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To Science, Part 5
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Summary: After Connor's comatose body is donated to science, he wakes up to find himself adorning large, expanding breasts. Contains: Male: breast expansion, lactation, possible breast impregnation later on.
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Connor was soaking wet and ultimately helpless as he was pulled along by Pete. Connor didnt know how far they had gone before they came upon a cabin. Pete pulled him inside.
Connor stood frozen, his dripping clothes causing a small puddle beneath him on the wooden floor. Pete turned to him, and simply stared.
Trembling somewhat, Connor took a look around. The cabin was surprisingly nice and modern on the inside. It was a large studio with a flat-screen television, some comphy-looking couches, a futon, a desk with a computer, and a large collection of video game consoles on the table beneath the TV. There was a small kitchen to the far side, and a door leading to what Connor assumed to be a bathroom. Connor swallowed. He didnt really know much about companionship, but this seemed to have potential.
You can stay here, mentioned Pete, finally tearing his eyes away from Connors large heaving mounds. Its safe.
Connor quickly shook his head. I have to go back, he tried to explain. Seethey have my treatments. I need them to stay alive.
Pete frowned, then nodded in understanding. You can come back any time.
Connor managed a smile, in an effort to show his appreciation. Now his back was getting sore. He clutched his breasts and then he left the cabin.
Connor wandered the woods for what had to be hours, breathless and flushed. Every day it seemed to get harder to haul around his round, heated, milk-filled breasts, each slightly larger than his head. His shirt strained more with his movement, and he just hoped the moist material didnt tear completely open. Connor walked on, just beginning to get jittery. He hoped he was going the right way. He breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted the discreet lab campus.
The surrounding scientists stared at Connors wet attire as he clambered inside. Ignoring them, Connor hurried to his room, pulled up his shirt, and quickly applied the treatment. Nngghhhhhh he moaned, as he massaged his mounds. Once he was finished, Connor collapsed to his bed, exhausted.
The next day, when Connor had time to sit down and think about it, he felt uncertain about Petes cabin. Would it really be safe to go back there? Taking a leap of faith, Connor decided that he would give a shot. He pocketed a tube of cream and signed out of the lab for another walk. He wandered the woods for about an hour, though he was certain that Petes cabin couldnt have been that far. Just when Connor was about to give up, he spotted it. He stumbled to the door and feebly knocked, already panting and exhausted. He frowned regretfully down at his mounds.
The door opened, and Petes smiling face appeared. Youre back! he said, looking genuinely surprised.
Connor timidly nodded.
Pete stepped aside, and Connor gratefully entered the cabin. She sighed as he felt the powerful air conditioning blowing on his heated body. He sat down on the couch, and Pete got some chips and soda. And then there was silence, the television playing in the background, Pete back to staring at Connors chest as Connor just leaned back and tried to catch his breath.
So whats the deal with you?
Turning to Pete, Connor swallowed. He forced himself to tell Pete about his predicament.
He told Pete about his coma, and how he had awoken at the lab with breasts. He explained his amnesia, and how he couldnt even recall how he had gotten to the lab in the first place. He even disclosed his responsibility for the fire. Connor told Pete about his dependence on the cream, and how it caused his breasts to continue to grow. Connor laid everything out with overwhelming honesty. He didnt want to get caught in a lie.
After Connor had told his story, he was certain that Pete would be repelled, but the other boy was clinging onto Connors every word.
So thats its? said Pete, when Connor had finished talking. Youre just <i>like this</i> now?
I guess. Connor shrugged. He looked down at his mounds. It was weird that he couldnt imagine how his lift had been before them.
Woah said Pete mellowly. After a moment, he tore his gaze away from Connors chest. That sucks, dude.
I should head back Connor started.
No way! said Pete, looking affronted. You have to try this new game I got. Its no fun with one player. He passed Connor a remote.
