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How did every other woman in this place have such enormous racks!? Amanda wasn’t normally the type to grow sensitive about her breast size… well, actually, she was, but still! What sort of office had a staff of women that seemed to all be smuggling cantaloupes under their jackets!? It was just another eerie warning sign to the thirty-something woman. How did a place where cow udders seemed to be part of the dress code even exist!?
Finally, after a long trek through this labyrinth of a manufacturing plant, Amanda was at her goal. This ought to be the owner’s office, down at the end of this expansive empty hall. Amanda knocked her knuckles against the wood and waited.
“Come in.” A surprisingly light voice quickly blurted.
Steadily Amanda opened the way to face the smoothtalking con artists who’d suckered her in to this whole ordeal in the first place over email. How she’d ever sucked her into thinking her disgusting and inhumane chemical plant was a good internship opportunity for freshmen was beyond Amanda! This ended now. Amanda was going to call off the deal altogether.
The owner came into view, more casual than Amanda had ever seen even the boldest employees act at her university co-op office. The woman was relaxed in her fancy leather padded office chair, hands behind her head with legs and black high heels kicked up on a table corner. Damn, she was brave to act like this in her outfit! Sure, she had on dark tights up to her thighs, but that didn’t change just how ridiculously short the hemline of her business skirt was! Where did she even buy that thing!? Who in god’s name sold a business skirt that stopped after covering someone’s ass!? The deep navy blue skirt made upskirts at the other woman’s crotch effortless with just a glance at her!
At least her top half was just a little more modest. Her business jacket that same blue shade was at least a fully functional piece of clothing covering her arms well. Really, the only sultry thing about her midsection were those cartoonishly larger breasts somehow wrapped inside that thing! Her jugs were the biggest yet; god this place had a thing for titties. While the jacket garment on the boss didn’t seem too tight, Amanda felt if she wanted to, the other woman could give a flex of her shoulders and send a projectile button flung where she pleased.
Amanda looked at her head on, trying to catch her attention. She didn’t meet her gaze at first, letting amanda just gaze into her neck-length hair. My, Amanda hadn’t ever been so alarmed looking at someone’s body as she did looking at this business woman’s hot pink hair. Something about this particular shade had such an unnatural and unsafe quality to it, urking her body in a primal way as if it were trying to warn her of a predator or a poisonous animal. Was it glowing? It couldn’t be glowing, right? That was just the beams off the overhead light reflecting, surely.
The unnatural colors continued the moment the business woman finally turned her way, sporting silver eyes and dark violet lips… something about the way those lips looked all plumped up with that color sent another little bolt through Amanda, inviting just a tinge of homosexuality in her veins as she wondered just how good those lips could actually work. Miraculously, none of the color seemed to be spilling or smearing over the rest of her face, even as she sucked loudly on a lollipop. That… that was lipstick right? That couldn’t just be her actual lip color...
Finally, as Amanda made it halfway across the room, the strange woman snapped into action. She raised her hands to stretch, then lobbed her sucker away into the distant trash can, landing in the distant bin with pinpoint accuracy. The rest of her snapped to life in one smooth coordinated motion, spinning around in her chair before leaping out of it and leaning over her desk. In a blink of Amanda’s eyes, the woman had her hand extended ready to greet her.
“Hey. Good morning! Name’s Joyce. Dr. Joyce. Felicia Joyce. You can call me Joyce. Or Dr. Joyce. Call me whatever. Call me if you need the business, too.” the business woman spat out in a single breath.
“Uhh…” Amanda was taken aback by the woman’s introduction. She reached in for the offered handshake. Her hand felt on the verge of asphyxiation in an instant as Dr. Joyce’s death grip shook her comparatively limp arm like a predator shaking prey.
“I… We’ve met before.” Amanda finally answered. “I’m from Banner State University. I came here to discuss the conditions of the co-op opportunities for students we agreed on. Your secretary asked I meet you in person for this sort of discussion.”
“Oh! Oh, yes, great, great. Glad to finalize this. Pretty great collab. Gotta thank her for that. Veronica’s a doll! Great secretary.” Veronica rambled, pressing a nearby intercom. “Hey Veronica! Nice work again. Also, cancel my 12. Make sure my sub today is turkey.”
Seconds passed, a voice came over the desk intercom. “...Ma’am, I’m not at the desk, I’m still busy with the storage failure on the floor above you-”
“Veronica, I know what I want to do with my company. Get back here. Get someone else on it. Floor above that too. That’s probably gonna blow soon if that blew. Any rate, get me my turkey.” Joyce instructed.
