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"What does yours say?" Nicole whispered to Bethany across the aisle, as the other girls in the room silently looked over their classification reports. These reports, the results of which are based upon an extensive battery of physical and academic tests administered on every student's 16^th birthday, dictated the areas of work and/or study the subject qualified to enter on their 18^th birthday. Along with the line of work/study, a biological status was assigned to each student.

"Clerical/administrative, public relations, with an emphasis on the technical fields. Cleared for military service. Breeding with approval!" Bethany answered excitedly. By now all the girls had started to whisper amongst themselves, sharing the contents of their classification reports. "What does yours say?" asked Bethany, struggling to be heard over the growing noise level.

"Wet nurse/breeder! Cleared for military service. Choice of training!" answered Nicole.

"You'll be a nurse? That's great! That's in the medical field like you wanted," Bethany shot back above the chorus of chattering classmates.

"No," Nicole corrected, "it says wet nurse! I'm also a breeder!" Both girls leaned into the aisle to look at the official form. Under Nicole's name, the biological classification entry read 'Wet nurse/breeder'. The career and abilities entry also read 'Wet nurse/Breeder' with the addendum 'choice of training'.

"What does that mean?" Bethany questioned.

"A wet nurse is a woman who..." Nicole explained.

"I know what a wet nurse is," Bethany interrupted, "I wonder why it's under your career and abilities. What do they mean by 'choice of training'?"

"I guess I'll find out from Mrs. Castleman," Nicole offered. "I'm at 2:00."

"You've got to let me know what she says," Bethany implored.

'Guidance Counselor Jean Castleman' read the plaque on the front of the desk. Seated behind the desk, Guidance Counselor Jean Castleman studied Nicole's classification report while Nicole sat silently in the office's only other chair. After more silence, punctuated by the occasional squeak of Counselor Castleman's chair, Mrs. Castleman placed the card on her desktop. "Looks like you've won the lottery, young lady."

"Excuse me?" Nicole replied.

"You can write your own ticket, the world is your oyster," Mrs. Castleman added. "Your scores are all very excellent. You can be whatever you want."

Nicole knew she was near the top of her class, and expected that she'd be allowed into one of the most challenging and best paying fields, but she didn't think she'd be making the choice. "So what is that about the wet nurse?"

"What this says," Mrs. Castleman began, holding the card up for emphasis, "is that you can choose your field of study. Your career is up to you. I knew you'd score well on the academics, but I had no idea you'd do so well on the biologicals. You're exactly the kind of girl that your country needs right now, and your country plans to reward you for your service." Nicole nodded to show her understanding, but the tilt of her head belied that she knew there was still more to the story. "It works like this," Mrs. Castleman continued in a more delicate tone of voice, "our country needs women who are able to breed as much as they can..."

"Yeah, I know," Nicole interjected, paraphrasing the official government propaganda, "thanks to the war, many people have been sterilized, or at high risk of passing on fatal birth defects..."

"Yes," Mrs. Castleman said, regaining the thread, "and those who can breed and breed safely are asked to do all they can for their country. Sperm and egg donation by qualified parties are highly rewarded, but even better is one who can produce and raise his and/or her own children. In those cases, multiple births are encouraged through the use of fertility drugs." Nicole nodded again, waiting for the punchline. "Now, this is where the wet nurse comes in. In cases of large multiple births, the mother cannot nurse all of her babies. Despite our great advances in science, nothing serves a baby better during it's first few months of life than mother's milk. If we are ever going to rebuild our society, we must repopulate, and that starts with lowering the infant mortality rate."

"So I'll be a wet nurse, and I'll have lots of babies?" Nicole questioned. "What kind of choice is that?"

"It's better than that," Mrs. Castleman offered. "While you attend school, you'll work as a wet nurse, assigned to families that have just had multiple births. After your studies are over, the government may ask you to have a multiple birth experience, in which case another girl like yourself would be assigned to help you nurse your children."

"Why am I training for a career when they'll just make me be a mother either way?" Nicole questioned.

"They can't force you to bear children," Mrs. Castleman assured her, "but they will certainly make it worth your while. Maybe you'll work for a few years to establish yourself in a field, then take a sabbatical. Repopulating is the primary goal, and the government is doing all it can to encourage the birth of healthy babies. Without a growing workforce..."

"...we can't rebuild our economy," interjected Nicole, finishing the overused mantra. "So how does it work if I join the program? How am I supposed to... supposed to be a wet nurse?"

"Well, you can't join until you're 18, unless your parents give their consent," Mrs. Castleman began. "The government will provide a full ride scholarship to the university of your choice, housing and books included, provided that you are accepted into the curriculum. I'm sure with your marks, you shouldn't have any problem getting into wherever you'd like. While you work on your degree, subject to academic probation, you will work part time at a local hospital, or possibly making 'house calls', so to speak. Because of the nature of the work that you'll be doing, you'll be put on a nutritional program as well."

Nicole's head was spinning. A free ride was already amazing, but the war had overtaxed medical resources and certain food production, and maintaining a healthy diet was a luxury few could afford. In addition to the sterilization, birth defects and other diseases caused by the biological weapons, mild malnutrition had spread across the country, leaving people unable to fend off once trivial viruses and diseases.

"I can give you this," Mrs. Castleman said, pulling a folder from a desk drawer and checking the contents. "It explains the terms of the program in more detail, and also has the consent and enrollment forms. Take that home and go over it with your folks. If you have any questions, come and see me, okay?" As if on cue, the bell rung, announcing the change in classes.

Nicole stood up and took the folder with a hand that was trembling slightly. It had seemed the world had been slowly collapsing around her for the last two years, and now she had won the lottery. She exited Mrs. Castleman's small office, and headed back to class.

"Mooo!" called a small group of girls as Nicole passed in the hallway. Nicole hadn't even begun her service, and already some jackass had decided to give her a hard time about it. The news of her classification report had spread quickly, even though the results were intended to be private. Her status as a wet nurse had also made her uncomfortably popular with the boys. The boys who took every opportunity to discuss her 'future plans', which inevitably degenerated into talking about her tits.

"Suddenly you're so popular!" Bethany cracked, trying to cheer Nicole.

"I'd rather be popular for my personality, like you," Nicole lamented, counting the days until school ended and she could move to a college campus where not everyone knew she was going attending on a breastfeeding scholarship.

"Yeah, you and all the unattractive women on this planet," Bethany shot back. "Besides, I'm just a big flirt. You ought to try it sometime. It's really fun."

Nicole's parents had signed the consent form without hesitation. Unfortunately for the children of this age, a summer off between high school and college would be less than idyllic. The sooner the society could be rebuilt, the better off everyone would be. With the government willing to bankroll the next four years of Nicole's life, there was no reason to wait for those four years to begin.

Two weeks after graduation, Nicole appeared before a university counselor. She picked out her pre-med courses, registered for a dorm room, and scheduled and appointment with a program physician.

One month later Nicole had settled in to her new life. The program had placed her in a dorm room with Kris, another freshman girl on a wet nursing scholarship. They quickly gained an appreciation for having someone they could relate to. Their weekdays became a routine of classes and studying, segmented with a regimen of pills and nipple stimulation.

