Milk Drunk

Beth could scarcely believe her eyes. When she saw the job advertised online, she’d fully expected it to be some sort of scam. She’d sent off her application on a whim, expecting no reply at best and a bunch of spam at worst. Instead, a rather professional email with a number of documents and an online appointment form had appeared in her inbox. Even a few weeks ago she would have dismissed the idea but she was getting desperate and if there was even a chance this was a real job, she had to take it. The risk had paid off so it seemed because here it was;

The Hathor Foundation.

Instead of some crumbling shed out of a slasher flick she was greeted with a grand estate surrounded by rolling fields of green grass. The gilded gateway open and welcoming, they even had pamphlets and a sign directing her up the stone pathway to the entrance. Still uncertain, she took out her phone, opening the original email and rereading the opening lines to ensure she hadn’t misunderstood anything.

‘The Hathor Foundation is dedicated to the production and promotion of high-quality breast milk for a variety of purposes! In this era of formula costs skyrocketing, we are here to ensure no child will go hungry. Or adult for that matter. As a healthy alternative to cow’s milk, we here at Hathor want to destigmatise the consumption of human milk and compensate those women who provide it.’

The pamphlet then went on to discuss the health advantages of breast milk, how it was better for the environment and how their group came to exist but that was of little interest to Beth. What she cared about was the compensation. She’d been out of work for months now, in fact she’d used the last of her pocket change to get a bus out here. Selling breast milk was a little strange but at this point it was either this or becoming a street walker.

She pushed open the door to the opulent building and was met with a reception. In contrast to the stately stone manor the inside looked almost like a doctor’s office. Complete with those trashy magazines strewn across the coffee table. The woman behind the desk looked up from her computer and gave her a warm smile.

“Hello there, Beth perchance?”

“Yes, that’s me.” She was still so bewildered this place was real she almost forgot to reply.

“Did you get our welcome package?” The woman asked, typing away “we sent it to… an email starting with Smitten Kitten?”

Beth felt her cheeks flush. Instead of her regular email she’d signed up with her old school one, as she did with all sketchy sites. She could hardly change it now though, what was she supposed to say? ‘Sorry I used that email because I wondered you were a scammer who was gonna flood my inbox with spam’?

That would go over really well, she was sure.

Even after she’d opened the welcome email and selected a day to come in, she’d been too suspicious to open any of the attachments.

“I uh, I booked in my appointment but I didn’t see any information about the whole process.” She stammered before adding, “I’m not very good with techy things.”

A boldfaced lie but it was the sort people at all times believed from her without question. When they saw a bubbly blonde with big tits giggling about how confusing computers are they just smiled and nodded as if that was exactly what they expected her to say. This woman was no exception, simply handing over several papers with a sympathetic wince.

“Why don’t you take a seat and read over them while we wait for one of the doctors to be available?”

Beth almost skipped over to the couch. The fact that this place was real and her money troubles were over, at least for a little while, buoyed her. The documents explained the process and it actually seemed legitimate and fairly scientific. A few days here of controlled diet and hormone shots would stimulate production, then she would spend two weeks being pumped three times a day and paid depending on the output. Her smile widened, not only was she gonna get paid for sitting around letting a machine do all the work but she’d get room and board as well!

Interesting part covered she skimmed the rest of the legal documents; pages of tiny font and esoteric words she was too excited to properly comprehend. After flicking through for a few minutes, she felt her eyes beginning to glaze with boredom and she signed the dotted line at the back. Nobody actually read the terms and conditions these days anyway, not even for this kind of thing. There couldn’t be anything that crucial in there anyway, if there were side effects how bad could they possibly be?

~

After a while the receptionist informed her a doctor was ready to see her and she was show down a corridor and ushered into an office. She felt her suspicions return slightly; the man who greeted her looked about as far from a doctor as she could imagine. Tall, muscular and tanned, he looked ready to step onto a runway, if it weren’t for the white medical coat around his shoulders Beth would have assumed she’d walked into the wrong room.

“Welcome Beth, I’m Dr. Randall Cranston, but you can call me Randy. I’ll be over seeing your stay here.”

