Two weeks later I had moved in. I was a little concerned that we were
moving so fast, but try as I might I could not see the relationship
turning bad. Her little condo was a bit small for the two of us, so after
a few months we started looking for a bigger place together. Eventually we
settled on one. The lake house was a little pricey for me, but it would be quite
manageable sharing the costs with Emma. The view was wonderful though.

The next few months were great, though I could tell that Emma was
becoming increasingly annoyed that she could not produce quite
enough milk to satisfy me in one meal. It bothered her when I had
store bought milk, so she would drain herself when it was not
a meal time and store the extra in the fridge. Her output was
actually a little greater than the average woman's over a 24
hour period because she recovered so fast, but her big breasts
just did not have enough healthy milk glands to hold enough
milk.

One day she came home from work and dropped a green folder on my
lap. I was at the computer so I finished my sentence and glanced
down. "Triaxidine Plus?" I asked.

She smiled at me, "I've started poking around for a way to fix
my production problems, and I came across this. It's a new drug
to help kickstart women's milk production. I was thinking of
applying to be in the study."

"Do you really need to do this, babe? It could be dangerous."

She rolled her eyes, "They have already done one round of
studies, this round is just to dial in on the dosage. Take
a look at the materials in the folder." She paused and her
lawyer face melted into a sexy pout, "And besides, you
know how much I hate watching you go hungry when I could
be giving you so much more..." She mashed her breasts together.
It was almost enough for me to agree then and there, but
I instead spent the next forty five minutes going over the
information in the study packet.

I looked up from a table showing results from the last
trial. It showed a success rate of 85% for women at the highest dose,
65% at the lowest dose, and 10% for a placebo. There had been no indication
of ill effect. "Well it looks pretty safe to me." I
said to her. Emma grinned and ran over to me to give
me a hug. I was still sitting down, so this involved her
substantial bust covering my face completely.

"Awesome!" She said. "I did not want to do it if you weren't 
comfortable!" She straddled me and leaned down for a fierce
kiss. After she broke off she started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Soon these girls will be back in full form." She grinned at me,
and unhooked her front clasp bra. Used to the routine by now
I leaned in a took one of her nipples in my mouth. "Yeah
baby! Suck me dry."

Emma was accepted to the study and placed in the high dose
test group, though we would only learn this later. The treatment
was supposed to run over the course of a year, so she was
given a big bottle of little pink pills and told to take one a day.
She was to report to the clinic every month (having refrained from
giving milk for a day before hand) so that the researchers could
measure the volume of milk that she produced.

We started noticing results after two weeks or so. Emma was straddling
me, her vaginal wall slowly massaging my cock while I sucked on her
breasts. She cooed as I slowly thrust up and down, and I continued to
suckle. After a while her left breast ran out of milk, so I switched
to her right. Her right breast never ran out of milk. She was holding
onto the back of my head, pressing my face into her huge soft boob.
I gulped and gulped, but I realized that I was becoming full. I pushed
away from her. "Are you full babe?" She asked.

I chuckled, "Yeah."

She smiled, "I must not have gotten the placebo." Her vaginal
contractions picked up the pace, and before I knew it I had blown
my load inside her. The smile did not seem to disappear for days.

By the time her one month checkup came around Emma's production
was way up. Each one of her breasts was producing about as much
milk as they both had before. Emma said that she could not
wait for the day when I could not even finish one breast. Our
already active sex life turned up a notch. It seemed that the
drug was having some impact on her libido, although it was
possible that she just felt sexier now that her breasts were
no longer crippled.

By the second checkup Emma said her production was almost where
it had been before her excommunication. I found that mind
boggling because she was producing so much milk now that we
were having trouble figuring out where to put it. Our fridge
was packed, and Emma had taken to dumping gallons of milk at
a time. Often from a pitcher, but sometimes directly from her
breasts. She could squirt milk in controlled streams when
she wanted to, one day she had shown me how she can write
her name on the dirt with milk.

As her milk production had spiked so had Emma's appetite.
We noticed an increase in our food bill, and Emma seemed
to be eating for more than just one woman. She had taken
to tossing back a handful of TUMs after every meal to
keep her calcium levels high. I also noticed
that Emma's milk started to taste better. Even though she
was producing more than ever it had started to thicken. A mouthful of
milk seemed to be more nourishing than it had been a week
before, and I grew convinced that I was not able to drink nearly
as much as before. It was hard to tell because at this point
I was only putting a dent in the supply of Emma's prodigious
bust.

