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This is a work of fan fiction based on Lee Most's "Big Changes Revisted" which is itself based on CutePatti's "Big Changes." Lee Most incorporated all of "Big Changes" into "Big Changes Revisited" making the latter a stand-alone story that doesn't require knowledge of the former. This story is not so kind and is absolutely unable to stand on its own. Do yourself a favor and read "Big Changes Revisited" here on Fictionmania. This story is much poorer without Lee Most's excellent character development. Also, much credit is due to CutePatti for the original story idea. I am merely standing on the shoulders of giants. Anonymous Writer and Timothy Reisling Betticut are two other greats who's work I admire and emulate (badly). Ken Guilden awoke the same way he had every day for the past two weeks, the dull pain in his engorged breasts had finally grown strong enough to penetrate his consciousness. With a light touch and gentle squeeze, Ken confirmed that his breasts were swollen taut with milk and that he needed to pump immediately. His clock said 5:40am and it was still dark outside as he sat down at his desk and switched on the lamp. Blinking in the sudden brightness, he attached the hoses to his new breastshields and then to the pump before switching it on. He lifted up his nightgown and placed the breastshields over his prominent areola. "Oh! Owww! Aaahhhh!" Whispered Ken as the breast pump chugged to life. The sudden feeling of his milk letting down came on so strongly as to be painful, followed by almost instant relief as the pressure in his breasts began to ease. These new breastshields, the X-large ones that had just arrived yesterday, allowed his half-inch wide nipples to be sucked nearly a full inch into the milking chamber. With each pulse of vacuum from the pump, Ken's nipples distended, spewing milk into the chamber to gather and flow into the attached plastic bottles. When he switched off the machine 15 minutes later each bottle was full to the top - eight ounces from each breast! Ken screwed plastic caps on the milk bottles and disconnected the breastshields from the pump. His breasts hung heavily towards his waist, the swollen nipples jutting out and each tipped with a drop of milk. He deftly hooked the hooks of his bra around his waist before spinning it around and settling his massive breasts into its 34DD cups. It felt good to have his breasts empty and to feel the shoulder straps of the bra bear their still considerable weight. After throwing on a t-shirt, he placed the bottles in the mini-fridge in his room next to the ones from his middle of the night pumping. The mini-fridge, like the breast pump, had been a battle with his Mom to get. They both cost money the family didn't have and were counter to what both Ken and his Mom wanted - to stop his runaway breast milk supply. He knew that lactation slowed and then stopped naturally as an infant was weaned and he had been trying to get his breasts to dry up by simulating a lack of demand. After a week of sleepless nights and swollen breasts, however, Ken finally could not bear the constant ache and begged his mom to buy the pump. "You keep saying that they will dry up, but I am in agony and there hasn't been any change." His Mom had only allowed Ken to hand express into the sink, and even that was only when Ken was in severe distress. To Ken's great relief, she conceded the pump to be followed a few days later by the fridge. This allowed Ken to pump around 2:00am without having to go downstairs to put his milk away. He could even put his whole breast pump in the fridge to avoid washing the breastshields in the middle of the night. So now Ken slipped on some 4-inch mules to ease his shortened tendons, gathered his breast pump parts and went downstairs to wash them. As Ken washed his breastshields, he grew excited for the day. Today they were finally going back to the doctor's to reverse the effects of the Changing Drugs that had put him in this mess. With 34DD breasts that swelled to an E cup when full, a tiny 24-inch waist and 36-inch hips all on a tiny frame, Ken Guilden had been transformed into the voluptuous "Quinn" Guilden. Combined with his fleshy ass and thighs, Quinn would best be described as a "thick" little girl. The Changing Drugs had altered his facial structure, his voice, his height and even his proportions. Despite shrinking several inches in height, Ken's legs had grown longer and much shapelier. He was not just Quinn in name, he was a knockout in every way but one - he still had his manhood tucked discretely away. Ken reminisced that two weeks had passed since the calamitous events of the football game, when his breasts had popped out of his cheerleading uniform and began spewing milk. The family had had a somber drive home. No one said a word when he went straight to the cabinet and swallowed the "shit back" pill to undo the effects of the Changing Drugs. Not even Ken's older sister Marla, who was pushing nine months pregnant (and who had hoped Ken might be able to help nurse her baby), could begrudge him this. Still dressed in his cheerleader's uniform, Ken hugged his Mom, then Marla and even his younger sister Haley (who had been teasing him for weeks about his new "boobies") before trudging upstairs and going straight to bed. When Ken awoke that morning, his breasts were aching with the need to be milked. He pulled off his tight, cheerleader's sweater, removed his left breast from its cup, and expressed milk into the sink. Then it hit him. Nothing had changed! Despite taking the "shit back" pill and sleeping a full six hours (this was as long as his aching breasts would let him, even after being exhausted from the events of the previous day), he looked exactly the same as yesterday. "Mom!!!" he cried out in distress. His mother arrived quickly to find him with both breasts out of his bra, now expressing his right breast into the sink. His nipples were fully erect and engorged and jutted out thick, hard and flowing freely with milk. "Quinn Guilden! You stop that right now!" his Mom said. "You need to help this process reverse itself, and stimulating your milk flow is not what I call helpful." Ken turned to face his Mom and was greeted by the arrival of a sleepy looking Marla and Haley. All three gaped at the still unusual sight of Ken's massive round breasts hanging over his bra and gushing milk onto the bathroom floor. His mother quickly helped Ken to tuck his breasts back into his bra and stuff some hand towels in to absorb the flow. Ken covered his bra with his hands, suddenly embarrassed by the thought that these enormous tits might not be just temporary visitors - they were his! As the hours passed that first day, it became more and more clear that something had gone wrong. Ken and his Mom read and reread the instructions on the "shit back" pill and it appeared that it had been created properly. It also was clear that the reversal should have become noticeable by now. By lunchtime Ken was once again doing a little dance of nervous energy, turning and bending this way and that trying to find some comfort for his aching breasts. Resting them on the table brought momentary relief, but soon enough he was pleading with his Mom. "Please let me get rid of some milk, I feel like a dam that is going to burst." It wasn't until another hour had passed and Ken was in tears that she relented. Ken dashed to the sink and no sooner exposed his breasts than the milk let down and streamed non-stop for three solid minutes. It wasn't until he finished hand expressing his breasts fifteen minutes later that Ken finally got over the emotional distress and stopped crying. The next two weeks had been a gradual improvement in Ken's happiness, but at the expense of a complete capitulation to his lactation needs. The breast pump had been a huge relief and he was now comfortable most of the time and able to sleep. Other minor