Experimental Expression Ch. 02

The next morning, Iris awoke to the sun streaming in through the windows. She stretched in bed, feeling well-rested. She took in her surroundings, reminding herself where she was.

Her body felt warmer than usual, heat pooling in her groin, her breasts tingling and sore. Still laying down, she brought her hands up to her chest, running them over her breasts. They were already noticeably bigger, her nipples stiff and sensitive under the dressing gown. She got up and walked to the small bathroom, pulling up the gown to see what they looked like. Visibly, she couldn't quite tell that they had expanded, except that her nipples were slightly darker. She fondled one breast with her hand and pinched a nipple, and was slightly startled when a pearl of liquid appeared with very little provocation.

"Wow, that stuff works fast..." she said aloud. There was a light knock on the door to the room, and Iris dropped the gown back in place. She heard the lock turn, and the door opened. There was the nurse from before?Cindy, said her scrubs?and she was carrying a small tray with breakfast and a capped syringe on it.

"Good morning! I hope you slept well. Here's your breakfast," Cindy said, walking over to the small table and setting the tray down. She picked up the syringe and turned towards Iris. "First things first, if you don't mind," she said, gesturing for Iris to lift up her gown. Iris obliged, leaning forward against the cushy armchair in the room. Again, the cool alcohol swab followed by a pinch, and the nurse pulled away.

"All done! Good job, you're one of the easiest ones I've had yet. Have some breakfast. Someone'll come get you in about an hour to take you down to the milking room and show you around, and we'll set you up for your first expression."

"Okay, thank you," Iris said, and Cindy left the room, closing the door behind her. Iris glanced at the tray on the table. Coffee, oatmeal, scrambled eggs. Not too bad, she thought. She dug in, hungrier than she realized. Something about the hormones must be making her need more food, she thought, to produce more milk. At the thought of being milked, a bolt of pleasure shot through her, and her clit twitched. As she ate, Iris reached a hand under her gown and played with one of her nipples, producing a small wet spot on the front of her gown. The sensation turned her on more, and she reached down and slid a finger into her vagina, simultaneously grinding her clit against her hand. Her breasts felt so good, so heavy and full. Heat radiated from the injection point on her ass and spread through her body, and she gasped as she touched herself faster and faster, coming to climax quicker than she ever had. She gripped the edge of the table, panting, her heart rate slowly returning to normal, but the arousal not abating.

Better get used to this, she thought, and picked up her coffee to take a sip.

After breakfast, Iris laid on the bed reading a novel she had brought until

another knock came on the door, and it opened to reveal a new person, another scientist in a white coat. The researcher smiled warmly at Iris, who hopped up off the bed and walked over.

"Good morning, I hope you enjoyed your first night here. I'm here to escort you to the milking room," she poker oyna said, and Iris nodded. "Come, this way." The scientist led Iris down the hallway, making a series of turns before they reached one that dead-ended in a pair of double doors. The researcher pushed through the doors and into a large room. There was a cacophony of rhythmic sound, and Iris took a moment to look around her.

The room was large, and set up with rows of partitions. As the doctor led Iris down one row, she saw in each of the partitions a person with their breasts attached to some sort of machine. That must be the source of the sound, she thought, pumping their milk. Several other researchers in white coats walked up and down the rows holding clipboards, occasionally stopping to make a note or speak to one of the participants attached to a milking machine. The scientist led Iris to an empty partition, and gestured for her to step in.

There was an odd sort of bench inside; it reminded Iris of the weird chairs they have in Catholic churches to kneel on. The doctor showed Iris how to sit on it, and she did, kneeling on a padded surface elevated off the floor and leaning forward over a supportive bench with space to rest her arms. The scientist showed her how to untie the top of her gown, and Iris pulled it down, exposing her breasts. When she leaned forward as directed on the strange chair, her breasts hung down freely into the open air. A drop of liquid leaked from one nipple and landed on the floor.

"Okay, so this here is the machine we'll be using for you," the researcher said, patting a large machine with several dials on the face, a large clear collection container marked with milliliter measurements, and two long clear tubes ending in flared cups that hung from the front.

"I'll attach these cups to your breasts and turn it on, and you'll begin to feel a rhythmic suctioning sensation on your nipples. This will help the milk to flow. It will collect in this clear container here," she said, gesturing to it. "The milking sessions usually last between 30 to 60 minutes depending on how much you have to be expressed, and you'll be milked as often as necessary throughout the day. For your first week or two, you'll most likely only need to be milked once or twice a day as your output slowly increases. Since today is your first time, we'll be taking samples of your milk to study and use that information to tailor your hormone regimen to what will be most effective for you. Okay?"

"Okay," said Iris. She was at a loss for words. This was all very intense. She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but this was a lot more industrialized than she'd expected and it made her nervous. And yet, at the same time, she felt her pussy grow wetter and wetter as the scientist explained. Finally, the cups were attached to her breasts, and the machine was turned on. The suction pulled at her nipples, and when Iris looked down, she was surprised to see that milk was already flowing freely from them and being sucked up into the collection chamber.

"Wow, off to a great start," said the researcher, fondling her breast with a gloved hand. "I'll be back to check on you in about half an hour. There's some magazines in this basket on the side of the bench," she said, tapping canlı poker oyna a small compartment, "and next time you can bring a book or something if you brought one from home that you'd prefer. I'll be back soon!" The scientist turned around and left, leaving Iris alone with the machine.

She watched the milking machine for a moment, observing as her breasts were pumped and the opaque white milk was sucked up through the clear tubes and collected in the machine. The tingling feeling that had begun in her ass that morning had spread through her whole body, and she felt her clit throbbing between her legs. Iris reached down and touched herself as she had at breakfast, cumming within seconds as milk was pumped out of her body.

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