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The Restaurant Part Seven Publishing date - - about 270 years in your future. (In the past few chapters) We have learned that The Restaurant always delivers satisfaction, happiness, and fulfillment. But, those goals are just the first rung of a very tall ladder. The Restaurant always strives to go another rung higher, no matter how many rungs you have already reached. (In the past few months) Jack's whole body (except his brain and most of the nerve cells in his body) had been dissolved, and then rebuilt, cell by cell, into what he is now. Mostly, the nerves in his brain had remained the same - some old ones gone, some new ones grown, but overall it was mostly the same - the changes were just to support his new biology. But, it seemed that perhaps more changes were happening now, and who knows what changes are to come? (In the past few days) Jack (now Monique) was having the best time of his life. Really, the very best time of his life, serving at The Restaurant. He was happier than he had ever been as a man. (Present) Monique came into Monique's quarters. That is, the original Monique, who had once been Jack, was on break, laying in her bed. She had breast pumps attached to her nipples, and those nipples were getting sucked up into the cones of the breast pump. Milk gushed out of them with each pump of the machine. You would need a quite large shopping bag if you wanted to put either of those bosoms into a shopping bag, for some reason. "Hi, Monique," this Monique said to me. She had lovely, shining champagne blonde hair that fell down to her ankles. "SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL!" thought Monique. And she was naked, and her breasts were even larger than Monique's - maybe fifty percent larger or more, which meant it was really hard for her to move around. She was carrying over one hundred twenty pounds of bosoms. She held her hands under her bosoms to help hold them up, and milk squirted out of her nipples with every step, because her bosoms bounced with every step. Her nipples looked like they were close to the size of salt shakers - really big, but perhaps not quite as big as salt shakers - and they oozed milk, dripped milk - and with every jiggle or bounce of her bosom, especially with each step she took, they squirted milk in a couple of dozen showers. There was a wet trail of milk on the floor behind her. "Hi, Champagne," I said. I called this Monique Champagne because of her champagne blonde hair. She and I were good friends and we both had served many meals together at The Restaurant. I knew that one day I would be this Champagne Monique. All the Moniques at The Restaurant were me - they were just me in the future, and The Restaurant had somehow had these future me's travel into the past so that there would be enough Moniques to staff The Restaurant. It was all good, and I liked it - I liked every Monique in The Restaurant - of course I did, they were in fact all me. "How are you doing today, Monique," Champagne Monique said to me, as she sat down beside me, cradling her bosoms in her arms as she sat. "Feeling confident, lovely, and sexy?" Then Champagne Monique pulled the breast pump off my nearest breast and took it into her mouth and started nursing me. She sucked, and as she did that, she swirled her tongue all over my nipple. And my nipple seemed so big to me. At least I thought it was, but Champagne Monique's were quite a bit bigger. Milk squirted out of me into her mouth, and milk squirted out of my other nipple into the pumping machine. Champagne Monique's mouth felt much better than the plastic cone of the pumping machine, and I wanted her to keep nursing me. Her tongue slid over my nipple, her lips pressed against my aureole, and this was so much better than the plastic cone and suction machine. When I was on break from The Restaurant, I had to pump myself every hour, or my bosoms felt like they would explode with milk. I had even tried sleeping with the breast pumps on, but that didn't work out so well - they would slip off, or I would get so stimulated that I couldn't fall asleep. So it was mostly short naps here and there for me - which was actually working out well for me. She sucked my bosom, and reached up and rubbed the back of my neck, and that felt so good. As she leaning over me, her own massive bosoms rested on my body, and they were so heavy - but this felt good, and this was so sexy, I really liked it. She reached between my legs and pushed a finger up inside my pussy - then pushed a second one in there, and moved them around, and I almost came - almost, but not quite. Champagne Monique new exactly how much stimulation I could take before I had an orgasm (and, truth be told, it didn't require all that much stimulation!). Champagne Monique let my nipple loose from her mouth, and dribbles of milk still leaked from it down the lower part of my breast, and onto my stomach. She said, "It's time for your first change, Monique. The Restaurant loves variety." "What do you mean, my first change?" I asked. "Well, it's not really your first change. Your first change was from Jack to Monique. But now, The Restaurant wants a new Monique to stimulate the customers in new ways and to keep up the variety. So, it's time for your first change as a woman." "You can pick almost any change you want. Would you like bigger breasts, like mine?" And she took her fingers out of my pussy, raised herself up and used her arms to lift up her massive bosoms and nipples. I looked at them and saw milk seeping out of dozens of spots on each large nipple. "Those look fantastic, Champagne. Do they feel really good?" I asked. "Believe me, Monique - the bigger they are, the more you will like them and the happier you will be - and the better they will feel, too!. Mine are so sensitive now that sometimes I come just from a touch. Not always, not even most of the time, but sometimes I don't even need to have someone kiss them or nurse them. Sometimes - not every time, mind you, but every once in a while - when someone