
This is the story of how I came to be the property of Goddess Lexi. It is a
cautionary tale about the dangers of drugs, juvenile delinquency, and social
clicks.

The story begins my freshman year of high school, though to really understand it
we must go further back. I did not know it at the time, but my first drag on a
blunt, taken at the age of 8, would set tumbling down the path which eventually
ended in servitude to my Goddess.

At this point most readers are probably wondering what sort of parents would
allow an eight year old to be exposed to drugs. I would like to submit for their
sake that there was no possible way they could have forseen my interaction with
Jon, the baker at the elementary school I was attending. Both of my parents
worked, so they left me in the care of the Brookfield Elementary extended day
program after school each day. For the older children it was a study hall, and
for the younger children a recess.

Always a belligerent child I took exception to the transition from free-spirited
jungle gym climber to hard-working speller and adder that was forced upon me
during the after school in third grade. My resultant rebellion saw me wandering
the halls aimlessly trying desperately to be anywhere but where I was supposed
to. It was on one of these trips that I met Jon. For some reason he took a shine
to me, and allowed me to help him with his task of providing rolls for the
school lunches on the following day. I suspect the teachers relaxed once they
realized that the little terror they had to regulate was at least under adult
supervision.

Every so often while we worked Jon would take a smoke break. He would sit
outside on the concrete stairs of the loading dock and puff slowly on a spliff
he produced from somewhere behind his apron. At first I just watched him,
crouched with my elbows resting on my knees. It was not too long before I asked
him to try myself. He looked at me for a moment then laughed, "Sure,
little man." I took a careful drag on the proffered cigarette and almost
immediately dropped it on the concrete bed of the loading dock in a fit of
coughing. He picked it up, laughing, and handed it back to me, "Happens to
everyone their first time."

I don't know why Jon thought it was appropriate to give an 8 year old drugs, but
he was at least a decent enough sort to resist my nagging for more access to his
supply. I had been bitten by the weed demon, however, and I had my own supply
though a high school student by the age of 9. At 11 I entered middle school, and
quickly began dealing small quantities of weed to my classmates. Meanwhile my
drug pallet expanded, so that two years later my parents came home early one
day to find me and a group of my friends (most of whom were older than I)
sitting in the living room doing lines of cocaine off the coffee table.

My parents did not have an abundance of resources, but they immediately decided
that I needed a change of scenery. My 8th grade year was almost over, so they
allowed me to finish under what I am sure is the most extensive grounding ever
to have been devised (there were sign in sheets, and chains of custody). I spent
the summer in a discrete youth rehab (where my transition to a lactose diet,
which had begun during my 7th grade year was completed). Finally they packed
me off to a religious boarding school.

The South Minnesota Baptist Council is a small sect which runs one boarding
school St. Bart's, and which was wholly unremarkable until the change. The SMBC
was one of the churches which took the change to be a sign from God, and male
members of the church are forbidden to buy their milk from a store, while
female members are forbidden from selling their milk. Neither my parents nor
I were particularly enthralled by this little religious quirk, but St. Bart's
was the only school they could find for their budget which would take me, and I
was in no position to argue.

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This was the first year that they were allowing students not from the SMBC to
attend St. Barts. There were only 7 of us, and we
quickly ended up spending all our time together. The SMBC kids were formal and
polite with us, but it was obvious that we would never be friends. So the seven
of us Matt, Ryan, Abby, Jacob, Andrew, Alexis and I stuck together.

The difference was never more obvious than the first time the freshman class
ate. We queued up in front of the entrance to the dining hall, and kids filtered
in collecting food from a buffet style area. The food looked pretty good, and 
not for the first time I wished my metabolism could still handle it. One
peculiar thing was that the boys were collecting just as much food as the girls.
When it was our turn we wandered through the buffet before congregating at the
tail end, near where the silverware was laid out.

"This is so weird. There is no milk." said Andrew.

"Really?" asked Abby. She was holding a plate laden with food, and was obviously
looking forward to trying the gravy.

"Yeah." I said.

"Guys, look." Ryan pointed into the eating area. The tables were strange. They
were long, heavy oaken affairs, but the odd thing about them was that one side
was considerably higher than the other. On the high side of the table, there
were ordinary chairs (though high ones), while on the other side there were no
chairs at all. Instead there was padding that looked more like something you
would kneel on in a church to pray. There was a second, much thinner, tier to
the tables, with an air gap between the upper and lower tables.

As we watched the other kids moved to the tables, the girls going to the high
sides and the boys going to the low side opposite them. The girls sat down to
eat, while the boys would approach a girl and place their plate of food on
the table in front of her before kneeling down. I realized with a start that
the girls then unbuttoned their blouses and allowed the boys to suck the milk
directly from their breasts. I guess I knew that this sort of thing would happen
at a school run by the SMBC, but I was unprepared for the reality.

