They returned to the villa around evening-time, laughing and joking like two little girls. Gunther heard their voices from the adjoining room and went to meet them in the hall.
"So, how was your ride?"
"Alright, thank you, Gunther," Lisa said, trying to compose herself. The man looked at her with a fond smile. The women were still wearing their rumpled blouses, hanging loose outside the riding jodhpurs; the expansive front of Milena’s blouse, down low at her waist and off to the sides, where her sagging milkbags positioned her nipples, was soaking wet; and several crusted-over patches indicated that she had been leaking profusely for quite a while.
"Well, then, to finish this beautiful day in grand style, I invite you to a gala dinner, to be held this evening at Villa Adler, featuring the famous Professor Bohm and his lovely assistant, Dr. Elizabeth Neufeld." He said this with grandiose pomposity, provoking the two girls into fits of hilarious laughter.
“Villa Adler? And where would that be? "
"Exactly where we are now. Nine o'clock, I recommend ... and do not forget to dress properly!"
They both waved him goodbye, and turned to the stairs. Milena groaned, put her arms down to cradle her bloated breasts, and tentatively put her foot out and felt for a step she couldn't possibly see. “Please do not laugh at my grossly over-full state! For science!” Lisa nodded solemnly, then both women started giggling, and the milk-heavy German allowed Lisa to help her totter up the stairs.
" 'Dress properly' ?" said Milena as Lisa steered the prize cow's bulk through the door and into her room. "I haven’t had a dress I can fit into, properly or not, in weeks ..."
"Wait for me here, I'll see if I can find something in my closet ..."
Lisa went back to her room, rummaged in the usual mess of her open suitcase, and found the only thing that could, in her opinion, fit the woman's gross body. Then she returned to Milena's room, entering without knocking. She heard the sound of running water, and realized she was already in the shower. When Milena came out, she was wrapped in a thick bathrobe, her hair pulled up in a towel. She went to a drawer and pulled out a giant purple bra, with matching panties. Lisa could not help laughing.
"You know, now that I think about, maybe my grandmother had tits as big as yours. Or maybe it was just me being smaller ... "
"You can kid about it, but this could be a serious problem," she said, while waving the huge garment under Lisa's nose.
"Gunther got this corsetiere from Potsdam ... when he told her my measurements, she responded that it wasn’t possible, that he was confusing European and U.S. sizes, inches and centimeters. So, when she came here to take actual measurements, she almost fainted at the sight of me. But she has worked for a week, to make this beautiful parachute."
"But I don’t really think you need it ..."
"No, actually, as you say, these bosoms stay put without any help. But I love underwear; I don’t know how much money I've spent on this stuff in recent years. Sometimes, it’s also nice to just enjoy being pampered and getting fitted for something special. Come here, baby, help me get into it."
She turned toward the large mirror mounted on the cabinet doors, presenting her back to Lisa, and dropped the robe to the ground. Lisa couldn't stop looking at her.
Milena slipped her arms through the thickly-padded shoulder-straps, and then held the two huge salad-bowl cups over her blimp-big mammaries. Lisa took the two halves of the bandeau and brought the ends together, beginning to hook the closures in place, while Milena slipped her hands inside the bra, trying to lift her breasts. Eventually she turned to her friend.
"So, what do you think?"
"You ... look fantastic!"
Milena smiled mischievously. She returned to the drawer and pulled out two black nylon stockings and a garter belt.
"These are practically impossible to get on by myself."
She sat on the bed and lifted up one leg. Lisa took the stockings, one at a time, gently rolled each, and then slipped them on her legs, fitting them from the foot to mid-thigh. She hooked each of them to the garters and admired Milena’s body, once again.
"Now you are perfect!" she said.
"Okay, but I can’t go to dinner dressed – or undressed - like this...”
"Yeah, I'd say not. I brought a little black stretch dress. I’m almost as tall as you, and maybe, if the fabric holds ... "
She helped her to squeeze into it. The dress was stretched to capacity, and the bra straps stuck out from the neckline; but in the end, with the addition of a black shawl over her shoulders, they decided it could work.
As a final touch Milena stepped into two very-high-heeled black shoes.
"Well?"
"You are one really big supermodel," said Lisa.
They went down to dinner a fashionable quarter-of-an-hour late, and found all the guests waiting in the living room.
