Anthony Greggs sat in a conference room in Jacobson, Bloomstein, and Feld.
An associate he had never worked with before, Emma Tenner, had called
him to set up a meeting about a case she was working on. He was beginning
to wonder where she was when a striking woman abruptly strode into the
room. With every step she took her huge breasts bounced sharply. Tony
could not help but stare. She was tall, over 6'5" feet in the 4 inch spike
heels she was wearing, but that was not what made Tony stare. Her red hair,
huge perky breasts, thin waist, and flaring hips made him think about
the Jessica Rabbit fantasies he had had as a young man. Jessica had
nothing on this woman. Her face alone would have made concentrating
on business difficult, but her ripe body made it impossible.

"Hi, I'm Emma. You must me Tony. It's great to meet you." She set down her
briefcase and extended a hand. After a moment Tony realized he was staring
at her chest and took the hand with a start. Her grip was firm without
being crushing.

Emma took a seat and placed what appeared to be a lunch box on the table
to her left. "Do you mind if I eat? I'm always hungry."

"G-Go ahead." Said Tony. After the change all women produced milk, and
considering the size of her knockers Tony was sure he knew where the
sandwich Emma had started munching on was going. He had eaten lunch
a couple of hours ago, but he felt himself get a little hungry at
the thought.

She smiled, "Thanks. Anyway, you're here because JBF is representing
Fider Capital for a proposed deal with Benson Industries. Benson wants
to get out of the car loan business, so they are spinning off their
stake in Ford Financial. There are several balls in the air, but everything
seemed to be resolving nicely until one of our paralegals found a discrepancy
in some of Benson Industries environmental reporting. I looked into it..."
Emma noticed that Tony was staring at her chest. She liked the changes
that Triaxidine Plus had wrought in her, but sometimes they could be annoying.
With an effort of will she altered her pheromone output. Tony would still
be aroused, but hopefully he would be able to concentrate better. "Tony,
focus." She said.

He blushed, "Sorry." He shook his head, "You were saying something about
an environmental discrepancy. What do you know about it?"

*Good recovery* Emma thought, "At this point not much. Everything *looks*
above board until you start looking really closely at the amount of
diesel fuel they are shipping to one of their new oil sites in
Nebraska. Given some plans that were turned down by the EPA a few
years back it raises some questions." She took a bite from her sandwich.

Tony did an admirable job of paying attention despite his erection,
"And you can't find out enough from just the paperwork. You need me
to go check things out."

"That's right. Let me fill you in on the specifics. The discrepancy
only becomes noticeable when you have a big picture view. You don't
have to be anywhere do you?" Emma asked.

"This was the only thing on my calendar for the afternoon."

"Great! Let's get started." Emma took a fat wad of papers out of
her briefcase.

Three hours later Emma leaned back in her chair and arched her
back, stretching her hands overhead. The stretch lifted her breasts
up noticeably, and Tony, who had not been soft since she walked in the
room, felt his dick throb. "That's most of it." She said and gathered
up the dozen or so large sandwich bags she had emptied during the
meeting. The food had gone straight to her chest and Tony could
make out the outline of her bra where her flesh was peeking out
of it. "We just need to go over the diesel contracts and their
internal fuel routing documents."

"Do you mind if I take a break for dinner? I'm pretty hungry."
Tony asked. Even though he had had a late lunch he had been
feeling peckish almost since the meeting had begun.

Emma unwrapped another sandwich from her seemingly inexhaustible
supply. "Oh of course. I'm sorry I've been eating in front of
you without offering to get you anything."

"Thanks. Where is a good place to go?"

Emma tore off a bite and gulped it down without really chewing.
"Well there are a couple of pubs up on Folly Street that I've
heard serve pretty good milk. You could just take some from
the kitchen... " She trailed off. She had been wanting to
experiment with a new ability she was developing, but was
unwilling to test it completely on Jack. "But you don't have to go
that far."

Tony's dick was throbbing steadily now, "What, like?"

"Yeah. Why not? I'm starting to feel a little full, and we
are almost done. This way we will finish faster."

Tony hesitated and Emma started unbuttoning her fitted black
shirt. He could only stare as acres of creamy breast flesh
came into view. "'cmon. I won't tell if you don't." She said.

