Visitors

She had gotten used to the pain by now and even enjoyed the non-stop sensations on her nipples as they reminded her of her favorite doctor. Vanessa followed the instructions to the T, took the pills religiously and wore the pump whenever she could. And even the headset saw extended use.

As the days went by, she wondered how it would be, how it would feel to contribute to society in this unique way. It felt good to know that her efforts were appreciated, that she quite literally saved lives with what she was doing.

That was until one morning, when the doorbell rang and she was reminded about the other commitments she had agreed to. Her breasts were particularly sore this morning and the poor girl struggled to keep her composure whenever something jiggled them too hard.

"Hey Vanessa, happy to see you again! Can we come in?" asked the older man in the black shirt carrying a heavy suitcase. His younger co-worker did nothing to hide his stares as he ogled her tits trapped in the massive milk pump. He licked his lips in appreciation of what was to come.

"Oh… You guys? Y..yeah, sure. Come in. Need anything? A coffee maybe? Milk?"

"Can we have some of the sweet milk you're making there?" the younger guy smirked, "For taste-testing?"

Vanessa blushed and stammered, "N…not yet. It's … it's too early. I'm not lac….. I'm not lactating yet."

"Bummer. But that means we're still on time! Give us a few moments to get our equipment ready. You keep doing what you're doing and just forget about us being here, alright?"

It was hard for Vanessa to accept those two men into her home. She was used to living alone with her parents, who were thankfully still away, and having these strangers so close was rather upsetting for the young woman. But they did try to make it easy for her. After they had installed cameras everywhere, they stayed outside of the house for most of the time and only recorded her a few times each day, mostly right after waking up, then once during the day and finally just before bedtime.

For each of the recordings she had to show them up close how her boobs looked that day. It wasn't easy for Vanessa to bare her breasts in front of those men, but she knew it was necessary to honor her agreement. But after a while she somewhat got used to it and even enjoyed their apparent interest in her well-being, especially now that her breasts were so sore in the morning.

The first days, the guys were very careful to not overstep any boundaries, but they soon got bolder and bolder.

"How are these feeling today, Vanessa?" the older guy asked, his fingers massaging her bloated breast while his co-worker filmed them, "Had a good night?"

"Ahh…. Careful! They're so sore! But yeah, slept quite well considering my current state. My boobs hurt terribly though."

The man lightly touched her engorged nub and circled around it.

"Ouch! What did I just say?"

"Sorry!" he apologized as he kept squeezing and pulling her nipple.

Vanessa inhaled sharply as he worked the hard little bud, squishing the thing around like a toy. Suddenly, something wet glistened between his fingers. The older man grinned excitedly.

"Congratulations, Ma'am! You did it!"

"W...what?"

The man held his finger under his nose and inhaled sharply.

"Yes, the scent of sweet mother's milk. You are lactating, young lady!"

"Am I? Wow! Finally!" Vanessa beamed and hugged the old man, mashing her sore, big tits into his chest.

"It's just a trickle right now, but it will be more soon, as long as you keep pumping those puppies. Come on, let's do a little video special to celebrate the occasion!"