[Devi & Ophelia] Experimental Medicine

~ the night of Ophelia's impregnation ~

With Ophelia{if Ophelia_badmother = false}, and her son Lazarus,{endif} securely in your grasp, your body and the clocks all remind you about how very late it is. You decide it would be best for the new girl to sleep in Devi's apartment {if@ Mothers > 2}and get acquainted with your other slaves{elseif Mothers > 1}{if Georgia_guest = true}and get acquainted with your other guests{endif}{else}and grow accustomed to her new home.{endif} Leaving her to this, you resign yourself to your apartment after a harrowing day of {if Cross_suicide = false}{if Cross_arrested = true}avoiding Cross while stealing his victim{endif}{else@}beating Cross half-to-**** while impregnating his victim{endif}. Tired and all too ready for bed, you saunter past your front door... but even this state can't keep you from grinning as Devi's arms loop around your neck and shoulders in a tight hug. You kick the door closed behind you and {if Morality > 0}return her embrace, appreciating the warmth you feel{else@}let your hands roam your ****'s body underneath her lab coat, appreciating its lithe form{endif}. It still seems unreal to hold her like this. With her face buried in your shirt, she mutters, "You had me so worried."

"I'm sleeping here tonight."

Devi leans back, her face lighting up at the thought... and, recalling that she's upset with you, forces herself to pout. "You should consider what your loss would mean for us before taking such unnecessary risks."

"'For us'?" You scoop her cheek in your hand, and slide your thumb into her mouth. She suckles it eagerly, lowering her face to do so and glaring up lustily behind black eyebrows. "Or for you?" She only moans in response, and you peel back the lab coat that was all that kept her from freezing in this apartment. "Besides, you should {if Ophelia_devi = true}be thanking me; you want her as much as I do. Maybe more, even." Her **** pout finally breaks into one of obvious, even obnoxiously gleeful lust, the sort you can recall when she described some lesbian orgy in one of her fantasy books.

Suddenly realizing your presence, she clears her throat and reins herself in. "I-I assure you, mines is just a... cursory, scholarly interest," she mumbles.{else@}see her before deciding this wasn't worth it."

"Oh, I'm... familiar with Mrs. Cross." As Devi contemplates some memory of her upstairs neighbor, her **** pout finally breaks into one of obvious, even obnoxiously gleeful lust, the sort you can recall when she described some lesbian orgy in one of her fantasy books. It's there for all of two seconds before she realizes you're staring at her, and snaps back into her scientific neutrality. "A-As a neighbor, I mean... and a colleague now... and even then, mines is just a... cursory, scholarly interest," she mumbles.{endif} "In any case, it is you I want more than anything else, {if Devi_shaved = true}Master{else@}Derek{endif}. May I... collect a few samples before you retire?"

You're really tired, but you're also really you. You'd like to think you're growing into some kind of sex god, juggling these encounters with such familiarity that you could shrug her light begging without batting an eye, refusing your eldest **** with a chuckle and some charming quip... but at some point in this conversation she undid your pants, and your rock-hard cock has been tapping her {if@ Devi_shaved = false}bush{else}clean twat{endif} since she embraced you.

Goddamn right you want to give her a few samples, your exhaustion {if Cross_suicide = true}and light injuries {endif}be damned.

You don't respond verbally, and she takes your throbbing manhood as consent enough to grab a sample cup from the nearby table and fall to her knees. Her mouth and grip comes so aggressively, and so welcome, that you let yourself fall back against your apartment door as she blows you. Where you expect her cautionary sucking, she suddenly dives in, taking you into her throat with barely a gag. "Would you like her to live here instead?" you gasp, struggling to steady your voice at her improved technique. {if@ Nutmeg_slave = true}{if Chantel_slave = true}Did your two prostitutes teach her this?{else}Did Nutmeg teach her this?{endif}{elseif Chantel_slave = True}Did Chantel teach her this?{else}Who taught her this?{endif} "Sssshe could keep you company, too... {if Ophelia_badmother = false}with her kid, sure, but{endif} you could lay together with j-just a word from me... would you like that?"

