what was coming. Jenny then stripped off her clothes and changed into something more comfortable. It was a warm evening, so she went with a pair of loose fitting shorts and one of Alan’s oversized button down shirts over her maternity bra. She probably would have gone naked if she didn’t plan to use the outdoor grill. Next she set about cooking. She took the largest pot they had, one intended for deep frying an entire turkey, filled it with water, and put it on to boil. She had a bunch of pasta she wanted to cook but she knew this would take a while to boil. In the meantime, she set out to prepare some other dishes. She fired up the gas grill, in preparation for cooking some steak, and turned on the oven, preparing to make some pizza. Then she noticed the box of cookies she had picked up. They were the in house baked variety, chocolate chip with walnuts. The first bite tasted like heaven itself in her mouth, and for the next two minutes she was in bliss. Until she reached back into the box and found it empty that is. A primal form of disappointment flashed through her mind, then she snapped back into her normal self for a minute. She noticed that her belly was already smaller, her body having absorbed the copious amounts of water she had consumed already. Her skin seemed to have floated, no longer drawn tightly over her scrawny frame as she was, for the moment at least, overhydrated. She looked almost plump compared to a few minutes ago. The oven beeped to indicate it was ready, and Jenny popped in two large Pizzas, set the timer for 25 minutes, and closed the door. She then proceeded to the fridge and removed two very large ribeyes she had selected from the butchers. She stepped out to the porch and threw them on the grill. Normally she would have seasoned them with salt and pepper, but right now she just didn’t care. Stepping back inside, Jenny opened the cupboard to look for another quick snack as she waited. She found the box of protein bars that Doc Andrews had recommended, and they seemed to be calling her name like a siren in the desert. She could almost feel that her body needed protein. She tore into them one after the other, undeterred by their almost gritty texture and rather bland flavor. In minutes, the entire box of 12 was gone, and Jenny again snapped back to reality. She realised she needed to flip her steaks, and did so. For the next hour and a half, Jenny cooked, and ate. She ate the two ribeyes first, followed by the two pizzas, 4 boxes worth of angel hair spaghetti, and finally, that last pint of the peanut butter-chocolate ice cream. When it was all down, Jenny felt thirsty again, so she returned to the bathroom and had another go at her makeshift fountain. Finally, bloated to the point that she almost looked pregnant, Jenny tottered over to the couch and crashed onto her back. Sleep pulled her down relentlessly, and she felt like gravity had multiplied for a moment and was sucking her down into the coach with relentless force, and before she knew it, she was asleep.. Chapter 12: Interlude and confessional Alan And Mike were sitting on the porch at Mike’s place, talking and enjoying a beer. They had been catching up for a while, talking about the news, new cars that were coming out, politics, etc. Now the conversation had turned to what was happening with Jenny. “So is she feeling better after the treatment you mentioned the other week?” Mike asked. “ Well, yes she was feeling a lot better, but there have been some ahh….complications.” Alan answered. “Jenny felt great right after the treatment, she started gaining weight back, and she nearly ripped my dick off in bed, but then things took a turn towards the weird. She actually started lactating, as if she just had a baby, and her boobs started to get enormous. The doctor thought it would pass quickly, but when Jenny’s boobs started getting really huge, she had us try a diet since Jenny was eating everything in sight. The idea was that if we cut down on her calorie intake, her body would shut down the milk production in order to conserve energy, but it didn’t work out that way. The problem is that when she went on the diet, she started feeling horrible again, losing weight just like before, everywhere but from her boobs, and the doc said she was actually showing signs of malnutrition which is bizarre. So now the doctor has told us to try increasing her calorie intake a little until the weight loss stops and she starts gaining weight again.” Mike looked at his beer for a moment, then finally asked ”So how are you two doing? I mean, she didn’t kick you out tonight or something, did she?” “I think we’re ok”. Alan answered “ She asked me to give her some privacy tonight because the doc told her to eat until she was full tonight, and she said it’s embarrassing when I see her eat so much. “ How much could she possibly eat that she’s getting embarrassed about it?” asked Mike. “Well, it’s not so much how much she eats as it is the fact that she kinda losses it a little when she does. It’s almost like a survival instinct kicks in or something, she doesn’t even remember it afterwards sometimes. She does put away a whole lot of food though, one night she ate like a dozen pints of ice cream and didn't even remember doing it Mainly I think it freaks her out a little, and she doesn’t like being out of control”. “Nobody does, at least not normal people” Mike said. “ Well, hopefully the doctors figure it out soon. In the meantime, at least she will feel better than she was. It was pretty scary there for a while”. Alan nodded his agreement, and sipped his beer thoughtfully. “I just hope she doesn’t keep eating like this, or she’s going to eat us out of house and home in no time flat“ he said with a laugh. “Shouldn’t the hospital be covering that? I mean, they did agree to take full responsibility, didn’t they? This is an additional cost that they should bear, not you. They are the ones that seem to have goofed after all.” Alan nodded and said he would look into it, but really his mind was distant. He was worried about Jenny, and he had to admit he was more than a little bit curious what he would find when he came home. “ So when you say her boobs are getting huge, what kinda size are we talking about? Jenny was already pretty busty in my book, how much bigger could they get in just a couple weeks?” “Big enough that the maternity shops don’t carry a big enough size” Alan replied, and if she keeps going like this, I don’t think we will be able to find her a bra anywhere. It seems like 95% of the food she eats goes straight to her boobs. They are like a size JJ now. “JJ?! Holy crap, that is big” said Mike, I thought you might be exaggerating a bit.” “No, actually they are probably bigger than that now, or at least they will be, considering that Jenny is probably going to eat half a cow tonight and most of it will go to her boobs.” Alan replied. “I’m actually a little worried about that.” “ Wait, you are worried about her growing bigger boobs? this from the guy who never could find a girl big enough to satisfy his fantasies?” Mike teased. Mike was probably the only person in the world who knew Alan’s obsession with big boobs. It had come up in drunken conversation one night ages ago when they were in their teens, and Mike had never let Alan live it down. “ How did I know that was going to come up?” Alan laughed. “Believe it or not, I do actually care more about my wife’s well being than boobs.” It was all good natured ribbing, and they both knew it. “It is a bit crazy though.” “Well, hopefully it all works out, in the meantime, enjoy the side perks if you can” Mike chuckled, and with that, the conversation turned back to cars. Chapter 13: Return of the Beast Jenny woke from her slumber very slowly. She could barely think straight, her mind was so foggy with sleep. Something had woken her, but she wasn’t sure what it was. Then suddenly there was a thump of little feet on her lap, as Abby jumped up onto her and Meowed. It seemed Miss Abby had decided it was time for dinner. She must have woken Jenny up with a prior attempt to gain her attention. Jenny made up her mind to get up, and finally rolled off the couch to her feet. As she stood up, she got a headrush, lost her balance, and sat back down onto the couch. It was only after the headrush passed that she started to truly wake up, and suddenly she noticed her breasts. There was a very strong sense of pressure, and they were already visibly larger than befores she went to sleep. Quite a bit larger. She realized with a start that her maternity bra, which had been fitting pretty well the last few days, was incredibly tight. Tight enough that it was quite uncomfortable actually. Jenny undid the buttons on Alan’s oversized shirt, and took a look. Her breasts were bulging well out of the top of the bra, she probably had about 2 inches tall of a boob “muffin top” sticking out the top of the bra already, and it seemed like the pressure was steadily increasing. She reached for the rear hooks of the bra, and came to a another realization. She couldn’t get the bra off by herself. Jenny’s mind raced. Where was Alan? “Oh yeah, I sent him out for the night” She remembered finally. As she set out across the room to go to the kitchen, she tripped over Abby, who was circling her legs. “Oii, Sorry babe” she apologized, but Abby didn’t seem to mind the accidental bump so much as the lack of food in her bowl. She ran off towards where her food was kept, then back to Jenny and pawed her leg, meowing the whole time and trying to get her to follow. Jenny checked the time, and was surprised to see it was 12:30 AM. “Wow, no wonder you are hungry. Ok, lets get you some food.” She walked over and got a scoop of Abby’s food, put it in her bowl, and Abby hungrily tucked into her meal. Next Jenny set about finding her phone, and called Alan. “Babe, I need you home, can you come back or have you had too many beers?” she asked. Alan replied that he was still fine as he hadn’t had a beer in about 3 hours and had only had 3 all night. He said he’d be right there. Mike’s house was about a 15 minute drive away, so Jenny had a few minutes so occupy herself before he arrived. She sat down at the kitchen counter for a moment, her legs fidgeting with nervous energy. Her whole body seemed to be tingling with nervous energy now, like it would if she had way too much coffee. Suddenly she realized that she was extremely thirsty again. She thought about it, and decided to resist the urge, as it would likely increase the amount of growth. 2 minutes later, the urge to drink something won out over her willpower. She felt like she was on a desert march dying from thirst, and it just kept getting worse. She quickly marched back to the bathroom and set up her makeshift water fountain. Gulp after gulp of water went down her throat, when suddenly a realization seemed to come to her body somehow. Suddenly her throat just relaxed and allowed the water to simply pour down through. She had seen people do this before in college. A stupid trick that allowed them to chug a beer in record time. right now it just felt like a lot less work though, and as the water poured down her throat, she turned up the pressure to the max setting. a minute later she found herself feeling light headed from lack of air, she couldn’t breath like this after all, and stepped back from the water to catch her breath. Her makeshift water fountain sprayed out of the sink with the water pressure up this high and the nozzle aimed up and out of the sink, spraying her right in the face and chest. “Shit!” Jenny muttered, quickly turned the water off. “That’s all I needed”. She shook her hands off, and reached for a towel. She caught sight of herself in the full length bathroom mirror as she did so. Alan’s button down shirt had become see-through from the dousing, and she could see the outline of her maternity bra clearly through the now sheer fabric. It’s not like she would have needed that sheerness to get a good idea of what was going on though, her breasts were positively overwhelming her bra, bulging way out of the top, and even out under the straps to the sides in little separate muffin tops poking in the direction of her armpits. The buttons on Alan’s shirt were being pulled apart and little diamond shaped holes were forming between them in the center of her bustline. When she looked down, Jenny’s chin brushed the top of her cleavage, it was puffing out so high. Jenny suddenly realized that she could feel the bra getting tighter as she stood there. She could also feel all of the water she had just drank being processed through her stomach, and pumped up towards her ever-larger breasts in order to make yet more milk. “Good lord, what does my body think it needs to feed, the Chinese army?” Jenny wondered aloud. Jenny’s self examination was interrupted by the sound of the garage door opening as Alan pulled into the garage. She gave her reflection one last glimpse, then padded out to meet him. Alan opened the door from the garage and turned to set his bag down, as Jenny approached, then turned and saw her. Jenny stopped where she was, and brought her arms down from their position across her breasts to her sides in a quite deliberate and somewhat forced motion, as she felt like hiding at the moment. “I think think we may have an issue” she said flatly as she did so. Alan eyes widened with realization, and he simply stared for a moment. After what seemed an eternity to Jenny, but was probably actually less than half a second, Alan finally said something. Well, he tried anyway. “Whoa!” Was all that actually escaped his mouth, his eyes locked on Jenny’s immense and straining bustline. Finally he seemed to snap out of his stupor and looked up to Jenny’s eyes before he continued. “Are you okay angel? I mean do you feel ok? Obviously somethings not right here, but do we need to run to the hospital?” “Actually, I feel really hyper, but otherwise okay” Jenny replied. “I don’t feel sick or anything, I’m just in a bit of discomfort from this damned bra. I can’t get the thing off. Can you give me a hand?” Alan hustled into action, glad to be able to actually do something rather than just offer moral support. “No problem, Angel” he replied as he moved to help her. Jenny unbuttoned the shirt and removed it. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black panties and her overmatched bra underneath. She turned and presented her back to Alan, pulling her dark hair out of the way as she did so. The band was cutting deep into Jenny’s skin, and there was obvious irritation along it’s edges as evidenced by reddened skin. Alan tried to get his fingers underneath the band in order to get a good hold on it and pull the two sides together, but there was precious little room. Jenny let out a little peep of discomfort when he first tried it. “ Sorry, Angel, my hands aren’t really fitting in here very well. Give me just a second.” Alan changed tack, and using just his index finger, he attempted to slide it between back and band directly in the center of Jenny’s back through the narrow channel formed by her back muscles around the spinal column. It was still too tight to easily get through, and Alan was worried about poking Jenny with his fingernail if he tried to force it. He realized Jenny was hunched slightly forward, her arms out in front of her, which spread out her back and flattened that channel.. Can you bring your shoulderblades together, Angel? It might give me a better angle at this. Jenny realized what he was going for, and complied, but not without discomfort. The act thrust out her chest, and put even more pressure on her already too tight bra. She could feel a slight shift in the structure of the thing, and they both heard a small pop noise. Jenny froze for a moment. “I think it might break if I go any further, and it kinda hurts. Try it like that, okay?” Alan tried again and was able to slide his index finger through the gap. ‘Okay, I’ve got a start here, Angel, just need to get my other hand in to get the leverage…” His voice trailed off as he was obviously working with his hands to leverage the band out and make some extra room. Finally he had a couple fingers inside the band on each side, and worked them down through until he could wrap his fingers back to get a grip. Just as he reached that point, there was a small “pink” sound from the clasp at the back of the bra. It shifted slightly, and Alan could see that the lower half of the clasp had moved, twisting the whole thing slightly. They both had frozen at the sound, and in Jenny’s case feel. Jenny hadn’t said anything, but her breasts seemed to be gaining speed with their growth by the moment. She could feel the bra getting ever tighter, and she swore she could see her cleavage puffing up ever higher when she looked down. With the pause, Alan could suddenly feel the strap getting tighter around his fingers as well, although he attributed it to Jenny moving. “can you relax and loosen it up again, Angel? It’s getting really tight and making this a little difficult” he said. “That’s as loose as it gets, and it’s going to get even tighter if you wait. My boobs are growing really fast right now” Jenny replied. “Alan took a moment to process that, then said “Now or never then. Here goes. Hope this doesn’t hurt too much”. Alan then twisted his hands in order to get purchase on the straps in an attempt to pull them together and release the 6 or so hooks holding the back of the bra. He grunted with effort, and the bra seemed to tighten impossibly on Jenny’s poor breasts, then suddenly there was a crunching noise, and both sides of the band popped from Alan’s hands as the clasp released its hold and the bra rubber-banded forward. Jenny’s breasts surged forward free of their confinement, like a spring, taking her off guard, and she started to stumble forward from their weight. Trying to catch herself, she grabbed the closest thing at hand, which happened to be Alan’s pants leg. This took Alan off guard, and in turn he reached out and grabbed for something to steady himself, which happened to be Jenny’s arms, and before they knew it, they were on the way to the floor. Alan realised they were going down, so he pulled Jenny towards him and twisted to position himself under her and take the blow. They stumbled for a split second as if in a three legged foot race, then fell to the kitchen floor, Alan rolling from side to back, and Jenny landing on top of him on her back as he pulled her close. “Uffff!” was all that came from Alan’s lips, but a slightly different sound escaped Jenny. Her breasts were so tender and sensitive that the flopping motion elicited a hiss of slight pain, followed by a breathy and uncertain “oooh” sound as she clasped her breasts to herself to stop them moving and suddenly realized it felt quite different than normal “Well, that wasn’t my most graceful moment” Alan said through a slight grimace. Sorry about that, Angel. You okay?” Laying on top of him, Jenny hesitated for a moment to collect herself, then turned her head to peer back at him. “Actually, I feel so much better. Thank’s for doing the chivalrous thing and breaking my fall, babe.” Then Jenny arched her back and let out a contented groan, like someone might do while stretching in the morning, and then relaxing into Alan’s body. Her head was just to the side of Alan's, her shoulders even with his, her ass right on his lap, and her legs between his. Jenny picked up her legs and positioned her feet on the floor as if she was attempting to shift her weight in preparation to get up, but in a moment her intentions became clear. Instead of using her foothold to shift her weight and sit up, she instead started subtly grinding her ass into Alan’s lap, ever so gently. “I’m thinking a little reward might be in store for the last of the chivalrous men on earth”. Jenny said in a smoky tone. “I don’t know about the last one, but I sure as hell won’t turn down the reward” Alan answered, an erection almost immediately making itself felt against Jenny’s ass through his jeans. He started to work with her on the grinding motion, and gradually they increased the intensity. Jenny took one of Alan’s hands, and brought it to her mouth. She gently sucked on his fingers, one by one, and her breathing started to come in breathy rasps. Alan picked his head up, and