When she undid her last button and let her shirt drop to
either side of her sleek body Tony gave in. "I suppose
it will save time." His gaze flitted from her toned tummy
to her monstrous breasts. When she unclasped her bra
he became seriously worried that he would cum in his
pants. He managed to hold off for long enough to take
her large nipple in his mouth and start sucking.

Emma experimented with the mental pressure she put on
Tony more than she ever had with Jack, going further than just
preventing him from coming. Clumsily at first, but with rapidly
growing skill, she felt around in the animalistic part of his
mind that she had access to. To give herself more time to work
she slowed down the rate at which milk flowed from her nipple
to his mouth. With careful pushes she elevated Tony's attraction
to her to a worshipful obsession. She massaged his mind as he
drank, making the experience the most sublime he had ever
had, ensuring that he would yearn for her milk again.
As Tony drank he came to realize that it was the natural order
of things that he should submit to Emma and her tremendous
bust.

After Tony's meal Emma clasped her bra, but made no move to
button her shirt back up. "Let's go over the rest of it."
She said, "Pay close attention." Suddenly it was very
important to Tony that he pay close attention.

When Emma was finished going over the rest of the case she
said, "Now there is the matter of your payment. I was thinking
$30 and hour plus expenses was fair." Tony was a very good PI,
and that was much less than his regular rate, but when she
said, "You would report directly to me." He knew he would
agree. The prospect of seeing Emma again and working with,
no under, her excited him. "And Tony,"

"Yeah."

"If you have to masturbate there is a bathroom down the hall."

He gulped.

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"Babe, you want to see what a double N looks like?" I heard Emma call from
the kitchen. I walked over to see that she had just opened a package and
was pulling on a green demi-cup bra. On another woman it would have been
a two-and-a-half cup bra but it just barely covered her nipples. The
sight of her standing there in the kitchen, half clothed left me
speechless.

Lately my desire for Emma had started to morph into an
obsession. The only time I was truly happy was when I was
suckling at her breast. I found myself thinking about her at work
more and more. It was cutting into my productivity. When she was
in the same room concentration became difficult in direct
proportion to the amount of skin she was showing. When more than
a few inches of her cleavage was on display I had trouble being
coherent. I think she noticed, but did not care. Her wardrobe
around the house often consisted of clothing from a few sizes
ago, and her chest was frequently busting out of an old shirt.
To make matters worse she was wearing mini skirts and short
shorts around the house with increasing regularity. She always
looked professional when she went out, but when she was home Emma
liked to torture me with her burdening body.

"Do you like the green?" She asked. She must have know I was
unable to respond coherently, but she wanted to twist the knife.

I made some grunts which might have been affirmative, but
mostly goggled at the way her chest swayed when she walked
towards me. My mouth watered and my dick throbbed. I had been
reduced to purely physical impulses. Emma seemed to notice
the pleading hunger in my eyes because she said, "Not now
Jack, I just fed you." It was true. I was still full from
the feeding, but I wanted to taste Emma's milk regardless.

Emma pulled her shirt back on and tied it under her breasts,
doing nothing to conceal their glory. "Come on. I have a job
for you. She walked into the garage." Stacked in a row
were several dozen bags of loamy top soil. "I was going to
spread this on the garden today, but I want to check out
that farmer's market. I'll be back at 2ish, why don't you
have this all spread out by then. It will help you work up
an appetite." She winked. I don't really like gardening,
and it was more her garden than ours, but in my hormone
drenched state I was in no position to resist. "Thanks,
babe." She said and flounced out of the garage.

When she returned I was putting the finishing touches
on the gardening work. She tromped up to the house holding
a dozen reusable grocery bags on each arm. She did
not look even slightly strained by the effort. "Once I
finish unloading these, will you do a grocery run to pick
up staples?"

"That looks like plenty of food." I pointed out.

She plunked down the bags inside and walked back out.
"Yeah, but they didn't have some of the things that I use for
my sandwiches."

Her proximity was making it hard to concentrate,
so I acquiesced. "Ok. Should I just get the usual?"
She nodded and went indoors. The usual consisted of enough food to
keep a family of five happy for two weeks, but Emma went through
it in a week. We made most of the money spent on groceries back
when Emma sold her milk (either via reimbursements at her firm
or from the milkman). After the change milkmen both delivered
milk and took it away. Emma had to negotiate a special account
with the milk company. She produced so much milk that she filled
twelve five gallon drums in a weekend. A few weeks ago she had
sent in a sample of her milk to a smaller company which
specialized in "extra creamy" milk and paid more, but that
was still in the works.