holds them and rubs the nipples then I am sent into a world of orgasm, and it is so wonderful you have no idea at all. My bosoms can take control of my entire body, and they can fill every inch of me with pleasure. It's hormones and stimulation of extra nerves in there - the larger your bosoms and nipples become, the more hormones they release when they are nursed. And these female hormones make you feel good, and sexy, and happy, and erotic - and, of course, they stimulate your milk glands at the same time to make more milk. It's not something you can control, Monique. When your nipples are nursed, those hormones are released, and those hormones have a powerful effect on your body. The hormones have more control over your body and your feelings than you do yourself - and that's a good thing, a very, very good thing, believe me!" "These hormones make you feel W O N D E R F U L ! ! !" Champagne said. "They make you feel happiness, and they stimulate you so that you will feel sexy - and believe me, you will be sexy and you will feel sexy - those hormones will see to that. And they actually produce enjoyment - enjoyment inside your body, and enjoyment inside of your brain - no part of you will be left out, and you will enjoy the experience. You do not really have a choice in the matter." "With bosoms similar to mine, your nursing hormones actually have more control over your body than you do -- AND IT'S SO MARVELOUSLY GRAND!," Champagne Monique said and gave me a big smile. I could tell she was so excited telling me about all of this - and I liked what I was hearing, yes I liked it! "Let me tell you a little bit about us Monique's, Monique. The larger your bosoms, the more nerves you have, the stronger the feelings you will get. This is the opposite of most women - they get the same amount of nerves in a small breast as they do in a large breast - the same number of nerves in a small nipple as in a large one. The number of nerves in a normal woman is set at birth, and whether their bosoms grow small or large, they do not get more nerves. If their bosoms are large, they have the same amount of nerves, just spread out over a larger space. So for a normal woman, they actually get less stimulation from a large breast than from a small breast." "We are very different from normal women, Monique. The Restaurant makes sure that if our breasts are twice as large, we get about four times the nerve tissue, and we feel things about four times stronger because of this. Also when our nipples are nursed, if the nipples are twice as big, we get about four times the hormones released into our bodies - and these hormones control our bodies and our minds and our feelings to a huge extent. When these nursing hormones are released, you will feel happy, they make you feel pleasure, and there's not a single thing you can do about that. These hormones have a powerful effect on your brain. If your breasts are large enough - like mine are (and she pushed them up a bit with her wrists and hands, and some showers of milk shot out of her nipples) - then it will be an effect that is utterly beyond your control." "The combination of the extra hormones and the extra nerves makes more pleasure and stronger orgasms. Those orgasms release even more hormones for even more pleasure. If you like pleasure - and who doesn't of course - then larger bosoms are the way to go, that's for sure." "Plus there's the staying power, too. With larger bosoms, you can supply more milk for longer periods of time. With the extra milk glands in my bosoms, fed by the extra hormones that flood out of my nipples when they are nursed, I can go hours and never run out of milk." "When I am getting milked, I am like a hormone factory. The more my nipples get sucked, the more female hormones get released into my body - meantime, these very same hormones are stimulating the milk glands in my bosoms to make even more milk and the more milk I make, the more the customer gets. Believe me, I can not describe how this really is - just that it is good. It is a kind of good you have yet to feel." "I think that this body of mine might be the best body out of all the Monique bodies ever" Champagne Monique said, and waved her hands around her bosoms and womanly figure as she said this. "I know that you already know some small parts of this, Monique. But knowing is different than feeling. Also, you have only had one female body, so you do not have anything to compare it with. I can tell you that feelings are stronger and better and more pleasurable with bigger bosoms, but until you experience it, you will never know what it is like." "So now that you have had a few moments to think about it, what kind of change would you like, if you could have any change you wished for?" Champagne Monique asked. "How will the changes work, Champagne?" I asked. "Simple - just like the first time, you go into the tank. I know you don't remember going into the tank the first time, back when you were a man. But here's what happens - pretty much every part of your body gets dissolved - except for your brain and nerve cells. Then your entire body gets rebuilt around your brain and nerve cells, molecule by molecule, cell by cell, until you have a completely new body. While that is happening, any nerve cells in your body that would not be needed by your new body dissolve, and any new nerve cells that your new body needs will be built up the same way. And, any nerve cells that are getting old, or are damaged, are dissolved and rebuilt the same way." "So, each and every time you get a fresh, wonderful, brand new youthful body. Your brain stays the same - but if you have any old nerve cells in your brain, they get replaced with fresh new ones - your brain, your mind, will never, ever get old, never age. And you get not just a new body, it's a custom-design, with all the modifications you need built right in. It will still be you because it's your brain, your feelings, your thoughts - just in a brand new body, designed by The Restaurant. Exactly like you have right now, just a 'new and