He held out a hand and she shook it, despite his looks he certainly sounded professional. His bright eyes sparkled, were she a few years younger and less experienced Beth may even have swooned.

“Let’s start with your physical exam.”

She blushed, somehow, she’d just assumed the doctors conducting anything like that would be female.

“Don’t be shy.” He gave her a trusting smile, “I’m a professional, women’s bodies are my field of study.”

Of course, she just had to treat this like a regular doctor’s physical. Despite the clinical nature she still felt awkward stripping off her clothes in front of a strange man. Randy had politely turned his back, not that it made any difference as he was gonna see everything anyway but Beth appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

Swallowing down her nerves she told him she was ready. True to his word Randy’s gaze was professional as he turned, looking her up and down the same way a coach looked at his athletes and she began to relax. At least he wasn’t some letch. She stepped forward as he motioned to her, allowed him to take her weight and measurements, doing her best not to blush when he wrapped the tape around her breasts.

“You’re just the sort of woman we are looking for,” he smiled, “well developed. What’s your cup size?”

She stared at him incredulously for a moment before he added.

“For the pumping machines, we need to ensure the suction is secure but not painful.”

“Oh,” that was so obvious now that she wondered about it, “24C.”

Randy nodded thoughtfully and Beth felt bad for distrusting him. Who was she to judge somebody on their looks?

“The hormones will increase your bust size fairly significantly. With this is a starting base you’ll likely end up in the high Ds, maybe even an E.”

“Oh wow, I don’t have anything to wear that size.” She admitted sheepishly, maybe she should have read over those documents before she came in after all.

“Not to worry.” Randy waved off her concern, “when you need a new bra or shirt just let us know. We have a variety to loan you. All new for each client.”

After he was done measuring, he went about the rest of her exam; checking her eyes, reflexes and such. If she was honest, Beth wondered it was a bit much, checking things like her teeth and ears that had nothing to do with her ability to produce milk. Then again, those brochures and pamphlets had boasted that the foundation cared about producing only the highest quality products. Perhaps her general health would impact the quality of her milk.

“You seem to be in fine health.” Randy concluded, “If you are comfortable, I can give you your first hormone shot now and one of the nurses will be glad to show you to where you’ll be staying.”

“May as well get started!” Beth replied, the sooner they started pumping the sooner she got paid.

Randy gave an affirmative nod and swiftly produced a syringe which he filled with a milky white fluid from a phial in his pocket. One sharp jab into her left breast and it was done. She had expected such a large needle to hurt more but Randy was clearly very skilled at his job. He bade her a good afternoon and called in a new nurse to show her to her temporary quarters.

“My name’s Heather.” The nurse said, “I’ll be your liaison while you’re here. If you have any questions or concerns, just ask me!”

Beth couldn’t help but cast her eyes over Heather’s uniform, if it could even be called that. It looked more like one of those sexy nurse Halloween costumes you saw online, with a short skirt and far too much cleavage to possibly be considered professional. Her considerable bust was almost spilling out of the neckline. Could you even call it a neckline when it descended past the armpits? Her gaze mustn’t have been as subtle as she’d intended because Heather gave her a demure smile.

“I occasionally help on during the lean milking days.” She smiled, “Getting fully undressed is such a hassle. Come on, let me show you to your room.”

Cheeks burning with embarrassment Beth followed on silently. After worrying so much about the doctor being a perv, here she was getting caught staring at a woman’s chest. So much for a good impression. They walked the long white halls for a few minutes and the décor changed from the clinical, clean style of a doctor’s office into that of a hotel. With long halls filled with numbered rooms.

“Here we are.” Heather announced, opening door 15.

Beth wasn’t sure what she was expecting her room to look like but it wasn’t this. With the rest of the building looking somewhat stately she was shocked to discover her room was quaint and rustic in design. It almost looked like some kind of luxury barn, with exposed timber floors and panelling. The plush white bed looked decidedly out of place against the far wall.

“You are free to enjoy the gardens and surrounds while you are here.” Heather told her as she placed down her backpack, “So long as you are back here for your meals and milking appointments.”