When I got back from the grocery store Emma greeted me with
a sandwich in her hand, holding the door open for me. It
took me several trips to get all the food in the house.
While I put everything away Emma devoured three sandwiches
she had made from the farmer's market take. All the while
she exclaimed about how good it was. The task was made even
more difficult by the fact that she had opted to forgo
her shirt at some point when I was out. Even though her
bra was new, it looked tight against her chest, and I
could tell she was full of milk. 

Once I finished Emma said, "Ok, you've been a good boy. Why
don't you come take a drink."

I eagerly scrambled over and she shrugged out of her bra.
Before long I was kneeling at her feet with her nipple
in my mouth. Her boob was noticeably bigger than my head.
As I sucked I felt her presence surround me. This is what
I was meant to do. Suckle at Emma's gargantuan teat,
submitting to her will, getting subsumed by the force of
her sexuality. It was inevitable. When I was finished
there was no discernible reduction in the tautness of
her breast. "I have to go fill some jugs." She said
and walked over to where she kept the five gallon drums.

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Jenny relaxed as she felt the breast pump whir to life, sucking
the accumulated milk from her breasts. She was looking forward
to going home for the day, and relieving pressure always felt
nice.

"Hi Jenny." A sultry alto called. Just when Jenny was beginning to
relax, Emma had to show up. It wasn't that Jenny disliked Emma,
it was just that she always felt inadequate around the woman.
Both women had joined JBF a few years back, and at first they
had been much alike. Young, ambitious lawyers looking for a place
to make their mark. They had been physically similar as well.
Jenny had not been as voluptuous as Emma even then, she was only
an E cup to Emma's impressive G.

"Hi Emma." Jenny replied, watching as Emma unbuttoned her
shirt and placed twin suction cups over her nipples.
Over the last year or so though Emma had changed. There were
the obvious physical changes, her ballooning chest and
radiant glow of health were impossible to ignore. When people
asked, she said that the changes were due to a hormonal shift,
a kind of delayed puberty. Emma's changes were not entirely
physical. She had gone from a good lawyer to a fantastic one.
She could pick out tiny details and discrepancies in a document
after reading it once, at a pace that would have required
anyone else to skim. She had grown more assertive and dominant
both within the firm and at the negotiating table. Jenny had
been in a few meetings where Emma set the pace despite
there being a partner present.

"Ooohhh. I'm so full. I always love the moment of release
don't you?" Emma said.

"Yeah." Jenny agreed. The hoses attached to Emma's nipple
cups jumped as they filled with milk. Jenny could see the
numbers on the meter in front of the larger woman spinning
rapidly upwards. The pump did not seem to have to work
at all even though it was on its tenth speed, the one
that came with a safety warning. It was only supposed to
be used for emergencies, when a woman was worried she might
literally pop, but Emma seemed to use it as a matter of
course. Jenny's pump was set to two. The highest she had
ever turned a pump was five.

It had been over six months since Jenny had used setting
three or above. Her milk production had been slowing down
lately, which only added to her jealousy at Emma's ridicules
output. In fact the cups at her nipples were starting to pinch,
so she turned her pump down to 1.

Emma allowed her pheromones to flood off of her. Keeping her
pheromone output to a manageable level was not difficult,
but it did take a constant tiny effort of will and it was nice
to let go. It was much nicer at home where she did not have
to worry about destroying the productivity of her male
coworkers. Normally she would have expected them to handle
themselves around an attractive woman, but considering the
way that she had constructed her new body they did not stand
a chance. Lately she had been finding that merely limiting
pheromone output was not enough, so she had been working
on a way to emit a pheromone which would dampen arousal.

Jenny stared at Emma standing regally at her milking
station, and felt the whole weight of her inadequacies
crushing down on her. Her milk had slowed to a trickle,
though it was clear that Emma's was gushing into the
machine. Next to Emma's perfect bubble butt hers was
a bowl of flab. Her hair looked lank and her face
pallid when compared with the charms of the other
woman.

Despite the fact that Emma had expressed much more milk.
Gallons, Jenny was sure. She finished first and buttoned
herself back up. "Well, back to the grind!" she said
brightly. When she had left a painful pinching told
Jenny that her nipples had gone dry even though she could
still feel milk in her breasts. Unbidden she felt a
sob shake her chest.

