So, so quite, even the whir of the fan was like a sum thing that made the lack of all other noise even more intimidating. What were they waiting for? The utter lack of catcalls, the hush that filled the room. Wuz I suddenly one of them, held within their admiration that she wuz not what they had expected. What would they think if they knew I dominated me roommate…was called mistress by her. Would they suspect me dark secrets and accept me as one of them because of it? So many thoughts an questions rumbled though me head.

The jerk upon me ring brought me back, I winced, moving the wrong way of habit, the pain forcing me forwards into me instructors hands. Clenching the table top even harder I sat, trying hard to allow the clinical examination of me condition continue. It’s as if she didn’t want them thar…something I’d grown used to…something me roommate an me shared in common now. Suddenly the ring was free….the weight no longer upon me nipple … empty….It felt so wrong. I wanted that decoration more than even me clothes an would have traded them for it. The other dropped off as well….It wuz only the words…the promise to return them that kept me from slugging her an getting um back.

With a long breath out I tried to relax, tried to understand the surge of anger that I had felt. It wuz as if a part of me wuz a missing. She left then, left me in the cool swirling air with nothing on me top at all. The display of me flesh blazed across the huge screen to me rear…all of me breasts up there for the class to see in full living color. The freckles standing out upon the skin tween them prominent mounds an all. Already I missed the rings sumthing fierce, like me body was no longer whole.

The reprieve wuz short lived. I swung me head around, surprised that me professor had been so quite, me eyes dancing tween her emotionally detached face an the large needle she held. “I….I don’t like needles none…..not like that…..an whats this about a simulation of pregnancy an all….like its like…no” I brought me hands up to me face an covered meself….gasping at what I thought she had said….and happy with what else it meant.

With the stern look I put me hands back down. “So the fact I haven’t had no monthlies since I got here an all means nothing….I’m not pregnant” I said it low, so just the teacher could hear, relieved that in all those episodes of forgetfulness I’d had no man had gotten to me.

Flinching jus a bit as the needle pierced me flesh an something pressed into the fatty tissue. An unfamiliar feeling that, a slight heaviness within me flesh at the point. Thankfully it didn’t hurt an while she did what she did I kept me eyes averted. Done, the hands gone the syringe put away. Rubbing the tender flesh with me fingers I massaged the flesh to work the light pain away…an yet the flesh …. What….?

All over me breasts tingled, seemed to swell and grow heavy. A certain tenderness took
me by surprise…an the way I grew larger….the feeling of them. I bounced, watching me breasts as if they were new an all. The skin felt like it was a being stretched, the sway of the heavy breasts causing them a slight under swell. Liquid pooled at their tips, watery… then white. I turned the nipple upwards as concern grew in me head over what she might have done to me….Massaging me breast I felt the build of pressure behind me nipple.

Chairs creaked in the room, the other students moving….I looked into the grey gloom of the seats. Some of them seemed to be responding in a bad way to me display of flesh. Yet, it thrilled me inside all the while it made me even more uncomfortable. Both sides waged their silent battle within me. The mistress wanted to make them pay, to tease them with even more brazen behavior. The catholic girl warred back, wanting to run and hide in shame.

I look into the impassive face of me professor, looking for any sign of humanity, “You….you made me have milk….is this what it feels like to be pregnant…?” Covering the orbs with me arms I waited, this wuz not in the school manual of appropriate behavior no way. I didn’t want to feel pregnant an all….”How long is this gonna last…..me bra won’t fit!” the words echoing in the room as me Voice grew louder an more shrill. Yet the looks upon the faces of the students, the envy…the desire…I grew warm, the ari no longer cold…slowly moving me hands away in suggestive manner, showing off the larger heavier orbs an gently teasing the white liquid to the nub….."I'm not fine....but I'm ok" me voice more back to normal....

At first I was taken aback by the way she grabbed me breast…but the gentle massage, the relief gainst the growing pressure from me swollen orbs. The feeling were strange, the way she clinically milked me an set the beaker of me own bodies sustenance upon the table next to me an utterly professional manner. Once ‘gain I had to wonder if thar be a human beneath that labcoat…did they do that in science classes….drill the human from you. Finally somebody talked….asking a question like I didn’t have no name.