improved' model. It's as simple as that." "Hmm..." Monique said. "Well, here's what I am thinking about. I remember on the night of the Seafood Dinner my nipples felt like they had grown to the size of cow nipples, or maybe even larger - AND IT FELT SOOOO GOOOOOD ! ! ! I think I would like to actually have them that large so that I could feel those same sensations every time I am nursed." "Agreed" said Champagne Monique, giving me a big smile. Champagne Monique already knew what Monique was going to say - she remembered this, and she knew the next choices too. "I really, really, and I mean REALLY like to have my bosoms nursed. It feels so good. Can you fix it so that I don't have to use this pumping machine anymore?" and I pointed to the breast pump, with it's conical cups and mechanical pump. "The Restaurant can make that happen too, Monique," Champagne Monique said smiling. "I want my bosoms to be nursed pretty much all the time - day, night, awake, asleep - and I want the sensation from nipples to be stronger, just like you talked about. I know they feel so good right now - but I want more feelings in my nipples, like you feel and like you said. Also, more feelings in my aureoles would be great, too - I want them to be as sensitive as my nipples are right now." "Then, deep inside my breasts - I wish I could feel it when my milk ducts are creating milk. I want to be able to feel the milk flowing from the milk ducts inside my bosoms all the way to my nipples. It should feel good, I mean really really good." "The Restaurant can make all that happen, have no concern about that. But remember, to get more stimulation and sensitivity means larger nipples, larger nipples that hold even more nerve cells." "Okay," I said smiling, "that is exactly what I am wishing for - that sounds good! "And one more thing," I said, "I think it would be kind of nice if my nipples would stiffen and swell up when they were nursed," I said, and looked up at Champagne Monique, smiling. "Monique, I imagine I know what you are thinking about. You want your nipples to be more than an inch or two long, and to engorge when they are stimulated - maybe even more than they do right now. Monique, are you missing that penis that you had when you are a man?" "No, of course not!" I said to Champagne Monique, but smiled at her as I said this. I knew that she already knew the thoughts in my head, because she had already had those exact thoughts herself when she was me. "Well, we will see what we can do. But if you want really large nipples like you say, you will need more breast tissue - and those nipples will need more milk ducts than you have right now to supply them. And, so that your bosoms are not saggy, they will need to be stiffened up with more collagen. I am thinking of maybe three inch nipples, maybe an inch thick. Remember, the bigger you make them, the more nerves and the more stimulation you get." "All of these things means larger bosoms for you." "Monique - this means your bosoms will have extra nerves - and these are nerves that feed right into your brain - twice the nipple, four times the feelings. Four times the stimulation you receive plus four times the hormones they release from nursing - hormones that go right into your body. Okay?" I smiled back and said, "Yes indeed, Monique, yes indeed." I said, "Okay." And Champagne Monique smiled at me and said,"I do know this, Monique - you will really like those changes - believe me." Champagne Monique smiled and thought to herself "I know, because I lived through them myself." Champagne said, "These are really, really good changes that you want. Anything else you can think of?" Champagne bent over me and looked me right in the eyes, and said, "Anything at all?" And I looked at her, and kind of shyly said, "Well, I really like it when food gets pushed so deep inside me that it hits my cervix. That feels really nice. I kind of wish my cervix was more sensitive." "Is that all, then, Monique?" Champagne Monique looked deep into my eyes again. "Well, not really. I kind of wish my cervix was as sensitive as my clitoris is. Yes, I know my clitoris is pretty sensitive, but I wish I could have that same feeling from deep inside my belly - from the deepest part of my vagina, the very end of it. I think it would feel really good if I could get extra stimulation from deep inside me there. I want my cervix to be just like a second clitoris, and I want to be able to have orgasms from food rubbing around on it, just like when a person rubs their tongue around on my real clitoris." "I thought you might say something like that, Monique," Champagne Monique said and winked at me. Of course she already knew I was going to ask that, she was me from the future and she had all my memories. "The Restaurant can do all that," she said, and kissed me. "But don't you think you might receive too much stimulation?" she said, and reached down to my pussy. She spread my pussy lips apart with her fingers, and then squeezed the upper part of my pussy - including my clitoris - between her thumb and finger and pulled on it, stretched it a little bit away from my body. Then she started rolling it around in between her thumb and finger and tapping on it with another finger, pulling and pushing on it, rubbing and tapping on it, it was driving me crazy! 