improvements included silicone nursing pads whose gentle pressure kept his breasts from leaking (mostly) and particularly at night. Over the past week since he began using the silicone pads, he had only woken up wet once. A particularly erotic dream had caused his milk to let down despite the pads. In the dream, a muscular, hairy Ken Guilden had taken two of the cheerleading team at the same time. To his chagrin, Ken woke up once again to boobs bigger than either of his dream girls, and his nightgown was soaked with breast milk to boot! Ken put these thoughts aside as he placed his breastshields into the drying rack and went back upstairs to get dressed. A quick shower refreshed him and, with very little clothing left to choose from that still fit him, he was soon dressed. He wore a fitted navy skirt that went just beyond mid-thigh. White tights and navy pumps with a 4" heel and a short sleeved white blouse completed the look. Fortunately Marla had bought a few maternity things and this simple blouse was very ample in the chest. Bubble gum pink lipstick to match his nails and a little mascara and a high ponytail pushed his appearance a little toward bimbo, but he was still feeling anxious about being seen by his friends and felt he could hide in the femininity. His Mom pursed her lips at his appearance and told him to grab a cardigan to keep his bare arms warm. She then admonished him again as he sat down into the car seat. "Quinn, if you are going to wear short skirts you have to keep your legs together. The whole world does not need to know you are wearing pink panties! Also please smooth your skirt underneath you as you sit." Ken was mostly embarrassed by the fact that he was indeed wearing pink panties and had clearly just flashed his Mom as he got in. At the doctor's office Ken remembered to sit demurely, although it was impossible to avoid showing a lot of thigh. This doctor was an Ob-Gyn and there were two men waiting with their very pregnant wives. Ken felt certain that one of them kept stealing looks at his legs over his magazine, and Ken began to regret his choice of skirt. He also wished he had buttoned one more button on his blouse as he glanced down at his own cleavage. He kept his legs tightly crossed and kept a magazine across his lap, staring straight forward and afraid to make eye contact. "Quinn Guilden?" called the nurse and Ken and his Mom followed her to an examination room. The pretty young nurse asked Ken to strip down to his underwear and took an extensive series of measurements of his breasts, hips and thighs. Once dressed, she took him back into the hall to weigh him, but instead of returning to an examination room, she led Ken and his Mom into the doctor's own office. "Quinn, I am Julia Goldstein. I want you to read this news article on Dox industries and the pill you created and then took": Without admitting guilt, Dox Industries has arbitrated an agreement with the plaintiffs in the class action suit called "Mr. Jane Doe vs. Dox Industries, Ltd." in which plaintiffs said there was no way to return to their former conditions after using our Dominant DNA line of Changing Drugs. We continue to maintain our position that each of our Changing Drugs will only improve its users, and that therefore any change in the other direction would be a change to the detriment of the user, and in our opinion that is just plain stupid. In our settlement we have agreed to include with each purchase, a kit to create a "Give Me My Shitty Body Back" pill. Anyone can follow the simple directions in the kit to create a pill that contains their current DNA sequences. If used before taking any of our Changing Drugs and stored safely in the kit's specially sealed container, the GMMSBB pill can be taken after any unwanted Changes to return the user's body back to the state it was in at the time the kit was used. "Yes Doctor, I have seen this before," said Ken. "It is the original press release announcing the GMMSBB pill." Ken was embarrassed to use "shit back pill" the more colloquial name his family had come to call the pill. Dr. Goldstein continued, "You may have noticed in the second paragraph that Dox industries was not wild about having to offer its Give Me My Shitty Body Back Pill. Even its product name reeks of disdain. In fact, their entire product line is designed to allow the body to move to become more and more feminine without any allowance for making breasts smaller, hips narrower or lips thinner." "Now, have you seen this article? It was produced by Dox Industries and released to the press newswire," asked Dr. Goldstein handing Ken a second piece of paper: Dox industries is proud to announce its newest medical breakthrough, the "Save Me From My Chicken Shit Self" pill, or SMFMCSS. The recent "Mr. Jane Doe vs Dox Industries" legal settlement, a completely un-American abuse of judicial power, continues to force Dox Industries to produce a product that neither Dox nor its customers want. While it sounds like a nice option, the ability to revert back to your old body at any time is actually a constant and harmful temptation to undo progress for the sake of convenience. In the case of Mr. Jane Doe, for example, Mr. Doe complained that his F cup breasts prevented him from doing many activities he previously enjoyed such as: "tennis, canoeing, bending over without falling, trampoline, dressage, and seeing his feet." Following a second change of heart, Mr. Doe is now a flat-chested spokeswoman for the rights of Dox Industries. "I thought all my guy friends really liked me for who I am, not just for my tits. It turns out I was wrong; they left as quickly as my boobies. I wish I had never known my friends were shallow. I wish Dox Industries had never offered the temptation of their Give Me My Shitty Body Back Pill. Now I have no tits and the hips of a boy. And I really do mean what I say. I am not just saying it because Dox Industries is paying me a lot of money to say it, which they are." "How many middle age women would be without their tramp stamps if getting rid of tattoo were as easy as taking a pill?" went on the prepubescent bodied spokeswoman. "When I see a 55 year old climb out of the hot tub with a rose and thorns etched above her sagging ass I think, 'She must have been hot, long long ago'." The Save Me From My Chicken Shit Self pill relieves the customer of their own lack of backbone. The SMFMCSS pill prevents any attempt to revert back to the body's previous DNA. The body no longer recognizes its previous DNA as its own. In fact, upon taking the SMFMCSS pill your current DNA is locked in as your new base state, as though you had been born exactly as you were when you took it. We will be including one with every product that we sell. Ken looked up from the article, with a sense of foreboding. "How does this apply to me?" he asked. Dr Goldstein replied, "I received the results from the cheek swab you sent to Dox Industries last week. They confirmed that they could see telltale signs that you had recently taken a SMFMCSS pill, but that even those signs would fade within a month. Your "shit back" pill didn't work because although it allows its creator to return to their original DNA, once you took that second pill the "shit back" pill no longer recognized you as its creator. As far as your "shit back" pill was concerned you were born this way. And don't look so surprised at the term "shit back" pill, everyone calls it that." Ken thought back to the events of the past two weeks and whispered "Cindy." His Mom's head snapped toward him at the sound of the name. "That brat who tricked you into embarrassing yourself at the football game. What does she have to do with this? "About two hours before we were due to start cheerleading I pumped my breasts, but I was still worried about how full they would get by game time," Ken replied. "I was afraid of them leaking and was getting more and more scared and talked with Cindy about skipping