Mark was looking forward to the summer. For the first time in his life,
he would have no school and no parents to worry about. True, he would have
to support himself, but he was not worried. His
friend John had found a house with great rent, so it would not take too much
to live. He could spend the rest of his days chilling out and smoking weed
without his ex-marine father getting on his case.

"Hey Mark! Can you help me move in?" A smooth alto voice called through
the screen door.

"Sure. Just a minute." Mark tossed down the trashy paper back he was reading.
If he had had his druthers, he would just be living with John and Andrew, but
the house had four bedrooms, so they needed someone else to live with them.
Lauren had agreed to live with them at the last minute as they were desperately
searching for a roommate. She would not have been Mark's first choice. He could
enjoy her company in small doses, but her runaway mouth and difficulty realizing
that she was not the center of the universe made her trying after a while.

"Thanks!" Lauren smiled when she saw Mark come out the door. The Korean girl
did have a pretty face, and her smile now reminded Mark that she could be
the life of the party.

"Where do you want this?" He said scooping up a box from the back of her car.

"Just in the living room. That has the game system and controllers and whatnot."
She said.

After they had finished unloading Lauren asked if John or Andrew had arrived.
They hadn't, so she asked what he was doing that summer. The summer between
Freshman and Sophomore year was a little early to get an internship, so Mark
explained that he would be working as a fry cook at Linda's Diner.

"What are you going to do?" Mark asked.

"Oh, I'm in the same boat, but I haven't found a job yet. I'll do anything
except work in a retirement home. I volunteered in one in high school, and it
was a major drag. There is just something about getting old that make people
think it is okay to act like total bitches." She rolled her eyes.

"Well there are plenty of places hiring right now." Mark replied.

"Mmmmmm." Lauren nodded. "I guess I could always work at a milk bar!" She
threw it out like a joke, but with a hint of defiance as if she was daring
Mark to challenge her on it.

Mark only picked up on her half-joking tone, so he laughed. Lauren's face
darkened, "What you think I'm joking? Is there something wrong with working
in a milk bar?" According to campus progressives, working in a milk bar was
a job worthy of respect. The establishments might trade on sex, but it was
a woman's right to choose where and how she worked. Besides, milk bars were
not very sleazy when compared with strip clubs. Mark thought the real reason
progressives were okay with milk bars was because so many college women choose
to work there, and they would hate to offend a classmate.

"No no. I just thought you were joking. You never mentioned wanting to work
in one before." He said quickly, trying to smooth her ruffled feathers.

"There's nothing wrong with sex work, Mark, not that tending a milk bar is
really even sex work." Mark had a hard time buying that considering what
milk bartenders usually wore. "It's my body to use as I want."

"I agree. It was just a misunderstanding." Mark said. He did not really
want to hear the whole sex-positive feminist spiel right now. It was useless
talking to Lauren about her political beliefs.

That seemed to satisfy Lauren enough that Mark was able to steer the
conversation to courses from the previous semester.

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"Hello Lauren, I'm Zack." A tall bearded man in a leather jacket extended his
hand. Lauren did not like the look of him too much, but after defending herself
to Mark so vigorously she felt like she had something to prove.

"Hi. Nice to meet you." She shook his offered hand.

"Why don't we sit down over here?" He said gesturing to a table to their right.

"Sure." Replied Lauren, plopping herself down.

"Have you ever worked in the service industry before?" As Zack asked the
question he looked the girl up and down. Another college student in a
rebellious phase. Unfortunately, not a very attractive one. Her face was
pretty enough, beautiful in fact, but her body left something to be
desired. She wasn't so much fat as thick. Unfortunately this thickness
of body did not extend to her breasts. Breasts were the primary fetish of
most of the patrons of any milk bar, so Zack always made an effort to
hire women with relatively large knockers. It was hard because women with
fake breasts could not work at a milk bar. Still recruiting had been slow
lately.

"Well I volunteered at an old folks home in high school... " Zack kind
of checked out as she explained her former responsibilities.

"Ok Lauren. You sound like an excellent candidate. Given that this will
be your first time working in a milk bar, we have to discuss the injection.
It will cost you $500, but most girls are able to pay that back after a
couple weeks of working. Do you have any questions about the effects?"

"What sort of physical changes should I expect?"

