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INTERLUDE
Tony lay on the bed, exhausted. His whole body was still singing with sensitivity - manifesting as tiny random shocks to his system that made his limbs twitch.
A weight settled on the mattress near him - a body close enough that he could feel its heat. He instinctively rolled toward it. Arms wrapped around his body to help pull him in. Tony gasped into soft, living flesh as the sensation of warm skin pressing against his own overwhelmed him yet again.
Tony had been completely emptied, and now he needed to fill himself up again. Nuzzling into a familiar scent, Tony rooted blindly, searching. There! The scent was strongest here, and the flesh softest. His lips found a nipple and wrapped around it. Sweet, sweet milk spurted into his mouth as he started to suck. He knew this was what he needed. It would fill his belly and quench his desperate thirst.
Tony suckled, and swallowed, and relaxed. Soon he would sleep. When he woke, his body would be roused again, ready for another day of training.
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Six months earlier…
Tony ended the call, then rushed out of his bedroom into the common living area of the dorm apartment. His roommate was sitting on the futon watching TV. “Peter! I got the Astro-Mizer Labs job! Now I can sign the lease on that two-bedroom we saw!
“Yesss! Tony!” Peter jumped up to give Tony a high-five. “Roomies forever!” This enthusiastic response hid an undercurrent of bitterness. Peter was running out of time - graduation was in a couple of days and he hadn’t gotten a job offer yet. Fortunately, an Astro-Mizer salary would let Tony singlehandedly cover the lease on the apartment for both of them until Peter found his footing.
“Astro-Mizer Labs. Huh.“ Peter aimed a little congratulatory bow Tony’s way. “That’s really something, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. I’m excited! And a bit shocked, too.” Tony had viewed the Astro-Mizer position as his ‘stretch’ job application. He hadn’t expected to actually get an offer from them. “They recruit every year from the psychology majors in our school, but they end up hiring very few people. I don’t think I personally know any alums who work there.”
“Me neither… though my parents did have a neighbor who was one of their volunteer test subjects.” Tony perked up at this and listened intently as Peter continued, “He was a strange guy - quiet, kept to himself mostly. But sometimes we got to chatting. He told me he’d been part of an Astro-Mizer experiment. He called it ‘the best five years of his life.’”
“ Five years??? ” The longest human-based trials Tony had been involved with were only several weeks long. “What kind of experiments were these?”
Peter shrugged. “I don’t know. All I know is that he said he lived at their labs full time while he was a test subject… Oh! And one time, I fed his cat while he was away from home for a few weeks. When he came back, he looked so relaxed and happy, I was sure he’d been on some amazing vacation. But when I asked him where he’d gone, he told me he’d been on the Astro-Mizer campus. ‘Back at the lab’ is what he said - like he still spent time there regularly... Strange, no?”
Tony’s brow had furrowed. “Yeah. Very weird. Something about this story doesn’t feel right. But I shouldn’t let that stop me from working for Astro-Mizer, should I?”
“Woah there!” Peter held up his hands, palms out. “That is so far from what I meant for you to take away from that story!” A wry grin spread across Peter’s face. “Hell, I probably wouldn’t mind a ‘vacation’ at that lab myself!”
Tony laughed. “Well, this salary is our ticket to affording a place to stay after graduation. That alone is a reason to accept their offer. I can always quit if I’m not comfortable in that environment. I owe it to myself - to both of us - to at least try .”
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“We expect a lot from our staff.” Sarah was going to be Tony’s supervisor, and she was conducting his first-day orientation. “You were hired because you show high potential to succeed in this environment. To be creative and take initiative to care for your charges. The company may consider them test subjects, but to you, they are clients. Their health and happiness is your primary concern.”
Tony nodded. “Of course. I love figuring out ways to help clients. That’s precisely why I majored in psychology.” Tony paused to take a deep breath before going on. “I do have a question before we start, though.”
Sarah suddenly had a wary look in her eyes. “Do me a favor and don’t ask it. The work we do is highly confidential. Once your probationary period is over and we know you’re in it for the long run, I can tell you more. But until then, you’ll have to hold your questions. And I mean all of your questions. Here, you do what you’re told. That’s why we pay you the big bucks. If you’re going to second-guess instructions or decisions from those above you, Astro-Mizer is not the right fit for you.”
Sarah took Tony up in an elevator that opened to a wide, well-lit hallway. Numbered doors ran along the entire length of the corridor.