the performance. She got angry and said it would mess up the whole team if I didn't do my part of the routine. Then she said she had an idea and came back with a little grey pill. She said her Aunt was nursing a baby and used these pills to dry up for an evening so she and her husband could go on a date." "Did you think to ask Miss Snake-in-the-Grass why she had this pill? Ken's Mom inquired. "She said something about having her Aunt's forgotten purse with her. I did not think too much about it at the time. Remember, at that point Cindy was still my friend and I had no reason not to believe her." "It probably did not help that this girl was offering Quinn exactly what she needed when she was at her most desperate," added Dr. Goldstein. "Did the pill look like this?" she asked, opening a pill bottle and shaking a small grey pill onto the counter. "I think so" said Ken, his voice breaking and his eyes filling with tears. Dr Goldstein raged, "Those bastards at Dox Industries are flooding the world with these. It is a powerful drug with huge implications and yet they are throwing them around like candy. It is their way of responding to that Mr. Jane Doe case. Quinn, I don't want you to lose hope. There is always something can be done." When his Mom tried to talk of suing Cindy's family and Dox Industries, Ken shut her up by replying, "Cindy's father is one of the richest, most powerful men in town. He earned his money as a litigation attorney. Dox Industries is one of the ten largest companies in America. What chance does our poor little family have against either of them? They will litigate us to death. Marla's baby will be a grandmother before we even get them to a trial." After some more discussion and some tears all around, Ken and his Mom headed home. Ken walked dejectedly to the car and hardly said a word on the drive back. As they drove home, he contemplated his future as a 16 year-old boy with big, lactating breasts. "Look whose here!" said his Mom, the relief in her voice palpable. Ken smiled at the sight of his girlfriend, Squid .leaning up against her bright pink Kawasaki. Squid had kept away since the football game mostly to give Ken a little time to deal with the embarrassment, but partly because she had a lot to deal with herself. The last two weeks at school had not been easy on "Quinn" Guilden's girlfriend despite her avowed disdain for popular opinion. In fact, she was ditching school at this very moment. Squid waved at him and she hugged him as he cried while his mother explained the situation. Squid lead Ken upstairs to his room and for once his Mom did not care what they were up to, as long as it took Ken's mind off things. That was exactly Squid's plan as she closed the door. She then pushed Ken back on the bed, jerked down his panty hose and panties and began to fellate him. Squid's warm wet mouth over the head of his dick felt sooo good. It had been two solid weeks without sex. He hadn't even felt much like jacking off, but now all of that pent up sex drive came rushing forth. Unfortunately, with it so did Ken's milk. His breast let down and he gave out a sharp gasp. Squid, assuming it was due to her blowjob, continued sucking away and began to fondle his balls. Ken knew Squid did not like the taste of cum. In fact, on the few occasions when he had cum in her mouth, Squid had forced a kiss upon him and pushed his own cum into Ken's mouth. The first time, Squid had taken him by surprise. Later, even when he saw what Squid was trying to do, she always outmaneuvered or simply overpowered him and made him swallow it. So Ken was very careful a few moments later to whisper "I'm cumming." Squid pulled her mouth away and jerked him off on to his own thigh. Glancing up at his milk soaked blouse, Squid said "holy shit" and ran off to the bathroom, returning with damp towels to clean off the cum and milk. Once Ken was cleaned up, they talked for a few minutes as Ken's breast pump chugged away. Squid was fascinated by how distended his nipples were as they were sucked into the breastshields. They heard Ken's Mom shout that she was going to the store and heard the door slam as she headed out. Ken got a somber look on his face and said, "I don't know what to do...," but before Ken could begin to get sad again, Squid held a finger to his lips silencing him. "Now it's my turn" she said as she leaned over and sucked Ken's tongue into her mouth. Ken thought to ask for a pass, that he didn't feel like it anymore but before he could begin Squid began barking orders, "High pigtails, double ribbons, no braids." Ken knew that tone in her voice and as if to drive home the point, Squid reached into their prop bag and pulled out her riding crop. Ken immediately sprang into action, taking out his ponytail and sectioning his hair into halves split down the middle. Within moments he sported two enormous pigtails, each tied up tightly high on the sides of his head by a plaid ribbon at the base. He added an identical plaid ribbon at the tip of each pigtail, carefully tied so as to maximize the volume of his pigtails. He knew without being told Squid wanted his naughty schoolgirl look, but when he went to change his blouse Squid told him, "Just button up the one you have on." Ken pulled up the milk soaked blouse, his nipples instantly becoming erect as the wet material stuck to his breasts. He took out the plaid micro-miniskirt that matched his ribbons and zipped it up. Squid took one look at him and shook her head and then untucked the blouse. She unbuttoned the bottom four buttons, twisted the sides tight and knotted it off under Ken's tits. She then unbuttoned three of the top buttons, leaving just two holding the blouse together. She smiled and handed Ken a package of lace topped thigh-highs and watched with satisfaction as he rolled them up before handing him some of Marla's old platform Mary Jane "fuck me" shoes. Ken stood up and peered at himself in the mirror. The tightly tied blouse formed the tops of his breasts into massive cleavage, while his nipples were clearly visible poking through the nearly transparent wet, white material. A bare midriff, a tiny plaid skirt, lace stocking tops peeking out and slutty schoolgirl shoes with 5" heels. Squid had him sit down while she added a matching plaid choker that looked more than a little like a dog collar. Then she told him to retouch his makeup, repainting his lips and adding a layer of gloss. "Take out your lesson books," said Squid and Ken pulled out his books ranging from "A Lady's Guide on Etiquette" to "How to Please Your Man." She quizzed him over some readings on cervical mucus during the menstrual cycle in his book on female puberty. He missed just two out of twenty questions and she told him she was pleased that she only had to hit him twice before lashing savagely with the crop across the tops of his thighs in front and just below his ass in back. "I think you are ready for a practical" she said sticking a suction cup dildo to a mirror and timing Ken as he watched himself deep throat it. "We have nearly eliminated your gag reflex all together. Time for your reward." With that, Squid peeled off her leather biker pants while Ken moved the padded bench away from the foot of his bed. Ken lay down on the bench and Squid straddled his face, allowing her full weight to press her pussy into Ken's face. A good fifteen minutes of pussy eating intermixed with frotting against Ken's face and Squid came hard leaving Ken's face soaked with her juices. She controlled his breathing with her pussy while jerking him to his second orgasm of the day. Then they got dressed just in time as Ken's Mom to returned. Ken put on a pale yellow silk blouse and the navy skirt, thinking the nicer he looked the less it would like he just had sex. He jerked on a clean pair of navy tights and buckled on his pumps. He returned his hair to the simple pony tail, and repaired the damage Squid's wet pussy had done to his