'I don't think so, Champagne - unhh hnnn ungggg mmm nnnnnn hmmm, ohh godddddddddd" and I had an orgasm right there, and Champagne Monique made it stretch out longer and longer, playing with my clitoris in all kinds of ways, twisting it and pushing it up and down and up and down repeatedly, and my legs tightened up and my whole body stiffened in a wonderful orgasm, and my pussy started squeezing down, even though there was nothing in it. Finally Champagne Monique slowed down and then stopped, and my orgasm also slowed and then stopped. "Champagne, that felt so good, so really, really good," I said. "So you are pretty sure about these changes you want?" Champagne asked. "I am sure, Champagne. But what if I get all these changes and then there is some bad thing I didn't think of, and it turns out I don't like the changes?" "Do not worry about that, Monique," Champagne said to me. "The Restaurant will never do anything to you that will make you unhappy. Never." "The Restaurant will always make sure you are happy - happy with yourself, happy with your body, happy with your job, happy with your life. Just like it makes sure the customers are happy with the wonderful milk you serve, and happy with the wonderful food you serve," Monique said. "The Restaurant has never had an unhappy server - nor an unhappy customer. Nor will it ever have." And Champagne Monique thought to herself, "Yes, The Restaurant makes you happier and happier and gives you more and more and more pleasure. Perhaps even more than you want sometimes? Well, maybe - but I don't think so - that's just not possible. I know that I like pleasure and happiness - you can't have too much of that." "Now let's get up and take a walk," Champagne said, and she pulled at the plastic cone of the pumping machine which was still connected my other breast, telling me, "Say goodbye to this milk pumper - you won't be seeing that again - not ever." And that was such a relief to me! We both stood up. It was a bit of a struggle for me - my breasts weighed about forty pounds each, and it was always hard to get up. Champagne Monique held on to her bosoms with both hands to support them as she tried to stand up - and she succeeded, but it was clearly harder for her to stand up than it was for me. Her breasts were indeed quite a bit larger than mine. I followed her down a hall, and noticed how hard it was for her to walk, carrying that extra weight on her chest. Milk still dripped out of both of my nipples, they hadn't been emptied by the milk pump - they were mostly still full. Champagne Monique's bosoms leaked even more, and shot out squirty showers of milk with every step. They traveled for quite a distance, and finally entered the Tank Room. The Tank Room had bank after bank of medical equipment, all surrounding the centerpiece, the tank. This was a big glass cylinder about eight or nine feet tall. Leading into the tank were all kinds of wires, tubes, and other equipment. "It's all automated, controlled by The Restaurant," Champagne Monique said. "The liquid is filled with oxygen so you can breathe it in. All you need to do is climb in," and Champagne Monique rolled a portable stair-step over by the tank. "Are you excited?" she asked me? "You should be," she said. "I am, I am," I said. "Give me a hug" and we hugged each other - that was kind of hard, our breasts were so huge we had to really squeeze them together so we could get our arms around each other. "I hope I come out looking like you" I said to Champagne Monique, who just smiled at me. Then I climbed the stairs to the top of the tank and lowered myself in. I felt the huge weight of my breasts lessen to nothing as they started floating in the liquid. I lowered my head under the liquid and blew out bubbles as I exhaled, and then breathed in the liquid. It was easy, and didn't choke or make me cough, and I took a few more breaths until all the bubbles from my lungs stopped. It felt good to float. For the first time since I had become a woman, all the weight on my chest was gone, and my breasts just floated out in front of me. There was some kind of drug in the liquid - I started to feel woozy, and tingly, and drowsy. I waved to Champagne Monique - I could see her outside the tank, but she was all blurry. I saw some of the wires and tubes moving around in the tank, and I did an underwater yawn, and then I went to sleep. ===---===---===---===---===---===---===---=== ---===---===---===---===---===---===---===--- ===---===---===---===---===---===---===---=== Some time later... Monique woke up, but felt very, very woozy. "I feel like everything is spinning" she thought to herself. "I will just lay here for a bit" and then she at least realized she was lying down. She opened her eyes just a bit, but that didn't help, so she closed them again. "Let's just wait a few minutes" she thought, and did that. Only those few minutes turned into quite a few more hours of sleep. This time when Monique woke up, she felt much better. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. Almost all the dizziness was gone, so she looked around and saw that she was in her quarters, where she had slept for the past few months. She started to sit up, but wasn't able to. She realized her chest was very heavy. She looked down and thought, "OH MY - Oh My, oh my, oh my - look at my bosoms." They looked so much larger than they had before. And before they had really, really big. Now they were more like the size of Champagne Monique's bosoms - maybe even bigger. She looked down to see her nipples - and they stuck straight out, about three inches long. And thick, they were quite a bit thicker around than her old nipples. "The aureoles," I thought, "My God, look at my aureoles." I hadn't expected this. My aureoles were like big, fat cones, like the fattest ice cream cone you ever saw. The were as big and full as an ordinary woman's entire breast. Monique's bosoms were so big they spread out and over and around her sides, and felt like they might have been down to her belly-button, even lying on her back as she was. And they stuck out - stuck out nice and firmly in front - for well more than a foot. Monique didn't know how much more, though - she was stunned at the sight of them - stunned, and happy. "They look beautiful," she thought, "beautiful and sexy." "Hi, Monique," I heard - and looked over and saw it was Champagne Monique sitting beside her. "How are you feeling?" she asked. "Just a bit woozy still, but much better. How did things turn out - did I get everything I asked for?" I said. "Yes, Monique, everything turned out exactly as it should. You got all the changes you wished for. That's the promise of The Restaurant. If you do a good job at serving, then all your wishes will come true. And every single change you asked for, every change you wanted, is now in you and in the