"You will start lactating, obviously, and you should expect your bust to
increase by a cup size or two. It will boost your overall estrogen level
a bit, but not too much." 

This was the last moment Lauren could really turn this whole thing around.
She chewed her lip. "Ok. When can I get it?"

Zack smiled, "If you sign these papers, I can have you in the clinic tomorrow."

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"Oh my god. You will never believe me when I tell you about work." John heard
Lauren's pleasant alto call loudly after the door closed.

He looked at Lauren, "Oh? Do tell."

"I'm getting trained, and guess who is training me? A girl named Candy. She
is such a cliche. She looks and acts exactly like a blond stripper. It's
hilarious." Lauren laughed, chest heaving.

As her chest shook with mirth, John could not help but notice that it had grown.
Before going to work at The Happy Duckling, Lauren had had a modestly sized
chest, but just a few weeks later, she had definitely grown. John knew a
couple of girls who had worked in milk bars, so he knew that she had already
grown more than usual.

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"This job is great. It's the easiest money I've ever made." Declared Lauren
happily. She had finished training a few days ago.

"Doesn't it get tiring to be on your feet?" Mark asked.

"Not really. I can stay on my feet pretty much indefinitely." Lauren replied,
never one to miss the opportunity to toot her own horn. "And besides, our shifts
are not actually that long." 

"Oh, why?" Mark asked. He was having trouble keeping his eyes off Lauren's
exposed cleavage. She was still in her uniform, which consisted of a short
skirt, and a tight bra like garment which held her breasts in place while
exposing most of their tops and letting her nipples peek through.
To cover her nipples, a curtain of pale blue fabric hung from the top edge of
the garment to just above her belly button. Her breasts were spilling out of
the top of the milk bra, as if she was still growing. Lauren covered the
whole outfit with a trench coat when she was walking to or from work, but
she did not seem to be in a hurry to change out of it now that she was home.

"We only work for an hour before taking a break to let our breasts fill up
again." She explained, as if to a child. "They almost never order fancy
drinks or anything so it is pretty easy."

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"Holy shit. I can't believe I'm still growing." Lauren said angrily to her self.
She had expected to pick up a couple of cup sizes, but she was not expecting
to be finding it impossible to stuff her breasts into the DD-cup bra she had
bought two days ago. "Oh well. It looks like it's time for another shopping
trip."

She stalked into the living room, "Mark, I need to borrow the car again."

Mark bristled at the way she just demanded his car, but he was distracted
by the cleavage her black v-neck exposed. "Are you staring at my tits?" Lauren
asked incredulously after a second.

"Uuuuuhhh. Yeah. Go ahead." Mark waved her towards the keys.

"Thanks." She said sarcastically, snatching them off the table. Had her butt
gotten firmer? Mark did not remember enjoying the sight of Lauren leaving so
much.

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"The girls at work are such bitches." Said Lauren, hanging up her stylish new
purse by the door. Andrew prepared himself to remain focused on her face as
she started to take off her trench coat. Lauren did not like it when they
stared at her body, no matter how much it was on display. Even with the
opportunity to prepare, he was unable to stop himself from looking.

It seemed that Lauren was always spilling out of her uniform top, no matter
how many times she got a new one. In an effort to bring his eyes away from
her chest, Andrew dragged his eyes down. Her belly was softly padded with fat,
but it was no longer the puddle of flub that it had been at the beginning of
the summer. Lauren had definitely lost weight, or perhaps just moved it up.
In any case her slimmer waist opened up to flaring hips, and finally to long
elegant legs. Lauren had always had nice legs, but now they were just part of
one sexy package. Finally, Andrew's gaze locked onto a pair of strappy three
inch heals. Those were new. It seemed that most of Lauren's wardrobe was new.

Lauren rolled her eyes, "C'mon. Self control." 

Before she could chew him out more Andrew tried to take advantage of the fact
that she was in story mode. "Why are they such bitches?"

Lauren knew what he was doing, but she just narrowed here eyes at him and
took the bait anyway. "Okay, so you know Candy and Samantha?"

"Sure." He didn't really remember anything about Lauren's two co-workers,
except that they existed and that Lauren thought Candy's name was hilarious.