makeup. Ken and Squid went downstairs to the kitchen to find that Haley was there as well. "I missed you at school today," said Haley, but the look on Squid's face made her quickly drop the subject. "Quinn, I bought you some things before I picked up Haley," said his Mom. "Maybe you could try one on for us?" Ken was not wild about modeling in front of his Mom, sister and girlfriend but they were all so encouraging he felt like he had no choice. "Ok," he replied but immediately regretted it when he saw what she had purchased. Inside the bag were three new bras. Ken noted only that they were black, white and pink. Squid, who knew a bit more about bras saw that they were all identical in style, full cup with wide straps and four rows of hooks in back. Just the type of industrially engineered bra to hold up Ken's DD/E cup breasts. Despite being practical, the bras were also very feminine, with satin cups overlaid with lace. The pink one had pink satin cups and pink straps overlaid with black lace. The black one was all black, the white one, all white. Ken stepped around the corner to the family room to take off his t-shirt and bra and started to put on his new white bra. "Be careful," called his Mom from the next room "we need to be able to return that if it doesn't fit." She did not need to mention what he had to be careful about. "I'm wearing my silicone pads!" shouted back Ken, annoyed at his situation. He had chosen the white bra as possibly the least embarrassing. He hooked its four hooks in front of him and spun it around. After taking a moment to examine the gleaming satin and delicate lace trim, he slipped the straps over his shoulders and settled his grateful breasts into the waiting cups. They jutted out proudly from his chest, and all of their weight had been transferred to his shoulders. The bra nestled his huge boobs while lifting, separating and displaying them. After making sure his nipple pads were in place he stepped back around the corner to find all three women sitting in chairs turned toward him. They had repositioned the kitchen table chairs in a row and he felt like an underwear model as he strode across the floor wearing just the new bra, his navy skirt, navy tights and the 4" navy pumps. Despite the bra's best efforts, Ken's breasts bounced and swayed with every step. At that moment, his older sister Marla walked in. "Hooray, a fashion show!" yelled Marla, pulling the fourth chair and sitting down next to the other women. Ken's face and chest flushed with embarrassment and covered his chest with his arms. Seeing his discomfort his Mom said, "It looks great honey. How does it feel?" She then stood up and, taking gentle hold of his wrists, lowered them to his sides. Stepping behind him, she adjusted the straps slightly. She then reached around him from behind, and cupping his breasts, measured how effectively the bra was lifting them. Ken could only manage a blank stare back at the faces of his two sisters and girlfriend as they watched his Mom feel him up. After a good thirty seconds of manipulating Ken's bra and breasts, his mom stepped back in front of him for another look and repeated "Quinn, how does it feel?" "It feels great, Mom. Super comfortable." Ken monotoned as he began to snap out of the shock of the situation. "I hoped it would fit, you are a tough size to find. Luckily there is a specialty bra store I know that has a huge inventory of D cup and larger sizes. They normally prefer a professional fitting, but I knew that might be hard for you so I took the measurements from Dr. Goldstein's office. This bra has a special feature..." With that, Ken's mom reached up and released a hidden button at the top of the cup, pulling it down and revealing this to be a nursing bra. After she unbuttoned the other cup she sat down, and left Ken standing alone, virtually naked to the waist in front of the four women, his heavy breasts sagging down through the open cups of his bra. The cool air of the room on his naked tits caused his nipples to erect and first one and then the other silicone nipple pads popped off and fell to the floor. Ken held his manicured hands over his turgid nipples, hiding them but failing miserably at covering up his breasts. Once more his neck and chest flushed with the embarrassment of any young lady with her breasts exposed. Haley quickly scooped the pads rinsed them in the sink and handed them to Marla, who had recently begun using a pair herself due to her imminent delivery. She helped position the pads on Ken's areola but Haley had not dried them completely and they refused to stick properly. The more they tried, the more they manipulated Ken's already erect nipples. The stimulation caused Ken's nipples to become rock hard, almost obscenely long and thick. Marla began laughing at the futility of trying to tamp down Ken's massive nipples but Ken only became angry. "Yeah! Well see how you like it!" said Ken. Sliding his hands up Marla's shirt, he pushed her bra cups up and off of her breasts and began flicking and teasing Marla's nipples. Marla's nipples instantly became erect, she hadn't had sex in months and a wave of lust swept through her. "Stop it Quinn!" she gasped, but Ken continued to tweak and tease Marla's nipples. One moment he appeared to relent, but it was only to position his hand so as to better rub Marla's silky blouse across her throbbing nipples. "Stop it this instant young lady!" shouted Ken's Mom. "Don't you know that nipple stimulation is used to induce labor! Marla is due any day now, you might start her delivery." The words were still echoing in the air when Marla's water broke. Her amniotic fluid hit the floor and the first contraction hit her almost immediately. They all piled into the family's car. Ken's Mom drove with Marla in the passenger seat. Ken, Squid and Haley were squeezed in the back. Ken kept apologizing profusely to Marla as they drove, but she put him at ease "If it wasn't now, it would have been tomorrow or the next day. I had actually been thinking about playing with my nipples to try to get this pregnancy over with. I am already full term and then some." Once at the hospital, everyone climbed out of the car at the emergency room and Squid volunteered to park the car. Ken had very light clothing on, and the cool outside air immediately caused his nipples to stiffen against the confines of his bra. Although he had managed to button up his blouse, his nursing bra cups had not been properly rebuttoned and his silicone nipple pads had been left at home in the confusion. Without being properly buttoned, the cups provided little support and his breasts bounced and swayed with every step. The bra cups also began to slip down due to gravity and the constant motion. Ken was dimly aware of all this, but in the excitement did not realize the extent of the problem. Once the cups fell open, his nipples began rubbing against the soft, silk blouse instantly bringing them rock hard and fully erect. As they stepped inside under the harsh hospital lighting, Ken's pale yellow silk blouse virtually disappeared. While his mother and sisters went ahead, Ken volunteered to stay in the emergency room waiting area for Squid. Unfortunately none of them turned to look back, so as he sat down in the waiting area Ken remained unaware that his breasts were in clear view through the thin blouse. His dark nipples poking against the blouse were most prominent, but the outline of the bra straps around the open bra cups framed his massive breasts for the eyes of the entire waiting room. You could clearly see Ken's well defined areola, and the blouse was transparent enough that even the curve of his breasts was visible. Squid walked in and Ken held his arm up high to wave to her, setting his breasts in motion again. Squid's eyes widened as she took in Ken's appearance. She walked over to him. "I see you are becoming more comfortable with your new look." Ken could sense the sarcasm in her voice