Leonora's Chest by Leonora ©

Leonora's Chest
by Leonora ©

Note from the author: This is pure fiction, if you would really like to make milk, read Dr Jim's excellent articles on this site.

Chapter One

So I have terrible taste in men and I know it. I like the dangerous ones, they ensnare me with their ways until I behave like some kind of addict, I’ll do just about anything to keep them.

Giles was no exception. He was an extraordinarily good-looking public school wheeler dealer. He always seemed to have some kind of scheme on the go and most of them came to nothing. Part of the time he treated me like a goddess, the rest of the time he always seemed to be on the brink of disappearing.

When we first met we spent almost three weeks in bed just sucking and fucking each other until we were weak at the knees. He hid my clothes so I just jiggled around naked. Eventually we ran out of food and had to go shopping and he reluctantly gave me something to wear.

As I pulled on my bra that day I realised something was different. To be frank, it was suddenly too small, my breasts were really heavy and my swollen nipples were strangely sticky and sore, like being pre-menstrual but times a hundred.

Maybe that was it, maybe I was premenstrual? I grabbed my diary and counted the days. Holy crap my period was a week late.

I said nothing to Giles as yet but while we were out shopping I bought a pregnancy test. I couldn’t get into the bathroom quick enough when we got back home and the test swiftly confirmed my suspicions, I was five weeks pregnant. For the first time since we met, we didn’t make love that evening and true to form Giles left the next morning.

The changes in my body over the next 12 weeks were staggering, especially my breasts. They seemed to get heavier every day, the nipples swelling and growing and from about ten weeks I was wiping creamy discharge from them whenever I took off my bra. They increased by three cup sizes to a G cup from my already generous E cup. As my midriff was also increasing I had to wear loose clothes and I looked matronly with this big shelf of a bosom jutting out in front of me.

Little did I know that was nothing to what I was to experience just a few months later.

I was horny all the time but I wasn’t feeling all that attractive so I had to resort to masturbation on a pretty much daily basis.

Then at about 16 weeks disaster struck and the pregnancy ended. My tits expanded in one last alarming growth spurt as milk came in and then my whole body went into reverse. Unstimulated the milk dried up and my boobs shrunk back. They went back to an F cup, so still bigger than pre-pregnancy. They were a little more wobbly and droopy but still pretty sizeable. But it didn’t feel like enough, I mourned their enormous state, mourned my milk and most of all mourned the baby.

So when Giles walked back in to my life. I should have been furious but I had spent so many months alone and horny I’ll admit I could only think of one thing when I saw him and ran into his arms. He ran his hands from my shoulders, down my arms and round to my belly.

“So it’s all over?”

“Yes, where were you?”

“Don’t ask me that, I’m here now.”

His mouth reached mine and we kissed. He moved his hand up to my breast weighing it through my bra, he was always totally fixated by my breasts during our love making and it was fine by me.

“My princess seems to have grown a little,” he said leading me firmly to the bedroom. In two minutes our clothes were on the floor, his huge erection was pressing against my belly as he wrestled with my bra, clearly excited by the prospect of my ample bosom.

He pulled my bra away roughly and my tits slapped onto my chest wall. He ran his thumbs down the gentle slope of flesh searching for my nipples and then suddenly looked downwards. He lifted my right tit up and stared at it, dropping it abruptly with….could that be disdain?

I yearned for him to take my nipple into his mouth as we fell to the bed and I grasped his massive erection taking it in my mouth for a few minutes before rolling over. He took me roughly, grinding me to a lengthy orgasm. But throughout our lovemaking that day he never once touched my breasts.

“Giles, is there something wrong? You seemed a little different today.” I asked straddling him and adding playfully: “There are a couple of parts of me feeling a bit neglected.” I jiggled my breasts in front of him.

He gazed at me arrogantly and then picked up my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, raising the nipples up roughly with the full weight of my breasts hanging from their delicate flesh.

“To be honest my love,” he drawled releasing my nipples so my heavy breasts slapped down, “they’re not exactly pinky and perky any more.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your tits have gone all saggy, your nipples aren’t where they used to be and they aren’t firm any more, they’re all flaccid and rubbery.”

“That’s rich,” I said, horrified. “You’re the one who got me pregnant and now you’re upset I’ve got saggy tits. You should have been here a month ago, they were huge and pert and I even had milk coming in.”

“You know there is a solution you know, how about if I treated you to a boob job?”

“I would never agree to surgery like that.”

“You don’t have to, there’s a clinic in the city that practices a non-surgical method. You don’t have to agree to anything right now, we could just go along and get some information.”

I eventually agreed, Giles had a very persuasive way about him. I was still a little unsure but I could at least find out more about it. Giles was an addiction, a form of self-harm I was about to take to a new level. But his obvious delight at my agreeing to go to the clinic pleased me so much.

He lay back pulling me onto his stiffening member and gathered my breasts in his two hands.

“You’re going to be so big and beautiful,” he said, at last stretching out his tongue to my quivering nipple.

Chapter Two

The clinic was pleasant, respectable looking, reassuring. We were given a complimentary bottle of champagne. I was nervous and drank a little faster than usual, as the alcohol coursed through my system I began to relax and feel a little giggly.