Even Emma was a little surprised that her output kept increasing
so steadily through the third month. We had been expecting her
breasts to settle into their old, admittedly astounding, capacity
but Emma was producing more milk every week. Her rate of production
was starting to outstrip her storage capacity. When she came home
from work her breasts would be puffed out of the top of her
G-cup bra. She said the swelling did not hurt, but from the way
she sighed in relief when I started to suckle I was not so sure.

"I love having my appetite back!" Emma said as she finished her
third large bowl of oatmeal and reached for another.

"I'm not complaining." I said glancing at her breasts. I had
not eaten yet and the thought of what her body was doing to
that oatmeal made me hungry.

She laughed, "I've noticed." Her nipples stiffened. "Hey,
check this out." She grabbed the maple syrup from the
table and took a couple of gulps. She cleared her throat,
"That's pretty sticky. Anyway I want you to note that I did
not put any maple syrup on my porridge. There's nothing up
my sleeves." She took off her shirt, "See."

I nodded, eyes glued to the foot or so of cleavage she had
revealed, "I see."

She brought her hands down and unclasped her bra, letting the
huge cups hang at her sides. A drip of milk beaded at the
tip of her left breast. "Drink."

I leaned down and wrapped my lips around her fat nipple.
I started gulping and was surprised to taste maple and
porridge in her milk. I was pretty hungry so I kept gulping
past the point where the flavor receded into Emma's default
rich creaminess. When I stood back up her breast was a little
deflated looking, but I knew it would be firm within the hour.
"I did not know you could blend multiple flavors." I said.

Emma beamed, "Until about a week ago, I couldn't." She said.

I looked at her perplexed, "I thought you were about as good
at the arts as a woman could be." I said.

She preened, "I was. But this drug is making me feel like I'm
having a second puberty. My body feels mutable. I don't think
any women had had the opportunity to take advantage of years
of experience and a changing body."

"Aren't you worried?" I asked.

"I've never felt better." She noticed the look on my face, "I
promise I will be on the lookout for anything that makes me feel
weird, Jack. I'm not crazy, just excited."

Emma had her head screwed on straight so I walked over to her
and gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Ok, as long as you are being
careful."

Two weeks later Emma lost her big bottle of pink pills. "Jack!
Have you seen my pills anywhere?"

I looked up from the shopping list I was making. "No. They
aren't in the bathroom?"

She walked in from the dinning room. "It's the weirdest thing.
I never move them from the cabinet over the sink. Did you
touch them?"

"I've never even moved them to look for aspirin."

We looked all over the house, but could not seem to find where
they had ended up. Finally we were standing, exasperated,
in the middle of the living room, couch cushions strewn
all over the place, when Emma said, "Shit. I know what happened."

"What?" I asked.

"'cmon. I'll show you." She dragged me up to the bathroom.
"So I keep them there normally." She said pointing to a
spot on the right edge of the shelf.

"Okay?" I said, confused.

"Look." She said drawing a line from the place she was pointing to
the trashcan right beside the sink. "It must have fallen in the
trash."

"So why isn't it there now?" I asked.

"This morning I took out the trash, remember? I did a full house
sweep before. I must not have noticed."

Considering that we had already looked everywhere else I was willing
to buy it. "When you have eliminated all the impossible..." I said.

"Yeah." She said. "Shit." She took a few calming breaths and pulled
out her phone. "I suppose I will have to call them."

By the next day Emma had been supplied with another bottle of pills
with instructions to take two before settling into her normal routine.
Considering how smooth the replacement process had been Emma and I
felt like we might have overreached. Loosing a years supply of
a research drug was crappy, but the researchers would rather not
lose a study participant.

The little hiccup in her routine did not seem to slow Emma's changing
body any. Her milk production had grown to a tremendous rate, and her
breast volume had started to increase in order to keep up. I had started
noticing that her breasts were spilling over the edges of her bra
even when she put it on in the morning after a full drain. When she
took it off at the end of each day her straps left red lines in her
pale back. She bought an H cup bra a few days before her fourth
checkup. She had skipped right over a GG cup, and even so her breasts
were peaking out over the edges of her bra at the end of each day.