Lisa, long blonde hair loose over her shoulders, had put on a tight white dress that glorified her form and her tanned complexion, while Milena proceeded with difficulty, constricted to mincing steps in that tight dress. She feared that, if she lengthened her steps to a normal stride, the garment would split in two, from top to bottom.
When they entered the room, they immediately noticed the presence of a new face - a young man in a velvet jacket and tie - skinny, with broad shoulders. He was wearing a pair of glasses perched on a long, thin nose. Elizabeth introduced him to the two girls.
“Oliver, these are Lisa and Milena ... "
"Ve ... very ..."
Only a few days before, Lisa would probably have turned on her heel and returned to her room, but to her surprise she was finding that her dislike for men was no longer as strong as it had once been. She just acted as if he was invisible, going around him to her seat at the table, while Milena put out her hand.
If the two girls did not expect to find an unexpected guest, for sure the boy was not at all prepared for this vision. He took Milena's hand, mumbling some incomprehensible words, visibly trying not to let his eyes stay fixed on the immense cleavage wobbling there in front of him.
Elizabeth, noting her boyfriend's discomfort and Milena’s amused expression, feared that his glasses would steam up; she took his arm and led him gently but firmly to his chair.
"He insisted so much on coming!" she whispered at Milena when they walked past her.
When everyone present was seated, Gunther welcomed his guests and raised his glass.
"We celebrate this table, and these wonderful ladies that cheer us with their presence. I toast to my good friend Stephan Bohm, whose genius has allowed us to create this exciting new venture. I sincerely hope that science can lead us to ever higher levels of knowledge; and, of course, I toast because all this could result in just rewards for our efforts."
The dinner began, to widespread delight, with an appetizer of oysters and caviar, accompanied by white Rhine wine. Professor Bohm proved once again to be the center of attention. He spoke in a deliberative voice, intentionally continuing in the same emphatic tone as Gunther.
"We all love science - that is the reason that brings us together in this beautiful home. But I was told that someone prefers riding instead of being the subject of our studies ..."
He looked into Milena’s eyes, his mouth smiling but his gaze deliberate and intense.
"Yes, I have to admit it. It was really beautiful today. I always wanted to get on an animal ... a real one, I mean. I must thank my girlfriend, Lisa."
"And I hope that having missed your scheduled therapy you didn’t ... have any complications. We better make a quick check tomorrow morning, to avoid any difficulties ... "
"No, no, I’m okay. We have remedied the … possible complications."
Milena looked at Lisa, who couldn’t suppress a giggle. "And my dear doctor, I can assure you I have never felt better. Your treatments have done wonders for me not only on the physical side, but also for my mood."
"This is a very interesting aspect of the experiments that we are conducting." The room became suddenly silent - Professor Bohm knew how to capture the attention of people.
"You see, the administration of hormones is a well-established practice today. In the United States you can find shelves full of pills at any drugstore - to increase muscle, to delay the onset of menopause, to alleviate the effects of aging on the human body. We are on the threshold of an historic period, where hormone therapies could be the answer to everything, as in the past it was thought that everything could be resolved with antibiotics, and just as today we think that in the near future gene therapy will replace traditional medicine. In reality, very little is known about the endocrinology of the human body, and about our reactions to hormones, especially animal and vegetable hormones. We know, certainly, that hormones interact with the activity of neurotransmitters, and thus indirectly with the emotions that we experience. But you women should know these things well – you have your own personal example."
The guests were silent, waiting for the doctor to continue.
"Is this discussion reminding you anything? Yet, it is so obvious. Very amusing, for instance, the fact that years ago a major airline spent thousands of dollars to assess the level of service provided by flight attendants. Twelve hundred stewardesses were sampled for that survey. They had to compile a schedule of their periods; the data were then correlated with passenger questionnaires rating the services provided on all the flights. The final result, which could have been predicted by any man of even modest intellect, was that during the premenstrual period stewardesses were very irritable, and during ovulation they were, by contrast, particularly attentive and helpful."
"Aha! That’s what you meant,"said Milena, and began to laugh out loud.
Dr. Bohm did not seem to share the humor of the moment.
"Yes, that, of course. But when we talk about the effects of animal hormone therapy, we have to consider another level of behavior entirely, not just the physical ... "
Milena was seated across from him and leaned forward, letting her huge tits drop onto the table; the plates and cutlery rattled, the glasses swayed dangerously. She stared into his eyes with open curiosity. They had captured the attention of everyone present.
