EM Ch. 11 (Teaser 4) (Patreon)

The week draws to a close dear Patron.

And for many folks in North America it will be capped off with a celebration of harvest and thanks. I love a good get-together and a meal with friends and family. If you celebrate with your loved ones, please do so safely and with as much consideration as possible.

For me, I was able to see some family and enjoy a nice meal, but maybe not at the same level as many folks. Just the situation I am in, I suppose. Anyway!

This week has ended up being busy as anything and I realized I hadn't put out a proper teaser this week for the upcoming chapter of EM and had to correct it. I have no plans this weekend other than to sleep and roll around in fluffy blankets if I can help it. I love the cold weather for that reason alone, honestly.

So please enjoy the next teaser. The stakes rise every single teaser and I hope you have been enjoying it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It is taking its sweet time coming to a conclusion, but it will be worth it. There might even be a touch of comedy here and there to lighten up the kind of BSDM vibes that have begun to resonate. I don't mind a little bit of that kind of play, but once you go a bit too far it feels cruel. We are in cruel territory with the story, but maybe not for much longer.

No pain no gain, right? And The sinister and sexy doctor loves to provide plenty of both it seems. We get to join the voracious Boss and her intrepid sidekick, Trish as they again engage in a duel of wits with the doctor. Where could our precious main character be?  Read on to find out...

Ta ta~

~Michelle

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“Don’t give me that. You said after a week we’d be able to see Valentina again. What's the holdup? Also that research facility was completely uncooperative and we don't even know where he is and he's been gone for over two weeks. What happened to him? We have a right to know!” I said in a cold voice as I approached the doctor. I pressed my hand on the door with shaking anger and pushed my way in even against her protestation. She pushed back trying to prevent me from entering but I caught a whiff of something from inside the clinic. My nipples went rock hard in an instant. My breasts weren't nearly as large as they were a week ago but they were still quite sizable and it felt like everything turned me on when I thought about him.

I couldn't keep him out of my mind and all of this back and forth searching for him was driving me crazy. It was him I smelled. Once you know that aroma, that taste, that feeling, you’ll never forget. And this doctor with her cool calm demeanor just kept deflecting everything we asked and explaining everything away and always bringing up that stupid contract. There's a clause that says this. They signed something that said we can do that. And no matter what we wanted we weren't listed as emergency contacts, blah blah blah! All of this red tape and she was completely protected from it and he was definitely missing. Or maybe he had been here all along.

"I know he's here. I could smell him and his freaking god semen the second you cracked open that door. Let us in right now or so help me…” She had bigger tits, but was smaller than me and kickboxing had been paying off. I planted my feet and felt the door give a bit against her.

“The second you opened that door it was like a wave of hot air musky with his sexual scent that's meant for just us," Trish said in a longing voice and Michelle kind of winced at the comment between grimacing at me. My face must have been menacing and we were both starting to growl and yelp in frustration until she finally gave up.

“Fine! Fine. Just… Get in here and I can give you an update on what's happening with them. You won’t be able to see them right now but I can at least tell you how the progress is going on their rehabilitation. How does that sound?" The doctor said in a huff, but was already regaining her composure quickly. She pulled a small hairpin and straightened her hair replacing it in one swift movement. When she let off the door to do her hair it slammed open from my unyielding pressure on it and I smiled with gritted teeth still catching my breath. Trish bounced in my wake following as we walked inside to the still vacant and unused clinic lobby where clearly nothing had changed since the last time we were there.

The doctor pulled out a clipboard that had a bunch of line graphs on it and handed one to me and one to Trish. One was about milk and the amount of milk being pumped and general measurements of sizes that seem to indicate that Valentina size was indeed going down and she was producing a lot of milk in the process. Likewise the other clipboard had measurements of his length is girth and the amount that he was producing with each ejaculation and the number went down down down down and then it went up drastically and had finally plateaued and judging by the date was on the downward turn again. The thought of seeing a penis that size and being in the line of fire of liters of cum made me wet and I bit my lip reaching down to my skirt without even realizing it.

