EM Ch. 11 (Teaser 1) (Patreon)

Greetings my dear Patron!

Finally, the weather is getting nice and chilly where I am and I love it.

Progress on EM has been going at a good rate and I am almost there.  I keep adding a bit more and a bit more and a bit more and can't seem to stop.  This is a huge climax situation and things are going to get out of control. I feel it deserves quite the final bang like a proper finale needs. There will be a few oddball fetish moments that come into it, but they are more a symptom of the fact that shit is going bananas beyond what I normally do.  To some that will be very exciting and for those who aren't into it as much, I just hope it isn't too much of a turnoff in that moment. Nothing too wild though, all said and done, so fear not.

In this chapter we get a chance to jump into the doctor's head. I obviously hold her very near and dear to my heart and am a bit reluctant to hand the keys to the proverbial car over to the reader since she is a source of mystery in my story I think. But what the hell. Hop on in there and get a taste. There is a lot of potential for spinoffs surrounding that character and all the people that she ropes into her schemes and experiments. Time to start my own Michelle-verse and assemble the avengers or something, right? Yeah, sure.

I am going to write a sequel to this story and wanted to put a poll up about it, but decided against it for now. Once the story is finished and released I will see what ideas you are interested in, but am always willing and eager to hear from you anytime.

My list of short story ideas and concepts has been ballooning as I focus on finishing this one. So I will probably pump out a few shorts and Chapter 0-1-2's for some other potential series to explore. I have wanted to write about size transfer and size stealing for a while now, but part of me lives in fear of such a thing and it feels almost like tempting fate or bad luck to do so. I am a bit of a superstitious person, but transfer/stealing of sizes is really hot to me. I will be sneaking a bit of it into the final chapters of this story, so look forward to (or dread) the coming of that part.

Just know that I am always generous and at the end of it all, growth above everything!!!

Please enjoy this teaser as we build up to more sexy debauchery in the final act of the story.

Ta ta~

~Michelle

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Chapter 11

‘He fell asleep. He needs the sleep. I need more of that precious semen. He won’t be able to produce if he isn’t rested. Obviously, but he is built of better stuff than this right? Three days and he’s through? The other ones lasted over a week. Ugh. He will be fine. Don’t burn him out. This will be the great work. Finally the ticket I need to break free from all of this. I wanted his help to haul this cum-drunk cow onto the restraining platform, but now I have to do it myself. This milk might be the key. It has proven quite useful so far and the results are better than ever across the board.’ There was a buzz in the doctor’s lab coat, my lab coat, but I ignored it for the time being. If I didn’t get Patient V into her restraints and attached to a milking machine she would end up making more of a mess than even he had.

“Have you had enough?” I cast down at her. ‘Poor girl. Fell in too deep. Understandable, but you have to know your limits or you end up like this. I’ll be in the same boat unless I get busy. And busy I got. While my breasts were still only the size of very large round pumpkins and I was mobile I had to secure both the patients and get production back on track or the opportunity would slip away. It wasn’t easy to move around and pull huge racks down here in this stinking dungeon while carrying a huge rack of my own the whole time. Sweat bead down as I hustled around and wheeled the rack closer to Val where she could most easily be scooped up and mounted in the ring. “Can you hear me Valentina? Have you had enough yet?”

The girl was reaching too far forward and resting her body from the waist down completely on her breasts stretching as far as she could reaching ahead for one final patch of congealed semen on the ground. But her full stomach went past the halfway point of her balance and she ended up doing a front flip, her breasts only shifting in place a little bit to compensate for it and ended up with her face and shoulders shunted deep into her own cleavage essentially crushing her.

‘Are you kidding me right now. I don’t have time for this…’ I strode over, heels clicking against the cement floor and knelt down. The feeling of my calves pushing into my thick thighs and fat round butt felt good. This was actually right in my sweet spot, given how big I had gotten in the past, but after the other night’s binge and now the multiple mishaps here, I wasn’t going to be this big for much longer. It was annoying more than anything, but it felt good.