"My dear, any university student of medicine, even a beginner, knows that among the most important rules of the profession are those that regulate the relationship between the doctor and the patient. Hippocrates would certainly find it unseemly for me to be here at the same table as you, Milena, talking about your case in such familiar terms." In the silence of the long pause that followed, the tension grew.
"But I, on the other hand, am a vet, and I have not made any oath of allegiance to the principles of medicine."
The tension evaporated in laughter, after which Milena responded.
"So?"
Stephan Bohm brought his goblet to his mouth, drank slowly, and wiped his lips with a napkin.
"Therefore, at the current stage of our studies, we have obtained two important results. First, we have succeeded, through the synthesis of animal hormones that you have taken, in ensuring that the levels of prolactin and oxytocin in your blood are about twenty times the normal values of a pregnant woman, and we have been able to maintain those levels unchanged. This means, for you, milk production of ten to twelve quarts – up to three gallons per day! - and the second thing, of course, is that your physical structure has adapted to this extreme state of lactation."
Milena looked down at her gross mammaries sprawled across the table.
"Well, there's no doubt that I'm showing some results here ..."
"The side effects of this, which - as we said a few nights ago with our Elizabeth - may be desirable ... are really curious."
"And they are?"
"We can distinguish between a primary side effect and a secondary side effect. The primary is that due to the effect of hyper-administration of female hormones, your body is always ovulating, or ready to receive seed and be fruitful." He looked at those seated before him, as if to gauge their response to his words.
"In the straightforward words of a peasant living in the boondocks around here, I would say the cow is in heat."
He said this with a sharp tone, coming out of his mouth almost through clenched teeth. Evidently he had not liked the liberties the two girls had taken that afternoon, and it was his intention to reaffirm his role in higher education.
Milena was watching him carefully, meanwhile tearing apart a chicken leg with her bared teeth. Carefully she cleaned the bone, removing the flesh and the cartilage, and turned it in front of her eyes, looking at it.
"Did you recently notice an increasing of your sexual desire, Milena?"
"Do not use that tone, Doctor, I'm already wet." She said it very profoundly, mocking the serious attitude of the man in front of her, running her tongue over her greasy lips. Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, she brought the chicken bone down to her crotch. The tight skirt was already hiked up, and she pulled back her panties and and put the bone right into her vagina.
"However, this side effect, I mean being in heat, I like it a lot! But tell me about ... the other one, the secondary ..."
"The secondary effect is also evident. Lisa, our nowaday Pasiphae ... "
The blond girl was looking at him quizzically, not understanding.
"Yes?"
"I've noticed you watching our 'patient' from the very first moment you came into this room. Don’t you think that our friend Milena is extremely attractive?"
"I would say ... yes ..."
"But how would you define this fascination?"
Lisa suddenly felt embarrassed and bent her head.
"I don't know … you just feel it ... like something in the air ..."
"And you, Elizabeth?"
"Well, I would say … tonight I find her very sexy ... "
Gunther, at the opposite end of the table, was swinging his head from one speaker to the other, trying to grasp the meaning of the debate, but without understanding much.
"Exactly. The effect is just the transposition to humans of the mechanisms that regulate sexual attraction in animals. You, Fraulein, are experiencing the pheromones that Milena’s body releases in extremely high doses, and thanks, or because of this, you are instinctively sexually attracted to her."
"But why aren't the men feeling this?"
"It's hard to explain in simple words; let's just say it has to do with the defense mechanism that mother nature provides for pregnant females."
Milena put the chicken bone back on her plate. " ' females …' “ She laughed. “Well, in my case, I really feel it's more appropriate to call me, 'a large cow'. Elizabeth ... "
The young doctoress looked aghast, eyes wide.
"I’ve been touching myself for a while, under the table. Do you notice a peculiar smell?"
"I don’t know ..."
"Do you like me, tonight?"
Elizabeth suddenly flushed. "You know, here with my boyfriend next to me, it’s not easy to talk about certain things ..."
"But you don’t have to feel embarrassed - we are doing everything for the good of science, and I am sure that Oliver is happy to cooperate. Isn't that true, dear?"
The young man stared at her petrified, looking like a rabbit paralyzed under the glare of a cobra; in the end, he nodded his head affirmatively.
"Well, then, for tonight, I play the role of the professor."
She rose slowly from her chair, strain showing on her face as she struggled to lift the massive weight of her bosom off the table. Her Junoesque figure, enhanced by the height of heels that she was wearing, seemed to fill the room. She moved ponderously around the table, touching with one hand the shoulders of each diner, until she stopped behind Elizabeth.
