"Make over $2000 in 3 months!" Proclaimed the tattered flier in big 
blocky letters. Rachel was in a hurry to get to class, but the number
caught her eye so she walked over to read the rest of the flier.

In considerably smaller font the flier said, "Study about hormonal
deficiencies in nursing mothers. Requirements: female, 18 - 30 yrs
old, low hormonal activity (testing available)."

Rachel was not sure what low hormonal activity meant, but she suspected
she would not qualify. Puberty had blessed her with E cup breasts and
hips to match. Still, 2000 dollars was a lot of money, and the flier
did say they would test her to determine if she qualified. The worst
that could happen was that she would loose an hour of her time. She
tore off a strip from the bottom of the paper.

Getting tested ended up meaning having a little bit of blood drawn.
The whole process just took 15 minutes, and Rachel was back on her
way.

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Jack turned his music up as he went down the line of samples carefully drawing
a drop of the processed blood out of each test tube to place on a slide. If he
was following protocol he would have done them one at a time, but Jack was all
about efficiency, and besides he had places to be. He was being careful though,
keeping each slide lined up with the test tube from which it had been created.
He finished the slides and turned towards the spectroscopy machine he would
have to feed the slides into, and inadvertently brushed two slides with his
lab coat. Thinking nothing of it he quickly put the slides back into place, but
in doing so reversed their order.

20 minutes later he was reviewing the results. All of the samples seemed within
acceptable bounds except for one. The slide corresponding to a test tube labeled
Kara displayed very high levels of estrogen and other hormones which would
interfere with the treatment. A couple of the samples, including Rachel's,
seemed to display extreme deficiencies, and Jack made a note to recommend them
for a higher dosage.

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

Rachel was a little surprised to learn that she did qualify for the study after
all, but she was not going to question good fortune. She got an email from
the professor running the study, Dr. Jacobson, asking her to come in to the lab.

When she showed up she was buzzed in by Dr. Jacobson, "Are you Rachel?"
The woman asked.

"Yeah."

"I'm Sarah, why don't you come in to my office, and we can talk about the
study." Said Dr. Jacobson. As she took in Rachel's figure she could not help
but wonder how the girl had qualified. Where all the other subjects were
small, plain women with no figures to speak of, Rachel had an hour glass figure,
and a stunning face framed by a cascade of shiny brown hair.
The girl was stacked, with large breasts and wide hips, even if she did have
a bit of belly fat. But bloodwork did not lie, so Dr. Jacobson did not say
anything.

"We are entering the late phase of developing a drug to induce lactation
in women whose bodies do not naturally produce milk. The drug is fairly far
along, this will be our third round of human trials. Our research has shown
the drug to be very safe, with some side effects coming into play only in
cases of hormonal interactions which you won't have."

"What sort of side effects?"

"Subjects have experienced vertigo, surges of energy, dizziness and
because of the nature of the drug limited breast growth and
continual milk production. But you should have a very low risk factor for
these side effects. We have a very rigorous screening process."

Rachel laughed, "Well good, because I don't think I need my boobs to grow
any more."

Dr. Jacobson smiled, "You don't have to worry about that.", she said with
more confidence than she really felt.

"Great. What's the procedure then?" 

"You will come here every two weeks once we begin, we will draw some
blood, give you an injection, and take a lactation sample if you are
producing milk. Depending on which group you end up in, you might not even
lactate. Oh, and we will give you $300 on every visit except for the last
one, when we will give your $500."

"That sounds sweet! When can I start?" Rachel said.

"Well if you go into the other room Jack, my assistant, will give you
the first injection."

"Thanks." Rachel said as she followed the direction of Dr. Jacobson's
pointing arm.

Jack was floored when Rachel walked into the room. *How did this girl
make it into this study?* he wondered. He was used to injecting boyish
girls, but Rachel was anything but. Her face alone was worthy of note,
but what drew Jack's eyes were the breasts which stretched her T-shirt
taught and her flaring hips. She might have a layer of pudge, but most
big girls did.

