The next morning, Annie and Meredith left their apartment together. Neither of them called in sick; their bosses both knew where they would be that morning, and knew not to expect them. They walked to their appointment, Annie already knowing the way, and the closer they got the slower they walked, the more the butterflies in their stomachs did their little dance of dread.

Annie’s breasts were killing her. Whatever they had injected her with was doing its job, because she felt them swelling up like…like…well, like they were filling up with milk. Not that she knew anything about that, but they certainly felt like she imagined they’d feel if they were swelling with mother’s milk. Plus, not only were they bigger, but they even started sagging slightly from the added weight. Once, in fact, during their walk, Annie heard a baby crying from a stroller as they passed a mother taking her infant on a walk. The moment she did, she felt some moisture inside her bra - she leaked! After only two days, she was already leaking milk! What the hell was going on??

Eventually they got to the medical clinic in the back streets of the city, out of the way from any public squares. Before they could ring the bell, however, the door opened. Waiting there for them was Nurse Adams whom Annie remembered from her previous visit.

“Annie, and … Meredith, I presume? A little bit late, but we anticipated that, don’t you worry. The staff has been preparing the office for your … visits … please come with me.” the nurse explained with a fairly malicious looking smirk on her face. “Take a seat, girls, someone will be right with you. Oh, and Meredith,” the nurse added, handing over a sports bottle, “if you could drink this down over the next 5 minutes that would be great. In fact, it’s expected, so make sure you get it all down, okay? Thank you Meredith.” With that, the nurse left them there in an empty waiting room to contemplate their fate.

“What’s…what’s this about, A?” asked Meredith. Alice looked at her friend with sympathy, but merely said, “Oh, they just need to get a … you know, a pee sample, so … umm, yeah, that’s all, no big deal.” Meredith could tell there was more to the story, but perhaps hoping she was wrong she just nodded and drank down her beverage.

After about 15 minutes, Nurse Adams returned. “Alice, can you come with me for a moment? We need to get you changed before your procedures,” then turned and headed back towards the exam rooms. Meredith squeezed her friend’s hand for luck, then watched as she followed the nurse, leaving her by herself as her bladder filled. A moment later, Meredith started feeling the pressure of the urine building up inside her so she crossed her legs and began bouncing her leg up and down a bit to distract her and maybe reduce some of the pressure she was feeling.

Behind the reception desk was a young man wearing purple scrubs, just like Nurse Adams. It was the same male nurse, whose name happened to be Jake, who “helped” Alice with her urine sample on her previous visit, although Meredith didn’t know that. She also didn’t realize the slight smile he had on his face when he saw her crossing her legs and clearly trying to deal with the growing urgency to pee that she was struggling with. Of course, he was smiling more in anticipation of the increasing urgency she would be feeling shortly and his task to remedy her situation.

After a few more minutes, Meredith had really started feeling the pressure on her bladder start to consume her attention. She was about to ask for the restroom when Nurse Adams led her friend back to the waiting room. Alice no longer had any of her clothes on except for her pink socks with the unicorns on them and a nearly matching pink cloth exam gown. Despite Alice’s short stature, the bottom of the gown barely covered her below where her legs came together and Alice walked cautiously, both of her hands holding the gown down as if it might fly up at any time. Seeing her friend’s discomfort, Meredith turned her head away, but not before she noticed the two wet spots on the front of the gown, right where her nipples would be.

Alice was surprised at how quick and business-like her visit to the back was this time. She expected much more of a to-do and more intimidation, but the nurse simply took her weight and blood pressure and had her change into the gown. She definitely didn’t appreciate how the nurse watched her as she disrobed, soon followed by the wearing of the hospital gown. When removing her bra, the nurse made an odd side comment about needing to wear nipple pads going forward to avoid smelling like sour milk everywhere she went. Aside from that, however, Alice’s only surprise was to eventually be led back out to the waiting room to be seated again next to her friend.