She pointed to the schedule on the wall, she was scheduled for three sessions a day, each taking place right after her numerous meals.

“Each session will vary in length.” Heather informed her, “It will depend on your output. For now, just relax and enjoy yourself.”

Beth gave her a cheery wave and closed the door, waiting a few seconds to ensure she was alone before launching herself onto the bed. Bouncing on the plush mattress she giggled. She couldn’t believe her luck!

~

A knock at her door a few hours later bought dinner; a nurse holding a silver closh smiled as her and placed it down at the small table in the corner. It was like room service at a five-star hotel!

Beth’s excitement diminished somewhat when the nurse lifted the lid though, revealing a fairly bland looking meal: a bowl of what looked like muesli topped with white yogurt, a tall glass of milk and a side of something that looked a lot like grass. It looked more like breakfast for a health nut than any dinner she’d ever had.

“Alfalfa.” The nurse provided helpfully pointing to the ‘grass’, “this diet was specially designed to help with milk production. The yogurt and milk were produced here fresh this morning!”

“This is…breastmilk?” The liquid seemed thicker than the usual supermarket fare.

“Absolutely, we use it in all our dairy here.” The nurse smiled, “like our mission statement says, we want to destigmatise the consumption of human milk. So naturally, we serve it ourselves! Enjoy!”

Beth smiled awkwardly, glad the nurse left quickly. With a sigh she sat down to eat her meal, it wasn’t what she’d have picked but hey, it was free. She could use some of her hard-earned cash on a double bacon cheeseburger once she left.

With some trepidation she lifted the glass to her mouth, surprised to discover that she liked the taste. It was rich, creamy and somewhat sweeter than regular cow’s milk and she gulped it down eagerly. The yogurt was much the same and mixed with the muesli the meal managed to go down without hassle. The alfalfa on the other hand not only looked like grass, it tasted like it. She shovelled it into her mouth in one go before quickly forcing it down with the last of the milk. Despite the meals light appearance, she actually found herself feeling full and sleepy. With a content smile she laid down on the soft bed and for the first time in months, fell asleep quickly.

~

The next morning Beth woke with an uncomfortable groan. Her chest felt tight and her feet ached. Pulling back the bedspread she looked down at her body: her breasts were swollen and straining against her nightgown, hard nipples prominent. Randy hasn’t been kidding when he said her cup size would increase, though she was surprised at the speed. She winced as her feet touched the floor, they were swollen and tender except for the soles. As she gently massaged them with her fingers, she was shocked to find the pads of her feet were leathery, almost hard. Was this a side effect of the hormones? Maybe she should have read that disclaimer more closely.

She removed her nightgown with no small amount of struggle to discover that it wasn’t just her breasts that had grown in the night. Her nipples and the areola surrounding then had nearly doubled in size! No doubt to help with the milk flow, nonetheless she still felt a little embarrassed looking at them. A knock at the door broke her reverie.

“Just a minute!” She shouted, hurried wiggling her hips into a pair of jeans and throwing on a shirt from her bag. The material stretched uncomfortably across her bust but she had no better options.

Heather appeared with yet another closh, Beth’s face fell slightly when she saw the same meal as last night presented.

“Is every meal the same?” She asked, heart sinking as Heather nodded.

“This diet is specially designed to react with the hormones to aid in production.” She answered, “Speaking of.”

She produced a large needle, filled with that same liquid as yesterday. Feeling a little self-conscious of her new and improved breasts Beth reluctantly raised her shirt and allowed Heather to inject her. She was sure now that the skin was so sensitive this needle would hurt more than the last but if anything, it was even less painful. That at least she was thankful for.

“I’ll leave you to eat your breakfast.” Heather smiled, “The Milking Room is just down the stairs and to the left when you are done.”

“I thought it would take a few days before I could be…milked.” Beth replied, blushing at the last word.

“It varies, looking at you now, I’d say you’re ready for a session.”

Beth gave her an affirmative nod as she gulped down the muesli. The sooner she got milked, the sooner she could make money. Idly she thought if this was a different recipe, the taste was certainly improved from last night.