I had learned how to anticipate the growth and savor it and avoid it. I could feel it coming on each time like wrapping up in a big soft blanket during wintertime and the added weight and warmth just added reassurance to you. Not just that, but it also made my so horny I had to get off no matter what. On one hand it was also like eating ice cream straight out of the bucket and knowing that if you had one more spoonful you’d get a stomachache. Sometimes you say ‘oh well’ to conventional thought and just keep going to savor another delicious spoonful like poor Valentina here. She was going to be wrapped in that blanket with a stomachache for the foreseeable future. Not me. I know how to cure stomachaches and know exactly when to put down the spoon. But having delicious sweet ice cream shot into my mouth from across the room…

I grumbled while settling onto the balls of my feet and getting my balance. ‘Soon enough I will enjoy myself. Now let’s save this silly girl from suffocating herself under her own breasts. Reaching forward against the huge breasts I began to push them apart from eachother a little bit at a time like trying to dislodge two large boulders forming a path between them. A path for air. Val’s legs kicked and she struggled, but after a few more seconds of effort, my own big sensitive bosoms getting in the way all the while, I heard a deep breath taken from within the cavernous cleavage and knew she was going to survive. Craning my neck around to let some light in the cavern, I could barely make out the sparkle of an eye looking up at me from within it.

“Thanks doctor. I’m… I’m sorry.” Val’s voice came meekly from within the entrapment and her legs settled down knees up. I just smiled at her.

“Let's get you back upright, shall we? I am going to need your help to get you into the rack so work with me will you?” I said to her as nicely as I could considering how irritated and horny I was. ‘I took off the pumps when I had to answer the door, but the fuller my breasts get less I can concentrate on anything with them sloshing around. I need to get this taken care of or the both of us are going to be spraying milk all over the place.’

Standing back up with a bit of a groan, they already felt heavier, damnit. The main ring was mounted to the caster wheel system and was very well greased and oiled to handle great weights. I locked and unlocked a few axis and maneuvered the large metal dishes like a forklift operator and slid them up as close as possible to the giant pair of tits on the ground. With Val’s help we managed to roll and slide each of her breasts onto a dish also freeing the rest of her body in the process. It was slow and methodical work, but before long she was sitting in the saddle and uprighted. She was topless, poor girl could only wear bed sheets at this point, but her ass still fit into a stretchy red dress which looked more like a mini skirt stretched around her huge butt. It was soaked in some places, stained in others, and hard and crispy in others. ‘When was the last time she bathed? In clean water that is. I smiled at the thought while going about my work.

With a few final adjustments in anticipation of her constant growth, the dishes were loosened so that they’d slowly move to accommodate the new size along well greased rails. For the first time in over a week no doubt, she could sit down comfortably without having the burden of her massive breasts born on her. Valentina's nipples were already dripping white liquid in tiny little trickles during this operation and there wasn't much the Valentina could do to fight what was happening to her and she didn't even seem to mind that much as she was placed into her new chair.

“That feels so much better. I had no idea the kind of pressure and strain it was putting on my back and shoulders. I was just so focused on the pulling on my chest and how badly they were crushing my legs.” She leaned back a bit, breasts pulling gently with the motion, and rolled her shoulders around stretching them out with great relief. The milk began to trickle more as she she loosened up and stretched out. A new kind of clarity started to come over her now that everything in her world wasn’t focusing on how big and heavy her breasts were. I finished locking the rack in place to make sure she didn’t go anywhere with a few final ratcheting clicks and stepped before her.

"So I'm guessing if you drank four or so full orgasms worth of his seed you're going to be growing for another few days before we can see your size decrease a little bit." I said now that I had her attention and she was too full to fight. I studied the dishes propping up her massive breasts and nestled my fist under my lower lip wondering if this system would be able to handle it if they got too much bigger. “I wonder if this thing is going to hold” I mumbled under my breath.

“I think I can feel it. Ahnn” Valentina moaned softly now that she was in a relaxed position as beads of milk swelled on the tips of her nipples. “It’s so warm…” She whispered while reaching forward extending her arms enough to reach a finger and touch her own nipples. Droplets of milk waited on her fingers and she stared at them before smelling them and then licking cautiously and not disliking it. “Is this milk? My milk?”

“That’s right. Very good, Valentina. This is the first step to recovery. Normally it’s one step forward and two steps backward as they say, but in your case it will be quite a few steps backward with this one small step ahead.” I explained to the poor immobile girl and kept myself busy preparing the next part of the process. She kept reaching forward and tickling her own nipples, tweaking them, and bringing her hand back for another taste which she began to relish. ‘The next addiction if I don’t get her locked in. Poor, poor girl.’

