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  In essence, he had. Mallory's expression mirrored the shock and curiosity molding his face. But there was something else in her eyes – warmth? Need?

  Without speaking, he embraced her, pushing her into his chest as her thick breasts oozed their contents.

  The hot liquid soaked through his thin dress shirt and reminded him of his power. Hughes had created this – all of it – and now there was nothing left to do but face the consequences.

  Beneath his strong torso, Mallory smiled, a broad curl that painted her face with happy wonderment.

  Just like that, the experiment had yielded its fruits. The results promised to change her forever. Into what, she didn't understand.

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  When the lump in her belly began to show, Hughes took greater delight in her body. His hands

  frequently shot down to it, caressing the soft hill, obsessed with what he had done to her – especially while they were in the heat of coupling.

  Mallory had agreed to let him attach a chain to her collar just a few weeks after her announcement. It was his latest control kick, signifying the way he had come to dominate her. She allowed him to lead her through the apartment, naked on all fours.

  Sometimes, Hughes delighted in crushing up her Pi Lactate pills and putting them in her food dish. She lapped it up from her bowl on the floor. The drug was mushed into peach ice cream – a favorite that Hughes kept her well supplied with – and it made what should have been a humiliating task very easy.

  “You're so good, Mallory,” he told her, stroking the top of her head as she lapped up her dosage from the floor. Her breasts were changing even more with pregnancy, their nipples darkening and expanding outward.

  They called to him, fleshy beacons swaying beneath her. Each dripped its irresistible nectar when she wasn't attached to the milking machine.

  He had determined that the Pi Lactate was suitable for consumption during pregnancy. Although it had nullified her birth control by changing her hormones, he didn't expect it to have any further ill effects.

  Mercifully, her breasts reached their upper limit and wouldn't swell beyond the size of small pumpkins, no matter how much her pregnant body encouraged lactation. The drug still produced immense

  quantities of milk. It took an hour or more to drain her breasts back to a comfortable level, an hour of bliss in the suction cups, where she let the pleasure seize her flesh.

  “Wow. Six pints today,” he told her, not long after her feeding. Her milk flowed in such massive

  volumes that he had to change the glass cylinders halfway through her milking, after the first two had filled.

  Hughes detached the suction cups and guided her down from the hooks, allowing her to collapse on the mattress. She was exhausted, but happy.

  “Doctor? The machine feels wonderful, but isn't there some other part of this process to tend to?” With a mischievous smile, she spread her legs, praying he would take the cue.

  He stared down at her wet slit, a cleft so heavenly that it shattered all resistance. He had accidentally bred her thanks to his love of curves over cold science. The Doctor smiled back and started to undress.

  He didn't see the point of denying himself, or her. A minute later, his hardness slid into her from behind as he often did, gripping her leaking breasts as he positioned himself. He cupped her carefully and squeezed, extracting a few last hot droplets that the milking machine had missed.

  Just as he started thrusting, he drew one hand away, and licked his palm. Her milk tasted warm, creamy, and slightly salty. Hughes smiled, knowing that there was so much more to his love of mother's milk than mere perversion. Each time he sipped her offering, he shuddered, knowing that he was consuming her essence.

  He had dedicated his life to it, after all, and soon he would produce a ream of evidence showing that adults could reap benefits from regular servings. This formed the angle of the arguments he intended to present to the pharmaceutical company, complete with exhaustive testing that showed Pi Lactate was safe and effective.

  Mallory groaned beneath his heavy weight, burrowing her head into the edge of the mattress. She was lost in his wide, giddy strokes, powerful lunges that shook through her sex, her pregnant abdomen, all the way up to her brain.

  Each thrust slammed into her like the heavy leather of a whip. Moment by moment, Hughes

  surrendered, letting his instincts rise to the surface, foaming with urgency. His knees dug into the soft mattress as he forced himself on, driving harder and deeper, all the way to the womb he had

  impregnated.

  “Brace for it...do you want to be filled again?” He asked through clenched teeth.

  “Yes! Please, Doctor, give me your seed. I'm your cow for breeding, your one and only.” Mallory

  shoved her hips back, swallowing his spasming erection.

  The massive influx of his hot, sticky semen a second later set her off again. She twisted her spine and screamed. Her muscles reacted like polar opposites to his spurting shaft, seizing and releasing. Both of them were caught in a rhythmic dance neither could escape, their bodies shaking with the energy they felt as their exploding brains drew them into orgasm's abyss.

  Hughes spent himself, draining his hardened balls. When it was over, he pulled out, and forcefully rolled Mallory over after she had fallen flat on the mattress again.

  He pushed himself up over her torso, planting his thigh squarely in her overworked slit, steaming with the deposit he had left. His face found her breasts. Hughes' rough hands held each one to his lips and he vigorously drank, bathing her entire nipple with his tongue, desperate to draw out the otherworldly milk that guided his lifelong obsession.

  She felt his teeth tighten, his face serene and focused, not daring to lift off her until he was satisfied.

  Mallory moaned and ran her fingers through his short crop of brown hair. No man had ever worshiped her body the way he did.

  In that moment, she felt like his fountain, but it wasn't an unwelcome sensation. If I can satisfy just this one man, with all my being, then I've achieved something. Is it sick that I want to be here forever, pumping out child after child for him?