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Emma was a few inches taller than me on her ten month checkup. Her growth showed
no sign of abating. Her morning runs were ranging longer and
longer, though they still took about 50 minutes. Last time I had
asked she was going about 12 miles on a run. That made a 4:10
minute mile. She did not seem to need much sleep anymore, only an hour
or two a night. I'm not exactly sure what she did with the extra
time. More meditation and work I suppose.

The balance of power in our relationship had shifted noticeably.
It had already been skewed, but as I increasingly lost the
ability to think abstractly when Emma was around she took
more initiative in telling me what to do. Her presence seemed
to set me back about 60 IQ points, a phenomenon that amused
her to no end. She had even tested it, making me do math
with her one room away, and sitting right next to me. The
results were predictable. Adding to my arousal induced stupidity
I had a burning desire to obey and submit to Emma.

This desire was reinforced every time I drank from her bosom.
The moment my lips touched her nipple I felt a sense of tremendous
belonging. As I drank every instance where I had obeyed her since
my last meal would swim to the surface of my mind along with an
overriding sense of happiness and contentment. Similarly, anytime
I had disobeyed her would come to mind accompanied with intense
shame and frustration with my past self for displeasing her.
Her displeasure could even be for failing to anticipate a
need or desire (I no longer ever let her run out of food).
Somewhere along the line I had become well and truly her thrall.

================================================================================

Henry Feld cast one last glance over his email, and started the shutdown
sequence on his computer. He was glad to be going home finally, so
he was a little annoyed to hear a knock on the door of his corner
office. "Come In." He called. Emma Tenner stepped into his office.
"Oh, Hi Emma. Great work on that settlement today. You had the poor
fellow from Simpson and Grace speechless."

"Thank you." Emma purred. Of course it had helped that he was so
aroused he could hardly think. Flooding a room with her pheromones
could have impressive results.

"What did you want to talk about?" Henry asked. A bit unnerved
by the way that Emma was stalking towards him. She was a very
tall woman, and at only 5'8" Henry was 11" shorter than her
in her 4" heals.

"I wanted to discuss a promotion. I think I've amply demonstrated
my abilities." Her heals made an authoritative clicking sound
as she walked forward.

Henry's eyes were drawn to her powerful thighs, "Well, that's
certainly a conversation the partners are going to have soon.
There is a short list of people for Junior Partner, and you are
on it." He was having trouble focusing.

"That's gooood." Emma drew out the word. "but I think it would
be more appropriate to make me a full partner as soon as
possible."

Emma was getting uncomfortably close now and Henry started
to back up as he said, "Emma, you know the way promotions
work. You won't be up for full partner until at least
three years after you make Junior Partner, and that is
almost unheard of." He felt his back thump against the wall.

"You can make an exception for such an asset to the firm."
Emma started slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Henry was
transfixed by the sight of more and more cleavage coming
into view.

"Really, Emma, this is quite..." He trailed off.

Emma finished with her blouse and ran her hands over the
massive red lace bra that covered the bottom half of her
knockers. "I've seen you staring at my chest Henry. You must
be wondering what its like to drink directly from a real woman."

A fluid motion left the bra cups dangling at her sides. The drop
of milk which beaded on her nipple beckoned to Henry. He
realized the outcome of this encounter had been inevitable
as soon as Emma walked in the door. She was a good lawyer,
and good lawyers get what they want.

Henry did not have to bend down much to take the nipple in
his mouth. When he did he tasted better than anything which
ever passed his lips. An enormous presence seemed to wrap
itself around his mind, massaging and reshaping.

"You've always wanted to submit to a powerful woman like
me haven't you Henry? Ever since you first met me you've
been wondering what it would be like to suckle at my
huge breast. Bigger than any you have ever seen before.
You've always known in your heart of hearts that your
place was under me, serving me. I am your goddess.
You nothing more than my possession, my plaything."

Emma's words sank into Henry. With every gulp they seemed more
true, as if he had always felt that way, as if he had always
belonged to the incredibly busty red head. He felt intense
shame at his words a few minutes ago. Of course Emma deserved
to be made a full partner. Really she should be a senior partner,
but he knew that it was not his place to suggest it.

When his lips left her nipple Emma smiled maternally down at
him. "I trust you agree with me?"

He nodded, "Of course."

