Down the hatch

-"Suddenly you start to feel strange as your body starts to morph..."

A warm sensation builds inside your stomach, radiating upwards towards your chest. Your arms and legs start to tingle and feel chilly, and you burp, still tasting a bit of that gasoline flavour. The heat increases as your neck feels like it's on fire, and you feel hot and sweaty. You look around nervously, wondering what you signed up for. Andre, who had returned to clacking away at his computer, doesn't even look up and just goes," This is all completely normal; you might feel some additional perspiration.

You look down at your hands. They feel slick; you can feel the sweat on your shirt now; you wish you hadn't worn a button-down. Your pectoral muscles are twitching. You grab onto a nearby desk to steady yourself; as your muscles contract, the warmth has moved from your neck and down to your nipples, and your whole body feels like it's vibrating now. Time felt like it had slowed down and had been hours, but it had only been 2 minutes.

You feel the pressure building in your chest. A soft moan escapes your lips. "That's the spirit," Andre says. Your shirt feels tight, and now you are acutely aware of your nipples pressing against the fabric, your teats feel scorching, and your moobs are growing.

One thing enters your mind - you need to get this shirt off. Sweat is pouring down your face. You fumble your hands up to the buttons, but your shirt is already pretty taught, and your fingers still feel weird articulating. You grunt, and *pop* one of the chest buttons fly off across the room.

A primal urge for more relive overcomes you, and you take your hands and rip the rest of the shirt off, spraying buttons and sweat as your glistening belly and moobs bounce in the air. You feel triumphant with your hands in the air, holding the sides of the shirt out.

Andre stifles a chuckle and checks something off a list.

The cool air feels fantastic for the briefest moment before it feels like you've been punched in the chest. You're now leaning over, eyes closed tightly, clenching your fists. Your moobs feel like they are ready to explode; all of your muscles are twitching now, and you feel every hair on your body. The pain in your body is starting to subside, and it's being replaced by hunger, a deep desire to fill your stomach beyond its limits, and a resolve to feed and milk your body to the last drop.

You take a deep breath.

You're standing up straight now, and your dick under your fat pad is hard as a rock. You feel amazing, ready to take on the world honier than ever. Your moobs are strained, ready to burst.

hhhhggggnnnnnnn, a wave of pleasure washes over you, hot milk erupts out of both your nipples, after one squirt comes another, then another, its orgasmic, the best feeling you've ever had. The milk is spraying everywhere, onto the floor as well as down your gut.

hgnnn you shudder again; your dick releases the tension as well, and your jugs squirt milk a little farther this time as it gets onto one of the desks. You've cum in your pants.

Panting and out of breath, you bring both hands up to your moobs to touch them; like an instant reset, your dick is ready to fire all over again.

A final orgasmic wave grips you. You let out a long, exasperated moan; your balls fire until empty, and your teats have slowed to a dribble.

You've come down from the transformation high.

You hear wheels squeaking across the floor. Andre has already pulled a mop and bucket from the closet."I never get tired of new milker recruits, one of the job's perks."

A ravenous growl emanates from your stomach.