Dr. Nathan Phillips had mostly recovered from yesterday's events. Mostly. He was still feeling a little groggy and a little forgetful. He hoped the effects were temporary for himself, while at the same time secretly hoping for the opposite for his test subject Anna Jensen.
Anna was the first human to trial his new anti-anxiety medication. It worked wonders for her anxiety. That was the good news. The bad? It worked other sorts of wonders on her brain: making her extremely suggestible, forgetful, and horny. Moreover, it seemed to bring out some "bimbo-like" behaviors, affecting her speech patterns, and possibly even her cognitive abilities.
And there was another change, a physical one. Or rather, two. Her breasts had grown considerably after two treatments. And they even started producing milk. Phillips ingested this milk yesterday after things got out of hand (and into mouth) between them. He suspected that the milk she produced also had substantial amounts of the drug he gave her, which would explain his mental state over the last 24 or so hours.
As the clock struck 10 AM, his door opened; Anna practically bounced inside with a wide smile on her face. It was in stark contrast to the woman who walked in that door just 8 days ago. Instead of a reserved, depressed, nervous wreck of a girl, she was now a confident, happy, and carefree woman. Her hair was down, glasses gone, a skirt instead of her customary jeans, and a tight sweater pulled over her now-sizeable breasts. She struggled with bras most of last week, but since yesterday her entire collection is now obsolete. So she proudly went without. Of course Dr. Phillips noticed the small, wet patches over her nipples.
"So...ummm...still lactating, I see." Dr. Phillips said, cutting right to the chase. He licked his lips involuntarily. Despite himself, despite knowing it was a bad idea, he felt an incredible urge to drink more of her sweet milk, and once again lose himself in the same blissful, trancelike state as yesterday.
Anna looked down, giggling at his observation, and then pouting a bit, "This is like? The fifth top? I've worn today?"
Whereas Phillips largely recovered since yesterday, he noted that her changes are at the very least longer lasting, if not permanent. He scribbled a quick note to himself, "shorter-term effects of drug ingestion via milk?" before turning to Anna, "Please remove your top, I'd like to get a sample of your milk."
Anna happily obeyed, letting her large, milky breasts fall out of her top as she lifted it over her head. She looked down, admiring her new boobs, giggling for a second, and then surprised him by sauntering around the desk and trying to shove a nipple in his mouth.
"No! Not like that!" He said in a slight panic, stopping Anna in her tracks. He didn't want to fall into that trap again, but he once again licked his lips, eyes locked onto her nipple, almost as if it were pulling him in. He shook his head and pushed her back a step. "I need you to pump." He reached into his desk, taking out his wife's old hand-pump that she used while she was breastfeeding.
Anna pouted, looking a little disappointed, but took the pump from him, sitting back down in the chair in front of his desk. She looked at it a bit curiously, before putting it over her nipple and beginning to pump. Dr. Phillips notes that the breasts still aren't producing an overabundance of milk, but still enough for a decent sample.
"My hand is like ummm...starting to hurt?" Anna said in a pouty tone, "like...we should get a machine...like with a cow?" she giggled at her own joke.
"Please switch to the other breast, dear," he instructed, watching as she instinctively obeyed his command. The power was beginning to feel as intoxicating as her milk. It was a curious statement though, and he dug deeper, "What do you know about dairy farming?"
She giggled and moaned a little as she started up on the other breast, "Oh, like...soooo much? Mmmm." She giggled a bit more before continuing, "Like...umm...my family has a farm? We like...sold all the cows...?" she made a pouty face, remembering how much it hurt when the cows went away, "But like...I still have the pumps 'n' stuff? my family left me...everything? "
"Oh really?" he said with genuine surprise.
"Yeah, like, my parents are dead? And my grandparents are too old? So like...they left me everything?" She giggled again, in stark contrast to the sad tale of dead parents she just told. A moment later she finished pumping her second breast, giving the pump and bottle of milk to the professor. Her breasts remained out in the open; Anna apparently unconscious or unconcerned by her own nudity.
"I'd love to see the farm..." the professor said, thinking aloud as he stored the milk in a mini-fridge, "maybe...our next appointment can be a little trip to see it..."
"Ohh..." she giggled, "It's like...on an island...like, it's hard to get to 'n stuff."
"I have a car...can we get there by ferry? You should show me the way..."
"Yes, I should show you the way? And like...yeah...there's a ferry 'n stuff."
The professor instructed her to meet up again next Monday at their usual time. "And remember to write the report for me this week! Also, please pump every day. Report how much milk you're producing!"
Anna giggled, taking the pump and a few spare bottles with her.
As soon as she leaves, the professor starts analysing the milk. Just as he suspected, the drug is in the milk, and not just trace amounts either! He recalled how powerful the feeling was. How overwhelming and hard to resist it was. In fact, his mouth waters just looking at this freshly pumped milk. He thought about how sexy her breasts now look, filled with milk, and how he wanted nothing more than to have another taste...and then do many other naughty things besides.