"You know every guy on campus would love to spend their evenings here at the dairy!" Kris joked, while lay on her side topless, reading her basic psychology book and massaging one nipple with a wet sponge.

Nicole sat at the computer, typing with one hand, while holding a breast pump to one ripening breast. "What's that?" she asked over the hum of the electric pump.

"I'm just saying," Kris repeated, "that this is every college guy's dream; a room where the girls are hot and always topless. One blond, one redhead...both with big boobs, and both are very hot!" Kris' statement was no exaggeration. The megavitamins the girls took had given them longer, thicker hair and nails, and their skin positively glowed. The combination of the hormones they ingested and the stimulation they performed was causing their breasts to swell up, and would eventually bring on lactation. They were in the best shape of their lives.

"No kidding," Nicole agreed, switching the pump to her other breast, "but let's keep the 'dairy' part to ourselves. I already caught enough crap back at home once people found out how I was paying for college."

"It's not a dairy yet," Kris added, "but Dr. Tyler said what, that it should take about three to four weeks? We're starting week three today, so get ready little cowgirl! If my boobs get much bigger, somebody is going notice something is up."

"Outside of you and my friend Bethany, I don't know if I know anyone else knows me well enough to know that I wasn't always this big," she reasoned, Nicole, like Kris, had already swollen a full cup size since they began. Kris from a B to C cup, and Nicole had grown from a C into a D. Nicole was thankful that the program would provide nursing bras, though she preferred to shop for her own.

 Two days later, Nicole's milk began to let down. The day after, Kris followed suit. The next Monday, the two were given their first assignments. Each would be nursing babies from women who had volunteered to undergo fertility enhancement, resulting in multiple births.

Nicole arrived at the hospital to meet Jani Thomson, the mother of the babies she would be nursing. Nicole was surprised to find that Jani was only two years older than she was. Jani had quit school before finishing her degree in order to take advantage of the government's multiple birth incentives. That morning, three of her five tiny babies waited for mealtime in their heated bassinets. One of the remaining two was being fed by Lisa, a wet nurse who was finishing her final year, while the last baby nursed quietly on her own mother's breast.

The first session was a little bit awkward for Nicole, as expected, but the experience of Jani and Lisa comforted Nicole. Eventually, she would find herself feeding the babies alone, when Jani was unavailable.

After her first week with the Thomson quints, Nicole was responsible for the afternoon feedings, and was encouraged to come in any other time when she could, rather than waste her milk. Kris had been assigned to a set of quadruplets, and they both shared the afternoon shift with Lisa and Ashley. Ashley was another freshman who was feeding orphaned babies, while the veteran Lisa served as their mentor as she handled a set of twins and a set of triplets. Ashley was the shortest of the girls, but she had been blessed with the largest pair of breasts any of the girls had ever seen. Ashley was Latino and voluptuous, and Kris had taken to describing her as "six feet of body on a five foot girl."

After spending time together each afternoon, the girls all became friends. At the end of their first week together, the three freshmen wet nurses decided to go out for the evening.

"Come on Kris," Nicole called, "I told Bethany we'd be there by 9:30. She's such a flirt, if we're not there on time, she'll have all the guys following her out of the bar."

"I wish I had thought about not being able to drink before I had joined he program," Kris complained, hurriedly looking through her closet.

"We're under age anyway," Nicole offered, shouting from the mirror in the bathroom.

"Yeah, for the bars," corrected Kris, "but there's always a party somewhere."

"I didn't think we were going to drink, I thought it was time to dance and meet some guys," explained Nicole, "That's why I'm wearing this." Nicole stepped out, holding a curling iron, wearing a form fitting little black dress that accentuated her pale skin, long red hair, and bodacious bosom. With the regular demands at the nursery, Nicole's breasts had swelled to a double D, and Kris had grown another cup size as well. "I can't wait to see Bethany's face when she sees these boobs! We've only spoken on the phone since we started here."

"My god," exclaimed Kris, "we are going to kill tonight, aren't we?"

Kris and Nicole met Bethany outside the bar. "Oh my god!" squealed Bethany. "Look at your boobs! They're huge! Where do I sign up?" she joked. "Talk about competition!"

"Shhh!" Nicole scolded Bethany, before introducing Kris. "Bethany, this is my roommate Kris. She's also in the program."

"Yeah," Bethany said, glancing down at Kris' healthy bustline, "I thought so." She shook Kris' hand. "We've spoken on the phone."

"Well, if you think we're huge," Kris told Bethany, "you ain't seen nothing yet." Nicole and Kris looked past Bethany.

Bethany turned to see a girl paying a cab driver. Her back was turned, and all Bethany could see was that she was shorter, curvy, and had dark, wavy hair.

"Ashley!" Nicole called. "Over here"

Ashley finished paying and turned towards the three girls. For a brief moment, she stood in profile while she closed her tiny purse, her top-heavy form obvious in her form-fitting dress. She then turned towards the group and began walking, her large breasts undulating within the stretchy fabric. Bethany was almost speechless at the sight. "I see what you mean," she managed to say.

Nicole noticed that it took an unusually long time for the bouncers to stamp their hands at the front door, especially considering the fact that they readily admitted that they were not of drinking age.

Shortly after the girls arrived, Ashley had paired off with a good-looking computer science major named Robby. Robby had rather anti-establishment politics and pretty good dancing skills. They could also tell by the way that he looked at Ashley that he also had a predilection for women with big boobs.

Kris certainly teased plenty of the guys, though she never settled on one. She found it hard to make eye contact, but it was no problem getting noticed. Bethany was using her outgoing personality to gain attention, and was glad to find that not every guy in the bar was into large breasts. Nicole was quite unaccustomed to the attention she was receiving, and after a while she began to worry that she might begin leaking milk with the exertion of dancing. When they weren't on the dance floor, their table was always crowded with guys, where the group turned down countless offers of free drinks.

"I'll be right back," Nicole announced, picking up her purse. Recognizing the cue, the other girls also excused themselves.

Huddled in the bathroom, the four had a moment to talk to themselves.

"My God," Kris began, "I'm not used to having everyone stare at my chest!"

"Personally, I like the company," Ashley added. "Usually they only stare at my chest. You'll get used to it."

"Why didn't you guys tell me to wear a push-up bra?" Bethany complained in jest. "Where's the toilet paper? I'll fix this!" She pretended to hoist her bust with her hands.

"Robby seems nice," Nicole observed as she reapplied her lipstick. "Cute and smart."

"He's smart enough to look me in the eyes when we're talking. He can dance pretty good too," Ashley added, brushing her hair. "I like that."

"I'm so glad I wore black," Nicole mentioned. "I'm starting to feel a bit full, so I hope I don't start leaking."

"I know what you mean," Kris chimed in, patting her bosom, "but I think I can last another hour at least."

Just over an hour later, the girls exited the club with a cluster of drunken, lusting fraternity brothers trailing after them. Nicole, Kris and Bethany piled into a waiting cab, while Ashley lingered outside with Robby.

"Just kiss him already!" Bethany teased.

"Let's go before I turn into a pumpkin!" Nicole called out.

"You're looking like two pumpkins!" Bethany added.