"Turn around, dear. Not like that - with the chair, please."
The girl obeyed, and looked up at the huge woman from below. She felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. Milena looked colossal, her face sticking out between those immense dirigibles of breasts. Suddenly she sat down on Elizabeth, facing her and with her legs spread wide so she could bring her body up close to the blonde girl; she put her hands gently behind the girl's head and caressed the nape of her neck, and rubbed her bottom up and down Elizabeth's legs, pressing her crotch against her.
"Do you notice it now, the smell?"
"Y ... Yes ..."
The woman then pulled the tight dress up to her waist with a quick tug. Everyone noticed the lack of panties, and the thick fur that covered her crotch.
"Touch it, if you like."
Elizabeth put her trembling hand on Milena’s round big stomach, and then slid her fingers down. She looked up, waiting for a sign of approval. Milena nodded, smiling, and Elizabeth immediately was seized with a burning desire to insert her middle finger into the hefty brunette's vulva. The digit slid in easily, between the soaked labia, causing Milena to shudder, and jolt the gigantic breasts as they hung nearly to her waist. She grabbed Elizabeth's hand and began to move the finger in and out.
In the absolute silence, the dinner guests heard only Milena, breathing through clenched teeth, emitting groans of pleasure.
Suddenly she withdrew from Elizabeth, pulling down her skimpy clothes.
"I think that should suffice. Science has triumphed once again. Lisa?"
Lisa had admired the scene in ecstasy; she felt no jealousy at what she had seen, but a boundless admiration for this incredible human being.
She had watched Milena show off all her overwhelming physical prowess, but also had seen how easily she had over-matched Professor Bohm, literally rendered him speechless … and furthermore, with this unique performance she had completely enchanted not only him, but everyone in the room.
"Yes, Milena. Tell me what you'd like now!"
"I am a little tired, and my tits are so full of milk that I can’t even fit into this bra any more." With that she brought her hands up under her mammoth breasts and bobbled them up and down.
"What about if we go upstairs and you give me a hand and get me into bed?"
"Whatever you say, Milena." She came over, put her hands on the woman's round hips, and then kissed her hard.
They left the room hugging, leaving the guests in silent astonishment.
"So, how was your ride?"
"Alright, thank you, Gunther," Lisa said, trying to compose herself. The man looked at her with a fond smile. The women were still wearing their rumpled blouses, hanging loose outside the riding jodhpurs; the expansive front of Milena’s blouse, down low at her waist and off to the sides, where her sagging milkbags positioned her nipples, was soaking wet; and several crusted-over patches indicated that she had been leaking profusely for quite a while.
"Well, then, to finish this beautiful day in grand style, I invite you to a gala dinner, to be held this evening at Villa Adler, featuring the famous Professor Bohm and his lovely assistant, Dr. Elizabeth Neufeld." He said this with grandiose pomposity, provoking the two girls into fits of hilarious laughter.
“Villa Adler? And where would that be? "
"Exactly where we are now. Nine o'clock, I recommend ... and do not forget to dress properly!"
They both waved him goodbye, and turned to the stairs. Milena groaned, put her arms down to cradle her bloated breasts, and tentatively put her foot out and felt for a step she couldn't possibly see. “Please do not laugh at my grossly over-full state! For science!” Lisa nodded solemnly, then both women started giggling, and the milk-heavy German allowed Lisa to help her totter up the stairs.
" 'Dress properly' ?" said Milena as Lisa steered the prize cow's bulk through the door and into her room. "I haven’t had a dress I can fit into, properly or not, in weeks ..."
"Wait for me here, I'll see if I can find something in my closet ..."
Lisa went back to her room, rummaged in the usual mess of her open suitcase, and found the only thing that could, in her opinion, fit the woman's gross body. Then she returned to Milena's room, entering without knocking. She heard the sound of running water, and realized she was already in the shower. When Milena came out, she was wrapped in a thick bathrobe, her hair pulled up in a towel. She went to a drawer and pulled out a giant purple bra, with matching panties. Lisa could not help laughing.
"You know, now that I think about, maybe my grandmother had tits as big as yours. Or maybe it was just me being smaller ... "
"You can kid about it, but this could be a serious problem," she said, while waving the huge garment under Lisa's nose.