Jenny could tell he was trying to look over her shoulder to see her breasts. A wicked grin came over her face, and she grabbed both of his hands and held them down against her stomach, while simultaneously using her foothold to lean back into Alan's shoulders and head to prevent him from being able to see. “All good things to those who wait, my dear. Now, close your eyes.” The tone in her voice was playful, but authoritative. Alan knew better than to put up a fight. “Okay, eyes are closed” he said. “No peaking, you” Jenny said in a mock scolding tone, as she shook his hands for emphasis. She then twisted her head around until she could see his eyes and confirm they were indeed closed before rolling over on top of him and straddling his hips, then quickly laying down against his chest, her head beside his and her arms hooked under his in a position that MMA fans might recognise as a full mount with underhooks. “Ha! got you now! Jenny teased as she squeezed tight and they both laughed. Alan could feel her breasts against his chest, and stomach. They felt immense, very warm, and very heavy. He could also feel her nipples poking into his stomach it seemed. she raised her head so he could see her mischievous smile. “You’ll never escape Mister! Rhonda Rousey ain't got nothin on me! I’ll use my massive boobs to smother you into submission!” They both got a good laugh out of that and play-wrestled for a moment, then Jenny’s lips came down on his and they began a deep and passionate kiss. She popped up for air for a moment. “I might not even need the boobs to finish you off” She grinned with a giggle. “Now, if you are a good boy we can go a little further, but I need you to be good and not peek. If I let go of your arms, do you promise not to try anything?” She looked into his eyes, and her expression and tone betrayed a mixture of questioning and promise of good things to come if he played by her rules. “I promise Ma’am” was Alan’s answer. “Cross your heart and hope to die?” Jenny demanded. “May God strike me down where I stand” he answered. “Okay, I’m going to let go now, and if you’re a good boy, I’ll make it worth your while” She cooed. She let go, and Alan pulled his hands up behind his head, crossed his fingers and used his hands like a head rest. “ So what now, Ma’am?” The answer came quickly, as Jenny started unbuttoning his shirt. “You just keep your eyes on mine, Mister, I’ll take care of the rest”. Her hands worked quickly. Next they were undoing his belt, unzipping his jeans, and pushing them down over his hips. Alan helped the process whenever he could, lifting his hips off the floor for her to slide his pants and boxers down over his hips until they were bundled up around his lower legs. He kicked his shoes off, and she pulled the pants and boxers clear, tossing them in the direction of the living room. Next she rolled him side to side to remove his shirt. Finally he was in roughly the same state of undress as she was. He in only his socks, she in only her panties. She could feel his cock pulsing against her ass, hard and hot, ready to go. Through this whole process, her eyes had stayed locked on his, watching for him to look down. Only for a few moments did she look away when some article of clothing got stuck or was being difficult. In those moments, Alan tried to catch a glimpse of Jenny’s body, but each time he looked back to her eyes when she looked started to get whatever was problematic taken care of. “Okay, you’ve been a pretty good boy. I think you may deserve a reward”. Her smile was intoxicating. She was truly enjoying herself. This wasn’t really what Alan had expected when he rushed home, but he wasn’t complaining. “So what is this reward you keep talking about, Miss?” Alan asked with a smile. Well, for starters, how about this?” Jenny asked. With that she slowly sat back into an upright position, her ass on his stomach, arms squeezing her breasts together from the base at the sides, and finally brought her breasts into his field of view. Alan was awestruck. from this angle, it looked as if his entire field of view was nothing but immense breasts. They were teardrop shaped as always, jutting proudly off Jenny’s frame as if leading the way, and her nipples looked as if they would blast off at any moment. They were huge, he guessed they had to be over an inch long, and easily as big around as his thumbs. Framed by all of this was Jenny’s smiling face, looking down with glee at the expression she had caused. “ You like?” She asked teasingly. “Holy shit, Angel!” Alan finally answered after a moment of stunned silence. “They must have quadrupled in size since I left earlier today!”. Jenny liked his answer. She couldn’t explain why, but she really liked how she felt right now, and she especially liked how Alan reacted to the changes. “You might be right, they feel absolutely huge, but I feel great. Don’t worry about me, okay?” Alan took his eyes off an angry giant of a nipple for a moment and answered in the affirmative. “Just let me know if anything changes, okay, Angel?” Jenny’s tone got serious for just a moment, and she promised she would. “But right now, what I need for you to do more than anything in this world is suck on these nipples. They are absolutely dying for it. Can you do that for me?” The devious smile was back. “Yes Ma’am!” answered Alan. With that, Jenny slowly lowered herself towards him. She positioned her left nipple over his mouth, and he intercepted it with great enthusiasm, latching on and sucking deeply. Jenny nearly fell over on top of him with a shudder, her breast covering Alan’s face completely, and he let go of his suction hold for a moment. “Wow, that just took me a little by surprise, Honey. Sorry about that”. She said. That felt incredible, do it again!” She lowered the nipple in place again, and this time Alan was a little more gentle. Slowly building pressure and releasing. He brought his hands up and cupped her breast. It was bigger in diameter than a football, by quite a bit he noticed. With each pull, Jenny shuddered a little bit more. Her ass started grinding against his cock again, slowly at first, but building in intensity and speed with a steady sense of progress. Her breathing was choppy and laboured, obviously affected by spasms. “It’s coming soon” she managed to say in a weak voice between whimpers. She pulled her left breast away and immediately swapped in the right one to the place of honor. Alan could taste something sweet in his mouth now, just a hint but it was there. Beads of milk started to form on the free left nipple. Jenny started fidgeting with her hands down near Alan’s stomach, and he realized she was trying to get her panties off. Before he even thought about it, he reached down and tore the left leg opening right open. Jenny looked at him as if shocked for a brief second, then grinned that devilish grin and did the same thing to the right side, then tossed the battered panties aside. “Those were some of my favorites. You owe me now, Mister. But first you owe me something else.” Her hand latched onto his cock, and his whole body shuddered. She rocked her hips into position, and guided him into her, slowly. She brought herself all the way down on him, then shifted her hips into just the right position, and started to slowly pump. The steady spring of milk at her nipples started to intensify, and the sweet taste of her milk filled Alan’s mouth. He was surprised at how good it tasted. Warm, sweet, earthy in a flavorful kind of way. It was awesome. Jenny’s hips started to work, slowly, but gaining in intensity. Alan could feel a tension come over her body, then a sudden relaxation, and a flood of milk in his mouth. He nearly choked on what felt like a beer bong’s worth of milk suddenly in his mouth. One huge swallow and he was okay. He simply hadn’t been prepared for it. He settled into a rhythm in time with Jenny’s hips, and for a time managed to stay ahead of the flow. He also became aware that Jenny’s other nipple was apparently flowing just as much, as his chest was covered with warm milk. That flow steadily increased, until finally Alan could keep up no more, and he sputtered up the last choking mouthful in order to grab a breath of air. Jenny was working her hips faster and faster, her face a contortion of pleasure. “Don’t stop!” She said breathlessly, and forced the other breast to his mouth. It was simply too much milk for Alan to drink, but he found a way to let the excess run out of his mouth as he went. Jenny kept speeding up the intensity, and the flow of her milk just seemed ot keep increasing. Before long Alan was nearly drowned trying to drink directly from her nipple, and Jenny seemed to realize it. She sat back ever so slightly, and took each nipple in one of her hands, hand expressing as the lady at the store had taught her. Milk sprayed everywhere over Alan’s upper body, out over the tiled kitchen floor, in great showers. As Jenny pulled at her nipples, it seemed to Alan that his whole world was being eclipsed by her breasts. They must be extending 15 inches out from her chest when she pulled at them.like that. They reached out over his head, and when she finally let them go, they slapped down against his face with a wet slap. Jenny seemed to turn her focus to their rhythm, and used her hands to get better leverage. She pumped harder and harder, her breasts slapping Alan all around the face. Nipples still streaming milk down the sides of his face, shoulders, and neck. Their intensity increased and increased until finally Jenny started convulsing. The muscles through her abdomen spasming in spectacular fashion, and those in her vaginal wall following suit. That was all Alan could take, and he came immediately and with an intensity that left stars in his vision. Their juices mingled and oozed out around his shaft. Finally, Jenny simply flopped down on top of Alan, completely spent, as was he. Jenny’s breasts still dribbled milk, her nipples nearly touching the floor on either side of Alan’s shoulders. They lay cheek to cheek for a few moments, before finally Jenny raised her head. “That was a good start” she said with an impish smile, and dove in for a deep kiss. Chapter 14: Afterglow and a Huge Confession The following morning, Jenny woke up late. She felt parched, her lips dry and her tongue sticking to the inside of her mouth. The sun was blinding, and she blinked momentarily, then closed her eyes again to give them a minute to adjust. Alan was already out of bed. He must have woke up and not wanted to wake her. Jenny rolled over onto her side, and was immediately struck by the soreness and size of her breasts as they flopped over onto the bed. They ached with a dull, but oddly satisfying throbbing. It struck her that she could feel her nipple pressed against the inside of her forearm, just past her outstretched elbow. That was a new feeling. Opening her eyes again, and lifting the sheets, her breasts seemed to take up all of her field of view when she looked downwards. They looked huge, but also oddly deflated. They were much softer and more malleable than normal for her. They still stacked up quite high when she laid on her side like this though. Her nipples looked quite red, as if irritated. A quick pinch sent shivers down her spine, and confirmed that they were in fact quite sensitive. They felt almost as if they were chaffed. The initial shock and slight discomfort faded quickly though, and after a moment she had to release her grip or risk arousing herself. She rolled back to her back, and stretched a long, groaning stretch. That made her realise that her entire body seemed to be sore. All of her muscles seemed to be depleted of the energy that was so abundant just last night. After a moment she finally peeled herself from the bed and headed to the shower. She turned the shower on to let the water warm up, then stepped on the scale to weigh herself. She was at 125 lbs, up quite a bit from the day before. 12 lbs in fact, and she guessed it would have been even more last night as she felt deflated and dried out in comparison. A quick glimpse in the mirror confirmed that her breasts looked absolutely enormous, but also oddly saggy and deflated. Her breasts now hung well below her navel, about even with her beltline. The sound of the running water reminded Jenny how thirsty she felt, and she immediately turned to the bathroom sink and did her fountain trick again. After a couple heavenly feeling gulps, her body seemed to remember the previous night’s lesson, and before she even thought about it her throat just naturally held itself open. Cold water streamed down into her stomach at full flow, and continued to do so until she needed a breath. Jenny remembered the dousing she had gotten the night before, and so she turned the water off this time before she broke the seal with her lips. A couple quick breathes and she was back at it for another long draw at the sink, then she finally felt nearly full and she decided that was enough for now. Her stomach resembled that of an early stage pregnancy, but she immediately felt a little better. Her curiosity kicked in and she decided to check her weight again. This time the scale read 133 lbs, so she had apparently consumed 8 lbs of water weight in one go. She remembered from an old movie that a gallon of water weighs approximately 8 lbs, so that must mean she just drank a gallon of water. She could already feel that water being absorbed into her body, as if she was a giant sponge. She didn’t precisely remember whether she had showered the previous night, but is seemed she must have, as she wasn’t smelling like stale milk. “The Milk!” she suddenly remembered. What a mess she had made in the kitchen. “Ugh, I’m not looking forward to cleaning that up” she thought. She finished her shower, dried off, and wrapped herself in a big white bathrobe, then walked out to the kitchen, expecting to find a huge mess. What she found instead was a clean kitchen that smelled like simple green. Alan must have been up for a while. She looked out in the living room and didn’t see him, so she went in search of her phone. She couldn't remember what day of the week it was. She thought it was Saturday, but she couldn’t quite be sure it wasn’t still friday. Her phone confirmed it was indeed Saturday, so Alan couldn’t be at work. She opened a text message window and had just started typing when she heard the garage door opening. Alan came in the door from the garage a moment later, bags of food in his arms. Jenny immediately felt her stomach leap. She was so incredibly hungry. It was if every cell in her body could feel that the food was close and they were all screaming at her to go get it. Sadly, there didn’t appear to be all that much food in Alan’s hands. “Good morning, Angel” Alan said with a warm smile. “How are you feeling?” “Hungry!!!” Jenny answered in a tone that emphasized the scale of her hunger. “I feel like I could eat an uncooked Rhino. How about you? You must have been up early.” Alan took a break from unpacking the food and turned to face Jenny. “You know, it’s funny you mention that. I actually feel great. I woke up this morning with a ton of energy. I expected to be beat after last night, but I truly feel better than I have felt in a long time.” “Hmm, I guess milk really does do a body good then?” Jenny teased, giving her breasts a slight squeeze for emphasis. “I guess so, I can’t really think of anything else that has changed.” Alan replied. I probably drank enough liquid calories to cover a couple days worth of normal intake. I’m surprised I didn’t vomit it all back up, you know, Cool Hand Luke style? I wonder if maybe human milk is easier on our digestive systems or something?” Jenny was having a hard time ignoring her body's pleas for food at this point, and finally broached the subject. “So, what is on the menu for today?” “I tried to tailor the food to a 2500 calorie diet like Doc suggested” Alan replied. I thought it might be better to eliminate the temptation by only buying what we need to do that, so I got some steaks for dinner and I thought sandwiches might be good for lunch, so I got some lunch meat and Martin’s potato rolls.” Jenny cringed at the idea of limiting her food intake, but anything sounded better than nothing. Her body was absolutely in need of some food, and soon, so she suggested they start immediately. Jenny piled her sandwiches high with ham and cheese, then inhaled them in only bites. She could feel the rush of the food hitting her system, but also a desperate longing for more. Not just a little more, a LOT more. Alan saw the look of disappointment and longing on her face, especially the way she was eyeing the second sandwich he had on his plate as he worked on the first. “You ok, Angel?” he asked over a bite. “Yes, and no.” was Jenny’s reply. “I’m so glad I got some food, but I seriously think I could eat about 50 of those right now. I’m so hungry it literally hurts”. Alan held out his plate to offer his sandwich, and Jenny seemed to hesitate for a moment, knowing she should do as the doctor recommended, but then her willpower caved. She inhaled the third just as fast as the other two. She was still starving, but Alan had now finished his sandwich and the lack of food right in front of her seemed to ease her cravings, at least a little bit. “I wonder if the doc’s suggestion to eat your fill last night might have been a mistake” Alan said. “It seems a bit cruel, to offer and then take it back like that. Your body now has an expectation of more calories, and I think maybe it’s driving your hunger. We might have been better off just increasing calories slowly.” “I’m not sure which was worse, the hunger before, or now” Jenny said. “Honestly it feels about the same. As long as there is no food in front of me it’s unpleasant but tolerable. As soon as I see food though, it goes into overdrive.” Jenny could already feel her body processing the food she had just eaten, and already the flow of water to her breasts had started in preparation of making more milk. Her breasts had ceased feeling as if they were screaming out to be fed, but it didn’t exactly feel like complete satisfaction either. The rest of her body still felt as though each cell was registering a complaint with the central nervous system about lack of resources though. It felt obvious to Jenny that she would need more food in order to overcome whatever mechanism was rerouting all of her bodily resources into milk production and get enough nutrients to the rest of her body. Last night she had felt much better, but she had eaten enough food to feed an entire NFL starting offensive line, and then some. “I don’t think this is enough food, babe.” She said. “I can feel that it’s not enough.” Alan looked worried. “I hope maybe it will calm down a little if we give it a couple days. Definately let me know if you feel ill or something, but can we please try to make this work? I mean, we don’t know how big your breasts would really get if you just ate all you wanted, and there’s only so much weight you could lose after the fact. You don’t want to have to get a breast reduction or anything, do you?” Alan could see a definitive change come over Jenny’s countenance. It looked like she had seen a ghost, and within seconds, the tears started to flow. She covered her face with her hands, and started sobbing. “Whoa! whoa!....what’s wrong, Angel? What did I say?” He immediately ran to the other side of the table to take her in a hug, and make sure she knew he meant no harm. “I’m sorry, Angel. I don’t know what I said that upset you, but I definitely screwed up somehow.” He rubbed her shoulders reassuringly, and slowly but surely, Jenny came back from the brink. Finally she sniffed a little, and looked up at him. “I’m sorry honey. It’s not really anything you said. I was just overwhelmed by this feeling that I’m becoming some kind of freak, and that you might be disgusted by me. I know you didn’t say that, I just felt it for some reason. I think the hunger might be making me emotional.” Alan grabbed her a napkin to use as a tissue, then pulled himself slightly away to the chair next to her, so that he could face her. He kept a grip on her hand as he did so, a subconscious clue that he wasn’t backing away from her. He had his head down, and his posture and demeanor seemed to indicate