The research program at Harvizon Agricultural Science paid very well, and Sarah needed the money. She signed an extensive set of paperwork on Monday, and turned up for her first session on Tuesday.
“What is this about?” she asked.
“We can’t tell you,” said the male researcher. “It would corrupt the data. Now, we need to inject drugs directly into your breasts. It will be quite painful. We can’t use anaesthetics, but what we’re going to get you to do is masturbate as we do it, both to create natural endorphins, and because arousal improves the effectiveness of the drugs.”
Blushing, she stripped, and began rubbing her pussy as they jabbed a sharp needle into each tit. They didn’t tell her to stop when they were done, so she blushingly continued until she orgasmed.
She came back every day and repeated the process. By the end of the week, she was used to masturbating while having needles pushed into her tits. More importantly, she was beginning to see the effects of the drugs – her tits were getting bigger.
At first she was pleased with the growth – they felt big and sexy, and she got approving looks from men. But as they kept growing, she began to get alarmed.
“Please,” she begged, as she masturbated in front of the researcher in the third week. “I want to stop. If they get any bigger my clothes won’t fit.”
“I’m sorry,” said the researcher, pushing the needle into her left fuck-melon. “The program demands that you continue. You signed very explicit contracts.”
They told her that from here on in, it was important that her breasts be in constant pain to continue stimulating the drugs. They gave her several special bras to wear, with the inside of the cup lined with sharp pins. As her tits bulged obscenely against them, the pins kept her breasts in constant agony. They told her she could masturbate to deal with the pain, and she did, keeping her pussy wet almost around the clock to make her worry about her tit growth and the pain she was experiencing go away.
They changed her sessions, too. Now they would begin by inspecting her pussy and anus – they would make her lie tits-down on their examination table, her newly-huge melons pressing agonisingly into her pin-bra, and spread her legs and push instruments up her vagina. Then they would let her masturbate while they injected her, and then they would whip her bare tits with a belt to give her extra pain to help the drugs work. She masturbated through this, too.
Her milk began to come in. She saw it leaking from her nipples, and started milking herself to relieve the pressure as it built up in her udders. The researchers would milk her too, only they used an industrial machine designed for animals. It was degrading and it hurt. Again, she masturbated through the pain.
As predicted, she outgrew her clothes. She was going to try and buy new ones, but instead the researchers gave her a new outfit – a black leather collar with a cowbell hanging from it, and two little chains extending, each ending in a clamp. The clamps, it turned out, went on her nipples, and hurt immensely. The chains weren’t long enough to reach the natural position of her nipples, so she had to lift her tit to make it reach, and then she would feel the entire weight of her breast pulling against the clamp, stretching her nipple. She cried the first time she put it on; she cried more when she was told she didn’t need to wear a shirt over the top and nor would they allow her to.
She got used to going clamped and bare-titted in public. She lost a lot of friends. She ended up fucking most of the ones she kept. Dressed as she was, they wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. They would put her on all fours and fuck her pussy violently from behind as her tits jerked back and forth beneath her, the clamps pulling at her nipples painfully on each bounce.
The researchers started raping her, too, using her pussy or her mouth or her anus, but always taking care to pull out and ejaculate on her tits. She was told not to clean it off, but instead massage it in – the cum was good for her breasts. She did as she was told. Her milk production increased, and her breasts grew and grew, until she realised she was never going to live a normal life again – she just looked too obscenely like a cow.
And a cow she was. Finally, the researchers finished a session by tattooing her left tit. The tattoo read “Property of Harvizon Agricultural Science. Alternative milk supply and sexual release for military personnel program. Grade A Milk; Grade B Cunt.” She tried to object, but they slapped her and told her to moo instead, and refused to milk her and relieve the pressure in her full tits until she obeyed. Helplessly, she said, “Moooo,” and they smiled, and one stuck his cock in her pussy while the other connected the milking machine to her tits, and her new life as a human cow began…
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loved this!