She releases you from the prison of her esophagus, if only to stroke you with both fists as she responds. "I would love that... but I suspect she would hate it, even if you told her... at least at first. I would do my best to make her happy... I've never had a girl with such huge..." She clears her throat with a smile. "... research potential. In particular, I've never had partners who were lactating, so I am... keenly interested in experimenting with her." With each of her pauses comes a flick of her tongue on the head of your meat when she deigns to let it pop out of her expert grip. Her thumb presses up against the bottom of that pink-purple crown, and your whole body shudders in response. "Depending on how much you order her to cooperate, of course."

"Well, she needs enough for you{if@ Ophelia_badmother = false}, the baby, and me...{else} AND me...{endif} which she might p-provi... ov... ooh, Devi, I'm-!"

Devi apparently forgets the sample cup by her knees and instead shoves you down into the back of her mouth as your cum explodes out of you,shooting with such **** that you get to watch some of it dribble out of her nose. She coughs and hacks involuntarily with you still in her head, enhancing the pleasure as you pour more seed into her stomach and, based on the **** sounds that come out of her, down her windpipe as well. By the time she withdraws you from her mouth, she's leaning against your legs as she struggles to cough jizz out of her lungs, wipe her nose, and suffer her own orgasm as your seed enraptures her, all at once as a quivering mess. {if@ Morality > 0}You caress her head as she does so. "I worry we'll milk her dry every day before we've had our fill... Hell, even after just me having my fill." Indeed, if her tits allowed it, you'd replace every meal with that sweet, life-giving cream. {else}Amused, you clutch Devi's hair and pull it away from you, guiding her down to the floor for her spasms and suffering. "But I doubt that cow can provide for both of us... Hell, not even enough for me." You'd live on her supply if allowed; you doubt you could get tired of that sweet, nutritious meal, and the idea of reducing her to a food dispenser excites you.{endif} "If only she could make more."

Devi stands after she's done wiping her face, her gaze somewhere off to your left. You look to find your blank apartment wall, and so you realize she must be thinking of something that has taken her attention, even from you. Just as you're about to {if@ Morality > 0}inquire{else}reprimand her{endif}, she turns to meet your gaze with wide eyes. "Our company is currently synthesizing an experimental modification of sulpiride!" Her tone suggests that the meaning of this should be clear to you.

"... Huh." It isn't.

"Sulpiride! It's not a particularly popular medication here in the States, but we're trying to engineer it as a superior alternative treatment for schizophrenic patients with-" She blinks up at you and finally realizes your eyes are glazing over. "... nevermind. The point is, sulpiride has a side-effect in women that hasn't been tested, but will almost certainly be present and even enhanced once trials start: hyperprolactinaemia." OK, now she's just making things up, right? That can't be a word. "Hyperprolactinaemia,-" How can she say it twice in a row?! "- if you weren't aware, is an abnormally high production of prolactin, the hormone responsible for stimulating milk production."

"That's... that's good, right? I mean, if I'm getting this right... I think I'm getting this right," you declare slowly, trying to invite Devi to correct her master with your unsure glances, "but that means she'll make more milk."

"Well... yes, among other things." You wave your hands, inviting her to elaborate. "In truth, Ophelia is probably already suffering from hyperprolactinaemia, and this would only make it much worse. In total, it can cause a number of adverse side-effects, such as mammoplasia, mastodynia, and, of course, the aformentioned galactorrhea. It can also cause amenorrhea, though that hardly matters now-"

"Those all sound horrible... what do they do?"

She sighs, perching her hands on her hips as she declares them like **** sentences. "Increased breast size, tenderness in the breasts, and unnecessarily high milk production... and amenorrhea which is the abrupt ending of periods, but that's hardly- why are you smiling?"

Ophelia... with even larger breasts, even more milk production, and all at the cost of some tenderness... how bad could the tenderness be?{if Morality < -20} Terribly, you hope.{endif} "Is there... anything else that might help this hyperlac... hyperprolap... hyper.... this condition get stronger?"

Comically missing your intent, she goes on to list a few more **** you've never heard of, all treating different things and affecting different hormones, none of which threaten to cause overdose when taken simultaneously. With the lot of them, piece by piece, you could peel away whatever human hormonal balance exists to let Ophelia live a relatively normal life. You would be changing her life, to be sure: whatever her future under your plans now, they would be restricted by ever-growing tits and- and Devi starts to stroke you. You realize now that just contemplating this has made you so hard that you started to shove your head against her belly button.