The next morning Lisa awoke on the bed, where she had thrown herself the night before – too agitated to get under the bed-covers. The rays of the sun were coming in between the open window curtains, announcing a wonderful day. Lisa woke up and staggered into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror - tousled hair and make-up smeared - and smiled; she still had the remains of mother's-milk caked on her face.
While showering, she could not stop thinking about the previous night, and she felt a strange excitement growing inside her. It had happened, and would happen again that night, and again and again ... or maybe it wouldn't? For the first time since her teens, she felt very happy but also confused and helpless.
She went downstairs, torn by these contrasting moods, secretly hoping to walk into the kitchen and find Milena there to welcome her.
Instead the kitchen was empty, the table prepared for breakfast, the morning papers still perfectly folded; it seemed that no one had woken up yet. She looked at the clock on the wall – eleven-fifteen - and at the same time, in the distance, she heard the sound of church bells. She suddenly realized that it was Sunday.
"May I come in?" With a slight tap of knuckles on the jamb of the open door, Professor Bohm came in, smiling at her.
"Hi, Fraulein Lisa, may I?" And with that, he sat down at the table in front of the girl.
"Hello. I thought you didn't work on Sundays."
"As a matter of fact, I am not working. I'm cultivating my passions." He said this with a wry smile that, for no reason she could identify, irritated Lisa.
"And what are your passions, if I may ask?”
"I also enjoy traveling, reading, eating well. But nothing thrills me like seeing our work grow to fruition ... "
"You mean ... Milena?”
"I mean the project we have undertaken, thanks to your support and to Gunther. Milena is only a part of the whole."
"And ... how is Milena now? I don’t see her downstairs this morning."
The doctor looked at her, his eyes sharp behind the lenses, that disconcerting light smile continuously directed at her.
"Milena is quite well," he finally said. "The various therapies we have designed for her, occupy her almost constantly - especially the regimen involving mechanical stimulation. Honestly, I have to say that she is an extraordinary girl, who made a courageous choice and still remains very committed to the success of our project. The results achieved so far are exceeding all expectations, thanks to her."
"And what are those results, if I may?" Lisa asked, feigning disinterest.
"The subject's breasts have responded well to the hormone therapy. Her circumference – her bust measurement, if you will - is seventy-two inches in an upright position, and despite such a dramatic increase in size, the blood flow is quite good, the increase in breast tissue is proceeding hand in hand with the critical vascularization ...” His smile broadened a little at her blank stare. “Undoubtedly the most important factor in healthy and substantial growth - increasing the network of arteries and superficial veins, feeding blood to the new tissue. And of course, critical to truly massive and sustained growth, our Milena is developing very substantial and uniformly distributed deposits of fat throughout the entire mammary structure. For proper functioning,” he elaborated, “the milk ducts and canals, the blood circulatory system, and the lactation glands themselves, cannot be crammed together in close proximity to each other. They require spacing, for the ducts and canals to channel the milk, and a flexible, resilient tissue framework – cushioning, if you will - in which they are embedded. The glands must be surrounded by soft material which will yield easily and allow them to expand, don't you see?” He peered at her over the rims of his glasses, happily lecturing; the new pupil nodded dazedly, half-understanding.
“Thus the substantial growth of breastfat! So, despite her rapid growth, Milena is quite comfortable, the breasts soft and with a truly amazing texture and elasticity. In addition, her milk production has increased to twelve liters. Daily." He looked at the girl, carefully weighing the effect of his words.
"Of course, you will understand that many everyday activities, even simply walking, can become difficult for a woman in such a condition."
Lisa was stunned by the scientific coldness with which Professor Bohm was talking about a human being. She wanted to respond heatedly, speaking of the warmth of that body the night before, the soft feel of those enormous breasts, the heavenly taste of the milk spurting from Milena’s nipples …
"Ah! More milk?" said the doctor, taking the glass bottle on the table and leaning toward her. Lisa looked at him strangely, and then nodded her head.
"But I didn’t stop by to talk about Milena. I wanted to talk about you, Fraulein Lisa."
She was enjoying the milk, with half-closed eyes, trying to remember that particular flavor she had tasted the night before. This seemed, in every way, to be cow's milk.
