EM Ch. 11 (Teaser 2) (Patreon)

Greetings my dear Patron!

I feel like I have been out of touch, but at the same time doing so much behind the scenes.  All the while I have been largely on the same schedule as I always am. Anyway! Plenty more EM for you this week. CYOA will be on the back burner for a bit since I have had a personal project pop up and that will be taking a lot of my time up. I haven't forgotten about it, but after last weekend this week is shaping up to be a busy one at least until Wednesday is behind me.

The end of the year sees me making big plans for holiday trips and all kind of other arrangements and I have been spending a lot of last and this week doing that.

EM is rising to a boil and there is quite a bit of sexiness in this teaser. Chapter 11 will be a bulk of the wildness that I have been teasing for weeks now.

Still more I want to share and get done, but will save that for a proper rant later on depending on how much I can get done today.

 Enjoy the teaser!

~Michelle

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The rest of the space behind the plastic curtain was just the bed I sat on, a simple book shelf that was also my night stand with a few books and personal effects. I also had a fairly large shower stall with a washer/dryer besides it. I allowed myself a single breath and to lay back just letting the pumps suck away for a minute or two before my thoughts began to slipto dirty places. ‘There will be time enough for all that later on. Get to work.’ I peeled off my dress and stockings and got back up. After drying off and getting the laundry going I buttoned on a new labcoat. Only the milk-filled lines that ran from the bottom of my coat came out and otherwise it was just a big shelf of cloth hanging from the hungry pumps on the end of my nipples.

I pushed through the plastic sheeting and was back in my lab. Large industrial refrigerators and freezers lined the walls where counterspace wasn’t holding devices for analyzing, mixing, storing, and observing the various liquids and medicines I was working on. Opening a fridge the cold air hardened my nipples and I could feel the pressure get tighter and almost sting as the machines emotionlessly did their work. Countless lines of samples in cups of varying sizes dating back years prior. Multiple subject names and dates, but I pulled out the most recent one and set it on the counter. After a night of hard work I had what I had been trying to make for such a long time. I watched the mixer spinning, multiple vials filled with pearlescent white liquid that after being combined with the right elements and additives became a dark red. The pearlecence became clear and the serum looked similar the red pill, but had tints of purple in it resembling the color of beets or almost black cherries. The process to put the correct amount into pill form was simple after transferring the test tubes to the injectors where pill casings would be pressed. It wasn’t a full blown industrial operation, but with enough serum I could easily make hundreds of pills in a single day.

The light of the dark red pills illuminated by the bright light beneath the clear dish where they collected was the last thing I remember before I took one between my fingers and popped it in my mouth. ‘Finally. At long last…’ A smile crossed my face and there was a beeping from the pump. ‘Already?’ I looked down at my chest and it had actually gotten bigger and fuller in the hours I was working. I sighed and went to put my elbows on the table so I could give myself a full double facepalm, but my tits were in the way. I took a shower and went to sleep trying to focus on the positives. The big positive to be…

Time passed by quicker in the milking room, as the doctor called it. Valentina and I slipped by and we fell into a strange routine of light chat during endless milking, brief resting periods where we would be cleaned up and take short meals, and then back to being milked again. Valentina’s breasts increased milk flow almost immediately and steadied at around one liter from each breast each hour. When I came to the next day, I think it was day, I was still hanging in the rack and must not have even noticed that the doctor had been pumping me again. My rock hard cock was being sucked at a very low pace, maybe a one or a two. Liter after liter was being pumped slowly of my own milk. It was nice to have somebody to talk to after being down there for so long but Valentina's conversation started to dry up very soon as being pumped for milk started to take over much of her mental bandwidth and she began to have orgasms every hour or two. Michelle finally made an appearance and just smiled and nodded at me setting the machine attached to me up to intensity level 3 and it took all of my concentration to even utter sentences and keep a semblance of actual conversation going as my entire body was being sapped of its life and it took all my concentration to stay hydrated enough to keep up with the amount that was being processed through me. After I had come a dozen or so more times over the course of a couple hours I had guessed, the tank was roughly halfway full finally.