We awkwardly drifted to an unoccupied table and sat down. All of us stat in
chairs, so we were only on one side of the table. Abby and Alexis began to
eat while us boys just sat there sort of awkwardly. I was hungry, but not
hungry enough to ask one of the girls for milk.

Dinner was the same. The boys sat silently and listlessly at the table, while
the girls dug in. A couple times I noticed a couple of the other boys darting 
glances at Abby's considerable bosom. She was very busty for a girl her age,
even for one who had grown up after the change, and all of us wondered hungrily
about the milk contained within her E-cup breasts. I was sitting next to Alexis,
so I also kept darting glances at her much smaller B-cup breasts. I guess I was
not as subtle as I had thought because she cleared her throat and said,
"Hey, Finnegan"

I jerked my eyes up to meet hers and colored, "Yeah."

"You, uumm," She started blushing, "you must be pretty hungry."

"I am." I confessed.

"Do you want to, uuhhh, you know? I think we're going to have to do it some
time."

All my blood seemed to have rushed to my head (both of them, if we are being
honest), and I said, "Thanks Alexis," before chuckling nervously.

"It's Lexi." she said.

"Ok, call me Finn." I said, walking around the table to the lower side. I knelt
on the cushion and placed my forearms on the lower tier of the table, which
brought my face much closer to Lexi's chest. "I think you have to scooch
forward." I said.

"Uuumm, ok." Said Lexi, her fingers fumbling at the buttons of her blouse. She
wriggled forward in her seat, and thrust her breasts at me, snapping open the
bra she was wearing as she did so. "Now I know why they insisted I
bring only front-clasp bras" she said.

Nervously, I brought my lips towards her pink nipple and began to suck. At first
nothing came out, but before too long her nipple hardened between my lips and 
milk began flowing. I quickly forgot my embarrassment as I realized how hungry
I was. The only interruption in my sucking was when Lexi's right breast ran dry
and she gently moved my head to her left. When I had drained her completely I
sat back and licked the last drops of milk from my lips. I realized that
everyone else in the group was looking at us.

"How was it?" asked Jacob.

"A little weird." Lexi said.

"Yeah." I concurred.

Abby flipped her blond hair back over her shoulders and cleared her throat.
"Does one of you want to...?" she said reaching towards her chest. I could tell
that all the other other guys did, but Andrew was the first to speak up. He
walked around the table and knelt before Abby. Before too long he was sucking at
her considerable breasts. After a couple minutes he sat back with a contented
sigh. Abby supplied enough milk for Ryan to get a similar belly full and Matt
to have a decent meal, though unfortunately Jacob wound up going hungry again.

"I guess we will have to ration or something next time." Said Abby when her
breasts dried up. "I'm really sorry about this guys."

"Why are you sorry? It's them that have the fucking weird religion, and our
parents who packed us off here." Said Jacob.

"We'll get through it together." Said Lexi.

Over the next couple of weeks we settled into a routine. Abby produced enough
milk to feed three guys relatively comfortably, with a little left over for a
fourth, while Lexi produced enough for one and a half guys. We drew up a
rotation that had each of the boys being the odd one out every five meals.
As they started giving milk every meal the girl's metabolism's sped up and soon
each of the boys was bringing a plate of food to the table with them ("tributes"
they were called by the SMBC). Abby would eat four plates, and Lexi would eat
three.

As the weeks turned into months the girl's milk production rose steadily. Soon
Abby was producing enough milk to feed four of us and Lexi was producing enough
to feed a little more than two. We were able to relax our rations a bit. As
their output had grown, so had the girls breasts. Abby told us she had had to
trade in for EE and then F-cups, while Lexi's had grown to C-cups.

Lexi and Abby would spend an hour or more meditating every day. They told us
they had learned how in religion class. At St. Bart's religion classes were
split up by gender. For us boys it was mostly bible study and whatnot, like
a history class with a special focus on religion. Apparently class for the
girls was a bit different. It involved something called the "feminine arts,"
which Abby and Lexi were pretty mysterious about. We did learn that they
were tying to induce flavor in their milk, though neither of them had
managed to get there yet. The main thing they focused on, though, was
increasing their output volume.

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It was over winter break that disaster struck. Abby's parents must have gotten
a better idea of what was going on at St. Bart's and decided that it was too
much. When we returned to the school we learned that she would not be coming
back. Needless to say this jolted our food situation from comfortable to
desperate almost immediately. We had an emergency meeting in the steam tunnels
(our favored place to hang out).