Her breasts were not the only thing which was changing. Emma had taken
to spending an hour at the beginning of each day meditating and doing
yoga. She would slip out of bed at 4:30 am and pull on a sports bra
and yoga pants. Under her application of the arts her already impressive
body had started to slowly change. Her butt was growing firmer,
and her hips a little wider. Her skin glowed with health, and all over
her body her muscle tone was improving.

Emma was really starting to struggle with holding all her milk in during
the work day. Her firm had a company milk bank, and she resolved to start
donating during the lunch hour and before she went home. In order to get
comfortable with the process she went to the milk bank at the local
community center a couple of times. The first time she came back she
was shaking from the ordeal, but after going a few more times the
experience had become routine enough that she was comfortable. The
opportunity to give milk at work made Emma much more physically comfortable,
and she said that it was comforting that it would be men she knew who
were drinking her milk.

A month later Emma's new routine consisted of getting up early for her
yoga and meditation, eating a huge breakfast, and heading to work,
her breasts so full of milk from the night before and her breakfast
that they spilled over the edges of the II-cup bras she had just bought.
Once she got to work she would dump four gallons of milk into the
milk bank (she could squirt so fast that this only took ten minutes).
During her lunch hour she would wolf down the contents of a microwave
sized cooler she packed every morning and then dump another
four gallons into the bank. Before she came home she would squirt
her 12th gallon into the milk bank and come home. Her breasts
would have about a third of a gallon each by the time she got home,
but she was always ravenous. I got home before her, so I usually
had a massive dinner ready for her. She would eat for an hour
or so. I was always hungry at that point and I she would give
me a sample of her bounty.

I had always been very attracted to Emma, but her changes were
effecting me pretty strongly. If it had been more than a day
since we had had sex I would grow hard as soon as she walked
in the room, and remain that way almost indefinitely. I'm not
sure if she knew what kind of impact she was having on me.

"Hey Jack? Can you pick up another half dozen chickens?" It
was a Friday afternoon and I was headed out the door to go
to the store. We had not had sex in a couple of days and
I felt myself stiffen at her approach.

"I'll put it on the... ah, list" I said. Stumbling when I saw
the low cut tank top Emma had on over her braless bust. Her
nipples stood out prominently, and her milk kept the firm
mammaries high.

"Thanks! I'm always hungry. It all just goes to the girls." She
said sliding her hands up from her belly to cup her chest
from below.

I felt myself getting very hard. "... yeah. I'll, umm."

She let her breasts go and let them bounce freely. "Okay,
well I'll see you soon." She leaned in and gave me a
hug. At this point my cock was throbbing. "Want a quick
snack before you go?" She asked and pulled the hem of her
tank top up on top of her breasts. Wordlessly I allowed
her to pull me down to her nipple. Her milk seemed to
taste particularly good, and after a few gulps I started
twitching. "Oh my god Jack, are you?" She asked.
My face turned red, but I just kept drinking. She stroked
the back of my head, "Shhhh, shhhhe. Just drink from your girlfriend's
big sexy tit." She said.

After I finished drinking I turned towards the door. "Jack." She said.

"Yeah?" I replied, still embarrassed.

"You should clean yourself up before you go out." She said.

"That's a good idea." I said.

She grinned impishly, "I don't have any other kind."

Half a year into the treatment Emma was straining against
KK cups. She was producing over 16 gallons of milk a day, and
eating accordingly. Her morning meditations had yielded impressive
results for her musculature. Her skin looked like something out of
a lotion commercial and her burnished red curls could have sold
shampoo by the tanker truck. Even her face seemed to have
benefited. A few weeks before the six month checkup she stopped
wearing any makeup. It could no long do anything but hide her
radiance.

I was beginning to grow worried about her rate of growth, so
I resolved to bring up the possibility to stopping the trial.
She had just come home from work when I said, "Emma, I'm concerned
about what this drug is doing to you."

She put down her briefcase and shrugged off her coat, revealing
the monsters it had been partially obscuring. "Why's that?"
She said, lacing her hands through her hair and fluffing it
back.

"Well, you've gained nine cup sizes since you stated taking it,
and you are having to eat so much just to keep up with your
milk production. I'm worried."