Rachel smirked to herself and then cleared her throat. She knew she probably
should be annoyed by the obvious ogling, but to be honest she enjoyed the
power her body had. Even if it was not true, she liked to imagine that he
could not help but stare. In which case it certainly wasn't his fault.

Jack flushed red as he realized what he had been doing, but quickly
collected himself and efficiently administered the injections. He was so
focused on seeming professional that he did not even take note of the fact
that his chart had Rachel listed as extremely deficient and therefore
requiring a larger dose.

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Two weeks later Rachel walked back into the lab. Jack was the only one there,
so she went back into the small receiving room.

Jack had taken note of when Rachel was scheduled for a follow up, so he could
make sure that he acted professionally. Unfortunately, even with preparation
he still ended up staring at her when she walked in. Her face seemed to glow
with vigor and energy, and her body was even more distracting than before.
Several inches of cleavage were exposed by the V-neck T-shirt she wore, and
her breasts pressed so tightly against the white fabric that it was
translucent. Jack could clearly see the outline of the lacy black bra she
had on under the shirt. A bra, which he noted was clearly to small for
her breasts. Moving his eyes down Jack noted that her belly did not
seem to have as much fat as before. Her legs, which had been hidden by
pants before, were now exposed by short shorts. They were thick at
the top to meet her wide hips, and narrowed towards her knees. Her
calves flared our from the knees in a muscular swell.

Rachel looked at the captivated research assistant with amusement. She may not
have consciously tried to get this reaction, but she had not dressed to hide
her assets either. She waited a moment longer before clearing her throat.
Jack did a passable impression of a tomato.

Jack felt his face burn as he gathered himself and turned to get supplies for
taking a blood sample. After he put the needle in he said, "Have you experienced
any unusual symptoms?"

"No, actually I feel great. I have noticed a little swelling, but I thought
that was to be expected." As she said the word swelling Rachel took a deep
breath, deepening the canyon of cleavage she exposed, and causing more
breast flesh to spill over the edges of her stressed bra.

"Good. That's good." Jack said. He turned away quickly so he could avoid seeing
the look of amusement on Rachel's face. A few practiced actions had Rachel's arm
swabbed and injected. Jack noticed that the muscles in Rachel's shoulder were
more defined than the last time he had injected her.

"Okay. You should be good to go." he said, with a note of relief in his
voice.

"Don't you have to take a lactation sample?" Asked Rachel.

"You're lactating already?" replied Jack. He was not expecting to see *any*
lactation until the second round of checkups, and most women would only
begin lactating after they had gotten at least two injections.

In reply Rachel pulled her shirt over her head and reached behind herself
to undo the straps of her bra. She let out a contented sigh as she released
the garment and Jack could see red lines from where it had cut into her
soft flesh. The bra seemed somehow larger once it was off Rachel, and he
knew it was because of the way that her breasts over matched it. To his
surprise her breasts did not sag as much as he would expect orbs of that
size to. Instead they jutted proudly from her chest. "Go get a cup."
She commanded.

Jack flushed for the second time that day, and hurried to obey. What
else was there to do? "And a towel." Rachel called over his shoulder.
When he returned Rachel took the towel but not the cup from him. As he
watched she pressed the cloth against the bottom of her bosum, lifting it
higher, and a white trickle began to escape from her breasts. "Aren't you
going to collect it?" She demanded as he stared, enraptured.

Jack gulped, and pressed the cup to her right nipple, watching as it slowly
filled with a substance which looked more like cream than milk. Rachel's 
pheromones floated around them in a thick cloud and Jack could feel
an erection throbbing in his pants. When the cup was almost full, the trickle
stopped, and Rachel slid the towel over her breasts to clean up the remains
of the creamy substance.

She made a pout as she pulled her to-small bra back on, and pulled her T-shirt
back over her head. "Thanks! See you in two weeks!" She called over her shoulder
as she bounced out the door. Rachel had always had an exhibitionist streak, but
she had never done anything like that before. In any case she loved the way she
had been able to make Jack squirm.