new body that you have," and she smiled at me so beautifully. "Oh yes!" I said, and I felt very happy to hear this. Monique looked down at her new breasts and she felt proud. "These are the most amazing bosoms I have ever seen!" she thought to herself. "I am so glad - I am so chesty! - I am just beaming with pride!" she thought. And then wished she could get a better view of them. She wanted to see every part of them, but could only see the tops. Champagne Monique smiled at her, and said, "Monique, there's no time to waste. Serving time is coming up and you are on the desert station, so we have to get ready. First thing is to get you fed, and hydrated. You are going to need lots of liquid inside of you, because lots will be coming out of those," and she smiled and waved both of her hands all around near my new bosoms. "So let's sit up." Monique tried to sit up, but the weight on her chest was just too much. She tried to roll over onto her side. That almost worked, but her bosoms were so much bigger now than before she just couldn't do that either. "Champagne, this is going to take some practice, I think," Monique said, with a little laugh and a big smile. "Yes indeed it will, Monique. It's hard to compare while you are lying down, but I think your bosoms are as large and heavy as mine - maybe even larger. Sometimes I cannot get up without help. Try this - put both of your hands around your left breast and kind of push it over to the right, as much as you can. Then try rolling over to the right, and you can maybe get where you are laying on your side. Then swing your legs over the bed and see if you can push yourself up into a sitting position." I tried this - my breast was so big it was hard to get my two arms around it and push it to the right - finally I was able to, and then I could turn over on my side. I tried to lift myself up then, pushing with my right arm and elbow. I could raise up some, but my bosoms were so heavy I couldn't get all the way up. "Let me see if I can help, Monique" Champagne Monique said, and she stood up - and it was a struggle for her just to stand up, her bosoms were also so heavy. She leaned over to help me, and her bosoms just put more weight on me and pushed me more onto the mattress. I laughed right out loud and said, "That's not helping, Champagne. Your huge bosoms are just adding more weight on top of me." And she laughed too - - and then she TICKLED ME, and we both laughed more and more. Champagne Monique sat down again, and said, "So what are we going to do?" with a big smile. "Let me try again" I said. And I got my right elbow under me, and pushed down with it, and inch by inch I raised myself up to a sitting position on the bed. By the time I was done, the bottom part of bosoms - my underboobs - rested atop my lap. My breasts were not saggy - in fact they were quite firm, and stood out firmly and proudly. But they were so large, large enough to rest in my lap as I sat on my bed. Now they stood out two feet or more from my chest, and that is not counting the nipples. To me, they looked larger than Champagne Moniques - and I knew that hers were about the largest I had ever seen on any of the Moniques. "Hah! I did it", I said, and laughed out loud, and gave Champagne a smile of triumph! "Welcome to my world, Monique" Champagne Monique said. "And I am glad to be in it!" I said. "I can hardly wait to serve my first meal, and test drive the new equipment, so to speak" I said, and pointed at my breasts with both hands. Champagne Monique said, "It's a struggle to get up every time. The good news is that you won't be doing that very much, so don't worry about it. As for serving, that we can do, Monique. But, like I said, lets get you fed so you can get the customers fed." Champagne Monique struggled to stand up again, then went out for a minute or two, and came back in with a roll-around cart that had all kinds of great food on it - two huge plates of Texas toast heaped with roast beef and gravy, two bowls of fruit - strawberries, raspberries and blueberries, and water - a big pitcher of water. When I say big, I mean big - it was about two feet tall, and two feet wide. Instead of a pouring spout it had a spigot on the bottom, with a couple of big mugs set beside it. There were some pancakes and blueberry syrup, too, with a bowl of powdered sugar beside, and a big bowl of whipped cream. I started in on the pancakes, putting spoonfuls of berries on top of them, then pouring that blueberry syrup on top. I spooed up some powdered sugar and dusted them with that, then put huge scoops of whipped cream on top. And as I ate, I drank lots and lots of water. Champagne sat and joined me and made pancakes to0, smiling at me. I knew she had already lived this day before, and I thought maybe she was having good memories about it. I smiled back at her, as we ate together. The food was good - GOOD! After the pancakes, we both went for the Texas toast with sliced roast beef and thick, steaming gravy. I put plenty of fresh ground pepper on mine. The plates were large - and they were filled too. This was a big, big serving. Both Champagne and I dug into their plates, and finally finished the entire things. I had never eaten such a big meal in my life! We both kept drinking water, as much as we could hold. After that, we were pretty much done. "I'm stuffed, Champagne. Can't eat another bite, can't drink another drop." The thing was, I had eaten about four, or five, or who knew how many times as much as I would at any other meal. "Good job, Monique" Champagne said to me. You will need all that." And Champagne knew that Monique - and herself too - would need even more, later. Well, actually, sooner rather than later. "Let's go do prep, Monique," Champagne said to me. Champagne struggled to stand up, and did it by pushing both her hands down on the serving tray's top to help push herself up. I tried to stand up, but my bosoms were so heavy - much heavier than before. I leaned forward a little bit to get up off of the bed, and nearly fell over onto the floor as my bosoms spilled