That trapped feeling of being a lab rat wuz beginning to hit me…at least I could get up an walk around a bit. Course the question made me think one this again. The fullness of me chest, me eyes looking down an a seeing the extra roundness that made me cleavage even more pronounced. Lord knows why I liked the extra weight….it would be a killer during a run, already the sports bra strained when I ran….but … hanaji might really like um like this…an I had to wonder a bit ‘bout how she would respond. I felt a twinge down lower, knew she would like it an would want to know all ‘bout me class.

I slide off the table, me nearly bare bum rubbing .gainst the small damp pool. Perhaps I’ve been daydreaming a bit too much ‘bout Hanaji an after class I think to me self.

The cool tile floor hits me almost bear feet reminding me that things have been a changing. Fishnet covers the bottom of me feet…no shoes…no socks….oh this wuz so….wrong. Pulling the rest of the shirt from me blue school skirt I neatly fold it upon the table in a show of understanding an bravado I don’t rightly feel. If I be a lab rat then the lab rat will be groped an touched by the class….a feeling stirs in me…a feeling all wrong for a lab rat. I push it back into me mind, hoping almost that it don’t go down like that.

The beaker feels warm in me hand as I curl me fingers ‘bout it. The glass clinks as me ring hits the surface, something I’m not used to as well. So many changes…so quickly and to think I just turned 18 an came her on me own jus a few months ago….ok … 8 but it was still a quick time. Perhaps I’d moved too quickly. I could hear the tap of a shoe an new I’d been dallying fur too long. I walked, feeling the heaviness of me breasts with each step, the way they bounced…an jiggled. Only the gold was missing, its familiar an erotic tug upon me nipple gone.

Padding quietly in me stocking feet I ascend the stairs to the first girl an hand her the beaker full of the nutrition from me body. The milk swirls in the beaker as she takes it form me, her hands lingering a split second more than necessary. Waiting politely as I study her somewhat amused face I note a question that seems to pass upon it....

Looking at the me eager fellow student…then quickly back to me professor, trying to gage what I should do an seeing no reaction in that face a hers. There wuz at least sum warmth in the student….perhaps she still wuz human the course work not yet expunging her humanity from her. I saw in those blue eyes a spark, a desire an nodded.

“uh…ok….um, they are real heavy feeling an a lil tender like. I…I think you could get more milk out an I really feel like I’d like um a bit more empty.” I didn’t really want more clinical hands on me…and the girls didn’t have those latex gloves either. SO many questions about what had happened an what would happen hit me….

I turned to the Professor….shifting me wieght nerviously from one leg to the other. ”Professor Hannagin ma’am, would it be ok if somebody like sucked on me an I could describe what it felt like in the name of science of course. I still feel kinda full…..Is that normal?”

Not till that moment, the moment the professor said yes wuz I sure if this would be a good idea or one that would end me in detention. I reckon it wuz that science part that clinched it, though I really didn’t know why I’d gone an done any of it no how. Maybe its an innate thing to do with a girl, that feeling full like this yah want to remove that feeling an so god made us want to feed our babies.

Warm hands, flesh to flesh this time played across me chest. It sent a tingle into me to roll ‘bout in me gut way down low….babies don’t play like that. Shifting me weight I offered the heavy orb to her, felt the warmth of her breath as she hesitated. Gritting me teeth at the feelings it gave me I kept me mouth shut. The professor didn’t need to know bout this. Soft full lips closed about me, not a babies small ones. No, these were a woman’s…large ‘nough to take me into them, strong enough to pull me tight within her moist mouth.

“I’m so tender….no….its hurts kinda,” me hand came up to the back of her head, an held her to me…leaning forward as I tried to explain it all. “its ok….suck harder….yes…it….its like, like threads being pulled from me nipple, no hurt..no not no more just at first, it feels good….really good like a little erotic in …well… like me belly is trying to contract like yah know down low…not certain I should use them words…is it uterus. I suppose if yah worked the other sexual things then I’d need a release an it’d be real sexual an all.” Suddenly I felt the pains of me other breast…the one not being used. oh….the other one feels like pins an needles…an it tingles …it hurts, that one…please somebody do it…”

‘Oh thankyou lord. Hanaji, yur gonna enjoy this un….an so am I’, the words silent an for only me.