"They are the girls I have my shifts with." Lauren explained, possibly
assuming (correctly) that Andrew did not care enough to keep track, or
more likely assuming that he was too slow to keep up with her.
"Anyway, they've started complaining that I'm taking their customers or
something. It's not my fault that I'm a better bartender. They need to
get their shit together. It was just a month ago that Candy was showing
me the ropes, and now I'm totally showing her up." Lauren laughed. "I guess
not everyone can be this sexy." She giggled.

Andrew was proud of himself for keeping his eyes locked firmly on her
face as she said this.

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"Mama's get's two hour shifts!" Lauren called as she walked in the door, black
four inch heals clicking.

"Really? I thought you were capped at one." Said John.

"Well, normally we are, but I have enough milk to do two hours strait, so Zack
said it was ok." Lauren fluffed back her long black hair. It seemed to have been
getting shinier of late.

"Wow." Said John.

"Yeah, well, I guess the drug effected me more strongly that it does most
women." Lauren said with a laugh. "To be honest, I'm the one serving most
of the customers, so I could last longer if the other girls were pulling
their own weight. Oh well, I guess the customers know quality. They certainly
pay for it."

"It isn't all the same price?" Asked John.

Lauren laughed, "No no. There is a fixed price for the beer, or whatever I
suppose, but they always get cheap beer, and then they have to tip to get
service."

"So what they order a beer, then tip you?"

Lauren shook her head, and shucked off her coat. She was too focused on
her explanation to notice the way that John stared. "They have to place
cash on the bar, then one of the bartenders will go over and take it
before taking their order. Sometimes the clients want a specific bartender
so they wait to put their money down until I'm, I mean she, is right in
front of them. Usually the service charge is a couple of bucks, but I
guess they want my service so much that they are willing to pay extra."

"Uuumm. How much extra?"

Lauren preened, "My service charge is usually around 20 bucks. I won't pick
up anything smaller than a ten. When it's busy I make more."

"Wow. Your, uuhh, service must be really good."

Lauren smiled, "You bet your ass it is." After a beat she said, "You want to
try it?"

"Uuuhhh what? Like right now?"

"Yeah why not. I'm never dry." It seemed like she would be personally offended
if he refused.

"S-sure."

Lauren walked towards him and pushed him onto the couch. "W-What are you doing?"
John asked.

Lauren enjoyed playing with her relatively naive housemate. "I don't want to
get a cup. Now sit down." She commanded. She had learned that her body could
be a powerful weapon for controlling men, and it felt good to exercise that
power. With a lazy confidence, Lauren straddled John and lifted the blue curtain
hanging over her nipples.

It was John's first time imbibing happy milk, and the drug was supposed to be
strongest when taken directly from the breast. If he had had more experience
he would have know that Lauren's milk was noticeably stronger than usual. As
it was he just knew that he felt happy and warm and safe. "Good boy." Said
Lauren smiling down at him. "Just drink it in." He looked up at the beautiful
woman before him, basking in her approval.

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"Well today is a good day for Candy and Samantha." Lauren said, closing the
door behind her.

Mark and Andrew were sitting on the couch playing Mario Kart. "Why's that?"
asked Andrew. A week ago it would have simply been to prevent Lauren from
getting annoyed at the lack of engagement, but ever since she had started
giving the boys hits of happy milk it seemed even more important that they
treat her with respect.

"Starting tomorrow, I'm working the night shift. They can stop their whining
about me taking all of their customers." She laughed, "Of course when the
customers see that I'm not there any more they will probably leave."
Mark considered the casually arrogant statement. Considering the way that
Lauren oozed sexuality, even covered in her coat as she was now, she probably
had a point. The fact that her milk was so much stronger than the bottled
stuff he had tried in the past would only help.

"Isn't the night shift only for more experienced bartenders?" asked Andrew.

Lauren smiled, shucking off her coat. Both boys lost control of the
virtual carts they were controlling and had to get a tow from a cloud.
"Normally yes, but Zack realized that I am the best even though I've only
been working at The Happy Duckling for a few months. Most of the other girls
can't even control their let down reflexes. They have to manually massage their
boobs. My tits are like faucets." If anyone else talked about a women's body
the way that Lauren just had, she would have given them a piece of her mind,
but she she spoke that way it was just evidence of how liberated she was.