he had bad news to deliver. After a moment, he looked up into her eyes. There was a vulnerability there, as if he feared what he was about to say. Finally, he began. “ Jenny, I have a confession to make. I’ve never told this to anyone, so please don’t pass it around, ok?” She nodded silently. He seemed to steel himself, then continued. “I have a little bit of a secret that I have been carrying with me for a long time. Since the earliest days of my puberty actually. I don’t remember exactly how it started, but right from the beginning, all of my sexual fantasies were a little odd. I guess I saw all of the girls in my classes start to grow and go through puberty, and somehow this triggered unusual fantasies about women. You see, all of my fantasies since I was little have involved women’s breasts growing. Not just growing, but growing very large. I used to daydream about random girls next to me in class starting to grow breasts, and those breasts would continue to grow until they started to overwhelm her shirt, and eventually they would break right through that shirt. Stupid, weird, I know, but there you have it. An insight into my twisted mind.” He laughed nervously, then continued. “I’m sure it’s no mystery to you that I have an appreciation for large breasts. I’m not that good at hiding it, now am I?” Jenny seemed to be still processing what he was saying, but she at least wasn’t pulling away as he had feared. “So, now we come to our current situation. All of a sudden, the woman I love is quite literally turning into a walking fantasy for me. Another guy might think that’s incredibly awesome, and to be honest, a part of me does think exactly that, maybe the 12 year old part of my brain. But, all of that said, I need you to know that I’m also not controlled by my desires. I’d like to think that I’m not self-centered enough to make this about me, and I am truly worried for your health, Angel. I want you to know with 100% certainty, that no matter how this turns out, I love you, and I will always love you. Lets just say that your breasts do grow larger, for the sake of argument. I will not think you are freak. In point of fact, it’s more than a little bit the opposite. You might have to worry about keeping me off of you, but you will never have to worry about that pushing me away, okay?” Jenny nodded. “Now on the other hand, if this does get out of control and you feel that you need a reduction, I want you to know right now that I 100% support whatever it is that you need to feel right again. When it comes to your happiness vs my idiot sexual fantasies, it’s not even close, my fantasies be damned. Now, please say something, before my heart explodes from the tension, okay?” He was flushed, obviously nervous. Jenny looked as if she were thinking things over. Alan thought he could see a hint of a smile, but he wasn’t sure if that was his own wishful thinking or reality. “So, let me get this straight.” Jenny finally spoke. She had a serious tone, and a pang of doubt entered Alan’s mind. “So all of this time, ever since I met you, you’ve been harboring this secret. Lying to me. Telling me that I was your dream girl. And all along, your dream girl actually looked nothing like me? You were actually fantasizing about someone else?” Alan looked like he was being pulled into deep water by a crocodile, there was a primal fear in his expression. “But… that’s not it at all” A finger over his mouth quickly shushed him. “No cheating. Answer the question, Mister.” Her tone was forceful, and her eyes gleamed. “Did you or did you not fantasize about other women?” Alan stammered, searching for the right words. They had to be in there somewhere, those perfect words that could bail him out of this situation. He hadn’t expected that part of it to be the part she latched onto. “I, ahh…. Well…… Yes, but that was long ago, Angel!” He pleaded before he was again shushed with a hand. “So, these fantasies stopped when you met me? I find that hard to believe.” “Well, no. Not exactly.” He confessed. “They have never stopped, it’s just that they are all about you now, not about other women.” Jenny looked like she was about to explode. Finally, she did, into a fit of laughter. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!!” She called out between deep belly laughs, gasping for breath and nearly falling out of her chair. “It was just too easy, honey. You teed it up a bit too pretty”. Her laugh was infectious, and the pressure lifted off Alan’s shoulders was immense. They laughed for what seemed an eternity, Jenny’s cheeks ached from the effort, and her stomach as well. Finally, Jenny was calmed down enough to put together an intelligible sentence again. “You know, I was getting a bit worried there. I thought I was the only one enjoying this whole experience, and that made me feel like it was wrong. I’m glad you are enjoying it too” She gave his hands a squeeze as she said this. “For now at least, lets just not worry about the future too much. Whatever comes will come, and in the meantime, we get to live out an experience that maybe nobody has ever actually had before. It would be a shame to let our worries ruin whatever fun we can have with this, don’t you think?” As she delivered this last line, she leaned in towards him, arched her back, and squeezed her breasts together between her upper arms. This caused them to bulge out of her bathrobe in positively insane fashion, there must have been at least a foot of cleavage on display for his viewing pleasure, and the smile and twinkling eyes waiting at the top of said cleavage invited him in with a warmth and acceptance he had never known in his life. Chapter 15: Dieting is a Bitch Over the course of the next few days, Jenny and Alan enjoyed their new-found acceptance of their situation. They enjoyed it quite thoroughly in fact. Jenny was determined to try to follow the doctor’s orders though, so her lactation and growth were limited by her still somewhat small calorie intake. After a couple days of nearly non-stop sex mixed with breaks for milkings, Jenny was completely exhausted. She was producing a lot of milk, but with her limited calorie intake, it seemed like her milk was somewhat watered down at first, as if her body didn’t have enough nutrients to fill in the volume it was producing. Her body cycled through a ton of water initially, then slowed slightly when it realized no more calories were forthcoming and settled into a routine of sorts. Unfortunately, that routine still felt entirely inadequate to the task of fueling the rest of Jenny’s body. She felt ever so slightly better than before, but after 2 days she started getting tired really easily, and seemed to be losing weight from her body again. Alan went back to work on Monday, and Jenny slept nearly all day. When she felt no better after all of that sleep, they decided it was time to call Doctor Andrews again and ask her advice. Jenny had lost 14 lbs from her peak of 133 and was back down to 109 Lbs when measured in the morning, pre-drink. Her milk production was still high, but it seemed diluted. Their visit with Dr. Andrews was the next day. She immediately advised that they increase Jenny’s calorie intake to 3000 per day, then laid out some of the other testing results. The first thing that stood out in Jenny’s blood work was that it indicated a lack of protein, despite the fact that Jenny was eating a rather protein heavy diet. It also indicated low levels of many other vitamins and minerals. “Now here is the most interesting, and possibly telling result” Doc Andrews continued. “We got the results back on your milk samples, and they are extremely high in both protein and vitamins. Your milk is practically all protein, it has over 10 times more concentration of protein than normal mother’s milk. I think your body is somehow being tricked into thinking it has a very high-demand baby to feed, and that said baby needs extremely high levels of protein and vitamins. This is depriving your own body of the resources it needs to function correctly, and we still don’t know why your body is prioritizing the health of it’s “baby” over your own. So, what we want you to do is increase your protein intake by quite a bit. We will have to bring you back for blood tests to get it just right, but you should know something by how you feel. Also, we want you to start taking a double dose of daily vitamins as a start, but we think you might need to work up from there.” Dr. Andrews looked them both in the eye before she delivered the next bit, obviously worried about how they would receive it. “Now, unfortunately it appears that of any weight you gain back, most of it is going to go to your breasts, Jenny. We just don’t know a way to bypass your own metabolism and get your body nutrients without them being hijacked to feed the baby your body thinks it has depending on it.” Jenny assured Doc Andrews that she understood and accepted this, somewhat to the Doc’s surprise. After a few more questions etc, it was finally time for Jenny to go to the brain imaging department to see if they could find the source of the issue. After a few minutes of prep, Jenny was ready for the series of scans that would be used to try to determine what was happening in her brain. As the testing required Jenny to remain perfectly still, Alan was not allowed into the testing area. He gave Jenny a hug, wished her good luck, and gave her a kiss as she left. He watched as she walked through the doors. “How is she doing?” came a question from his right. Alan turned to see that Doc Andrews had apparently been watching as they said their goodbye. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there, Doc. Ahh, she seems to be doing ok, considering the circumstances. I think it scares her a little, but the last few days she seems to have come to a little bit of peace about the situation. Actually, we both sort of have.” He left it at that, not really wanting to spill personal business to the Doctor. “I must admit I was surprised that she seemed to be ok with the breast growth” Doc Andrews said. “Most women would be horrified. I mean, a lot of women wish they could add a little more in that department, but nothing like what Jenny is dealing with.” “I guess she’s just come to terms with the fact that it is a side effect” Alan said. “She feels so much better when she eats more that I think it makes the changes bearable.” Alan got the impression that Doc Andrews could tell he was not telling her everything, but there really just wasn’t much more he was comfortable sharing. “ Well, whatever the reasons, it’s good that she isn’t panicking” said Doc Andrews. “The last thing she needs is more stress. Who knows what that would do to her hormone levels.” After a slightly uncomfortable pause, Doc Andrews continued. “Well, hopefully in a few hours we will know more about the cause, and then hopefully we can figure out where to go from there. Oh, and I forgot to mention earlier. The hospital staff approved your request for assistance with the increased food costs associated with Jenny’s condition. They have agreed to provide whatever you need, including all of the supplements she will need. We have a delivery service that can drop off anything you need, and trust me, it’s not hospital food. They actually have a contract with Wegmans. It’s used to support homebound patients such as single folks who have a severe injury like a broken hip or something. All you need to do is put in an online order and someone will drop it off at your door within a few hours. Your account info should be emailed to you in a few hours, okay?” Alan nodded his agreement, thanked the Doctor for her help, and said his goodbyes for the moment. He found a nice comfy couch in the waiting area, and fell asleep for a little while as he waited for Jenny. When she was done, they went to get some dinner at a nearby Longhorn steakhouse while they waited for the results to be processed. It was the first time Jenny had been out in public for a little while, and she felt a bit odd in Alan’s oversized Washington Redskins hoodie, given that it was pretty warm out. She kept her hands in the single front pocket and used them to break up her profile by pushing them out in front of her, almost as if she had a pregnant belly. She noticed a couple second looks, but soon they were seated in a nice darkened rear section of the restaurant. As they looked through the menu, something caught Jenny’s eye. “Ooh, Porterhouse for two. That looks awesome” She said. “Wow, 40 oz. Well, I guess you earned it with all of those tests today. Did they leave you any blood for the tax man?” was Alan’s reply. “Not much, but most of the tests weren’t bad, just weird noises and tight spaces.” The waitress brought them their drinks and a basket of bread, which Jenny immediately dug into. Alan placed their order, the porterhouse for two for Jenny, and an appetizer for himself. Before she knew it Jenny had eaten the whole basket of bread. She was eating more deliberately that she had other times, obvious self conscious about impressions now that she was in public, but she still ate very fast. After a few more minutes the waitress came by with another basket of bread. “You two must be really hungry” She remarked. Alan lied and said that they had been forced to fast for a medical test and this was their fast breaker. “Well I’m glad you came to see us. This is a good place to be when you are really hungry”. She then refilled Jenny’s empty water glass, and went on her way. A few more minutes and the second basket of bread was gone, as was the water, and the waitress brought out the steak and appetizer. She apologized for the timing, but the steak was already done and it didn’t seem right to let it sit. Alan assured her that it was fine, and Jenny then proceeded to make short work of the entire steak. a couple more glasses of water, and Jenny was ready to go. Really, she wanted more but was not prepared for the scrutiny that would bring. As she ate, Alan explained the arrangement Doc Andrews has spelled out. He had already received the email with the log in information, so he asked Jenny if she had anything special she wanted him to go ahead and order. Jenny rattled off a list of items that sounded good at the moment. Chicken, steaks, eggs, etc, and then said not to forget the protein bars. Alan put the order in via their website. He went with normal quantities of everything except the protein bars, as he figured they would keep well. He ordered 12 boxes of those. Everything else was things that would spoil, so he kept quantities relatively low. He then saved the order so that it could be repeated easily in the future. Finally, they got a call from the Doc’s office telling them that their test results were in, so they returned to the hospital to meet Doc Andrews. When they arrived at her office, Doc Andrews was waiting for them. Jenny was already starting to feel the beginning stages of engorgement when they stepped into the office, but there was nothing to do but wait until they got home. “ Well, the good news is that the scans show almost entirely normal brain anatomy” Began Dr. Andrews. “The only sign of damage is a very small malformation of the hypothalamus, which we believe is scar tissue from the swelling Jenny suffered after her car accident. That’s good in that it isn’t in any way life threatening, but unfortunately it does not appear that it is a candidate for any repair either. We simply can’t recommend going in there unless your life were in danger, and we don’t believe it is. We couldn’t even be sure that removing that scar tissue would make any improvement either. It’s entirely possible it could make this worse.” Jenny nodded in understanding. “Okay, so I guess that means we continue on this path of trying to manage the condition through diet, right Doc?” Doc Andrews answered in the affirmative. There was some more discussion of possibilities and questions, and after a few minutes, their business was wrapped up. Finally, Jenny and Alan got up to go. When Jenny stood up, Doc Andrews did a double take. “It must just be my imagination, but I could swear your breasts look larger than they were just a few hours ago, or even when you came back in here a few minutes ago.” Jenny looked down and realised she was right. She could feel it, but looking now it was pretty obvious. Her nipples were also especially prominent at the moment, clearly visible even through the course fabric of the sweatshirt. “It’s not your imagination, Doc. We ate a good dinner, and I had plenty of water. The milk is coming back in, and it really fills them out as it does. When we first arrived, they were really deflated because I pumped them right before we came in, and I hadn’t eaten enough. Now they are starting to fill up, and in another hour or two it will be time to pump again.” Doc Andrews shook her head. “ Wow. If someone had told me this a few weeks go, I would have called them a liar. I’ve heard you describe it, but it really just doesn’t register until you see it for yourself, does it?” “ I guess not” replied Jenny. “It still takes me by surprise”. Dr. Andrews finally snapped out of her shock, wished them good luck, and excused herself. Alan went and got the car to save Jenny the walk through the crowded main entrance of the hospital, and brought it round to a side stairwell exit, where Jenny met him, and they immediately headed for home. Chapter 16: Resupply Mission When they arrived home a few minutes later, there was a large package on their front porch. They found all of their groceries inside, all thoughtfully packaged with perishables in mini coolers. There was a note in the top asking that they leave the coolers out for the driver the next time they ordered unless someone would be there to when they arrived. “I wish we could always get our groceries this way” Alan said. “It’s so much more convenient than dealing with the crowds at the store.” Jenny gravitated almost immediately to the protein bars, opening a box and retrieving one from the wrapper in short order. They didn’t taste very good before all of this had happened, but somehow Jenny’s body converted her need for protein into a craving for the flavor of these engineered protein concoctions. This “cookies and cream” flavored protein bar tasted like it was sent from heaven above to her at the moment, and it was gone in maybe 3 bites. She picked up the box and checked the label, where she was surprised to find that they only amounted to 170 calories, with 20 grams of protein. She was already working on another when Alan asked her if she knew how many she could have under her diet. “Actually quite a few I would guess” She replied, and told him about the details. “How much should we estimate for that steak and the bread earlier do you think?” “I really don’t know” He said. “let me go check the internet.” A few minutes later he returned with the bad news. “Well, we already busted your diet for the day, Angel. The steak alone was around 3500 calories, and the bread probably close to 1000 with the butter included.” Jenny was already finishing her fifth protein bar and about to reach for another what Alan put a hand on her shoulder and caught her attention. “Did you hear what I just said, Angel? Not trying to scold you, just asking.” Jenny looked down a moment as if collecting her thoughts. “Yeah, I heard.” she replied. “Sorry, I was a little lost in the food there.” I guess that means I need to shut it down for the day huh?“ Alan heard the clear disappointment in her voice and felt sorry for her. “Well, maybe we can make an exception for desert. We have some chocolate peanut butter ice cream you know.” Jenny stepped over and gave him a big hug, followed by a kiss. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you are a mean guy” She said with a grin. Alan went to the freezer and returned with the ice cream, and they sat down on the couch to relax. Jenny ate her ice-cream and Alan ate a Klondike bar. They finished at roughly the same time. Jenny put down her empty carton and leaned into Alan’s chest, pulling his arms around her shoulders. “So….about this “fetish” of yours, babe?” Jenny started. “How does it work? I mean...what turns you on about it?.... God, I sound like the inquisition over here!” Jenny blushed as she asked the question, obviously curious but not sure how to broach the subject. “It’s okay, Angel, it’s in the open now. No need to tiptoe around it.” Alan answered, leaning his chin onto her shoulder. “I don’t know if there is an answer for “how it works” per say. I’ve always just been turned on by the thought of breasts growing larger, and some of associated things that would come along with it.” “What kind of associated things do you mean?” Jenny asked. “Well, things like buttons bursting, clothes tearing. I don’t know why, but I have always associated the idea of breasts growing with a certain amount of power. Hope that makes some kind of sense, it’s not like I really understand it myself.” Jenny thought for a moment. “So, like the Incredible Hulk, when he changes from Bruce Banner into the Hulk and busts out of his clothes, only with breasts?” She said with a mischievous tone that betrayed her smile and a little bit of a teasing chuckle. “Well, yeah. I guess so” Alan said. “Actually a lot of the stories involve women growing hugely muscular, not just bustier” “Stories? What stories?” Jenny asked, tilting her head back towards his so she could see his eyes. “Oh... There are places online that have fictional stories about this sort of thing”. Alan said. “I found them when I was still a teenager, and some of them really turned me on. A lot of them were somewhat silly though, and some are downright weird. I always liked the ones where it was just breast growth, but it seems most of them involve a lot of other aspects like asses growing, cocks growing, girls growing into a giantess, that sort of thing.” Jenny mulled all of this information over for a moment, absentmindedly watching TV. Finally she spoke again. “You know, I have to confess, I always thought it was sexy when the Hulk outgrew his shirt” said Jenny. “So I guess I do understand the thinking a little bit. I can also say from my own experience that it does feel pretty good when my boobs grow, like right now.” As she said that last line, she placed his hands over her breasts, or at least the ends of them, and rubbed them in. They had obviously grown even since they had sat down on the couch, and her nipples were very sensitive. It took her breath away a little bit when Alan grabbed ahold of them and kneaded them, even though he was gentle. “Sadly, I don’t think I’m going to outgrow this sweatshirt tonight.” That gave Jenny an idea though. Be right back, honey” she said, and got up from the couch with a start. She headed to the bedroom, glancing back with an impish grin as she went. Alan was busy sorting out things down below, as his pants were suddenly to tight for comfort. When she got to the bathroom, Jenny stripped out of the sweatshirt, the old T-shirt that was under it, and her jeans. Her breasts felt huge, and tingled with the familiar feeling of milk production. Her nipples in particularly throbbed from the memory of Alan’s touch, and longed for more. She searched around in the closet for a moment until she found one of Alan’s button down shirts. It was from an old job he had for a short time after the military. It was denim, and one of his baggier fitting ones. He usually only wore it to work on the car, but it might work well for her purposes tonight. . She pulled the shirt over her shoulders, and started to button up the front. As she got to her bustline, that got a little tricky, as the shirt was just barely big enough, which Jenny thought was perfect. Turning to the mirror again, she could see that the buttons over her breasts were already gaping a little bit. She could feel that her breasts were growing ever so slightly, tiny little pangs indicated the progress of her milk buildup. She then set about making sure they would have everything they needed to keep going until the job was done. She took two extremely long chugs from her makeshift water fountain, more water than she had ever had in one sitting. Finally she felt like she couldn’t drink any more. Her belly bulged noticeably, and was slightly uncomfortable. She turned back to the mirror to check herself out one last time. The baggy shirt did a nice job of concealing her little paunch, which she could already feel was shrinking at a rate she hadn’t expected as her body absorbed the water like a sponge. The otherwise baggy blue shirt. was already stretched pretty taut around her breasts, which looked gargantuan. They hung down her torso well past her belly button, the lower folds almost reaching her waistline. It seemed like they had already gained nearly 50% in size today alone. Obviously, most of it was milk, but the gain in size was impressive in any case. Her nipples jutted prominently through the denim fabric. She adjusted her breasts in the shirt slightly, pulling them forward and upward so they sat nicer in the shirt, and her nipples throbbed as the coarse fabric brushed against them. The adjustment made the gaps in the buttons around her breasts look even more strained. Jenny finally looked up to her own face, and realized she was grinning like an idiot. She also could see that her face looked much better. Gone was the drawn and tired look she had started to get used to. In it’s place was an almost youthful glow. Jenny gave a final little gesture of approval. It was a habit of hers, where she stood up on her tiptoes for a moment, then let her weight drop back onto her heels. That resulted in a shockwave through her breasts, and a squeak from Jenny as her nipples slipped inside the shirt. “Okay, here we got” Jenny said to herself, then turned and headed for the kitchen. Chapter 17: A Daydream Realized As Jenny headed back out into the kitchen, she saw Alan crane his neck from the couch to see. “Uh, uh!” She teased. “No peeking Mr.! I’ll be right out, and then you can ogle all you want.” Alan did as he was told, although not without some hesitation. “Yes, Ma’am” he finally said with a salute. Jenny padded into the kitchen, and turned on the faucet. She searched around for a moment before finally finding what she was looking for. It was a large cooking pot. She guessed it may have held 5 gallons or so. She placed it in the sink to fill, then “tut-tutted” Alan for trying to peek. She then snuck into the cabinets where the protein bars were, and set about unwrapping them as quietly as she could manage. “Pay no attention to that sound you hear, Sir. It’s nothing to worry about” Jenny drawled in a fake southern accent, and scolded Alan with a quick “hupp!” sound each time he tried to get a sideways glance her way. “Just don’t do anything stupider than I would do, okay Angel?” he asked. “No promises” was the cheeky reply. When she had the protein bars unwrapped, Jenny set into them with a voraciousness that surprised even her. In less time than it took to fill the pot with water, she had downed an entire box of 12 protein bars. The crazy part was that her body clearly wanted more. She also noticed that her little pot belly was already mostly gone. She took a large half liter glass and filled it, then downed it in seemingly one gulp. She then did the same twice more, before finally turning the water off. She padded over to the back of the couch where there was a small table to hold decorations, and put the glass down. She moved a few nicknacks out of the way, then returned with the slightly heavy pot of water. Carrying it out in front of her seemed to only increase her already front-loaded weight distribution problem, and she had to walk with an awkward rearward-leaning gate in order to keep it steady. 5 gallons would be about 40 lbs she thought to herself, and she couldn’t hold it very close to herself due to her already very large breasts taking up too much space. Finally she set it down with a clunk, and slid it towards the back of the couch where she could reach it easily from her intended position. Finally she was satisfied that she had everything ready. “Okay, now close your eyes” she instructed. Alan did as he was asked, although she could tell the tension was killing him. She could also tell it was arousing him from the look of his pants. Jenny snuck around, the couch, took Alan’s hand, and told him to scootch over to the middle of the couch, which he did, and found a pillow positioned behind his lower back. She then straddled his legs with hers, and settled into his lap, pushing his shoulders back into the somewhat reclined position that the pillow created for him. “Okay, you can look now, she said, as she leaned in slightly and pressed her breasts together with the inside of her upper arms. They were about two inches in front of Alan’s face when he opened his eyes, and they were virtually all he could see. “Whoa!” was all Alan could really manage at first. He stared intently for a second, then looked up to Jenny’s face. Is it just my perspective, or are they as big as they look?” He asked with a grin. “It may be a bit of both for the moment” she replied. “But not for long” She squeezed them slightly tighter together, and they bulged even closer to Alan’s face. “That’s kind of an odd choice for a wet-T-shirt show, isn’t it Angel?” Alan asked. He had obviously mistaken the intent of her water positioning routine. “Oh, I guess it would be, if that were the intent, Honey. The only liquid this shirt is likely to see is a few drops of spillage and whatever milk I can’t hold off before it gives up the ghost though” Her smile was positively radiate as she said this. “for now though, lets just give mama a kiss, okay?” Alan responded and she leaned in for a deeply passionate kiss. She was grinding on his cock, very slowly and deliberately. He was kneading at her nipples, which illicited obvious responses in her breathing, and they french kissed for what seemed an eternity. Jenny then stood up onto her knees and shoved her still covered breasts into Alan’s face, pulling his head into her cleavage. He was surprised at how taut the front of her shirt was, and the sound the fabric made under this stress was unusual. It was not unlike the sounds a tent makes as it is being tensioned over its frame. Finally Jenny sat back down to her former position, a glass of water in hand having been grabbed from the counter behind Alan’s head, and dripping slightly from having been dunked into the pot of water. The dribble of water was cold on Alan’s chest, a huge contrast to the warmth Jenny was exuding. Jenny downed the glass of water in one gulp, which obviously surprised Alan. “Tadah!” She said with a laugh and a flourish of her arms as he stared incredulously. “I learned a new trick the other day. I figured out it is much easier to drink a lot of water quickly if you don’t swallow it in gulps.” Alan looked on a moment, then seemed to register what was going on. “How much water did you drink back in the bathroom Angel?” he finally asked. “I’m not really sure, but I would guess more than three Gallons” Jenny answered, then downed another half liter of water. “Holy cow”, Alan said with a distant feeling. “That’s… That shouldn’t be possible”. She could practically hear the wheels spinning in his head. “And yet here we sit” she said, after downing yet another glass in record time. “There are a lot of things that I would have said were impossible a few weeks ago, Honey. For now, lets just enjoy the ride. Believe me when I tell you that my body is telling me that this is right. In fact, it is telling me this is beyond right. I’ve never felt so good in my life if I’m honest. Now, lets get back to the show, shall we?” With that she placed the glass back on the table, reached behind her back and put both hands on Alan’s knees for balance, and slowly arched her back to thrust her breasts upwards. As she did so, all of the buttons on the shirt emitted a tension laden sound. They crackled and popped like a mattress under a taut freshly-laundered sheet when you first lay down on it, and yet somehow they all held. Despite the fact that the shirt was buttoned up all of the way to the third button from the top, which normally would have hidden any glimpse of breasts, Alan could see cleavage welling up from within the little V at the top, it nearly reached Jenny’s chin and resembled two loaves of bread rising in time lapse as she pulled her shoulders back. He could also now see that Jenny’s breasts were forcing the two halves of the shirt apart strongly enough to create large gaps between the buttons in roughly the shape of diamonds, and a line of cleavage was clearly visible through those gaps. He also realised that when Jenny leaned back, she had lifted her breasts off of the tops of her legs. He could still see the slight lines from the hem of her shirt impressed into her skin by their weight. He couldn’t even guess at their size, but they seemed to cover all of Jenny’s upper torso, extending well to the sides, wider than the outside edges of her arms now when they were at her sides, and even under all of that tension, they were still probably forcing their way 8 inches out from her chest wall. Alan swallowed and realised his tongue was dry from leaving his mouth hanging open in amazement. “Oh, my God Angel. That’s unreal”. Jenny smiled. “You should feel how it feels. I can feel the tension building in my shirt right now. I think the process is accelerating if anything, and I’m already thirsty again. This feels even better than the first time I lactated.” With that, she leaned into him, and he could feel her breasts pressed into his chest, her nipples hard and warm. She refilled her glass and downed it 4 times in quick succession, then returned to her previous pose, her shirt protesting each movement with a chorus of popping sounds. The sight was mindblowing, and Alan couldn’t help but start poking around and examining the shirt and it’s pressurized contents. He poked his hands into Jenny’s cleavage and gently probed around. Her flesh felt impossible firm, and impossibly warm. She reacted to every touch , her eyes closed, tension in her face, obviously taking in all of the feelings that were coming her way. She opened her eyes after a minute. “Any bets on which one goes first?” She asked with a smile. Alan poked around a little more with his fingers, obviously trying to gauge which button was under the most tension. “This one here, if I had to wager” He said as he pointed to the button just above the equator of Jenny’s incredible bustline. “That’s only if I somehow manage to prevent myself from ripping this shirt off of you before we are done, though, and I make no promises on that front”. Jenny chuckled. “It won’t be long now. I can really feel it in my breathing now, the tension increases pretty strongly each time I inhale.” Alan stared intently at one of the gapes between buttons. Jenny’s breasts were now trying to force their way through the holes, little rising loaves of breastflesh were puffin through. When he watched closely, Alan could see them rise and fall with each breath Jenny took. The shin around the edges were white with tension, while the middle was slightly ruddier. All through though, Jenny’s veins appeared much brighter than before, blue under her skin, meandering like roads in a map of hilly terrain. He could only imagine what was going on in there, all of the nutrients being carried around to do their work of making milk. Jenny once again leaned in and got herself more water. 5 more glasses went down the hatch, and she started having trouble dipping the glass properly. “Okay, I think it’s time time for the grand finale.” she said. She reached over and grabbed the pot, then sat back into Alan’s lap. She titled the huge pot back, and slowly poured the remainder of it’s contents down her throat. There was probably 4 or 5 inches of water left, maybe a gallon and a half, and she downed it in about 15 seconds, then dumped the pot behind her like a drunken sailor ditching a can of beer at a dive bar. “Wow, I can really feel the growth now. It feels amazing” With that, Jenny started to turn her senses inward, obviously experiencing an amazing experience. She leaned back into her pose with the hands on Alan’s knees, her shirt positively wailing in protest this time. There was a loud sound of threads ripping, although Alan couldn’t tell exactly where it originated, and the shirt appeared to be still intact. Jenny’s breathing started to come in quick chopping breathes, and sweat formed on her brow. Soon it was forming all over, as she seemed to get even warmer than her already quite toasty temperature. Her whole body seemed to be emitting heat, especially her breasts. Alan could feel it over the three inches or so that separated her breasts and his chest, like standing near a metal outer wall on a hot sunny day. Jenny shifted and pulled her shoulders even farther back behind her, increasing tension even more on the shirt. Finally, it happened. One of the buttons gave way with a loud ripping sound, and shot across the room, bouncing on the hardwood floors and off of the legs of the kitchen table for what seemed a full minute. Alan had lost his bet, it had been the top button that went first. Mounds of flesh reached out of the top Jenny’s shirt. now officially reaching her chin level, and were still jiggling slightly when he looked back down.. Jenny barely seemed to notice, but finally she spoke in a voice soaked with tension. “I think you lost our bet, honey. How ever will you pay your debt?” Just as she said that, Alan noticed dark rings appearing around her nipples. The milk had finally decided to make an appearance it seemed. After a moment, the flow was enough that it had saturated her shirt and started to drip. Jenny felt the fist few drops hit her bare legs, and finally realised what was happening. Her eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to adjust after having been closed tightly for a while. “No, not yet” She said in a slightly exasperated tone. Then she took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. It was a concentration technique of sorts, and a moment later the flow of milk slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. When that happened, her breasts seemed to suddenly increase their growth rate by a noticeable factor. The little mounds of breast flesh poking out of the gaps between the buttons and the not so little mounds rising out of the top of her now more open shirt rose and fell with each breath, but each time they fell slightly less than before. Jenny started to almost pant, and her head lolled on top of her rising cleavage, one cheek against the top of her rising bounty. After a couple minutes, Alan’s chose button finally gave way with a loud ping, the button hitting him right in the cheek with a loud smack. A tremor went through Jenny’s breast flesh, but the tension was still too high for much motion. Alan could see color returning to the areas of her skin that had formerly been under the most tension, and a horizontal version of the welling of breast flesh she had at the top started to form. Only one valiant button remained in the middle, and after a moment, that one too gave up the fight. When it did, it created a cascade effect as Jenny’s massive breasts flung forward as the tension was released, and all of the remaining buttons bopped free in a sort of zipper effect. Jenny’s breasts closed the gap between she and Alan easily, smacking him in the lower face and chest with a sweaty smack, eliciting a lung popping thud in the process, and she lost her balance and nearly fell backwards off her perch on his lap. He managed to catch her before she fell, and pull her back into him. After a quick moment of relief, Jenny seemed to realize something. “Quick, help me to the shower, I can’t hold it any longer” She said. Alan looked down to realize his shirt was half soaked with Jenny’s milk, but she now had her nipples clamped with her hands, stemming the flow for the moment. He helped her extricate herself from his lap, and they ran hand to the shower. Well, “ran” is probably not the right word. More “bounced” in Jenny’s case, and in Alan’s case he was hampered by what Jenny jokingly referred to as the “weeny walk” due to the bulge in his pants. There was a noticeable stain in his jeans. How much of it was from Jenny, and how much was his own pre-cum only the folks at CSI had a chance of knowing. Chapter 18: Milk Shower When they reached the shower, Jenny immediately released her grip on her nipples, letting loose a torrent of milk that seemed to have the pressure of a