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When Emma's first PP cup bra arrived in the mail the end of the trial was a
month away. In bare feet she stood four inches taller than me, which meant
I only had to bend down a little in order to fit her nipple in my mouth.
She frequently wore heals; leather spike boots had become a particular
favorite, so it was even easier to get at her bounty.

I was increasingly struggling to have any sort of independent thought
around Emma. Her presence was so overwhelming that I was like a vessel
swept clean. The contemptuous ease with which she could mold my mind
to her will when I was suckling had started to show up at other times.
I felt her will wrapped around mine as I stared at her cleavage or
eyes or hair or ass from across the room. There was no longer any
pretense that we were equal partners, or that I was even a person
of my own. As far as either of us was concerned I was just one of
Emma's possessions.

She was making enough money to support us, and anticipated a promotion
to full partner soon, so she ordered me to quit my job. I became her
servant, cleaning up after her, and doing anything which
needed doing for the house to be kept according to her
satisfaction. She had always been a pretty neat person, but
she stopped doing anything at all to keep the house neat.

Her clothes were left strewn around the house as she undressed.
She liked to have multiple outfits for a day, so I was kept busy
keeping up with her. If clothing was not ironed and ready by a
day after she used it I would feel the intense shame of her
displeasure. I liked my laundry duties because they gave
me an opportunity to handle her huge bras. The cup of one
could wrap my head twice over. She had special carbon fiber
reinforced sports bras which allowed her to run without
getting jostled, and even though I had to clean them by hand
I loved the work.

I was responsible for making sure Emma had a constant supply of
food whenever she was in the house, and for packing her sandwich
coolers every day. She would leave plates and wrappers everywhere,
and if she ever saw one after she had left it where she had
been eating I would know about it.

"Jack. Look what I found." Emma was holding a fig newton wrapper.
She stood in the doorway in nothing but a set of matching purple
bra and panties. She frequently walked around the house in just
her underwear these days.

I felt deep shame wash over me. The sight of her had me ready
to orgasm, but I was forbidden to without her permission.
"I-I'm sorry. It won't happen again Mistress." I started
to wimpier involuntarily. I felt her anger at my incompetence
radiating off of her in waves.

Drenched in lust and fear I shuffled over to her, begging
forgiveness. She made me kiss her feet and explain how
lucky I was that she was willing to put up with my
patheticness. After fifteen minutes of bathing her feat
with my tongue she allowed me to eat the wrapper. Anything
besides Emma's milk was revolting to me, but I choked
it down, knowing that it would mean days of discomfort.

================================================================================

The Jacobson, Bloomstein, and Feld week long executive retreat
was going to be held in a rustic cabin in the mountains this
year. Every year the upper echelon of the firm flew to some
exotic local for a marathon of company bonding and planning for
the upcoming year. Usually it was held some place with colorful
drinks and sand, but Henry Feld had suggested a change of
scenery this year. He had proposed they go to the Back to Basics
Reserve in New Hampshire.

Along with the executive team several of the more promising
partners were invited along. There were 19 people who would
be coming along. Of the 19 two were women: Emma Tenner, a
newly minted partner of extreme promise, and Lara Hammerstein,
the head of HR. JBF had a bit of a diversity problem among
the executives. The Back to Basics coordinators had expressed
some concern at the gender ratio, but Henry had brushed it off
as just another nosy liberal, and besides he had very
explicit instructions from Emma.

Despite its name Back to Basics had provided an internet connection,
and a fairly modern kitchen heavily stocked with food. The cabin
itself was on a paved road and looked more like a low slung house
than a cabin. There was no milk in the fridge, but everyone assumed
the Back to Basics staff would be back to stock the fridge. The
JBF executive team was not used to concerning themselves with
minor details like where the milk came from.

By dinner time it was obvious that the Back to Basics staff would
be late with the milk. When Emma and Lara had finished their dinner
and the staff still had not arrived Todd Andrews spoke up, "Come
on. When is this milk going to arrive?"