and, looking around for the first time, found his reflection in the mirrored dome of a security camera across the room, his tits clearly visible. He also noticed that virtually every eye in the room was on him, mostly grins but more than a few scowls. Ken let out a gasp, covered his chest with one arm and ran down the hall in his heels, flailing his other arm for balance. Squid's eyes shot daggers at the one clearly drunk guy who had the audacity to boo her for ending the titty show. By the time Squid and Ken found Marla, she had been properly set up in the maternity ward. She was lying in bed, with the bed propped up so she could watch TV. She was mostly comfortable, except for the occasional contraction, and the family settled in to wait for her delivery. Now that Ken was aware of his transparent blouse, however, he was keenly embarrassed by it. Some very confident women wear such a blouse to show off their delicate lingerie underneath. Marla had bought it just for that reason and loved its effect on guys. How it had gotten mixed in with her maternity blouses she did not know, but she did know that not only was it transparent, she had bought it when she was a C cup. As Ken's breasts were now mostly filled with milk, he was closer to an E cup and the blouse strained to contain his bra. The blouse was stretched so tightly across the bra that the pattern of the lace became a pattern on the surface of the blouse itself. Even with his bra cups properly buttoned, Marla could clearly see Ken's dark areola through the white bra and sheer blouse. A baby began crying somewhere in the maternity ward, and a few moments later Ken's milk let down with a vengeance. His bra and blouse soaked through in moments and now even his bra became transparent. Once again, not some vague outline of his breasts was visible but every detail down to the blue veins through his bra if you looked closely enough. A nurse came in, took one look at Ken, and immediately handed Ken two cloth diapers. With the help of his girlfriend, Ken removed his blouse and bra and pressed the diapers against his leaking breasts until the nurse returned with a hand breast pump. "Wow, 16 ounces at one sitting!" exclaimed the nurse after Ken had finished expressing his second breast. "We have a lot of women that can?t produce that in an entire day. Would you mind donating it to our milk bank?? Ken said it was the least he could do, although he was a little anxious about what they would discover when they tested the milk. The nurse came back with a hospital gown for Ken to wear and they settled in for what looked to be a long night. As they are wont to do, Marla?s baby came in the early hours of the morning. Since it was a school night, Squid and Haley had left hours before, and Ken and his Mom had stayed to be with Marla. Ken had pumped once more that night and eight more times during Marla?s 36 hour stay, this was a little more than his normal schedule because every time he watched Marla nursing her new daughter his breasts started leaking in sympathy. He donated his milk to the hospital who had tested the first batch and judged it to be excellent. Ken attracted stares as he walked out of the hospital. Squid had brought him his new black satin and lace bra that he now wore under a little black dress with a keyhole cutout to emphasize his boobs. The bra?s lace clearly peaking out of the keyhole around his cleavage. ?A little payback for the embarrassment you caused me in the waiting room,? whispered Squid, smiling as she noticed how the long chandelier earrings seemed to annoy Ken as they continually brushed against the sides of his face. Squid followed Ken from a discrete distance as he walked out, watching mouths gape from a distance. Squid noticed the stares continued to follow Ken?s enormous ass it rolled back and forth in the tight dress and high heels. Ken looked great for a nightclub, not so much for a hospital. In the weeks immediately after the delivery Ken spent much of his time taking care of the baby. Marla had started a new job just weeks before and had to start back after just a week off. Due to the constraints of her job, Marla quickly allowed her breasts to dry up. She didn?t mind not nursing, the women at her office told her it would play heck with her breasts if she kept it up for long. Marla had been hired by a local modeling agency as their office manager. It was great that they could see past her impending childbirth and give her a chance, and she was determined not to blow it. With Marla working long hours at her new job, the drudgery of being a new Mom fell to Ken. Marla asked Ken to bottle feed his milk to the baby and he was happy to obey her request. With the baby used to feeding from the bottle all of the Guilden women were able to help with the nighttime feedings. It was Ken, however, who was stuck playing mommy during Marla?s long workday. His Mom also worked long hours and Haley had made the school debate team. So every day from 7am until 5, 6 or even 7pm Ken was the nanny. He had taken to wearing long housedresses that buttoned to the waist to provide easy access to his breasts for pumping. With a wide belt cinched tight around his tiny waist and ever present high heels, Ken looked the height of 50?s fashion for a housewife. Although Marla had tried to keep weight off during her pregnancy, she felt very self-conscious surrounded by models whose dress size seemed to range from 00 to 2. Normally an athletic size six, Marla had gone up to a size 10 during her pregnancy and was anxious to lose the weight. She started working out at the gym at her office, and rapidly returned her body to her pre-pregnancy weight. As Marla?s breasts returned to a pert C cup, Ken began to feel more self-conscious than ever about his DD?s. He was still producing as much milk as ever and had recently received his fourth certificate of appreciation from the hospital, once again acknowledging him as the month?s largest breast milk donor. March brought Ken?s seventeenth birthday. It was a somewhat subdued celebration. It happened to coincide with the baby?s six-month birthday and so most of the attention revolved around watching her try a tiny piece of cake. Ken watched along thinking, ?this is typical, my life?s role is just her nanny at this point anyway.? Winter gave way to Spring and then to Summer and still Ken played mommy: pushing the stroller around the block, exercising to DVD?s with a couple of the other neighborhood teenage moms. Ken was forced to listen along as they talked about their sex lives with their husbands. Ken was happy to take on Marla?s identity as abandoned mother in this one regard, and claimed not to have a sex life to speak of. In truth, Squid came over more now that it was summer and they still had their sex games, although Squid?s dominant side, present from the beginning, began to show itself more and more. The other moms pooled their money and bought Ken an original Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator, which he blushingly accepted. Squid had begun Ken?s ?anal training? (as she called it) one summer day by requiring Ken to dress up in his tarty schoolgirl outfit and go to the drugstore to buy a cart full of items. Items that while embarrassing individually, were a complete humiliation to buy together. Squid?s list included 1, 2 and 3 quart enema bags including large douche nozzles, Vaseline, K-Y jelly, false eyelashes in sizes from ?natural look? to ?drag queen,? two speculums, laxatives, syringes, and perhaps most distressingly a set of 6 tiny padlocks all keyed identically. Ken was mortified as the checkout girl silently wrung up the items, each too embarrassed to say a word. When they returned home and the baby was put down to nap, Ken was told to go up to his room and strip naked. Squid then called him into the bathroom and told him to kneel on the floor and put his forehead down. He saw she had doubled up some towels for him to kneel