"I ... what?"
"I wanted to talk about the therapy which you will be undergoing. I think we can proceed quite readily, also because of the results we've gotten with my assistant, Elizabeth."
She had completely forgotten about this aspect of the affair, her own mammaries, and her burning desire to make her bosom grow even more, to become more abundant than she already was.
"Tell me," she managed to say.
"I thought we should start tomorrow - with the hormone and drug treatments, let’s say. First, in the morning, we will proceed to the routine tests, so please refrain from a heavy breakfast like this one you are having. Later I'll do a medical examination to check your general health and more particularly your breasts' health .... "
"I don’t think this is possible, sir ..." The doctor was silent, waiting for the girl to go on. Then, after a while: "Would you please explain?"
Lisa spoke with lowered eyes.
"I cannot be touched by any man." She said it to the doctor, but also to herself, and she heard those two words she had just said, “no man”, in a completely new way.
No man. The irresistible attraction she felt for Milena, the sexual arousal she experienced, it seemed that all of a sudden everything made sense. Dr. Bohm's voice brought her back to reality.
"I understand your ... modesty."
No, you really don’t understand anything, Lisa thought.
"I think the problem can be easily overcome, if you want. Elizabeth can visit you this afternoon; she’ll be here in a few moments to complete some laboratory tests. If everything is alright, as I'm sure it will be, we can safely start our treatments. See you tomorrow, then."
He walked out of the kitchen with a brisk step. Lisa heard the car starting up, and the engine noise fading away down the hill. She stood in absolute silence. The day outside was fantastic; she had to do something, anything, to distract herself from those thoughts she couldn't get out of her mind. She took her cell phone and dialed Gunther; he answered after a few rings.
"Hello, Lisa. Everything alright there at home?"
"Everything’s fine, thank you. Gunther, do you have a horse here by chance? ‘Cos I do need a horse now."
That made the man smile – typical Lisa, once again thinking of what she herself needed.
"There's a neighbor who has a riding stable - I’ll call him and see what I can do."
Lisa knew that the horse would soon appear as if by magic; it was almost a certainty.
She had a cup of hot coffee in her hands and was about to sit down on the couch, when she heard, echoing from the lobby, the characteristic sound of heels on a woman with a too-tight skirt. Elizabeth appeared, in fact, in a cream-colored suit with a leather bag under her arm.
"Hello, Lisa. I don’t want to disturb you." The girl motioned with her hand.
"I was heading to the laboratory, and the doctor called, asking if I could … ehm … examine you ... But if you want to do it later ..."
"No, no, it’s fine with me. I'm going out riding in a while, so if we can do it now ... "
"Okay, follow me to the lab, then."
She made her way briskly up to the laboratory,which Lisa had walked through briefly on the first day she had seen the villa. The sun, coming through the large windows, was spreading a warm light all around the room.
"You are a young woman, in an excellent state of health for sure, so I’ll save you the usual questions about childhood illnesses, and so on ... and so on ..."
As she started speaking, she took off her jacket and put on a white coat. Very professional, thought Lisa.
"Could you undress ...?"
For Lisa that meant fun, mainly because she could sense the young assistant's slight hint of embarrassment as she pronounced those three words. So she put on an excessively mischievous look; loosened her jeans skirt, letting it fall to the ground; turned her back and began slowly to unbutton her blouse, from the top to the bottom. This too fell at her feet, slipping down her tanned back. With all that remained her mundane white bra and panties, she looked over her shoulder and asked, "Should I continue?"
Elizabeth stood stock-still behind her, mouth open in astonishment. She had never seen a bra like that. The bandeau so wide that it took up most of the girl's back, the wide padded straps, the cups of ridiculous dimensions – and even at that size, every part of the tent-like brassiere seemed stretched to the maximum, in an effort to contain her freakishly huge breasts. When she got over her startlement and it penetrated that Lisa had asked her a question, she replied: "Yes, please"; then she blushed slightly, perhaps thinking that this exact wording was not very professional.