*If she has grown a similar amount by next week I'm pulling the plug.* Jack
resolved as he watched her leave, hips swaying and butt rolling. But before he
did anything else, he had to masturbate.

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Rachel walked into her second checkup a conflicted woman. She had undergone some
concerning changes over the last two weeks. The growth from E to F cups had been
something she could take in stride, but her more recent growth from F to HH was
more extreme. Her milk production had spiked as well. Last checkup she was
producing about 2 cups of milk a day, but now she produced a quart of milk from
each breast every day. Her hips had grown broader as well and she had gone from
5'8" to 5'8 1/2" which meant her skeletal structure was changing. On the other
hand fat seemed to be melting away from her body. Her tummy, once her least
favorite body part, was now flat. Her legs were sleek pillars of muscle, and her
arms had gained definition. Even her skin seemed to glow with health.

Again Jack though he was prepared for Rachel, and again he was wrong. The
bodacious girl who stood in front of him was like the Rachel he remembered
but magnified. Her green eyes seemed to boor into him as she walked
purposefully through the door. The motion set her huge breasts bouncing
and Jack could see that she was not wearing a bra. In fact she no longer
possessed any which fit. Instead she had just stuffed her orbs into a
thin black T-shirt, causing her nipples to tent the fabric.
The shirt may have fit her before, but now it exposed four inches of cleavage
and her breasts pulled the hem up from her shorts to expose a smooth strip
of midriff. Her legs, which had retained a little bit of pudge before
now rippled with smooth muscle. Even though she was not wearing heals
Jack thought she might have been taller.

Rachel walked straight up to Jack as he watched her nipples bounce. She
did not bother to snap him out of it, instead simply held out her arm
to get blood drawn. After a moment Jack's face turned the traditional color
and he set about his task of taking a sample. He knew the sample would tell
a similar story to the one from last week. Rachel's hormones were extremely
elevated, and she was likely experiencing permanent changes to her
physiology. Blood flowed out of Rachel's vein and into the waiting test
tube. Her powerful pheromones quickly flooded Jack's system, and he could
feel himself becoming painfully hard.

Rachel took a seat on the examining table. Jack finished his task,
and grabbed a small sample cup to give Rachel.
"There is a bathroom right around the... " He was cut off as Rachel again
pulled her shirt off. He watched her huge breasts bounce with fascination.
His world seemed to narrow to her nipples and the throbbing in his cock.

"Ready?" Rachel asked coolly as her right breast began to spurt. Thick
white drops splattered onto her muscular thigh, and Jack hurriedly shoved
the cup under her stream. He managed to catch most of it, but some still
sloshed out. As the milk neared the top of the sample cup the flow slowed
to a dribble, and eventually stopped. *She has remarkable control* he noted.
Jack had never been more aroused in his life.

For her part Rachel was disappointed that she had to stop so soon. There
was still plenty of milk in her breasts, and the sensation of it leaving
was so good. Looking at the man holding a brimming cup of creamy milk with
his head at her breast height, Rachel knew what she had to do. "Give me the
cup." She commanded. Jack did not seem to be capable of doing anything but
obeying wordlessly. "Now, drink." As she spoke her left breast began to
weep. Jack hesitated for only a moment before submitting.

It was richer than he expected. Even though he had seen how thick it was
Jack was unprepared for the shear density of the stuff. He quickly rallied
from his initial surprise and started gulping the hot cream down his throat.
It shot into him and quickly began to fill his stomach. As he drank
he felt as though a great presence enveloped him, a warm loving embrace
that went far deeper than just the press of Rachel's warm breast against
his face and the caress of her hand against his head.

The sensation of getting milk pulled out of her was so much better than
the feeling of simply releasing it that Rachel had become used to. It made
her feel inexplicable close to him, like she had some special insight into
the way his mind worked. Jack's insistent tugs on her nipple sent tremors
of pleasure up and down her spine. She brought her hand up to his hair
and cooed softly while she squirmed her hips a little.