Sarah stopped at one door that looked identical to all the others, save for the unique four-digit number stamped onto it. She turned to Tony for a moment before turning the handle. “I’ll walk you through your daily tasks for the first couple days, but then you’ll be expected to handle Subject 5323 independently.”
Past the door was a small room with a person inside, lying on a bed, covered by a sheet. They (Subject 5323?) grinned drunkenly at Sarah when she and Tony walked in.
“Sarah! It’s about time! Who’s the new guy?”
“This is Tony. He’ll be assisting me with your sessions.”
“Oh! Hi, Tony! Nice to meet you!” 5323 turned a hazy-eyed gaze on Tony, and he realized they were high on something.
Sarah was moving around the room, gathering various supplies and tools. Turning to Tony for a moment, Sarah said, “You should be aware, 5323 happens to be cis female. Eventually, you will be expected to take care of people across the gender spectrum.” Tony nodded to acknowledge he understood. Of course he’d work with a diverse group of clients - why did Sarah think this was important enough to mention?
5323 turned her drugged gaze away from Tony and squirmed in the bed restlessly. “Sarah! I’m so full. But also hungry. Everything aches.”
“Shh, dear - I know. We’ll get you settled soon.”
The woman groaned and sat up. As the sheet slid off her body, Tony realized she was very voluptuous. And very naked. He couldn’t look away. Subject 5323 put her hands over her soft belly and slid them up to cup her breasts. Her very large breasts, Tony realized. They looked engorged, the prominent nipples elongated and red. Tony had to consciously stop himself from licking his lips. He was embarrassed at his own reaction… except for the tiny part of him that admitted, You know you’ve always been a boob man.
“Chair or bench today, dear?” Sarah’s question to 5323 broke Tony out of his reverie.
“Oh! Uh… chair please?”
Sarah helped 5323 stand up and escorted her to the other side of the room, where a comfortable-looking armchair sat next to a funny-looking low slanted table.
When 5323 was settled in the chair, Sarah reached for two of the tubes dangling from the ceiling nearby. She flicked a switch, triggering a rhythmic whooshing noise that cycled up and down. Sarah patted the palm of her hand gently against the end of one of the tubes she held… checking for suction? Yes, that’s what it was, Tony realized. Sarah placed the flanges of the tubes over 5323’s nipples and gently pressed them into her breast tissue to create a tight vacuum seal.
Tony had seen people breastfeeding babies. But this was vastly different. 5323 groaned in relief as milk jetted out of her nipples in a strong stream, quickly filling the clear tubes.
As the pumping continued, Tony realized the suction rhythm progressed from fast and gentle to slow and strong and back again. One minute, 5323’s breasts released small spurts of milk as they rocked gently with small, quick movements in the flange cups. The next minute, her large nipples were pulled straight out by the suction, stretched as far as they could go, shooting long streams of milk with each slow, powerful cycle of the pump. Whenever the suction got intense, 5323’s expression of relief changed to one of pained ecstasy. Little noises punched out of her - a series of gasping “ ah… ah… ah”s in sync with the pump. This was followed by another minute of gentle stimulation. Then another minute of straining nipples and harsh cries as 5323 was drained of her milk.
Eventually, 5323’s hands, which had been cupping her breasts beneath the tubes, slid down to her crotch. She squirmed and started rubbing at her clit. Tony saw the tension ease from 5323’s body as she began to feel the pleasure of stimulating herself. Her eyes closed, her breaths became deeper, and she settled back into the chair.
Then the pump switched to its high-pressure mode. 5353’s body went rigid and she cried out, pressing her hands deeper into her pussy. 5323’s arousal cycled along with the milking pump. When the pump was in its gentle mode, 5323’s fingers became gentle on her clit. She relaxed, the haze cleared somewhat from her eyes, and she became more aware of her surroundings. When the pump shifted to strong pressure, 5323 would be lost to it again, furiously stuffing her fingers into her pussy, frantic breaths coming in grunts and gasps as she chased her orgasm. Then the pump would downshift once again, pulling 5323 away from the edge, taking her arousal down a notch.
Finally, 5323 cycled upward into a moaning, shaking climax. Tony stared and felt like he was watching something he shouldn’t. The ecstasy on 5323’s face melted into a lazy satisfaction as she came back down from her high. Tony shifted his gaze to the milking tubes, which were clear. All of 5323’s milk had been drained. The pump was still pulling on the nipples of her emptied breasts.