Lisa turned to face the flustered assistant, and began to unfasten the bra; she reached both hands behind her back, and put on a look of concentration – getting her out of the suspension-bridge bra was serious work. It took a while to undo all the hooks, and involved tugging and pulling as the tremendous weight of Lisa's fat breasts kept the closures straining taut. Eventually the bra fell to the ground too, and it was apparent that the purpose of a Lisa-brassiere was not so much to support her bosom, but to confine and stabilize the colossal mounds of flesh as they hung against her ribcage and stomach. When she shrugged the wide straps off her shoulders, her watermelon-big breasts seemed just to relax, lying massively down her sides. They were still round and full, large areolae turned towards Elizabeth like bright pink spotlights.
"I ... I must take some measurements ... you know … just to have a baseline for evaluating your growth ..."
Lisa was more and more amused by the situation.
Elizabeth measured her off with a special long tape, starting at her hips, then finally up to her waist and breasts.
"42 ... 26 ... 58 ..." She could not restrain an expression of surprised delight.
"Wow, you're amazing! A fifty-eight-inch bust!"
Lisa laughed and replied, "Thank you. And what about you?" She took the tape out of the assistant's hand.
"Raise your arms ..."
"But ... I do not ..."
"Let's see ... 38, 22, bust 42. My God, you're a bird!" Elizabeth, her face blushing scarlet, tried to keep herself composed.
"Well, among my girlfriends, now I’m considered a phenomenon. Sorry, I have to make a quick examination of your tissue ... "
"You have to palpate me, I understand."
Elizabeth hesitated. She put her hands under Lisa’s breasts, and tried to lift slightly, as if to weigh them; Lisa, who knew what was going to happen from experiences with other women exploring her body, kept a straight face as the girl looked bewildered and then astonished - the incredibly heavy breasts did not budge, and when Elizabeth lifted with as much strength as she had, it was a struggle for her to just get the blimp-like pendulosities away from her chest. “Did you ever dream that any woman could grow titties that weighed this much?” Lisa said conversationally. The contact with cold fingers hardened her nipples, and Lisa looked pleased.
"You like them?" she asked with a coquettish smile.
Elizabeth swallowed hard, and nodded her head.
Lisa, who was leaning with her buttocks against a high laboratory table, put her hands on the table and sat there, with a little hop up. The huge tits jumped in front of the wide-eyed young doctoress. Then, in a low, throaty voice, Lisa said, "Lick them."
"What ...?"
"You heard me. Lick them."
Elizabeth hesitated, then, bending, put her mouth on the left nipple; then she started swirling her tongue slowly around the nipple, and pulling it back, glancing up to see what effect this technique had on the woman.
It was then that they heard the voice of someone coming through the open door.
"Ah, look. You work Sundays here, too. Our young doctoress is putting in some overtime hours."
Milena, who had stopped in the doorway to catch her breath and support herself by leaning against the wall, was approaching them, at the slow pace that was the best she could manage now, face flushed as she struggled to walk over to them. Lisa felt her stomach tighten in admiration – the brunette's gait was ponderous, the undulating movement of those mammoth tits almost hypnotic as she lumbered unsteadily towards the other two women. She wore a flowing gown of silk satin, and under that, one would guess, nothing else - the outline of her two big nipples stood out clearly under the fabric.
Lisa felt lost, almost fixed to the spot by Milena's harsh gaze.
Elizabeth tried to break the tension.
"I was examinat … examining Lisa, in preparation for starting treatments tomorrow ..."
"Of course, little baby. I just saw your method with patients.” Milena had wobbled to a halt in front of them, and looked from one to the other as she caught her breath. “Indeed, with my experience, I can give you some help, too... "
She steadied herself with a hand on the table, and then reached out her other hand to Lisa's big bare breasts, caressing their bulging sides and squeezing the soft pillows of tit, then grabbed a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. Lisa closed her eyes and felt an electric shock down her spine, from the neck all the way down to her legs. She felt tears come to her eyes, welling up and coursing down her cheeks. When she opened her eyes, she saw Milena above her, looking satisfied.
"Little Lisa, you know we have an agreement, you and me. Do not disappoint me." She turned back and walked toward the door. Then, pausing to steady herself against the frame, with a slightly higher tone, she said, without looking back: "First duty, then pleasure, my dears."