over my knees. I put both my hands onto the serving tray top also, and slowly pushed myself up. My legs strained, especially my knees as I tried to straighten them. I had to use all the strength I had but finally I was able to do it - to stand up. My bosoms pulled down at my chest far more than they had ever done before. I looked down at them and it was shocking to see how big they were, and to see those enormous conical aureoles - aureoles bigger than any woman's breast I had ever seen before. Sticking out of the front of them were those nipples - those nipples - - - my nipples. Those aureoles were like someone had taken H-Cup conical breast and attached them to the front of my enormous bosoms. And to top it all off, I could see my new three-inch nipples standing out from those aureoles. I almost came right then and there, this was so sexy. "Two feet out?" I thought to myself, "add in those aureoles, plus the nipples - the ends of those nipples were maybe three feet out from the front of my body." "And, it feels good!" I thought. But my breasts were pulling down on my front too much - I had to wrap an arm underneath each one to help hold them up - I had to, that was the only way. Just like Champagne Monique was doing. We walked out of my quarters to a nearby prep station. Each step was a struggle for me, carrying such a huge weight on the front of my chest. I had to be careful not to fall - I don't know if I could have gotten up off the floor - certainly, it would not have been easy. I looked over at Champagne Monique as we sat at the prep station. Her nipples were fatter than mine, but mine were longer than hers. Both of us were oozing milk as we sat there. Mine dripped, hers dripped. Any small movement by either of us would make our bosoms bounce a bit and then small showers of milk would shoot out the ends of our nipples. I tried reaching out for some foundation makeup that was at the prep station table top, but I couldn't reach it. My breasts were so large now that I couldn't reach around them to get that makeup on the prep station counter. I looked at Champagne. Obviously she had the same problem, but she just smiled at me, winked, and said , "Assistance, S'il vous plait." In just a moment, two wonderfully beautiful Monique's came to us and began to help us. Mine had jet black hair halfway down to her waist (so I thought of her as Noire Monique), and her breasts were much the same the size as mine had been before - which means they were so large she had to struggle to do almost everything. She picked up a comb and started brushing my hair - and now I looked in the prep station mirror for the first time, and saw myself, and saw this "Noire" Monique brushing my hair. I was STUNNINGLY beautiful! I could not believe it. I had THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FACE that there could ever be! My hair was reddish gold and so shiny it was almost like it was coated with mirrors. It was long, smooth, and had very gentle waves in it. Each wave, each curl, was so delicate and lovely - I had never seen anything like it. "MY HAIR IS STUNNING - ARRESTING - FANTASTIC" I thought - then I looked at more of me in the mirror. I could not believe what I was seeing. The lights reflecting in my hair made it shimmer and shine like it was alive, alive and framing the most beautiful face in the world, in the universe! "M Y G O D , I A M A K N O C K O U T ! ! !" "Champagne," I said, "I can't believe this. Look at me! My face - my hair - it's not possible. No woman has ever been this beautiful. No woman has ever looked like this or could ever be this beautiful." Champagne Monique smiled at me, "The Restaurant" she said and gave me a smile and a thumbs up. I struggled to stand up so I could look at myself in the prep station mirror. Noire Monique kept brushing my hair all the time and said, "Reste immobile, Madame, pour que je puisse vous brosser les cheveux," and somehow I could understand her - she was speaking French, and she wanted me to be still so she could brush my hair. But still I could not sit. I needed to stand up and see myself in the mirror. Struggling to stand up fully, because of the weight of my new breasts, I had to push my hands on the prep station counter top, and was finally able to stand up straight. As I did this, my nipples brushed against the edge of the counter top - and WHAM, I was hit with such a sensation of feelings I couldn't believe it! It was like someone had poured liquid ice into my bosoms - and at the same time, liquid heat - that counter top blasted sensational feelings, not just on my nipples where they had touched it, but deep inside me - deep inside my bosoms, a shock of feelings like I could not even describe. I gasped and fell back down into my chair, so stunned I nearly passed out. My bosoms now tingled all over, all inside, starting at the nipples and from there going deep inside. That one touch of my nipples had filled my bosoms with sensations - not just in my nipples, where they had brushed the counter top, but all of the insides my bosoms too - every inch inside my bosoms came alive at that one moment, that one simple moment my nipples had brushed against the counter top. Inside of my bosoms I felt my milk ducts, hundreds and hundreds of them, getting wet. The insides of my bosoms had come alive - alive for the first time, and it STUNNED ME. My bosoms were alive - alive on the insides and I could feel all the inside parts of them - and it astonished me to no end. I sat there in my chair, reeling - everything in my vision was pounding, pulsing, and a rush of blood pulsed into my ears, so strong I could not hear anything else except the beating of my heart. All the months I had been a woman before, I thought my breasts felt wonderful - I enjoyed every single touch, all of the feelings from them. But that had all been the feelings on my skin - the skin of my bosoms, the skin of my aureoles, and the skin of my nipples. Now, for the first time ever, the INSIDES of my bosoms were ALIVE - they felt alive, and were alive! They were waking up, and sending