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Sally stared at the array of sex toys on the crinkly white paper wrapped exam table, bright and shiny in their packaging, laid out like a very naughty yet hygienic Christmas morning. “What do you mean, pick one?” She asked the doctor. “Didn’t you read the contract before you signed it?” The doctor asked. “I skimmed it…” Sally replied, crossing her arms defensively. The doctor sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “You signed up to be a test subject and let me inject you with an experimental compound without actually understanding what you were signing up for?” The doctor took a deep breath and did her best to mask her annoyance towards the other woman. “It’s not too late to back out. Just go home, drink lots of water, and don’t have an orgasm in the next 24 hours while the compound clears your system.” “I never said I wanted to quit.” Sally snapped back. “I might have missed the part about masturbation, but I still want to get paid. I do remember from the contract that you expect my tits to get bigger as part of the treatment. I want the cash, and bigger tits.” Sally paused. “Umm, and I want to help people.” She finished.
The doctor smiled. “of course, that’s why we’re all here, to help people. This research project is studying a very promising treatment for Parkinson’s disease. Let’s go over the protocol again together to make extra sure you are giving informed consent. I have already injected you with a cocktail of hormones and the precursor agent. You need to orgasm to activate new cell production. Your body will start producing oligodendrocytes within your breast issue. At our appointment tomorrow I’ll show you how to use the breast pump. The milk you produce will be processed and given to patients with Parkinson’s, and hopefully they will begin to heal.”
Sally nodded. “I’m into it. But those toys aren’t going to be enough, I need a man.” The doctor frowned. “this is a medical research lab, not an escort service. Either follow the protocol or quit the study.” Sally rolled her eyes. “Is there anything in your protocol against me hooking up though?” she asked. The doctor shrugged and shook her head. “No, just be safe.” Sally grinned and swiped one of the vibrators from the table. “I’m going to take this just in case!” “Please be safe,” the doctor fretted as she walked Sally out to the front of the clinic. Sally winked and saluted with the vibrator in hand as she made her way to her car. Before pulling out of the parking lot she changed her Tinder tagline: Need to hookup for SCIENCE!
At home Sally poured herself a nice glass of wine and stripped down to her bra and panties in front of her bedroom mirror. She removed her lacey bra and examined her breasts closely. Her B-cup breasts were fine, proportional to her petit frame and trim figure, but she had always secretly wanted them to be bigger. She rubbed and kneaded them with her hands and gently rolled her nipples. They didn’t feel any different yet. What would it feel like when they became swollen and engorged with milk she wondered? Just the thought started to get her feeling hot. With a final squeeze she turned away from the mirror and climbed into bed.
She efficiently weeded through her responses on Tinder with one hand while she idly stroked herself over her panties with the other. Soon she had a date set up for later that day and turned her full attention back to herself. Might as well get an early start she decided, time to get busy. She nestled back comfortably into the pillows, eagerly pressed the vibrator against herself and turned it on to its lowest setting. She felt her pussy tingle and waves of pleasure thrummed through her whole body. It was almost too intense at first. She had to stop and sip her wine several times before continuing. Soon though her pussy was gushy wet and ready for more. She eased the toy inside herself and turned it back on. Goddamn it was like riding a rocket to the moon. Her orgasm was so sudden she almost got whiplash. “Holy shit” she couldn’t help saying out loud as she sprawled out limp on the bed and drenched in sweat. She’d always scoffed at vibrators as being for lonely sad girls but if this was the kind of product available then maybe it was time to re-evaluate.
Still, as intense as it was getting off from a vibrator it wasn’t as satisfying as fucking a man. She wanted to be kissed and caressed, to press herself against a muscled chest and feel strong arms around her. Caught up in the fantasy Sally reached for the vibe again and was about to start round two when a strange sensation in her breasts distracted her. She went back to her mirror to check again. They didn’t look bigger yet but they felt slightly sore and somehow denser, heavier. She rolled them around with her hands again and was shocked at how sensitive they had become. It felt nice touching herself like that earlier but now it felt fantastic. She experimentally stroked and then tugged on one nipple and gasped as a tiny bead of moisture emerged. It wasn’t white though it was clear and slightly yellowish.
Mindful of the time Sally hopped into the shower. She had a hard time staying focused on getting ready for her date and not fondling her marvelously sensitive new boobs but did manage to throw on a cute dress and some makeup before heading out the door.