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I like to think I am a good person. I have a good head on my shoulders and make good decisions. Maybe it is because I believe I make good decisions that I am convinced to do what I am about to do.

I pulled into the parking lot of an office building. It is not the first time I have been here and I can't convince myself this time would be the last. It just looked like any office building you would find in our town. Tinted windows so that you can't see any of the offices from the outside, a sign off to the side with the name of the building and the address under it, and a parking lot full of cars of both people who work here and are just visiting.

I pulled my phone off the stand and opened up my text manager. Okay I just arrived. I press send and see my message eb put up on the chat log.

Sylvan responded immediately. Alright, I'll be waiting.

As I step out and away from the car, I feel knots form in my stomach. I am expecting this to go wrong in some form, but I do not know how. I try and push these thoughts out of my mind but they are persistent. This is a simple drug test. Sylvan already told you anything and what to expect. Sylvan wouldn't ask you to do this if he thinks there was serious risk involved.

I entered the office building and immediately found the elevator. As it rose, I took several deep breaths trying to calm down and think back on how I got here.

Sylvan is a good friend. An odd one but still my friend. Ever since he started his practice, I would come by once a month to test some sort of drug he is developing. This is fine with me since he usually pays me more then regular drug tests do which helps when I am between paychecks.

The elevator arrived on my floor and I made my way to the suite. The hallway was empty, like most of the times I am here. At the end of the hall, at suite 4H, was the practice Sylvan set up. I reached the door knob and entered.

In the waiting room was Sylvan, sitting in one of the chairs, "Astero, thank you for helping me." his green scales seemed to shimmer in the lights of the waiting room as he got up and offered his hand to me.

I took his hand into my own, "no worries. Happy to help you with being a mad scientist."

"I rather you keep that kind of thoughts to yourself. Things like that can ruin a doctor." He laughed. "Anyway, follow me to the back and we'll start with your vitals." I followed Sylvan through the door that separated the waiting room from the rest of the office, "just so we are clear, you know what the drug is going to do right?"

I scratched the back of my head, "honestly no clue. Whenever you try to explain things with texts, I usually have to google a lot of the words. I didn't go to medical school like you did so most of the stuff you send just goes over my head."

"Sorry about that. I'll try to remember that. I thought having it down like that might help you understand. At the very least, help you understand what I am about to do to you during these tests." He ushered me into an examination room and started checking my vitals. This stuff is basically routine for us. He did his usual thing of examining me and taking notes. His bedside manners had improved. After finishing, he excused himself and left me in the room alone. He was gone for about five minutes before returning with a cup. "Sorry for the wait."

"No problem."

He sets the cup to the side and hands me the consent papers, "now I am going to explain what this drug test is for." he clears his throat, "you will be testing a sort of medicine for new mothers. The goal for this medicine is to help new mothers with producing more milk for breast feedings by helping the body produce more of the hormones used in the process, prolactin and oxytocin, as well as a few other types of hormones that help the process indirectly."

"So wouldn't it be better to test this on a woman then?" I asked.

"It would at later stages, but my main goal here for now is getting the hormone balance right. The medicine is designed to also affect the mammary glands. If we tested this process on women now, they may have some long term effects that might make it difficult for them should they become mothers later."

"Then why do tests on men?"

"Mammary glands are not just a female organ, men have them too, they just don't function the same as female's, if at all. Since I want to record what effects this has on mammary glands but do not want to risk a female's health, it would make sense to test it on someone who can't use them. It shouldn't have lasting effects on men in this stage and even if it did it shouldn't hinder your health in any form."

"So you are saying is male's mammary glands are expendable then?."

He nodded.

I sigh, "and you sure it wouldn't have any negative effects on me?"

'For a man, it should not have any negative effects at this stage. At most, I would say that your chest might be sensitive but that should be all."

I took a deep breath. Sylvan may be an odd guy, but I don't think he is bad. He wouldn't even test it on me if he thinks that it would have put me in danger. I'll just have to trust him on this. I pull out my pen and sign the papers.

Sylvan took them from me and handed me the cup, "thanks for doing this again. I'll be here the whole time during this test, so don't hesitate to ask me for anything."

I looked in the cup. It was slightly empty with a kind of orange liquid. I bring it to my lips and chug it down. It tasted like medicine all right, the strong bitter kind. I put my hand in front of my mouth in the case it decided to come back up.

Sylvan passed me a small water bottle to help wash out the taste. "The test should last a few hours, we can move to my office to wait it out."

I simply nodded my head as I chug the room temperature water.

Sylvan's office was a plan looking one. He has never been one to put up pictures or his diplomas on a wall. At one end of the room is his computer which he used for work. Unlike other places, it was against the wall, meaning to use it you need to turn your back to the room. On the sidewall was a futon with a folded up blanket on top of it, telling me he still sleeps in his office. The small table in the middle of the room was empty but looked like it was wiped down recently.

As he sits in his chair and I take the futon, we chat like we usually do during these drug tests. We chat about whatever pops into our heads. Soon we ran out of things to talk about and just did our own thing.