Ashley hurriedly scribbled her number on a napkin and gave it to Robby, along with a hug. She then bounced her way into the idling cab. As the cab pulled away, the crowd the girls had drawn finally dispersed.

"That is the intention of the program," Dr. Tyler explained, adjusting his chair and entering notes into Nicole's record. Three weeks after the first feeding session, Nicole was undergoing a short physical exam for the program records. "Those who are fit to breed, uh, safely, and who have privileged our country with taking on the burden of a multiple birth cannot be expected to handle the load by themselves. But, we do need to rebuild the population as soon as we can. After World War Two, the returning men were all to eager to begin families, giving us the 'baby boom' of the 20^th century. This time, there haven't been any returning troops, so to speak. As you know, most everyone involved directly in combat and most of the populations in areas hit by enemy attack have suffered adverse side effects. In terms of reproduction, everything from sterilization to extremely high probability of birth defects. That is why the government subsidizes multiple births so heavily. The wet nursing program allows the mothers to have some semblance of a life."

"Right, I understand all this," Nicole said from her perch on the padded table, while the doctor prepared a hypodermic needle, "but why don't you just use formula? Or why can't we just pump the milk for later? Sometimes I feel like I'm chained to the hospital, since I'd rather feed the babies than just pour the milk down the drain. I'd even come in on my day off. Isn't the day off counterproductive in terms of our volume?" Dr. Tyler turned to present the needle, prompting Nicole to ask, "now what is that for?"

"First of all," Dr. Tyler began, "Those are all very good questions. We don't use formula, because even modern science has yet to improve upon the immunization and nutritional properties of breast milk. In the past, it was common to pump milk for later use, and to also allow the father to take part in the nurturing. But, it has been shown that infants are more likely not only to survive, but also to thrive, when given the human contact of breastfeeding. As I said earlier, we need to give our children every advantage we can. The days off are so that you can have a life. So long as you pump, the effect on your production should be negligible." Dr. Tyler gently lifted Nicole's left arm.

"And the shot?" Nicole questioned.

"A flu shot," Dr. Tyler responded.

Nicole thought for a moment. "I just had a round of shots when I entered the program," she complained.

"Well, this is for a new strain," explained the doctor, expertly inserting and removing the needle from Nicole's arm.

Knowing what she knew about vaccines, she was surprised to find the doctor so casual about giving a vaccination to a breastfeeding woman. Though Nicole was only a freshman in her medical studies, she did know that a vaccination consisted of giving a person a small, controlled amount of a disease, allowing the body to build up a higher resistance level. "Should I not feed the babies for a couple of days?" Nicole asked.

Dr. Tyler seemed surprised by the question. "No, don't worry about it," he assured Nicole.

It still seemed wrong to Nicole. "Isn't there some chance that I could pass the flu onto the babies?" she asked.

"No," he repeated. "Your immune system should be strong enough to eliminate the flu from you system very quickly. O.K., get dressed and make an appointment for two weeks from now. If you have any problems before then, give us a call." Before Nicole could press the matter further, Dr. Tyler had closed her file, locked his computer and exited the examination room.

Nicole sat in the dressing gown, holding a cotton ball to her arm, amazed by the doctor's sudden departure.

 Later that week, Ashley arrived at the nursery, looking run down and haggard.

"Ashley, are you okay?" Nicole asked.

"I lost another one today," Ashley whispered sadly. It was the second of the orphans that Ashley fed to have died in the last week, and it was natural for the women to become attached to the children that they fed, as the breastfeeding bond runs in both directions.

"Oh, you poor thing," Nicole soothed, "I'm sorry." Lisa and Kris chimed in with their condolences. Most of the session was carried out in silence.

Nicole kept an eye on Ashley, and noted that most of the orphans were looking unhealthy.

The quiet session ended, and Nicole closed the flaps on her nursing bra. Before feeding times, Nicole normally bulged out of her government issue 34-DD nursing bra. Now, even after servicing all five of the Thomson quints and their growing appetites, Nicole's breasts still overflowed the convertible cups.

Lisa and Kris walked home without saying much to each other. Nicole was tired and feeling the stress of an increased workload. They arrived back at their dorm, and Nicole slammed down her purse.

"You seem pretty crabby," Kris mentioned.

"Lisa graduated, and they haven't found anyone to take her place," Nicole complained while unbuttoning her blouse. "I'm already going in twice a day sometimes to make up for someone else who dropped out to have kids of her own. When am I going to have time to study?"

"When are you going to get a new bra?" Kris wondered aloud, staring at the blue-veined flesh bulging out the cups of Nicole's 34-DD brassiere.

"Yeah," Nicole agreed, "looks like I could use some more room, and I hate these nursing bras anyway. I sure hope the quints don't plan to have growth spurt anytime soon. I don't know if I can keep up."

Saturday morning, Nicole headed out to the nearest lingerie shop. She was tired of the government issue nursing bras, and she didn't feel like going through the procedure necessary to procure a new one. She a salesgirl showed her an inexpensive but respectable looking style in an F cup. After trying it on, Nicole made her purchase and headed home to study for her psychology test.

Nicole and Kris studied quietly after their shifts at the hospital. They had only been home for half an hour when they heard a knock at their door. Kris opened the door to reveal Ashley, looking positively frantic. "Come in," Kris implored. Ashley stepped just inside the door.

"Something's wrong," she whispered. Nicole and Kris listened attentively. "I think my milk has gone bad."

"What?" Nicole and Kris said simultaneously.

"I think my milk is killing those babies," Ashley explained.

"Why do you think that?" Nicole asked. "You're not the only one that's feeding them."

"Robby's sick too," Ashley murmured ashamedly.

"Your boyfriend?" Kris questioned. "How?"

"You know how!" Nicole admonished. "Ashley is a beautiful girl, and who can ignore those boobs!"

"Yes," Ashley said, "when we fool around, I let him drink my milk...and now he's sick too. I spent the night at his place last night, and we slept in so I didn't really see him before my shift. When I went back just now, he was sick like the babies!" Ashley herself didn't look so well either, especially considering the girls assumed they were all on the same extra-nutritional regimen. "Please, what can I do? I'm afraid to say anything to Dr. Tyler. You know were not supposed to be feeding any babies except the ones that we're assigned..."

"Our bodies are not their property, and Robby is not a baby," Nicole declared. "Listen, Ashley, I'm sure everything will be okay. Maybe it's just the flu, or something he ate?" Ashley stood silently, her expression lightening.

"Why don't you take him to a doctor?" Kris posed.

"No!" Ashley answered flatly. "You're probably right. It's probably just the flu."

"If it's really bad, take him in," Nicole added. "But it can't be from your milk."

"You're probably right," Ashley repeated and let herself out of the dorm room without another word.

"That was weird," Kris said first.

"Yeah," Nicole added, fiddling with her bra straps. Although it was a new bra, Nicole found it unusually hard to adjust the straps comfortably. Every half-hour she was loosening the shoulder straps a bit. By dinnertime, Nicole felt the familiar sensation of fullness in her breasts. She unbuttoned the front of her shirt and unfastened her bra, pulling it up and over her breasts leaving it to rest loosely on her bosom. With hardly a break, she continued studying as she pumped her breasts.