We were greeted by a Dr Burns, an enthusiastic fit looking guy of about 35. He had short brown hair and soft, kind brown eyes.

“Nice to meet you,” he said holding out his hand. “If you’d like to go through into the consulting room we’ll give you some paperwork to fill out and take some measurements.

In the consulting room I stripped to the waist putting on a surgical gown that opened at the front before being seated in a kind of a dentist’s chair. Dr Burns opened the gown and weighed and measured my breasts.

“The method we use,” he explained, “is hormonal rather than surgical and mimics the changes of pregnancy on the breasts. I believe you want to go back up to a G cup? So that would mean signing up for an increase of about 10 – 12 cm, however as I gather from your partner that he would like firmness and perkiness to be restored, I would recommend going a little larger to be sure that will happen. I would also say that many many people come back wanting to be bigger and of course it’s much cheaper if you do it all now.”

“Will this cost a lot of money?” I asked anxiously.

“Don’t worry about that Princess,” said Giles smiling. “It’s not a problem right now but next time I might not have the money so let’s get it all done in one go.”

Dr Burns left us to discuss things. I returned to the forms and began filling them out, a handsome male nurse brought us some more champagne and, since it was free I bolted down another glass.

If going to a G cup was 12 cm and I need more for perkiness I guessed I should go for 20 cm, that should cover the desire to go bigger too.

“Remember that it’s spread all the way round your chest,” said Giles helpfully reaching out his two hands to gently cup my breasts. “You are going to be so beautiful, I’m not going to be able to leave you alone. How about 28 cm?” He grinned an impish grin and I sighed and ticked the box for 28 cm. The disclaimers and information sheets were ages long and the champagne had really gone to my head so I just signed the forms and gave them to the nurse.

“I’ll fetch Miss Havers to administer the hormones,” said the nurse helpfully.

Miss Havers, the consultant, was a thin grey sour looking woman, she put an IV drip into my arm and set up a bag of hormone laden fluids. I lay back in the chair and let myself drift off to sleep.

I woke up not knowing how much time had passed. Giles was gone and my head hurt but that was nothing compared to the throbbing pain in my breasts. I knew they would be considerably enlarged and somehow I couldn’t bear to look. I raised my hands from my lap and they quickly collided with my protruding nipples which were about 12 cm further out than I expected them to be and hard as rocks. I forced myself to look down. The skin of my breasts was stretched as tight as a drum. They were way bigger than the day my milk came through. The process had obviously worked and by the size of my mammaries I imagined it was now completed but all the same I had a panicky thought about stretchmarks and rang the bell for the nurse.

It was Dr Burns who came in.

“The procedure seems to be working,” he said.

“You can say that again,” I laughed. “I’m glad I signed up for that extra bit of growth.”

“So are we,” he said smiling, “we get so many flat-chested women in here it’s a real treat to get such an ample breasted woman as a patient. And to sign up for such a large increase, you really are very brave!”

“Well it’s only 28 cm, that’s not such a big increase is it?” I asked suddenly feeling uneasy.

His face fell and he paused for a moment.

“Leonora, you didn’t sign up for 28cm, you signed up for 28 inches,” said Dr Burns, lightly touching my arm as he delivered the staggering news.

“Oh my God, this is a terrible mistake,” I said panicking. “Does this mean I’m going to carry on growing? Can you reverse the process!”

Dr Burns rang the bell and summoned Miss Havers who arrived with a smug look on her face.

“Miss Havers, there’s been a mistake and Leonora would like to reduce her growth program,” said Dr Burns.

Miss Havers thin lips widened to a cruel smile as she grasped the IV bag squeezing the last bit of liquid through.

“Sorry dear, I’m afraid the hormones have already been administered, the treatment will have to run its course. We just need to buckle up ready for a week you’ll remember. I did wonder when you filled out the forms why an already generously proportioned woman would sign up for such a gargantuan increase, but who am I to argue dear, you should have read the forms.”

And with that the evil witch Miss Havers left the room. I looked at Dr Burns in despair.

“How big am I going to be?” I asked on the brink of tears.

“I imagine your breasts will eventually reach down your belly to be either side of your elbows, so really….very big,” he said hesitantly, still looking quite concerned, adding: “If it’s any consolation they’re going to be phenomenal.”

Chapter 3

From the moment I saw Leonora I was enchanted by her potential. The average areola is about 6cm across, hers were 12 cm. The average breast weighs a couple of pounds, hers weighed five pounds each.

In short her breasts were large when she arrived so to have her sign up for such a huge increase was terribly exciting for us at the clinic. Of course the size of the increase wasn’t exactly her choice.

Anyway, now that we had her and had performed the procedure I was very anxious for her to see it through. I found myself irresistibly drawn to her, to experiencing her inexorable growth. I care about my patients so when her eyes filled with tears when she realised what was about to happen to her I was moved. I wanted to take her in my arms, tell her how magnificent she was going to be, how loved.

Havers was a prize bitch as usual and that made me feel even more protective of Leonora. Leonora was worried about stretch marks and she was right to be, so I assigned Troy to massage her breasts for a few hours.

Soon her milk would be in and that would calm her down. Although, if she hadn’t read the forms, would she even know what was about to happen to her? I had no idea how she would react or how hard I would have to work to sell her on the idea. But as everyone knows sex sells so I figured if I could link lactation with plain old fashioned desire and sexual titillation, it was going to help. And besides helping, I couldn’t wait to get closer to her.