on, and he knelt down with his round buttocks high in the air and rested his head on his folded hands. He heard the sound of water running and looked up to see Squid hefting an enema bag and hanging it on the shower rod. She lubricated the enema nozzle with Vaseline and slid it slowly into Ken?s asshole. Squid then unclamped the tube and warm water began to flow into Ken. ?I put a little soap in it to get you nice and clean,? said Squid. ?It is just a quart, but I think we will work our way up to the big leagues soon enough.? She waited for the bag to empty, removed the nozzle, and told Ken to ?hold it or else.? Squid returned and sat on the toilet, reading aloud from a book of erotica while masturbating. After a good fifteen minutes, Squid orgasmed loudly. She stood up and relinquished the toilet to Ken who gratefully emptied his bowels. For his second enema, she made him hold it while he licked her to orgasm again. Having just cum, Ken knew this would take Squid awhile and he was right. Sweat trickled down his back and he began to moan in discomfort from the cramping. Fortunately, this turned Squid on and she orgasmed again soon after. Ken had to wait for her to knead his swollen tits and belly before she let him empty his bowels again. ?This is your first slink,? said Squid, pulling out a long tapered sex toy from her bag as they returned to the bedroom. ?This one is 12 inches long, it is the smallest one.? Ken?s eyes widened at this and at the implication of more to come. Squid had Ken kneel on the bed in the same position he had assumed in the bathroom. After coating the copper colored sex toy with K-Y jelly she told him to kiss it. She taunted him by waving the silicone toy in front of his mouth, forcing him to chase down the wobbly tip of it with his mouth. After several misses, she took pity on him and held it steady so he could kiss the tip. She then pushed a good eight inches into his mouth, passing the tip well into his throat and forcing his red lips wide as he neared the base. ?Look at me Quinn,? said Squid and held Ken?s eye contact as she positioned the slink at her crotch and held it like her own 12 inch cock. She fucked his mouth for a few moments and then continued to push the widest part of the slink past his teeth and into his mouth. His lips closed around the flange and he immediately began to panic. He grabbed the base but could not open his jaws wide enough to pull it back out. Eleven of the twelve inches were now locked in by Ken?s teeth and it was only his dildo training that allowed him to keep from choking. Sensing the problem, Squid helped pry Ken?s jaws open a few extra millimeters and the slink slid back out. Before Ken was done gasping for breath, Squid had the slink pressed up against Ken?s virgin anus. It was far too big for him, but Squid was determined and persistent. The tiny tip slid in easily. Then, every few inches, Ken would tense up and Squid would have to stop and stroke Ken?s asshole or jack him off until he relaxed again. After a good ten minutes of effort, the slink finally slipped inside. Ken?s forehead was dripping from the exertion but he knew what was expected. ?Thank you for training me, Ma?am? said Ken. ?Such a good girl,? replied Squid, lifting Ken?s face up and kissing him deeply. ?Let?s get you dressed.? With that she produced a high-waisted girdle with a built in thong panty designed to reduce his waist while not creating the dreaded ?visible panty line.? In this case, the strong elastic of the material squeezed his waist from the bottom of his rib cage all the way to his hips while simultaneously shoving his anal intruder in tightly. Squid added his white nursing bra and adjusted his cleavage before dressing Ken in a knee length white summer dress with big black polka dots. Ken was given a pair of white sandals with three-inch heels to wear and followed Squid awkwardly downstairs. He noticed his gait was different when walking with the twelve inch sex toy buried in his ass. The six-inch circumference of the base did an admirable job of keeping the sex toy from slipping in, but it also spread his butt cheeks out as he walked. Squid, dressed in simple khaki shorts and a t-shirt announced they were going for a bike ride. Ken blanched as the base of his sex toy rested on the bicycle seat and he felt his entire weight pressing him down on it, his fat cheeks barely supported by the narrow seat. Ken let out a high pitched squeak as he sat down, just as his Mom came around the corner. ?Everything Ok, Quinn? You looked flushed.? ?I I I?m fine Mom? stammered Quinn in reply. ?Don?t be gone too long, Marla will be dropping off the baby soon and I can?t stay.? ?Yes Mom,? said Ken and with that he and Marla took off on their bike ride. Ken had a lovely old fashioned women?s bike with a basket. Its frame had been designed to be worn with a skirt and with his dress he would have looked right at home riding through Paris or Amsterdam. He tried leaning forward or back and even standing in the pedals but could get no real relief from the feeling of being impaled. Squid told him to quit fidgeting and so he rode along, the picture of femininity with the high-waisted girdle forcing him into perfect posture: back straight, massive tits jutting forward. When they returned home, Marla was already there. She was little perturbed that Ken?s bike riding was going to make her late for a date. When Squid mentioned, ?I thought you hated men.? Marla replied, ?Men are pigs, I?m just looking to get laid.? Marla left almost immediately, but it was another half hour before Squid allowed Ken to take out the slink. ?I want you to wear this for an hour every day. Text me when you put it in and when you take it out.? Ken started to protest, but quickly thought better of it. ?I also want you to keep it clean, which means you need to clean out your insides before you put it in and to wash it when you take it out.? Ken protested that it was impossible to get much privacy in the house but Squid knew that was bullshit. ?Look, your schedule is off from the rest of the family. Now that Haley has a summer job, you have the whole house to yourself most of the day. Who is going to walk in on you, the baby?? ?For trying to bullshit me I am upping it to keeping it in two hours each day and if I hear one more peep from you I will make it three, do you understand?? Ken was left so intimidated that he merely looked at Squid wide eyed and nodded, too afraid even to answer out loud. Squid, turned on by the domination, laid back and told Ken to eat her out until she told him to stop. When she finally relented half an hour later, Ken?s jaw was aching. From that point on, every day around 8:00am just as everyone left for work Ken would go upstairs, take his enema, and insert his slink. He would then text Squid ?It?s in? before heading back downstairs to clean up the kitchen. Squid still smiled each day when she got his texts and generally sent back ?Good girl.? By 10:30 am, Ken was able to pull his slink back out and put it away for the day. After texting Squid ?It?s out? it would be time to sit with his pump for the second milking of the day. Whatever changed from day to day, Ken?s milking sessions continued unabated. As summer turned back to fall, Ken began to talk of returning to high school. Marla had already been promoted in her job and was apparently really good at making the business side of the modeling agency work. They were paying for her to take business and law classes and she begged Ken to take care of the baby for one more year. At seventeen and a half, Ken felt his life had stalled. He was living the life of an unwed teenage mother, and told Marla that he could not do it any longer. Marla came back with a counter offer, her firm was desperate to keep her and were willing to let Ken work there as well. He would work three days a week in the office, getting a chance to learn something about business, and would spend two days