Jack was completely full when he finished draining her left breast, but
Rachel insistently moved his mouth to her other nipple, still damp from
providing the sample. Hot cream shot down his throat and he could feel
his dick throbbing rapidly. His stomach grew more and more distended, yet
still he drank. Eventually he finished and pulled back, looking up at Rachel
to see if she was pleased.

Rachel let out a contented sigh as Jack rocked back. Looking down at his
expectant face she pointed to her thigh, "You aren't finished."

Jack followed her elegant finger to look at the splatter of milk on her
thigh from the earlier sample taking. Obediently he began to lick up the
milk. He was licking her inner thigh when the combination of the milk, her
scent, and the heat emanating from her breasts hanging overhead pushed
him over the edge. Cum gushed out of his balls and coated the inside of his
pants. Watching him twitch made Rachel feel enormously powerful.

After a moment of resting his head between her powerful thighs Jack pulled
back. "t-thanks for coming in for the checkup." He said lamely.

Still shirtless, Rachel hopped off of the examining table. "Aren't you
forgetting something?"

"Uuuuhhhhmmmm..." Jack tried to think.

"My injection?"

"Oh, right!" He was relieved to be remained.

It would only be later that Jack remembered he was supposed to discontinue
Rachel's injections.

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Three days later Rachel received a facebook message:

Jack: hey
Rachel: hi, who are you
Jack: I'm the research assistant in your study. Listen, can we meet?
Rachel: Oh! Yeah I can see from your profile picture. Sure we can meet ;) ;)
Jack: great. Let's get lunch.

They agreed on a time later that day, at a sleepy little deli.

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"Hey Jack." Jack looked up to see Rachel standing over him. Her breasts seemed
to have gained another cup size or two, though they were so large it was
difficult to tell. She wore a very stretched out purple U-neck. It had displayed
a few inches of cleavage before her growth spurt, and now the over matched
top exposed acres of creamy breast flesh. Rachel's thumb sized nipples
made prominent dents in the fabric. As he registered her breasts
Jack could feel himself grow hard. His hunger, which had been painfully
acute seemed to triple at the sight of her tremendous bosom.

"Hey." He replied a beat to late.

Rachel plunked in the chair across from him, causing her boobs to bounce. "I
love this place. Their sandwiches are so big."

The thought of a sandwich was singularly unappealing to Jack, but he agreed
anyway.

"Have you ordered?" she said. When he did not reply she walked up to the
counter and said, "Can I get an extra large smoked salmon and an extra large
Ralph's Special. Oh and my friend will have an extra large meat lovers."
The man behind the counter seemed a little stunned, so she snapped her
fingers loudly. "Hey, I placed an order?"

Coming back to the table she said, "You will love the meat lovers. Even
vegetarians make an exception for this place. You aren't a vegetarian are you?
I know you aren't a vegan." She said with a wink.

Jack blushed and said he was not a vegetarian.

"That's good. I don't understand vegetarians. I got no problem with them,
I just don't understand 'em. We're omnivores for crying out loud. We eat
veggies and meat. Just meat or just veggies would be weird." She looked
at Jack, who was looking at the large swells exposed by her blouse. She
grinned to herself *man, I've never seen a guy this goo-goo before* she
thought. She shifted in her chair, thrusting her breasts out more and
pulling her blouse further down. "What do you think Jack?"

Dragging his gaze up to her face Jack agreed that humans were omnivores.
When he met her green eyes he felt like she was looking right through him.
She knew, he was sure, how aroused he was and how much he craved the hot
milk he knew was inside her enormous breasts.

After a moment of eye contact Rachel thought *I have him completely*.
"Anyway, you are going to love this sandwich. The cook is from Serbia 
I think, and he really knows his meats. Sausage, bacon, this really thinly
sliced stuff which I think is a kind of beef." Jack just seemed hypnotized
by her breasts.

If asked to recount what they talked about until the sandwiches arrived Jack
would have been unable reply, so enraptured was he by the vision in front
of him. Being this near Rachel was at once incredibly sublime and painful.
He had not eaten in three days, and the presence of Rachel's milk laden tits
just feet away from him seemed to make his hunger double every couple of
seconds.