Chapter Four

The handsome nurse turned out to be called Nurse Troy. He was Londoner of Jamaican extraction with kind eyes, muscular arms and huge pillow like lips.

“Don’t be so sad,” he said sympathetically as he saw my tear streaked face. “It’s not so bad, you’re going to be absolutely gorgeous, and I promise – no stretch marks.”

With that he sat down in front of me placing a metal bowl of warm oil carefully to one side.

“May I?” he asked, gently touching one agonizingly bloated breast.

“Sure” I shrugged.

He proceeded to oil up his hands and gradually massage both breasts, sliding his oily grip from my shoulders down to my nipples. I couldn’t help but let out a little moan of pleasure. Then he picked up my left breast in two hands and began working his thumb and finger either side of my nipple, I moaned again.

“Mmm look at that,” he said appreciatively. I opened my eyes and saw a big drip of milk forming on my teat of a nipple.

“That’s what we’ve been waiting for and it’s come through early, that’s a good sign.”

“Is that how this works then?” I gasped.

Troy laughed and lightly stroked my cheek. “You really didn’t read any of the forms did you.”

I looked down again to see milk drops forming on the other nipple as well and I felt desire stirring between my legs. I had always wanted to nurse. I gasped again.

“Are you OK?” asked the smiling nurse Troy, still massaging away with a towel on his lap to catch the drips of milk. After about ten minutes of massage with me getting more and more turned on, Troy walked over to the intercom.

“Dr Burns to the induction room please,” he said and few minutes later Dr Burns arrived.

“Leonora’s milk is coming in thick and fast,” said Troy smiling.

“Excellent news,” said Dr Burns, “Time for some more measurements.”

He drew in a machine with two metal slings I placed my almost unbearably tender breasts in and the machine did the math.

“Since you came in three days ago your breasts have doubled in size Leonora, congratulations. You’re responding so well to the treatment, better than we could have hoped.”

“Now that you’re lactating we need to drain off your milk. This is partly to relieve some of the pressure you are probably feeling. However it’s also a delicate balance. Milk is produced on demand, if your milk isn’t drained your body will assume it’s unwanted and produce less. If we keep sucking once it’s drained, so called dry sucking, your body will produce more. We don’t need to do that as the hormone therapy will take you to your 28 inch increase and you will be producing considerably more by this time next week. However we need to drain the milk that’s there. I can send for a machine to milk you but if you’d prefer Nurse Troy and I could drain you. Most women find a nice warm mouth rather nicer than that rough old machine, especially the first time.”

I nodded in acquiescence and closed my eyes. Somewhere several inches further out and further down than where my nipples had been just a few days ago, two hot mouths closed around my zepplin like mammaries. A few minutes later I felt it…on both sides – let down. It was like a huge fist clenching inside each giant tit and dragging it down my chest wall. My two devoted sucklings gulped greedily as warm milk sprayed down their throats. I groaned with desire and reached between my legs, I just couldn’t help myself.

“Don’t be embarrassed and please call me William,” whispered Dr Burns. “We want you to feel pleasure, it helps with milk production. Your breasts are now empty so we shouldn’t really suck any more or you’ll increase by even more than 28 inches, but we’d love to see you come so we’ll just lick your nipples little longer, until you do.”

He reached over and with the kindest of smiles handed me what looked like a pebble but felt warm as well as smooth.

“Squeeze it,” he urged me.

I squeezed and it began to vibrate. Nurse Troy gently pushed my hand holding the vibrating ceramic pebble firmly between my legs and then went back to the serious task of licking and sucking my left nipple. As my orgasm blossomed between my legs I arched my back pulling my breasts away, nipples still clenched in their mouths.

At that moment the odious Miss Havers marched in.

“Dr Burns, Nurse Troy what on earth do you think you are doing!”

Chapter Five

“It is expressly forbidden for staff to drain the women being treated here, protocol states the pump must be used, milk outputs measured and hygienic conditions must prevail. Nurse Troy fetch the pump immediately.”

Troy did as he was told but William leapt to my defense. Putting himself between me and Miss Havers he yelled: “You must not pump this woman, her milk is in, she has been thoroughly drained, to dry pump her now will only further stimulate milk production to an inappropriate degree. Leonora was already distressed at having mistakenly agreed to undergoing a very substantial increase….”

“Leonora is it Dr Burns? I’ll thank you not to get overly familiar with the patients and I’ll be the judge of whether the milk is in or not.”

By this time the pump had arrived. My heavy, flaccid breasts were hanging spent down my chest, Miss Havers slapped lubricant over them and took the two rubbery nozzles attached to the pump.

I just sat there, too intimidated and bewildered to say anything.

“There are no signs of milk or engorgement so in my opinion this woman needs more stimulation Dr Burns,” snapped Miss Havers.

“I’m begging you,” yelled William there’s no milk or engorgement because Troy and I took care of it.

Roughly she rammed my nipples into the two funnels, smirking. William launched himself at her but too late. She turned on the machine full pelt. I winced in pain.

Miss Havers stood over me looking smugly vindicated.

