The Restaurant - Part Eight free porn video

The Restaurant Part Seven Publishing date - - about 270 years in your future. (In the recent past) 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) Monique (formerly Jack) has climbed the first few rungs of that ladder, serving in The Restaurant. The biology of his now female body has served well in that regard. (In the past few days) Monique has chosen her new body. Her old body was dissolved in The Tank - all except for her nerves and brain - and was rebuilt, molecule by molecule, cell by cell, by the tank, giving her every change she had asked for. Perhaps even a few more? (Present) Champagne Monique and I walked through The Restaurant towards our serving stations. "Oh, Oh, Oh," I thought with each step. "My body is like on fire - on fire with SEX," and each step I took made my bosoms bounce and shake - but the difference now was that I could feel each bounce, each quiver deep inside my breasts. Every single little milk duct - and there were hundreds of them in each of my bosoms - could feel the bounces with every step I took. And it wasn't like my bosoms had felt before. It wasn't the same feeling a hundred times stronger - no, it was like hundreds and hundreds more places inside them where I could feel things. Before I just kind of had some feeling inside my bosoms - now I had hundreds of places inside my bosoms, each and every individual one giving me feelings. Imagine you were getting a wonderful back massage. Now imagine you had two backs, and could feel all the wonderful feelings from each one. Not twice as strong, just twice as many feelings. Now image a dozen backs, each and every one of them getting a wonderful massage. Your back would feel as big as a king-sized bed, and you would feel like every part of it was individually getting a marvelous massage. Now imagine you had one hundred backs, and could feel everything that was happening to each and every one of them, just as you can feel what is happening to the one back you have now. Then imagine two hundred, three hundred or more. Now imagine what I am feeling on the insides of my bosoms. I felt every single one of my milk ducts. If I thought about any single one of them, then that one felt big to me, big and sensitive, wet and getting wetter, and it was oozing milk into me, down towards my nipple. But I don't feel just one. Now I can feel dozens doing exactly the same thing, but even so, not just dozens - hundreds and hundreds of them. It felt like the insides of my bosoms had so many feelings it needed an entire roomful to hold them all! Champagne Monique looked over at me and said, "Feeling those milk ducts now, Monique? Don't worry, we are almost to our stations." I looked over to her and said, "Champagne, I can hardly wait for it. I think some of those hormones must be kicking in, because right now, I think I feel hotter and sexier than I have ever felt in my whole life!" "Like I said before, Monique," Champagne said to me, "welcome to my world. You and I are almost like twins now." And I looked at Champagne Monique again, and saw that she was flushed - and was starting to breathe a bit harder, just like me. And it was not all just from carrying her enormous bosoms around. Champagne said, "The hormones are flooding into me also, Monique. And I feel my milk ducts, just like you do. Let's get to those serving stations as quickly as we can. We are almost there. These stations will be different from your old station, you will see." "Why is that, Champagne?" I asked. "Plans were that we were doing deserts today. But some customers, learning that this is your first body change, made some special requests. The Restaurant has made all those preparations." "Well let's hurry, Champagne. My bust is about to bust open, it's gotten so full," I said to Champagne, and smiled at her. "They are full, Champagne - I mean really, really full." "Mine are the same, Monique," she said to me, smiling. "Here we are, it's right up here." We went through a couple of glass doors, and entered what looked like a hospital nurses station. There were two Moniques in scrub suits behind a counter, and one in a white Chief Nurse's outfit - it was starched stiff, and the top part of it was so big - but it had to be to hold the sizable bosoms underneath. She also wore a white nurse's cap. She looked amazing, stunning, like pure female sex poured into a nurse uniform. "Patients checking in," Champagne said to the nurse. "Very good," said the nurse. "Give me a moment to check your charts," and she opened two medical charts and looked at them. "Ah, I see we have two cases of hyperlactemia. Well, we can certainly take care that. But I must say it is unusual to have two such cases at the same time," she said with a wink and a smile. "Your room is right at the end of the counter. Here is your hospital apparel - please change into it without delay, your treatment is scheduled to begin almost immediately," and the nurse handed us two bundles. "In we go, Monique," Champagne Monique said to me, and we entered the room. There were two hospital type beds, some IV poles, some cabinets, and things like that. The beds looked very nice. They had white blankets on them - I reached down and touched one and it was wonderfully thick and soft. We opened our bundles. Inside mine was the most enormous bra - perhaps the biggest bra that had ever been made. Hopefully, I thought to myself, it would be big enough for me. It was white, and the cloth was beautiful, mostly see-through mesh patterns of flowers and leaves. I struggled to put it on, but finally did. My nipples bunched up in the front of it, they weren't really the kind of nipples that did well inside of a bra. I was careful when putting on the bra to not excite my nipples, even so I had some pretty good feelings as I was putting it on, but I was very gentle when covering my nipples, and didn't have a problem like before. In the bundle under the bra was a shaper or a girdle - I put it on, and saw that the there was an opening between the legs that left my entire pussy area uncovered. It was beautifully made too, and squeezed my waist and bottom most comfortably. I noticed the bra cups had some special features. At the top of each cup were a couple of clasps that could be undone - then the bra cup could be lowered down, exposing my entire bosom. Further towards the end of the cups, there was another clasp. This too could be opened and the front- most part of the bra cup could be pulled down to reveal just the aureoles and nipples. This was a fairly large part, actually, given that my aureoles were now the size of a busty woman's entire bosom. I was actually hoping this part would be opened quite soon. My three-inch long nipples were bent and folded flat in the front part of the bra, and that wasn't too comfortable. Finally there was a robe to wear, and I put it on. It was nice, soft, and warm. The front was quite large, and would almost-but-not-quite close around my bosoms, so there was still cleavage and bra showing in the open middle there. It did not go down very far either - it stopped a few inches above my pussy. Since the shaper had an opening down their, my pussy was open for all to see. There was a matching cloth belt which I tied around my waist - well, as close as I could get to my waist but still underneath my bosoms. The two Monique nurses in scrub suits came in and smiled. One come over to me and said, "My, my, ladies. I see that you do have quite the condition. Lay down in your beds for me now, and let's get started on the cure." So I pulled the blanket down and laid on the wonderfully soft bed - it felt really, really comfy. It felt so nice to no longer stand up and have the enormous weight of my breasts pulling down so heavily on my front. The weight was still there, of course, but now it was quite a bit more comfortable. "Roll on your sides, ladies, please. We have hydration issues that must be dealt with. Your treatment will be twenty-four hours a day for the next few days - - oops, I meant weeks. That is essential for ladies with your 'condition'." And she smiled at me. "For the treatment to be successful, you must keep up your fluid levels. Intravenous