"This is really bad." Said Andrew.

"Yeah. Fuck, what are we going to do." Chimed in Jacob.

Lexi made calming motions with her hands. "Ok guys. Calm down. Obviously we will
have to reinstitute rationing, but the girls," She cupped her breasts, "will be
able to produce enough to keep you from starving." She flipped her lustrous
brown hair back over her shoulders and thrust her chest forward subtly. "I
flushed myself three times a day over break and tried not to let my caloric
intake fall because I did not want to loose any ground." She looked us each in
the eye and said, "We'll get through this." And that was it. There was nothing
more to say.

We settled on a five slot rationing scheme. One guy a meal would go hungry,
three would get short rations, and the fifth would get what we euphemistically
designated a "snack."

Lexi ate as much as she could, always forcing herself to eat far more than was
comfortable. We told her she did not have to, but she was determined to produce
as much milk as possible, no matter the cost. All of us became obsessed with
increasing milk output to tell the truth. We tried all sorts of old wives
remedies. Her output did increase, but it was probably mainly
because she was eating and meditating so much. She happily told us that she
was now wearing D-cups, and we were able to turn the "snack" into a full
short ration meal.  Her body changed in other ways as well, her stomach
becoming rounder, and her legs and butt took on a slight jiggle. I
felt bad that she was ruining her trim figure for us, but it is hard
to feel bad when you are so hungry.

The other thing that changed over those couple of months were the group
dynamics. When Lexi had first arrived at St. Bart's she had been a quite girl,
content to sit back and observe most of the time. She was still quite, but
now all of our interactions subtly revolved around her. She was in charge of
rationing as well as being the sole source of milk, which gave her enormous 
power. She did not wield it with a heavy hand, but she was very strict about
fair rationing. Lexi got really annoyed whenever she thought one of us was
trying to take more than our fair share of milk, and would not hesitate to
move someone to the hungry slot for the next meal if they kept sucking after
she had said to stop.

Sometime during that first month she learned how to cut off the flow of milk
from her breasts (another trick of the arts she told us), and before too
long instead of telling us to stop, she would simply dry up her breasts
with an effort of will. Since there was no way of precisely measuring
rations Lexi was responsible for determining the amount that everyone
got. I don't think she did it on purpose at first, but we all
definitely noticed that if she was annoyed at you for whatever reason your share
was a little smaller. Similarly if you had done something nice for her your
share would increase.

This resulted in each of us trying to impress or help Lexi at every chance we
got, and making sure not to do anything she didn't like. Lexi did not make too
many suggestions for what to do, but whenever one was made it was her reaction
which would determine whether or not we followed through. The transformation
was slow, but at a certain point it became obvious that Lexi had thoroughly,
though probably unintentionally, dominated the group. A couple times I caught
myself asking Lexi permission to leave. Before long it was the norm, enforced
my Lexi's silent contraction of milk portion.

She slowly started more overtly controlling the group. She would tell us to
fetch her things like snacks or to bring her her books. At first she asked,
but soon just told us to do things. If you disobeyed you would feel it next
meal. When we were hanging out she would select two or three of us to massage
her. She also told us that we should not get tattoos as she did not like them,
and that she did not like the idea of guys masturbating. There was no way she
could have know, but I stopped jerking off anyway.

While everyone else had been combing the more traditional internet for ways
to increase Lexi's milk output, I had been subverting the school's proxies,
and picking over the dark web for a drug that could help us. Back in my
dealing days I had never been involved with scribs, but I knew they was there,
accessible through all the same channels that I had used. I finally found one
called Triaxidine Plus, which looked promising. It had been shot down by the
FDA a few years back, but according to an IRC contact you could still get it
made by some labs in China which were willing to look the other way.

TP had some pretty scary side effects, but I was really hungry. The FDA had
rejected it because it increased the production of pheromones which could
be "harmful to others" in addition to inducing personality, tissue, and
metabolic changes. Despite all this I was ready to give it a try if Lexi
was comfortable with taking the drug.

Shortly afterwards I pulled Lexi aside and told her about Triaxidine Plus.
She spent a couple of hours pouring over the reading material and chewing
her lower lip. Finally she turned towards me and said, "You can get this right?"

I looked into her green eyes, "Yeah. It will take time, and about $1500, but I
can do it."

She whistled softly, "That's a lot of money."

"Yeah, but it will get us a lot of the drug. This won't be like a weekly or even
monthly thing." I said.

She considered it, "Ok." then, nodding forcefully, "Ok."