“See there’s no milk and certainly no sign of engorgement, I think a good half hour of pumping at the highest setting is indicated Dr Burns,” she said flouncing out of the treatment room.

I moaned but this time in pain. I reached out my hand to William and he rushed to my side and stroked my hair.

“Can’t you turn it off?” I begged.

“I’m so sorry my love, the program can’t be changed without Miss Haver’s password and I couldn’t possibly yank the suction pads off you, you’d be in agony. We’ll have to ride this out.”

“Where’s Giles,” I asked. He didn’t reply.

The machine pulled and my poor breasts burned. When he could no longer stand to see me in such pain he gave me an injection of strong pain relief and minutes later I was floating in bliss wondering who was this strange large-breasted woman being milked like a cow with a handsome doctor by her side.

Chapter Six

I woke up several hours later with Miss Havers standing by my bed. My breasts were throbbing but not yet full again. She was holding an envelope in her hand and as ever had an evil grin on her face.

“Miss Holmes, I just wanted to give you this,” she snarled.

I opened the envelope and to my astonishment it was a bill for £25,000. I had done a lot of gasping since arriving at the clinic, in both pleasure and pain. This time I gasped in shock.

“My partner Giles agreed to take on these expenses,” I said, mustering all my dignity, not that I had much where Giles was concerned, he had disappeared yet again.

“Your partner Giles has been rather hard to reach,” she crooned triumphantly. “And when we did reach him to give him an update on your progress he flatly refused to pay, said he wasn’t interested in a girl with udders.”

Tears stung my eyes, what on earth was I going to do.

“You have two options Miss Holmes, we could discontinue treatment immediately but you’d never manage to cope with the amount of milk you’re making and I’m afraid after a painful few weeks you’d be left with two shriveled sacks on your chest. And you’d still have to find a way to pay for the treatment you’ve had so far.

The alternative is to allow us to sell the milk you make, to enter our dairy program. This involves being milked by machine six times a day until you’ve paid your debt or until you exceed the size of the milking machine.”

“What does that mean?” I asked bewildered.

“The dairy program does tend to stimulate very rapid growth and at a certain point it is no longer viable to extract the milk. It is rare for that to happen before the debt is paid and you can work on for a while to pay for a surgical reduction. Let me know your decision by tonight,” she snapped as she left the room.

Reduction? I was loving my new body and the thought of reduction was abhorrent. That said I was looking forward to my final eight inches of growth being over. How could Giles have bailed just as things were getting so exciting? Suddenly I realised I felt nothing for him any more. Someone new was making my heart flutter.

The thought of being hooked to a machine, the horrible prospect of more brutal rapid growth of it all being over so quickly. But what choice did I have? At that moment Troy came in to fetch me, William wanted me in the treatment room.

Chapter Seven

I couldn’t believe that cow Havers had got away with abusing Leonora like that. Sweet kind beautiful Leonora, drinking her milk had created a special bond between us and I now craved it like a junkie needs drugs.

I sat there next to her, that cruel pump distorting her lovely breasts and distending those delicate nipples. My fury was fuelled by passion, I hated Havers.

Then to make matters worse there was the question of the bill. If she was drained by machine all the time, with such outsize nipples from the outset, very quickly her nipples were going to be so long and large and her areolas so broad that it would be impossible to drain her by mouth. I couldn’t bear to think of her hooked up to a pump until her tits hit her knees. Nor could I bear to think of her going away and her milk drying up, those fabulous mammaries shriveling up and sagging away.

I asked Troy to bring her into the induction room for a check up once her breasts had filled up again. Soon enough she walked in, her pert behind wiggling in her jeans and her bosom swinging in front of her, loose under a tee shirt, her nipples making little wet patches soaking through the fabric and tears running down her face

“Leonora,” I said, “Are you OK?”

“Not exactly, you see apparently I owe the clinic £25,000,” she blurted.

“I know, I heard but please don’t worry, if you’ll allow me to, I’m going to take care of you and take care of this bill issue,” I said kissing her softly on the forehead.

“How?”

“Just relax, I’ll explain things later,” I said soothingly.

I moved each breast carefully into the measuring slings. I was expecting an increase ahead of schedule but even I was very surprised. She had another 48 hours of unpreventable hormonal increase which would normally amount to about 8 inches and she’d already hit the 28 inch increase goal.

She must have picked up on my surprise – probably my sharp intake of breath.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, “Have I not grown enough?”

“You have grown magnificently Leonora,” I said helping her from the scales and pulling her baggy T-shirt back over her. “But I’m afraid to break the news to you that we’re going to rather overshoot the 28 inches, it’s going to be more like 36. I’m so sorry, I hope you can forgive me for the part I’ve played in this.”

“Oh William, you’ve been so kind and…” she paused and leaned closer, “can I tell you a secret?”

I nodded, enjoying the moment of intimacy.

“I love being in milk,’ she whispered, “I love feeding you and I don’t want it to end. I don’t care how big I get, I love it.”

I felt my loins stiffen, I wanted her so badly. I reached out and took her hand.

“There is one way to pay off this bill, although I don’t recommend you do it for long. There’s a thing called the wet nurse program, basically you breast feed clients who want that. They pay money to the clinic, a set fee for wet sucking but if they drain you completely and get into dry sucking then they pay twice as much. It’s a financial incentive for the women to allow themselves to be dry sucked and more milk to be stimulated. That part is Haver’s idea.