Both boys were staring at Lauren's luscious bust. Lauren had seen the glazed
over look in their eyes on the faces of her regular customers. Even though
she knew they couldn't help it she snapped her fingers in front of her
chest and said, "C'mon guys. Eyes up here." They way their faces reddened
in embarrassment was priceless. *These tits are like a super power* thought
Lauren to herself as she watched them squirm. "I'm going shopping. If you
come to carry my bags for me I'll give you some happy milk." She said. They
agreed, a touch of shame and embarrassment coloring their faces.

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"Night shifts are the best." Said Lauren happily. She had just woken up, and
wandered into the kitchen. She wore nothing but a pair of red lacy panties and
a tight white t-shirt. Her large nipples made significant dents in the thin
fabric. Her breasts stretched the shirt so much that it's hem hung a few inches
above her belly button. Her once flabby tummy was now a perfectly toned expanse
of flesh.

Mark had been eating breakfast, but now he could only stare. "Hey Mark, I'm
not a piece of meat. I swear to god if you don't apologize right now..."
Lauren said angrily.

Mark gulped, "I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"I'm sorry what?" Lauren flipped her lustrous hair behind her head. Somehow it
managed to look amazing even though she had just gotten out of bed.

"I'm sorry Lauren."

She still wasn't satisfied, "For?"

Mark just looked down at his plate, "I'm sorry for staring at you Lauren."

She yanked open the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs, "There. Was that
so hard? If your parent's never taught you how to act like an adult, I'm more
than happy to correct their mistake." She bent down to get out a jug of milk.
Despite himself Mark stole a glance at her incredibly ripe ass. He seethed
at the way she was talking to him, but for some reason her approval had become
extremely important to him lately.

Fortunately she had not noticed him ogling her ass, "Uuumm, w-why are night
shifts so great?"

Lauren had noticed that the guys were a little afraid of her lately. It didn't
bother her, in fact she kind of liked it. They were all such lechers that a
little fear was good for them. It would help them know their place. "Well,
mostly it's the money. The standard service charge is 10 bucks at night,
which means I'm making like 50. There are also way more customers, so I'm
working pretty much constantly. I figure I'm serving over 100 customers
an hour." Mark did a quick calculation. She was making over 5000 dollars
and hour? No wonder Lauren had been wearing designer everything lately.

"At this rate I'm going to more than pay for college in a summer." Said
Lauren happily. Her biggest money problem these days was carrying all her
cash. Her uniform did not really have pockets, so she kept her wad of
earnings wedged between her breasts as she worked. By the time she finished 
a two hour shift, even her considerable cleavage was stuffed. It was enough 
to make her glad that she was still growing. If so many good things had not
flowed from her changing body Lauren might have been worried about the
rate at which she was growing. She had grown out of her last HH-cup bra
a few days ago, and so far there was no sign that she was slowing down.

"Of course, there is plenty of drama on the night shift. I overheard
this bitch, Alexis, calling me a cow in the dressing room. She doesn't
even know me. I mean, what the fuck?"

"So what did you do?" Mark asked. Lauren expected her audience to be engaged. 

She giggled, "I showed that bitch who's boss. I walked right in there and
spanked her over her makeup stool until she apologized." Lauren smiled
at the memory. "That'll teach her to disrespect me. Some people were just
never taught how to behave." She rolled her eyes as if to say, "See what
I have to deal with."

Lauren wolfed down her breakfast, a meal which could have easily filled
the bellies of two varsity athletes, and then left the kitchen, casually
instructing Mark to clean up.

================================================================================

"Three hour shifts! The girls are so good to me!" Said Lauren cupping her huge
breasts.

"I thought you said that would be impossible." Said John. He kept his eyes
focused on Lauren's feet. Her elegant green 4 inch heels made him feel
small, but he kept his eyes fixed there because Lauren never seemed to
get mad when they stared at her feet.

"For a normal woman, it would be, but I'm not a normal woman I guess. I could
probably do four or five hours if I served as many customers as the other girls.
They can be so lazy sometimes. Now that Alexis got fired, it's just Tammy and
me on the rush night shift. I always do way more work than the other girls, but
Tammy hardly does anything. I have to serve almost all the customers."

"Why did Alexis get fired?" Asked John.

"Oh that. She just disrespected me one too many times, well, two times actually,
so I sent her packing."

"You can fire people now?"