She nodded and smoothed out her fitted green button down shirt.
I felt myself grow aroused. "I get it, but really I feel fine."
She started undoing her buttons. "After so long with dry breasts
I feel like a woman again." At the word woman she pressed her
tits together, forcing twin domes of breast flesh to peek out
of her top.

I was having trouble concentrating, and she continued to
unbutton her shirt. "I just worry what another 6 months of
the drug might do to you. You are already so much more
voluptuous than a normal woman. I want you to be able
to fit through doorways."

Her shirt was hanging all the way open and I could see that
her breasts were puffed over the edges of her cream colored
bra. I could make out a faint six pack in the shadows of
her huge mammaries. She turned to the side to give me a
view of herself in profile. Her chest jutted out proudly
like a ship's figurehead. Her bubble butt was very noticeable
in the pencil skirt she was wearing. "I'm fine. I feel good."
She smiled at the way I was staring. "I look good too."

I was practically drooling at this point, so I did not say
anything. She turned back towards me, and slowly leaned
down to peel off her skirt. As she did so her breasts hung 
down, undulating back and forth as she wriggled out of the
garment. The sight had me breathing hard. "Besides, this
drug is helping me keep you fed." She said, stepping out
of her skirt towards me. She was as tall as me in flats now,
and she was wearing four inch heels. The height
difference put my face closer to her chest. I gulped.

She looked me dead in the eye and took hold of her
front clasp. She pressed her breasts together and undid
the clasp in one motion. The cups fell to her sides as
she took another step forward. She let the garment fall
to the floor and took another step forward. I could feel
the heat of her milk laden breasts from a few feet away. Milk
beaded at the tips of her nipples and I could tell that I was
on the edge of orgasm. "Don't cum yet Jack." She said.

She pulled my head to her chest and I had to struggle mightily
to prevent myself from spurting the moment my lips touched her
nipple. I don't know how I lasted the first couple of seconds,
but after I took a few gulps of milk something seemed to change.
It was almost as if I could feel Emma's will joined with mine,
preventing me from splattering all over my underwear. I
remained on the precipice of orgasm, leaned over to suckle at
her huge tit until I was almost full. Then, suddenly, I felt
the supporting presence switch from helping me prevent orgasm
to encouraging one. My feeble efforts to control my body were
overcome and I came so long and hard that I lost track of
time. I did not black out, but it was a near thing.

Afterwards Emma smiled and bounced her breasts up and down.
"It looks like you are an even bigger fan of the girls than
I am." I was still a little woozy so I just made some noises
of agreement and shambled off to the bathroom.

We did not have any more conversations about Emma leaving the
trial. A month later Emma had again grown two cup sizes. It
was fortunate that she was a lawyer because continually replacing
her wardrobe was getting pretty expensive. She would skip every
other cup size (she said she did not mind feeling a little pinched),
but the costs were still high.

In addition to the predictable growth of her milk factories
Emma had continued to undergo lots of little changes. She grew
taller and her muscles hardened until she looked like
Aphrodite's idea of a cross fit trainer. She had
started running in the mornings in addition to her meditation.
She got up at 3:30 am and was usually back at 4:20. Her route
was about 8 miles, which worked out to a 6:15 minute
mile. Her face, hair, and skin continued to get subtle improvements,
and she had recently demonstrated a new ability to me. She could
subtly alter the tone of her skin and lips with a few moments of
concentration. I suspect her pheromones had gotten a boost
because I started getting aroused whenever she was in the house.

I was a little concerned by the ease with which she was able to
manipulate my state of arousal. I was always hard when she was
in the room, but she could make it difficult to concentrate on
anything else by flashing her cleavage or displaying her
rear. When I drank from her breasts it was a struggle not to
explode in my pants, though one which was made easier by her
will bolstering mine. When we had sex it was always preceded
by a feeding now. Without the extra help I had no prayer of
lasting within her. Once Emma's breasts were in contact with me
she seemed to be able to control my orgasm.

When Emma went in for her eight month checkup she was spilling
out of an MM cup bra. She had had a lot of trouble lasting 24 hours
before giving milk, and she said that she might have to dump a little
before the next checkup. I wanted to worry aloud, but knew that the
conversation would not get off the ground. She kissed me on the
cheek, and grabbed a stack of three sandwiches before
heading out. I watched her flaring hips roll as she walked away.