firehose behind it. Dozens of jets sprayed in all directions, and the entire back wall of the tiled shower was covered with milk in moments. That was no small feat, considering the size of that wall. The shower in their house had been one of the things that drew them to it. It was huge, 6 feet by ten feet inside, all tiled walls, with a glass door set into the far left side of the long wall and a skylight and several built in lights to keep things bright. It also had a built in bench along the short side wall away from the door where Jenny could sit to shave her legs. The door was probably not even needed given how far it was from the shower head, but it helped keep the mirrors in the main bathroom from fogging up, so that was welcome. Jenny’s milk just kept coming, and Alan finally had a really good look at her in profile as he stood next to her. She had her hands on the sides of her breasts, squeezing in to put a little pressure and drain them faster, which squashed them upwards into her chin and down nearly to the point of touching her well-trimmed pubic hair. At the moment, no nipple stimulation was needed. Her breasts were absolutely immense, easily as big as basketballs, probably slightly larger. They were not spherical in shape, though, they were slightly conical as they approached her areola and nipples, which then jutted out even farther. They must have been nearly 2 feet from her chest given how she was squeezing them, they extended well past her elbows. Jenny seemed completely lost in the feeling of her letdown reaction, obviously nearly orgazmic in intensity as she was moaing and her whole body seemed to be spasming. After a moment, Jenny turned and sat down on the bench in the back of the shower, and her left hand went to her pussy, fingering herself frantically. and spraying milk all over Alan in the process. Her backed away to the far side of the shower, and was amazed to find that his pants were still in the line of fire, even at 10 feet away. He immediately set about removing them, and tossed all of his clothes out the shower door. He also removed his glasses, and set them down on a built in shelf for shower supplies. Then he approached Jenny, got down on his knees, and took one of her nipples into his mouth. The flow of milk was startlingly powerful, and he nearly choked as he could barely keep up with the flow. Jenny cried out in approval, and grabbed Alan’s head to pull him closer, squashing him into her breast in the process. After maybe 30 seconds, Alan had to come up for air, but the spray of milk continued against his neck and chest. Her milk tasted different this time, much richer than before, almost like cream. He guessed it had to do with her protein intake, but couldn’t be sure. Jenny was obviously near orgasm at this point, her stomach was visibly spasming in a rhythmic pattern. A few moments later, she was in full-on orgasm, screaming nearly at the top of her lungs as she furiously rubbed her clit. Alan soldiered on at one nipple then the other until he could simple not drink any more, and then simply stepped back to enjoy the view for a moment. Jenny was slouching back on the bench, her butt out at the edge of the deep seat and her torso at an angle. Her breasts covered the entirety of her torso, down to her pussy in this position, and extended out over her arms on either side by a good 3 inches. As she rubbed her pussy with her left hand, the arm supporting her left breast caused it to jiggle in an incredible fashion. He’s never seen anything quite like it in his life. Her breasts were still quite firm with the pressure of the milk, but they couldn’t help but jiggle as she thrashed in the throes of a thunderous orgasm. Finally, Jenny’s orgasm subsided, and she slumped down to a laying position on the bench. Her breasts piled atop her torso. In this position, gravity took some effect and they spread out to the sides quite a bit. Her right breast was squashed against the shower wall, and stood up slightly taller than the left at the moment. The left lay out over the edge of her upper arm, touching the tile of the bench and sagging slightly over the edge, a good six inches beyond where her arm ended. Her nipples were still squirting a little milk, but the intensity had dropped off quite a bit and it was just a dribble at this point. “Wow, that was amazing!” She finally said. “I loved the feeling of busting out of that shirt. I’m so glad you confided in me now”. Her tone was contented, happy. “Actually, holding the milk in and letting the pressure build up would have been an experience in and of itself I think. I’m definitely doing that again” she laughed. Suddenly she seemed to notice Alan’s still-throbbing erection. “Oh my, I think I may have been remiss in my wifely duties” Jenny joked. “Lets take care of that, shall we?” She spread her legs in a welcoming posture as she said that, and Alan didn’t need any more of an invitation. After four goes, Alan was finally spent and Jenny was finally nearly empty of milk. Her breasts remained rather huge, but not nearly as large as when they were full, significantly less than half the size is what Alan would have guessed. They were also much softer without the pressure of all that milk, and while not quite floppy, they were much more pliable. Jenny was nearly finished hand expressing the last of the milk when and idea occurred to her. Alan seemed to really enjoy her milk, and she was curious how it tasted herself. Now that her breasts were much smaller and more pliable, Jenny thought she might just be able to get a nipple to her mouth. Alan was busy showering, and she had a moment to herself. It wasn’t easy, she had to practically fold her breast back on top of itself to get her nipple to her mouth, but she did finally manage it. Seeing it up close like that was a bit shocking. She knew they had grown quite a bit larger, but having one up close to her face made it appear absolutely monstrous. It had to be 2 inches long, and much thicker than her thumb. After a moment of staring in wonder, she finally brought it to her mouth and started to suckle. The taste that filled her mouth was staggering. It was elemental, raw, and her whole body seemed to respond to it as if it was a drug. She continued to suckle, harder and harder, until finally her milk ran dry. She immediately switched to the other breast, and repeated the process. When that one was finally dry as well, there was a tremendous feeling of disappointment that swept over her body. It was immediately clear to her that this was what her body craved so badly. The concentrated protein in her milk was exactly what her body needed to make more milk, and it desperately wanted to do that. She was suddenly overcome with a tremendous thirst and hunger, as her body sensed it needed more resources. “Angel, are you okay?” Jenny suddenly realized this was not the first time Alan had asked the question, she had been lost in her thoughts. He was standing nearby. holding the shower nozzle at his side. He had been spraying down the tile to wash the milk down the drain after his shower, and the shower hose was still on. Finally Jenny answered. “Ahh, yeah, I’m ok. Just really thirsty and hungry all of a sudden.” “I guess so, the way you were going to town on your own milk” There was a slight teasing tone to Alan’s words, but also a hint of concern. “Oh my god, you saw that?” Jenny blushed and covered her mouth with her hand as she said this. “I was just curious how it tasted, since you seemed to like it just fine, and my God does it ever taste good to me. Is it that good for you?” “Well, it’s certainly good. I don’t know if it’s quite as good as you seemed to think it was, but then my body doesn’t have a supercharged lust for protein like yours does.” Jenny looked wistful for a moment at the mere mention of the word protein. “It is a bit crazy isn’t it? I’m already extremely hungry, and thirsty as well. I’m really not sure what would happen if I just started it all over again. My poor breasts might explode”. She gave a mock sad face and rubbed her breasts as if comforting them to show that the last part was a joke. She actually knew pretty well what would happen, her breasts would love it. she could feel that for sure. Jenny’s breasts rested on her legs as she sat on the bench. In an upright seated position, they extended roughly evenly with her knees. They were much softer than before, and had taken on a slightly elongated shape, but lost the vast majority of their former girth now that they were drained. Jenny had to hold them in place on top her legs, as they wanted to flop off to the sides if left to their own devices. Finally she stood up, and let them hang. They extended down the front of her torso all the way to her pubic region, and swayed all over the place as she stepped over to take the shower nozzle from Alan and finally get a shower. “I feel so deflated right now” she said. “I think my body wishes I would just go on eating and drinking forever”. Alan leaned in and gave her a kiss, not really sure what to say to that. He guessed that nothing really needed to be said. With that, Jenny started showering herself off, and Alan stepped out of the shower to dry off. Just then there was a phone call, and Alan stepped out to get it. The warm water felt excellent to Jenny, and she closed her eyes and indulged in the feeling for a couple minutes, but before long, her body was telling her in no uncertain terms that she should be drinking the water rather than let it go to waste. Without really even thinking about it, she turned the temp down, changed the spray pattern to the single jet, and latched her mouth around the nozzle. She opened her throat as she had learned to do, and water poured down her throat, much to her body’s obvious delight. She came up for air twice before finally putting the nozzle down for good, then finished her shower. Her little belly was already dissipating by the time she dried off, as her body soaked up the water like a sponge. Chapter 19: The “Cure” Arrives When Jenny finished her shower, she wrapped herself in Alan’s bathrobe, as it was nicely oversized and fit better around her current endowments. She padded out to the kitchen, and Alan was sitting at the counter, writing something down. He turned when she came, and gave her a warm smile. “That was Doc Andrews, just now. She thinks they may have figured out a cure.” When Jenny just stared at him, he felt compelled to keep speaking. “I told her about the recent developments, but I’m not completely sure she believed me. She asked if we could come to her office tomorrow, and we made an appointment for 9 AM, hope that’s ok”. Jenny nodded in agreement. “That’s fine, Honey.” She said with a sort of distant look. Alan had expected a much more enthusiastic response to this news. “You okay, Angel?” He asked. Jenny thought for a moment, then finally answered. “Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just been a bit of an emotional roller coaster. I had just finally come to them point of acceptance of my new life, and now it’s all changing again, if they are right about this cure anyway.” Alan saw her point. “Yeah, it is a bit hard to get the old noggin wrapped around, that’s for sure” He said. “Doc Andrews did mention that they would like to do some final tests tomorrow in order to better document your condition for posterity. She didn’t say much about it other than it was voluntary, and that if you agree, she would like you to fast from now until the appointment tomorrow.” That news brought a pained look to Jenny’s face. “Well, that sucks” She said. “I’m freaking starving”. Alan saw the disappointment in Jenny’s face, and took compassion on her. “Well, We can always tell her you ate just before the call came in”. Jenny smiled a thin smile. “No, it’s okay. I’ll survive. I’m just not going to have much energy tonight is all. In fact I think I might need to go get to bed early, if that’s okay with you?” Alan pulled her in for a big hug. “Of course it is Angel. You do what you gotta do, and lord knows you’ve earned it.” With that, Jenny padded off to bed. Alan followed not much later, and Jenny pretended to be asleep when he climbed into bed. A few minutes later, Alan had already started snoring, but Jenny just couldn’t seem to get her eyes to close. She lay there, deep in thought. Finally she managed to drift off into a fitful sleep. The following morning, Jenny woke and pumped the bit of milk that had come in overnight. It seemed a little bit to her, but it was still probably 7 or 8 times as much as a normal breastfeeding woman produced. With her breasts at their smallest, she managed to squeeze them into one of Alan’s old T-shirts, and then into a hoodie Jacket of Alan’s that had a zipper from. Getting it zipped up was a bit of a trick, but the thick old black sweatshirt did a decent job of concealing her profile. She understood why Alan loved it so much now, as the fabric was much thicker than normal and it had a pleasant weight to it. She also appreciated the extra-strong zipper at the moment. When they got to the hospital, Alan pulled up to the stairwell entrance where he had picked up Jenny the last time they visited, and made a call. A few moments later, Doc Andrews opened the door, and Jenny hopped out to go inside. Alan quickly parked the car, then followed. The trio made their way up to Doc Andrews’ office , managing to avoid unwanted attention for the most part. One of the cleaning ladies had done a double take, but then just crossed herself and got back to work. Doc Andrews guided them to a room they had never been to before, and asked them to have a seat. She excused herself for a moment, letting them know that she just needed to grab a few things before they began. The room was different than the normal exam rooms. It was a larger room, and there was an assortment of medical equipment on shelves around the room. It looked more like a laboratory than anything else, and it was entirely tiled in a clean white. Stainless tables on wheels were scattered around the room, some with covers over them. Finally Doc Andrews returned, pushing another similar table in front of her, again with a cover over it. “Sorry about the somewhat creepy accommodations” Doc said. “I wanted a private room with some provisions we don’t have back at my office. I hope you don’t mind”. Jenny and Alan expressed that it was fine. “So, I’m sorry that I couldn’t disclose much over the phone last night, but here we are” began Doc Andrews. “Now, about this potential cure. It’s actually quite simple really. You may have even taken it before Jenny. Quite simply, it’s the pill. We believe that if you go on birth control, it should trick your endocrine system into thinking that you don’t yet have a child to feed, because you are currently pregnant. We are not 100% sure it will work of course, but there is a strong chance it will. We believe the side effects should be very similar to any normal woman’s, and we are hopeful that things will return to normal. The obvious complication is that if you ever wish to have a child of your own. We are not entirely sure the effects will remain at bay when you go off the pill. In other words, the effects could return temporarily, at least until you got pregnant.” Jenny and Alan sat and listened intently, holding hands. They took everything in rather stoically it seemed to Doc. “So, do you have any questions” Doc asked. Jenny had several rather mundane questions which were quickly answered. “Well, I guess that is all for that portion of our meeting” Doc said with a smile that betrayed a little uneasiness with what was to come next. “So, now we come to the interesting part. People in the medical community are really curious about what is happening with your body, Jenny. We would like to do an experiment to help get a better idea of what your body is doing. We need to do it now if ever, as if the cure works, there will not be another opportunity. What we’d like to do is a controlled experiment, where we take a baseline reading of your vitals and especially some things related to protein processing, then ask you to eat and drink some carefully measured food portions that we know the nutritional values of, and try to measure the way your body processes food. Basically, we want to get some blood work before, have you eat, then examine your blood and milk after you have expressed. Would that be okay Jenny? “If it means I get to eat, I’m all for it” Jenny joked with a laugh. “I’m starving. But in all seriousness, yes it is okay. Just try not to stick me too many times.” Doc Andrews was visibly relieved. “Thank you so much for agreeing to help, Jenny. It really will help us get a better picture of what’s going on. Let me get started with setup, and the I will talk you through the whole process. In the meantime, I am going to have one of my nurses come and get the “before” samples a while, okay?” Jenny agreed, and a few moments later she was asked to change into a hospital robe in order to ease that process. She did so behind a curtain that moved through a track in the ceiling. The hospital robe didn’t fit all that well, and Alan had to assist her with tying it in the back. Finally a nurse took what seemed like an endless array of samples with an expert hand, although clearly a nervous one. Once all of that was done. Doc Andrews reappeared. “So, this is what we would like to do, Jenny. We want to accurately measure your intake of food and water, so we have some prepackaged protein products here that will give us an accurate measure of what you are intaking, as well as a large pre-measured container of water to give us an accurate picture of that intake. Then we want to be able to measure, how your body distributes those resources. To do so, we need to somehow get an accurate measure of how much of the water and protein is going to your breasts for the production of milk, etc. The only way I could come up to measure this during the process, is to weigh your breasts as they enlarge. I think we should also take measurements, as they might reveal some information down the road that we can’t see now.” With that, Doc Andrews pulled back the curtain to reveal a stainless steel table, with what appeared to be a scale on top, supporting a large stainless steel tray with slightly raised edges It resembled a cookie sheet to some degree, but was much larger at roughly 3 feet square. “So here’s the apparatus.” Doc continued. I apologize for its crudeness, but they don’t make anything specifically for this purpose. Basically, we want to position your breasts on this big tray, and raise the level of the table until your breasts are completely supported by it, or at least as close as we can get to that. That should give us a somewhat accurate measurement of breast mass. The whole table itself is in turn on a digital scale system that will give us an accurate total body mass. When you are ready, we will collect your milk for measure and analysis with medical grade pumps, then do post test blood work, and you will be done. Sound okay to you, Jenny?” Jenny looked at the whole arrangement somewhat skeptically, but she was game. “ Okay. I just hope you have a while, because it’s going to take a while before I am ready to milk again. I just did before we came in this morning, and it typically takes quite a while. That is unless I binge, then it seems to happen much more quickly.” Doc Andrews looked a bit nervous. “Uh, yeah. About that part. One of the most interesting aspects of your condition is your body’s apparent ability to take massive quantities of resources and convert them into milk in such short order. Quite frankly, I don’t believe my colleagues in the medical community would believe me if we don’t document it. As such, what we would like you to do is eat as much and drink as much as you feel comfortable with, preferably as much as you can, if you are okay with that. There is also one last thing, and I’m sincerely sorry that I must ask, but I would be remiss if I did not.” After a pause, Doc Andrews finally continued. “I guess there really isn’t a delicate way to ask this.” She said with a blush. “We would like to videotape the whole test. I assure you that your identity will not be made available to the public, and if you wish we can obscure your face, either through physical or digital means. The