Lauren laughed, "Not officially, but Zack knows I'm his best employee, so my
recommendations are taken under advisement, shall we say. I think Tammy is
afraid of me now." She giggled, "Oops." John could understand how Tammy felt.

================================================================================

"Hey Mark, you are going to have to find some other place to park your car. I
want to use the driveway for my Tesla." Said Lauren.

Mark was intimidated by Lauren, but this was pushing things two far. 
"We agreed that I would park my car in the driveway. Everyone in the house
uses it. You have been using it all the time."

Lauren rolled her eyes; was he really giving her lip? "Yeah, well plans
change." She said walking towards him and crossing her arms under her
impressive breasts.

"You just got a motorcycle a few weeks ago! Why do you need a sports car?" Asked
Mark.

Lauren cocked her hip, putting all her weight on her left leg. Her tall black
leather stiletto heeled boots made her long legs particularly impressive.
"I wanted both. Are you telling me how to spend my money?"

Mark was too angry to be effected by Lauren's considerable charms, "I'm not
moving my car Lauren. You are being ridiculous."

Lauren set her jaw mulishly, "Fine." She stomped out.

================================================================================

"Hey John, you want some happy milk?" Lauren asked. It was a little unusual for
Lauren to offer milk so casually. Lately she had been using the prospect of a
sip from her bountiful chest to extract favors from the boys. They were usually
minor, but it added up to Lauren doing almost none of the chores around the
house. John thought it might have had something to do with the fact that Mark
was in the room. Lauren had been pissed at Mark for the last couple of days,
though he did not know why. Still, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity
to have a drink.

Mark watched as Lauren pulled her left breast out of the top of her tight
pink vneck. She had hardly acknowledged his existence since their fight about
the parking space, which meant that he had not had a drop of her heavenly milk
in days. Happy milk was not supposed to be chemically addictive, but there was
something different about Lauren's. He was spending more and more time 
fantasying about suckling at her bosom.

Lauren tenderly slid her fat nipple into John's mouth. She felt a buzz of pride
at the look of lust and adoration that spread over he face as she approached.
With practiced ease she released a tiny quantity of her milk. Lauren only 
released a third as much milk by volume as a normal dose. She was so potent
that even that amount was many times more powerful than a typical dose, and
it showed in the way that John's face relaxed into a loopy grin. 

Lauren glanced at Mark out of the corner of her eye, and was happy to see
his eyes locked onto her breasts like a starving man staring at a bowl of
stew.

A complicated mix of anger and desire churned in Mark's gut as he watched
his busty Asian house mate breast feed his friend. He was still mad at her
for the car incident, but his desire won, "H-hey Lauren?" his voice
cracked.

Lauren turned to Mark with a smirk, "Yes?"

Mark gulped, he was committed now, "Can I h-have some milk?"

Lauren stalked towards him. Mark felt like a mouse playing a dangerous game
with a cat. "You want some of my milk?" Lauren asked, cupping her huge
chest.

Mark just nodded.

Lauren smiled warmly and said, "Of course your can have some." For a second
Mark actually believed it would be that easy, "If you apologize for being
so rude to me the other day."

Mark clenched his jaw, but he did not say anything, not trusting himself
to speak.

"C'mon Mark, don't you want a taste?" Lauren asked, shoving her boobs
together and leaning towards him.

His pulse quickened. Her milky chest was so close. Finally he croaked,
"I'm sorry."

Lauren laughed, "You'll have to do better than that! What are you sorry
for?"

Mark looked down at Lauren's pedicured feet. "I'm sorry I was rude to
you?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Lauren sounded amused.

Mark looked up at her pleadingly, "I'm sorry I was rude to you. It won't
happen again."

Lauren smiled dazzlingly down at him, "There, was that so hard? You can
have a drink after you move your car."

Mark worked his jaw.

"Awww, c'mon you are so close!" Lauren said cupping her tits enticingly.

Mark was only able to wait a few seconds before going out to move his car.

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"Andrew, go get my sports bag. I'm going to the gym." It was 5:30 a.m. and 
Lauren had just thrown open the door to Andrew's room.

Andrew groaned and looked over at the busty vision standing in his door. 
She wore painted on jeans and a dark red tube top which exposed both
her midriff and about an acre of cleavage.

Lauren thought that he looked a little hesitant, so she threw out the bait,
"If you do a good job, I'll give you some milk."