As she took her seat, she heard a buzzing and looked to the entrance. A middle aged man she didn’t recognize entered, got his bearings – his gaze resting briefly on the two young women, the tiniest of smiles appearing briefly when he noticed Alice in her exam gown – and then headed to the reception desk. After a couple minutes of unrecognizable, bland conversation the man went to take a seat and wait to be called. He chose a seat facing Alice and Meredith where he’d have an unfettered view of them. And whatever else happened.

Self-consciously Alice crossed her arms over her breasts, hoping to cover up the wet spots, when Nurse Adams returned with some sort of device with tubes and multiple parts that she set down next to the nervous librarian. “Okay Alice, we’re going to need to empty those breasts of yours before your leaking gets out of control.”

“Wh-what? What do you mean, is … is that a … a br–” Alice looked over at the man who was watching her, clearly entertained at what would happen next. Whispering, Alice finished, “...a…pump?”

“Exactly. Now, go ahead and open your gown for me and I’ll show you how to attach the receptacles.”

Meredith who was watching this whole ordeal was now bouncing her leg quite aggressively, yet she couldn’t help but stay put. As much as she was starting to feel very, very full of pee, it seemed like it would be a bad time to interrupt … whatever all this was.

Alice looked at the nurse with trepidation. “Here? No, this is a public space! Let’s go back and “ Alice made to get up to find herself some privacy but the nurse pushed her back down in her space. “I’m sorry, all of the exam rooms are currently occupied, so we’ll need to take care of this here,” she snickered. Alice knew this to be a bald-faced lie and opened her mouth to say so when Nurse Adams interjected.

“Will that be a problem, miss? We do have one available room we can use if you need a more … effective … explanation,” she stated sternly. Alice remembered how the nurse “explained” things last time she was here and resisted the treatment. Subconsciously, her hand tenderly rubbed her bottom cheek. “N-no, that…that won’t be necessary. Here is …” Alice looked over at the man whose eyes were fixed on her. “...here is fine.” she gulped.

“Very good. Now, let me show you how this works on your left breast and then you can try it on your right.”

Annie started blushing furiously hearing the nurse speak of her breasts out loud where the stranger could hear, and then she did her best to slide the gown down and off her shoulders, below her breasts, while still keeping them covered with her arms. The nurse reached over and forcibly moved her left arm out of place exposing her left breast, and picked up one of the tube-attached devices from the table next to the chair.

“We’re just going to place this over your nipple, like so,” she explained as she placed the clear plastic mask-like cup over Annie’s left nipple. She pressed a button and due to the vacuum that was formed, the cup held itself against her swollen B-cup breast, despite the slight sagging. The machine made a slightly louder groaning sound followed by a gasp from Annie as the first squirt of mother’s milk exited her left nipple and painted the inside of the cup.

Meredith, temporarily distracted from her own predicament, took a quick breath when she saw Annie’s milk appear. It was shocking to see it from such a young woman, a personal friend of hers, that she knew to not only not be a mother, but also to be a virgin. She tore her eyes away and looked at the stranger in the waiting room who was staring, rapt, at her friend’s chest. “Pumping milk is perfectly normal,” she stated loudly, “mind your own business and be respectful!” cried Meredith at the man. He shifted his gaze from Alice’s breasts to Meredith, smiled, nodded, and then … shrugged … and reverted back to watching the show.

By now, Meredith knew she was going to have to find some relief for herself as the pressure was no longer something she could ignore.

“Nurse, is there a restroom I could use? The drink you gave me is … well, I really need to go now.”

“I’m sorry, we had you drink the medium in order to ensure we could obtain a proper specimen. You’ll need to hold it for a moment longer and then I’ll take you back where we can extract the sample,” Nurse Adams replied. Meredith furrowed her brow. Why didn’t they just give her a cup? And how much longer would this take? If it took much longer she might … Then, she remembered hearing Alice talk about how she was forced to hold it so long that she actually wet her panties. The blood started rushing to Meredith’s cheeks as she nodded, uncrossed and recrossed her legs, and slowly started moving to help her hold her water just a bit more. Maybe she’d be lucky and would be able to hold it longer than her friend, but given the way everyone had acted so far, her hopes were crashing quickly. Still, there was nothing to be done so she bit her lip and let the nurse continue working with Alice, hoping it would finish soon.