influxes cannot replace the fluids fast enough - we need a more therapeutic approach." And my Nurse Monique went to a cabinet and pulled out a long clear plastic tube, very soft and supple it looked. Then she reached down behind me and started pushing it down into the backside of my girdle, until it was coming out of the back part of the opening between my legs. She kept pushing more and more of it down into my girdle, then she pulled more and more of it down and out of that girdle opening between my legs. I looked over at Champagne Monique and her Nurse Monique was doing the same thing to her. I could see small holes all around the end portion of Champagne's tube. Then, both Nurse Moniques lubricated their tubes with some kind of gel and told us just to relax. My nurse started pushing the slippery thing up into my bottom. In it went, more and more, and I could feel it squirming around in my insides. She applied more gel to more of the tube and pushed more and more into me, and in it went, more and more and more. I could feel that thing traveling around on my insides, pushing on parts of my innards as it went deeper and deeper, more and more of it going inside of me. There must have been about three or four feet of it inside me when she finally stopped. "And now for the hydration," my Nurse Monique said. She opened up on of the cabinets, and inside were enormous bottles. The were as large as water-cooler bottles, filled with a kind of cloudy-creamy liquid. The cabinet was quite large, and there were many of the bottles inside. The other Nurse-Monique stepped over to help her, and together they pulled one of the large bottle out, lifted it with some difficulty, and hung it onto my IV stand, then proceeded to do the same with another jug for Champagne Monique. Then they took some other tubes and hooked up one end to the enormous bottle and the other to the tube going in my backside, and then started the drip, and in just a minute or two I could feel the liquid flowing into my insides. It felt cold - cold inside parts of me that had never felt cold before. "Now onto your backs, Madams - both of you please," my nurse Monique said, and helped me roll over on to my back. She pushed a button on the bedside, and raised the head of my bed up a bit. Then she took the front sides of my robe with her two hands and spread it wide open, so that every part of my bra cups and the bosoms within were fully exposed, and she even pushed the sides of the robe down closer to the mattress. My bosoms stuck out and up a couple of feet or more it seemed to me as I lay on the bed and looked at them. Champagne Monique got the same treatment. I looked at Champagne Monique. Our bosoms were so huge - and I still thought that mine were larger. The two nurse Moniques scooted our two beds closer together, and each took one of our hands and then pressed them together, so that Champagne and I were holding hands. My Nurse Monique pulled up the soft, warm blanket up over me, covering my pussy, as did Champagne's, and she said, "Now let's see what we can do to cure that case of Hyperlactemia you two ladies seemed to have developed!" and she smiled at me and waved to the other nurse Monique, and they both walked to the room's door, stood there for a moment facing away from us. Champagne said to me, "Remember this, Monique. We are all wearing contacts, but everyone else is not. Your bra is partially see-through, so the patterns in the skin of your bosoms will be lessened, but only by a small amount. Those patterns in your skin will still have a powerful effect on anyone who looks at you - most especially at your bosoms. Remember though, the patterns are on every part of your skin - so get ready for an experience. I don't have the patterns on my skin as you do - but I noticed that those patterns are on my bra, and on my girdle, and even on my robe. So the effect will be the same for both of us. The difference, of course, is that my 'hospital apparel' can come off, while you always have the patterns built in to your skin. I will try to keep my apparel on as long as I can," Champagne said. "Have fun," and she squeezed my hand really firm, and gave me the biggest smile she had ever given me. My Nurse Monique at the door said, "The patients are ready." As the two Nurse Moniques exited the room, two ladies cam in. They were dressed in medical outfits, had stethoscopes around their necks, and each carried a chart. The were quite lovely women. Beautiful faces, wonderful figures, and actually quite buxom - but nothing like us Monique's. Both of them stared at us - first at me, then at Champagne, then back at me, and then at each other. "My, my. My-my-my-my-my," one of them said, opening the chart she carried in her hand. "You both seem to have developed a case of hyperlactimosis." "No, doctor, I don't agree," said the other. "This is clearly a case of mammary magnification. Check this if your please, Doctor," and that beautiful woman sat right there on the bed beside me and opened the nursing bra clasp just above my aureole and lowered that 'small' part of my bra cup down. About three inches of nipple sprung straight out then - along with a great deal of aureole - and that felt so good, to not have my nipple mashed up inside that bra. I wanted her to do the other one. "I respectfully disagree, Doctor," the second lady said, as she sat down by by Champagne Monique. She opened the same bra portion on one of Champagne's bra cups - and her even fatter nipple popped out. "Clearly this is a case of extreme bovinism - look here." And she took Champagne's nipple and aureole in her hand and gently massaged it for a moment, and then squeezed. Milk showered out of Champagne's nipple, and I saw Champagne close her eyes, smile, and I knew she was feeling something really, really good. "Possibly, Doctor, quite possibly - yet there is one detail you may have overlooked. While your patient's nipple is clearly fatter than a cow's nipple, it is not quite long enough to for that to be conclusive. Your patient does indeed have quite the udders - indeed, they are even bigger than what even a large cow might ever have, I grant you that - my patient however is unmistakably more bovine - she clearly has nipples approaching the length of cow nipples - perhaps even longer that a cows and they are indeed quite fat and full," my lady said, gently poking a finger into my aureole - and that felt really, really good! "I am not convinced they are fatter than a cow's nipples." She unclasped my other bra cup around my aureole then out sprung my other nipple. And then my 'doctor' reached down and took both of my nipples in her two hands. My nipples were each three inches long, and she was able to put all of her fingers around them and gave each one a gentle squeeze. And my world was ROCKED!!!! Milk gushed out of them I don't mean dribbles and drips, I mean a shower of milk shot out from them - more than I had ever seen come out of my nipples before. And the sensation! Even though she did it gently, I could feel each and every one of her fingers as it softly wrapped around my nipples. She started with her little finger, then her ring finger, and then I felt pressure building up inside my nipples. By the time she was wrapping her last two fingers around my nipples, milk was squirting out - but as each finger curled around my nipples I felt a wave of sensation that went from the near parts of my nipples to the furthest parts, and those waves - I could feel all five of those waves of sensation, one from each finger and thumb - starting at my nipples and then flowing down and inside my aureoles filling them with delight, filling them with stimulation. And then from my aureoles further down inside me they want, five waves in each bosom from her two hands, waves of powerful feelings that went deep inside each of my two bosoms as this lady gently wrapped her fingers around my nipples and squeezed softly. "Oh God, I can't stand it - I am dying of thirst, utterly dying, I tell you!" the lady holding my two nipples in her hand said, and looked deep into my eyes. "Let's quit this play acting. I feel like I haven't had a thing to drink for a whole week! I am so parched I could just