The man behind the counter came out and place three sandwiches on the table.
Each seemed large enough to feed four people. Jack just stared suspiciously
at his, while Rachel immediately picked up her salmon sandwich and took a
huge bite. Both Jack and the deli man watched her in fascination. By this time
Rachel's pheromones had formed a cloud around the table, and the deli man
had become almost immediately aroused when he brought their order over.

Rachel swallowed and smiled at the deli man, "Thanks!" she said waving. He
scuttled back behind the counter to watch the busty vision from afar.

Jack watched as Rachel rapidly packed away both her sandwiches. She took
huge bites, white incisors flashing. She hardly seemed to chew before
gulping down huge chunks of meat. Jack could watch as the food rippled
down her throat, propelled by the powerful muscles lining her esophagus.
The huge pile of food in front of her just seemed to disappear. As she ate
a drop of mustard fell from her sandwich and plopped onto the exposed dome
of her right breast. She did not seem take any notice, and continued
wolfing down her sandwich. 

Before he knew what had happened Rachel was daintily licking mustard off
her fingers in front of two empty plates. Looking down at her breasts
Rachel seemed to notice the mustard for the first time. "Oh, look at that!
I'm so embarrassed." She said looking around for a napkin. Not finding one,
she shoved herself to her feet violently and stalked over to the
condiments station. The act of doing so set her breasts bouncing and
managed to cause the mustard on her  breast to run down into her cleavage
in a trickle.

Grabbing a handful of napkins Rachel stalked back to the table. "Oh drat."
she said when she saw what had happened. She used a napkin to wipe up most
of the mustard, but did not get all of the mustard in the crack of her
cleavage. "Did I get all of it?" She demanded of Jack, thrusting her breasts
in his face.

"Uhhhhh. n-Not all." He said

Rachel frowned down at herself. "Oh, you're right!" She said, violently wiping
at her bosom. The brushing action set her huge tits in motion, and for the
moment Jack became incapable of rational thought. After a moment she pointed at
Jack's untouched  sandwich. "Are you going to eat that?"

"No" he said, looking at Rachel in awe.

She shrugged her shoulders, causing her breasts to bounce and picked it up.
Jack watched as his sandwich went the way of the first two in less than
three minutes. When Rachel was finished she smiled, "Thanks! So what did
you want to meet about?"

Jack steeled himself. He could hardly bring himself to say it, but he had
to, "You know what, uuhhh, happened last time you came in for a,
uuuhhhmm, checkup?"

Rachel looked at him, "Yeah. You drank my milk." At the open acknowledgment
of it Jack could feel his balls tighten.

"W-Well, ever since then the concept of... the concept of regular food has
been revolting to me."

Rachel was surprised, but she hid it well and said, "so, what now you only
want to drink milk?"

Jack gulped, "I tried drinking milk. It was awful. I, uuuhh, I just want
breast milk. Y-your breast milk. I drank all of the sample you gave. I,
uuuhhh, tried some of the other samples, but they were just as bad as
regular milk."

Jack's admission made Rachel feel a rush of power, which set her nipples
and pussy abuzz. "So what do you propose?" She said, enjoying making him
say it.

"C-Can I d-drink you milk?" Jack managed.

Rachel flipped her lustrous hair over her shoulders and pretended to think
about it. After a while she said, "My roommate is in my room. How far is
your place?"

Jack nearly sagged in relief. "Thank you." he whispered.

"Great! Can you get the bill?" Rachel stood up and headed towards the door.

Jack paid as fast as he could before following Rachel. She set a fast
pace on the 5 blocks to Jack's apartment, and he had to trot to keep up
with her powerful strides. Jack noticed that her stomach seemed to recede
as they walked, until it was almost flat when they got to his building.
It might have been his imagination, but he thought her blouse was tighter
around her breasts than it had been when she walked into the deli.