The next day we were all hanging out in the steam tunnel when Lexi cleared her
throat. Immediately everyone fell into a respectful silence and looked at her.
"I think I've found a way to solve this food shortage once and for all." She
said. I could see the delight in the other's faces. "Unfortunately, it is
pretty expensive. I'm going to need $400 from each of you by the end of the
week in order to make it work." Andrew opened his mouth to ask a question,
but Lexi just cocked one elegant eyebrow at him. "Yes?" she said.

"Oh, aaaahhh, nothing." He said.

"Good!" She said, flashing a bright smile.

I decided not to ask her where the extra $500 was going.

At the end of the week she caught up with me, "Hey Finn, I got the money from
everyone else, but not you yet."

I cleared my throat and felt a flash of defiance go through me. I did not want
to just give Lexi $100. "Yeah, I figured since you are giving it to me anyway,
I would hold onto my share."

She looked at me, narrowing her eyes slightly for a second, and then deftly
unbuttoned her shirt so she could reach into her bra. Her hand came out with
a wad of cash and she peeled $1100 off of it. "Here you go!" she said brightly.
Then noticing the way my eyes were stuck on her cleavage she laughed, "You boys
see them three times a day, and you are still fascinated. It's almost worth
putting on all this extra weight," she said patting her jiggly stomach.

I smiled weakly through my blush and she giggled again, "I better cover up
before you drool all over the floor."

After I walked away I realized that she would still be pocketing $500, and I
had in effect given her $100 more than I should have had to. Regardless, I
set about procuring the drugs with a passion. I had to call a buddy of mine
from the old days who had a P.O. box for buying over the dark web. He agreed
to send me the stuff for a $50 handling fee. I had been expecting a little
higher, so I was happy with the arrangement. When he asked what Triaxidine Plus
was I told him it was a designer drug that "these preppies can't get enough of."
He told me I had it made going to a boarding school, and I agreed with him.
A few weeks later I got a package in the mail, and gave it Lexi.

"What was the dosage again?" she asked.

"Two pills a day." I said. I don't know why I doubled the dosage, but I did.
All the reading I had done said that increased dosage just lead to a more
pronounced effect of the drug as well as all its side effects. I was a hungry
boy and I wanted the rich creamy milk that the descriptions I had read online
promised.

She dug out the baggie of pills. "Huh, well I'll take four then. Faster results,
you know." Apparently she was thinking the same thing.

"I'm not sure that's such a... "

She cut me off, "Oh relax Finn. Don't you want milk faster?" she reached in and
took out four of the small pink pills. Then she tossed them back all at once
and swallowed them dry, smiling at me.

"I-I suppose I do." I said.

"So it's settled." She said before stuffing the rolled up baggie into her
cleavage and walking away, hips rolling.

The effect of the drug took about a week to become apparent, but then Lexi's
milk began to thicken, and her output increased. After two weeks she told us
that she had switched to an DD-cup with as she told us, "More growth to come."
A few weeks later she said she was wearing an E-cup. Soon she would be
as big as Abby had been. She was now able to provide us with enough milk that
we were only slowly shedding weight.

Over the next couple of months Lexi's body continued to change. Her breasts
passed through EE and F so that by the time our freshman year ended she
was sporting FF cups. At the same time the fat that had built up on her stomach
seemed to recede. Her legs and arms regained their lost definition, as much
because they became more muscular as because the fat melted away from them.
Her ass did not alter its size, but was now composed of more muscle than
fat.

Her appetite had swollen with her breasts, and now she was finishing
all the food that we brought her. There had been a few times lately when she
had asked some of us to go up and get seconds for her. She ate efficiently,
dexterously, powerfully. She would take a plate of food then tear into it
taking huge bites, hardly chewing before sending the food rippling down her
powerful throat. At the end of the meal her belly would be bowed out from
all the food she had downed, though never as much as I thought it should be.
An hour later the bulge would be gone, processed by her tremendous metabolism

The social dynamic of the group continued to changed. Lexi became more and more
domineering. Where before she had seemed to be accepting her rightful
place as leader of the group, she now seemed to just relish the power she
held. Even though she produced enough milk to feed us all, and the threat
of hunger no longer loomed large we still obeyed her. There were still
days when we went hungry as she cut off the flow of milk when her breasts
still held a bounty. This was rare however, as she only took such measures 
when we disobeyed.

St. Bart's offered a summer term for students who wanted to take extra
courses, and a month before the end of the term Lexi informed us all that
we were going. To be honest I was kind of relieved to hear her decree.
Lexi's milk was so much tastier than store bought milk, and I was
worried about what I would do if I did not have any. I had been addicted
before, and the way I felt about Lexi and her huge breasts was similar.