As more time passed, I started to notice a feeling in my chest. Something was building up in my chest, like a balloon slowly inflating "hey Sylvan?"

"Yes?"

"I think I am starting to feel the effect of the medicine."

"You sure? What are you feeling?"

"My chest feels a bit tighter, I don't think I am in pain though."

"I'm not surprised, that is where the mammary glands should be located." he got up from his chair and moved beside me on the futon, "mind if I feel your chest?"

"Sure, go ahead." I turn my body around to face him so that he can get to my chest easily.

When Sylvan touched my chest, a sudden jolt hit my body. On reflex, I pulled away from him and covered my chest. "You alright?"

"Huh? Oh sorry. My chest just feels a bit sensitive I guess." I placed my hand on my pec and noticed something. As well as being more sensitive, they are also more soft than I remember them being. I am not feeling any of the reguler muscles underneath. Then another thought came to me, "hey Sylvan, did my chest get bigger?"

"Astero, show me your chest." I presented my chest to Sylvan and he immediately grabbed onto my pecs. I felt the same bolt of electricity from before but fought off my urge to pull away.

As Sylvan was rubbing and squeezing my chest a warm feeling filled me up. It was actually feeling good right now. I started to breathe heavily with such rough treatment. As he continued I felt some sort of pressure build up. It just kept building and building. Like something was about to happen.

Sylvan lets go, "you are not imagining it, your chest did get bigger."

"But why?"

Sylvan was quiet. I saw his eye twitch as it seems like he was going over notes in his head. After a minute of silence he said, "I fucked up."

I started to panic, "fucked up. How badly are we fucked?"

"J-just hold on a minute," he got up from the futon and opened a folder on his desk. As he was reading the folder.

I try to take some deep breaths to calm my nerves. Stay calm, deep breath. I am sure I am fine. Panicking now is not going to help. Let Sylvan do his thing and he'll fix it.

After a minute or two of going through notes, Sylven turned to me. His face was stoic. "Okay so, I definitely overdone it with some of the hormones."

"Sylvan tell what you did."

He sighs, "I have a guess why it happened but let me be clear you are not in any danger or health risk."

"Just tell me what happend."

He started to mess with his own fingers, "so here is something about the mammary gland. It doesn't actually always create milk, only during and after pregnancy. While it makes the milk the breast, and the mammary glands, sort of expands to store the milk that will be used in breastfeeding. That is what is happening now."

"So this was supposed to happen?"

"Y-yeah, what I really didn't count on is that it worked this well. I just assumed it would have made you chest a bit tender from the hormones, not to make you ready to be some sort of dairy cow."

I rub my face with my hands. "Oh god this is a mess now. What even caused it?"

"I don't know. Could have been a mistake when I made the dosage for you. Could be something in what I used to make it. All I can really say is that I am going to go over everything once this test is done."

"Once it is done? You mean we still aren't done?"

"Well, the original goal was to make something to help with producing milk for mothers and you are ready to be milked. Might as well see how far we can go."

I stood up, "no way." I covered my chest, "I am a bull not a dairy cow!"

"I'm sorry but I need this data. I need to know if it actually produces milk. Please I am begging you, let me milk you."

"Give me a reason I should."

"It should help with balancing out your hormones for one. It is definitely better than trying to wait for your body to restore homeostasis by itself or try and use other meds to cancel it out. You also would have to worry about discharging later in the day if we get the milk now."

"Discharge?"

"Well, leaking out of you, I mean. It's something I came across while doing some research and from what I saw discharges are very messy."

"Well how are we getting it out of me then? You're lactose intolerant and I can't reach my nipples with my mouth."

"Please don't think bad of me, but I already have a tool that might help.give me a moment." without waiting for a response, he bolted out of the room. As much as I wanted to be upset, I really can't be mad at Sylvan for this. His heart is in the right place even if he is a bit of a mad scientist.

I looked down at my newly developed breasts. They definitely look bigger then before. Out of curiosity, I took off the shirt I was wearing for a closer look at my chest. They didn't really look odd on me. From what I can see, it just looks like I have been working on my chest a bit at the gym. My nipples tell something different, possibly tripling in size and completely erect. There is no way I could hide these from someone.

When I brought my finger to my nips, I felt a shock. So sensitive. I started to trace around the circle around the nipples. While it was still sensitive, it also felt really nice. When I pinch it, I just felt pleasure I never had before. I grit my teeth to hold back from the moaning. I continued to pinch, twist, pull, flick, anything I could think of to them. It was like I was experiencing a new kind of high..

"Astero?" The sound of Sylvan's voice knocked me out of my haze. He stood there at the door, holding a box, a dumbstruck look on his face.

I immediately covered my face, "shit sorry, I didn't mean for you to see that."

"It's okay, your hormones are just out of sync right now. Hopefully this will help you with that." he sets the box and pulls out a bulky sphere-like object with buttons and two tubes sticking out of it.