With her mind focused on her notes, Nicole didn't realize she had filled the pump's reservoir until it began to overflow onto her lap. She emptied he milk into the bathroom sink, and resumed studying after switching to her other breast.

Again, the milk leaking out of the pump's reservoir broke her concentration. Hastily, she emptied the milk into the sink and caught her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts jutted out forcefully from the disheveled mess of fabric, two generous and healthy orbs. Nicole tried to corral her breasts into the new bra, but found it to be a tight fit, even though she had just pumped herself.

By the end of the day, Nicole was back at the lingerie store. She was frustrated by the need to return,

Feeling completely self-conscious as she paced the store braless. Her breasts seemed bigger than ever as they bobbled beneath her shirt. Nicole believed that everyone was staring at her when she wasn't looking. She found the salesgirl who had helped her, and presented the 34 F with the receipt. "This must have been sized wrong," she contended. "It's too small."

"I gave you the bra you tried on," the salesgirl insisted.

Already too frustrated to argue, Nicole capitulated. "Can I try another in this size?" She asked.

Nicole tried on two more F cups, and neither could come close to containing her oversized udders. Sheepishly, she exited the dressing room, and asked for the next size larger.

The salesgirl found a double F, and still Nicole's bosom exceeded it's capacity. Shocked and dismayed, Nicole stared at her reflection in the dressing room mirror. Two swollen globes of flesh stared back, bound uncomfortably by the black satin of the overstressed 34-FF. "What the hell is going on here?" she asked herself.

"Have you got anything larger?" Nicole called to the salesgirl through the dressing room door.

"Not in a 34, sorry," the salesgirl replied.

"Shit!" Nicole whispered.

"You can try a 36," the salesgirl offered. "The cups are larger in the larger sizes."

Nicole settled on a 36-FF, resigned to pin the band until she could sew it or have the clinic issue her a proper fit. She wore the bra out of the store.

Sunday morning, Nicole awoke to the dull throbbing sensation of her engorged breasts. She could hear Kris coming in the door, and Nicole decided she could use a few more minutes of sleep. Nicole tried to roll over on her stomach, but the sharp pain from the added pressure prevented her from continuing. Fully awake now, she felt encumbered by the weight of her chest as she sat up.

"Hey sleepy," Kris called, placing two bags on the table, "I've got bagels and juice."

"My tits are killing me," Nicole complained, wrapped in her blanket, rubbing her eyes.

"Late for a pumping?" Kris inquired.

Nicole eyed her alarm clock. "Not this early, not usually," Nicole reasoned, "but I feel like it. They feel like they weigh a ton." She gently felt one solid breast, and knew that she'd have to pump as soon as possible. She held one heavy mass of milk filled flesh, and realized that she was swollen larger than she had ever been. "Geez, I feel like I'm going to start gushing," she added. She stood up and shuffled to the bathroom, her arms bumping into the sides of her breasts.

In front of the bathroom mirror, Nicole pulled her sleep shirt over her head. She gasped audibly at the sight before her.

"Are you okay?" Kris called.

During the night, Nicole's breasts had almost doubled in size.

Nicole had never seen breasts as large as the pair that now projected from her slender frame. Laden with milk, her enlarged udders extended over a foot in front of her, and their breadth eclipsed her arms. The skin on her breasts was drawn tight, straining to contain the masses of flesh of milk.

Without hearing an answer, Kris knocked and let herself into the bathroom. Upon her entrance, Nicole silently turned towards Kris, her massive breasts exposed and bulging towards her roommate.

"Oh my god," Kris blurted out, "what happened? You're huge!"

"I don't know," Nicole said in a daze. "I thought I was just engorged, until I saw myself." She looked down at her enlarged endowments, gently squeezing the bulk of one overgrown breast. She winced at the pain. "Still, I think I'm going to burst if I don't do something soon."

"You look like it," Kris agreed. "We better call Dr. Tyler. Weren't you just a double D yesterday? Now you're bigger than Ashley! Overnight!"

"Not exactly overnight," Nicole corrected. "I went bra shopping yesterday morning, since the day before you saw how I was popping out of the double D. Well, in the morning I fit into an F, but last night I went back to exchange it for a bigger size. I thought I had grabbed the wrong bra when I left the store, but then I tried on a double F, and that was too small!"

"What did you get?" Kris asked, listening in amazement.

"The double F was the biggest they had in a 34. I was going to use a 36, since the cups were a little bigger, but now..."Nicole trailed off, looking down at the swollen dirigibles her breasts had become.

"You've got to go see Dr. Tyler," Kris repeated.

Nicole again sat on the examination room table. The quiet rustling of the sanitary paper under her nearly naked bottom seemed deafening. She had spent a good hour pumping her milk before she left for the hospital, but, as she had expected, the volume of her breasts had hardly diminished.

Dr. Tyler entered, heading straight for his computer, and pulled up Nicole's file. Nicole couldn't see the screen from where she sat, but she could hear the doctor typing furiously. "You mentioned some swelling, some discomfort to my secretary?" he finally mumbled.

"Swelling!? This is more than just swelling! Have you changed the dosage of any of the pills?" Nicole asked Dr. Tyler in frustration. "My breasts are huge! They're twice as big as they were yesterday, and twice as big as the day before!"

"Let's take a look, shall we?" Dr. Tyler prodded, ignoring Nicole's question. He seemed almost annoyed by her presence, and not at all surprised by the dimensions of her breasts

Nicole lowered the dressing gown. Her breasts were filling up under her arms and up to her collarbone. The twin masses of flesh covered Nicole's torso down to her navel, and projected almost a foot from her ribcage. Her equally outsized nipples stiffened in the examination room air. As Nicole crossed her legs, she felt her thigh bump the bottom of one overgrown breast.

Minutes later, Nicole found herself alone in the examination room. Dr. Tyler had done only the most cursory check up, and had barely glanced at Nicole's considerably larger breasts. Nicole was told to 'wait and see", and to make another appointment for the end of the week. The doctor's assurances did little to calm her, and raised far more questions than were answered.

At her afternoon feeding session, Ashley looked worse than ever, as did her charges. Nicole found a whole new set of problems awaited her. As large as her breasts had grown, she no longer had a free hand while nursing. She now had to use her other hand to prevent her exaggerated breast from smothering each child. Besides the cumbersome size her breasts had attained, noticeably surpassing Ashley's prodigious bustline, Nicole had to contend with nearly choking the babies on her milk. Her let down response created such a voluminous flow that most of her babies couldn't handle it. She found she had to occasionally let her milk spray into a towel until the intensity subsided.

"Thankfully", Nicole told herself, looking for a silver lining, "I'm not nursing a newborn, or they'd never get their mouths around these nipples." Once cute, pink eraser tips, Nicole's nipples had deepened in color and exceeded a half inch in diameter at the tip. During a feeding, the babies could draw them out to a length of an inch or more.

Once she figured out the best feeding method for her new size, she felt it was time to break the silence.

"How's Robby?" Nicole asked Ashley.

"He is getting worse, and I don't feel so good," Ashley answered gloomily. "He thinks it's all part of a government plot, but he and his friends think everything is part of a government plot." Ashley was so out of it that she didn't notice Nicole's expanded udders.