"This is really weird." Lara pointed out. She was scrapping out
the huge pot that she and Emma had used to cook their pasta. Emma
had eaten 95% of the food, but Lara was still full to bursting.
It was amazing how much the busty red head could put away.
Lara vacillated between feeling jealous of Emma and feeling
sorry for her. Emma was obviously a very talented lawyer, and
Lara had seen the way that some of the men around the office
ogled her when she was not looking or even when she was. Lara often
thought that Emma was very strong for handling the objectification
so stoically. When Lara was close to Emma, however, her high
minded sympathy turned into seething jealousy. The other woman
was just everything that Lara was not. Emma's huge breasts,
traffic stopping ass, and glamor model countenance stood
in stark contrast to Lara's B cup breasts, flabby bottom,
and homely appearance. Currently her intellect was fighting
off an intense visceral reaction to Emma's proximity.
It was a loosing battle, and Lara felt herself slip into
a downward spiral of despair. 

"Yeah. Very unprofessional." Emma said pinching her bra through
her shirt and tugging it up. She made a small face of discomfort.
"Listen, I haven't expressed since lunch and I'm feeling a little
full. After we finish this do you want to look for a station?"

Lara only expressed milk once a day, and being reminded that Emma
filled up so quickly was an unwelcome reminder of their comparative
differences, "Sure."

They washed dishes in silence until. Once they finished they started
looking for something to hold their milk.
"Wait, actually, this could be the solution to the problem the
boys are having." Emma said as they started looking around for
some receptacles.

"What do you mean?"

"Well we have to express, and they must be getting pretty hungry.
The solution seems obvious."

Lara chewed her lip, "What about STDs?"

"Well we won't get them. I'm clean, are you?"

"Well yeah, but. It just seems so irregular. And there are
only two of us." Looking at the way that Emma's breasts covered
her arms and stuck out more than a foot and a half from her
chest, Lara thought that the two of them might have a chance
of feeding all of the men after all. Of course she would hardly
contribute.

Emma had been peering in a cupboard, and now she stood up,
"I don't think there is milk coming, and I'm not just going
to dump my milk if they guys are going to starve. There is nothing
in town, they would have to drive for like an hour to get something
to drink."

Considering the size of Emma's breasts it probably would not
matter what Lara thought. "Ok." She said.

"Great! I found some jugs." Emma said. *You are never without them*
Lara thought with envy. Emma was holding two five gallon water jugs.
"Let's go to the vestibule." Emma said.

The two women walked into the adjoining room and Emma immediately
started unbuttoning her shirt. Lara could feel the heat emanating
from her breasts, and she realized suddenly that Emma's nipples
were at her head height. The other woman towered above Lara in
her heels and Lara felt herself slide further into despair about
her own paltry curves. With what looked like long practice Emma
opened her bra from the front and slid her two inch long,
inch wide nipples into the mouths of the jugs. Milk jetted
forcefully into the plastic containers. Lara had never seen someone
shoot milk out like that. It always had to be sucked or kneaded.
She watched in awe as the milk level in the jugs climbed steadily,
until Emma's milk abruptly tapered off when each jug was almost
full. Almost as impressive as the volume was the ease with
which Emma managed the whole affair. It took her ten minutes,
and each jug weighed about fifty pounds when full. She had to
hold each jug in front of her for ten minutes as its weight
slowly increased. Not once did she show a sign of strain.

Emma bent down to set the jugs on the ground, thrusting her
bubble butt out as if to remind Lara of her perfection.
When she stood up she closed the clasp on her bra. Her
breasts looked deflated. They were still huge enough to cover
her upper arms and jut forward like independent entities, but
Lara could see that they had lost volume. Emma's bra seemed
to be stretchy because it forced some shape onto her
formerly firm breasts. "Do you want to have a go?" She
said as she buttoned up her shirt.

For some reason that display seemed to have dried Lara right
up. She knew she could not compete, so her body did not seem
to want to bother. "I think I'm good for now."

"Suit yourself." Emma said bending down to pick up the jugs.
"You coming?"

"I'm going to stay here."

It was a little odd, but lately Emma was starting to think that
her pheromones were having an effect on women as well as men,
and this seemed like it might be connected to that. "Ok."
She said and walked back into the kitchen.

She went into the living room where most of the men were gathered.
"I got you guys some milk." She said.

Todd jumped up, "They finally brought it. I was about to drive
down to the supermarket."

Emma blushed lightly (she could do that when she wanted to), "Well
not exactly, Lara and I had to express, and, well... We thought with
you all being so hungry."

There was a moment of silence in which the members of the executive
team each recalled a private fantasy they had about Emma and tried
to act as if they were considering things rationally. Eventually,
Frank Lunt jumped up. "Well, I'm going to get a drink. I am famished."
He said.