Sarah removed the tubes. “Tony - help 5323 back to bed while I clean up here.” Tony approached the chair. He draped 5323’s arm around his own shoulders, placed a hand at the small of her back and levered her up to a standing position. 5323 seemed exhausted. She still found the energy to grin up at him as they made their way together back to the bed across the room.
Sarah spoke again. “See that refrigerator? Give her one of the bottles from the top shelf inside.” Tony was taken aback when he opened the refrigerator, because the containers looked much more like baby bottles than the sports bottles he had been expecting. Each one had a long, thick silicone nipple and was filled with a thick whitish liquid. Soon 5323 was relaxing against her pillows, sucking sleepily on the nipple of the bottle Tony had given her.
Sarah quietly caught Tony’s attention and gestured to the unused supplies, which were sitting on a small table in the corner of the room. Sarah had taken them out of a locked cabinet at the start of the session, but then she had put the supplies down on the table to free up her hands for setting up the milking equipment. Tony studied the assortment of objects. Suddenly he realized they were all dildos, plugs, and vibrators in various shapes and sizes. This put him off balance for a moment, but he recovered by the time Sarah said. “We didn’t end up needing to use any of these today. Help me put them away. You should know where they are in case you need them next time.”
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Thoughts of what he’d seen during his first day at the lab kept Tony awake that night. On the surface, what Astro-Mizer was doing felt wrong. Should he take the moral high road and quit after his first day? On the other hand, there were sex therapists who did this sort of thing, right? Maybe what Tony was doing with 5323 was ok. Did it make a difference that the test subjects had signed up for this treatment?
In the end, Tony told himself to stick it out. Once he got past his probation, he’d get some real answers. Then he’d be able to make an informed decision about how he felt about Astro-Mizer’s experimental methods.
It was good Sarah had pointed out the toys to him, because a few days later, 5323 begged for “the really long purple dildo.” This was the first time Tony was taking care of 5323 on his own - Sarah was not with him. Feeling awkward, Tony found the sex toy and gave it to her. He studied 5323’s reaction as she thrust the dildo into her pussy - it was interesting how parts of her body relaxed, while other parts tensed up. He also noticed she produced more milk than she had the previous sessions.
The next session, Tony immediately offered the toys. 5323 looked longingly at the assortment, then up at Tony. “Can you pick one and use it on me?” She explained that she was too achy and swollen with milk today - she wouldn’t be able to stand the pressure her arms would put on her breasts when she reached down to her crotch. Tony felt awkward again as he inserted a vibrator and held it in place. He was comforted by the knowledge that he was doing his job by helping 5323 feel relaxed and happy. Genital stimulation did wonders for 5323’s mood, as well as her milk production.
Getting 5323 to drink more was another crucial component of increasing her milk supply. Tony had a breakthrough one session after he’d finished milking 5323 and settled her back in bed with her bottle. A sleepy, post-orgasmic 5323 reached out from under her sheet, grabbed Tony’s wrist, and pulled it over to place the palm of his hand directly over her breast. Tony instinctively closed his fingers and found himself pinching her nipple. In response, 5323 arched her back and sucked harder on her bottle.
Huh. That got her to perk up, didn’t it…
Tony pulled the sheet down and reached for 5323’s other nipple with his other hand. He kept his touch relatively gentle - just light pinching, rolling the sensitive flesh between his thumbs and forefingers, and circling the areolae with his fingertips. It made 5323 keep up the vigorous sucking. Tony had to change the bedsheets afterwards because the nipple play had caused more milk to dribble out of 5323’s breasts. But it was worth it, because 5323 finished her assigned liquid food allotment faster than Tony had ever seen.
And we’ve been trying to raise her calorie intake…
The next session, Tony did not escort 5323 back to bed after her breasts were emptied by the pump. Instead, he set the pump to continue in low-pressure mode and handed 5323 her liquid food bottle while she was still hooked up. 5323 seemed to like it - she sucked hard on the bottle with little wriggles and moans as her nipples were pulled by the machine. And Tony had been right - the extra stimulation helped 5323 drink more. They were able to permanently switch her to a larger-size bottle, and Sarah was impressed.
That’s not to say Tony didn’t have occasional missteps. One particularly horny day, 5323 wouldn’t settle in bed at the end of her last session. She stuffed a pillow between her legs and humped her hips against it, looking up at Tony with pleading eyes. Tony took pity on her. Before he left for the evening, he unlocked the toy cabinet and handed her the purple dildo she liked. It was thick and ridged with a knob to stimulate her g-spot. 5323 gave him a blazing smile in gratitude before he shut the door behind him.