Before the regular school year ended Lexi collected $400 from each of us,
then a few week later she collected another $500. She caught up to
me and handed me all of the money she had collected. "I don't want to
run out of pills, so get some more." She said.

I thought about pointing out that Lexi was big enough to feed us all
already, but looking at her there I could not. Her breasts jutted
forward, straining the buttons on her shiny black blouse. Her hair,
which had always been glossy and thick tumbled in a beautiful waterfall
around her shoulders, chestnut curls pooling on top of her breasts.
Her waist, while not exactly trim, looks small compared with the flaring
hips and bubble butt which caused her skirt to flare out. Her legs still
had a bit of fat on them, but I could see the powerful muscles of her
thighs, and hardness of her calves. Her green eyes and ruby lips stuck
out at me as I met her gaze. "Of course Lexi." Was all that I said.

She unbuttoned the straining blouse far enough to expose six or so inches
of cleavage before reaching into the depths to pull out a wad of cash.
She gave me $3700 (keeping $700 for unspecified purposes if you are
keeping track at home). Just like the last time she had given me the
drug money I was staring at her exposed bust. "God Finn, you are so
obsessed aren't you." She took a step forward.

I took a step backwards, "I, well, we all are, I mean look at-"

She smiled taking another couple of steps forward, "Look at what, Finn?"

I stepped back and banged up against the wall, "Lexi your breasts are-"

"What? Enormous? Gigantic? Tantalizing? Full of hot sweet milk that you'll
do anything to get a bellyful of?"

I just goggled as she smoothly unbuttoned her blouse down to her navel, and
unhooked the gigantic bra she had on. Despite their size Lexi's boobs were
perky, taught from all the milk. She laced her fingers through the back of
my hair and pulled me towards her breasts. "I think you should be rewarded
for all your hard work." she said.

I wrapped my lips around her thumb sized nipple and began to suck. The milk
flowed out slowly, and I knew from experience that Lexi was limiting her milk
output with muscles inside her breasts. As I drank she talked.

"Yeah, that's it. Drink it in, drink it all in. You feel that milk flowing
into you making you warm and happy and calm. Breath in my scent. You see
how sexy I am, how I'm making you hard just by being nearby. You trust me
completely, Finn. You must be so hard now, just throbbing from my nearness.
You mustn't cum, not without permission. You just want to suck Lexi's big
tit forever don't you? Yeah. That's what all you boys want. You want
a big, powerful woman to fill you up and take control. You want to serve
and obey me. All your attention is focused on me and pleasing me. You want
nothing more than do make Lexi happy. You yearn for her to tell you to
do something, anything, because it give you such pleasure to obey her."

The flow of milk from her right breast stopped and she moved me to her
left, "Drink me in. With every drop of milk that passes through your
lips you are getting more aroused, more subservient, more docile.
You are having more and more trouble forming a conscious thought, my
presence is so intoxicating. It is such a privilege to be allowed to
suckle at my breast. All you want is to please me."

The flow of milk trickled to a stop and I sat back, eyes fixed unwaveringly
on the foot of cleavage Lexi had on display. All thought had been brushed out
of my head and all I could do was stand, hypnotized, before the girl who had
established her grip so firmly on me. "Now," she said, "get down on your hands
and knees." I obeyed almost instantly. "Kiss my boots." Again I obeyed with no
hesitation. After a minute or two she said, "That's enough." She reached down
and tugged me to my feet by my chin. Her glaring green eyes bored into mine and
she said, "What is the most important thing in the world."

"Your pleasure." I said.

She smiled. "Now Finn, I'm going to let you cum soon, and when you do all of
your ambition for yourself is going to leave. The only thing left is going to
be the desire to please me. Now, beg for the right to cum."

"Lexi, can I please cum?" I whined. She slowly buttoned up her blouse.

"Please, Lexi?" she freed her lustrous curls from her collar, and straitened
her skirt.

"Lexi I need to cum." She turned on her heal and started walking away.

"Don't leave, oh god, please."

She turned her head, green eyes boring into me and said, "You may cum, Finn."
I did so then, so violently that I was brought to my knees. I felt her words
settle into me as I watched her walk away, ass rolling like ocean waves.
I understood now that the only thing that mattered was what Lexi wanted.

We would have about a week at home before coming back for the summer
term. Before we left Lexi gave a little speech. We were in the steam
tunnels and she cleared her throat.  We all fell silent and looked at
her. It was after dinner, so she was out of uniform. She had tugged
off her sweatshirt when we got down here and a very tight white tank
top exposed almost 7 inches of cleavage.  Her long hair tumbled down
to the top of her ass. There was about 3 inches of skin showing between
the top of her butt-hugging yoga pants and the hem of her tank. She was
bra-less as evidenced by the bumps her nipples made in the fabric of the shirt.