"Are you still taking all your pills?" Nicole asked.

"And I get those shots," Ashley added tiredly.

"Shots?" Nicole questioned at first. "Shots!" she repeated as a realization burst into her head. Although Kris, Ashley and herself had begun the program at the same time, Ashley had a series of shots, Kris hadn't mentioned any, and she herself had only one. Ashley, the orphans and Robby were all in ill health, and Kris and her ward seemed completely unaffected. Nicole, on the other hand, was undergoing hypertrophy of the breasts while the Thomson quints and Lisa's old charges were bigger and healthier than most single birth children were at that age. "Ashley, let's go talk to Robby. I think I've got an idea that may help."

"Okay," Ashley agreed, "just let me finish up."

"No hurry," Nicole responded, replacing the last of the quintuplets into it's bassinet. "I've got to go have a quick fitting, and see if they've got something that can hold these boobs." Standing up, Nicole's unfettered breasts swayed ponderously before Ashley.

Ashley finally focused enough to see how big Nicole had gotten. "Your boobs!" she cried, looking up at Nicole through the dark circles under her eyes.

"I'll tell you about it on the way to Robby's" Nicole said, pulling her shirt closed around her inflated form. "I'll be right back."

Nicole was not surprised that the hospital had a bra that would fit her. She was more worried than surprised. "Why are they were prepared to find their wet nurses needing to buy a size 34 with an N sized cup?" she pondered. After stepping into the bathroom to put on her new bra, she stopped by the attendant nurse once more. "Have you got anything bigger?" she asked innocently.

"Doesn't quite fit?" the nurse asked, completely unaffected by the inquiry.

"Um, I think it's okay," Nicole answered quickly, "but some times of the month... you know," she finished with a shrug.

"Let me take a look, dear," the nurse said as she headed back to a storeroom.

Nicole took the opportunity to study every document she could see on the nurse's desk, and craned her neck to view the computer screen. At the sound of the returning nurse's footfalls, Nicole straightened up and tried to act casual.

"Don't worry miss," the nurse assured her, "we've got 34s all the way up to a U cup, but we can always order what you need."

"Thanks," Nicole replied, and went to meet Ashley. "A U cup!" she thought to herself, "They're expecting someone to need a 34 U! What the hell is going on here?" A moment later, a chill ran down Nicole's spine, as she realized that bra might be meant for her.

Robby lived in what appeared to be a run down frat house, now occupied by a radical, anti-government student group. The house had been headquarters for countless student demonstrations and anti-government protests during the war, and still seemed to be doing a fair practice in the aftermath. Slogans and handbills littered the walls, along with posters of various political prisoners, counter cultural entertainers, and the occasional government official, whose face was inevitably disfigured in one manner or another.

Robby was in his room, sitting at his desk, sleeping on his schoolwork. Nicole could tell from the back that he had already lost weight since she first met him at the bar. The noise of their entrance woke Robby, and he turned his chair around, in exhausted silence.

Nicole broke the silence. "I think that your illness, the death of the orphans and the changes that have happened to Ashley and I are all related, and they are all, as you said, part of some kind of plot."

Robby blinked thoughtfully, soaking in her statement. "What has happened to you?" he asked hoarsely.

"I may be a wet nurse," Nicole answered frankly, "but a teenage girl, breastfeeding or not, isn't supposed to suddenly grow breasts this big." She unzipped and opened her windbreaker, cinching her shirt at the waist, and her outsized endowments became obvious. "I think we can all help each other."

"How can I help?" Robby asked, "I can barely get out of bed. I'm afraid to go to a hospital, now that the government runs them all."

"I think I have the antidote to your illness," Nicole spoke. "And I think that the resources here in this house can expose and put an end to the plot, conspiracy or whatever it is."

"We're always up for fighting government control in our lives," Robby agreed. "I'll tell you something about your government; this war has been a great excuse for them to infiltrate our lives. These 'status classifications', who can breed and who can't...It's no coincidence that anyone who has parents with a political viewpoint different from our current administration can't get a breeder classification. Pretty much everyone in this house has been 'disqualified', even though independent genetic tests prove that we're all 'safe' by the government's own standards. We've all circumvented the system to get into this university. I was classified as a laborer, even though I graduated near the top of my class. I have to take my computer science courses unofficially, without credit. So, we fight the big machine however we can."

"I think I know where to start. I've got a friend in the records department at the hospital where Ashley and I work," Nicole schemed. "I'm going to talk to her later today. If she agrees to help, between her and one of your hacker friends, we need to get the medical records of all the girls in the wet nursing program, and anything we can find written by or related to a Dr. Tyler."

"I think we can do that, even without your friend's help," Robby surmised, "but it would take a lot longer working from the outside. They still do the occasional net blackout, claiming lines are down," he said, shaking his head, "but we all know it's for 'security' purposes. If we can do it from the inside, that would be the best. The internal security is probably pretty lax, since most systems are designed to prevent access from the outside. With her help, they'll probably never detect us - hell, they won't even be looking for us!" Robby explained with some satisfaction. "What about this antidote?" he asked with a weak cough. "Where can we get that?"

"I've got it with me," Nicole answered, and dropped her jacket on he bed. She unbuttoned her shirt and unveiled her massive breasts, encased in her new, government issue 34-N nursing bra. She took a step towards Robby and lowered the flap on one cup, exposing her nipple. "Go ahead," she encouraged, "it's okay." Nicole's nipple had already begun to drip.

Robby looked to Ashley, who nodded silently in assent. He took Nicole's nipple in his mouth and drew the aureole in. He was immediately rewarded with a strong spray of milk. Instinctively, he brought up one hand to steady Nicole's enormous udder.

 Bethany hugged Nicole, and was shocked to find herself almost engulfed by two rubbery watermelons hiding under Nicole's windbreaker.

"Oh my god, are those real?" Bethany exclaimed, holding Nicole at arm's length and looking at her chest.

"Real big and real heavy," Nicole shot back. She opened her jacket, allowing Bethany a better view of the huge endowments she had just felt.

"What happened to you?" Bethany asked. "You were big last time I saw you, but this is ridiculous." Nicole explained about the wet nursing program, with it's extra-nutritional regimen, and the sheer volume of milk she had been providing.

"You're saying you went from a double D to..." Bethany stammered and waved at Nicole's tremendous chest, "whatever size you are in just two days?"

"I'm wearing an N cup! An N! I never knew they made bras that big, and I think I may still be growing," Nicole lamented. Bethany gasped at the prospect. "There's more to the story." Nicole explained the death of Ashley's orphans, the decline in Robby's health, as well as Robby's expected recovery through Nicole's intervention, and the extra large sized bras sitting on a shelf, tying it all up in a neat package of government sanctioned experimentation. "We could use your help," Nicole finished.

"How can I help?" Bethany offered.

"Ashley's boyfriend and his crew can hack into the system and look for proof. I know Dr. Tyler has stored everything on computer, there has to be something. I know you work in records at the hospital, and with you on their side, they have a much better chance of finding something, and a much better chance of not getting caught."

"Dr. Tyler?" Bethany said, raising her eyebrows, "He's kind of cute!"