Emma's hips rolled as she lead them into the kitchen. There was
a slight gasp as the men saw the two full jugs on the counter.
It was obvious that Lara could not have contributed much to
what they saw, so it must have come almost all from Emma.
With effortless ease she picked up one jug and started
pouring into cups. The assembled JBF execs gulped down
their shares in silence and quickly asked for seconds.
Emma was happy to oblige. They were not as intent upon
filling their bellies in the second round and she started
to hear little comments.

"This is very good."

"Creamy."

"So thick."

"I wonder if this is why the milk at the office is so good."

She preened a little bit as she imagined each of them thinking
about what it would be like to drink directly from the source.
When they had finished their meal the first jug still had 
several inches of milk in the bottom.

When Emma went to pour the rest down the sink someone spoke up
"Shouldn't we save that?"

"Why? There is plenty more where it came from." She said.

Breakfast the next day proceeded in much the same way.
Emma handed out cups of milk as she let the pheromones
sheet off of her. The JBF executives were helpless with
arousal. The energy of the meal carried over into the
morning meetings with Emma doing most of the talking,
explaining her thoughts on company direction.

Shortly after lunch Lara explained that she was feeling
sick and needed to go home. She had not expressed milk
since she came to the retreat, nor would she ever again.
Her B-cup bras were feeling loose, and an intense depression
dulled her senses. No one really noticed when she left.

At dinner Emma suggested that they skip the intermediary
step and drink directly from her breasts. Over the course
of a few hours she fed each man, allowing them to suckle
two at a time. As each man latched onto her breasts
she took hold of his mind, reshaping him into a compliant
slave. With every gulp they realized how right it was to
submit to a powerful woman like Emma.

After lunch of the third day Emma was confidant that she
owned each and every one of them. They begged for the
right to lick her five inch spike boots. They whimpered
at the slightest sign of her displeasure. She spent the
rest of the retreat practicing molding minds from a distance
and explaining what her new slaves were going to do in order
to please their Mistress.

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"Jack. Get me my pill." It would be her last. Emma now stood
6'5" in bare feet and had to encase her tits in a QQ cup
bra. Her breasts brushed the sides of narrow doorways when
she went through. I hurried to retrieve the pill.

When I got back she was holding the bottle of pills. It was
strange because I had just left the bottle behind in the bathroom.
With Emma wearing nothing but spandex short shorts and a normal
sports bra (not one of her reinforced running ones) I was to
stupid to put two and two together. "Last two pills." She said.

"But." I said.

"I never really lost that first bottle of pills. Its been in
my purse the whole time." She gave a throaty chuckle. At this
point I was two much of a shell to do anything but stare
blankly as she tossed the last couple of pills back.

Emma's personality had completely changed since she started
the trial. She now seemed to regard other people as things
to be taken, and controlled. The illusion that we were dating
had completely disappeared. I was just a thing and could no more
date a goddess like Emma, than a toaster could. She was now
regularly bringing men home. Mostly she had already enslaved
them, but sometimes I got to watch as she pinned one
to the wall with her gaze and inserted her nipple into his mouth.

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Emma continued growing after she completed the trial, eventually
stabilizing at 6'7" with S cups six months after it had
ended. She often wore 6" heels, which meant that most men had to
lean up a little to suckle at her teat.  Somehow she had become
the owner of her law firm, and her circle of slaves had continued
to grow. I was now just one of many servants competing to be
noticed by an imperious Mistress.

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Emma swirled a glass of $1000 brandy and looked out over the city.
It had been ten years since the drug trial and she had not changed
a bit, at least physically. Her art was powerful enough that she
could prevent her perfect body from aging.

The past ten years had been kind to her. Her law firm had grown
rapidly, until it was the biggest firm in the city, then the country,
and for the last four years, the world. It helped that she could
hypnotize and enslave her most talented rivals, and that
they would work for far less money than would normally be expected.

Her business had become an amusing distraction these days. Now she
spent most of her energy working to expand her circle of slaves in
governments around the world. She had long since fully penetrated
Washington, and she was rapidly expanding her influence elsewhere.
The extra brain power from the drug had helped her learn Chinese,
which was where most of her current efforts were focused.

"Ms. Tenner, General So is here to see you."

Emma pressed a button on her phone, "Send him in."
