Tess struggles...

You glance to your other side and see Tess struggling as she looks at herself in her mirror. At 5'5" she is also taller than you in her identical 6 inch heels. Her long curly brown hair dances playfully across her bronze skin as it cascades in waves down her back. Diamonds adorn her body from her dangling earrings to her exposed belly button jewelry. A large stone is set prominently in the center of the locked collar around her neck. Tears stream from her beautiful big brown eyes as she gazes at her transformed body.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh... these fucking breasts!" she moans aloud.

The toned muscles in her back are tight with strain as she struggles to stay upright. Her previously B-cup breasts have been augmented to be massive 34J-cups and they swing painfully as she shifts her stance. The 8 cup increase has clearly taken a toll on her both emotionally and physically. The lean muscles in her legs are rigid with the effort of keeping balanced. Her chest heaves in deep breaths.

"Girl, sit down!" you exclaim rushing over to her.

Somewhere behind you Yoshino makes an annoyed unsympathetic sound.

You help Tess into a seat. She stretches out her sore back which causes her chest to thrust out in front of you. Her hands cover her unpierced nipples and she uses the insides of her forearms to rest her ample bosom. Breast tissue seems to spill out from everywhere. The intense growth has caused the skin to stretch and large veins to be pushed up to the surface.

She explains to you that the doctors have said that the skin should heal over the next few weeks provided she continues to apply the prescribed ointment. You find the bottle that she described and scoop out two healthy portions in each hand. Tess winces as you begin to kneed the ointment into the sides of her massive tits. Under the surface her tissue is hard and swollen. It resists the slow tentative movements of your fingers as you message the ointment in.

"The lactation has already started!" she complains between pained whimpers. "Apparently when I told the Queen at the collaring ceremony that I was well suited to care for Master's child she got this idea... the idea to induce permanent lactation."

The memory of your breast augmentation procedure comes screaming back to you. It was a painful process of cloning your breast tissue, but you remember that the increasing of the milk ducts had been one of the most intense parts. You know from the monitoring equipment at the time that Tess had undergone a more intense procedure. A majority of the center of her breasts had become a twisted nest of lobules and milk ducts. No wonder her grotesquely sized breasts felt so painfully full.

"How much has it been?" you ask sympathetically as you continue to sooth her swollen flesh.

"Nurse Kelsey says that the average woman will produce 30 ounces of milk per day at their peak. I'm already producing close to that every few hours..."

"Oh you poor thing!" you gasp.

"...she also says that soon I will be capable of producing that much milk every hour!"

Shock hits you and no words seem sufficient. Instead you embrace her in a hug. Your breasts smash painfully between you and you feel a small amount of milk expressing from her onto your tits. You don't care! You want to be here for your friend. Sweet Tess has always been so supportive when you need. Look what the Queen has done to her!

A hot rage rises within you when suddenly Tess interrupts your thoughts.