"Gunther got this corsetiere from Potsdam ... when he told her my measurements, she responded that it wasn’t possible, that he was confusing European and U.S. sizes, inches and centimeters. So, when she came here to take actual measurements, she almost fainted at the sight of me. But she has worked for a week, to make this beautiful parachute."
"But I don’t really think you need it ..."
"No, actually, as you say, these bosoms stay put without any help. But I love underwear; I don’t know how much money I've spent on this stuff in recent years. Sometimes, it’s also nice to just enjoy being pampered and getting fitted for something special. Come here, baby, help me get into it."
She turned toward the large mirror mounted on the cabinet doors, presenting her back to Lisa, and dropped the robe to the ground. Lisa couldn't stop looking at her.
Milena slipped her arms through the thickly-padded shoulder-straps, and then held the two huge salad-bowl cups over her blimp-big mammaries. Lisa took the two halves of the bandeau and brought the ends together, beginning to hook the closures in place, while Milena slipped her hands inside the bra, trying to lift her breasts. Eventually she turned to her friend.
"So, what do you think?"
"You ... look fantastic!"
Milena smiled mischievously. She returned to the drawer and pulled out two black nylon stockings and a garter belt.
"These are practically impossible to get on by myself."
She sat on the bed and lifted up one leg. Lisa took the stockings, one at a time, gently rolled each, and then slipped them on her legs, fitting them from the foot to mid-thigh. She hooked each of them to the garters and admired Milena’s body, once again.
"Now you are perfect!" she said.
"Okay, but I can’t go to dinner dressed – or undressed - like this...”
"Yeah, I'd say not. I brought a little black stretch dress. I’m almost as tall as you, and maybe, if the fabric holds ... "
She helped her to squeeze into it. The dress was stretched to capacity, and the bra straps stuck out from the neckline; but in the end, with the addition of a black shawl over her shoulders, they decided it could work.
As a final touch Milena stepped into two very-high-heeled black shoes.
"Well?"
"You are one really big supermodel," said Lisa.
They went down to dinner a fashionable quarter-of-an-hour late, and found all the guests waiting in the living room.
Lisa, long blonde hair loose over her shoulders, had put on a tight white dress that glorified her form and her tanned complexion, while Milena proceeded with difficulty, constricted to mincing steps in that tight dress. She feared that, if she lengthened her steps to a normal stride, the garment would split in two, from top to bottom.
When they entered the room, they immediately noticed the presence of a new face - a young man in a velvet jacket and tie - skinny, with broad shoulders. He was wearing a pair of glasses perched on a long, thin nose. Elizabeth introduced him to the two girls.
“Oliver, these are Lisa and Milena ... "
"Ve ... very ..."
Only a few days before, Lisa would probably have turned on her heel and returned to her room, but to her surprise she was finding that her dislike for men was no longer as strong as it had once been. She just acted as if he was invisible, going around him to her seat at the table, while Milena put out her hand.
If the two girls did not expect to find an unexpected guest, for sure the boy was not at all prepared for this vision. He took Milena's hand, mumbling some incomprehensible words, visibly trying not to let his eyes stay fixed on the immense cleavage wobbling there in front of him.
Elizabeth, noting her boyfriend's discomfort and Milena’s amused expression, feared that his glasses would steam up; she took his arm and led him gently but firmly to his chair.
"He insisted so much on coming!" she whispered at Milena when they walked past her.
When everyone present was seated, Gunther welcomed his guests and raised his glass.
"We celebrate this table, and these wonderful ladies that cheer us with their presence. I toast to my good friend Stephan Bohm, whose genius has allowed us to create this exciting new venture. I sincerely hope that science can lead us to ever higher levels of knowledge; and, of course, I toast because all this could result in just rewards for our efforts."
The dinner began, to widespread delight, with an appetizer of oysters and caviar, accompanied by white Rhine wine. Professor Bohm proved once again to be the center of attention. He spoke in a deliberative voice, intentionally continuing in the same emphatic tone as Gunther.
"We all love science - that is the reason that brings us together in this beautiful home. But I was told that someone prefers riding instead of being the subject of our studies ..."
He looked into Milena’s eyes, his mouth smiling but his gaze deliberate and intense.
"Yes, I have to admit it. It was really beautiful today. I always wanted to get on an animal ... a real one, I mean. I must thank my girlfriend, Lisa."
"And I hope that having missed your scheduled therapy you didn’t ... have any complications. We better make a quick check tomorrow morning, to avoid any difficulties ... "
"No, no, I’m okay. We have remedied the … possible complications."