“...Yes Dr. Joyce.” Veronica shrugged.
Finally, Dr. Joyce turned her attention back Amanda’s way, a distant explosion barely audible among their silence.
“So, what’d you need? Want more on board? Always need more hands.” Joyce asked.
“Well, no, actually, I want to back out of the deal.” Amanda began. “I can’t in good conscience let our students learn and work here given all I’ve learned about your company.”
Dr. Joyce put on a furrowed and smile that together merged into the dictionary definition of ‘c’mon now’. “Oh, pfft! What? Tabloids get to you? You really believe that? Our stuff’s safe! Safe as can be!”
“Yes! Yes I certainly do believe the CSB and the FDA when they say this place isn’t safe!” Amanda blurted in disbelief. “How do you answer to all these accusations? How do you sleep at night at these reports claiming all sorts of strange changes to people using your products and your employees!?”
“Lady, safety is important. Safety’s #1 here. No one’s died here! Ever! Some folks have uh… Well, some folks got weird. Bigger butt, larger chest, usually larger chest… but no deaths! I don’t make danger. I sell fun. I sell body personalization” Joyce dismissed.
The desk intercom came on again “Dr. Joyce?”
“Yes Veronica?” Joyce hurriedly answered.
“We had a containment failure on the 7th floor. Also, your personal massage is here. Should I let him in?” asked the secretary.
Joyce turned her attention back to Amanda. “You want your cock sucked?”
“Excuse me!?” Amanda yelled in disbelief.
“You want a blowjob? Great lips this guy. Can’t believe he takes my shaft. Not many can do that! Lipstick’s made by us. Mouth’s like a sex doll! Great head! Can’t shut his mouth too. Likes it though! Puts it on every day voluntarily. Likes 15 inch girl dicks too much.” Joyce enthusiastically explained.
Amanda’s face twisted and tensed in rage as she tried to make sense of everything. Her face finally simmered down to some resemblance of calm. She summoned her last ounce of professionalism to answer Joyce’s question.
“Dr. Joyce, you’ve proven to me over the course of this meeting that not only was my suspicion about your business’s practices totally just, but that your company is beyond any hope of using for our planned internships. This deal is over!” Amanda demanded.
Dr. Joyce sat there for a moment taking in Amanda’s demands. Her finger buzzed the intercom again. “Veronica, cancel the masseuse.”
Dr. Joyce turned her attention back to Amanda. “Well Ms. Amanda, that’s sad. Looked forward to the interns. I really want to convince you! This is good! Care to stay a while longer?”
“No! This is insanity!” Amanda barked. “I won’t see what perversions you subject my students to, you quack!”
With that, the negotiations were over. Amanda turned around and started storming off in a huff. “Wait, Ms. Amanda!” Joyce called out. “Hold on a second. Don’t do this! Especially when the containment fai-”
“I’m through with this! Enjoy your industrial death trap by yourself, you horrible woman!” Amanda roared.
An enraged Amanda thrust open the door and slammed it behind her, thoroughly fed up with the immoral practices of Joyce Chemical. What nerve! To think someone would manipulate her and her students so immorally...
Amanda’s pace was steady at first… until that strange deep rumble from the apparent explosion earlier started thundering louder. Lights started to flicker The hall was wobbling a tad as if there was an earthquake. Something was off down the hall, Amanda could almost see it.
Oh my god! A huge cloud of white gas was barrelling towards her from down the hall!
Amanda’s fight or flight response immediately kicked in as the massive dust plume started shooting down the halls like a crashing tidal wave. She did an about face and ran as fast as she could for the nearest source of safety: Dr. Joyce’s office back down the long barren hallway she’d just trotted through. She tried her absolute hardest to run, but an office outfit wasn’t the correct gear for sprinting past a rushing fog filling a hallway. Amanda’s heel broke halfway down the corridor, making the woman trip and fall onto the carpet.
As the woman recoiled on the ground, she turned to get one last glimpse of the white gasses closing in. Within a second of her last glance, the whole haze washed over her. Everything after became a blur...
The sound of machinery chittering rang in Amanda’s ear. The woman rose from sleep, arising slowly like a zombie from the night before. Steadily as she opened her eyes and glanced around, she grew more aware of her surroundings. She was in some sort of lab. Her naked body was pinned to some sort of rack, hooked up to a health monitor off to her right. To her left, she saw other woman hooked up to her machine, maybe two dozen or more. All of them were butt naked, and all of them seemed stacked beyond believe. Jealousy came back to the forefront of Amanda’s mind as she saw so many other ladies far more endowed than her.