die!" And with that, she let go of my nipples - and that was almost as exciting as when she had grasped them, I could feel each and every one of her fingers as they slid off of my nipples. Then she put her mouth on the very tip of my right nipple and kissed it, and this shot a wave of electric feelings all the way from the end of my nipple into the deepest part of my bosom. She kissed and licked the very end of it, and put both of her hands around that nipple now, and squeezed it for true, and milk shot out of me - god, it felt good, so good there were no words to describe it. For a second or two she pumped it with her hands, then removed them and sucked the whole thing into her mouth, deep down into her mouth. I was stunned - in a daze. It was like my nipple had more sensations in it than all the other parts of my body combined. I hadn't noticed, but the Nurse Moniques had led two other ladies into the room. One of them had been watching me, staring at me, staring at my bosoms. Clearly the patterns in my skin were having their effect on her. Now she sat down and said, "God, look at that - LOOK AT THAT!" and she could not take her eyes away from my nipple. Without preamble or delay she stuck her head down on to my other bosom and sucked that nipple into her mouth. I was stunned, in shock - the feelings from both of my nipples being sucked was like nothing I had ever felt - nothing. It was powerful - it was exciting - it was sexy - it made me feel sexy like there was some kind of bottle of sex juice pouring into my blood. They nursed more, and the feelings just got stronger and stronger. I felt so filled with sex I wanted to explode. And they kept nursing, and my feelings just kept increasing. My nipples were so sensitive I could feel each and every tiny little bump on their tongues - hundreds of them, thousands, and when they sucked, each time they sucked, I felt all of those little bumps sliding all around and over my nipples. Then I felt my milk ducts really kicking in, kicking in hard and strong. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of them, in each of my bosoms. This wasn't like before, when I had accidentally brushed them against the counter top. This was NEED - my nipples were sending signals of NEED into each and every one of my milk ducts, and I could feel each and every one of them responding - hundreds and hundreds of places inside my bosoms were coming alive - alive with feeling, with wetness, with milk. And from each and every one of them female sex hormones were pouring into me, I realized - that's where this feeling was coming from - it felt like SEX was just pouring into me from my bosoms! I was so excited I could hardly even lay on the bed without falling off! Then one of the ladies put one hand around my bra cup, and one hand around my aureole, and squeezed down, to help the milk come out. And it was like someone had set off FIREWORKS inside of my breast! I was SLAMMED with feelings - every single milk duct near the lady's hands, where she was pushing and squeezing my bosom and aureoles - every milk duct near them felt some kind of JANG of electric feeling and they just went into overdrive. Each one of those milk ducts - dozens and dozens of them - swelled and oozed milk - and GOD, it was SOOO GOOOOOOD! Her one hand was around my aureole, and when she touched it, when she squeezed it, it almost shocked me - it rocked me - it was so damn filled with feelings it was like she had a vibrator in her hand. I had asked for my aureoles to be be a sensitive as my old nipples were - and that was really, really sensitive! - and NOW THEY WERE!!! I squirmed in the bed, and my legs writhed around. The second lady saw what the first lady was doing and she started to do the same, and before I knew it I was getting double the amount - the incredible amount - of feelings! I felt like I was sex, like I was female sex, poured into a bra cups and a girdle, and I was about to explode, and milk was just gushing out of my nipples, gushing out without end into both of the wonderful women's mouths, and it got stronger and stronger . . . And then I had the first orgasm in my new body. It was like an EARTHQUAKE hit me. My arms thrashed around - Champagne Monique was still holding my hand, and she tightened her grip and never let go. My legs writhed and writhed, my hips went wild and squirmed every way you can imagine, I was breathing so hard and I couldn't stop, and both of those ladies kept sucking on my nipples, and it felt like somehow their mouths were like some kind of tasers that were shocking my nipples with electric feelings that just would not stop, and those shocking, wonderful feelings went into my aureoles, and deeper into my milk ducts, and each and every one of those milk ducts went berserk with gushing wet milk. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of them smashed my bosoms with WET, with MILK, with GUSHING CREAM, and my vagina was in a full orgasm now - it squeezed and released, squeezed and released, time and time again in an orgasm of such pleasure that I had never even imagined it was possible. I shook all over, out of control, minute after minute in an orgasm that seemed would never stop, and the only part left of my body that I had any control over was the hand that Champagne Monique was holding, and I squeezed it and held on. Every single inch of the rest of my body was writhing on that hospital bed with unimaginable pleasure. And those women's mouths sucked my nipples so deep into their mouths, milk and cream was spurting out of me, and I writhed on that bed with pleasure, writhed with such wonderful feelings coming from my bosoms that no woman had ever felt before. The orgasm did not stop - I think Champagne Monique was having one too, because her hand was squeezing mine so hard now, but I couldn't even think about that, I was being blasted with the most wonderful pleasure that there could ever be, and it was all coming from my bosoms, flowing from my bosoms into me, and I guessed it was those hormones that Champagne had told me about. I thrashed around on that bed, a woman with two bosoms that were so large they weighed as much as the rest of her body, and each one was being nursed by a beautiful woman who wanted only one thing - to drink the milk that was inside of me while my body thrashed in that bed in the most intense orgasm that any woman had ever felt, feeling more pleasure than any woman had ever felt. Finally my orgasm slowed, and so did the women sucking at my nipples. How long had it been? It seemed like I had been in that orgasm for an hour, and I was exhausted, every muscle in my body was worn out, and both of the ladies were now just holding my nipples inside their mouths, satisfied. The first lady who had come to me let my nipple slide out of my mouth and looked right into my eyes and said, "You are the most beautiful thing on the planet. I think I am in love with you. Let me just hold you in my mouth for a while, I can't think of anything that would make me happier," and she put my nipple back in her mouth and just held it there, with just one or two gentle sucks, and then she started gently rubbing my face, then my neck, and that felt so good. She took my ear and pinched parts of it so sweetly, and that felt so nice and relaxing. "I love you," she said, taking her mouth away from my nipple for a moment, and then opening her mouth and taking the whole thing in again. The other woman let my nipple slide slowly, slowly out of her mouth and said, "I love you too, and it has been so long since I have been in love," and she slid her hand down beneath the cover and cupped my pussy in her hand where the girdle had the opening, and that felt so warm and nice. Just then the two Nurse Moniques came in and said, "Doctors, this portion of the treatment is completed, now it is time for the next phase." "But I can't leave," the first lady said. "I can't leave my love, not now, not ever. I will stay here, right by her side, always," and she rested her head on my bosom and looked into my face with such love that I wanted her to stay, to be in love with me. "As will I," said the second lady, "because I have met the love of my life and nothing