"We are heading out in a few days, and I know that you are all going to miss
me desperately," she smiled, "so I wanted to make sure that you can handle being
away from me for so long. You rely sooo much on me that I'm worried about how
you will do on your own. I know you will miss the girls," she cupped her breasts
and bounced them up and down. Even though she had just fed us at dinner, I felt
my mouth water a bit. "I want you to remember that I am always with you. To help
you remember how important I am to you, and because you've all been such
good boys, I'm going to give you a little snack now." She pulled her shirt over
her head, letting her huge breasts bounce freely. "As you drink from me I want
to remember how I'm always there with you, how much I mean to you. Concentrate
on the taste of my milk, how much better it is than store bought milk. Any time
you take a drink of milk that isn't mine, you will think of this moment and
wish for my big nipple in your mouth." As she spoke a powerful musk seemed
to fill the air around us, and I felt myself growing enormously hard.

Even though we had all been fed a couple of hours ago we approached eagerly
and sucked at Lexi's tit. As we drank she offered little crooning words
of encouragement.  I felt like she was engulfing me with her presence.
Eventually, all of us were so bloated we could hardly move. Lexi smiled
down at us and said, "I have plenty more, I always have plenty more, but
it looks like y'all are done." She tugged her shirt back on. "Good boys.
You just want whats best for Lexi, don't you?" We nodded our agreement
dumbly.

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The week at home was rough. I hated the store bought milk that I had to drink.
I had nothing to do but skulk around the house and try to find ways to alleviate
my horniness. I tried porn for a little while, until I remembered that Lexi
disapproved of such things. It did not matter anyway because despite my
sexual disquiet I found the on screen nudity singularly unappealing. As erotic
as a fish gasping on ice. Lexi did not allow us to wank, so I was stuck
remembering her form. The way her long sleek hair tumbled down to her waist.
How her firm butt looked in tights and skirts. Her piercing green eyes and
pillowy lips. I found myself staring off into space for hours as I remembered
her form.

Getting back to school was a relief. All the non-SMBC boys quickly found
each other, and we sat around in the lounge. "Where's Lexi?" asked Andrew.

No one knew. "I guess we just wait here then." Said Ryan. It was a little
odd spending time together without Lexi present. She was so important
to how the group functioned that it felt awkward and off.

We sat in intermittent silence for a couple of hours before Lexi walked
into the room. She was in the school uniform, though it looked like a
uniform from a few sizes ago. "Hey guys! You must have missed me so much!
Come over here and give us a kiss."

We walked over towards her and Matt made as if to give her a hug. "Uh-uh."
She said holding up a finger which she wagged admonishingly. "Not here."
She pointed towards her cheek. "Here." She pointed down. My gaze drifted
down over her skirt, then her exposed knees (a violation of dress code),
then to the shiny black boots which wrapped her feet. Matt just stared
at Lexi. She looked him in the eye and ran her hands slowly over her
breasts. A moment more and he knelt at her feet and gave one long hard
kiss.

The rest of the guys followed suit with varying degrees of defiance, but
when it came to my turn I stood in front of her and said, "Lexi this is
ridiculous. I won't do it." I had already kissed her boot in private
but something about doing it in public was too much.  She glared at me,
and pursed her lips. I felt my cock twitch, but I tried not to give any
sign of it.

After a moment of tension she said, "And they say absence makes the heart
grow fonder. Fine. Go sit down. All of you, c'mon. You can tell me how
your breaks were." We chatted for the next hour or so about what we
had been up to (nothing much was the general theme, except for
Jacob who had gone skiing in the Rockies).

Lexi stood up. "Dinner time. Lets go." My mouth began to water
and I fell into line with the other guys. As usual Lexi led us to the
dining hall and we all grabbed heaping plates of food.

We found a table and placed all the plates in front of Lexi. She
immediately started to eat. No matter how many times I saw it, it was
always impressive to watch her destroy food. After 15 minutes she had
gotten through half the food. Despite the ferocity of her consumption
she had not spilled anything. She moved her chair forward and began
undoing the buttons on her blouse. 

"Andrew." She said. He moved rapidly into place and knelt in front of
her. She continued to eat steadily (though no longer quite as fast now)
as he gulped down her milk.

After a little while Andrew sat back and she called. "Jacob." 
Then a little later, "Ryan." and "Matt."

Finally she called my name. I eagerly moved forward. I was worried
about repercussions for my earlier unwillingness to kiss her boots,
but so far she had not showed any sign of annoyance other than her
initial glare. She twitched her blouse open exposing her nipple,
and I could see a drop of milk beading at the tip. I leaned in and
wrapped my lips around her. That first drop of milk was heavenly.
It was my first since coming back to school, and I shuddered as it
dissipated on my tongue.