working in an in-house day care center. It turned out there were two other employees similar to Marla with very young children and they were willing to try at least try to accommodate them in order to keep them. Ken tried to mention that Marla could work part-time in the in-house day care herself, but Marla had become a very skilled negotiator and Ken was soon insisting that her time was far too valuable and that he should be the one with day-care duty. So now every day Ken arose at 5:30am. After a quick morning pee, he filled his enema bag with warm soapy water and carried it back to his own room. Hanging the bag from a hook Squid had put in the ceiling for their bondage games, Ken knelt on all fours as Squid had taught him and self- administered the enema. The larger douche nozzle flowed quickly and despite now using the 2-quart bag, Ken was able to remove the nozzle by 5:40. He then wrapped on a robe and moved quickly to his desk to pump his breasts. The timing was important because the twenty minutes until 6:00 was just enough time to pump and put away his milk and was also the requisite time Squid had set to hold his enema. His window in the bathroom also ran from 6:00 to 6:20. While his pump chugged away, sucking in his teats and milking him, Ken sat at his ?desk? reading some of the homework Squid had assigned. This assignment happened to be a treatise on how to give yourself the perfect home permanent. Ken?s ?desk? was now a desk only in name. His desk lamp and computer had been replaced with a vanity mirror and an extensive collection of makeup tubes, brushes and perfumes. The desk itself had been sheathed in pink Corian. At 5:58 Ken shut off the pump, capped his breast milk, and shoved everything into his mini-fridge. With the cramps fast becoming urgent, Ken waddled back toward the bathroom to expel his enema. When he saw the door closed, he said a silent prayer and remembered the day when he arrived at the door to expel his enema and found it locked. It is too horribly messy to put into words, but suffice it to say there was a reason Ken now kept a large plastic bucket in his room. Haley stepped out of the bathroom just as Ken approached. Seeing the concentration on his face, Haley gave an exaggerated ?right this way? hand gesture with her arm and let Ken by. Ken quickly sat and expelled his enema as quietly as his cramps would allow. A squeeze from a Fleet enema bottle to rinse left Ken clean as a daisy as he stepped into the shower. Washing his long hair took time, and by the time he finished drying off and brushing his teeth Marla was banging on the door. As she pushed past him into the bathroom Ken said ?Sorry Ma?am? finding it difficult to separate their office and home relationships. Back in his room at 6:22, Ken began to get dressed. First he lubed his slink, set it on his chair and slowly lowered himself down onto it. This took some time as he had recently stepped up to the medium slink and it was taking some getting used to. Just as the round globes of his ass reached the wooden seat of his old desk chair, Ken?s asshole slipped over the largest part of the sex toy and the rest sucked in until the base rested snugly against his anus. Next came Ken?s silicone nipple pads, followed by a peach lace bra and matching panties. Then came sheer white pantyhose, white miniskirt and peach silk blouse. The blouse was ruffled and made Ken?s huge tits look even bigger. The staff were required to wear miniskirts and forbidden from wearing jackets to make it easier for clients to tell the executives, who mattered, from the staff, who did not. For the same reason the staff were assigned feminine blouses in certain colors to wear each day, Monday being peach. Ken was pleased that a simple ponytail was all that the dress code required (or allowed) of him for hairstyle. Foundation, eyeliner, eyeshadow and lipstick were also all required and the colors also changed with the day. Ken?s false eyelashes never changed, although he was required to remove and replace them every weekend. Jewelry for the day was pearl earrings and a strand of pearls of a length that Ken felt designed to be exactly long enough to get stuck in his cleavage. (Ken?s pearls were imitation, but still a very nice looking set of fakes.) Ken put on the requisite black pumps and clacked his way down to Marla?s room to gather the baby and pick out her clothes for the day. He was always careful to be out of the way before Marla came back from the bathroom. Moving downstairs, Ken generally let the baby sleep while he put on coffee and made breakfast for Marla and himself. Marla came downstairs in black slacks and a tailored jacket with a black silk blouse underneath. Her makeup was light and natural, in contrast to Ken?s 1950?s style paint job. While Marla ate and read the paper, Ken finished prepping the diaper bag with milk, snacks, diapers and anything daycare might need for the day. Ken was fortunate today, the baby never woke up even when transferred to the car and they would make it on time for once. Marla drove her new BMW and parked in a spot labeled Marla Guilden ? VP. Although nearly every manager in the firm held a VP title, it had been Marla?s second promotion in less than two years and marked her as a rising star. Marla carried her baby into the daycare room while Ken followed carrying the diaper bag as well as Marla?s briefcase and both of their purses. ?Hi Miss Susan? said Ken, before explaining everything he had packed in the diaper bag to today?s Nanny on Duty. The Nanny on Duty was given the title ?Miss? to try to teach the children good manners. The executives were ?Ma?am? and rest of the staff were simply not worth bothering with an honorific. ?Thanks, Quinn? said Susan before taking the waking baby in her arms and cooing to her. Susan was wearing a white pinafore over a blue dress and had a simple black hairband holding back her hair. White tights and black flats completed the ?Alice in Wonderland? outfit required for the Nanny on Duty. Ken would be dressed in an identical outfit tomorrow, and it was already pressed and hanging in his closet at home. ?Have a nice day Ma?am? Susan offered to Marla before scurrying off to warm the baby?s milk. Ken followed Marla, back out of daycare and into Marla?s office. As Marla sat down, Ken went over the day?s appointments and then went back to sit at his secretarial desk outside. Although Ken had jumped at the opportunity to learn the ?business? all he had done so far was type, file and answer phones. The most important things he had learned so far were: 1) even the most junior manager outranked the most senior secretary and 2) once you started as a secretary, there was no way you would ever climb over to the management side. The phone would not stop ringing and Ken started to fall behind. Marla was furious she did not have the reports she wanted to review as she left for her meeting. ?Quinn, you better have those reports ready when I get back!? ?Yes Ma?am? Ken whimpered. He was becoming such a wimp. To add to his problems, it was now 10:00 and four hours had passed since his last milking. Ken?s tits were starting to ache, and he did not have twenty minutes to go sit in the closet and pump. Then he had an idea. He could transfer his line into Marla?s office and answer calls while he pumped. He could even continue his typing while he pumped in the privacy of her office. He had pumped in there before, he rationalized. But that was at her invitation, Ken remembered, and he had not sat at her desk or used the phone or computer. Desperate for time, Ken transferred his phone and quickly set up shop in Marla?s office. He turned his pump on and began typing, lowering the microphone volume to mask the noise of the pump. The phone rang and Ken answered loudly, ?Hello, Marla Guilden?s office. How may I help you?? ?Hi Quinn, this is Tom Dresswell from Dresswell Industries. Did Marla get my text that I had to cancel our 10:30?? ?N-N-No