It’s an ideal way for you to work off the debt. It also means we can be together.”

She considered the options for a moment. I didn’t mind the idea of her wet nursing, I would make it very clear that the happy endings were to happen below the blanket covering the client or after Leonora had left the room. And some clients were medical rather than sexual. I just didn’t want her to be dry sucked too much. I loved the idea of her getting even bigger but I wanted to be the one to do it.

“I’ll do it,” she said. “I want to be with you and also I love nursing, giving my milk to people is special. And on the subject, William, I’m a little uncomfortable.”

I was aghast that I’d neglected her so. I raised her shirt and latched on to her hard nipple gently placing my hands around her grossly engorged breast. The other breast dribbled obligingly and I pressed a towel to it to absorb the milk while I drained the other, her hard nipple thrusting into my mouth almost filling it.

Strange to feel so close to someone you have not yet made love to. I wanted to pleasure her so badly as my hand reached gently, respectfully between her legs.

Chapter Eight

Thank heavens William managed to persuade Havers to allow me to join the wet nurse program, I don’t know how he did it.

Starting the program was a big change for me. I’d completed my initial growth program and my breasts were 36 inches larger than when I started. My nipples were two inches long and my areolas about five inches across. My breasts weighed 15 pounds each and yielded a liter of milk each per feed per day.

Up until then I’d been very much a patient at the clinic. I had a minimum of my own things and I was monitored all the time. Now I was a wet nurse I was treated like a queen and I was determined to enjoy it. It also meant I was close to William who was in the next building and the main doctor on call for the wet nurses but I had very little necessity to come into contact with Miss Havers apart from the evening weigh in.

Much attention was focused previously on the quantity of milk I produced, in my case loads. Now attention was directed to the quality. All wet nurses were on a strictly organic diet eating only the best foods. On arrival my milk was analysed for nutritional value and calorie content. I was also encouraged to visit the centre gym daily and take plenty of load bearing exercise to compensate for calcium loss through extreme nursing.

On the second day I was fitted for my uniform and I loved it. I wore a medical nurse style tunic made out of a heavy canvas with a zip up the front. The uniform was designed to be supportive to fully laden breasts, to raise them up into an inviting cleavage. Panels of elastic at the sides took care of the fact that I could be quite a different size from one moment to the next.

I loved wearing the uniform, I’d spent the last few weeks half naked with my hefty bosom swinging around, I was unused to being this size, my breasts bumped into things, they wobbled and swung while I walked, it was humiliating. When naked my mammaries lodged into the crooks of my elbows, in the uniform they were an inch or so higher and the unruly armfuls of flesh were compressed slightly into two stately mounds.

However, what I didn’t like so much was that they made me wear heels. Apparently the clients like it but I found it very trying to totter along corridors and up and down stairs in six inch heels with my new fleshy lobes wobbling away in front of me. There was no way to see past them and see my feet or the steps.

I was required to feed five times a day with the feeds spread out from 7am to 7pm. The three remaining milkings had to be done another way. The night before I was about to start William came to my room as usual.

“I need to teach you something important,” he said. “You need to know how to hand express.”

Gently he showed me how to take my nipple between finger and thumb, to squeeze back and down. In no time at all great jets of milk were squirting out.

“After you’ve fed a client, always make sure both sides are balanced, hand express as much as you can and spend as little time as possible on the machine.”

I’ll never forget the moment when I teetered down the stairs to my first feeding. The feeding rooms were pleasant with high stools for the nurse to sit on and couches of adjustable height for the feeder. A very thin young man was lying under a blanket on the couch, he’d had chemotherapy and he believed in the healing power of milk. I’d been chosen to feed him because of the high nutritional value of my milk.

I sat down on the stool and rolled it the short distance to him before lowering the couch a little. His face was now parallel with my nipple. I undid my zip and unleashed my bosom and then had to laugh because I needed to lower the couch once again.

“I don’t really know my own size,” I giggled.

“Your size is pretty huge,” he smiled weakly. “It’s also really unusual that your nipples are still on the front of your breast, most of the nurses here have already keeled.”

Gripping my tit in both hands as I’d been taught I moved my nipple carefully between his lips, pushing them apart. His suck was weak, gentle, so much so I relaxed completely and felt a pleasant glow melt from my belly to my pubis. Once he had finished drinking I prepared the other side.

“I can’t manage that I’m afraid,” he said sadly. “I guess you’ll have to go off to the pump and I know from the other nurses that you hate that. I love the taste of your milk, can I buy what they pump out?

“As far as I’m concerned it’s yours,” I said. I hated the idea that I had to go off to the pump and he had to pay, this poor unwell man. I had an idea and took out the bottle and funnel I now always kept in my bag.

“I’ll express it for you,” I said.

“You’ll be punished if they see you,” he warned. I looked over my shoulder at the camera on the wall. If I angled my body as if I was feeding him I could squeeze the litre or so of milk in my other tit into the bottle which he could then take home.”

“Thank you,” he murmured as I heaved my breasts back into my uniform, sneaked the bottle into his bag and helped him to the door.

