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hands. He looked at her with excitement and shook the large round tablets inside his package.
    “Please take two of these twice per day. Morning and evening should work best. It may take a little while for the changes to assert themselves...but it could come along pretty fast too.” He sat across the small living room from her, waiting until she nodded to show her understanding. “Have you ever been pregnant before, Mallory?”
    “No...is there any reason I should be?” His question stung more than it should have. She knew Hughes meant no harm, but it was one more reminder of what she had failed to accomplish in her youth. Now, she was nearing peak fertility, and motherhood was so far away that she worried it would never arrive.
    “Not at all. Not yet, anyway. Look, the sensation of your breasts growing large with milk may surprise you at first. I hope you won't find it too unpleasant. We'll do everything to remove the build up
    promptly for storage and study,” he said.
    “Remove it? How?” She crossed her arms, instinctively protecting her curves, not certain she wanted to find out.
    “Nothing painful, I promise. Some women actually find being milked quite pleasurable. I can't make any promises, but I think you'll fit into the latter category.” Hughes winked.
    He left a short time later, leaving her to settle into her new surroundings. She was allowed to order take out from a pre-approved list of restaurants that served the campus several times per day.
    Mallory chose the largest steak she could find, and a huge organic salad to go with it. If they want me to max out my nutrition on their dime, then I'm going to get the best.
    After dinner, she watched a little television until her eyes grew tired. In the bathroom that night, she stared down at the pills. They were roughly the size of a dimes, coated in chalky dust that flaked away in her hands. She didn't know why, but her heart thumped wildly as she eyed them.
    Do it, her brain clamored. This is what you're here for, after all.
    “Bottoms up,” she told herself with a shrug. Her eyes closed as she tossed them down her throat,
    chasing the little tablets into her stomach with a big gulp of water.
    Yawning, she retired. It felt as though she had just made a positive decision for the first time in years.

His to Worship
    Mallory awoke in the early dawn, twisting in discomfort. She sprang up with sweat pouring down her brow. A low moan escaped her throat as her hands clasped her heavy breasts.
    Something is wrong. This can't be right, she thought, picking herself up and treading to the bathroom.
    The weight in her hands seemed impossible.
    Her breasts swung painfully, until she placed her hands over them, lending support in her tight cupped hands. They felt like bulging cannonballs, but hot, soft...and leaking.
    When she tore off her tank top in front of the mirror, Mallory gasped. Her breasts had ballooned
    outward, capped with dark nipples that looked as though she had just gone through nine months of
    pregnancy. Without touching them, small drops of fluid were dripping into the sink.
    She reached down and squeezed her right breast. A jet of milk shot through the air and sprayed the mirror. Her fingers automatically tightened, awed by the change.
    Aside from the extra weight, it didn't hurt. On the contrary, the milky shooting sensation felt
    curiously...pleasurable.
    “Ohhh,” she moaned, reaching with her other hand to circle both nipples. Fear charged hormones were coursing through her body, heightening her senses.
    She felt like she were a virgin just discovering her body for the first time. Each touch of her fingers sent electricity crackling toward her back, where it raced up and down her spine. She pinched her
    nipples again, letting the milk flow freely, grinding her teeth in rapture.
    Mallory looked down between her thighs, right to the steaming core of her sex. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying it so much, but she didn't care.
    She embraced the