"Oh damn," whispered Cheri, waving away one of the workers. Apparently she pulled sufficient rank to at least get a chance to explain to the now tube-gagged Sharon. "I forgot today's a load-testing day. They happen once a month, there's no real help for it... anyone who needs milking today will get force-fed the milk for temporary extra growth so they can gauge our maximum flow."
Surely enough, Sharon could see her breasts expanding, slowly at first, but at an increasing rate as more milk poured down her throat. Her eyes roved back and forth through the room, seeing the rapid growth of the others as well, only half hearing Cheri's words, "It's early in the day, so everyone here still has a long way to go. Once your size and flow are stable for ten minutes, they stop feeding you the milk and wait for the pumps to drain you back out. The first part will take probably only a couple of hours, draining down enough for you to be able to leave could take longer, depends how far up you go."
She took Sharon's hand reassuringly as she nodded at the impatient attendant, who then strapped Cheri's own harness into place.
It was the soreness that was the worst part, Sharon felt during the first half hour. When Cheri's spray had caused her to grow, it had been painless, almost pleasant even. But with the flow of chemical-laden milk through the tubes they were forcing into her, trying to get the growth to occur as quickly as it could... and it did occur quickly, and lots of it.
Sharon couldn't help noticing that she was growing faster than everyone else in the room, and that they had noticed it as well. But despite this, eventually she started to slow, and the growth stopped, immense streams of milk shooting forth from her breasts away to places unknown, a pair of creamy white fire hoses.
Ten minutes later, the flow into her mouth ceased as well. They left the gag in, perhaps out of procedure, or spite, or perhaps because at the moment they would have to move several hundred pounds of titflesh to get to the fastenings. No matter, really. It was getting toward lunchtime, but the milk had left her full, and she'd be out by the time she'd feel hungry again, right?
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