They came one after another, tasting the substance that ran from me breasts in pleasant tugs an sucks. The feelings were pleasant, an me breasts felt better for the giving of me nutritious fluids.
A warm wet tongue swirled across me turgid nub. Teeth bit down upon me lip to stifle the moan before it hit. Me hand tightening in the long silky hair of the girl that played across me nub in a way all to sexual. I could feel me insides clench….knew that if fingers had become involved I might have lost it right then an there. Still, I stood…thankful me back was to the professor for I don’t think me face had remained at all impartial. An then she locked her lips round me engorged nub an sucked…pulling the milk from me an this time it wuz far more erotic…like me lover Hanaji a playing with me each evening. I looked down upon the woman….with a pleasant smile knowing….knowing that perhaps I had found the one hanaji wanted me too….had found another partner like she begged me to do. Yet I couldn’t say a word….only I couldn’t say a thing….or acknowledge the act. Amanda winked….I winked back….wuz it really her that in the grey of darkness had played while others observed?

Voices….cassie…..I had to stop daydreaming about the feelings that even now warmed me gut an lingered thar. I listened an watched, observing the way the girls formed back into thar lil click . Oh, they were sly….the swirling beaker of me milk offered like a toast for me to guzzle. Blanching inside I took it form Amandas warm hand, letting mine linger for a moment longer than necessary. Eyes met an I searched for the sign that said I wuz the one….I let her know in the look I knew….that I had found it pleasurable even.

Turning I faced me teacher, hesitating for a moment to collect me thoughts an all. The whole time the fingernails beat there impatient rhythm upon the desk. This couldn’t be any worse than Hanaji after bringing me to orgasm giving me a kiss….me scent upon her lips, me juices mingling in me mouth as her tongue an mine met an danced. No, this was easier to swallow than that. With a salute to me teacher, “In the name of science”… I sipped the milk, tasting its sweetness…then began to drink it down, tipping the beaker up to the point a small trickle ran down me cheeks on each side of me chin…..I let the beaker down an ran me tongue across me lips, wiping the excess from me face with the back of me hand.

“Now I know why I don’t come in chocolate….babies would have to fit mom for any” I snickered at me joke, hoping they all would like it…”that is really sweet an good….” Somehow the stern look upon me professors face never wavered….they’d knocked all humor from her as well.

I hesitant at the top of the stairs for a moment, enjoying the warmth of me fellow students, knowing that their humanity is not yet lost and eaten by the machine. Nervously I twist the ring upon me finger, the heavy diamond that represents a symbol of me love an devotion to another. No… I think anew….No it is wrong….I can’t…. I can’t bring another to our bed. It violates everything I believe in. A machines voice sounds in the distance a bringing me back to the here and now.

Sit, I hear, an in that moment I wonder where? The incessant drumming of the fingers leaves no doubt an so gathering up the thin notepad an me black pen I jump to the floor, forgetting the heaviness of me breasts. The blue school skirt flaps upwards, revealing me in a way I had not intended. Pain hits me when me body stops and they do not…so much larger an heavier…I wince, then fold me arms under them fore proceeding to the table. That wuz stupid I think to me self, jus another of them things I done without really thinking it through. The strong antiseptic smell fills me nostrils as I near the table to sit, everything is so sterile…so clean. Shaking me head I do as I’m told and sit upon the cool table surface once again.

I sit upon it scribbling furiously on me pad, trying to remember all the important parts that have been while taking in the new ones. Pumps….. Pumps! The pen stops its scratching while I look up. Something black, with tubes of plastic. “Oh no….I’m not part of no modern torture of sorts….How do I know this won’t hurt…It kinda hurt at first when they did it, an this…this don’t look nearly as soft as their lips an such.” Me mind jarring back the tongue that had circled me ends an the way it had felt.

“Is thar some point the student can jus say no Doctor Hannigan?” Perhaps this wuz why the whole thing was eight credits. I could feel a chill coming, the room suddenly colder in this part of it. Goosebumps forming on me skin as I looked at the device in me teachers hands an really hoped I had an out.