"As you can see he had a little bit of a relapse which is why it's taking so long for him. But Valentina is making good progress and should be fit to be released in, say, a few more days. We have to see if progress continues at this rate or if something else happens. If she has a relapse like he did then we may have to keep her for longer. We just have to see. This is all experimental and each person reacts differently." She said it with such a cool demeanor and I was infuriated on top of being desperately horny now, too. All I could do was think about him and when I was at home I would just masturbate and hope that he was doing well. The longer I was in that clinic lobby the more I was sure I could smell him as well. I was sweating and felt like I needed to get off right then and there. The place stank of his cum, I was sure of it. I glanced over at Trish and she had a hand on one of her breasts with her eyes closed about to get on with things regardless of her environment. He had to be here somewhere and all this BS about some other research rehabilitation facility was a lie and I knew for sure I had to confront her.

"You listen well Missy." I tossed the clipboard aside and stood up striding up to her face and looking down into her eyes through those evil red glasses. She blinked slowly and looked up and put that slightly smug expression on her face. I snapped and grabbed her by her lab coat punching into her big soft breasts in the process. My tightly balled fists wrung around the cloth and I was lifting her to her tippy toes. I felt my knuckles brushing against her nipples which got harder and bigger and she looked up at me and smiled.

"I understand how you feel. And I know that you want to see him and want to taste him to regain some of what you lost, but it's going to take a little bit more time until he's ready." She said the words very slowly breathily and hotly into my face. The air that came out of her mouth and nose wound around me and intoxicated me in that moment. ‘What the heck is going on? Who the heck is this lady and what the heck was she doing? What is she doing with Valentina, my secretary and what is she doing with the employee whose dick I just wanted to suck. The new expensive underwear I had bought made me feel like a young girl playing with her mommy’s bras. My old ones were fitting fine again and she just spit that in my face.

I growled under my breath and started breathing faster filled with rage at this whole situation giving her a shake and feeling how warm and squishy her tits were under the knit sweater. She couldn’t have been wearing a bra, like she could with boobs that huge. I barely felt her hand reaching around my waist and taking a gentle rub of my ass. Her other hand was snaking up my side and around the curve of my breast until it slipped under my hair and caressed the back of my head. ‘What…What are you doing?’ I thought I said. She slowly pulled me in for a deep kiss. Her tongue worked circles around mine and ran across my teeth. It was almost as satisfying as having the taste of his seed on my tongue but it was different. I tried to fight at first and push her away but only succeeded in grabbing big soft handfuls of her warm breasts and the comfy wooly knit sweater that she had on. She moaned while still kissing me deeply, holding my head locked against hers and I couldn’t help but kiss her back. All of her breath went directly into my lungs and in and around my nose and mouth and I plyed my will trying to push her away more.

My fingers only relished her soft flesh more and I proceeded to fondle her with more intensity. My thumbs had found her nipples and I began to twiddle them gently as her hands began to explore my ass and reach up to grab a big handful of my own breast. Trish had sunk into the chair with one finger in her mouth and the other and the other down the front of her slacks. A muted look of surprise and confusion played across her face. The doctor’s hand reached down behind my back again squeezing and pawing against my butt pulling me closer until both of our skirts were touching. ‘What the fuck is that?’ Through the thin fabric of my pencil skirt I felt something touching my thigh. It was hot and long and getting harder. I had been deep in her passionate embrace loving every second of this until this came like a shock to my system. My eyes bolted open instantly and I pulled my tongue out of her throat and hers from mine stepping back to take a breath of fresh air. I was huffing deeply and each untainted gulp of fresh air felt like a breeze blowing away the strange fog that had come over me.