Chapter Nine

Most of my clients were like that, William had asked that I be given as many medical customers as possible. That evening at our nightly breast weigh in I met some of the other nurses. Some were bigger than me, most were smaller but much saggier from what I could see. Most of them had breasts swinging somewhere around their navel.

The girl in front of me, Norma, was absolutely huge and not just in the bosom department. Obesity was unusual in wet nurses as feeding uses up so many calories and we all had strict gym regimes. When Norma reached the front of the queue and unleashed her giant chest to be weighed I was stunned, her nipples were firmly on the underside of her floppy boobs which reached to the tops of her legs.

It was the odious Miss Havers who was weighing.

“I’m sorry Norma but the moment you have been expecting has come,” she said tartly. “Your breasts are simply too large for the human mouth to milk, we had several complaints today from your clients that they were getting nothing from you. I’m going to have to transfer you to the dairy program.”

“Can I work off my debt there?” asked Norma, clearly distressed.

“If your yield is high enough but there is a concern that by continuing as a wet nurse despite being too large you may have been under-stimulated for some time and your yield may be down. It remains to be seen.

Let this be a warning to all of you,” she announced to the room as Norma was led off to the diary on the other side of the building.

“As if it was her fault, as if it wasn’t inevitable,” whispered the girl behind me.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Don’t be naïve, with all the sucking and kneading we are all growing all the time and then at the end of every feed there’s always a while on the pump. It may be slower than in the dairy program but we’re all heading for the same place and that’s down. My nipples barely fit in guys’ mouths now.”

“Miss Havers is bad for adding bulk and Dr Burns and Nurse Troy love keeling girls, half the girls are close to unmilkable when they get here.”

“What is keeling?” I asked, I’d heard the word earlier but I was afraid of what the answer would be.

“It’s when your nipples finally reach the end of the line - the underside of your tit!” she practically spat out the words. “Surely you remember the day it happened to you?”

“It hasn’t,” I confessed.

“I don’t believe you,” she hissed, yanking down my zip so my breast fell out. Although it was deflated and sucked dry, my nipple was still clinging to the front of it.

“Fuck’s sake,” she snarled. “Next you’ll be telling me you don’t have any debts to work off.”

Norma had mentioned debt too, surely not everyone in the clinic had been abandoned by the boyfriend who offered to pay for their boob job?

“What, everyone’s working off debts….?”

At that moment we reached the front of the queue and she stepped forward to be weighed.

The terrible truth began to dawn on me. I had been duped, duped into allowing my breasts to be deformed beyond recognition, duped into nursing for a living and allowing myself to be treated like a prize heifer. The worst of it was that William simply had to be in on it.

There was only one thing to do, I had to run away.

Chapter Ten

In the course of a day I tasted a great deal of breast milk and I won’t deny I liked that part of my job but Leonora’s was different, I’d never tasted anything like it. With our other patients I reveled in forced growth. I won’t deny I loved the keeling moment and Troy and I weren’t above hastening its arrival despite the fact that the women were often found it upsetting. More so even that the first moments of engorgement.

It’s a little sadistic I know, but it’s also magnificent, a newly engorged fat lobe with a big downward pointing nipple being sucked viciously by a pump that can work twice as fast now everything is moving in the same direction – down. From the moment of keeling a breast can often double in size in less than a week and with careful management it doesn’t have to be painful.

But Leonora was different, I wanted to enjoy every moment of the process, make it last as long as possible, I was prepared to wait for years before she keeled. What’s more I wanted to do something I never did with the other women, I wanted to make love to her, hold her in my arms, make her pregnant.

Her kindness made me feel ashamed of so many things I had done, she made me want to change, but how?

When I opened her letter I was devastated, I didn’t blame her for being angry but I wanted a chance to explain for myself. I was also sick with worry about what would happen to her now. Women lactating to that extent need care and are vulnerable to all kinds of fetishists, it was a big bad world out there.

Chapter Eleven

In theory we were free to come and go, in reality I was leaving at five in the morning and through the back door. I packed up my few possessions into a bag and put it in a locker at the railway station. I needed to buy some clothes, notably a bra, something to make me look more normal then I was going to grab a train going anywhere.

By 7am my body was ready to feed, thank God William had taught me to hand express, but I couldn’t bear to pour my milk down a toilet. I found a quiet corner of the park and “watered” the flowers, hating the indignity of it.

When the department store opened I was at the doors and went straight for the lingerie department. I grabbed the largest bras I could find, I was hardly selecting for beauty. In the changing room’s harsh light I was struck as if for the first time by the reality of my body, I looked like a cartoon. The bras were a 44H, just about the largest size you can usually find. The band that went around my back was practically ten inches too big but if I could get a cup to fit I could have the back sewn. The cups, well they covered more than my nipple but they were plainly inadequate. I resolved to ask the assistants, two bitchy looking women who didn’t seem to have much to do.

They stared unashamedly at my bust and then looked at each other knowingly.

“I’ll do a fitting for you,” said one, leading me lethargically to a changing room.

She measured me and then sighed.

“Well you would be a 34 if it wasn’t for the fact that your cup size is off the scale. I’m afraid bras for women like you have to be custom made. They cost at least £200 each so it’s not worth doing unless you’re sure you won’t be changing size.”

She was right, I was probably going to change size, perhaps shrink a little now I wouldn’t be feeding all the time.

