I was surprised when I was told by the administration that there was something wrong with my last Covid shot, and a booster was being given just to me. I knew something was different when I got aches in strange places. Not the headache I had from the first one.
This time my breasts ached. My nipples were sensitive, it was uncomfortable to wear a bra. I laughed to myself, becoming aware of how much every motion my arms made, and every time my torso twisted, I got a shock of pleasure through my nipples, it was as bad as when I was breast feeding!
I had a meeting scheduled after school with Mrs Cheung. She was an important School Board director, and her husband was an important figure at the local biotech giant, the importers of our vaccine actually. Mrs Cheung said she was concerned about her eighteen year old twin daughter's development and wanted my assistance. It was flattering. Her daughters were both A level students and I expected them to do well at university, to be requested as a tutor was an honour.
Things didn't go as expected.
Mrs Cheung had her driver pick me up from school. I had offered to drive, but she insisted that I would be in no shape to drive after the lesson, so her driver would collect me. The fat Asian man looked at me with a smirk as he opened the rear door for me, and I saw Mrs Cheung waiting inside. She was in a lovely formal blue dress, very demurely covering her to the throat, while I was aware my swollen breasts had forced me to go with a more daring purple sundress with a plunging neckline. I felt quite vulnerable under her eyes as we drove to her estate. I tried to talk about her daughters' academic strengths and weaknesses, but Mrs Cheung came back to the same subject again and again.
"Your breasts are natural yes? I checked your medical records and could find no indication of enhancement." She demanded coldly.
"Um," I tried to think of a polite way to deflect the question but failed. "Yes, they are natural. I was lighter before I breast fed, but after my second daughter, they remained this big."
We got to her house and she had the driver open the doors for both of us, the driver also opened the house door and closed it after us as Mrs Cheung came up behind me, pressing herself against me.
"My father had a European maid brought in for me. Not a French maid, a German one. Looks are important for a woman getting ahead in business, so is intelligence. It is known that breast milk is best for neural development, and it is well known by Chinese herbalists that milk from large breasted white cows can enhance breast development in women of more civilized races."
I froze, trying to process what she said, the feminist objection to objectification collided with the racial equality objection in my head and neither one quite made it to my tongue before Mrs Cheung had her hands on me, closing around my breasts, caressing them, then pulling hard on my nipples causing me to whimper submissively, my knees growing weak.
"I was so envious of my German maid, she had such large breasts, and seemed like such an intelligent girl, a university student, grades even better than mine. My father told me the truth, that breasts like that on a white woman meant she was meant to be a white cow for her superiors, and only white men were stupid enough to let them wander around unclaimed. I didn't believe him until I got my hand on her. Oh how she looked, eyes as wide as her mouth when I took her breasts for the first time. I made her cum just by expressing the milk from her. I taught her to cum when I fed from her breasts, to cum from my working my shoe into her cow cunt as she ate my little golden pussy when I had gotten too excited when feeding on her. Taught her to cum when I took my hairbrush to her ass while she offered me her breasts."
The entire time she was saying these outlandish things she was working my breasts. I felt my bra go wet as my breasts began to express. Mrs Cheung yanked my dress down, pulled my bra over my breasts, tucked it behind my neck like some sort of dog harness and began to work my breasts bare handed, causing me to weep milk.