“In fact,” Dr. Coyle went on, her gaze still locked on Twintelle, “any experiment worth anything must be repeatable, and so I think we should ensure that such is the case here. And, well, you seem like an excellent subject, wouldn’t you agree?” Twintelle only scowled, very much not wanting to agree, but deciding that arguing against the mad scientist would be pointless. Coyle only shrugged, striding over to a panel next to her pod and pressing a couple of buttons on it.
“Mmmngh!” Twintelle suddenly groaned as the milkers suctioned to her caramel-colored tits redoubled in power, draining tea from her rapidly enough that her bust began to shrink back down somewhat. The French actress wriggled and gasped as her breasts throbbed from the intense efforts made to suck out their bounty, until they were back down to a nearly empty size, though that still left them about the size of her head each. Tea continued flowing into the glass cups though, showing once again that the strange affliction left the ARMS fighters so productive that they were never fully drained.
“I would say that completes the preparations for this experiment.” Dr. Coyle said, briefly breaking her appreciative gaze of Twintelle’s tits to glance back over at the panel. “So, let’s see what results this experiment can obtain with you.” A couple more button presses, and the unusual gas that Min Min had been subjected to filled her pod as well; she briefly considered holding her breath, but again, recognized that such an attempt would just be delaying the inevitable.
“I certainly hope that this provides you with whatever it is that you’re looking for.” Twintelle said sarcastically, her teeth grit as a tingling feeling already began rolling through her torso. Unlike Min Min, she knew what was coming, and sure enough, she recognized the gurgling weight forming on her chest just below her breasts for what it was. She shifted to the side as best she could while still restrained, enough to feel new lower breasts start to press into her arm as they swelled up to the size of her originals, even as those originals gained a couple inches of diameter back they produced more tea to replace what had been milked out.
“Ah, reproducible results; I love it!” Dr. Coyle enthused, reaching out to tap buttons on the panel again. “Now, if Miss Min Min had something new to offer in her second set of breasts, I wonder what else you can provide now?” Mechanical arms snaked down into the pod, pressing into Twintelle’s lower breasts to squish them against each other, and the actress yelped as she felt her new, much more sensitive nipples let down.
“Milk?” Dr. Coyle wondered aloud in confusion, leaning in to examine Twintelle’s new breasts and the white droplets streaming from their nipples more closely. “Hmmm, I’m not sure what I expected, but after everything else, it honestly wasn’t this. I suppose that it does make sense, now that I consider it more.” The mad scientist stopped and went into thought, shifting her gaze between Twintelle’s quartet of breasts and the panel just outside of her pod.
“Mince alors! That was… ohhhh…” Twintelle gasped, her cheeks flushed pink as her thighs shuddered. She had guessed that her new breasts would be sensitive given Min Min’s reactions to hers, but this was well beyond what she had anticipated. Just that brief squeeze was already nearly enough to have driven her to orgasm; if Coyle had decided to subject them to the same milkers as her original set…
“Well, no sense in letting this milk go to waste.” Dr. Coyle finally said, swiftly hitting a new sequence of buttons. A new glass tank shifted up into view alongside the one still filling with tea, heavy whirs filling the pod as it rose up and locked into place. Two mechanical arms snaked in next, taking a pair of glass milking cups attached to the new tank, and bringing them to where Twintelle was seated.
“Wait, don-nnngh!” Twintelle tried to plead, but the milkers were soon suctioned onto her second pair of breasts regardless, and as the vacuum whirred to full power, white streams began to spray from the plump nipples crowning them. “Mmmmmooooh! Aaaahhhhh!” Twintelle moaned as she writhed about in orgasm, overwhelmed by her new breasts throbbing with the pleasure of being milked.
“Hmmm, I’m not sure whether to be fascinated or disappointed by that.” Dr. Coyle muttered to herself. “No matter, I can decide that later. Let’s proceed with gathering data about this fun little phenomenon!”
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