"Yeah, maybe," Nicole agreed half-heartedly, "but we've got to find out exactly what's going on, and then find a way to stop it."

"Why don't you just quit the program?" Bethany pondered.

"A couple of reasons," Nicole explained. "If we just quit, that leaves everyone else in the program and all the babies in the same position they're in now. If we threaten to expose the program, we have some leverage for some sort of restitution. Also, as weird as this is has gotten, I want to make sure there aren't anymore complications that we can prevent."

Bethany checked her calendar. "I've got the evening shift tonight and tomorrow," she told Nicole. "When do you want to do this?"

"As soon as possible," she answered. "Let's go talk to Robby"

Bethany began her shift at 7 that evening, and by 8:30, Nicole, Ashley, Kris and Robby gathered around the printouts that Robby had smuggled out of the hospital. Thanks to Nicole, in just a few hours Robby had become well enough to perform the hack himself, but still looked ill enough to walk around the hospital without suspicion.

Robby read aloud from the folded pages:

RESPONSIBLE: DR. JOSEPH TYLER

SECURITY CLASSIFICATION: A-12

CODE NAME: SPECIAL DELIVERY

Program Intent: CLASSIFIED - Refer to 65R/91-024

Prior Status: Package cannot be delivered without direct biological intervention. Package does not survive outside of carrier. Package must develop within carrier and must be allowed to migrate from carrier to target. Previous Testing: Sexual transmission ineffective method of delivery a) unreliable - 7% success rate, b) sexual transmission limits package delivery to consenting adult targets, c) deliverer experiences undue side effects. See report 65R/91-025 for further detail of results.

Current Testing: New lactational method of delivery allows for sabotage of enemy population rebuilding efforts, as well as possibilities for espionage within the intimate civilian arena. Those trained for the previously unsuccessful sexual transmission initiative may prepare for and apply this method. Preparation schedule can be completed in as little as two weeks, four weeks typical. Methodology explained in Appendix A.

PROS: Female operatives as a rule are less susceptible to detection and capture. Package cannot be detected without bloodwork, cannot be confirmed without tissue sample from carrier milk duct. Because of inability of package to survive outside of carrier, the risk of accidental friendly contamination is extremely low. Carrier initially unaffected by package. With standard dosage, window of opportunity for delivery is four to six months. Increase in dosage quickens response time of victim, as well as reducing the delivery window/risk to carrier. Antidote available. Antidote administered through same delivery method. Antidote carrier unaffected by package. Antidote carrier encounters some side effects from antidote carrier experience. Antidote as delivered found to have many positive side effects. Study 65R/91-027 has been opened to research this topic.

CONS: Package carrier eventually becomes susceptible to the effects of the package. The larger the package, the sooner the carrier becomes responsive. Projected dosage and response timing explained in Appendix B. Package may be removed from carrier through direct injection of antidote, or through delivery of antidote from antidote carrier. Antidote carrier may experience rapid hypertrophy of the breasts, increasing risk of detection in the field, as well as limiting mobility. Some antidote carriers experience an alarming increase in the volume of the breasts for 3 to 6 months followed by an attenuated growth pattern. If mammary enlargement is allowed to proceed unchecked, the breasts will inevitably reach gigantic proportions, in one case exceeding 70 percent of the patient's total body weight. As growth progresses, the breasts become increasingly pendulous, with concomitant areolar enlargement. Despite their striking breast pathology, these young women appear to be healthy in every other respect. The pathology is limited to the breast, with otherwise normal or above average health. Where the breasts had enlarged, though the patient was given a "hormone shot" to dry up the breasts upon exiting the study, the breasts did not decrease in size.

"Just great!" Nicole declared after reading the final passage. "I'm stuck like this, or probably bigger!" She thought of the U cup bra sitting on a shelf at the hospital, and the increasingly snug fit of her N cups.

Robby continued reading:

SUMMARY: Initial test program indicates lactational method of delivery is sound, with minor negative impact to operatives. Further correction of negatives ongoing.

"Minor my ass!" Ashley cried. "It sounds like I've only got a month to live!"

"It's okay," Nicole soothed, "we've got the antidote."

"Well?" Ashley pleaded with Nicole.

"Wait!" Robby interjected. "We've got to find a way to end this, and not just for ourselves. We've got to either expose Dr. Tyler or somehow stop the entire program. If you suddenly pull out, he'll know something is up, and he'll just move on to another hospital and another set of innocent victims."

"What are we going to do?" Ashley squealed, "I don't want to die!"

The question hung in the air for a moment. Nicole nervously looked over the rest of the papers. A quick glance through the individual medical records confirmed what Nicole had already suspected. Ashley, the orphans and the unwitting Robby had been test subjects for the package, while Nicole was carrying the antidote. Kris and Lisa, like just over half of the girls, seemed to be part of a control group, or perhaps served only as window dressing for the operation.

"I've been thinking ever since I read this report at the hospital," Robby began, a man completely in his element. "It's a classic move - we have the weapon, and he doesn't know that we know that it's a weapon. We have to use the 'package' against him."

"How do we do that?" the girls asked simultaneously.

"Like it said in the report, we have to enter the arena of intimate civilian activity." Robby paused a moment to let it sink in. "We need a carrier to seduce him."

Kris and Nicole automatically looked at Ashley, while Ashley began to look panicked.

"Of course we can't use Ashley," Robby explained. Ashley exhaled heavily. "The doctor knows she's a carrier. It's too suspicious. We need an outsider."

Nicole thought of Bethany and her earlier remark about Dr. Tyler. "I think we have an outsider who is an insider."

"Bethany?" Robby asked.

"Right," Nicole affirmed. "When I said Dr. Tyler was involved, she said he was 'cute'. She's always liked older guys, and she's such a flirt."

"Will she be a carrier?" Robby asked.

"Does she know the risk?" Kris added.

"What if it doesn't work?" Ashley moaned?

"One thing at a time," Nicole told them. "I'll try to catch her on her break." Nicole took the report, and called Bethany at her desk.

Bethany and Nicole sat in a corner table at a crowded coffee bar. Bethany finished reading Appendix A, and asked, "so we start in two weeks or more?"

"Actually, you can start right away," Nicole corrected, "if you'll do it."

"But this says I won't be 'ready to deliver the package' for two weeks," Bethany countered, waving the printout, "assuming we can get the pills and shots."

"Robby and his bunch can get the chemicals. That report gives us the exact recipe," Nicole explained. "You can begin the seduction next time you see Dr. Tyler."

"You've got the antidote, right?" Bethany asked deliberately.

"Right here," Nicole replied, patting her bulging bosom. "I carry it with me at all times."

Two days later, Nicole finally gave up her denial that the N cup would no longer fit her ever-expanding breasts. She was glad that the changing weather allowed her to wear more layers, as she tried to downplay her overgrown chest.

At the nursery, she had been placing a pillow on her lap to lift each breast high enough so she could hold the babies properly. Her Titanic udders dwarfed even the healthy Thomson quints. Stoically, she had continued nursing all ten babies on her shift, knowing that it was unlikely that she would be given any help. Ashley, wracked with guilt, also kept her silence and administered the poison package to the innocent orphans.