will ever separate us." And she hugged my bosom so sweetly. Monique heard Champagne's ladies saying similar things. The two Nurse Moniques looked at the ladies and said, "If you truly love them, then you must let the next phase of their cure begin - that's the only loving thing to do." And, with lots of coaxing and coaching from the two Nurse Moniques, and even some pulling and pushing, the four women finally got up - reluctantly and with longing to stay - but get up they did and let themselves be led out of the room by the Nurse Moniques. Champagne Monique was still holding my hand - we hadn't let go of each other, not even once, not even through the most intense part of our orgasms. "That was awfully good for me, Monique," Champagne Monique said to me. I don't remember the last time I had an orgasm that lasted so long, or one that was so powerful, and it felt so fantastically good." "It was wonderfully good for me, Champagne - I had no idea how good it could be. But I am still excited - god I feel so sexy even now I wish I could jump on top of you and nurse you, and then shove my face right between your legs and kiss you and stick my tongue down into your pussy and make you orgasm until kingdom come!" "That's the hormones, Monique - I told you about them. What you are feeling now is just the beginning, just a small percent of what is to come." Then Champagne looked over at me and smiling she said, "I want to do the exact same thing to you, Monique. I can hardly lay here in this bed when I see you right next to me - I want to jump on top of you and stick one of my nipples deep inside your pussy!" "God, listen to me," Champagne said. "I am so filled with hormones, so filled with sex drive I can hardly stand it. It's almost impossible for me to just lay here on this bed, my body feels like it filled with electric sex. Every single part of me is just screaming SEX into my brain - sex, sex, sex, sex." Champagne was pulling on my hand and arm now, stronger and stronger. "Come over here, Monique, come over here right now, please, please, just come to me right this very minute." But then the two Nurse Moniques led four more ladies in - two went to Champagne's bed, two went to mine. Before you could say "Bob's your uncle" they had both my nipples in their mouth and were sucking milk out of me like they had been in the desert for a week with no water. After only one or two minutes, they started looking into my eyes, and I could see the love in their faces, love in their eyes - but then the orgasm hit me because the sensation of my nipples inside of their mouths was so strong that nothing could stop this orgasm. I had more hormones in me now, and this one was even more powerful than the first! I was like a runaway freight train, squirming all over the bed with those two women sucking my nipples inside their mouths and hundreds, hundreds, and hundreds of milk ducts inside my bosom sending feelings into me like I can't even describe. One lady reached down and tried to put her hand inside my pussy, but I was thrashing around so much it was hard for her. Finally she got a finger or two up inside my vagina and that feeling rocked me even more, I was shocked and thrashed completely out of control, and my body poured pleasure into my brain and my bosoms GUSHED out milk and cream into the ladies mouths all the while spilling hormones into my body filling me with such strong feelings of sex I couldn't stand it, and I thrashed and thrashed, and then I started seeing gray blotches everywhere, and I passed out. I recovered slowly - but with feelings inside my body that were so intense I couldn't understand them, feelings from my two bosoms and my pussy, like happiness was being being pumped into me from each bosom and from my pussy all at the same time, Pump - Pump - PUMP - my sex organs just felt better and better and better and were pumping me with such pleasure that I zoned out again in what felt like a writhing wrangle to me - but in truth I was so spent, my muscles so exhausted, that my body was barely even moving at that point. Later - I don't know how much time had passed - I came to in a daze. The covers were off of me, my knees were up in the air, and one lady I had never seen before had at least three fingers up inside of my vagina while she nursed one breast, and another lady was using one hand on each of my bosoms to squeeze and milk me. My nipples were inside these two ladies mouths and they were sucking me hard, in and out, in and out, rubbing their tongues all over my nipples, swirling them all around my nipples, milk squirted out of me into their mouths, down their throats, and I could feel each and every bump on their two tongues so intensely I could have counted them. My hips were wiggling a bit because of those fingers up inside my vagina. And then there was something new - deep inside of me, at the very end of my vagina. All of a sudden I felt the most powerful sexual stimulation I could ever imagine - it was coming from my cervix. That lady had finally gotten her fingers so deep inside of me she was rubbing my cervix! It was the strongest feeling of stimulation I had ever felt - it was like she was rubbing my clitoris, yes, but my clitoris was a tiny bud - my cervix was huge in comparison, dozens and dozens times larger - and it felt like my cervix was made of dozens and dozens of clitorises - however many clitorises it would take to make up a cervix. Those fingers of hers squirmed all around inside of me, and when one or two of them brushed against my cervix it felt like it was brushing against dozens of clitorises up inside me at the end of my vagina - and that sent a SPECTACULAR BASH OF SEXUAL STIMULATION FROM MY CERVIX RIGHT INTO MY BRAIN! I smashed my feet down into the bed and lifted my hips up - hard, and my legs stiffened to stone, and the lady brushed my cervix one more time with one of her fingers and I felt and explosion of orgasm shooting out of my cervix and into my body that was beyond description. My vision went crazy, the ceiling and walls pulsed and throbbed and twisted, my ear filled with pounding and rushing like I was at Niagara Falls, my heart pounded like a jackhammer, and the rest of my body just seemed to smash up and down in the bed, up and down again and again and again like the bed was a trampoline - and every bounce was pouring more and more pleasure into me, more and more sex, and every single nerve cell was lit on fire all from my cervix! GAAAAOOOOODDDDDD IIITTTTT WWWAAASSS GOOOODDDDDD !!!!!!! My bouncing in the bed turned to writhing all around, writhing sideways, twisting, turning, squirming, and finally the lady could not keep her hand up inside my pussy any more, I was writHing around so much that it slipped out. Slowly, slowly, slowly, I stopped writhing and twisting, bit by bit, and after a few minutes, I was nearly calm. I looked at the two ladies beside me. They were no longer nursing me. Instead they kind of looked at me in shock, but then their eyes softened, bit by bit, and one looked down at my bosom, and then at my face, and said, "My god, I loved that - I love what you did, and what we did to you, and I love you. I LOVE YOU," she said, and held my bosom tight with both of her hands and stuck my nipple back in her mouth and started sucking on it again. The other said something similar and started nursing me again too and before I knew it another orgasm was upon me. I was filled with sex hormones, nursing, nipples, milk ducts, cream and more cream in one unstoppable orgasm after another. I felt my hundreds and hundreds of milk ducts - they were done with milk and now they only oozed cream - cream, cream squirting out of my ducts and flowing into my aureoles and nipples, cream flowed from my bosoms into these ladies mouths. For a moment, my orgasms paused, and I looked at each woman who had one of my nipples deep in their mouth. As I did, they looked back at me with such loving eyes - they were the sweetest faces, filled with love for me, and they sucked even more lovingly when they saw me looking at them, and caressed my bosoms and my body without stop. One of the ladies let my nipple slide out of her mouth and said, "I love you, I love you, the