"I know that he's unavoidably detained right now but maybe there's something that I can do to help you get through this trying time, Lucy." She said while straightening up her lab coat and brushing herself off. Trish saw my reaction and sat up a bit more alertly stuttering and staring at the same thing I was. Either she had a dildo going at all times or… or…

“B…Boss, is that…?” Trish whimpered pulling her hand from the front of her pants and stood up to a position just behind me. The doctor saw us staring at her and just put her hands on her hips letting us take it all in. Whatever was under the doctor's skirt was getting longer and thicker and bulging out from under that fabric after the deep passionate embrace that we shared.

“What… What are you? What have you done? Do you have… There's no way, is there?” I said completely unsure of how to handle this situation as a trickle of wetness dripped down the inside of my thigh. I looked over to Trish who was licking her lips and her hand was back over her breast idly flicking one of her nipples through the large shirt she wore. I put a hand over her chest and slowly backed towards the door pointing a finger at the doctor. She was walking towards us slowly, the unmistakable hardon under her skirt quivering with a wet spot already spreading from the tip.

“Going so soon? I want to help you through these trying times.” Her voice was like poisonous silk wrapping around my neck and typing me up all over my body.

“ We’ll be back. Just know that! A…And we're going to find them both and we're going to get them out of here. Mark my words you. You mad scientist!" I cried. ‘Damn that was lame.’ And then the both of us left in a huff. We got into my car and looked at each other shaking our heads wondering what exactly was going on with our friends and with this crazy doctor who also seemed in on all this experimentation. I slammed the gas, burning rubber and zoomed away and  begin to make our plans for the next time we would go there. For the last time, hopefully.

The doctor smiled while looking through the blinds and locking the door. ‘Maybe next time.’ She thought, reaching down and touching the sticky dark patch on her skirt where her cock strained against the fabric. ‘I’d think she’d be a bit more open minded after all she’s seen…’ The doctor frowned turning around and walking to pick up the clipboards and took one final look around the clinic floor before heading back downstairs to the milking room and her laboratory. ‘I need to get off. This thing is driving me nuts…’

I don't know exactly how much time it passed but Valentina was already on her second tube upgrade which looked almost a foot long at a glance and she had filled more than half of it easily with her new throbbing girl dick. I could see the obvious slit on the very tip of it and each time the doctor took the tube off to take measurements it looked more and more like a man’s penis. Valnetina was also ejaculating in earnest now although it was only a small dribble here and there. It was becoming more and more voluminous as the hours went by and for somebody who apparently had just grown a dick, it was impressive. I, on the other hand, had plateaued in size and was again in the process of being drained utterly. Frankly I was thankful for it since I felt almost as long as I was tall.

The doctor had been around more often and was very curious about Valentina’s progress. Valentina didn’t talk very much any more to me and mostly made moaning and panting noises when not screaming in orgasmic delight. Valentina mostly nodded or shook her head violently when anyone talked to her so that much communication was possible. Michelle took quite a liking to her and their interactions began to get more intimate as I became ignored more and more. I felt like a piece of furniture that nobody bothered to sit on anymore. The only time she even addressed me was when she would look at my clipboard, look at me, and then the equipment, and then over to the tank behind me. She’d comment that I wasn’t producing nearly enough and things were taking too long. She would mutter under her breath that we might need to use more pills to improve things and even held them up to my lips sometimes. The last thing I wanted was that. I didn’t think I could take anymore of all this, but I couldn’t do anything anyway. My head was largely immobile because of the rack. I was tired of being used as some bull for semen and orgasm and ejaculation became my default state of consciousness.

I would plead that she reconsider her plans for me. I’d talk about wanting to go out into the world again and just when I feared she would feed me another red pill, she pulled it back with a smile and dropped it into the waiting throat of Valentina who swallowed it greedily. I could see something strange was going on between the two of them. The doctor ignored me refusing to even engage with me beyond her teasing. When I began to protest she’d just put one hand on her hip and then just tweak the intensity knob on the machine milking me draining me utterly to the point that I couldn’t form sentences after that.