  She no longer saw herself as a young woman with shattered dreams and unrealistic aspirations. Now, her goals were fixed and concrete – the animalistic impulses of a human cow, rather than an alienated misfit in society.

  Hughes smiled as he sucked, noticing her changes. Mallory made the perfect candidate due to her

  submissive nature, but he didn't guess that she would be reshaped so completely.

  The Doctor bit down and sucked hard, feeling the liquid run dry. Her leathery nipple was all that

  remained. He flicked it a few last times with his hard tongue as she groaned with delight, massaging the opposite breast he had drained before.

  “A man's work is never done,” he sighed, pulling away from her. Mallory watched sadly as he dressed and left, going back to his office, where heaps of emails and reports awaited that had to be transmitted to the Joint Committee on Pi Lactate by the end of the evening.

  “Come back soon,” she whispered, causing him to freeze near the door.

  “It might be a few days. I've shown you how to use the machine yourself. Regrettably, I'm entering a critical phase of the project now, but I'll return as soon as I can. If all goes well, it will be on a more permanent basis,” he said, striding back over one last time to plant a firm kiss on her lips.

  His disappearance over the next couple weeks was maddening. She had no desire to go out into a world where she no longer belonged.

  Even the gritty and glamorous shows on television provided no distraction. They were just more

  ghostly echoes of the world she despised, one that had desperately tried to guide her down roads to nowhere, away from the new existence she adored.

  If it wasn't for him, where would I be? Stuck in some minimum wage office, no doubt, going home to my pathetic apartment and staring at the mounting bills, she thought with a s
neer.

  Her emotions were high – perhaps higher than usual with pregnant hormones swirling through her

  blood. She rarely walked on two legs anymore, except when she had to. Instead, she clomped from

  bedroom to kitchen on all fours, bending her head down to the small trough of yogurt and fruit she had prepared earlier.

  The outside world is many things, but not hospitable for a girl like me. No, I'm not really a girl, am I?

  I'm something else...a human cow, his cow.

  She chewed her food, savoring the sweetness of the berries. Her swollen belly and udders bobbed

  beneath her with every movement, permanent reminders of what she had become.

  As long as I'm his, it doesn't matter what I am. Without his sanctuary, I never would've

  survived...something would have given sooner or later. But here I am, sound and happy, all beneath my master's watchful gaze.

  Mallory smiled, thinking of Hughes. His satisfied grin mattered more than the beautiful forests beyond the campus, or the concrete citadels, or paying her student debt on time. Satisfying him mattered more than mere survival, for it had formed the cornerstone of the only life she had ever wanted to lead.

  The Doctor returned when she was napping on the sofa one day, a break from the lumpy mattress.

  Milking herself with the powerful machine wasn't always as sensual as it was with him. Rather, it felt as if a crucial part of their ritual were missing.

  Earlier that day, she had just gone through the motions, tired and mechanical. Her nipples buzzed with satisfaction, but her mind did nothing, as thick jets of cream disappeared into the glass containers. She had filled ten more in the refrigerator over the past few days, waiting for his return.

  When he came through the door, she toppled to her feet, smothering him with wet kisses on his face.

  Hughes laughed and returned her affection, dragging her over to the sofa. She was resting her head on his lap when he delivered the good news.

  “Everything is going to be different now. The company has accepted everything, and I'm due to receive a handsome cut for all of my work,” he said. A distant gleam in his eye told her that even he was

  struggling to integrate all of the changes into his own life, a sudden turn of fate that promised much more.

  “Do you know what this means, Mallory?” He waited for her to look up with wide, eager eyes.

  “Everything is different now. I'm going to have enough to move you somewhere more permanent, with

  all of the milking machines we could ever desire. I'll always do my work...but I may never have to teach again. How does a little cabin several hours north sound? The winters are cold, but not too

  troublesome when you don't have to tread out into the snow.”

  She craned her arms upward, nuzzling her face into his chest. His masculine spice wafted through her like a mountain wind, protective and all consuming.

  He's done so much already...and now he's doing more? He should be the one with the reward, not showering it on me, serving the only life I can live so effortlessly...

  Mallory couldn't believe that she had actually helped him. She, who had greedily sequestered herself in the room for months, listening to his orders, but always taking pleasure from them. It didn't seem fair.

  Hughes laughed as tears came to her eyes. He fondled the heavy leather collar around her neck,

  imagining what it would look like with a gold studded chain attached. With the seven figure win he had scored from the Pi Lactate deal, it might not take long to find out.

  He wanted to haul her away to the bedroom then, overwhelmed by her delicate affection, but he

  stopped himself. There would be plenty of time for that, now and for the rest of his days. He had many other ideas to work with, always bringing Mallory along for the ride, since all of them involved

  milking.

  For now, there wasn't any gesture more appropriate than bending his head down to her again. Mallory gasped with happiness as he drew his broad lips over her nipple and started to suck. She hoped his mouth would never leave her full breasts, until they had sucked away everything she could give him, even if it meant years of being attached to his warm, guiding lips.

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  “How does it feel?” He asked.

  “Better...better than anything I've ever had. Oh my!” The inner turbines of the machine spun harder as they struggled to take her flood of milk, already on their second canister.

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  Doctor Jennings looks better than ever. I wonder what his reaction would be if I did this...

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