"This isn't an all-the-time thing," Odette groaned, more from tiredness than from resentment. She was genuinely trying to ease Pari's mind. "As guild co-captain I'm expected to be there when we introduce new players into the faction, but it's only, like, once or twice per month."
"So you only miss work once or twice a month then? That sounds acceptable." Pari said sarcastically.
Odette nodded, leaning her head against the side of the tub as the water filled up around her. "I'm glad you understand. Oh, and here."
Pari received a pair of soggy socks that had been neglected in the previous stripping. Not knowing what to do with them, she tossed them into a corner. Pari had a seat on the close toilet, unable to hold back a smile. "You're something else."
Odette and Pari were an odd couple, brought together by unusual circumstance. Ever since Odette was young, she had a weak body susceptible to all kinds of disease. All the doctors she had been to growing up could confirm that the cause was something like an autoimmune disorder, but beyond that, they could only recommend that she be careful and live a slow paced life. That she did for her entire childhood, being watched over by her father and older siblings with almost no mentionable problems. Then came a scare, just as Odette turned fourteen. The genetic disorder threatened to take her life, and doctors had no idea what to do to fix the issue. They spent hours in operation and at the end of the episode, much of their efforts proved fruitless. The attack mostly went away on it's own, but not without a great deal of anxiety from her family, confusion from the doctors, and a number of strange side effects.
Odette and her family would have to learn to live with their new little girl. Although the transition was demanding at first, each family member learned their role in becoming caretakers for Odette. Their father moved out of state to work a new job that earned enough money to pay for Odette's expensive doctor visits. Julian - his sisters and girlfriend affectionately call him 'Jules' - became the temporary head of household, tending to the family's issues and holding down the fort. Summer became her sister's main confidant and moral support, and Odette gained a greater deal of confidence in dealing with the unknown disease thanks to the support of her family.
Jules went to college locally, but afterward he had to leave to find work. Almost in the same week, Summer got a scholarship to a college out of state, and there was a big question that needed to be answered: who would stay behind to look after Odette? About that time, Odette's main specialist suggested that his genius daughter move in and look after Odette which would offer both companionship and the eyes of another geneticist in documenting the procession and treatment of Odette's rare disease.
"You didn't even do your morning treatment."
Odette let her head drop just behind the edge of the tub. "I actually did try after the first raid. . . I couldn't do it though cause the tips were already too tender."
"That's cause you waited too long to do it - you got over sensitive. You must have skipped the night treatment too."
"That one," Odette paused. "Yea, I actually forgot that one."
It was obvious as Pari was dragging her into the bathroom, really. She didn't really need to ask. It was even more obvious now that water had filled in the tub, pale buoys leisurely floating, keeping Odette from fully submerging. "No choice then. Up on the edge of the tub."
Odette was slow but obedient. She braced herself against the edge and pushed her body up and over the side of the tub, her muted blond hair heavily soaked and obscuring her eyesight. Her motions were clumsy as she adjusted, but once she was in position she hunched forward, letting her burdensome chest rest in her lap. Odette was always a tiny child with thin arms and legs and a nonexistent waist. She had just recently nudged the bottom of the 5'0" mark, but only when she could stand up straight and tall. When she was negligent of her treatment, she would always be hunched because of the additional weight on the front side, pulling her toward the ground and, in some dire cases, immobilizing her.
Before the scare, Odette looked how you might imagine a person to if they were dealing with a lifelong disease: constantly starved of nutrients, sallow, anemic, and pasty. Now she was lively, but still smaller than normal. Her eyes were a vibrant, glassy amber on a narrow, angled face. Her shoulders looked a little cramped, cute humps that were always shrugging just a little. Her hands, that she wrapped around the edge of the tub for stability, were like kitten paws with short, skinny fingers attached. Everything was wispy about her; everything except her explosive pair of tits.
Before the scare, she had none. Her body was uniform in its angular compactness. After turning fourteen, Odette was the proud owner of a perky, luscious pair of breasts that women of any size might envy. They were unbelievable, almost unfitting on a girl of her frame, yet there they were sitting perfectly angled on her ribcage. They were the perfect teardrop shapes, even and symmetrical, flawless and milky white like whipped cream or gooey marshmallow. But that was not the only esoteric aspect of the growth. As Pari had noted in her log books, Odette's natural D cups would constantly change shape and size over time, swelling with unparalleled volumes of breast milk. Of course it was unusual, but the range of change Odette's body would undergo when she began to produce breast milk bordered on scientifically impossible. Sitting in the bathroom with her patient, Pari was still perplexed at how what started as breasts just larger than the cup of her hand could swell and shift into perfect globes of shuddering, milky flesh ready to be relieved. At the moment they were not the biggest they had ever been, but it had been months since the last time Odette let herself swell to such a size. Every few weeks she might forget one treatment, but by the looks of things, she may have forgotten - or just ignored - two or three in a row.
Pari disappeared from the upstairs bathroom and returned with buckets of various sizes, a notepad, a stopwatch, and a few other scientific measuring tools. She set them on the counter near the back of the room and entered Odette's personal space empty handed. She looked sweet, almost sorry for the little one who had let herself get into such a mess. "You ready?"
Odette didn't say anything. She blankly looked down at her distended globes, bare and dripping with water and a bit of milk. The two were like beach balls except heavy and difficult to maneuver. At the moment, she had to remain mostly motionless or risk leaning too much in any direction and taking a tumble. The fact that she had denied herself some sleep only appended another issue to the long list.
"Aww, dear. You have to stay awake. Sleep when it's over." Pari got down on her knees in front of Odette, her white leggings immediately absorbing the moisture on the tiled bathroom floor. She abandoned her thin outer tunic and tossed it onto the counter, tied up her thick, maple syrup textured hair, and spread Odette's legs. This arrangement allowed for Odette's plump rack to drop suddenly and land in Pari's waiting grasp.
Odette made a 'whoosh' as she bumbled forward. "Whoa there, baby." Pari soothed. When she had a nice grip and Odette was properly seated with a slight lean forward she issued instructions.
"We'll start slow. Breathe in, hold it, then release. In again, hold for three seconds, release."
Odette sniffed in through her nose weakly, held the air till the count of three, then released through her teeth. As she focused on her breathing, Pari went to work with her massaging. She started with her finger tips, pushing into Odette's upper chest, rubbing at her pectoral muscles in slow circles up around armpit level. When those muscles were nice and loose, she would drag her hands a little lower, applying pressure in a line down towards the puffy upper areas. Odette's tight skin stretched, the weight of her chest pulling forward with Pari's guidance. She quivered from the very beginning, letting out a high pitched whimper.
"Cute. . .," Pari breathed, low enough so that Odette would not hear. She took it slow, applying synchronous pressure to the side of Odette, pushing the taut flesh upward and together, slippery skin shimmering in the light of the room. They looked delectable, sloshing audibly with delicious breast milk. How in the world had she been able to ignore them for so long?