When they got to his apartment Rachel walked straight to his kitchen.
"This is really nice!" She said, admiring the gleaming cooking implements
Jack had lovingly arranged around the place. "Do you cook a lot? This stuff
all seems super good."

Normally Jack could talk about cooking for hours, but right now he just
wanted to feel Rachel's milk in his belly. "Yeah. Cooking calms me down."

"You'll have to cook for me sometime." Said Rachel as she pulled her blouse
over her head in a slow sensual movement.

Jack could do nothing but drool as he watched acres of creamy flesh get
revealed. When she tossed her blouse on the counter Jack thanked god that
she had outgrown all her bras and wrapped his lips around her fat nipple.
For a few seconds Rachel did not let down her milk, enjoying the desperation
she could feel in Jack's sucking. Then, with exquisite control she let out 
a trickle. At the first touch of cream against his tongue
Jack came violently all over himself. For a minute he twitched against Rachel
while she stroked his head softly.

After he recovered Jack immediately began sucking again. This time Rachel
let her milk down fully. Jack gulped and gulped, again feeling the huge
loving presence which surrounded him in his core. Rachel felt a sense of 
deep satisfaction as she watched Jack take nourishment from her. Even more
than the last time, she felt a connection to Jack's mind as he drank. She
got a sense of his lust and adulation for her, and of his deep hunger for
her milk. Buried deeper she could feel the focus from his memories of working
in the lab, and the wonder of winter's first snowfall from his childhood.

Though he had not eaten in three days Jack was again almost painfully full
by the time that Rachel ran out of milk. He rocked back and looked Rachel
in the eyes. He had grown hard again over the course of his feeding, and
now looking at Rachel standing topless in his kitchen he came again. Rachel's
green eyes bored into his as he did. After it was over he slumped against
her, "Thank you." He said.

He felt so fragile in her arms that Rachel did not say anything for a long
time. Instead she just held him. After a while she pressed her lips against
his forehead and said, "It must have been awful for you, going without milk
for so long. I promise that won't happen again." Jack shuddered against her.

Rachel told her roommate that she would be away for the next couple of weeks
and moved her stuff into Jack's little apartment. It was close enough to
campus that she would be able get to class with no problem.

Rachel and Jack settled into a routine. Jack would cook a large meal (big
enough for four or five people), which Rachel would eat. Then Rachel
would allow Jack to suckle at her breasts. If Rachel did not pay attention
Jack would drink so much that he became painfully bloated. She grew adept
at getting a feel for how much he had drunk, and cutting off the flow
of her milk. The first couple times she did this Jack had argued, but
Rachel was firm, and now he just accepted it when she turned off his supply.

Slowly, Rachel grew more and more accustomed to giving Jack orders. She would
tell him to start cooking dinner, or to clean up the apartment, or to
clean up her dishes. If he disobeyed there would be less milk the next time
she fed him. At first he bristled under the treatment, but soon began to
accept it.

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On the third checkup date Rachel and Jack walked into the lab together. Rachel 
had gained an inch since the last checkup, putting her at 5'10".
Her breasts had ballooned out so she would be wearing
a 38K if she wore bras any more. Despite their huge size Rachel's boobs were
perky and proud, held up by the milk that filled them to firmness, and the
powerful muscles of her chest and back. Her hips had grown in concert with
her breasts so that none of her old pants or shorts fit. She now wore skirts
exclusively. Skirts which had been mid thigh now exposed the round swells at
the bottom of her butt cheeks. All of the fat that remained on her body was
strategically placed. She still had soft curves, but her abs, arms, and legs
were iron hard muscle. Even her face and hair had grown more womanly. Her
eyes seemed to flash with a new steeliness.

Rachel's pheromones also seemed to have increased in strength. She would walk
into a store and go immediately into the back isles. When she went to check
out the clerk would often already be uncomfortably aroused even though she
had only come into view in the last five seconds.

Rachel continued to dominate Jack. One day she came home from class to find
him working on the computer instead of finishing up her dinner. "Hey, Jack."

He looked over at her, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll start dinner right away. I lost
track of time."