The two girls stood there motionless, shocked by what had just happened.
While showering, she could not stop thinking about the previous night, and she felt a strange excitement growing inside her. It had happened, and would happen again that night, and again and again ... or maybe it wouldn't? For the first time since her teens, she felt very happy but also confused and helpless.
She went downstairs, torn by these contrasting moods, secretly hoping to walk into the kitchen and find Milena there to welcome her.
Instead the kitchen was empty, the table prepared for breakfast, the morning papers still perfectly folded; it seemed that no one had woken up yet. She looked at the clock on the wall – eleven-fifteen - and at the same time, in the distance, she heard the sound of church bells. She suddenly realized that it was Sunday.
"May I come in?" With a slight tap of knuckles on the jamb of the open door, Professor Bohm came in, smiling at her.
"Hi, Fraulein Lisa, may I?" And with that, he sat down at the table in front of the girl.
"Hello. I thought you didn't work on Sundays."
"As a matter of fact, I am not working. I'm cultivating my passions." He said this with a wry smile that, for no reason she could identify, irritated Lisa.
"And what are your passions, if I may ask?”
"I also enjoy traveling, reading, eating well. But nothing thrills me like seeing our work grow to fruition ... "
"You mean ... Milena?”
"I mean the project we have undertaken, thanks to your support and to Gunther. Milena is only a part of the whole."
"And ... how is Milena now? I don’t see her downstairs this morning."
The doctor looked at her, his eyes sharp behind the lenses, that disconcerting light smile continuously directed at her.
"Milena is quite well," he finally said. "The various therapies we have designed for her, occupy her almost constantly - especially the regimen involving mechanical stimulation. Honestly, I have to say that she is an extraordinary girl, who made a courageous choice and still remains very committed to the success of our project. The results achieved so far are exceeding all expectations, thanks to her."
"And what are those results, if I may?" Lisa asked, feigning disinterest.
"The subject's breasts have responded well to the hormone therapy. Her circumference – her bust measurement, if you will - is seventy-two inches in an upright position, and despite such a dramatic increase in size, the blood flow is quite good, the increase in breast tissue is proceeding hand in hand with the critical vascularization ...” His smile broadened a little at her blank stare. “Undoubtedly the most important factor in healthy and substantial growth - increasing the network of arteries and superficial veins, feeding blood to the new tissue. And of course, critical to truly massive and sustained growth, our Milena is developing very substantial and uniformly distributed deposits of fat throughout the entire mammary structure. For proper functioning,” he elaborated, “the milk ducts and canals, the blood circulatory system, and the lactation glands themselves, cannot be crammed together in close proximity to each other. They require spacing, for the ducts and canals to channel the milk, and a flexible, resilient tissue framework – cushioning, if you will - in which they are embedded. The glands must be surrounded by soft material which will yield easily and allow them to expand, don't you see?” He peered at her over the rims of his glasses, happily lecturing; the new pupil nodded dazedly, half-understanding.
“Thus the substantial growth of breastfat! So, despite her rapid growth, Milena is quite comfortable, the breasts soft and with a truly amazing texture and elasticity. In addition, her milk production has increased to twelve liters. Daily." He looked at the girl, carefully weighing the effect of his words.
"Of course, you will understand that many everyday activities, even simply walking, can become difficult for a woman in such a condition."
Lisa was stunned by the scientific coldness with which Professor Bohm was talking about a human being. She wanted to respond heatedly, speaking of the warmth of that body the night before, the soft feel of those enormous breasts, the heavenly taste of the milk spurting from Milena’s nipples …
"Ah! More milk?" said the doctor, taking the glass bottle on the table and leaning toward her. Lisa looked at him strangely, and then nodded her head.
"But I didn’t stop by to talk about Milena. I wanted to talk about you, Fraulein Lisa."
She was enjoying the milk, with half-closed eyes, trying to remember that particular flavor she had tasted the night before. This seemed, in every way, to be cow's milk.
"I ... what?"