feelings into my brain - feelings that I had never felt before, that no woman had ever felt before. I felt hundreds of milk ducts come alive inside of my breasts in that one single moment. Each and every single one of them sent an electric feeling right into my brain - and I felt my brain send back to each and every single one of them this message - GO - GET WET - MAKE MILK. It was like a reflex - no different than when the doctor taps your knee and your leg kicks - it was as automatic as that, and inside my bosoms I could now feel each and every single one of my hundreds and hundreds of milk ducts having their own reflex - and that reflex action was to get wet, wet with milk. My milk ducts were now living, feeling things. I could feel all of them. I could feel every single one of them. Hundreds and hundreds of them inside my left bosom, hundreds more inside my right bosom. I felt each and every single one of them getting wet. And then getting wetter. This one simple brush of my nipples against the counter top had changed me - changed my life - permanently, forever. I would never be the same again, this I knew for true. Slowly, slowly I began to come out of my daze. This was The Epic moment of my life - somehow I knew this, without knowing how. This was as big a change for me as was the change from becoming a man to a woman had been. Only I knew that this change was even bigger than that. I sat in my chair. Sat there with my brain feeling things that no woman had ever felt before. Sat there, staring down at my bosoms, and feeling hundreds and hundreds of milk ducts inside them. I could not see them, but I could feel each and every single one of them - just like I can feel each and every one of my fingers. Only these were inside of my bosoms! I looked in the mirror again and saw my face, my stunningly beautiful face framed with lustrous shiny hair, and saw my bosoms so full they stood out like nothing I had ever imagined before, and all my thoughts converged into one single thing in my brain - and that thought was SEX - SEX - SEX!" Stunned by the simple feeling of my nipples brushing a counter top, I was so filled with thoughts of sex I could no longer move. In a daze, my mind was in a daze, my body was in a daze. My eyes looked at myself in the prep station mirror. I tingled - every part of my body tingled. Jing, Jing, Jing my brain went, and nothing I saw made any sense anymore. Everything I saw in my vision seemed to flow and squirm and undulate. I could not think a coherent thought. The vision of me in the mirror - the sex of me - THE SEX OF ME! The sight of my bosoms BANGED into my brain without stopping - it went on and on for what seemed like hours and hours, but was only minutes. I found I was recovering. I thought I must have had a syncope. Other people would have said, "The lady has come upon a faint" and they would be right. I saw myself in the mirror - a woman with a face so beautiful it was impossible, breasts so big they were unbelievable, and a body so stunningly beautiful, so rich, so full, so willing to give - if only there was someone willing to take. No woman ever in the history of mankind, in the history of anything, had ever had a body as beautiful as mine - so filled with sex as my body was now. Rich it was - rich with sex, sex, S E X , rich and full of SEX, SEX, and SEX and SEX SEX SEX !!! I had to release this SEX that was in me, how could I do it? I realized that I was so beautiful that any person who saw me would fall in love with me, right then and there. I was like a Goddess - I was like Venus, the Goddess of Love. To look on me was to fall in love with me - a deep, powerful love. And as I watched myself in the mirror, I was falling in love with myself. And this love focused more and more on two parts of me - my left bosom and my right. "This can't be," I thought to myself, "how can I be in love with myself - with my own bosoms?" And even as I thought that I hugged my bosoms in my arms. I felt such a wonderful, fulfilling sensation of love then, and I hugged them even more. There was nothing, nothing at all that was more comforting, more loving, than those two wonderful bosoms. And I did love them. I was in love, I was so much in love with my bosoms I did not care about anything else anymore. My bosoms made every problem disappear, made the whole world wonderful, and everything would become even better if only I would hold those bosoms in my hands, and nurse upon those wonderful nipples. I had these most wonderful bosoms in my arms, they were all mine, all that I had ever wanted, all that I could ever want, and I wanted to kiss them, to hug them, to nurse them. I knew that those nipples would love me back, and give to me more love than I could imagine, if only I could get my mouth on them and let my love nurse on them, and let their love flow into me. "Monique!" Champagne Monique was standing over me, talking to me. "Monique - you need to put in your contact lenses." But I didn't really care what she was saying, I just held my bosoms and was in love with them, deep, deeply in love. "Monique, let's get those contact lenses in" I heard her say, and then I felt her moving my eyelids around and doing some things that I didn't even care about. Champagne Monique said, "Open your eyes now, Monique." And I did, and I saw Champagne Monique standing beside me, and Noire Monique too, and I was at the prep station with my arms wrapped around my bosoms. "Hi, Champagne," I said. "I think I got a little carried away with myself." "Indeed you did!" Champagne said, and looked down at me and smiled, and then she lowered her hand to my face and gently touched my face so sweetly. "But it's not your fault. I haven't had time to tell you yet, but it seems like now is good. Do you remember the bikini top and bottom you wore for Seafood Night? The ones that made two feelings in anyone who looked upon them - Thirst and Hunger?" "The Restaurant has put similar patterns into your skin." And I looked at my skin to see if I could see them. "No, you cannot see them, Monique, especially