“Okay, Alice, here’s the other cup, go ahead and start it on your right breast. I’ll watch and step in if you need any help,” offered the nurse. Alice took the cup in her left hand and looked at it, then down at her right breast barely covered by her right arm. She looked up at the stranger staring at her who smiled back at her in a very creepy way. She also noticed a slight bulge forming in his pants, and quietly muttered to herself “Ewww, what a perv!” Knowing her choices were nil, she removed her covering arm, placed the cup, and pressed the button. She gasped again as she felt the vacuum build and then attempt to express the milk, but none appeared. Her milky white breast, topped by the puffy areola and nipple, just sat there, clear as day through the transparent plastic milking cup.

Everyone gave their full attention to Alice’s right breast now. Alice, the nurse, the man across the room, Meredith, even Jake, the male nurse now waiting behind the reception desk until he was needed to collect Meredith’s urine sample. For about a full minute, they all watched as the suction was increased, then released, then increased again, repeatedly, but not a single drop of milk came out. Alice began to look confused, then looked at the nurse who by this point was squirting something on her hand and reaching for the cup on Alice’s breast.

“Not to worry, love, happens all the time when your milk is just coming in. We just need to give it a helping hand,” explained the nurse as she set the plastic cup down and then wrapped her left hand tightly around her breast. “Owww, not so tight!” cried Alice. The nurse smirked again, saying “this will be a bit uncomfortable, but it’s what must be done.” With her left hand holding Alice’s breast in what felt to her like a vice grip, she reached for her nipple with her right.

“I’m just going to do some … milking … to express the milk from the ducts out through the nipple. Try to hold still for me.”

Nurse Adams squeezed just behind Alice’s puffy areola and nipple with her thumb and two fingers, tightly, and then pulled outward.

“Ow! Stop, that really hurts! Owie!” cried Alice, but the nurse repeated the action over and over, her slick hand sliding over top end of Alice’s breast, squeezing all of the time. Alice winced, and continued to moan a bit, though she tried to contain her sounds as much as possible. After about two minutes of this squeezing and pulling, however, some milk finally began to ooze from the tip of her nipple.

“There we go, now just place the cup over your nipple and you should be all set,” explained the nurse as she used a couple paper towels to wipe her hands. The nurse turned her head and saw Meredith, her leg bouncing like a bouncing thing, and her hand holding her pudenda through her skirt. She then turned to see the man across the room, starting to rub himself over his pants.

Sighing, Nurse Adams called out, “Jake, why don’t you take Meredith here to extract her urine sample. It looks like it’s time for me to get Mr. Holbrook’s sperm sample before he does something he’ll regret,” looking at the man as she said this. The man, Mr. Holbrook apparently, immediately stopped his actions and his face flushed with shame. Alice sat, both her swollen breasts being milked by the machine, watching as the embarrassed man followed the nurse back behind the desk.

“Meredith Melissa Chen,” called Jake from behind the desk. Meredith, being ready to burst, leapt to her feet. “Yes, I’m here! Please, take me to the rest room quickly, I’ve really got to go!”

Jake adopted the same, slightly sadistic and authoritative look and tone, as he used with Alice the previous visit, as he led Meredith to a room back behind the desk and down the hall.

“I’m sorry, Meredith, we’ll need a sterile urine sample today so you won’t be able to use the restroom to relieve yourself and collect the sample.”

“Then what…” began Meredith, but as she followed him into a room she saw an exam table right in the center of the space with knee crutches and a collection basin between them. She had no idea what it meant or what was in store, but she felt certain it wouldn’t be pleasant.