~

Beth couldn’t help but feel it was somewhat degrading to call it a ‘Milking Room’. It was accurate, but still, there was a level of degradation to the term she didn’t love. Unsure what the protocol was she knocked, waiting until the familiar voice of Randy called out to her. She sighed with relief, Randy she knew was a gentleman at least. Part of her had been concerned she’d discover some sweaty technician in charge of the process. As she opened the door the first thing that came to mind for her was a dentist’s office. A plush reclining chair was poised in the middle of the room with several machines hooked up to it. Her eyes were immediately draw to the large suction cups sitting on the medical table on its right.

Randy gave her a welcoming smile.

“Beth, I am so glad you are responding well, take a seat.” He waved her over to the chair.

She was about to take a seat when he cleared his throat, eyes shifting to her chest and back.

Oh.

Doing her best to not seem awkward she removed her shirt, she would have to throw it away when she got home, the material was stretched beyond repair. The seat was plush and Randy was the consummate professional as he went about attaching the large silicone suction cups to her swollen breasts.

“Ready?”

She nodded, swallowing down her nerves.

Randy turned his back to her and began twisting a number of dials as the machine rumbled to life. A moment later a gentle pressure began to squeeze her breasts before loosening and tightening again. A moan escaped her mouth, much to her embarrassment, luckily Randy either didn’t notice or was too polite to opinion.

A few moments later she watched, fascinated, as a stream of milk was pulled from her nipple and into the tubing; the pressure in her breasts instantly lessening and causing pleasure to radiate across her chest. For a few minutes this continued, the steady stream of milk becoming thicker as the machine began to pump more strongly. Beth relaxed, enjoying the wonderful sensation of being milked when she began to realise the pleasure was pooling in her lower stomach. Steadily growing in a way that was making her wet between the legs. She turned her gaze further down, horrified to realise a small patch of said wetness was beginning to appear on the front of her shorts.

Oh God. She was getting turned on by the machine.

She glanced over at Randy, thankfully still looking at the readout on his screen and not at her. What was she gonna do? There was nothing she could do nothing to stop the machine now, not when the milk was still flowing from her. Yet that rhythmic squeezing was beginning to make her heart race. With each suck her nipples were tweaked further, sending sparks flying beneath her skin.

She had to withstand. Had to just hold on until she was fully milked and then she could excuse herself and deal with the lingering horniness in the nearest bathroom. Or supply closet. Or hell, hallway; at the rate she was going she’d be lucky if she made it out of this room!

Her hips were beginning to buck against her will, desperately seeking friction for her aching pussy. It began to throb with need, matching the squeezes of the machine. Beth bit down on her lip but the pain couldn’t distract her. She could feel each drop of milk being drawn out of her aching breasts and made them ever more sensitive. The pleasure, it was too much…

It was building…

Her insides tightening…

So close to the edge…

So close-!

Her whole body shuddered as orgasm overtook her. Unable to hold back a shaky moan escaped despite her attempts to stop it and milk burst forth from both her breasts, filling the tubes completely. The pump continued to work, teasing out the pleasure until finally she stopped shaking and the milk dwindled to a trickle.

Randy gave her a polite smile, turning round and unhooking her as her face burned with humiliation.

“I’m so sorry I just-“

“No need to apologise.” He cut in, “it happens a lot and is perfectly natural. The hormones increase breast sensitivity after all.”

“Right.” Had he mentioned that? She wasn’t sure.

“As a matter of fact, we have other machines that can help with such urges during the milking process.” He continued, “maybe we will use one if this continues tomorrow, eh?”

She just nodded, feeling heat burn across her face. She left the room in hurry and spent the next few hours mentally preparing for her next session. By the time lunch rolled around she was focused and ready, head full of very unsexy thoughts. Unfortunately, after she gulped down her lunch she began to feel strange, almost tipsy. That warm relaxation soothed her muscles and stresses away but also made it hard to hold any single wondered in her mind. The moment the pumps began she was getting wet, this time cumming well before she was finished. She had no choice but to lay back and let the machine continue to pleasure her till it was almost painful.