Another Man

You open your eyes to see a man standing over you.

"So you're the new milk dud?" the man above you says.

"who..."

"Oh, where are my manners. I'm sorry, I'm Ricky." Your face is inches from his crotch. You adjust in the new bed you find yourself in and sitting up. You look down and see your pecs had grown exponentially larger. "I must say, you took to the **** therapy very well." Ricky said to you, "your tits are huge." You press your hand to your head. It's throbbing.

"What's a milk dud?" you ask.

"Well...us. Technically we are called Lactation subject betas, but everyone just calls us milk duds."

"Is it just us?"

"Ha, no of course not. There are about twenty more in our squadron. They're just getting milked right now. They'll be back in an hour or so."

"Milking?"

"Yeah, you'll find out soon enough, these bad boys," Ricky slaps his massive pec, "begin to ache if you don't empty them from time to time."

"Then why aren't you with them?" you say.

"Well...there was an odd number of us and it's kinda a two-person job." Ricky smile, "I thought I would wait for some help."