Yes it is a success

The spasms stop. Now you feel something dribbling out of each nipple. Peering down you see it's definitely your "enhanced milk" coming out yet it feels... Thicker than it should? Trying to stabilize yourself you criss-cross your legs.

It's getting harder and harder to concentrate. Thinking straight is proving to be impossible... You believe that your bazookas are going to burst if they aren't tended to soon. Something monstrous is starting to take ahold of you, influencing you to do
something that you'd never do with your discipline from meditation training. A feeling of overwhelming lust threatens to consume your entire being.

Your eyes lock with the professor's eyes and you thrust your chest towards him, beckoning him forward. He doesn't need another invitation. "Miss Meadows, take care of the left!" he hollers.

Frankenstein envelopes his entire mouth over your right nipple like a suction cup. Your former trainer bounces off her chair and deals with the other one. Both begin sucking eagerly like starving animals.

You shut your eyes. Using your hands you move your hair behind your shoulders and you tilt your head back, sighing. The sensation is transforming the tension into bliss. Meanwhile, your nipples start to stream out your milk with increased intensity as though it knows that it's feeding two individuals.

Fifteen seconds in and you open your eyes once more to check out how things are going.

You blush as you see the spectacle up so close. The professor is staring feverishly at your tit, nurturing it with so much greed. Kat Meadows is keeping up with his pace as well, never falling behind. The synchronization is in absolutely harmony, and now you're close to entering an ecstatic state.

Instinctively your hands reach behind their heads and you stroke their hair gently, coaxing them to get the most they can from your swollen mammaries.

"Ahhhhhhhh... Does my milk really taste that good?" You utter. "D-drink up. Plenty to... Ohhhhhhhhhh go around."

They suckle and swallow vehemently now. The intense session seems to last for an eternity, but eventually like a faucet turning off your nipples stop its secretion.

Kat releases herself from your mound and nibbles the bottom of your areola before collapsing to the ground happily. Her mouth is pasted with your cream. Professor Frankenstein lets go as well, gasping for air as the leftover milk drips down from his chin.

Suddenly he bangs against the opposite wall, balling his fists. He's grimacing as changes occur to his body.