Rachel undid the top two buttons of her shirt. "Look at me Jack."
He did. She stood there in a short skirt and tight green shirt which only
barely managed to contain her huge assets. "Look at my huge breasts, smooth
legs, and long hair. Isn't this all you ever wanted?" She continued undoing
buttons.

Jack gulped as she walked towards him. Her shirt was open to her navel now,
and all he could do was stare at the creamy cleavage she had exposed. "I
want you to relax, Jack. Relax, and let me take control. Every second you spend
staring at me you get more relaxed. Happier."

Pheromones were coming off Rachel in sheets now and Jack was enormously aroused.
"Oh, god." he said, knowing he would cum soon.

Rachel threw her shirt behind her. She stood there, resplendent in just a short
skirt. "You mustn't cum Jack." She said. "Now, are you relaxed?"

"Yes."

"Good. I want you to get even more relaxed as I count to five. With every
number you are going to sink deeper and deeper. One... Two... Three...
Four... Five... Okay. Now you are so very relaxed, so receptive. Are
you relaxed Jack?"

"Yes."

"Now I want you to realize how beautiful I am. The sight of me fills you with
lust, and you worship me with every spare thought. Your priority is no
longer yourself. You are my possession. My plaything. What are you?"

"Your plaything. Your possession."

"Very good!" She cooed. "Now what am I?"

"My Goddess."

Rachel nodded, "That's right. Now I'm going to allow you to cum. When you do
the last vestiges of your ego will be destroyed. You will truly become my
possession. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You may cum." And he did, twitching and shuddering on his knees for a
long time.

"Thank you for helping me see things more clearly, Goddess." He said when
he finished.

Rachel smiled. "Now cook me dinner."

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On the fourth checkup date Rachel was 5'11" with LL cups. Her breast growth
seemed to be slowing, but her muscles had hardened and strengthened
enormously. Not only did she ripple with muscle, but that
muscle seemed stronger than it should be. 4 time stronger by the measurements
she and Jack had taken, though Jack was less and less a person distinct from
her. He took initiative less and less, and did as Rachel willed. She had gone
shopping, as none of her old clothes fit, and now she wore mens XL sweatpants
and a mens XL sweatshirt. They were tight in some places, and baggy in others,
but they were the only thing which did the job on short notice.
Rachel had decided that she would wait until she stopped growing before
she found clothes that fit her.

Her pheromones had also grown in power. A few men had cum when they scented her.
They also extended further and faster. Where before it took them an hour to
fill an enclosed space, now she could walk into a store and fill it in fifteen
minutes.

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

On the fifth checkup date Rachel's growth seemed to have slowed. She had gained
another inch, putting her at 6'1". Her breasts had continued their steady
expansion, and she fit snugly into the 40MM bras that she had ordered off
the internet.  Each of her breasts could produce over four gallons of rich,
creamy milk every day. Her muscles had continued to grow
more powerful, and they were now 16 times stronger by cross sectional area
than those of a normal human. Her face seemed to have taken the chance to
catch up with her body. She had always been beautiful, but now her face
was breathtaking. Most notable was the way her bright green eyes seemed to
shine.

Her pheromones had continued to grow in power. Now no man could resist her,
and she seemed to cow any woman who took a whiff. She could fill a warehouse
with her scent in under five minutes when she focused on production.

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Rachel's body seemed to have stabilized. She stood
6'3". Her breast growth had made a brief comeback, providing her with
O cups.  Her waist and chest had not grown at all. Her milk production had
increased to 6 gallons a day from each breast. Her muscles were around 60
times stronger than the average humans by cross sectional area, and they were
already large to begin with.

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After she stopped the treatments Rachel's growth finally stopped when she was
6'4" with P cups, a 43" chest, 34" waist, and 48" hips. Her inexplicably
addicting milk and powerful pheromones prepared the amazonian woman to
dominate.

Once her body stabilized, she started buying new cloths, but found that she
could not afford very many. She had to get specialty items, and they were
about triple the price that ordinary sizes were.