After that initial taste I was hungry for more, and sucked eagerly
at Lexi's teat. It remained dry in my mouth. Lexi just continued
eating, and letting me suck on her nipple. As she continued to eat
I became increasingly desperate. When she finished eating she
reached down and clasped her bra, shutting off my access to her
nipple. With efficient motions she buttoned up her shirt and then
said, "Take care of these." gesturing towards her empty plates.
"Not you Finn. You stay here."

When the other guys had taken the plates away Lexi turned to me,
"You are going to regret defying me Finn. I own you. You are
nothing but my little toy. I'm going to make you beg to kiss my
feet." I gulped.

Breakfast the next day proceeded much as dinner had the night
before. After an initial drop of milk to whet my appetite Lexi
gave me nothing. I was already feeling quite hungry, but there
was nothing that I could do.

"Lexi, can I please have milk?" I asked after I had been sucking
for a while.

"You are going to have to convince me that you are really sorry
for what you did." She said, and then buttoned herself up. The
other boys were all studiously quite.

After she called my name at lunch I said, "Lexi, please just
let up. I'm really hungry."

"Are you sorry for what you did?"

"Yes! I'm sorry, ok. Now can you please give me some milk?"

She narrowed her eyes, and I knew I would go hungry again,
"I don't believe you."

We were all in the steam tunnels before dinner, when Lexi
looked at me. "Finn, you must be pretty hungry."

"Yeah"

"Convince me you deserve a drink."

"Lexi, I'm really sorry that I defied you earlier. You know what's
best, and I forgot that for a moment. Please forgive me. I'm really
quite hungry."

She tapped her fingers on her thighs, "Beg for my milk. Tell me
how important it is to you."

"Lexi, please. I want it so much. It's the best milk I have ever tasted."

She started unbuttoning her blouse. "And how much you regret your
disobedience."

"I can't stop thinking about how wrong I was. Please, Lexi, please
forgive me for my mistake."

Her blouse was hanging open now and I could see her breasts encased
in their large bra. Breast flesh overflowed the lip of her bra,
and she said, "How would you feel if you never got a taste from
the girls ever again?"

I stared at her breasts and I felt myself start to both cry and
grow hard at the thought of such deprivation and the sight of such
bounty, "Oh god, please don't do that Lexi.
I'll do anything. I'll kiss your feet right now."

I fell to all fours and crawled towards her. "You are so perfect,
and I'm so pathetic. I'm so sorry for ever doubting you." I began to
kiss her boots. Even though it was demeaning I felt myself getting
aroused.

"Good. Submit to me in your heart Finn. Mistress Lexi knows best.
Say it."

"You know best Lexi."

Suddenly her foot jerked out from under my lips and pressed my head
against the ground forcefully. "Call me Mistress. Understand that I
own you." If anything my arousal grew more intense.

"I'm sorry Mistress." I said with difficulty. "You own me."

A moment more and she removed her foot. "Good. Now stand up and ask
me for some milk."

Slowly I stood. "Can I have some milk?"

"Address me properly." She said.

"Can I have some milk, Mistress Lexi?"

She smiled and opened her bra from the front. I moved my head down
and fit a nipple into my mouth. I took a long pull from her breast.
My arousal had become unbearable so I sat back, "Mistress, may I cum?
I really need to."

She looked down at me and smirked. "No." Then she walked over to her
backpack and pulled out a cup. "You've had all the milk you earned,
and now I need to flush the milk from my breasts. It's important to
do that every now and then. You are going to help me do that." She
handed me the cup. "Beg me for the right to fill the cup with milk."

"Mistress, can I please have a cup of your milk. I need to have one.
Please."

She pointed towards a nipple and I held the cup underneath. She
released a thick stream of milk which quickly filled the cup. "Now
go throw it away. If you drink from the cup I will know, and be very
angry. If you are a good little slave I may allow you to cum at the
end of this."

I spent the next forty minutes tortuously ferrying cups of milk from
Lexi's huge breasts to a nearby bathroom. I never took a drink of the
sweet smelling milk. Every time I filled the cup Lexi made me beg for
it. Finally, when it was over, she looked at me and said, "Good boy.
You may cum now." I fell, twitching, to the floor while I rode out the
orgasm. "Thank you, Mistress."