The doctor’s breasts had grown to nearly the size of Val’s when he was carted down here for a day and she was using the double-decked cart that held her milk pumping equipment and tanks as a mobile platform for her breasts. She was a bit more clever and wouldn’t accept immmobility like Valentina had been subjected to. But whether from constant pumping or perhaps some other mysterious medicine maybe only she knew about, she was wearing sweaters again before long and was roughly as large as she was when I first met her in the clinic. ‘How many days had even passed that she could grow and shrink so quickly?’ Seeing her wearing the thick red turtleneck sweater I first remember her in was nostalgic despite how stretched out it looked. They were still the size of pumpkins and wobbled every time she moved, but she wasn’t using the pumps non stop like the last few days.

Valentina on the other hand, had swollen larger and larger despite being milked as relentlessly as the doctor had been milking herself. Michelle had to change the plastic milking suckers two times to accomodate how large her nipples had grown over the time she was down there. Large nipples thick and around like D batteries had gotten longer and thicker until they were the width and almost same length as thin energy drink cans when the pumps sucked them hard enough. It was unreal to see a nipple that big and the sheer amount of liquid pumping through the hoses was impressive.They had been huge like bean bags, but soft, squishy, and pliant when she arrived. Now that she was producing milk though, they filled up and become more and more engorged. Beach balls weren’t even close. It was more like a pair of those inflatable balls that people use as chairs in a modern office. Balanced on top of the huge metallic dishes that they used to flow over on all sides, now they were balanced atop them and the pressure looked like it hurt. It looked like she couldn’t be milked enough to keep up with it and all she could do to ignore the pain, from what little I gleaned between cries and moans, was to rub against one of the rounded support columns between her legs and get herself off. She was moaning constantly after a while back and forth between pain and pleasure until finally she peaked in response to drinking so much of my cum at once maybe thirty or forty orgasms ago. I was just thankful for a little more peace and to not have to watch her in such pain.

Myself, I had begun to notice that the sleeve on my dick pumping me relentlessly felt looser and looser and was bumping into the clear rubbery sucker on the tip of my head as well and my balls were starting to getting smaller too. They had gone from massive basketballs filled with cum down to more ‘reasonable’ softballs that gave me hope of wearing pants again. I lost track of all time and only had the various sizes of our bodies to use as some kind of timekeeping method. All I could think about was when that vat would finally be full and I'd be free to go. I was finally not growing anymore and there was hope I could rejoin society in the back of my head. But one day, Dr. Cuunis came back doing her regular rounds and adjusting the sizes, tightness, and location of the various brace restraints, plates holding up massive breasts and more recently, huge butt cheeks as well. She would also perform inspection on and replace milk hoses and transfer them onto new empty vats and tanks and then haul the full ones away using hand trucks.

She would offer a few words of praise typically but more and more often she would look at me with disappointment. Valentina had been spraying milk continuously for maybe days at this point and was the apple of the doctor’s eye, but as I shrunk down to more normal sizes and came less volume despite having orgasms at a higher rate she was clearing becoming agitated. As the days went on though and I was certain that she wasn’t happy with me, Valentina’s breasts also shrinking down to sizes more akin to how big when was when she was first wheeled in.

“I have to admit that your initial production was quite impressive and I the research that your constant samples have been used for are making great breakthroughs.” She said to me one day after giving Valentina some medicine. Valentina had been fed red pills two times now and I was nervous about that and tried to remember the red pills I took and if they were different or not.  “But I need you to take a look at this chart here.” The doctor could see I was ‘busy’ and sighed rolling her eyes. She turned up the machine much higher and within the next minute I had two hard orgasms in rapid succession forcing me to huff through gritted teeth. She turned off the machine finally letting me rest for the first time and who knows how long. She she noted how loose the sleeve was, hanging off of me beaten and battered like a second skin. “Like I said, I need you to look at this now that I have your attention.”