Connor was not familiar with video games, but he caught on quickly. He sunk to the floor in front of the couch to get a little closer to the TV. He and Pete played for hours, actively involved in the game plot, shouting out at each others characters. Connor was having so much fun, he for once forgot about the mounds wobbling on his chest. And then he heard a gentle tapping.
Connor looked down at himself, and his face reddened. Pete followed his gaze.
Sorry, said Connor, as his nipples continued to slowly drip milk onto Petes floor.
Pete waved him off. Dont worry about it, man.
Connor couldnt believe how laid-back Pete was. Can I use your bathroom.
Pete nodded to the bathroom door.
Connor contained his grunt as he heaved himself up. He then walked into the bathroom.
Once inside he locked the door, and quickly peeled up his shirt. Next he removed his tube of cream from his pocket, squirted some straight onto his chest, and began to rub it in. Connor struggled his best not to moan as he massaged himself, his face flushed and lips pressed. Connor finished up, and noticed that his nipples were still dripping. He dried them off the best he could, but this did little to stop it. Breathing, he tugged down his top and returned to the living room.
Connor returned to his spot on the floor, cringing slightly as his shirt moistened, and the tapping of milk. He was making a mess, but he tried to ignore it. To his surprise, Pete did too.
After their latest game ended, Pete got a towel, and passed it to Connor without a word. Connor gratefully folded it on his lap, where it absorbed most of his milk, getting more soaked as time progressed.
Somehow the videogame play dissolved to a porn-fest, Connor staring opened-mouthed, as he was introduced to sexual intercourse for what he perceived to be the first time. The DVDs just got dirtier and dirtier as Pete pulled them out, Pete rubbing his hand over his package. Connor slowly reached for his breast.
Connor yelped as his shirt was suddenly yanked up, his swollen breasts on display. Connor looked up at Pete, who was now seated before him, opening gaping at them.
Connor reddened. What are you-?
I just wanted to see them, Pete explained. Theyre bigger than any of the girls in these movies. Way bigger.
Yeah, well
Pete leaned forward and suddenly blew on one of Connors nipples, causing the nub to considerably protrude. Connor gasped for breath and Pete stared in amazement.
Pete grinned. I learned this one in college, he said, as he leaned down to lick Connors nipple.
Connor struggled to breathe. What are you?
Pete gave another light blow.
Unnnrggghhh Connor lost it. Both breasts tightened, his nipples distended, and twin streams of milk began to squirt. He stared down at himself, dazed from shock.
Pete took this as an invitation to lean down and clasp his mouth around Connors left nipple. He stared to suck, and Connor gasped. Connor twisted uncomfortably, flushed and groaning. And yet he didnt resist.
It wasnt like the pump. It was more comfortable, more warm and enjoyable. Connor moaned as Pete massaged his right breast, which lazily seeped milk, as Pete continued to suck from the left one.
After about a half-hour, Pete changed positions, and began to drink from Connors right breast while massaging the left. Connor was in such a euphoric haze, he could barely construe words, but he managed: I I h-have to go.
Pete lifted his face, milk dripping down his chin. Why dont you stay? he invited.
I cant, said Connor. The scientists would never let him get away with that.
Leaning back down, Pete silenced Connor for several minutes, squeezing Connors breasts, allowing milk to spray into his mouth. Connors breasts gave playful squirts with Petes inconsistent squeezes, Connor grunting but unable to do anything to resist.
When Pete had finally had his fill, the floor was a mess, and Connor was barely conscious. Pete pulled back and helped Connor to his feet, grinning as Connor stumbled. Connor did his best to pull down his shirt. It was immediately soaked in milk, the material stretched to its seams, and practically transparent against his torso. Connor released a moan as the mounds tightened and a tear developed, though which his heaving cleavage bulged.
Pete smirked and cupped Connors right breast playfully. He rubbed the side of it. See you guys soon. There was something possessive about his joke.
Connor released an incoherent mumble and aimed himself for the door, his legs feeling like jello as they carried him out of the cabin.