“Do you have anything I could just use for support just to stop them sagging and feel a bit more decent?” I asked.

“Stopping them from sagging now is like closing the stable door after the horse has bolted,” she said smugly lifting my shirt so we were both looking at my reflection in the mirror.

“On that score you have nothing left to lose dear. As for decency, it’s an odd request from a woman like you.”

“I have no idea what you mean!” I exclaimed, outraged and ran from the changing rooms. The other assistant was on the phone but still glared at me.

I made a mental note never to run again unless I was being chased by a wild animal or something. My breasts were bouncing around so madly I had to hold them with two hands to regain my balance and milk was dribbling down my front. People stared.

I got outside and sat in a bus stop outside the shop doors and burst into tears, my head in my hands resting my bosom on my knees. Suddenly I heard a voice and a hand was placed gently on my shoulders.

“Can I help you at all, you seem so upset,” said a tall man who had sat down next to me. He was in his fifties and well dressed, respectable looking.

I mumbled something about boyfriend trouble and he nodded sympathetically.

“Look I know this is a bit forward, but I live just up the next street and you look like you need a cup of tea and somewhere to sit for a while. Would you like to come with me?”

Under normal circumstances alarm bells would have been ringing but I was so tired and upset I agreed. I walked with him to his flat in a reassuringly elegant building.

As soon as I heard him lock the door behind us as we walked in, I knew I’d made a terrible mistake but he’d taken the key and put it in his pocket. I decided to play the innocent.

“Nice flat,” I said limply.

“Have a wander around, I’ll make tea,” he suggested.

I don’t know what I expected to find in the next room but it certainly wasn’t what I saw. Norma, the girl who got thrown off the wet nurse progam the night before was tied naked to a bed, her breasts practically purple with engorgement.

On the walls were a multitude of pictures of a hugely obese woman, clearly too large to walk and tied to the same bed.

At that moment I heard a noise behind me a felt the needle of a syringe pierce my buttock, everything went black.

Chapter Twelve

I woke up strapped to the armchair facing Norma.

“Hey are you awake,” she whispered.

“Yes,” I replied. “Who is this guy, why is he holding us captive?”

“He’s a feeder, his last girlfriend – the 24 stone babe you see in the photos – died of a heart attack a few months ago at the age of 35. She was petite when she met him but he held her prisoner here and fed her until she was so fat she couldn’t walk.”

“I’m coming up for the fourth feed I’ve missed since I ran away from the clinic, I’m in agony.”

I was nearing feeding time myself and at the thought of it made my breasts let down a little.

“Is it just chance that we, two wet nurses, should wind up here?” I asked, surely it had to be more than chance.

“There’s no chance involved, Havers caught me trying to run away and handed me right over to him, he drugged me and brought me here. I heard him on the telephone getting a tip off about where you’d be, I’d bet anything that was her too.”

The sight of the lingerie assistant on the phone flashed through my mind.

“We have to get out of here,” I said decisively, we have to get him to untie one of us and I have an idea.

The next time our captor came in the room I smiled my most winsome smile.

“Victor, I’m hungry,” I whined. “Have you got anything really high calorie?”

“Sure,” he said, looking pleased but suspicious. He went to the kitchen and came back with a box of jelly cream donuts. He began feeding me with them piece by piece.

“You see my boobs Victor?” I mumbled through the donuts.

He nodded.

“Huge aren’t they?”

He nodded again.

“I want the rest of me to be just as huge, more in proportion, can you help me with that Victor?”

Victor nodded again.

“Well in that case why don’t you let Norma here and I feed each other with the highest calorie stuff you can possibly get? Breast milk.”

“Alright, I suppose,” he said, “is it really that high calorie?”

“You’d better believe it, you should see the size of some of the nurses at the clinic who drink it daily,” I retorted.

“Alright,” he said again. “But one at a time.”

He untied me and I walked over to Norma, kneeling at her breast.

I lay in her lap and pulled her bulging nipple over into my mouth. The milk was so backed up it took a few sucks and squeezes to get it flowing but in no time it was running down my throat. Weird, sucking another woman’s nipple.

“Problem is, Victor,” I said, “Her other breast is leaking while I feed and it’s a waste, could you bring a bowl so I can catch the milk and drink it afterwards.”

Victor left to fetch a suitable container and I sprang into action. I swiftly untied Norma grabbing a bathrobe from the back of the door that she hastily pulled over her voluptuous form. Milk was still pouring from the breast I had suckled.

We crept out into the hall only to be met by Victor waving a knife. He grabbed Norma and pulled up her breast raising the knife to it.

“Don’t move or she gets a DIY mastectomy,” he yelled.

Norma was screaming like a stuck pig, I was half naked, what could I do.

Suddenly there was a deafening crash and the door burst open. William and Troy quickly overwhelmed Victor and, covering Norma and I with their jackets, rushed us out to the car.

Chapter Thirteen

It was clear something had to be done about Havers, but in the meantime I needed to get these two ladies to safety. The fear response had caused them both to let down an extraordinary amount of milk and they were shivering in the back of my car.

We dropped Norma off at her ex husband’s house, a modest semi in the suburbs. He opened the door his eyes full of compassion and she fell into his arms.