"I wanted to talk about the therapy which you will be undergoing. I think we can proceed quite readily, also because of the results we've gotten with my assistant, Elizabeth."
She had completely forgotten about this aspect of the affair, her own mammaries, and her burning desire to make her bosom grow even more, to become more abundant than she already was.
"Tell me," she managed to say.
"I thought we should start tomorrow - with the hormone and drug treatments, let’s say. First, in the morning, we will proceed to the routine tests, so please refrain from a heavy breakfast like this one you are having. Later I'll do a medical examination to check your general health and more particularly your breasts' health .... "
"I don’t think this is possible, sir ..." The doctor was silent, waiting for the girl to go on. Then, after a while: "Would you please explain?"
Lisa spoke with lowered eyes.
"I cannot be touched by any man." She said it to the doctor, but also to herself, and she heard those two words she had just said, “no man”, in a completely new way.
No man. The irresistible attraction she felt for Milena, the sexual arousal she experienced, it seemed that all of a sudden everything made sense. Dr. Bohm's voice brought her back to reality.
"I understand your ... modesty."
No, you really don’t understand anything, Lisa thought.
"I think the problem can be easily overcome, if you want. Elizabeth can visit you this afternoon; she’ll be here in a few moments to complete some laboratory tests. If everything is alright, as I'm sure it will be, we can safely start our treatments. See you tomorrow, then."
He walked out of the kitchen with a brisk step. Lisa heard the car starting up, and the engine noise fading away down the hill. She stood in absolute silence. The day outside was fantastic; she had to do something, anything, to distract herself from those thoughts she couldn't get out of her mind. She took her cell phone and dialed Gunther; he answered after a few rings.
"Hello, Lisa. Everything alright there at home?"
"Everything’s fine, thank you. Gunther, do you have a horse here by chance? ‘Cos I do need a horse now."
That made the man smile – typical Lisa, once again thinking of what she herself needed.
"There's a neighbor who has a riding stable - I’ll call him and see what I can do."
Lisa knew that the horse would soon appear as if by magic; it was almost a certainty.
She had a cup of hot coffee in her hands and was about to sit down on the couch, when she heard, echoing from the lobby, the characteristic sound of heels on a woman with a too-tight skirt. Elizabeth appeared, in fact, in a cream-colored suit with a leather bag under her arm.
"Hello, Lisa. I don’t want to disturb you." The girl motioned with her hand.
"I was heading to the laboratory, and the doctor called, asking if I could … ehm … examine you ... But if you want to do it later ..."
"No, no, it’s fine with me. I'm going out riding in a while, so if we can do it now ... "
"Okay, follow me to the lab, then."
She made her way briskly up to the laboratory,which Lisa had walked through briefly on the first day she had seen the villa. The sun, coming through the large windows, was spreading a warm light all around the room.
"You are a young woman, in an excellent state of health for sure, so I’ll save you the usual questions about childhood illnesses, and so on ... and so on ..."
As she started speaking, she took off her jacket and put on a white coat. Very professional, thought Lisa.
"Could you undress ...?"
For Lisa that meant fun, mainly because she could sense the young assistant's slight hint of embarrassment as she pronounced those three words. So she put on an excessively mischievous look; loosened her jeans skirt, letting it fall to the ground; turned her back and began slowly to unbutton her blouse, from the top to the bottom. This too fell at her feet, slipping down her tanned back. With all that remained her mundane white bra and panties, she looked over her shoulder and asked, "Should I continue?"
Elizabeth stood stock-still behind her, mouth open in astonishment. She had never seen a bra like that. The bandeau so wide that it took up most of the girl's back, the wide padded straps, the cups of ridiculous dimensions – and even at that size, every part of the tent-like brassiere seemed stretched to the maximum, in an effort to contain her freakishly huge breasts. When she got over her startlement and it penetrated that Lisa had asked her a question, she replied: "Yes, please"; then she blushed slightly, perhaps thinking that this exact wording was not very professional.