After that incident Lexi made all of us start calling her Mistress,
especially when we were asking her for milk. More and more she seemed to
enjoy domination for its own sake. She took more pleasure in getting us to
do demeaning or humiliating things. She told us that her breasts were
becoming too large for her old FF cup bras, so we had to go down to
the campus store to trade them in for G cups. It was made even more
embarrassing by the fact that the clerk would not sell bras to boys, and
we had to call her in order for the order to clear.

Lexi's body continued to change. By the time we finished the summer session
all her extra pudge was gone. Instead of the trim body she had had when she
first came to school, she had hard muscles. Her butt was so hard with
muscle that it hardly spread when she sat down on a wooden chair. She sported
a well defined six pack, and her legs and arms were thick with powerful firm
flesh.

When she grew out of her G cups she sent us down to the store like before, only
now she gave us a note explaining that we were there on her behalf. The store
clerk seemed satisfied.

The other thing that happed over the summer was a breakdown of social barriers,
to some degree. There were not many kids at the summer session, just us and
about 20 SMBC kids (13 boys and 7 girls). About half way though the summer
some of the boys started coming over to us when we ate and asking for a drink
from Lexi. She was always gracious and nice, giving them plenty to drink.
The newcomers often made comments about how good she tasted and how lucky
we were to have such a busty girl to feed all of us. She usually had them
calling her Mistress a few weeks after they took their first drink. We learned
from these boys that the SMBC girls seemed to be having production problems, and
were no longer able to feed 13 mouths.

By the end of the summer 6 boys had migrated to our group, which meant that Lexi
was comfortably feeding 11 of us. Even for a girl of her dimensions it was
impressive. She was able to do so because her milk was so rich that we were
not able to drink that much before we became full.

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The trends of that summer continued into our sophomore year. Lexi continued to
dominate boys and increasingly girls through the emotions she inspired.
She was adept at manipulating both the lust she inspired in the male
population of St. Bart's and the fear that affected girls when she focused
on them. At this point she was the largest girl in the school even though
she was just a sophomore.

By Christmas time she was wearing an H-cup. She had picked up a new trick
from her meditation as well. Now she could choose to put men who drank from
her breast in a variety of moods by altering the content of her milk. Her
favorites were happiness and regret depending on whether you had been good
or bad. After every meal from Lexi we experienced a sense of increased
devotion.  At first it would fade after an hour or so, but the duration
was growing longer and longer all the time.

It seemed like the SMBC girls, including ones who had not been there that
summer, were having increasing problems producing milk, which was driving
more and more boys towards Lexi. This probably had something to do with the
harmful pheromones that the side effects for TP warned about. Some of the
other girls even seemed to be loosing mammary mass.

Lexi was doing very well in sports. She was all-state in cross country,
and looked to be well on her way to a wrestling championship (against boys)
by halfway through the year. She told us that her meditation allowed her to
grow denser, more powerful muscles, and it certainly looked like she
was telling the truth. None of her muscles bulged obscenely. They still looked
feminine, but they were definitely there, sleek and powerful. It seemed like
her mind had benefited from a similar upgrade. When she was not dominating
her little clutch of slaves or her opponents on the track or mat, she was
reading textbooks and technical literature from a variety of fields.

At the end of sophomore year her breasts had blossomed into I cups. She
was now feeding about 40 boys a meal. We had to drink two at a time, and
she had those of us from the original group act as her deputies. Organizing
the feedings. Every boy had just a few minutes to drink, but we would
gulp down the meal as quickly as possible, and her milk was so rich that we 
did not need very much.

She had J cups after the next summer session. She told me that she
was starting to wish that she could slow down her breast growth, but
she felt an obligation to keep growing so that she could feed all of
her possessions. Even so, breast flesh was no longer her main focus.
She was focusing most of her meditation on improving
her musculature and mind. Over the course of the summer her strength
and stamina reached inhuman levels.

Junior year was the year that Lexi really took possession of the
school. She started dominating teachers and administrators in 
addition to students. The SMBC girls were producing noticeably
less milk and had almost universally suffered losses in
mammary volume. Even Lexi was having trouble keeping up with
feeding all the boys she had taken possession of.

By the time we finished junior year, Lexi was the acknowledged
Mistress of the school. She was virtually the only female left
who produced milk, which meant that every man in the school,
student or teacher had to rely on her to survive. She had
increased her dosage of Triaxidine Plus, causing her slowing
breast growth to surge back with a passion.

She managed to keep up with the demands of the school, but only
barely. Even her huge NN-cup breasts were drained dry at the end
of every meal. The forgotten pangs of hunger started to creep back
into my daily experience.

The hunger was gone by the time we graduated. Lexi's R cups were
never empty any more. Her milk production was so fast that her
tits were taught with milk even after the entire male population
of the school had suckled from her. She controlled the school with
an easy confidence.