"What is that?"

"It's an electric breast pump. If there is an issue with breastfeeding, you can use the pump to get the milk out and store it for later use." He grabs one end of the power cord and moves under his desk, "I brought some with the idea to use it in future tests, but I didn't plan on using it on you." he crawled back out and grabbed the tubes off the table. At the end of them was some kind of harness.

I put on the harness. It fit snugly across my chest.

"Everything fits okay?"

I nod.

"Good," from the box, Sylvan got two small cups and attached them to the harness. As if he anticipated my question, he answered, "these are for catching and storing the milk that comes out of you." After putting the bottles in place, he moved his fingered over to the machine, "Alright, I am about to turn on the machine. Are you ready for it?"

"Yeah."

"Alright." At the press of the button the machine came to life. After a few more button presses the harness started to tighten around my chest.

I then felt my nipples getting sucked on and something coming out. My brain jumped into overdrive.

I then pick up the should of something dripping onto plastic. "Looks like it is coming out okay. How are you holding up, Astero?"

"So good," I say without thinking, "it feels so good. It feels like I am cumming out of my chest." I started to pant and squirm from being milked like a dairy cow.

"Uh um, that is because of the Oxytocin you are releasing. Um I-I need to do something in the lab and will c-come back later. Don't mess with the pumps while i am gone" Sylvan left the room, closing the door behind him.

The harness around me tightens as I get milked. I can feel the milk getting pulled out of me. It's driving me insane with pleasure.

If it felt this good with just a machine, how good must it feels like with a real person sucking the milk out of me? I could imagine it now. My boyfriend sucking the milk out of my tits hungrily.

I rubbed my hand over my crotch, my big member struggling to break free of its tiny confins. In a normal situation, I would have been embarrassed about having a boner in public. But right now, I am just turned on even more. More. I needed more.

I undid my button and zipper and, with raised hips, pulled my pants down lower. My cock sprang to the full eight inches immediately. It was already leaking pre like crazy. "You need some love too," I said as I wrapped my fingers around my member. I started to masterbate in my friend's office.

As I did it, it was like all the pleasures I had just meld together. The pleasure I was getting from my chest was indistinguishable to me masterbating. It was just euphoric.

Time became meaningless. How long have I been milked? How long have I been jacking off? Who knows, but I was getting close. I felt the buildup.

My thoughts go to my boyfriend in place of the harness and hand. I imagined him with his mouth sucking the milk out of me while he jerks me off. If he was here I would have pushed his face into my chest.

I jerked faster. I jerked harder. I have lost all sense of control.

Thick jets of seman erupt from my cock, spraying myself in my own sperm. I was shooting more than I usually do. My chest and stomach covered in seman from my jerk off session.

For a minute I sat there, panting in my own mess, coming down on whatever high I was just on.

I hear the door open again. I looked to see Sylvan standing there, completely shocked at what he was seeing.

Then what I just did just hit me. "Fuck." I wanted to say more but I just felt really tired.

"I'll get you a towel." he said as he closed the door.

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"Okay so for the results of the drug test. I would like to say the results are mixed." Sylvan lit a few scented candles and put them around the room, hoping it would mask the smell of musk. "One one hand, it did its job and helped you produce milk. On the other hand," he paused, most likely choosing his next words carefully, "the side effects are kind of hard to ignore."

My face was red with embarrassment, "I am so sorry I did that. I know it was improper of me to do that in your office." Even after getting cleaned up, I still felt so dirty.

"Nevermind about that, how are you holding up?"

"I feel tired, like I am about to crash at any moment."

"And your chest?"

"Tender. My nips are sore as well."

"It's not hard to see why. You have just been milked and you really aren't built for it."

I try to sink more into the futon. I just wanted to crawl into a hole of some kind to hide away from the shame I am feeling.

"Um do you need a moment?"

"I'm just so sorry."

"I really don't blame you for what you did. It was obvious that it was my medicine that caused you to act in such a way, so the fault lies with me."

"But-"

"Look Asteros, I just want to move past it now. I accept your apology and will just leave it at that." His tone was kind of harsh but he does have a point of just moving past it. Just sitting on it wouldn't help either of us. "Anyway, i do have some news to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Well, you might be producing milk for awhile."

"What? You mean it's not out of my system yet?"

"Well it is not like getting out of your system and more like getting your body to stop doing it. Your body is just built for making milk. And since you started, its going to take some time to send the right signals to get the body to stop."

"How long are we talking about?"

"Since you are not breastfeeding, it shouldn't take that much time. A week to a week and a half at most. The important thing is that you don't do anything about sending mixed signals to your brain which basically means no milking."

"You'll hear no argument from me." I tried to get up but my legs felt a bit weak and I landed back onto the futon.

"You should rest a bit more before moving. I'll order something for you to eat. Is the usareal place fine with you?"

"Yeah its fine."

"Alright, I'll place the order." he leaves again.

I just lie down on the futon, close my eyes, and just drift off to sleep.