Lisa turned to face the flustered assistant, and began to unfasten the bra; she reached both hands behind her back, and put on a look of concentration – getting her out of the suspension-bridge bra was serious work. It took a while to undo all the hooks, and involved tugging and pulling as the tremendous weight of Lisa's fat breasts kept the closures straining taut. Eventually the bra fell to the ground too, and it was apparent that the purpose of a Lisa-brassiere was not so much to support her bosom, but to confine and stabilize the colossal mounds of flesh as they hung against her ribcage and stomach. When she shrugged the wide straps off her shoulders, her watermelon-big breasts seemed just to relax, lying massively down her sides. They were still round and full, large areolae turned towards Elizabeth like bright pink spotlights.
"I ... I must take some measurements ... you know … just to have a baseline for evaluating your growth ..."
Lisa was more and more amused by the situation.
Elizabeth measured her off with a special long tape, starting at her hips, then finally up to her waist and breasts.
"42 ... 26 ... 58 ..." She could not restrain an expression of surprised delight.
"Wow, you're amazing! A fifty-eight-inch bust!"
Lisa laughed and replied, "Thank you. And what about you?" She took the tape out of the assistant's hand.
"Raise your arms ..."
"But ... I do not ..."
"Let's see ... 38, 22, bust 42. My God, you're a bird!" Elizabeth, her face blushing scarlet, tried to keep herself composed.
"Well, among my girlfriends, now I’m considered a phenomenon. Sorry, I have to make a quick examination of your tissue ... "
"You have to palpate me, I understand."
Elizabeth hesitated. She put her hands under Lisa’s breasts, and tried to lift slightly, as if to weigh them; Lisa, who knew what was going to happen from experiences with other women exploring her body, kept a straight face as the girl looked bewildered and then astonished - the incredibly heavy breasts did not budge, and when Elizabeth lifted with as much strength as she had, it was a struggle for her to just get the blimp-like pendulosities away from her chest. “Did you ever dream that any woman could grow titties that weighed this much?” Lisa said conversationally. The contact with cold fingers hardened her nipples, and Lisa looked pleased.
"You like them?" she asked with a coquettish smile.
Elizabeth swallowed hard, and nodded her head.
Lisa, who was leaning with her buttocks against a high laboratory table, put her hands on the table and sat there, with a little hop up. The huge tits jumped in front of the wide-eyed young doctoress. Then, in a low, throaty voice, Lisa said, "Lick them."
"What ...?"
"You heard me. Lick them."
Elizabeth hesitated, then, bending, put her mouth on the left nipple; then she started swirling her tongue slowly around the nipple, and pulling it back, glancing up to see what effect this technique had on the woman.
It was then that they heard the voice of someone coming through the open door.
"Ah, look. You work Sundays here, too. Our young doctoress is putting in some overtime hours."
Milena, who had stopped in the doorway to catch her breath and support herself by leaning against the wall, was approaching them, at the slow pace that was the best she could manage now, face flushed as she struggled to walk over to them. Lisa felt her stomach tighten in admiration – the brunette's gait was ponderous, the undulating movement of those mammoth tits almost hypnotic as she lumbered unsteadily towards the other two women. She wore a flowing gown of silk satin, and under that, one would guess, nothing else - the outline of her two big nipples stood out clearly under the fabric.
Lisa felt lost, almost fixed to the spot by Milena's harsh gaze.
Elizabeth tried to break the tension.
"I was examinat … examining Lisa, in preparation for starting treatments tomorrow ..."
"Of course, little baby. I just saw your method with patients.” Milena had wobbled to a halt in front of them, and looked from one to the other as she caught her breath. “Indeed, with my experience, I can give you some help, too... "
She steadied herself with a hand on the table, and then reached out her other hand to Lisa's big bare breasts, caressing their bulging sides and squeezing the soft pillows of tit, then grabbed a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. Lisa closed her eyes and felt an electric shock down her spine, from the neck all the way down to her legs. She felt tears come to her eyes, welling up and coursing down her cheeks. When she opened her eyes, she saw Milena above her, looking satisfied.
"Little Lisa, you know we have an agreement, you and me. Do not disappoint me." She turned back and walked toward the door. Then, pausing to steady herself against the frame, with a slightly higher tone, she said, without looking back: "First duty, then pleasure, my dears."
The two girls stood there motionless, shocked by what had just happened.
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