Then, her gaze glanced downwards.
“M-my boobs!” Amanda shouted.
That horrible little cutting board of a chest Amanda had known all her life was gone! She’d finally gotten her dues! Absolutely massive bouncy cantaloupes were hanging from her figure, poised to bursting with fresh milk! Oh how amazing! Finally she had the massive obscene porn star knockers she’d always wanted! Her areolas looked wide as could be. Her erect nipples looked to be almost half an inch in length!
Something else was attached to Amanda. At the end of her huge breasts were two little suction cups situated over her nipples. Mere moments after her realization the device was there, the gadget let out a loud beep. A light on the end of the device flashed. The suction on her breasts tripled. Amanda gasped as she was awakened to a whole new erogenous zone more intense than any other part of her body she’d play with, all the while her fat tits squirting strands of thick milk into the small plastic cup. She was being milked like a cow!
Amanda twitched and yelled as her bust continued to drain into the confines of that tight plastic, underprepared for just how ecstatic the sensation was. Her hands reached back to grip the metal table she was resting on, clenching it with a hard grip and biting her lip to hold on for dear life. Liquid wouldn’t stop spurting! Oh goodness, it felt incredible!
Eventually all the noise Amanda was making finally drew the attention of a ground floor operator. A petite, soft faced scientist boy rushed in to speak with Amanda. “I’m sorry ma’am! Is the suction too intense?”
Amanda gasped, barely able to speak from the combination of her chest and her groggy awakening. “Nnn-nnnh! More! Harder!” She called out in a reckless declaration.
The femboy scientist complied. The suction ramped up to an extra 50% force. Amanda nearly lost her goddamn mind as this unearthly satisfying tug ravaged her frame. This whole shameless display of effectively jacking her nipples for milk had her legs crossed and her cunt soaked. Her whole body was awash in the sweetest sexual high she’d ever known. Amanda could get use to this.
After a few minutes of getting her newest, most poignant lady bits sucked like never before, the femboy scientist finally explained why she was here. “Sorry for this drastic change in scenery! One of our vats of milk-enhancement formula exploded right before you showed up. All employees exposed to the fumes are required to be have their enhanced breasts milked until enough has been extracted to avoid the growth of potentially body-sized breasts.”
Amanda nodded along with a borderline drunken smile, far more interested in the raging sensations in her cleavage than what the scientist had to say.
“We should have you back to normal in just a short while!” The scientist rang out. “We can completely undo any unsavory and unwanted changes with this, so we’re happy to return you back to the body you had speaking with Dr. Joyce.”
Wait, hold on. Body she had before? Back to that limp little twig of a body she’d always hated!? Fuck no! This was ideal!
“U-uuh, hold on!” Amanda blurted. “Is there any way I can keep my body… like this?”
“Well um... “ the scientist began. “You should be safe to leave now; there’s a 0% chance of violent, unplanned mutations happening. However, your breasts are going to remain that large and deluge that quantity of milk until we fully drain them. If we were to stop now, you’d have to deal with those overstimulated, milk erupting breasts every day!”
Amanda looked on blank faced. “Stop now” She blurted as fast as she could.
“Alright, you’re the boss…” The scientist replied.
With a flip of a switch, Amanda’s machine powered down and let her free. Her insane bosoms hung weighty and wet from the massive amounts of fluid inside and splattered around them. Amanda tried just to simply walk and already her nipples were dribbling milk and sending signals to her crotch it needed a fist shoved inside her.
“Of course, if you ever reconsider, we’re happy to get your body back to where you’re more comfortable.” The scientist added.
“Oh! Oh no, I think I can live with this. I think I’m just fine…” Amanda smiled, fingers dancing around her plumped-up areolas.
“Duly noted!” The scientist continued. “I’ll tell Dr. Joyce you’re perfectly safe and opted to keep your new breasts.”
Amanda was totally enamoured with this new addition to her body. All of a sudden, most of the ridiculous science flying around this strange chemical plant seemed a lot more solidly justified. If all of this could expand her life to such new heights then…
“Say, excuse me!” Amanda spoke up. “Could you please tell Dr. Joyce ...something else? I think some of Banner State’s student body could benefit from this place...”