Milena looked at Lisa, who couldn’t suppress a giggle. "And my dear doctor, I can assure you I have never felt better. Your treatments have done wonders for me not only on the physical side, but also for my mood."
"This is a very interesting aspect of the experiments that we are conducting." The room became suddenly silent - Professor Bohm knew how to capture the attention of people.
"You see, the administration of hormones is a well-established practice today. In the United States you can find shelves full of pills at any drugstore - to increase muscle, to delay the onset of menopause, to alleviate the effects of aging on the human body. We are on the threshold of an historic period, where hormone therapies could be the answer to everything, as in the past it was thought that everything could be resolved with antibiotics, and just as today we think that in the near future gene therapy will replace traditional medicine. In reality, very little is known about the endocrinology of the human body, and about our reactions to hormones, especially animal and vegetable hormones. We know, certainly, that hormones interact with the activity of neurotransmitters, and thus indirectly with the emotions that we experience. But you women should know these things well – you have your own personal example."
The guests were silent, waiting for the doctor to continue.
"Is this discussion reminding you anything? Yet, it is so obvious. Very amusing, for instance, the fact that years ago a major airline spent thousands of dollars to assess the level of service provided by flight attendants. Twelve hundred stewardesses were sampled for that survey. They had to compile a schedule of their periods; the data were then correlated with passenger questionnaires rating the services provided on all the flights. The final result, which could have been predicted by any man of even modest intellect, was that during the premenstrual period stewardesses were very irritable, and during ovulation they were, by contrast, particularly attentive and helpful."
"Aha! That’s what you meant,"said Milena, and began to laugh out loud.
Dr. Bohm did not seem to share the humor of the moment.
"Yes, that, of course. But when we talk about the effects of animal hormone therapy, we have to consider another level of behavior entirely, not just the physical ... "
Milena was seated across from him and leaned forward, letting her huge tits drop onto the table; the plates and cutlery rattled, the glasses swayed dangerously. She stared into his eyes with open curiosity. They had captured the attention of everyone present.
"My dear, any university student of medicine, even a beginner, knows that among the most important rules of the profession are those that regulate the relationship between the doctor and the patient. Hippocrates would certainly find it unseemly for me to be here at the same table as you, Milena, talking about your case in such familiar terms." In the silence of the long pause that followed, the tension grew.
"But I, on the other hand, am a vet, and I have not made any oath of allegiance to the principles of medicine."
The tension evaporated in laughter, after which Milena responded.
"So?"
Stephan Bohm brought his goblet to his mouth, drank slowly, and wiped his lips with a napkin.
"Therefore, at the current stage of our studies, we have obtained two important results. First, we have succeeded, through the synthesis of animal hormones that you have taken, in ensuring that the levels of prolactin and oxytocin in your blood are about twenty times the normal values of a pregnant woman, and we have been able to maintain those levels unchanged. This means, for you, milk production of ten to twelve quarts – up to three gallons per day! - and the second thing, of course, is that your physical structure has adapted to this extreme state of lactation."
Milena looked down at her gross mammaries sprawled across the table.
"Well, there's no doubt that I'm showing some results here ..."
"The side effects of this, which - as we said a few nights ago with our Elizabeth - may be desirable ... are really curious."
"And they are?"
"We can distinguish between a primary side effect and a secondary side effect. The primary is that due to the effect of hyper-administration of female hormones, your body is always ovulating, or ready to receive seed and be fruitful." He looked at those seated before him, as if to gauge their response to his words.
"In the straightforward words of a peasant living in the boondocks around here, I would say the cow is in heat."
He said this with a sharp tone, coming out of his mouth almost through clenched teeth. Evidently he had not liked the liberties the two girls had taken that afternoon, and it was his intention to reaffirm his role in higher education.
Milena was watching him carefully, meanwhile tearing apart a chicken leg with her bared teeth. Carefully she cleaned the bone, removing the flesh and the cartilage, and turned it in front of her eyes, looking at it.
"Did you recently notice an increasing of your sexual desire, Milena?"
"Do not use that tone, Doctor, I'm already wet." She said it very profoundly, mocking the serious attitude of the man in front of her, running her tongue over her greasy lips. Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, she brought the chicken bone down to her crotch. The tight skirt was already hiked up, and she pulled back her panties and and put the bone right into her vagina.