when you are wearing the contacts. But anyone who looks upon you now will be affected by those infinitesimally small fractal patterns that are now a permanent part of your skin. They will feel love, strong love, the most wonderful love of their entire lives, love for you, and - this is important - their love will be most of all for your bosoms, for your aureoles, and strongest of all for your nipples." "You felt this for a bit, when you did not have your contacts in. From now on, you should always wear your contacts. Always! Okay?" "Okay," I said. Then I looked down at my bosoms, and with the contacts in, I kind of thought I might barely be able to see a faint shimmering pattern - so faint it was nearly invisible, so faint you would never even notice it unless you knew to look for it - on my skin. And it was not just on my bosoms. If you looked hard enough, you could see it on my arms, legs, even my fingers. Those almost invisible, nearly impossible to see, fractal patterns were now in my skin. Those patterns like the bikini top and bottom I had worn on the night of the Seafood Dinner were now a permanent part of my skin. "The patterns are mostly for feelings of love, beauty, and sex, Monique. All over your body, every square inch of your skin. Anyone who sees these patterns will see you exactly as you are - the most fantastically beautiful woman there has ever been - because that is exactly what you now are. But as they look at you, those patterns will fill their minds with love, love for you, love for your bosoms even more, love for your aureoles, and above everything else, love for your nipples, and a desire to nurse them, an unquenchable desire that will never, ever stop." "Those patterns are all over your body now, Monique0, on every single part of your skin," Champagne Monique said to me. "You are quite different now than you were before, Monique. You are a thing of beauty - beauty beyond compare, and anyone who looks at you will be in love with you. Deeply, strongly, and powerfully in love with you." "And not just in love with you, but with your bosoms most of all, and the bounty of delightful milk that is inside them, and they will want that milk, Monique - they will want it, and want it without end." "And you will give it, Monique - because you will want to give it. Those hormones - which you will start to feel as soon as you serve your first customer - will make sure of that - believe me, they will indeed." I knew Champagne Monique was right - my bosoms were indeed filled with feelings, feelings from all of the new nerves that were just waiting - waiting to send powerful pulses of feelings right from my nipples straight into my brain, right from my aureoles straight into my brain, and most of all from my milk ducts - milk ducts that had never had feelings before, but were now already sending feelings right into my brain. I was filled with purpose - that one and only purpose was to make milk, and even to make cream. I felt my bosoms get stiffer. I felt each and every single one of the milk ducts inside my bosoms starting to make milk, starting to make cream. I felt my aureoles puffing out as the milk and cream from my milk ducts flowed towards them. I felt the tissues inside of my aureoles filling with the milk and cream. I felt my bosoms getting more and more buxom. Ny nipples started to swell - as I watched, they got even longer and fatter and stiffer. I was so excited I felt like dynamite, I felt so filled with SEX, so filled with MILK I was about to explode! I was about to have an orgasm, with nobody even touching me. I could not stand it for another minute - I reached my hands out to my nipples and was going to.. "Ne touche pas tes mammaires," Noir Monique was telling me, and she reached out and held my hands in hers. "Madam, tu ne dois pas faire ?a. Attendez les clients, s'il vous pla?t," Noire Monique said and pulled my hands away from my breasts and placed them back at my sides. She was telling me I must not do that - I must wait for the customers. But GOD, I was hot - hot with sex - FEMALE SEX. My body was on fire now, heat filled me - it filled my bosoms, filled my brain. MY body was ready to explode with SEX. My brain was on a single path now - SEX - Female Sex, Female Bosoms, Milk, Cream, Nursing - I had no other thoughts than these, they filled my brain. Champagne Monique was talking to me, I tried to listen to her, she said, "I think when you brushed your nipples on the counter, you stimulated yourself." This was true true true, so true I knew. "For a while, I won't say how long, your bosoms will be your life - you will nurse, you will make milk, and you will make cream. Nearly every thought and every feeling you have from now on will come from your bosoms, because from now on they are you. Their feelings, sensations, their hormones will control every part of your body, every part of your life. In just a few minutes, once we reach our stations, you will see - you will feel - and you will be bosoms - as much as I am, and even more." "But that is not all - remember, you asked for a second clitoris - you wanted your cervix to be just like a clitoris - and now it is, deep in your vagina it is there, waiting to be stimulated. But that is not for today - today is for nursing, tomorrow is for nursing, and that is what you will do, and be - day, night, morning, evening, supper, lunch - nursing is you and you are nursing and that is all you are now." "Let's get up and go to our stations," Champagne said to me, with a smile. She and Noire Monique helped me to stand up, helping with the huge weight of my bosoms. This time I was careful not to brush my nipples against the counter top, or to let anything else touch them. Champagne Monique and I walked slowly to our stations, each of us with our arms under our bosoms, helping to hold them up. I looked over at Champagne Monique and I knew that my face had a big smile on it - probably the biggest smile of my whole life. I could not possibly be more happy than I was at this moment. Champagne looked right back at me and smiled too.