Chapter 28: Cock-Blocked

"AAAAGHH!" Leah shouted in a panic. Her hands became a blur as they shot up and down the full length of her cock, desperately chasing the high she'd become accustomed to. "Why isn't it happening? What's going on!"

From Wednesday to Friday, Leah continued her pattern of eating, sleeping, milking, and edging. But when she woke Saturday morning, she immediately knew something was wrong. Her swollen nuts churned with cum, and her breasts were engorged to full weight, yet all her taps were dry.

"Come on COME ON!" Leah cried, tears literally rolling down her cheeks.

She was so close, she could feel it, but nothing was happening. No matter how hard she tugged at her thick, tender nipples, they gave no milk. She teased her python endlessly, only for nothing, not even a drop of precum, to leak from her tip.

"Ugggghhhhhh, PLEASE!!!"

Leah had no way of knowing that after weeks of untreated mutation and self-stimulation, her actions would ultimately catch up to her like this. Though her breasts had swollen in size and produced milk in great volumes, the chronic use of an inadequate milker had caused her mutant mammaries to atrophy. By outpacing the meager machine, her milk was left trapped in her bosom. A similar problem plagued her genitalia. The weeks without any release had left Leah's junk quite backed up. Until something could finally put her over the edge, she would remain this way, and the gurgling in her titanic nuts would not cease.

The poor futa finally gave into exhaustion, lowering her arms for a rest. But this only made things worse, as her pecker was painfully hard and begging to be stimulated. Her pulse pounded in the massive veins raised against its skin. Leah whimpered, no longer sure of what to do. She was beginning to worry about after November. Without help, it was possible she might never be able to cum again.

Meanwhile, Amy and Pamela were in the early phases of their plan to help their futa friend. The two had returned to a place that was becoming all too familiar: the mod clinic.

"Ah, Amy and Pamela. What can I do for you two today? Is Leah alright?" the kindly doctor asked.

"Well, she says she's doing fine, but that's not totally why we're here today." Pamela said.

"Actually, it is and it isn't, if that makes sense." Amy explained. "You see, Leah's been through a lot this month, and we were thinking that when this is all over, Leah might want some.... relief, if you take our meaning. And, well, we'd like to help her with that."

"I see." the doctor said. "So you want to help Leah cum by offering yourselves as fuckmeat for her to use?"

The young women blushed at the doctor's blunt remark.

"Y-yes, that's what we were getting at."

"I think I can help you two with that. Tell me, what am I working with?" the doctor inquired.

Pamela pulled out a list from her bag. Clearly, they'd been putting a lot of thought into this.

"First, we were wondering if you had something that could help girls take someone who's a bit bigger. Downstairs, I mean. Then there were some thoughts about temporary sterility, just as a precaution. And maybe you have something that could...."

The list was rather exhaustive, but nothing the doctor hadn't heard before. Body modding allowed for all sorts of crazy shit, and it wasn't his job to judge, just to make it happen. When Pamela at last finished her requests, the doctor weighed in.

"Those are some heavy duty changes. Might take you a day or so to get used to them all and adjust to your new bodies. You sure you wanna go through with this?"

Amy and Pamela looked to each other and nodded. Leah was their friend, and it was their fault she was in this mess. And though they had no way of knowing it, Leah needed their help now more than ever.

"Hell yeah. She's worth it." Pamela answered.

"Alrighty then." the doctor stated. "Let's get to work. I'm gonna need you girls to strip."