First thing the next morning he got called into Sarah’s office. He found out that sessions with 5323 were canceled that day for medical reasons. Sarah showed him photos of 5323’s pussy, rubbed red and raw from the dildo he’d given her. Tony felt himself go cold with shock, then hot with mortification.
And that wasn’t the end of it. Sarah pulled up a video recording taken of 5323’s room the previous night. It showed her tossing and turning on the bed, rubbing out orgasm after orgasm on her favorite dildo.
Eventually, the sex toy hadn’t been enough to satisfy 5323. The sped-up video showed her pulling her hands away from her stuffed pussy and moving them up to her chest to toy with her nipples. 5323’s body arched and strained in pleasure at the relief of touching her own full breasts.
After a few minutes of nipple play, 5323 rolled onto her side and positioned herself at the very edge of her bed, facing outwards. She cupped an ample breast in both hands, squeezed, and pulled her hands slowly away from her body and out toward the nipple. Milk shot out of 5323’s breast and splashed on the floor. Even though Tony couldn’t make out her expression on the screen, his experience with 5323 let him picture the blissed-out, vacant expression of satisfaction on her face.
Sarah chose this moment to interject. “Test subjects are not allowed to milk themselves,” she said quietly. “Especially not when the milk goes to waste instead of getting collected.” Tony wanted to sink through the floor, but all he could do was stand in front of Sarah’s desk and keep watching the consequences of his mistake play out.
He looked at the screen where 5323 was methodically emptying both breasts, stopping every once in a while to reach down and pump the dildo in and out of her body. The way she shuddered and squirted through the orgrams she forced out of herself led Tony to believe she was successfully targeting her g-spot. He watched as 5323 soaked her own bedsheets with the discharge from her pussy and breasts, and the floor near the bed grew slippery and wet with milk.
Tony really got chewed out for that one. The only thing that convinced him to come into work the next day was the fact that Sarah also said she appreciated his initiative and remarked on how much he obviously cared about 5323’s well being.
Tony relied on the toys because he’d drawn a personal hard line in regard to stimulating 5232’s clit and pussy with his bare hands. Even with all the intimate touching he was doing, Tony felt that if he took that last step, he wouldn’t be able to convince himself that he was behaving in a solely professional capacity. 5323 kept begging him and begging him to massage her clit with his fingers. He tried to distract her with her favorite toys. But 5323 complained that it was not enough - she needed his hands . That was when Tony finally broke down and asked Sarah if it was appropriate to touch clients that way. Sarah brushed him off: “I told you we don’t ask questions here. Your purpose is to keep our test subjects comfortable and happy. It’s up to you to figure out how to do it.”
Regardless, Sarah did give him some guidance in the form of additional training videos. When he wasn’t with 5323 for her milking sessions, Tony spent his time at the lab studying training materials. So far it had all been science and medical media about health, anatomy, and milk production. But the new videos Sarah gave him were a little different. They were recordings of milking sessions with other test subjects like 5323. Tony saw the many different ways Astro-Mizer handlers extracted milk from their clients.
Some test subjects sat in comfortable chairs, like 5323 preferred. Some were strapped face down on tables, their breasts and genitals accessible through cutouts underneath. Yet others knelt on all fours, hands and knees cushioned by padding as toys were stuffed in their pussies or asses. Typically, vacuum tubes hung from the subjects’ breasts. But some were milked manually, a sterile container placed under their dripping nipples while a handler expertly tugged at their breasts to extract the milk. The videos also showed many handlers who stimulated their clients’ pussies and clits with their hands - or even their mouths - during milking sessions… it was obviously not against company policy.
Tony spent many hours poring over the recordings, taking notes and trying to learn new techniques that might work with Subject 5323. And if his intensive study of the videos sometimes made him head over to the employee bathroom to jerk off, well… then… so be it.
In the evenings, watching hockey or basketball or baseball games on TV with Peter, Tony’s mind would wander to what he’d done that day at work. It was harder to justify his actions without 5323 and her lush body laid out in front of him, begging to be touched.
Tony banished those thoughts whenever they intruded. (The erection that often accompanied them was a little more difficult to get rid of). He told himself he needed the security of this salary. It would be difficult to find another job if he quit so soon after graduating. Yes - that was the main reason he was staying. Not because he enjoyed getting so… hands on… with his test subject. Or watching the training videos. No. He did not enjoy that. He didn’t. Not at all.