The attendant nurse still seemed completely comfortable with the outrageous dimensions of Nicole's breasts. "She must know what's going on," Nicole thought to herself, "and I'm probably not the only girl that's come through here with boobs this big."

After replacing the N cup with a P, Nicole met Bethany at the coffeehouse. She delivered more pills to Bethany, and wanted an update on the plan.

"I think the seduction is going pretty well," Bethany reported. "He seems pretty full of himself, and really open to the attention. The bastard's married, and I think he's done this sort of thing before. I've got him thinking that it's a 'doctor' thing."

"You're taking the pills, right?" Nicole inquired?

"Don't worry," Bethany assured her, "and I'm pumping as often as I can. I think my bra's starting to get a little tight."

"Tell me about it," Nicole shot back, sarcastically. "Listen, he may just be looking for a one night stand, so lead him right to the water, but don't let him drink until the..."

"What a stupid way of putting it," Bethany interrupted. "Where do you get this crap from?" she said with a laugh. "I'm not going to get him in bed until I'm 'carrying the package'. I know what I'm doing."

"Good," Nicole said, catching her over excitement. "I'm sorry, we just may not get another shot at this, and I don't think we can wait much longer to try. Ashley's not going to get any healthier until we pin down Tyler or we blow our chance, and my boobs aren't getting any smaller! And don't forget the other women in the same situation and the babies we might lose."

Two weeks after they had first set the plan into action, Ashley and Bethany met to study at Kris and Nicole's. As always, the three wet nurses performed their evening pumping while they studied. This time Bethany, who had been faithfully following the procedure outlined in Appendix A, joined them.

Over the hum of the four breast pumps, Bethany could be heard giggling to herself.

"What's so funny?" Kris asked, looking up from her textbook.

"I was thinking of those little dolls that fit inside one another," Bethany explained.

"Russian nesting dolls?" Nicole offered.

"Yeah, that's right", Bethany said, still giggling. "Our boobs look like a set of those dolls!" The four girls sat, coincidentally, in order of breast size while they studied. Bethany's B cups had swollen to a C, which would swim loosely in Kris' DD bra. Kris, as always was overshadowed by Ashley's milk bloated H cups, while poor Nicole was in danger of being overwhelmed by her mammaries, the size of which one alone could contain all of the other girl's combined breast flesh.

"Just keep pumping," Nicole admonished. "You better start milking soon or I'm going to smother you with these!" she threatened idly, squeezing her bloated breasts together with her hands.

"I'm trying!" Bethany apologized. She held up the pump, and noted with excitement that the bottom was lined with a thin, white liquid. "Hey!" she cried. "I think it's working!" She massaged her breast, compressing the upper slope, and was rewarded with several drops of milk. Excited, she tried her other breast. With a bit more effort, she had coaxed both breasts into dripping milk.

"Keep up with the pumping," Nicole encouraged. "You'll need a quick let-down response. Okay, tomorrow let's get a hotel room and give you the shot. We have to tell the other girls to meet us at the house tomorrow."

Nicole manned the phone while the other three girls split up on foot. Between canvassing the hospital and the nearest study halls, Nicole's phone calls and some good luck, the girls managed to reach everyone in just less than two hours.

Nervous and exhausted, the girls retired. It was a restless night for Nicole. She had long given up sleeping on her stomach rather early in the program, and now the weight of her mammoth milkers made it difficult to breathe when she lay on her back. Some days she felt that she were living attached to her breasts, and not the other way around. She felt this way especially as she lay on her side, with her cumbersome breasts crowding the wall on one side of her tiny bed.

The twin gallon-sized udders she now sported were hampering once simple tasks. She had also outgrown all of her tops, prompting her to begin shopping at the 'large ladies' shops. She was beginning to feel freakish, and was elated that tomorrow could be the end of the program.

Nicole sat in the back of a nondescript, black cargo van that was empty except for Robby and two of the biggest guys from the house. Nicole had caught them all looking at her outsized chest, each trying not to look like they were looking at her outsized chest. Occasionally, she'd use the binoculars to peer out the window, allowing the guys to have a long hard look without feeling so guilty.

The group made small talk, repeatedly checking their watches, as they waited for the end of Bethany's shift. The monotony broke with the chirp of Nicole's cell phone.

"We're on!" came Bethany's voice over through the earpiece.

"That's great!" Nicole answered. "We're across the street from the motel, in a black cargo van. We'll pull up close after you're both inside."

"Hey, I think I see you," Bethany cheered excitedly as she noted the black van parked in the office complex lot.

"Just don't look over here or draw attention to us," Nicole warned, watching Bethany's subcompact pull into the Columbus Motel parking lot. "We need the element of surprise."

"Right," Bethany agreed. "Just wait for my signal," she said hanging up. She had Nicole's cell number programmed in for one touch dialing, ready to cue the guys in the van to apprehend Dr. Tyler.

Dr. Tyler pulled in and parked his European luxury car next to Bethany. He got out of his car, talking on his own cell phone.

"...just grabbing a bite, then I've got some research that can't wait, so I'll be home late," he paused while the other party talked. Bethany just knew it was his wife. "I love you too," he said quietly, pretending he was looking for something he dropped in his car.

"I'll get the room," Bethany said, with a teasing wink.

"Oh no, I'll get it," Dr. Tyler said, trying to be suave and debonair. Bethany was more than happy to allow him to sign in and pay. She took the time while she waited in front of her car to remind herself that Dr. Tyler deserved what was coming to him.

He returned after a few minutes, saying nothing as he gave Bethany a knowing look while unlocking the room. The two erstwhile lovers entered. Bethany removed her jacket, and feigned locking the door while she hung her coat on the unlocked doorknob. She then strategically placed her cellphone and purse on the nearest nightstand.

They immediately got down to business, and Bethany pressed her breasts into Dr. Tyler's chest as they began kissing and groping. Getting the hint, he began caressing one breast through her clothing. After a minute or two, Bethany pulled away slightly.

"I like to have them sucked on," Bethany told him, pulling her top over her head. She stared straight at him as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Her milk-firm breasts stood out proudly on her chest, her nipples soft and puffy. As Dr. Tyler cupped one full breast, her nipples hardened. She inhaled sharply as Dr. Tyler traced a circle around her nipple with his tongue.

Bethany gently held his head while he began sucking on her nipple.

"Umm," he said, removing his mouth from her breast, "are you lactating?"

"Yeah," she answered, leaning back towards the nightstand, drawing his head back into her chest. "Does that bother you?" She held his mouth to her breast as she awkwardly reached for her cellphone.

"No," he answered, "I kind of like it. In fact I...never mind," Dr. Tyler resumed drawing the milk from Bethany's breast.

"Suck harder," she urged, "it really turns me on." Dr. Tyler quickly obliged. "More," she insisted, holding his head on her breast. Bethany had continued leaning back, and the cellphone clattered momentarily after Bethany pressed the 'send' button. "What are you doing?" he asked while he switched to her other breast.

Bethany waited a moment, allowing time for her milk to let down. "Just delivering a package," she answered nonchalantly.

Bethany felt Dr. Tyler completely freeze for a moment.

"What did you say?" he asked.