problem is as I stated before. I just don’t think the medical community is going to buy this if we don’t document it as thoroughly as humanly possible.” Doc Andres finally paused. “I’m really sorry I didn't warn you about that before we took the blood samples, Jenny. I was struggling with how to ask you, but I definitely should have asked before you got prepped. My sincere apologies.” Jenny looked contemplative for a moment, then finally spoke up. “How about this? I want all of the original recording media, whether it’s flash media or whatever, and I will perform the face blurring myself, then return the edited footage to you. It’s the only way I can be certain that the original undoctored video can’t find it’s way into unwanted hands. No offense, but I don’t know who works here, and in the age of digital media, once something is out, it’s out forever.” Suddenly, Alan stepped in for a moment. “Excuse me, may I have a private word with my wife please?” He asked. Doc Andrews nodded and stepped away for a minute, obviously somewhat resigned to the thinking that she had lost her opportunity. Once she was gone, Alan turned to Jenny. “Are you sure you are okay with this, Honey? I mean I trust you, but what’s up with the asking for the originals? You don’t know how to blur out faces, do you?” Jenny smiled. “No, but I know someone who can learn how to do it in a few days, don’t I?. Besides, I thought you would enjoy getting to see that video. It could be a memento of this time in our lives.” Her eyes were full of mischief and her smile was a wicked little grin. “Come on, you know you want to see this. Lets just get it over with. One last growth spurt, then you are going to be stuck with the old boring me again.” She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying giving him a ribbing, but he could also tell that she was turned on by the prospect of being able to see herself as well. “Alright, Angel. As long as you are okay with it. With that, Jenny called Doc Andrews back. “I’m ready Doc. Just make sure I get those files when we are done, and I promise I will get them back to you.” Doc Andrews seemed almost shocked, and thanked her profusely, then immediately busied herself with preparing the test. Chapter 20: The Test with No Correct Answers. Jenny was finally in position, sitting on the stool in front of the odd looking table. Her stool at least had a backrest, but it was made of somewhat unpleasant vinyl that her skin stuck to. She had removed her panties, and was wearing only the hospital robe. Doc Andrew adjusted the table in front of her until it was close to her chest, then asked Jenny to lift her breasts into the large stainless bin on top of the scale. Jenny noticed that there was checkered tape affixed to the bottom of the tray, marked off in centimeters. Jenny removed her hospital gown. and lifted her breasts up onto the cold tray. “Gahh, that’s cold” Jenny laughed. It quickly warmed from her body heat though, and before long they had the table positioned just right to carry all of her breast’s weight. It felt somewhat relieving to Jenny to have that burden off her chest, if she could forgive her own pun. Alan stood nearby. Jenny’s insistence, he would be the one to hand her food and water stuffs from several nearby roller benches. Doc Andrews was walking around checking the cameras. There were 5 of them. One in either cardinal direction from Jenny, and one shooting down from above, in order to capture all angles. Doc Andrews seemed obsessed to a degree with making sure there was no way anyone could accuse them of faking the footage. All of the cameras were 4K professional units, and they were carefully time-synched. Once she was satisfied that all were working, she stepped over to a small desk with a computer. She had a spread sheet in front of her which was set up to have blocks of information to be recorded at 5 minute intervals. The information to be recorded was the two weights, combined and breasts only. Finally, The projection of the farthest reaches of Jenny’s breasts., and their circumference. At each 5 minute interval, Jenny would have to sit still long enough for the measurements to be accurately taken. “Okay, I think we are ready to go. Alan, could you please hand Jenny a liter of water so that I can check that the scale is registering it?” Alan did so, and the scale went up appropriately. Jenny was about to drink it when Doc Andrews asked her to wait one moment. Hand that back to Alan, and we will get a baseline. Then you can drink all you want, Jenny” Jenny did as asked, and Alan and Doc Andrews set about gathering the information. The first entry looked like this. Time: 10:17 hours Total Weight: 56.7 Kilos (125 lbs) Breast Weight: 7.7 Kilos (17 lbs) Breast Projection: 35.5 cm (14 Inches) Breast Circ: 139.7 cm (55 inches) Liters of fluid: 0.0 Food items: 0 “Okay, we are starting the clock now” Doc Andrews said. “Jenny, you are free to have anything you like.” “Water please, Honey, and bring them as fast as you can” Jenny said to Alan. Alan handed her two one liter bottles of water, and Jenny downed them as fast as gravity would allow. He then handed her two more bottles, and she repeated the feat. finally, 2 more bottles went down the hatch, and Jenny asked for some protein bars. She devoured them as if they were made from air, scarfing down 6 of them before the timer beeped. Alan and Doc Andrews quickly checked the measurements., and the second reading looked like this. Time: 10:23 hours Total Weight: 63.0 Kilos (138.8lbs) Breast Weight: 7.7Kilos (17 lbs) Breast Projection: 35.6cm (14 Inches) Breast Circ: 139.7 cm (55.0 inches) Liters of fluid: 6.0 Food items: 6 Protein bars Jenny then stepped back into her eating and drinking, and managed to put down 5 more liters of water and 8 more protein bars over the course of the next 5 minutes. Her stomach was noticeably pooched out below the table by this point. The third set of readings looked like this. Time: 10:28 hours Total Weight: 68.5 Kilos (151 lbs) Breast Weight: 7.8 Kilos (17.2 lbs) Breast Projection: 36.3 cm (14.3 Inches) Breast Circ: 140.0 cm (55.1 inches) Liters of fluid: 11.0 Food items: 14 Protein bars Jenny then slowed down considerably on her water intake. The next 5 minutes only entailed 2 more liters of water, but she did eat another 9 protein bars. Jenny’s stomach was at it’s largest at this point. The 4th set of readings looked like this. Time: 10:33 hours Total Weight: 71.0 Kilos (156.5 lbs) Breast Weight: 8.0 Kilos (17.6 lbs) Breast Projection: 37.1 cm (14.6 Inches) Breast Circ: 142.0 cm (55.9 inches) Liters of fluid: 13.0 Food items: 23 Protein bars. Finally, Jenny’s breasts started to grow in earnest. The water and protein were making their way to her breasts, and starting to fill them out. Her breasts plumped up very noticeably and Alan could actually watch the progression as they grew down the table. They leaped around 7 cm down the table in those 5 minutes, and their circumference nearly hit 200 cm. She continued eating and drinking at a somewhat subdued pace as her stomach worked to process what she had already consumed thus far. The 5th set of readings looked like this. Time: 10:38 hours Total Weight: 73.4 Kilos (156.5 lbs) Breast Weight: 12.3 Kilos (27.1 lbs) Breast Projection: 44.2 cm (17.4 Inches) Breast Circ: 199.3 cm (78.5 inches) Liters of fluid: 16.0 Food items: 30 Protein bars. Jenny kept soldiering on with the protein bars, and managed to consume 12 in the next 5 minutes. She seemed to be intent on getting all of the protein she could manage in as quickly as possible now that she had plenty of water in her system. She was still drinking water, but was not drinking as much, only managing 2 liters this period. Her breasts continued their growth though, working off already consumed water supplies that simply had not reached her breasts yet. Time: 10:43 hours Total Weight: 76.1 Kilos (167.7 lbs) Breast Weight: 16.4 Kilos (35.1 lbs) Breast Projection: 55.2 cm (21.7 Inches) Breast Circ: 270.5 cm (106.5 inches) Liters of fluid: 18.0 Food items: 42 Protein bars. Jenny consumed another 11 protein bars in the next 5 minutes, and another 3 liters of water. Her breasts continued their inexorable growth. They were standing nearly a foot deep off the table already, and her nipples continued to advance down the table at a snail’s pace. Time: 10:48 hours Total Weight: 79.8 Kilos (175.9 lbs) Breast Weight: 20.9 Kilos (45.8 lbs) Breast Projection: 63.3 cm (24.9 Inches) Breast Circ: 339.7 cm (133.7 inches) Liters of fluid: 21.0 Food items: 51 Protein bars. At this point, Jenny finally seemed to have had enough of the protein bars. She had another 3, then stopped paying attention to them. She drank another 4 liters of water, though, and her breasts were becoming absolutely massive. Time: 10:53 hours Total Weight: 84.0 Kilos (185.2 lbs) Breast Weight: 25.0 Kilos (55.1 lbs) Breast Projection: 71.5 cm (28.1 Inches) Breast Circ: 414.9 cm (163.4 inches) Liters of fluid: 25.0 Food items: 54 Protein bars. Finally Jenny seemed to have peaked out on her consumption. She drank one last liter of water, then seemed to settle in for the ride. Her eyes were closed tightly, and she was clearly concentrating deeply. Alan guessed she was trying to keep the letdown reflex from kicking in before she was done with her growth, but he could not be sure. As her consumption stopped, her weight had now plateaued at 85 Kilograms. All further breast growth would be due to water and protein transfer from her stomach to her breasts. And grow they did. Time: 10:53 hours Total Weight: 85.0 Kilos (187.4 lbs) Breast Weight: 29.2 Kilos (64.4 lbs) Breast Projection: 78.7 cm (31.0 Inches) Breast Circ: 514.9.9 cm (202.7 inches) Liters of fluid: 26.0 Food items: 54 Protein bars. Jenny’s breasts continued their slow advance across the stainless steel tray. The veins within her breasts started to become very prominent, and her skin became an almost translucent white. It was if you could almost see the milk inside of them, as they strained to hold back a coming tide. Jenny herself was deep in concentration, but reached out for Alan’s hand. Her grip was like iron when he took her hand, as she was obviously in some distress from the feelings she was experiencing. Sweat dripped from her brow, and her body temperature seemed to be increasing. Alan could feel the heat from her breasts even though he was almost 2 feet away from them. At the forefront of her breasts, Jenny’s areola seemed absolutely enormous. They had stretched to almost 8 inches across, and their dark color faded ever so slightly. They had also lost most of their conical profile, but still retained some outward push from the rest of her breasts. Her nipples followed suit. They appeared to have grown again, nearing 2.5 inches in length, and nearly as thick around as a nickel at their base, tapering just slightly towards the tips. Time: 10:58 hours Total Weight: 85.0 Kilos (187.4 lbs) Breast Weight: 33.2 Kilos (73.2 lbs) Breast Projection: 81.2 cm (32.0 Inches) Breast Circ: 545.7 cm (202.7 inches) Liters of fluid: 26.0 Food items: 54 Protein bars. Jenny’s growth slowed as it appeared she was approaching the finish line in this race. Her breasts seemed to almost stop growing outward, and start getting deeper off the top of the table. JEnny’s breathing started to quicken, as she was having more and more trouble holding back the damn of milk. She was determined to see how big she would be when fully engorged though, and soldiered on as best she could. Alan’s knuckles were white around her grip, but he was just as determined to be there for Jenny as she was to see this through. Time: 11.03 hours Total Weight: 85.0 Kilos (187.4 lbs) Breast Weight: 34.3 Kilos (75.6 lbs) Breast Projection: 83.4cm (32.8 Inches) Breast Circ: 561.4 cm (202.7 inches) Liters of fluid: 26.0 Food items: 54 Protein bars. The last of Jenny’s growth seemed to come more upward than outward. Her breasts seemed to have reached the limits of their considerable elasticity, and the last of the growth mostly just plumped her breasts up higher off of the table that laid on. Droplets of milk appeared at Jenny’s distended nipples, but still she held on Time: 11.08 hours Total Weight: 85.0 Kilos (187.4 lbs) Breast Weight: 35.2 Kilos (77.6 lbs) Breast Projection: 84.8cm (33.4 Inches) Breast Circ: 568.9 cm (224 inches) Liters of fluid: 26.0 Food items: 54 Protein bars. Finally, Jenny’s breast growth seemed to come to a halt. He breasts almost looked like ripe fruit, just ready to be picked. They stood up almost 15 inches deep off the top of the table, well above the level of her chin. as soon as this measurement session was completed, Jenny spoke in a very strained voice and let them know she was ready for the pumps. Doc Andrews brought over a cart with two large stainless steel pumps on it, and a large 30 liter glass vessel attached at the bottom. Almost the instant the large suction cups touched Jenny’s nipples, a trickle of milk appeared in the clear plastic tubes. Doc Andrews turned the pumps on, and Jenny’s reaction was immediate. She visibly relaxed in an almost violent way, such was the strain she had been holding back. Her milk immediately filled the tubes, and after a moment where it seemed the pumps would bog and not be able to handle the load, Doc Andrews alertly turned the speed up to avoid a backfire situation. Jenny slumped down on top of her breasts, rubbing their sides as they slowly drained back down, and clearly experiencing great pleasure at the feeling of her letdown reaction. After about 30 seconds, her hands went to her pussy, and her whole body started to visibly convulse as she orgasmed multiple times from the relief she was feeling. Doc Andrews had meant to continue the data recording part of the process, but the sight before her was simply too much to take in and still record for posterity. After about 5 solid minutes, Jenny’s orgasm seemed to fade. She slumped down on top of her much reduced breasts, and passed out. Doc Andrews checked her vitals, and once she was sure she was ok, returned to manning the pumps. After another 5 minutes, Jenny’s breasts were finally running dry. Jenny woke up with a little bit of a start, then realized where she was and relaxed. “Wow” she said. “That was incredible. That was the best orgasm of my life. I think they are pretty much empty now though. I can feel it.” With that, Doc Andrews turned off the pumps and removed the suction cups from Jenny’s extremely red nipples. They looked somewhat outsized on her now much smaller breasts. Doc Andrews asked for one final measurement, and these were the results. Time: 11.34 hours Total Weight: 58.6 Kilos (129.2 lbs) Breast Weight: 8.2 Kilos (18.1lbs) Breast Projection: 41.3 cm (16.25 inches) Breast Circ: 161.4 cm (63.5 inches) Doc then set out to gather some other information, and collected the milk from the glass vat for measurement before it was sent to the lab. There were 24.2 liters of milk it turned out. That meant that Jenny had turned 93% of the 26 liters of water she had consumed during the session into milk. Of the just under 1 Kilo of weight that Jenny had net gained in the affair, 90% of it had gone to her breasts. At one point, Jenny’s breasts had accounted for 41% of her total mass, with 77% of that being composed purely of water weight in the form of her milk. These were truly unheard of numbers, at least that’s what Doc Andrews said. For her part, Jenny was spent, and was already quite thirsty. She drank a few liters of water, and Doc Andrews suggested that they get her the birth control pills before she got too carried away. A nurse produced the pills, and Jenny took her first one right then and there. She seemed strangely morose about that fact. Chapter 21: The Decision Jenny put her things down inside the door as she returned home. Her new M3 project car was coming along nicely, and she had enjoyed her drive home. Alan greeted her with a hug and kiss, and informed her of the dinner menu. She took off her suit jacket, untucked her shirt, and removed her shoes in preparation for grabbing a shower before dinner. Alan told her that he had some news to discuss over dinner, but that it could wait until she had showered. His Military schedule started and finished a little earlier than her’s at the office, so he often prepared dinner for the two of them after they got home. His cooking was passable, if not spectacular. She really did appreciate the effort though. Jenny walked back to the bathroom, and turned the shower on to let it warm up as she finished undressing. It had been three months since she started on the pill, and it had achieved its stated goals. Her body had returned to something very close to what it had been before, although her breasts had gained a few sizes that they didn’t seem willing to relinquish. She was now at a size 30 J, and it made things like wearing dressy clothes a bit challenging, even more so than in the past. She didn’t mind so much though. It actually seemed to be somewhat helpful in her line of work, as she had no problems commanding the attention of a courtroom. Jenny looked approvingly at her legs and butt in the mirror. They had finally returned to their pre-accident athletic look, and she was proud of that accomplishment. Finally she stepped into the shower, and just luxuriated in the warm water for a few minutes, wondering what Alan’s news might be. After they finished their dinner, Alan launched into his news. “So, you remember that schooling I’ve been trying to get into for 4 years?” he asked. “Well, they finally agreed to send me. I’ll be leaving in just over a month, and it’s 2 and a half months in Georgia.” Jenny was happy for Alan. He had been working for almost 4 years without the required training for his job, which had been part of the hiring promises that they had made to him. He had learned how to do the job on his own quite well, but having the training would make him hirable at other organizations that were able to offer a higher pay grade. His bosses had been reticent to offer him the schooling once they saw he really didn’t need it, especially at it would mean that he would most likely move on to bigger and better things, but he explained that he had finally gotten the ear of their director, who immediately authorized the training and overrode his direct supervision. “So, two and a half months apart?” Jenny asked. “Well, technically you are perfectly welcome to come along Angel, but I understand if you don’t want to take more time off from work. It’s going to be long days of class starting at 0600 anyway, so I’m not going to be much fun, even when I’m home.” Jenny thought about it for a moment, then had an idea. “You know, I could go back to the telework stuff I was doing.” She said. “I can do that from anywhere, really.” “You really want to come with me to Georgia in the summer?” Alan teased. “You do know it’s hot as balls down there, right?” Jenny of course knew that, but that wasn’t her main concern. She had just returned to full time work two weeks prior, and didn’t really want to step away again, at least not so quickly. She was trying to think of a way to break that to Alan, when he reached over and took her hand in his. “It’s ok, Angel. I know you don’t want to leave right now, and I understand. Besides, we will always have good old Skype, just like the old days.” He was warm and assuring, and it was nice to know he understood. After dinner they settled in watched a movie together on the couch. It felt good to just be able to relax together. At one point, Alan paused the movie for a moment to go get something from the fridge as a snack. “It looks like we are down to our last pint of your favorite ice cream Angel. Remind me to put the order in after the movie is over.” As a result of what had happened to Jenny, the hospital had agreed to retain them on their food account as a courtesy, in return for Jenny agreeing not to sue. It had been Jenny’s idea. The home delivery service was really convenient, and a lifetime of free food seemed a fitting reward. Alan returned to the couch with Jenny’s ice cream, and some hard pretzels for himself, and they settled back in for the finish of the movie. As they laid there watching the movie, Jenny’s thoughts were elsewhere. She had been thinking about something for a long time now, but Alan’s presence made it hard because she was afraid he would stop her. With him leaving, she had an opportunity to try it without interference. She knew Alan loved her, and that he had her best in mind, but she really wanted to do this, not least of all as a present for him, but also for herself. She had to satisfy her own curiosity, and she had felt robbed of that option in the past. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. She had been thinking about it since Alan had first confided his personal obsession with growing breasts. This would take a little planning on her part, but she thought the end results should be worth it. She started to mentally plan things out. The timing would be key, she figured. The first thing she would do would be to start placing orders from the grocery store. She would need plenty of supplies to pull this off, but she didn’t want to order them all at once, so she decided to spread it out. She mentally calculated what she would need, and how much time she had to stockpile it, then made note of what her weekly order would need to be. Next she set about planning for all of her needs. By the time the movie was over, Jenny had 90% of a plan in her head. Chapter 22: Ducks, Rows. Once Alan had departed, they went back to the routine they had maintained prior to Jenny’s moving to the area. They spent the evenings together on Skype when possible, and texted the rest of the time when Alan wasn’t in class. The time seemed to move very slowly for them both, but soon enough Alan’s return date was 2 weeks out. That night as they were on Skype, Jenny set her plan in motion. She intentionally disconnected her cam, but told Alan that the internal cam in the laptop had stopped working. She wanted this to be a surprise when he got home. She had taken a leave of absence from work, and all of her supplies at the ready. If Alan was around and willing, this would have been easier, as he could have helped her by feeding her, but she wasn’t sure he would have been able to resist the temptation to call the doctors. She thought it was best she did this herself. That way, there would be no questioning whether it was truly her wish or not. And boy was this ever her wish. Ever since that first experience tasting her own milk, she had been obsessed with this idea. She wanted to see how big she could go. She didn’t just want to know, she HAD to know. Something deep inside her was driving her to answer this question. Given the fact that she had already gotten big enough in the past to make herself nearly immobile, she had planned for that possibility. She wanted everything to be right at hand, so that immobilization couldn’t stop her. To that end, Jenny had taken the time while Alan was away, and she had designed and built a system to ensure that she always would have access to water and food, well, food in liquid form at least.. She had built a huge rack system in their living room, and in it were 20, 55 gallon drums. She guessed it would be far more than she needed, but she didn’t want to be left wanting, and the obsession with this got the better of her. She had filled these drums with the supplies she had spent months stockpiling. It was a new liquid protein shake type of drink, which promised all the nutrients your body needed, all in one can. She had tried it once, and her body had screamed that is was the right thing for the job. The delivery guys had started to get suspicious she believed, delivering pallet after pallet of the stuff. She told them that she ran a charity, and that it was going to feed the poor, but she wasn’t sure they believed her. Each of these drums had a length of clear hose going running from it to a makeshift wooden rack, and each had a small tap on the end so that she could control the flow. She also had one of these hoses rigged up to the tap as well, for fresh water. She had also rigged up a waste removal system, which was a simple tube that she could use that ran down through the floor to the basement sink. Her favorite bit was a new breast pump system. It had two brand new industrial strength stainless steel pumps, rigged up to a small control panel that was within Jenny’s reach at the head of the dining room table, along with all of the other hoses. The two pumps fed a 55 gallon drum, but crucially, there was a return line that came back from that drum to Jenny’s command post. The drum was elevated, so it would be gravity fed back to her. Last but not least, she had spent weeks learning and setting up a system for a special surprise for Alan. Finally satisfied that everything was ready Jenny chose throwing her birth control pills away as a symbolic gesture of starting something new. She had stopped taking them the day before and could already feel that their effects were wearing off. She felt as if she was being untethered as she sat down for a starter meal.. She wasn’t sure the exact count, but she figured this starter meal was well over 15,000 calories. Chapter 23: Revelations Alan arrived at the airport around 11 AM. He had a message from Jenny that warned him she would not be able to get away in order to pick him up at the airport, but promising to make it up to him later. She had been strangely distant the last few weeks, often taking longer than normal to answer messages, and seemingly disinterested in normal conversation. She had complained that she was really busy, but he wasn’t sure he bought that. He could sense that something was up, but he wasn’t sure what it was. He hailed a cab to catch a ride home from the airport, and sat staring out the window for the entire ride home, contemplating what he might find when he got there. When they finally arrived, he paid the cabbie and collected his stuff. When he walked up to the front door of the house, there was a note taped to the window in Jenny’s writing. It read “Please use the garage door, honey” and had a heart next to the last word. Alan walked over to the garage door,and punched in the code of the keypad. The door opened, and he walked into the darkish garage and set his things down. Jenny’s car was out in the driveway, and in the spot it normally occupied, Alan found a desk with a computer on it. It had a custom screensaver that read “Please close the garage door, and sit down, Honey”. Alan wasn’t sure what Jenny was up to, but he figured he would play along. He closed the door and sat down at the computer. when he moved the mouse, a prompt came up asking for his password. He didn’t know what the password was, but after a few seconds, a hint appeared. It said the password was the username his future wife had used when they met. Alan entered M3forthewin! and the computer opened to a desktop with a folder, and one video file on the desktop. The video was labeled, “Watch Me First”, so Alan opened it up. It was Jenny, wearing his old Redskins hoodie. She began the video by welcoming him home, but then explained that this video was shot on a date which was nearly two weeks prior. “This is the start of a journey of self exploration for me. I hope that you can forgive me for keeping you in the dark about this, but I really needed to know the answer to a simple question, and I was afraid you would not approve. You may be wondering what this question is. Well, put simply, the question is what is my body really capable of? I know you were concerned for me when I was growing, and I appreciate that, but I am not exaggerating when I say that I never felt better in my entire life. I came to realise that I never really wanted to be “fixed”, and the past few months on the pill I have felt like I was constrained. Like I was being prevented from becoming who I was meant to be. Hopefully that doesn’t sound too crazy. In any case, I’ve already set out down my path.” She pulled back a little bit from the camera and pulled up the hem of the hoodie to reveal that her belly was pooched out immensely, as if she had swallowed a bowling ball. “Now, here is where you get to play catch-up, my love. I’m going to record everything that I can for posterity, and put the files in the folder you may have already seen on the desktop. I will label them chronologically, so that you can watch them in order. Now, before you go and try to spoil the surprise, you should know that I changed the keys on the locks, and the clue to find the key is hidden somewhere in those videos. You will have to watch them if you want to come in and see me, okay?” With that, she stepped back away from the camera a bit and turned profile. Her hands went to the sides of her breasts, and pulled up the hoodie to reveal her breasts. They already looked larger than last time he had seen them, and there were small clamps on her nipples. “First order of business is to see what I can do with this hoodie. Come and get me honey, but don’t hurry too much. Enjoy the show along the way. Oh, and I almost forgot, each video is password encoded. They will be in chronological order, and there will be a clue to the password of the next video somewhere in each one. I knew you would be tempted to skip to the end, but we couldn’t have that, now could we?” A mischievous smile was on her face as she said this, and with that, the video ended. Alan was still trying to take everything in. He sat there a little dumbfounded, then got up and checked the door. Sure enough, it was locked, and his key didn’t work. Finally, he returned to the computer and opened the folder. Inside there were several videos, labeled 1-4. He opened the first one. Jenny appeared in the same Redskins hoodie, seemingly shortly after she had recorded the previous video. Her breasts already looked larger though, and she was periodically drinking something out of clear plastic hose. She started explaining to Alan what she was feeling. Narrating the video so to speak. Jenny had apparently edited the video in a manner similar to timelapse. it would fast forward through parts she apparently considered boring, which seemed to include a lot of her drinking from a hose. Before long, Jenny’s hoodie was becoming rather tight, as her breasts grew and grew. Finally she returned to live action. Her nipples were threatening to tear straight through the sweatshirt’s fabric., and it was becoming obviously tight. “I’m really wondering what is going to give out first with this one.” Jenny said in the video. There aren’t any buttons to break off, or anything like that. I think it’s going to be the seams on the sides. What do you think?” Alan had to agree that seemed the most likely. The video continued, with Jenny panting before long. She pulled the camera in close, and Alan could hear the stitching start to pull apart. Jenny described how it felt to her, and narrated the buildup of tension. Finally, it came to a point where you could really hear fabric rending, Jenny zoomed the cam out, and sat back in her chair so expose that she was naked below the waist. She started to finger herself, and before long had herself orgasming like crazy. Just as she was at the peak of her orgasm, there was a loud ripping noise, and the sweatshirt split just on the left side of the large embroidered Redskin’s symbol. Apparently the stitching had weakened the fabric there. Jenny’s left breast was forcing it’s way through the hole. Over the next couple minutes, it slowly forced the hole wider, before finally her entire left breast popped through the opening. Her nipple looked like it was about to explode it was so large and red, and her breasts were incredibly veiny and firm. Jenny powered on through another orgasm, and finally her right breast broke free of it’s bonds. Her breasts were at least the size of basketballs, and still they grew. Finally Jenny recovered from her latest orgasm, and leaned in close to the camera, still breathing a little heavy. She pulled one of her nipples up into view to highlight the clamp that she had over it. “I decided to use these clamps in order to keep my milk from going everywhere when I orgazm. That is helpful to avoid messes, but I also wanted to make sure not to waste anything. You see, I had this idea. I want to try drinking my own milk, to see how my body reacts. It seems to me that my milk already has exactly what my body has been craving, so returning it to my body might be the best thing I can do to satisfy the demand.” With that she reached over and pulled something in from off screen. It appeared to be a suction cup, much like the ones for her breast pump, but a bit larger and more industrial looking. She used one hand to position the suction cup, and the other to flick a switch somewhere off screen. The pump whirred to life in a low methodical cadence. Jenny positioned it over her distended nipple, just far enough off that it didn’t get a good seal, then used her free hand to release the nipple clamp and quickly bring the cup down over her nipple. Even as quick as she was, a bit of milk shot out around the cup in a high pressure release before it finally took hold with a thwup noise. Jenny face betrayed the extreme feelings she was experiencing, as the pump started to work on relieving the pressure. “Oh god, that feels fucking amazing!” She said. She was visibly distracted, and seemed to forget about the other breast for a moment. Alan could see that her other breast seemed to be on the verge of overwhelming the power of the nipple clamp. Droplets of milk appeared on her nipple, and after a minute or so started to drip down onto her leg. This snapped Jenny out of her stupor, and she quickly repeated the process with the right breast. This one let out even more of a surge of milk as the clamp was released. After a few minutes of what appeared to be pure bliss, Jenny finally opened her eyes and collected her bearings before speaking again. “Wow, this feels incredible. These new pumps are a lot more potent than my old one. I can already feel that the pressure is dropping. “Okay Honey, on to the next video.” With that, the video ended. She had oddly emphasized the word “The”, and gave a quick wink as she said it. Chapter 24: Press Play Alan slumped back into his chair. He had been on the edge of his seat, literally, and the end of the video snapped him back into the present. He had been very worried about Jenny, but she was smiling and cheerful in the video, obviously not in distress in any way. That helped Alan feel comfortable that things were not dangerous, at least not yet. Her breasts already were at least as large as the largest big bust model he had ever seen, other than a couple of hideously deformed enhanced girls he had seem. They were probably significantly larger by the end of that first video, and that was probably taken two weeks ago. “Good lord, how big must she be by now?” Alan thought to himself. He took a moment to calm down, as his cock was throbbing despite his concern, and then took a look around the garage for a minute, hopeful of being able to find the key. He had no luck, and briefly considered knocking the door down, then suddenly he heard a familiar sound from the PC. It was the sound of an incoming message on Skype, and a bubble appeared. It was Jenny. “Don’t worry about me, Honey. I know what I’m doing. Now get back to your video homework, and don’t you dare break down my door :P” Alan tried to get her to answer several times, but she refused. Finally he resigned himself to her plan, and clicked on the video file labeled #2. A dialog box appeared asking for the password, and after a moment’s thought, Alan typed in “The”. The video opened. Jenny appeared to be naked this time, or at least her shoulders were, as that was really all Alan could see in the opening shot. “I thought I should give you a quick tour of what I set up here, Honey”. She began. “I have a total of 7 cameras trained on where I am sitting right now. There is the one you see me from now, which is on a moveable mount that I can position how I want, and then I have 6 more positioned at all of the angles of the compass, plus above and below. Here, let me show you what I mean.” With that, she pushed the camera back away from her face, to reveal that she was sitting at the head of the dining room table. The table top was heavy glass. Her breasts were currently resting in her lap, the nozzles from the milk pumps attached and working. The camera then switched to another angle, this one from across the room facing Jenny’s position. From here Alan could see that Jenny had several PC monitors hanging from the ceiling in a moveable rig, and a camera that extended out from this seemed to be the previous angle. It was mounted to an articulable arm, not unlike the ones you see on desk lamps, but quite a bit more robust. “So we have this angle from across the room” Jenny began. “Then we have 2 side-on angles”. Jenny switched the feed to these two angles, one of which showed the arrangement of barrels along the wall behind her. “Then we have one from above and behind” Jenny switched to this angle, which appeared to be from about ceiling level behind her position. “Finally we have an above shot, and since the table is glass, we have one from below as well.” She cycled through these two shots, and Alan noticed something odd on the table top. There was a red decal along the side of the table, marked off in inches and centimeters. At each foot line, there was a stripe of red tape across the whole table. “You are probably wondering about the tape marks on the table, aren’t you?” Jenny asked with a smile as she returned to the original camera angle. “I was not prepared to let the doctors stop me from trying this, but I do believe in collecting information for them to use after this is all over. To that end, I marked the table so that they could track my growth. The table is also currently being supported by our new corner-weighting scales, happy birthday!, so it can also track my weight gain.” Corner weighting scales are used in motorsports in order to assist in the setup of a car’s suspension. They track weights at all 4 wheels, but are also linked to give a total weight and distribution of that weight. “So, let’s see where I am so far, shall we?” With that, Jenny scooched her chair closer to the table and lifted her breasts up onto the tabletop. They were even more immense than when the previous video had ended, extending well past the 1 foot marker line on the table top. They looked somewhat drained and floppy though, as they had after Jenny’s experimental growth with the doctors. Jenny looked to her left at the readout for the scales. “It appears that they currently weigh about 8 Kilograms, and they are completely drained at the moment. With that, Jenny switched off the pumps and pulled the nipple cups off. Her nipples seemed impossibly huge, at least 2 inches long, and bright crimson in color. She massaged them for a moment, then placed the nipple clamps on them. “ I had to tighten them up a little bit after my last episode. Wouldn’t want to spill any, now would we?” She was obviously enjoying herself, and her tone was assured and confident. Okay, here we go with the doctor’s test version 2.0. This time I’m going to use my own milk in addition to protein shake and water. I know you are ready for this, so here we go!” With that she took one of the hoses to her left and started drinking from it. It seemed to be the milk spigot as it were, as the tube appeared white. Jenny appeared to be enjoying it greatly. After a couple minutes it ran dry. Jenny addressed the camera, panting slightly from the eertion of breathing while holding her throat open. “Damn, that was incredible! I so wish there was more where that came from. I guess I will have to be patient” She said with a giggle. “Okay, now for some protein shake and water.” With that Jenny took another hose into her hand. This one seemed to be the shake, as it appeared brown. She fast forwarded the video through several minutes of chugging, and when she was back, she changed angles to the one from below the table. Her tummy was visibly distended. “As you can see, I need to give that a moment to absorb into my body, but I can speed up that process for you”. From there on out, most of the video was basically a montage of intake, absorption, and growth. Jenny switched up the angles every minute or so, showing how things looked from different views. She kept returning to the below table view though, as that one was the most clear indicator of her growth. After a few