more I am with you, the more I am near you, the more of you I get in my mouth the more I love you." I looked at her, and then at my nipple that was right next to her lips as she said this. Cream kept gushing out of my nipple, even though she wasn't sucking on it right then. It just kept gushing and gushing out in spurts and showers, some of it even got on the lady's face, but she didn't mind - she just lowered her face back onto my nipple, took it into her mouth, and sucked it deep into the back of her mouth, all the time looking into my eyes with that look of love. PLEASURE, Pleasure, My GOD I was filled with pleasure - every single squirm of those tongues on my nipples, of fingers on my aureoles, fingers brushing against my pussy lips, penetrating into my pulsing vagina filled me with pleasure, every single suck on my nipples seemed like a brand new experience - every single sensation I was feeling was so good - and my next round of orgasms started and were strong, very strong. Champagne squeezed my hand but her hand was shaking and quivering, pulling and pushing my own hand, she was in such an orgasm that she too was out of control, so I tried to hold her hand even stronger. Finally this set of women beside us slowed down, they were getting full of our cream, and I felt one of them slipping their fingers out of my vagina, and my body slowed it's thrashing. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," one of my women said, as she let my nipple slide out of her mouth. She could not take her eyes off of me - off of my skin, and especially off of my bosoms, and I knew it was from the special patterns The Restaurant had embedded in my skin. "I am so in love with you, I can't even find the words to speak it - marry me. Marry me today and we can go away together and have the happiest life two people have ever had." And then she kissed my nipple, and rubbed my aureole, laid her head on my bosom and and brushed her fingers against my pussy, and said, "Please come away with me, I love you, I know I love you, I love you, I love you." And this woman was so beautiful, and nice, and loving, any woman in the world would have said yes at that moment. But I was still holding Champagne's hand in mine, and there wasn't any person that could separate the two of us. I didn't know what to say to this beautiful woman - I was rescued by the two Nurse Moniques then, who came and after another struggle to convince them they must leave, led them out. Then she brought in four more ladies, and the whole thing started over again. And then again, and again, and again. Only each time it was different, each and every time it was wonderfully, powerfully exciting. I felt my body so filled with sex, flooded with sex, with sex hormones, my bosoms were electric, on fire, and my pussy felt like a ton of TNT ready to explode! My bosoms were pumping sex hormones into me non-stop. After a while, my pussy was so excited and I was so filled with sex that I had an orgasm when a new lady cam in and all she did was look at my pussy - it's true, all I needed was to see their eyes gaze at my pussy and that set me off into another orgasm. This day I had orgasms beyond imagining. The Nurse Moniques came in. I was in a daze and hardly knew what was happening anymore. From the nearly non-stop orgasms I was worn out, spent, exhausted. The water-cooler sized container of liquid that had been dripping into the tube up my bottom was empty now, as was the one for Champagne. The Nurse Moniques took them down as they looked at me and Champagne and one said, "Well, the hydration therapy seems to be working quite well. I think we have made a great start on the cure for your hyperlactemia," and she gave me the biggest smile and winked at me. Then she opened the cabinet and I saw several dozens of the enormous jugs of creamy-cloudy liquid. One of the Nurse Monique's said, "How long do you think it has been, Nurse Monique, since the therapy has started?" "Oh, I don't know, Monique - perhaps eighteen hours, maybe even twenty- four - that would make it a full day." "My my my, and look at how many bottles we have left to go. It will take quite a few days to use them all, don't you think?" "Quite a few indeed, Monique. At least two weeks, certainly. But quite possibly longer than that, I think, because new supplies are coming in all the time, of course." "Keep in mind," the Nurse Monique said, "that once started, the therapy cannot be stopped - it must continue to the conclusion. All of the bottles must be used - these bottles, and the replacements that will come in a few days." "And so it shall," said the other Nurse Monique. And they smiled at me and Champagne, and took my empty jug down, and Champagne's too, and together hefted the new full ones up onto the IV poles, connected the tubes up again, and I felt the new batch flowing deep inside me, filling my insides with fluid, nutrients, and who knew what else was in that liquid, so that my bosoms could keep producing milk. I was worn out, but knew that there was no way I could sleep if this was going to continue. I would not ever be able to sleep with such intense feelings from my bosoms. "Nurse Monique," I said, "how can I ever sleep, with this nursing going on?" "Why that's simple, Monique," she said to me, and held out a little cup with a pill inside, and then got me a cup of water. Take this pill and you will be asleep in no time at all. However, the nursing will continue, because that is the prescription for your hyperlactemia," she said, winking once again at me. The other Nursing Monique said, "We do have another room across the hall - it's equipped with bovine milking machines. They are very high quality machines, I do believe - the best there is. And The Restaurant always needs milk - milk for cakes and such, cream to use for whipped cream, deserts, and those kinds of thing." Champagne Monique squeezed my hand again and said, "Let's do the cow pumper, Monique. I've done it before - you will like it." "But both of you madams need sleep too - so take your pills please - you certainly wont be able to sleep without them." "She's right, Monique," Champagne said to me, and took her pill and swallowed it down with a drink of water. I looked at my pill, it was stamped with 585 on it. I swallowed it down with some water too. I bent up to get off the bed. This was hard, my bosoms were so heavy. I looked down and saw that all the parts of my nursing bra cups were pulled down below my bosoms. My shaper / girdle was pulled down to below my pussy. I had been in hours and hours of orgasm, nearly non-stop, I hadn't even noticed this. There was a quite large wet spot on the bed where my pussy had been leaking vaginal juices from all the stimulation. "Girdles up and bra's off Madams, please," my Nursing Monique said. The tube was still up inside my bottom, and I could feel it feeding more of the liquid deep inside me without pause. I struggled to stand up with my enormous bosoms, and then pulled the girdle up as best as I could. Champagne Monique did the same. Then we were both able to remove our bras. Tired as they were, my bosoms and nipple still stood out firm nearly three feet from my chest, as did Champagnes. I still thought mine were a bit bigger than hers. Champagne and I started to walk to the door, and the two Nurse Moniques pushed the IV poles next to us, with those enormous bottles of liquid that were still dripping into our insides. It felt kind of embarrassing to walk with those tubes up inside of our bottoms, still dripping into us as we walked, but there was no one else around to see as we left the room, crossed the hall and went into the room next door. This looked to me just the same as the room we had just left - a hospital room with two beds and both had the wonderful soft and smooth blankets on them. But, the beds were higher up off of the ground than normal hospital beds. It looked to me like the beds were about three feet off the ground. Under each bed lay a sheet covering the floor. My Nurse Moniques pulled my blanket down and said, "Step up onto your bed and lay on your stomach, please." Champagne and I did this, and when I saw the mattress of the bed, I saw that there was a