Andrew grumbled a bit, but he got out of bed and fetched the bag. When he
tried to hand it to Lauren she did not take it, "Make sure my water bottle
is full, then bring it out to my car. You are coming too. I want a spotter
and someone to hold my towel." Ever since he had started drinking from
Lauren's breasts Andrew had been feeling more and more submissive around
the overbearing girl, and lately that sensation had become even more
pronounced. He hardly felt annoyed by her imperious demands anymore.
Especially standing so close to her as he was now, obedience felt
completely natural.

Andrew's new submissiveness had not completely quashed his curiosity, so
he surreptitiously opened Lauren's bag while he was waiting for her out
in the car. He soon found what he was looking for, a black sports bra so
large that a cat could have used it for a parachute. Pulse racing he found
the tag. He did not even know they made KK-cup bras.

When they got to the gym Lauren left Andrew in the lobby while she went
to change. He felt awkward just sitting their for 20 minutes while she
took her time in the locker room.

Finally Lauren reappeared. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid,
and the black bra that Andrew had peeked at earlier was stretched taught
over her knockers. From the way that breast flesh was spilling over the
top of the garment, Andrew suspected that she should be wearing an L cup.
A matching pair of tiny spandex shorts managed to mostly cover her ass. 
Despite himself Andrew could only stare.

Lauren crossed her arms under her breasts and cocked a hip, clearing
her throat.

Andrew felt a flood of shame at Lauren's disapproval, "S-Sorry."

Apparently he was not getting off that easily. Lauren just cocked
her eyebrow.

"Sorry for st-staring at you."

Lauren smirked at the fear in Andrew's voice. "Hold this." She commanded,
throwing her bag into his arms. With Andrew trailing behind her like
a servant she swept into the gym and staked out a weight bench.

If Andrew had not been afraid of Lauren before, he definitely was after
he watched her pile weight on to the bar. She was easily benching 400
pounds. "Give me my towel." Lauren demanded, sitting up. She was covered
in a light sheen of sweat.

"Holy shit Lauren, you are really strong." Andrew said.

She arched one elegant eyebrow at him, "Yeah, I've been making a lot
of progress this summer. Fortunately I don't have that roided out look
you sometime see on powerlifters." It was true. Andrew thought it was
unnatural. Clearly Lauren had had an extreme reaction to the drug which
turned her into a milk bartender, but this was something else.

By the time that they got home Andrew was even more impressed. Lauren's
squatting made her benching seem cute, and the way she held a v-up position
for forty minutes strait while holding an 80 pound weight over her head was
down right unnatural.

================================================================================

"I finally got four hour shifts!" Lauren said walking in to the kitchen, her
bra-less breasts wobbling under her t-shirt.

John looked at her, "How are you up this early? I thought you get back at like
2 a.m. now."

"I don't need much sleep. I feel perfectly rested after a couple hours. It's
good because I'm gonna be coming back even later now. This would have happened
sooner if any of the other girls could keep up with me. I'm basically the one
doing all the serving right now. The customers only seem to want me." She said
with a smile. "I suppose I shouldn't complain. It lets me charge like 100 bucks
as a service charge."

"How many people do you serve an hour?"

She flipped her lustrous black hair back, "I can usually do two people at once,
one for each breast, so I serve about 150 people an hour."

That was $15000 an hour. If she had four hour shifts from now on she would be
making $60000 a night. That was insane.

================================================================================

"We have to reconsider our living arrangements." Lauren was standing in front
of the couch where the boys sat in a line. She was wearing skin tight jeans and
a stretched out polo shirt.

"W-what's wrong with it?" Asked John.

Lauren smiled radiantly, "I don't have enough space. With all the clothes I've
been buying, my room is getting a little cramped. I was thinking of turning
Mark's room into a closet, and going all the way to the gym is a bit of a drag
so I was thinking Andrew's room could make a great home gym for me! I have
to look my best after all!"

Mark wanted to protest, but he remembered what had happened the last time that
he had pushed back against Lauren. He needed her milk. Cramped living quarters
were a small price to pay. Besides, she was just so damn sexy. It was
hard to think of anything complicated around her. 

Lauren looked at the dumbfounded boys sitting before her. The now familiar look
of lust and fear on their faces told her that she would get not resistance from
them, "Great! Get up and start moving your stuff." They silently hastened to
obey.