minutes, her breasts had cleared the 2 foot line, and were starting to visibly puff up higher off the table. “We are past 25 Kilo’s now” Jenny said in a break from the time lapse. This feels so amazing, Honey, I wish I could share it with you. The nipple clamps help a lot, as I don’t have to concentrate so much on holding my milk in. Okay, let’s get back to the action, shall we?” Over the next few minutes, Jenny’s breasts seemed to inflate before Alan’s eyes. It wasn’t long before they were approaching the 3 foot line. Finally Jenny stopped drinking from her hoses, and the camera returned to normal speed. She was visibly stressed, but not in a bad way it seemed. She looked over at the scales. “ 92.4...92.5...92.6…” She reported. Her brow was covered in beads of sweat, and she was obviously under a good deal of stress. Her breasts looked as if they were about to explode. Her nipples seemed to be straining at the clamps that held them back, and the network of veins under her skin was impossibly vibrant. You could almost see the fluids being pumped through them. “My god this feels good, Honey. It’s amazing, truly” She said. “Okay, I think that is about my limit for this session. Looks like 92.8 Kilos. I was hoping to make 93, but the letdown reaction is too strong, I need to pump these monsters”. With that, she leaned over and grabbed the suction cup, switched on the pumps, and proceeded to remove the clamp from her left nipple as she simultaneously placed the suction cup. Milk shot out around the seal as if she had tapped a keg, but the machine quickly did it’s job. Jenny visibly struggled to concentrate as she performed the next swap, and when it was done, she slumped over her breasts and lost herself to orgasm. After what seemed to be 10 minutes or so of orgasm, Jenny finally passed out. The video then fast-forwarded to the point where she woke up. “Holy cow that felt good!” She said to the camera. “Well, I pretty clearly broke my previous record it would seem. I might have to figure something out here with the clamps and suction cups. I’m not sure how much bigger I can get and still reach to do that swap. Well, it will take a little while before these are finally drained I would say, so I’ll fast forward to that point. See you there, Honey!” The video then fast forwarded as Jenny’s breasts slowly drained of their milk. When it was done, they were noticeably larger than when she had started. probably about 2 feet or so in length, but they also looked less deflated somehow. “Well, it looks like I gained about a half kilo of mass from that little experiment.” She said. The key seems to be drinking my own breast milk“ she said with a wink. “Okay, on to the next episode my love!” She blew him a kiss, and the video ended. Chapter 25: The Last Bust Out Alan didn’t waste any time clicking on the next video. He entered the password, “key”, and it started right up. Jenny was sitting back in her chair again, wearing a bathrobe that wouldn’t really close in the front, and revealed a line of cleavage that had to be nearly 18 inches long. “Okay, here we go honey. I know how much you like watching me grow out of something, so I thought I would try something else. She pulled the robe off, revealing her obviously drained breasts, which looked notably larger than before. “So, I went online and found this.” She held up a piece of black cloth, which Alan figure out after a minute was a sports bra, although it was obviously for a very large woman. “It’s really designed for someone pretty fat, but I don’t think I could fit into much else at this point. So, let’s see how it fits”. She slipped her arms through the bottom, and brought it up over her head. Getting it down over her breasts was a bit of a challenge though. After a couple minutes of struggle, she finally had it in place over her breasts. The hem at the bottom really didn’t fit correctly, as Jenny was much thinner through the stomach than the intended wearer, so it looked a little comical on her. “Whew, that was pretty difficult. Wish I had you here with me to help with that” she said with a smile. She turned to admire her profile in the monitor, which was absolutely astonishing to Alan. Even in the bra, her breasts projected nearly a foot out from her chest. “Oh, one other thing I am noticing, my love. I think the milk is really helping me get back healthy. Look as this.” With that, she turned around to show her back. The musculature on her back was much more strongly defined than it had been since she got in the accident. She had always had an incredibly sexy, toned back that Alan loved, and it was nearly back to the same as before. She backed away from the camera and showed off her legs, which were similarly toned. Gone were the pencil thin legs she had been sporting for the last few months. Her legs looked almost as toned as they had ever been. “I’m so happy to be feeling better and getting my old body back!” She said with obvious joy. “Now, let’s see what we can do with this, shall we?” With that, Jenny took up the milk hose and started drinking deeply, and with obvious pleasure. After maybe 5 minutes, she was finally done with the milk, to her obvious disappointment. “Man, even though that was over 5 gallons, I’m still wishing it was so much more”. I’m getting more and more each time though, and that makes me happy”. With that, she switched to the protein shake mix and the video started to fast forward. Before long, she was obviously growing again. The sports bra showed only a little bit of cleavage at the top when she started, but that slowly started to grow as her heavy breasts pulled the shirt out from her body. Her nipples were extremely prominent, even through the thick fabric of the bra. She leaned back in her chair, scootching her butt out to the edge and slouching back. The reason became obvious a moment later when her hands went to her crotch. The hose with the protein shake never left her mouth, but she seemed to be really lost in the feelings she was experiencing. Her hands worked on her pussy through a pair of gym shorts, and before long there was an obvious stain. Jenny writhed in pleasure, and arched her back up off the chair. This exposed a rather large amount of under-cleavage, as the top was pulled away from her stomach by her enormous breasts. After a few minutes, her breasts started to squeeze out of this opening at the bottom of the sports bra, and bulge up around the edge of the garment. They steadily gained steam in their growth, pushing further and further away from her chest, and with more and more protruding out the bottom of the bra. Jenny finally removed her shorts, with a little difficulty. Her lovely little pussy was almost gleaming it was so flushed. She set to work on her clit now that there was nothing in the way. Her stomach was visibly plump, but Alan was amazed that it was not much more so. The rate at which her body seemed to be processing the protein shake and milk was simply incredible. Other than the pooch in her belly, it also seemed that the rest of her body had gained a layer of padding. It seemed her body may be storing the water weight all over. Her legs had lost some of their tone. Her breasts just kept on growing, and growing, and growing. Before long, they were visibly stressing the sports bra. They were also finding any and all space that was available to expand into, wrapping back around her sides and almost down to even with her back. Jenny set aside the protein hose and grabbed what appeared to be the water one. She was convulsing with waves of pleasure, even while she didn’t touch herself. Her pussy was positively drenched in her own juices. After a few minutes more of drinking from the water tap, Jenny finally set that aside. She struggled for a moment, and finally sat up in the chair. Her breasts rested solidly in her lap, and protruded roughly even with her knees. Alan guessed they would reach much further if not for the sports bra holding them back. There was a line of cleavage under her chin about a foot long, bulging up from the confines of the bra and nearly touching her chin when she sat up straight. She panted from the efforts of her exertion, but also from the effects of multiple orgasms. Then she leaned in slightly towards the camera, and spoke. “This is getting a bit uncomfortable at this point. The bra is making it a little difficult to breathe deeply. Hopefully it doesn’t last too much longer.” She smiled a teasing smile, and arched her back deeply, her arms pulled back behind her butt. This caused her breasts to positively inflate out of both the top and bottom of the bra. The upper cleavage rose to the point where it obscured her face right up to the level of her eyes, and the lower bulged down into her lap. Then Jenny relaxed. “Wow, that feels good. I love that feeling of tension.” She leaned forward with her hands linked over her breasts, her forearms pressing into the top of her breasts. They sank about six inches into her breast flesh, which bulged up around them on all sides. The bra obviously wasn’t a fan of this move, as it let loose a clearly audible sound as she did so. Jenny froze, thinking for a moment she might have broken it loose, but still it held on. “Thought it might be the end there” she said. “I think my stomach is almost done with the last of that water. Let’s take a look, shall we?” With that she backed the camera zoom out slightly, and slowly stood up. Her breasts were beyond huge, They reached down well past her navel, out nearly 14 inches in the bra, and the lower reaches were bulging out another 4 inches or so. She rolled her shoulders back and arched her back to show her stomach, and she was right, the pooch in her belly was nearly gone. She still looked slightly puffy all over though. Her breasts seemed to still be growing. “Just a little more to go I think” She said. She turned around, and put her hands up over her head. Her back was puffy as well, the lower edge of the bra was digging in by what looked like about 2 inches. Her breasts were clearly visible even from behind. Protruding nearly a foot on each side out from her rib cage. As she dropped her arms to her sides, he could see that they were easily wider than the outer edges of her upper arms, by 4 or 5 inches in fact. As he watched over the next few minutes, it seemed her body started to absorb the water surplus that was stored all over. Her body appeared to thin out before his eyes, even as her breasts continued their growth. Jenny was in obvious discomfort by this point. Pulling at the edges of the bra where she could get purchase, but it was under so much tension there was no give left in the elastic fabric. Finally, there was a rending sound, and the seam under Jenny’s left arm started to go. It opened up an inch or two at first, then the rest went like a zipper, right up to the armpit. Jenny’s left breast seemed to leap out of the bottom, taking her off balance. She plopped back down in the chair, rather than fall over. Her left breast now reached down well past her pussy. She wriggled her right breast out of the broken garment a moment later, then leaned back in the chain and clasped her hands together near her pussy, Her forearms and upper arms creating a cradle for her breasts as she leaned back. They covered the entire of her upper torso, and reached down nearly ten inches past her clasped hands. They were so firm, that they barely even conformed to the shape of her arms, which instead became a sort of a ramp for their leading edge. Even leaning back like this, her nipples nearly reached her knees as they strained mightily against the clamps that were holding back her milk. Finally, her growth seemed to have peaked out. She reached clumsily for her milk pump cups. Getting them on was a challenge this time. She could barely reach her own nipples, and she had to lean heavily into her breasts to reach. They barely gave under her weight at this point, so firm were they from the pressure inside. Each nipple let forth a gusher of milk as she switched over to the pumping cups, which elicited a curse from Jenny. She was mad about losing some of the milk it seemed. Finally, Jenny signed off. “Well, that was interesting. I think that may be the last of the “busting out” videos, as I don’t think I have anything else that will fit at this point. Don’t worry Honey, your goal is in reach. I’ll see you on the other side”. She smiled, and blew a kiss, then the video stopped. Chapter 26: So Close, yet So Far. Alan again found himself slumping back in the chair at the end of the video. His dick was impossibly hard, and showing no signs of calming down. After a few minutes of pacing the room, trying to calm himself, he sat back down at the PC. After thinking for a moment, he clicked on the last video, then typed “is in” as a password. It opened. Jenny was in her chair, pictured from the shoulders up as before. “Welcome back my love.” She said. “I had to make a small change of plans since that last video. I’ve almost run out of room in my milk storage container, and we couldn’t have that, now could we? I rigged up something with a few of the empty containers from the protein shakes, so hopefully I should be good for a while. It’s now 6 days after you left, and 8 days till you get back. Now, from here on out, I may have somewhat of a predicament. Here let me show you.” With that, she backed out the zoom of the camera slowly. She was seated at the head of the table, and as the camera panned back, her breasts just kept going and going. They were immense, easily twice as large as they had been at their previous highwater mark. When she finally got the zoom far enough out, he could see that they were nearly 5 feet long, 2 feet high, and 4 feet wide. The suction cups were on her distended nipples, and pumping away. “So, as you can see, at this point I can’t reach the suction cups anymore. As of right now, they weigh 263 lbs. I fell asleep last night with the pumps on, and the milk return tube in my mouth. I guess I kept drinking in my sleep, because when I woke up, I was nearly this big, as whatever I expell, I was just taking right back in. I haven’t been able to help myself this morning either, the thirst is just overwhelming. It tastes SOO good!!” She rubbed the sides of her breasts as she said this, clearly proud of them. “So for this video, I’m just going to time lapse for a while. I can barely stand at this point, so there isn’t going to be much excitement on that front in this video. Sadly, no hula dancing, but I’m sure you will survive. Okay, here we go now. I’m getting thirsty again already, so here goes nothing.” She had an ear to ear grin, and looked truly happy. With that, the video started to time-lapse forward. Jenny sat at the head of the large dining room table, designed to seat 10 people, and her breasts took up about a third of the table space. As the video progressed however, that share quickly increased. Her breasts slowly but steadily marched across the surface of the table. Inch by inch, foot by foot. Before long they were covering nearly half of the table. At this point, Jenny had both the protein shake and water hoses in her mouth, and just seemed to be taking everything in. Her eyes were closed most of the time, and he couldn’t even see her swallowing. This continued for about 5 minutes, and at that point, Jenny’s breasts were just past halfway across the dining room table, or nearly 7 feet in front of her. They extended to the sides nearly to the edges of the 6 foot wide table at this point, but were only marginally deeper than they had been, as they still appeared soft and squished down and spread out under their own weight.. The network of veins under their surface was extremely prominent, bulging up from the surface of her breasts ever so slightly, and almost pulsating with the flow of nutrient rich blood and milk. Finally Jenny stopped drinking for a moment, and addressed Alan. “Okay, I’m not sure how much longer I will be awake, so I’m going to end this video now. Don’t worry, I’m going to keep recording, but you’ll have to wait to see that later. It’s been a day and a half since I started that video, not sure if you could tell from the sun or not, but it’s now over halfway to you getting back home. I can’t wait to see you, so now I can tell you that the key is in the oil pan my love. Come find me, and see what I have become”. Chapter 27: The End of the Journey? With that, Alan dashed to the corner where the oil pan was kept, and found it full of oil. He grabbed a rubber glove from a box nearby, and fished around until he found the key. A quick rinse in the wash basin removed most of the grunge, and he discarded the glove, then headed over to the door to the house. He paused for a moment at the door, unsure of what he would find inside. Just then he heard the familiar sound of a of skype message from the PC. HE rushed over and read the message. “Please do hurry my love, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out here. :)” It read. Not sure what that meant, Alan finally built up the courage, walked over and opened the door. What he saw inside confounded his mind. On the other side of the room, facing the door, was the table where she was sitting. It took a moment for Alan’s brain to truly comprehend the situation though. Her breasts had completely overwhelmed the table, pushing both over the end, and over the sides as well. Her areola were the size of large pizzas, and extremely prominent. Her nipples must have been six inches long, and looked dangerously constricted by the now far too small suction cups. Milk flowed down the tubes at maximum rate, but it seemed that Jenny’s breasts were backed up due to the fact that the pumps were failing to keep up with her production rate. Milk was dribbling around the side of the suction cups, and there was a large pool on the floor already. Alan finally snapped out of his stupor. “Angel!, are you okay?!” He shouted as he rushed around to Jenny’s side, stumbling over toppled chairs as he went. Jenny looked back at him with a wide grin. “aside from the fact that I need new breast pumps, never better! She beamed, now give me a kiss before I explode!” She reached up and pulled him into her kiss, which was more passionate that he had ever felt in his life. After what seemed an eternity, she finally relinquished him, and he stood back up on wobbly knees. “Now, would you please be a dear and help me with something before we continue my love?” It’s going to be a mess, but these pumps have been losing the battle for almost two days now, and I’m literally about to explode. I hate to waste all of this milk, but I don’t think there is another way. I need you to pull the cups off my nipples, and like double pronto, okay?” Alan stood there dumbfounded for one moment too long it seemed. Before he could turn around and make his way back through the chairs, Jenny started to appear as if she was in pain. “Ooh, god, I think it’s too late. Never mind what I just said, just stay clear for now.” A moment later, Alan heard a noise as milk started to spray out around the cups on Jenny’s nipples. Jenny was panting, and her brow was covered in sweat. Suddenly, one of the cups shot off of her left nipple with a loud “thwok” sound and bounced forcefully off the wall with more force than uncorking a champagne bottle. Geysers of milk sprayed in all directions with near fire hose force. It sounded like a shower. A moment later the right nipple similarly discarded its burden, and the flow redoubled. The spray was so forceful that it was ricocheting of the walls and coming back onto Alan and Jenny in a fine mist. Before long, the entire room was completely soaked in milk. Through it all, Jenny was in the throes of a stupendous orgasm, bucking and bouncing as if possessed. The letdown continued for more than 10 minutes before it finally slowed to a trickle. Jenny finally collected herself enough to look up to Alan. “Holy fucking shit! If anyone has ever had more fun than that, they almost certainly died from the experience!” She was obviously overjoyed. “So, I hate to ask you to run out already my love, but I really need a new pair of breast pumps, and I have no idea where you could find something with enough flow, so you better get on it, right?” Alan just stood there with a blank look on his face, and a huge boner between his legs. The end?