A line graph was being held in front of me and my vision was double. I blinked hard a few times to refocus my eyes and I couldn’t read the small text, but there was a red line was going down steadily and I knew what it was talking about.

“Well, isn’t that a good thing? I should be getting smaller and cumming less, right? That’s good!” I looked up with hope in my eyes towards her expresionless gaze. The straight line her lips made told me that it wasn’t a good thing.

“I'm afraid you have a long way to go my friend and we're going to have to give you a little boost. A bit more stimulus. Stimulus that you are familiar with before we bring you totally back to normalcy. Open up, darling.” She produced from her pocket a small cup with three pills in it -  one green, one blue, and one red. And she held up the green pill. My face contorted into a mix of sadness, confusion, and unease while she smiled with teeth that looked razor sharp in that moment. Her face became a facsimile of a pouty lover and she shook her head with eyebrows scrunched up and whispered cutely, “No?” She put the pill back into the cup and pulled up her sweater. She was wearing a stretched out beige bra that looked like it had been through the ringer it was nearly transparent under the weights. I could also see that she had large circular pads taped on with medical tape over each nipple and they looked heavy and sodden in their own right.

“I know I haven’t been able to produce enough milk for you, and keeping all of hers for my research as well. But that will all change if you can cooperate with me on this. You are already past the halfway mark. Don’t give up now. Please?”

"Another red pill? I thought the goal of this rehabilitation was to bring me back down to a normal size. Won't taking pills just make me bigger and come more? I thought that this was…” I began to protest but she held up a finger and shushed me.

"I know. I know darling. And we are in the process of that rehabilitation but as part of the contract that you signed. That you already agreed to. You’ve already agreed that you're going to cooperate with this research and that means I'm going to need a little bit more from you. Which means you will be taking these three pills, but please be rest assured that you will go back to normal after that. It just means we're going to have to extend this rehabilitation for one more week. It shouldn't be a big deal so please don't worry. And besides you have lovely Valentina here to keep you company.” She said peeling off one of the soaked nipple pads leaving a pinkish ‘X’ across her nipples where the tape was. She held the wet wad of absorbent gauze and brought it to my nose. “Just to wash the pills down with, right? And then you can have as much of her milk as you’d like. You two have missed each other haven’t you?” My cock had become totally soft finally being able to take a break but her words and the intoxicating aroma of her breast milk was like smelling salts that woke up parts of my brain which I couldn’t understand. My cock got hard again filling the sleeve which had scrunched down as I had gotten softer and stretched out again.

“I… Can’t I? This… This isn’t…” I stammered unable to express in clear language that I felt like I didn’t really have a choice.

“Looks like someone made a decision. Let’s wet that whistle before we toss these little beauties down the hatch.” Her smile was infectious and her voice was mesmerizing as she held up her full round breasts, and the nipple dripping milk towards my lips. I had grown tired of water and missed having her milk. I had blamed my production going down partially on that.  What was another week right? And I latched up and sucked hungrily. My god how good it tasted. Even better than before somehow. My eyes rolled into my head and I could feel my penis get even harder as I pulled and pulled desperately for more of her sweet milk. “Someone is hungry. Let’s just… OK. Good. Swallow those down and… Good…” She said while slipping the pills in easily between my desperate need for milk and satiation and before I knew it I had taken three pills which over the course of a week changed my life. At the same time.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Michelle. Because I am a bit nervous.” I said in a shaky voice. She smiled and nodded with a hand on the controller.

“If there is one thing you need to understand about me, darling. It is that I know exactly what I am doing at all times. Just make sure you get plenty of milk. They say milk builds strong bones.” She quipped and without any indication she ramped the speed and intensity of the machine up from one to two, then to three, and finally up to four and I was almost immediately blinded my pleasure as the break was over and my heart began to beat fast with the build up to the next orgasm. But god if that milk didn’t taste heavenly.