I was glad to finally be back in my room. It wasn't much past midday but I was exhausted. All I'd done was sleep and eat the day after my enhancement as my body underwent numerous transformations. The first round of experiments had started immediately after I'd woken today. It was my third day here, but I hadn't had a moment to look at my new traits or explore my changing body. Now I stood in front of the projection wall and studied myself.
I wasn't used to seeing myself bald, and I briefly mourned the temporary loss of my aquamarine hair. My boobs were much larger. Huge, even. If the mistress's had been cantaloupe sized, mine were already the size of very small watermelons. My waist actually seemed smaller, but I wasn't entirely sure. I panned around to look at myself from the rear. Definitely smaller unless my ass had grown as well. I continued panning with swipes in the air and then I frowned and zoomed in the camera. I looked down at my breasts to confirm. There were stretch marks from the rapid growth my breasts had undergone. I retrieved some skin cream from the bathroom and started massaging it into my flesh. The stretch marks disappeared, but touching my huge breasts felt amazing, like a dream come true.
I squeezed and fondled them, enjoying the sensations as they overflowed my small hands. I started dribbling milk again. I pulled hard at one long nipple and then the other, watching as they made tiny spurts with each tug. Amazingly, despite orgasming to near exhaustion a half hour before, I was getting horny again. I had always had a high libido, but nothing like this. I moved to the bed to explore the milking setup depending from the headboard. I pulled out the suction cups and placed them over my nipples. As I did a mobile screen appeared. With it I could control not only the suction, but the dildos and clit vibe imbedded in the unobtrusive machinery strapped between my legs as well. I smiled and laid back on the bed, happy to spend some time controlling my own climaxes.
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By noon the next day I was leaking from pussy and nipples in uncontrollable lust. I'd spent several intermittent hours last night milking myself and bringing myself to climax. It was almost as if the more I came, the hornier I got. When I woke late this morning my bed was soaked from lustful wet dreams and I was looking forward to several orgasms until my noon appointment. Unfortunately, the pumps had been deactivated. The device between my legs which had brought me so many orgasms just a few hours before now acted as a chastity belt, preventing me from finding relief in any other way. Playing with my boobs only brought more frustration.
I distracted myself by watching the news, rebalancing my retirement portfolios, and eating a sumptuous brunch of fruit crepes drizzled in chocolate. That was one good thing about my stay- while I wasn't earning any credits, I also wasn't paying for rent or meals. However, it also meant no outside contact with friends or family, either. My mother, a famous concubine to Empress Ilkatravia the third, was now retired on the human pleasure colony on Florida ( a slight irony, since she'd been born on one of the Floridian islands of Earth back before they had finally succumbed to the sea), so she wouldn't be worried if she didn't hear from me for several months. Interstellar communication was still entirely dependent on ships. Other species had instantaneous interstellar communication, but they guarded their technologies ferociously, especially from violence-prone humans. My best friend knew of my contract, so he wouldn't be expecting to hear from me for months as well although I was dying to send him some holos of my new figure. I toyed with the room computer and considered trying a hack or two.
But then the noon chime if programmed sounded and I jumped up from my couch eagerly as my door slid open. Jerome stood there, naked except for his collar. He looked me over appreciatively, taking in my wet thighs and dripping nipples, and sniffed the air. I blushed, knowing my entire room reeked of my lusts.
"You're all good and worked up, aren't you kitten? Don't worry, you'll be taken care of. Let's get you to the milk lab and strapped in for the next set of experiments." He took his time clipping my arms behind my back and putting on my head harness with its bit. His hands brushed my sensitive breasts and nipples several times, and he guided me down the hall while fondling the full globes of my ass. "Mmm, your breasts are definitely larger today. And all that milk leaking out... I bet it's delicious," he murmured in my ear. I much preferred him warm appreciative presence to Amilia's cold hateful one, but his attentions were only spiking my prolonged arousal.
In the milk lab, Jerome clipped me into the milking stall, attached the pumps, removed the device between my legs and worked a large anal monitor into my ass. Again, he didn't keep his hands from wandering. Lastly, he removed the bit from my mouth and shrugged into a lab coat right as the mistress arrived. She brought guests with her.