Mr. Dresswell, I don?t think she did,? said Ken, turning pale beneath the thick layers of foundation. The door to the office swung open and Marla stepped in. ?M-M-Mr. Dresswell? stammered Ken handing Marla the phone. ?Hi Tom, just got your text. Don?t worry about it! Yes, I saw it just as I walked out of the building. You?ll never believe this, but I just walked into my office and found Quinn pumping her milk at my desk! Can you imagine? Yes both her huge tits, right out there in the open. Can you imagine? Ok stop imagining so much. Tell you what, next meeting come to my office and Quinn will show you how she does it. Ok, bye.? Marla handed Ken back the phone and Ken blushed red under his foundation. ?Tom is an old friend and he confided he has a thing for your huge tits. Next time we see him, you are going to multi-task for him just like you are now.? Ken wasn?t sure exactly what Marla was offering Tom, but it sounded like he was going to be showing Tom his breasts at the very least. The day began to get better after that, and Ken even found a moment at lunchtime to run to the bathroom and remove his slink. Ken had been fortunate to find a cylindrical ziplock bag that could handle both its 16 inch length and massive base. He placed the slimy toy into the ziplock bag and sipped it shut before hiding it deep within his breast pump tote bag. Marla kept him working until 6:57 pm. Susan looked slightly frazzled as Ken entered daycare precisely at 7:00pm, the latest you were allowed to pick-up from daycare. Ken knew from experience that taking care of three kids all day was hard. Marla had Ken play with the baby in the back seat on the drive back home. Squid was already at home, ready for a little dress up session. Ken played street whore to Squid?s policewoman. Later, Ken peeled off his fishnet stockings and rubbed his wrists where the handcuffs had been. It seemed like his head had just hit the pillow when the alarm went off at 5:30 to start the day again. Six months later, Ken found himself sitting across from Marla?s desk trying not to fidget. To punish Ken for questioning her authority some months before Marla had made Ken scour the internet for a low wooden chair, almost a child?s chair, for him to sit on while in her office. Whenever she called him in, he removed it from a cabinet and sat on its hard seat. The wood was contoured, ostensibly for comfort, but Ken found that mostly it served to push his slink (now 20 inches long) further in. He sat so low that he almost appeared to be squatting. His skirt rode up further exposing his long legs and sheer nylons. Also, it was impossible to cross his legs, so he sat with his knees clenched together looking like a child on stage for a spelling bee. The huge breasts and black lace bra spilling out of his blouse, however, dispelled that image. Ken had not been sufficiently enthusiastic and cheerful for Mr. Dresswell when he came for his breast pumping demonstration so Marla had a tailor remove two buttons from the top of all Ken?s company blouses. His cleavage was now on plain view throughout the day, and Ken was constantly trying to adjust his blouse to cover up. Even months later, Ken was still not used to having his boobs on display. Marla loved to watch Ken?s discomfort when men stared at his chest. Never brave enough to confront the stares, after first eye contact Ken would stare at his desk or the ground and try to get his slippery blouse to stay over his cleavage. In Marla?s view it was a virtuous cycle. Ken?s embarrassment over his exposed tits made him nervous and shy. Men found the combination of a woman with the body of a stripper and the shyness of a schoolgirl irresistible and were fascinated by Ken?s losing battle to hide his boobs. This ultimately led to harder stares, more embarrassment and so on. This change was so successful in further breaking Ken?s spirit that Marla had instituted the change throughout the staff. Announcing the change in dress code as ?Quinn?s Rule? did nothing to endear Quinn to the other secretaries. Some of the older secretaries, in particular, felt the attitude conveyed by their office attire had been transformed from ?stylish, feminine, sexy? to ?slutty, bimbo, desperate.? Still, Marla had been surprised when Ken disappeared during his morning pumping one day. She found him in his pumping closet two hours later. As she flicked on the light, he looked up, his mascara ruined from crying. He had been left in the dark, his wrists, elbows, knees and ankles zip tied to a sturdy wooden chair. His cheeks bulged with what Marla would later discover to be three pairs of panties held in by packing tape wrapped several times over his mouth and all of the way round the back of his neck. Marla pulled the headphones off of Ken?s ears and heard the recording of hungry infants from daycare crying. The track had been set to play on an endless loop at maximum volume. Ken?s breast pump sat, unused, just out of reach. As Ken later told it, he had sat for an eternity as the sound of hungry babies made his milk try to let down over and over. Unable to manually assist the flow in any way, however, the pressure in his tits just kept building. It did not help that binder clips had been placed on his nipples. Marla had found those on the floor, in his desperation Ken had ultimately been able to shake and bounce them off. Ultimately the massive pressure in his tits forced the milk to dribble out; he was still dripping heavily when Marla found him. She remembered with satisfaction that she had made him mop up his milk before he was even allowed to repair his makeup. Marla found herself getting turned on by the memory and forced herself to snap back to the present. She had told Ken to write a self-assessment as part of his six month review and now she took to dissecting it and him piece by piece. ?You gave yourself a ?B? in computer skills, that?s a laugh. You are forever behind in your work on the computer.? ?I am really good in Microsoft Office,? Ken replied. ?All I ever do is typing and data entry. I am really good with Excel, please let me do some spreadsheet work.? Ken was desperate for a mental challenge, so far his biggest challenge had been to reach the required 65 words per minute while typing in glamour length nails. A ?simple? goal he was constantly reminded he was failing. ?Don?t you worry your pretty little head about the numbers, that?s my job,? taunted Marla. ?Office skills, D+,? said Marla scratching out the B and writing D+ in red. ?Don?t look all pouty at me, that score is not subjective. The computer tracks your speed and spits out your grade.? Ken had already known that in this office ?computers skills? = ?typing speed.? Nevertheless, it was still a bitter pill to swallow when shoved down your throat. The rest of the performance review went even worse. Ken?s fragile confidence left him unable to defend himself while Marla seemed to honestly believe that this self-criticism process made better employees. Tears were welling in Ken?s eyes as they reached the end of the interview. Then something surprising happened. Marla pressed her intercom button and said,?Send her in.? Squid strode into the room wearing her usual attire of leather pants, motorcycle boots and a leather bustier. She sat down in the normal office chair next to Ken and towered over him on his tiny chair. Squid saw the tears in his eyes and said simply ?Why so sad?? That simple question sent Ken over the edge. The added humiliation of his girlfriend seeing he was trying not to cry pushed Ken over the edge and tears began streaming down his face. His shoulders shook with sobs as Marla and Squid comforted Ken. After five minutes and several Kleenex he was able to stop sobbing. Marla, the master negotiator, saw the broken secretary and knew it was time to move in for the kill. ?Quinn, did you know Susan in day care is quitting?? Ken nodded. He knew Susan wanted to be a full-time Mom. ?It is obvious