large empty gap in the mattress, just in the right place for my enormous bosoms. "Lay down, Madame, and let your bosoms fall down into the separation." I tried to do this, but my bosoms were so large, heavy, and ponderous it was a struggle to get all of the enormous things into the gap. My Nurse Monique helped to push and manipulate my bosoms into the gap in the mattress - and it felt so good as she was pushing them and mashing the huge things so that they fit into the opening of the mattresses. My bosoms were so large that the nipples and a good bit of my breasts hung down and rested on the sheet covering the floor. But it felt marvelous. I didn't have those pounds and pounds and pounds weighing on my chest, the sixty or seventy pounds or more of each one. I did have a new feeling, though. All those pounds were now hanging down from my chest. I laid on the bed, my arms spread wide. It felt so good to finally relax this way. I looked over at Champagne and saw her huge breasts hanging down under the bed now, parts resting on the sheet-covered floor, just like mine were. My Nurse Monique came and took my arms and placed them over my head, and put some very soft fur-coated straps around my wrists and tightened them a bit. "You will be asleep soon, and we mustn't have you turning over, Monique." Then she spread my legs slightly, and put some of the soft straps around my ankles too. Champagne's nurse was doing the same. Then the nurses pushed some buttons on the beds and the beds started to rise up and up. They stopped when we were higher than our Nurse Moniques' heads. I felt the weight of my bosoms pulling down much more strongly now. Looking at Champagne, I saw her bosoms were lifted off of the floor now, same as mine. And, just like mine, each of her two bosoms were quite a bit larger than the water-cooler sized jugs of liquid that the two Moniques had pushed close to us now on their IV poles. Mine were larger, I thought proudly to myself. Champagne looked at me and smiled. Her bosoms were hanging down, and they were such enormous things that her nipples were about four feet down below the bed mattress. Now I saw why the beds needed to be so high up. My Nurse Monique opened a cabinet in this room, and took out a large bottle of some kind of gel. She poured the whole thing into a bowl the size of a large salad bowl. She picked up the bowl and reached it under my bed and put it under one of my bosoms, and lifted it up until my nipple went into it. "Woo, that's cold!" I said, laughing, and that cold sent tingling waves of feelings deep inside my bosoms, to all my milk glands. She raised the bowl until every part of my nipples and aureoles were down inside the gel-like liquid. "Lubricant", My Nurse Monique said, as she lowered the bowl and did the same to my other bosom. I peeked over at Champagne and she was getting the same preparation. I could see a thick coating of the gel stuff all over her nipples and aureoles. Then Champagne's Nurse grabbed both of her oversized nipples, one in each hand, and started rubbing and squeezing them, just like she was milking a cow, and milk was indeed squirting out of Champagne with each and every squeeze the Nurse gave. Just them my Nurse Monique did the same to me, rubbing that gel all around my nipples and squeezing me, and GOD THAT FELT GOOD! This sent jolts of feelings all through every single part of my bosoms - from my nipples through my aureoles and into every milk duct inside me. I could feel the milk ducts getting wetter and wetter and more stimulated with every squeeze of her fists on my nipples, and I felt milk squirting out of me. She did this for a couple of minutes, and milk was just soaking into the sheet on the floor, and I was just about to come. "THIS FEELS WONDERFUL," I thought, it felt so good as she pumped me like I really was a cow. Then she stopped, and got the salad-bowl of gel again and lifted it up under each of my bosoms again, getting a nice thick coating of gel all over each and every part of my nipples and aureoles. Then the Nurse Moniques rolled out some equipment - machinery, motors, and tubes, lots and lots of tubes. I watched Champagne Monique - she smiled at me and said, "Here comes the good part, Monique." I watched as Champagne's Nurse lifted a long, clear plastic tube. The thing was more than a foot long and about four inches wide with three tubes coming out of the bottom of it. It had some more things inside of it too. She flipped a switch on one of the machines and there was a sound like a vacuum cleaner starting up, but not quite so loud. She held it near the end of Champagnes nipple, and there was a sound like "schloop," and up the thing went on her nipple, up and up until it met her aureole. It didn't stop there, it sucked in a good part of her aureole too. Champagne jerked in her bed and her whole body quivered for a few seconds. Her Nurse took a second one of those and put it against the tip of her other nipple, and up it went too, sucking in her nipple and rising up up up until it had all of that nipple and more than half the aureole inside of it. Now Champagne really quivered on the bed - she was on the verge of an orgasm, I could tell, but finally her tensions lessened. She looked over at me with a really big smile and said, "Your turn now, Monique," and just then I felt my Nurse Monique brushing something against the tip of my nipple, and then "schloop," my nipple got sucked by one of those things, and it sucked itself up my nipple and onto my aureole, and I was rocked by a smashing sensation in that bosom which was so intense that my entire body jerked, just like Champagne's body had done. I couldn't control myself, it was so strong, so intense, so GOOD, I too lay quivering in the bed, when all of a sudden the same happened to my other bosom, and I writhed and writhed on the bed with no control. Slowly things calmed down as my bosoms got used to the feelings of the milkers. Then my Monique Nurse said to me, "Is Madame ready?" And without waiting for a reply, she flipped another switch, and the pumping started. My body jerked so hard it almost flew off of the bed! Both my nipples and every inch of aureoles were sucked so deep inside those tubes. Inside the tube I felt a second part in there wrap around just my nipples and give an even stronger suck, and milk gushed out of me, then just a moment later everything inside of there relaxed a bit, half my aureoles slid out of the milker, and then the second pump came! My entire aureoles were sucked into the tubes again, and the inner sucker clasped down on my nipples and gave an extra suck, and milk squirted out of both my right and left nipples, then came the relax. And just a moment later the suck, and then the next relax. This felt GLORIOUS! My nipples and aureoles were sliding all around inside the milkers, and getting squished and sucked and pumped, and milk was just gushing out of them. "It feels like I am a real cow," I thought to myself. I looked at Champagne and saw milk squirting out of her nipples into the milkers, flowing down one of the three tubes that were part of the milkers. She smiled at me and said, "It really feels good, doesn't it?" I smiled back at her and watched more milk gush out of her huge thick nipples into the milker, and felt the same happening to me on both of my bosoms. And then all of a sudden the milk pumps became stronger, and every bit of my huge bosoms could feel the pull, feel the suck. THIS WAS FILLING EVERY SINGLE PART OF MY BOSOMS WITH SENSATIONS LIKE I COULD NOT EVEN IMAGINE! And it was happening so fast and it was so good . . . And then I came, after about only twenty or twenty-five pumps - - I orgasmed and writhed around on that bed like I was having some kind of fit, but it was a fit of pleasure. It was so good, and those milkers didn't stop, and I was shaking my bosoms all around but those milkers were on so tight they couldn't shake loose. It was magnificent, it was huge, it was stimulating every single milk duct I had - all the hundreds and hundreds inside my bosoms - I felt every single one of them getting wet with oozing milk. Every part of my body was quivering like shaking jello from the orgasm I was having. I