The door burst open, and Robby's crew instantly descended upon Dr. Tyler, who was too shocked to resist. Bethany quickly turned and began dressing. Robby entered with a roll of duct tape, one foot of length already drawn out.

"What the hell is going on?" Dr. Tyler shouted as he was pinned to the bed by his shoulders.

"We'll do the talking," Robby instructed as he covered the doctor's mouth with tape.

The other women from the nursery arrived at the large, old house occupied by Robby and his underground brethren. The large, open living room on the ground floor had been set up with couches and chairs. The women in the room tended to congregate by shifts. As expected, Nicole saw that a quarter of each group looked unhealthy, one quarter downplayed their exaggerated breasts with baggy clothing, and the remaining half were unremarkable in appearance.

Seeing the room was nearly full, and the women were getting restless, Nicole stepped to the front of the room onto a small podium. "You're probably wondering why we called you here tonight," she began. "We have some important news about the program, but first, let me ask you something. Has anyone been experiencing any problems with the program?" Nicole queried. "Anything out of the ordinary?"

The room filled with an uneasy murmuring but no one spoke up.

"I assure you," Nicole began, stepping to one side of the podium to allow an unobstructed view of her ponderous bosom, "that my breasts are not normally this large. Before the program I wore a 34 C bra, three weeks ago I was a healthy double D. Sure, it makes some sense, after stimulating my body to be a wet nurse. But, in the last three weeks, my breasts have been growing at an unnatural rate," she placed one hand on her massive bosom for emphasis, "and I think that by the looks of some of you you've been experiencing the same thing. Well, this isn't caused by the demands of the babies, or 'that time of the month', or our genetics, or anything that Dr. Tyler has told you."

The other women listened in rapt attention.

"We have evidence that something is being done to us," Nicole continued, "that we are all unwitting participants in an experiment in biological warfare. One of the side effects of this experiment is hypertrophy of the breasts, like I am obviously exhibiting. It looks like some of you may be trying to hide this, and hoping it's only temporary." Some of the women looked around uncomfortably. "I hate to be the one to tell you, but it's not temporary. Others of you may be experiencing another side effect, like Ashley here has. I would describe it as toxicity within your milk that can be passed on to your charges and that eventually begins to affect you. Have any of you lost more than one baby during the last semester? Have you been feeling run down, and no amount of rest seems to help?"

The silence in the room gave way to heated discussions and questions being shouted at Nicole. After a few minutes, the room settled down again. A girl from the back row had made her way to the front, and began to address the group.

The girl was a few inches shorter than Nicole was, but her breasts were easily the same size, if not bigger. From the side, she looked pregnant, but from the front it was obvious she had two large protuberances under her clothes. "I was ready to quit the program, but Dr. Tyler assured me that my breasts would go back to normal as soon as I stopped breastfeeding," she began, almost in tears. "It seemed like one day they just started getting bigger...every day I was getting another bra. I can't afford to lose my scholarship, so I can't quit, but they keep betting bigger. I can't run anymore and I can't find clothes that fit! Everyone thinks I'm pregnant!" She had begun crying, and without another word returned to her seat.

Another girl had come to the front. She appeared to be fat, except for her skinny arms and legs. Her torso seemed out of place on the rest of her body. Had she been a man, she might have been described as barrel chested.

She unbuttoned her shirt from the top down, revealing two great, swollen breasts encased by a government issue bra. She pulled her shirt open and compressed her sizable bosom with her hands, revealing another pair of breasts beneath them. A number of women gasped. "I've always had extra nipples," she explained. "It's not so uncommon, and it runs in my family. My Aunt Mary had an auxiliary set, and so did my grandmother, but they were just nipples. Same with me until about a month ago." The others stred at the secondary row of breasts, a healthy set of D cups. "They started growing and I got scared. Three weeks ago Dr. Tyler said they'd probably go away once I stopped breastfeeding, but they kept getting bigger. It was one thing trying to pump myself on my days off, then they all started lactating..." She was near tears. "And now there's..." she squeezed her secondary breasts into her abdomen, and a third, smaller pair of breasts could be seen flanking her navel.

When the women began telling their stories, Robby had rolled Dr. Tyler, bound to a wheelchair, into the back of the room. His mouth was still bound with the duct tape, and he had already begun to show the effects of the package. Although it was only early evening, he had already begun to look tired and pale.

Nicole began to read from the smuggled report as Robby wheeled Dr. Tyler to the front of the room. When she finished, Robby mercilessly stripped the duct tape from Dr. Tyler's face. "Yes," Dr. Tyler hissed through the red rectangle that now framed his mouth, "it's true." The room held silent for a moment. "But we're fighting a war, don't you see? Your country needs..." his voice was drowned out by the shouts of the women.

Nicole sat alone in her new apartment, one month after capturing Dr. Tyler and obtaining restitution for the victims of the program. She had continued to pursue her medical degree, but she now lived in comfort that few of the other students could afford. She was studying for a mid-term exam when the phone rang. She picked up the handset, hearing the sound of light piano music and background conversation.

"Hey, how's the dairy queen?" asked Bethany from the other end.

"Hey there, secret agent! It's going pretty well," Nicole answered. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing good. I like my new job," she replied, turning her back to the bartender and surveying the room. "I can't say much more, so tell me, how are things at the nursery?"

"It's gotten back to normal, and now I'm in charge," Nicole began. "The girls all look up to me. I think when they see a woman with boobs this big, they figure she knows a thing or two about breastfeeding."

"Well, I saw you in action when you finally gave Dr. Tyler a dose of his antidote. Anyone who can handle boobs that big without suffocating someone must be on the ball. Are you still getting bigger?" Bethany queried, straining to hear over the background noise at the upscale nightclub.

"Yeah," Nicole said with a sigh, looking down at her lap-filling breasts, "but not as bad as before. I'm not growing nearly as fast, but I can tell. Either way, I'm still huge," she said with a laugh. "You should see how big some of the girls have gotten - it's scary! When they come in for a visit, I have to convince the new girls that they're not in any danger of getting that big. We've got that whole team of doctors and scientists researching a way to reduce our boobs without surgery. I'm learning how to live with 'em though."

"Well, if the other girls call in sick," Bethany added, "you can always pick up the slack."

"No thanks," Nicole replied heartily. "I'm plenty busy with training the new girls and my classes. Besides, I'm trying to dry up. I'll save it for my own kids. Jenny can always take on the overflow."

"Who's Jenny?" Bethany asked.

"She was the girl with six boobs," Nicole reminded her. "She stayed on at the nursery too. She figured what else could she do with herself until someone figures out how to get her back to normal? Hey, are you coming in for Ashley and Robby's wedding?"

"I'll be there," Bethany replied. "I think I'll be between assignments by then. Those kids should be on easy street now that Robby had himself re-classified. How's Kris?" She scanned the patrons at the bar while she switched her cellphone from one ear to the other.

"She may have been the smartest one of us," Nicole chuckled. "She took the money and ran. She's travelling the world for a while. Her last postcard was from Greece."

Bethany recognized a distinguished man in a dark gray suit. He matched the photo she had received with a copy of the man's itinerary. "Listen, Nicole I've got to go," she spoke into her cellphone while she adjusted her dress for a maximum display of cleavage, "I've got a package to deliver."