I wheeled out the milking apparatus, a device modified only slightly from the ones that milked cows. After the hoses and pumps were all connected to one of the larger vats, maybe about half the size of the one he was hooked up to, I picked up the tubes. Each of the large plastic tubes with rubber rings sucked neatly onto an engorged nipple with a pneumatic sucking kiss. She squeaked and let out a light moan as the pumps attached to her and suction began. I stood besides the controls for the pumps and smiled at her waiting for her to look at me before I did.

“Ready?” I smiled and she blinked and nodded slowly. I licked my lips and took a deep breath then flicked the switch and relished in her grunting cry as the machine started to suck each nipple in 1 to 2 second intervals. I watched the piping and hoses tense up and flex then loosen as the machine took a ‘breath’ between each long thirsty suck. I knew from experience how sensitive I was and how pleasurable it was if it had been a while since being hooked up to this thing. But the first time, that was an experience I can remember vividly. I felt myself get a little hot just thinking about the aftermath of that first failed experiment. Or was it just too successful? Shaking my head I walked beside her and rubbed her hair while fixing the restraints around her calves and arms.

“Why are you? Why my arms? And my legs, too?” She had a pleading look in her eye as she said it.

“Trust me.” I looked down at my own heavy full breasts which had started to leak a bit as well. “I know how sensitive it must feel and how good it feels to express and let it all out. That release of pressure after feeling so full for so long.” She was listening as I expected she would. I put a hand up again one of the massive breasts like I was patting the side of a large animal, hot and alive. “The desire to pull those milkers off is going to be irresistible, but we need to keep milking you, especially after you drank so much of his semen. You have seen what its capable of!” I scolded her.

“I can’t help it. I just. I have to have it. More of it.” She was ashamed of herself. I brushed her hair again and continued to rub my hand around the large breast. I quietly shushed my precious subject.

“I know, dear. And I have also seen what happens when people just like you push themselves beyond their limits. Too much, too soon. The human body has limits and exceeding them too quickly will have disastrous consequences that nobody wants to think about. Especially not you.” I whispered very close to her face. I could see a tear begin to well in the corner of her eye. “I don’t want to scare you, but you need to trust me. You understand that right? This is for your own good.” I waited within centimeters of her face and wiped the tear from her eye.

“I understand. Thank you for your help. I knew that this was a good idea.” She said weakly, but smiled nodding her head. “I think I am pretty tired. Can I sleep now?” I brushed her hair again and patted the cleavage just in front of her face.

“These are as soft a set of pillows as anyone could ask for. Rest well and I will be back soon. You will both need it.” Were the words i left them with as I checked the desk monitors satisfied, then walked down the dark hallway leaving them to their own devices. ‘More than just his potent serum-laced semen, I will also be getting a huge shipment of milk out of the deal too. This is a big bonus. It might be exactly what I need…’ The smile stretching across my face as I walked felt good. Only when the distracting bouncing of all the fat on my body was accompanied by an increasing spritz of milk wetting the front of my legs. I grumbled and sighed as I entered 8-1-6-8-0-0-8-5 into the panel unlocking the door to my lab taking one look at the trail of milk behind me and pulled off my coat letting the door shut behind me.

I let out a sigh of relief now that the day was done. I needed a bath, but there was much to do before I would allow myself the privilege. The cart which held the pump and portable tank which the milker tubes led to was already ready and had been charging all day. I flicked the power on and the tubes were sucking desperately at the end of my nipples pulling healthy tubefulls of milk from me immediately. The feeling of the pressure as my nipples were sucked into the tubes and pulled back and forth felt good no matter how annoying it got. ‘If I don’t nip this in the bud I will end up like her…’ I wheeled the cart beside me and went behind the plastic curtain separating the laboratory from my temporary living quarters. There was a tall wide mirror that always greeted me reminding me how far things had gotten. I looked like a cow with breasts hanging down to my waist and they had been getting fuller every day, almost every hour. I’m going to need to keep the pumps on overnight…’ I sighed. It was always so difficult to get to sleep when I was being milked. My dress and stockings were ruined and I kicked off my black flats walking over to the bed to change.