heard Champagne moaning beside me, and was able to look over at her, and she was writhing all over the bed with milk squirting out of her bosoms as the milkers pulled her nipples so deep into into the pumpers and then relaxed and then pumped again. I was straining against my wrist straps in an orgasm of pleasure, as was Champagne. "One more pumper to go," my Nurse Monique said to me, but I could hardly understand her - I was in the throes of such a powerful orgasm. She reached under the bed and pushed a button or two, and I felt the mattress opening around my pussy, and then Nurse Monique put another milker tube on my pussy. It wasn't the same as the tubes on my breasts - I didn't hear that 'shcloop' sound, but it hugged my pussy quite firmly and fully, every single part of it, and then it sucked - and my pussy lips went into it, and my clitoris too - all of my pussy parts got sucked down inside the thing. Then it released and sucked again, right away, and my pussy parts were sliding all in and out and around inside the thing, and It Felt Amazing. With that pumper on my pussy, my orgasm took off like a ROCKET, and my body slammed up and down on the bed as those milkers sucked at all of my sex parts, sucked and released, sucked and released, without end, and my pussy was getting treated just like a cow's nipple with its own special sucker. The sensations on my pussy were indescribable - the feelings were strong and not like anything I had ever felt before. I was starting to get very woozy now from that pill, but needless to say, in just a few more pumps I had another orgasm (and who wouldn't, with that pumper sucking their pussy parts in and out), one that must have lasted two or three minutes. But I was getting quite sleepy from that pill, and everything started to go dreamy. I slept for just a few seconds, but awoke again with another strong orgasm. Then I slept for maybe a minute but the sucking on my nipples and the squirting of my milk woke me up. Then I dozed off for a few more seconds, then a few more, and finally fell asleep - the pill must have been very strong indeed to put me to sleep with all of the milking and pumping and sucking on my bosoms and my pussy too. I dreamed very strange dreams. I dreamed of my old life, when I was still a man, and I dreamed I was getting a blow job from the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I didn't even know who she was, but she was bobbing her head in and out of my groin and giving my the best blowjob ever. And this blowjob never, ever stopped - only when I looked down between my legs, I didn't have a dick - instead of a dick, I had a huge womanly bosom between my legs and the woman was not giving me a blowjob at all, she was nursing milk from the bosom that was there instead of my dick. Then I dreamed I actually was a woman, and there was this person in a chef's hat, and this chef had a tray full of raw oysters, and the Chef picked one of the wet things up and pushed it up inside my pussy, and then picked up another one and pushed it up my pussy too, and the chef did the same thing with all the oysters, and it felt so good that soon I dreamed I was orgasming, and as I did the raw oysters squished out of my vagina, but the chef kept squishing them back inside me. And if my orgasms stopped he would pick up one of the wet things and rub it against my clitoris until I orgasmed again, so that my vagina was both constantly full and constantly orgasming. Somehow the dream went from oysters to octopuses, and I dreamed an octopus was living inside my pussy, up in my vagina, and it would send tentacles out of my vaginal opening and use its suckers on my pussy lips, and on my clitoris, sucking on all those parts of my pussy, sucking and pulling them all around with its tentacles. Then in my dream there were two more octopuses, one each on my nipples, sucking hard on them, and their tentacles writhed all around my aureoles and bosoms, sucking here, pulling there, but most of all sucking my nipples deep inside of its body while milk squirted out of my nipples into it. The the one inside my vagina would wriggle around and squish tentacles out of my vagina so it could stick suckers on my clitoris and pull and push on it. Then I was in the desert, dust blowing all around, and I was on top of a pyramid, with my pussy sitting right at the apex - the very tip top, and that pointy top was trying to shove itself into my vagina, and my body just melted then, and I flowed down it - only now my whole body was a wet liquid pussy and I flowed down the pyramid so that it felt like the entire building-sized pyramid was inside of my vagina, and somehow the pyramid started rounding itself, rounding into a bosom a thousand feet high with a nipple on top that proudly stood more than 100 feet tall, and shot millions of gallons of milk into the sky which became clouds of every shape and size as the wind blew them away. I had dream after dream like this, none of which made any sense, but there were always bosoms, always some kind nursing, milk-making, or pussy stimulation. I woke up and the first thing I noticed was the milk pumpers still pumping away and milk was still squirting out of my nipples. Every single one of my milk ducts was still wet with milk, still creating more milk. And it was my milk - that made it the best milk if you had none, only that made no sense, and I realized I was still half-dreaming, so I laid there and felt the pumping tubes suck then relax, even the one on my pussy, suck then relax, again and again non-stop on my nipples and on my pussy parts. As I woke up more and more, it felt marvelously good, and before I knew it I was fully awake and I was enjoying the milking of my bosoms as I realized where I was - lying face down on the bed with the cow milkers still doing their jobs - and doing it most admirably, both on my bosoms and my pussy. Just then the two Nurse Moniques arrived - reaching down, they pushed some buttons and the milkers stopped their pumping. They reached down and pulled the pumpers off my breasts and pussy - but my nipples, aureoles, and pussy still tingled - tingled like pins and needles, they were almost numb like they had gone to sleep. "Breakfast time, Madams," one Nurse Monique said, and both Nurse Moniques rolled in trays with all kinds of wonderful foods - scrambled eggs, sunny-side up eggs, waffles, strawberries, toast and butter, raspberry jam, coffee, broiled tomatoes, omelets, cheeses, and so many more things. There were beautiful purple orchids decorating many of the plates - and the plates were so beautiful, some were Wedgwood china, some intricately colored glass, and many more designs - it was beautiful. "Let's get the madams up," one of the Nurses said as one pushed some buttons on the beds and they lowered down and the other quickly spread some fresh sheets on the floor under us. Soon my bosoms were resting on those floor sheets, and I tried to sit up. Tried, and failed. I wasn't strong enough to lift my tremendously heavy bosoms up from that face-down position. I looked at Champagne and she wasn't even trying to sit up - I think she knew it was useless. Then both Nurse Moniques came and lifted up on our shoulders, and we pushed down on the bed with our hands and were able to finally sit up on the sides of our beds. "This is a celebration breakfast for you, Madam," my Nurse Monique said to me, as she placed a napkin on my lap. I couldn't even see that napkin because my bosoms were sticking out nearly three feet from my chest. Nurse Monique even had to lift up my bosoms, because the bottoms of them were resting upon my legs. "A celebration for completing your first day of treatment for your hyperlactemia," she said, and winked at me. "There will be quite a few more days in your 'treatment' - of that you can be sure. Weeks and weeks, at the very least - but there's a chance it could take much longer!" and she opened a quite large cabinet in this room and I saw what looked to be over a hundred giant bottles of the cloudy liquid. She and the other Nurse Monique lifted one out of the cabinet, struggling with the weight, and replaced the now empty bottle that was on my IV pole. After hooking up the tubes