"Alright, Doctor Rossman...I'll do it. I'll take the Heavy Milk option." Sharon said, determinedly.
"Excellent! A great choice, I must say! You'll not regret this choice, dear."
Doctor Rossman had immediately turned to fix up the procedure for Sharon's heavier milk options, leaving Sharon to stand in the middle of the room, milking away. She looked down at her breasts, pumping away at the machine she was attached to, and hoped she was making the right choice...
"Now, Sharon." Doctor Rossman said, her back to Sharon while she messed with tinctures and vials and pills on the counter top. "This is going to require a bit of a transition period for the procedure to fully come into effect. Because we're going to be giving you a chemical that will change the consistency of the milk within you, we suggest that you take a rest on the seat over there and sleep through it. It should only be about an hour or two, but it is very important that you not jostle your bosom too much or excite your breasts, so it is highly recommended."
Sharon thought again to her decision. This was it, if she wanted to have heavy breasts she was going to have to take whatever it was Doctor Rossman was concocting over there, then when she woke up next the change would be set in stone. A bit more of a dramatic transition than she thought at first, but it made sense. One quick rest would send her to absolute riches, and get rid of the inconsistently flowing breasts she was currently suffering from.
"Alright, Doctor." Sharon said. "I'll hop up here on this bed?" Sharon moved towards a very simple surgical bed, like one you might find in a doctor's office for a check-up, only a lot more posh and also more technologically advanced, as it looked like there were all sorts of knobs and wires attached to it, no doubt for monitoring the patient.
After a few moments of sitting there idly to herself, Doctor Rossman approached her with a glass in each hand. One was a deep purple color, while the other was a sickly green. She could also see that clutched in one hand she had a pill.
"Alright, Sharon. Now here's the order of operations. Take this one first--erm, right now, actually, before it starts to cool down--and wash this pill down in the last gulp of it. Wait about 20 seconds, then drink this one all at once."
As Doctor Rossman was saying these instructions she handed Sharon the objects in the order she specified just then. Sharon did exactly as told, downing the green one but using the last gulp for the single pill, and then waited before taking the purple one.
"D-Doctor." Sharon said sheepishly after gulping it all down. "Perhaps it was naive of me to not ask this earlier, but how much weight did you say my breasts would experience?"
"Weight? Oh, well now. Breasts typically undergo a change of a little less than double their current weight...With the breasts you currently have, I would have to venture a guess at around maybe 20 pounds is what you should be left with?"
Sharon was a little shocked at how this sounded now. Twenty pounds!? Perhaps if she had done the math on that one she would have remained a bit more hesitant. Clearly Doctor Rossman could see some hesitation on her face, as she tapped the glass with a gloved hand for Sharon.
"Come now, drink drink! This is the anesthetic device, so this will calm you right down to a nice rest, but you should take it now!"
Sharon did as the Doctor instructed, gulping down mouthful after mouthful as her eyes drooped heavier and heavier with each one, eventually drifting to a nice lull...
Tue Sep 19 03:55:24 2017