================================================================================

"I think I literally have a traffic stopping ass." Said Lauren handing several
shopping bags to Andrew. She expected one of the boys to attend her
as soon as she got in the house.

"How so, Mistress Kim?" Andrew asked. She had decided that they should use
the title to make the relationship more explicit. They were her servants, paid
in milk from her massive bosom.

"I was walking back from the farmer's market and there were two separate
accidents, both behind me. Neither one was very bad because the cars were
all moving so slowly." Andrew could see why Lauren might evoke such a reaction
in her tight red mini-skirt and black tank top.

The dark haired vixen straitened the hem of her shirt, "It serves them right
for ogling me." She said with a laugh.

================================================================================

"At this point I'm basically the entirety of the Happy Duckling." Said Lauren
to her Mark. It was his turn to great her with a towel after her morning
workout. Her skin was covered in a faint sheen of sweat. Her sports bra
must have been bought three cups sizes ago because cleavage bulged out
of the top. "The other girls can't keep up with me so Zack had to fire
Tammy, Andrea, Rachel and Cherry. They were just getting in my way. The
other girls on my shifts are still officially bartenders, but they
haven't served anyone in weeks. They are basically just
my little assistants, fetching orders for me." She laughed.

"Did Zack fire them on his own?" Asked Mark.

"I may have persuaded him that it was a good idea." Lauren said with a smirk.
"They were just getting in my way." She shifted her weight from one leg to
the other. "To be honest, I've been making most of the business decisions
for the Happy Duckling lately. Maybe I should just buy the place and cut
him out."

"Isn't it expensive Mistress?" Mark asked.

Lauren smiled, "Well yeah, but I've got the money. It's time I started investing
it right? Now you've been good lately." She tugged her tight sports bra off.
Mark could only stare as her heavenly breasts were revealed.

As Mark's lips closed around Lauren's nipple he felt a warm sense of contentment
settle over himself. Lauren was so kind to him. She allowed him to live in her
house and drink from her teat. She allowed him to serve and obey her. It felt
good to obey Lauren. She was always in control. She always knew what to do.
After a moment Mark pulled away, "Thank you Mistress." He said.

Lauren smiled down at him beneficently.

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"Get me some water Andrew." Lauren demanded, stepping out her work out room.

"Yes Mistress Kim." He said obediently.

When he came back with a glass of ice water Lauren took the glass from his
hand and sighed contentedly, "I'm finally able to work for the whole night
shift." She said.

"Are you worried about growing more Mistress?" Asked Andrew.

She sighed, "Honestly, yes. It is getting a little ridiculous at this point.
I just had to throw out like 30 NN-cup bras. Those things are expensive.
They cost, like thirty second's work!" She laughed, "But they also get
in my way. I kind of wish they weren't so damn perky. If they had a little
more droop to them they wouldn't jut out so far." If she noticed the enraptured
look on Andrew's face, she did not do anything, "But I suppose it is worth it.
The girls are very good at their job. I've just reached the point where they
can keep up with lactating pretty much constantly. I figured out that the
trick is to be constantly drinking milkshakes as I work. It gives my assistants
something to do."

Andrew handed Lauren a towel which she used to wipe the sweat off of her
sleek body.

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"Finally, two weeks go by without me having to get new bras." Lauren said.
She was sitting on the couch with Mark sitting on the floor in front of her
massaging her feet. It was a relief that her inconvenient curves had finally
stopped. She would have preferred being much smaller than the R-cups she had
to wear. They did not look excessive on her tall powerful frame, but having
to compress her tits just to type was annoying. She would have considered
a reduction if it were not for her fear that it would mess with her milk.

"That's good Mistress." Said Mark.

"Mmmmmm." She said. "I suppose I shouldn't complain too much. I look damn good,
and the girls have been good to me in other ways. I just finalized the sale
of the Happy Duckling. Zack agreed to a very reasonable price." She gave
a nasty grin. "The only weird thing was that he said I would have to pay
protection to some gang. Yeah right." Mark knew better than to ask what
she would do if the gang took exception. To be honest he was more worried
for them than anything else.

"Are you going to keep running the Duckling once school starts?" Asked Mark.

"Yeah, why not. I only need, like, an hour of sleep these days. I can study
during the day and tend bar at night."