"However, this side effect, I mean being in heat, I like it a lot! But tell me about ... the other one, the secondary ..."
"The secondary effect is also evident. Lisa, our nowaday Pasiphae ... "
The blond girl was looking at him quizzically, not understanding.
"Yes?"
"I've noticed you watching our 'patient' from the very first moment you came into this room. Don’t you think that our friend Milena is extremely attractive?"
"I would say ... yes ..."
"But how would you define this fascination?"
Lisa suddenly felt embarrassed and bent her head.
"I don't know … you just feel it ... like something in the air ..."
"And you, Elizabeth?"
"Well, I would say … tonight I find her very sexy ... "
Gunther, at the opposite end of the table, was swinging his head from one speaker to the other, trying to grasp the meaning of the debate, but without understanding much.
"Exactly. The effect is just the transposition to humans of the mechanisms that regulate sexual attraction in animals. You, Fraulein, are experiencing the pheromones that Milena’s body releases in extremely high doses, and thanks, or because of this, you are instinctively sexually attracted to her."
"But why aren't the men feeling this?"
"It's hard to explain in simple words; let's just say it has to do with the defense mechanism that mother nature provides for pregnant females."
Milena put the chicken bone back on her plate. " ' females …' “ She laughed. “Well, in my case, I really feel it's more appropriate to call me, 'a large cow'. Elizabeth ... "
The young doctoress looked aghast, eyes wide.
"I’ve been touching myself for a while, under the table. Do you notice a peculiar smell?"
"I don’t know ..."
"Do you like me, tonight?"
Elizabeth suddenly flushed. "You know, here with my boyfriend next to me, it’s not easy to talk about certain things ..."
"But you don’t have to feel embarrassed - we are doing everything for the good of science, and I am sure that Oliver is happy to cooperate. Isn't that true, dear?"
The young man stared at her petrified, looking like a rabbit paralyzed under the glare of a cobra; in the end, he nodded his head affirmatively.
"Well, then, for tonight, I play the role of the professor."
She rose slowly from her chair, strain showing on her face as she struggled to lift the massive weight of her bosom off the table. Her Junoesque figure, enhanced by the height of heels that she was wearing, seemed to fill the room. She moved ponderously around the table, touching with one hand the shoulders of each diner, until she stopped behind Elizabeth.
"Turn around, dear. Not like that - with the chair, please."
The girl obeyed, and looked up at the huge woman from below. She felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. Milena looked colossal, her face sticking out between those immense dirigibles of breasts. Suddenly she sat down on Elizabeth, facing her and with her legs spread wide so she could bring her body up close to the blonde girl; she put her hands gently behind the girl's head and caressed the nape of her neck, and rubbed her bottom up and down Elizabeth's legs, pressing her crotch against her.
"Do you notice it now, the smell?"
"Y ... Yes ..."
The woman then pulled the tight dress up to her waist with a quick tug. Everyone noticed the lack of panties, and the thick fur that covered her crotch.
"Touch it, if you like."
Elizabeth put her trembling hand on Milena’s round big stomach, and then slid her fingers down. She looked up, waiting for a sign of approval. Milena nodded, smiling, and Elizabeth immediately was seized with a burning desire to insert her middle finger into the hefty brunette's vulva. The digit slid in easily, between the soaked labia, causing Milena to shudder, and jolt the gigantic breasts as they hung nearly to her waist. She grabbed Elizabeth's hand and began to move the finger in and out.
In the absolute silence, the dinner guests heard only Milena, breathing through clenched teeth, emitting groans of pleasure.
Suddenly she withdrew from Elizabeth, pulling down her skimpy clothes.
"I think that should suffice. Science has triumphed once again. Lisa?"
Lisa had admired the scene in ecstasy; she felt no jealousy at what she had seen, but a boundless admiration for this incredible human being.
She had watched Milena show off all her overwhelming physical prowess, but also had seen how easily she had over-matched Professor Bohm, literally rendered him speechless … and furthermore, with this unique performance she had completely enchanted not only him, but everyone in the room.
"Yes, Milena. Tell me what you'd like now!"
"I am a little tired, and my tits are so full of milk that I can’t even fit into this bra any more." With that she brought her hands up under her mammoth breasts and bobbled them up and down.
"What about if we go upstairs and you give me a hand and get me into bed?"
"Whatever you say, Milena." She came over, put her hands on the woman's round hips, and then kissed her hard.
They left the room hugging, leaving the guests in silent astonishment.
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