Becca sheepishly greeted Dr. Jensen at her front door. Mike was away on business and had instructed her to contact and interact with the strange man. Without Mike present she was even more embarrassed than she'd been when they'd first met. At that time Mike had done all of the talking and she'd merely had to cooperate. This time she was personally asking the Doctor for his unique services. She couldn't hide behind any pretext that she was merely accommodating Mike's fetish. She'd had to explain to him on the phone that her breasts had gotten smaller by about a cup size and ask for his help. They'd scheduled this mid-day house call and he was right on-time.
Becca escorted Dr. Jensen downstairs to what had been their rec room. The door to the room now bore a brass sign, "Milking". It had been Jensen who'd first referred to it as the "Milking Room" and the couple had adopted the term for their private use. The sign reflected Mike's constant effort to push Becca out of her comfort zone. Becca was enjoying the new sexy edge in her life. She was frequently embarrassed but also aroused by Mike's challenges. She didn't mind the sign on the door; in fact, she found it rather erotic. She did, however, insist it be removed when a repairman or other stranger might be in the basement area. As she'd repeatedly told Mike she might be a perv but she was generally private about it.
On entering the room the Doctor went immediately to the Measurement Journal. He scanned the entries and said, "These figures say your weight is down one pound, your bust size has dropped by an inch but your waist is down a full two or three inches. The change in your waist seems out of proportion. Is that a mistake?"
Becca blushed and said, "No. It's right. As you'll see in a minute Mike has been training my waist with tight corseting. The corset constricts me by about 4 inches. The figures in the book are without the corset, of course. I don't spend too much time out of the corset or a cincher but my waist is more than two inches smaller than before without the corset."
The Doctor accepted the answer as perfectly logical, crossed the room and picked up the Milk Journal. Again he scanned the entries but he made no comment. Becca knew they indicated her production had gradually dropped as her breasts had gotten smaller but seemed to now be stable.
Jensen made a cursory inspection of the milking machine he was there to adjust and said, "I trust the machine is working well?"
"Yes. Everything is fine. I called because my breasts have dropped a full cup size and hoped you could make the needed adjustments."
"Okay. Let's see what we have. Disrobe and mount the machine. Are your breasts full?"
"Yes. It's time for my noon milking."
The Doctor waited as Becca took off her blouse and bra. He could now see the tightly laced under-bust corset which defined her tiny waist and made her tits look all that much larger. Jensen took two steps closer and bent to examine Becca's nipples up close. He observed, "Good. There's no sign of irritation."
He stepped back and gestured for Becca to mount the machine. She knelt on the machine and stiffly leaned forward- the corset obviously restricting her ability to bend naturally. Dr. Jensen said, "Lower your breasts into the sleeves slowly. Let me get a good look at the fit from the top."
When she'd pressed her breasts into the milking sleeves Dr. Jensen dropped to kneel next to the machine. Becca could soon feel his hands fondling each breast through its latex sleeve. Jensen then pulled back and said, "I think I can help. Lift your breasts out- just rest on your forearms while I draw in the bands to their smallest setting. I think you'll be okay with them drawn in. If your breasts reduce any more we'll be looking at new scans and new sleeves."
The Doctor pulled one or two tools from his kit and his upper body disappeared under the machine. Becca remained as he'd directed with her milk filled breasts hanging heavily below her. She wasn't worried about being naked before this man; he didn't seem to look at her tits with lust as all other men did. In fact, she was thrilled that his expertise was going to improve the machine's fit which would save the embarrassment of new scans. While Jensen ignored her sexually, the 3D-copy techs had been lecherous young men whom she had no desire to see again.
After five minutes the Doctor told Becca to lower her breasts slowly into place. He asked and she confirmed that the fit seemed as it was on her first day. The Doctor told her to turn on the machine in the usual way and proceed with her milking while he observed.