and starting the drip, I soon felt that cool liquid flowing into my insides from that tube which was still stuffed up my bottom. Champagne was also getting the same. "Here's a brand new breakfast robe for you to wear," she said, and handed me a stunningly beautiful kimono. It was the most lovely piece of clothing I had ever seen, intricately detailed with flowers, trees, landscapes, birds, mountains, and so much more. I had never seen anything like it. She also handed me another bra, a twin of the one from yesterday. I struggled to stand up and almost fell because of the weight of my breasts, which was far more than one hundred pounds combined. But I did it, and she helped me put on the bra and kimono. I proudly showed it to Champagne, who said, "It is the most lovely thing I have ever seen, Monique - you must keep it forever." And I knew that I would. Champagne also got a kimono and bra, and her Monique helped her to dress. The front of the kimono was large enough to hold every part of my bosoms, so that was quite nice. I sat back down on my bed, and looked at the tray with all the food. "This looks just wonderful," I said. My Nurse Monique came over and said, "Let me assist you please, Madam," and with both her hands, she spread the top part of my kimono wide open so that every part of my bosoms were out. Then she held my left bra cup up and undid the clasp that covered my aureole and nipple and lowered that part of the bra cup down. My nipple sprung out to its full three inch length. Then she held the cup of coffee up to the end of my nipple with one hand and wrapped her fingers around my nipple with the other and started milking my nipple so that milk and cream were squirting into the coffee. God, that felt so good I almost had an orgasm right then and there. Champagne's nurse was doing the same thing, and Champagne looked over at me, smiled, and rolled her eyes up and around - kind of like "Well, what can you do if you need cream and there is none?" Then she tossed her head back and shook her hair and had a couple of laughs, and she looked so beautiful then I could hardly stand it. I laughed too, it was actually fun to have this Nurse Monique pulling and squeezing my three- inch nipple and watch that milk and cream squirt into the coffee. Champagne's hair was so beautiful, especially when she shook her head. Waves of light shimmered off her hair when she did this, starting at her beautiful face and traveling down her back. Then the two Nurse Moniques lifted our bra cups back up and re-clasped them. That actually didn't feel so nice, because our nipples were so long they got bent up and crumpled inside that bra cup. Anyway, with that done, Champagne and I started in on breakfast. It was quite difficult for me to eat anything at all - my bosoms were in the way with every move I made. I could hardly get my arms out in front of them to reach a plate of food, and Nurse Monique could hardly put the roll- around tray close to me, because my bosoms were so big they rested on the top of my legs and went out as far as my knees, maybe even farther - I couldn't see down there so I wasn't sure. I looked over at Champagne to see what she was doing and I saw her Nurse Monique holding a plate of pancakes in her hand and feeding forkfuls of them to Champagne. That looked really really good! I said to my Nurse Monique, "Can you feed me some pancakes please? With strawberries and whipped cream on top?" She said, "Most certainly, Madam," and fixed up a plate of pancakes as ordered and was feeding me with forkfuls faster than you can say 'You've got a real classy chassy, Marge". Champagne and I ate and ate and ate for almost an hour, until the food was nearly gone. I couldn't believe how much I could eat now, but I understood it - it takes lots of nutrients to make milk. Meantime, the watercooler-sized jug of creamy liquid was flowing down that tube under my girdle, up into my behind and into into my inner parts, filling me with liquids and who knew what else. My belly felt like it was stuffed and I said, "Enough!" and laid back on the bed and held my belly and said, "I am stuffed, stuffed full I tell you," and looked over at Champagne who was finished too and I laughed and laughed. "I am so happy," I said to Champagne and held out my hand to her. She took it of course, then struggled to stand up with her huge bosoms, walked over to me, leaned over me and said, "Me too." Then she kissed me, and took my other hand in hers and kissed me so long and strong I couldn't believe it. Our bosoms pressed so hard together that we both started leaking milk, but what could we do when they were so big. I tried to wrap my arms around her and did the best I could to hold her, to keep her body and her lips close to mine. I kissed and kissed and kissed her . , , trying to get my arms around her neck, around her back, but both of us had such huge bosoms this was hard - so I just kissed her as much as I could. "Champagne," I said, "We have been through so much together - you kept me steady through it all. I love you, Champagne." "I love you too, Monique," Champagne said, and kissed me and held me tight. Meantime, the two Nurse Moniques had moved the food carts away and were starting to roll the IV poles. "If Madams will please follow us to the therapy room, we can continue your treatment," my Nurse Monique said, pointing to the nearly full gigantic jugs that they held. The other Nurse Monique pointed at my bosoms which were not at all covered by my beautiful new kimono and said, "Those will need attention quite soon, I think," and I knew she was right. They had become so engorged while I spent time eating that they were almost bursting out of my bra. Champagne and I stood up together and we and the two Nurse Moniques all walked across the hall to the other room, where the two hospital beds were waiting, made up all nice and neat with the wonderfully soft blankets. I laid down on mine, Champagne laid down on hers. We reached our arms out and held hands, and by then the Nurse Moniques had brought in four more beautiful women. My two women sat in the chairs beside my bed and stared at me - they looked at my face, then at my bosoms, then back at my face. The one on the right said, "Oh my God, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. I think I love you," and she bent down to kiss my lips. I squeezed Champagne's hand then, and looked at her, and gave her the biggest smile I could. The lady on my left was just looking at my bosom, staring at it without end, and I knew that those patterns The Restaurant had put into my skin were taking effect - she was seeing them on the skin of my breasts through the see-through bra. Champagne squeezed my hand extra tight then, and I looked over at her. She was quietly saying to me, "I love you," and I whispered back the same to her. My two ladies opened the bra clasps that covered my aureoles and nipples and out those nipples sprung to their full three inches, straight out from the tops of my aureoles, aureoles which were bigger and fuller than most women's entire bosoms. My two ladies stared at them, unable to take their eyes away. One said, "My throat is so dry and parched." The other said, "I feel like I am the thirstiest person on the entire world! I am dry as dust." Then both of my ladies bent over and sucked my nipples into their mouths, and that felt so wonderful I almost came right then. I felt Champagne squeeze my hand, and then my two ladies started in on nursing me, sucking my nipples so strong that milk gushed out of me. My bosoms had become so engorged during breakfast time that it felt like a dam bursting open, a dam filled with milk, and I felt all the hundreds and hundreds of milk ducts inside my bosoms responding to the two ladies who had my nipples in their mouths. I could tell that Champagne was already having an orgasm, because her hand that was holding mine was shaking and quivering and holding me so tight. A moment later I was doing the same, as one of my ladies reached down to my pussy and was pinching and squeezing my clitoris while she sucked my three-inch nipple deep inside her mouth. And on and on it went, the start of my second day in my new Monique body.