I took Leonora back to the flat Troy and I share, a modern penthouse flat near the clinic. She went straight for the bathtub and then emerged wrapped in a fluffy towel. We curled up on the sofa in front of an open fire. Once Troy had respectfully retired to his room, she began asking the questions she needed to be answered.

“It was no accident that my breasts were made so huge was it?” she asked.

“No,” I admitted, “although it was such a large increase I did think Havers had gone way too far this time.”

“And these debts, fictitious aren’t they?” to an extent. In your case we really couldn’t get hold of Giles but £25k is way over the actual price.

I hung my head in shame.

“Leonora, I want to change, I’ve done some awful things to women because I was so turned on my their milk, I craved it and needed it, but now I just want you.”

“You don’t have to force women to lactate you know,” she said softly. “I can’t imagine my body without milk now and I’m sure others could be convinced too. Perhaps one day we could run a clinic in a way where women consent to being induced and we actually do some good in the world.”

At that moment I couldn’t have loved her more. I no longer needed to ask, I could nurse from her when I wanted and that knowledge was bliss. But this time I did not stop at her breast as I worked my way down her body kissing every inch easing away the fluffy towel wrapped around her. I was going to another special place. She was warm and wet and ready for me.

“Leonora, you have become so special to me I want to make love to you.”

“I want that too,” she said simply.

She sat on top of me and we began to move together like waves in the ocean. I sensed her mounting excitement waiting to let myself go. At the moment of climax her breasts let down and I was bathed in milk.

Lying together in post coital glow, there was one last thing to deal with. What were we going to do about Havers.

Chapter Fourteen

The next morning over breakfast we explained the plan to Troy, the clinic had to be shut down before more young women were enslaved there. I told him how sure I was that we could convince other women to become wet nurses voluntarily

“Perhaps you could start with my girlfriend,” he answered, looking rather surprised when I said I’d be delighted. He called her right away.

Millie walked in an hour later. She was mixed race with a mother from St Lucia and a father from Ireland. She had honey coloured skin, high plump breasts and buttocks and generally a race horse of a body. Troy had told her the basics of what went on at the clinic and she had sworn never to go near the place.

I took her through into the bedroom and told her of the joy I’d known from the moment I had felt milk swelling inside me and bursting from my body. I told her how deep the relationship was between a woman and a man who had been nursed by that woman. I told her how hungry Troy was for my milk and how much more he would like to drink hers.

Then we went back through and William explained the nature of the hormonal induction method and how she could genuinely choose how big she wanted to go and how much milk to produce in the first instance.

At the moment when she agreed, Troy wept for joy and then, quite unexpectedly went down on one knee.

“Marry me Millie,” he said, grinning.

“Keel me Troy,” she replied.

Chapter Fifteen

It was an astonishing turn around, that Millie who had always despised the clinic should agree to such a staggering increase in breast size. Of course we had agreed to do everything in our power to shut down the clinic so the treatment would have to take place using supplies we had horded at home.

First we made Millie comfortable on the bed, then I hooked up the drip. It would take several hours to go through so we left Millie with Leonora, nursing contentedly.

Troy and I made a phone call and went back to the clinic. It wasn’t hard to find Havers and it wasn’t hard to overpower her and force her into the induction chair.

“You wouldn’t dare, you wouldn’t do that to me,” she screamed.

“Why not?” I asked. “You have deformed and distended thousands of women unnecessarily and completely against their will. What kind of an increase would you like to sign up for Miss Havers, 50 cm oh sorry I thought you said 50 inches,” I mocked hanging up an IV drip.”

By the time Troy was holding her down and I held the needle to her arm, she was weeping.

“Please no, not me, I don’t want to be milked like a cow.”

I removed the needle.

“No Havers, that won’t be your fate,” I snarled. “It’s too good a fate for you, you will never know the love, warmth and femininity that goes with that. I have something much worse planned for you.”

At that moment Victor walked through the door holding a syringe, but before Havers lost consciousness I made sure she heard me say: “Don’t stop ‘til she’s at least 20 stone Victor boy.”

Chapter Sixteen

I still look back with fond memories on Millie’s induction day, she had opted to go straight to keeling, that is to increase her breasts and nipples to a size where the nipples hung vertically down on the underside of huge udder-like breasts. I had the greatest of respect for that decision, I would happily have keeled, even doubled the size of my own.

And things would be going more slowly for Millie that day than they had for me at the clinic. The four of us planned to make the induction last a month, a glorious month.

When Troy and William arrived back Millie was dozing happily. They each settled down to nurse from me.

“William, I’d like to keel, I’d like to be bigger,” I said playfully. “I’d like my nipples to be either side of my belly button.”

William gulped down the last of his feed.

“Well I’ll make you grow then, over the next month as Millie grows. Troy and I can devise a dry sucking program. But please, no keeling yet, there’s no way back from that, I will keel you but I want you to wait.”

And at that he and Troy began to dry suck me, my breasts burned and tingled and I knew every suck added bulk and weight to my mammoth mammaries, making them loll further and further down my body.

And a couple of months later at our double wedding, Millie and I lolled down the aisle, squeezed into our dresses, our huge tits were like beachballs on the front of our bodies. No doubt even more eyebrows would have been raised, had their precious cargo and the nature of our marriages been made public.

Leonora, January 5, 2012

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