Aimee always wished for fuller breasts. At 23, she lost all hope of her small breasts ever growing larger. The cost of breast enhancement surgery was far beyond her reach, considering her modest receptionist salary. Every day, she found herself daydreaming about having the confidence that a fuller bust might bring.

Then one fateful day, as she sat at her computer an email notification popped up on her screen with the subject line that caught her eye: “Scientific Study of Small Breasts: Opportunity of a Lifetime!” Intrigued and slightly skeptical, she clicked to open the message.

The email claimed to be from a reputable breast enhancement company that was on the brink of a revolutionary breakthrough in non-surgical breast enhancement. It stated that they were looking for qualified candidates to participate in a study. The message promised free enhancements for those who met specific criteria, including age, health, and a willingness to participate in comprehensive measurements and documentation of before-and-after results.

Curiosity piqued, Aimee visited the company’s website and found images of medical-looking devices designed to measure breast size, nipple appearance, and more. The website explicitly stated that qualified candidates would receive a free non-surgical breast enhancement in exchange for their participation. This was Aimee’s dream come true.

She arranged a meeting with the sender of the email, a man named Mr. Hartley, who claimed to represent the breast enhancement company. Upon their meeting, Mr. Hartley presented a seemingly legitimate research proposal, complete with contracts and consent forms. He explained how the study aimed to revolutionize breast enhancement through non-surgical means, emphasizing safety and effectiveness.

However, as Aimee listened to Mr. Hartley’s pitch, something about his demeanor raised her suspicions. Instead of immediately rejecting the proposal as a potential scam, she decided to delve deeper into the matter on her own.

Aimee discreetly began to investigate the so-called study and soon discovered that no reputable breast enhancement company was conducting such research. It became evident that Mr. Hartley and his proposal were part of an elaborate scam.

Rather than confronting them right away, Aimee devised a plan. She agreed to participate in the study under a pseudonym and began documenting every step of the process. The research involved a series of visits to a hidden location, where she and several other women were subjected to an array of seemingly scientific medical examinations.

These tests included stretching nipples to extremes to test elasticity, clamping nipples with various devices under the guise of measuring nipple strength, and even a strange test that involved attaching breasts to a suction device that looked suspiciously like a milking machine. The women would lean over a padded rail, their breasts hanging down as the machine rhythmically pulled and released, any extracted milk flowed into a clear beaker.

She discovered that the milking device was highly arousing, with several sessions leading to intense orgasms. These experiences left her yearning for longer sessions. Besides the pleasurable side, she also noticed that her nipples were becoming longer and more pronounced with each session.

At the beginning of one session, a gentleman in the lab coat explained, “There’s a purpose behind this procedure. Repeated suction triggers the release of hormones. Prompted by the hormone prolactin, it leads to swelling and darkening of nipples and areolas. These hormones, stimulate the growth of milk ducts, ultimately increasing breast size.” Casually, he added, “If you’re the right candidate, your body will respond by producing milk, ensuring your breasts grow. We’ll also provide a special supplement to facilitate this progress. Once you can produce milk, you’ll receive a home pump to maintain a continuous flow. Whatever you collect at home, refrigerated and bring back here for analysis.”

Aimee pondered, “Is this the non-surgical enhancement they promised?”

Aimee continued in the study, finding herself more drawn to the sensations and comfort it provided rather than her initial intent of collecting evidence. During one visit, a young male technician noticed her discomfort. “You look like you are in some pain, applying some healing balm will soothe your sore nipples”.

She felt embarrassed at the thought, but her nipples were in plain sight and they were sore. His gentle touch was the first time a man had ever laid hands on her breasts. He took great care in massaging her swollen nipples and circled around her areolas with the balm. She found the experience surprisingly pleasurable and soon began requesting his assistance after every visit.

Now that she was producing milk, Aimee found herself needing to pump to relieve the increasing pressure that built up each day. She decided to bring the pump to work to keep up with this routine. Aimee discreetly stored the collected milk in the break room refrigerator without revealing that it was her breast milk.

One fateful day, Aimee discovered that her milk had disappeared, leaving her furious at the thought of someone stealing it. She couldn’t fathom who would do such a thing, especially since she labeled the bottle “AIMEE.”

After thoroughly questioning her colleagues, they collectively suspected her boss was the milk thief. Aimee hesitated to confront her superior, but her anger got the best of her as she wondered who he thought was taking her milk.

Summoning her courage, Aimee confronted her boss Mr. Farrell, in his office. He appeared perplexed, asking, “Milk? What milk?” After some persistence, he finally admitted that he had used it in his coffee, mistaking it for creamer.

Aimee couldn’t help but let slip that it was her breast milk and that it needed to be returned for analysis. Mr. Farrell offered profuse apologies and assured her that it would never happen again. He even admitted that it was surprisingly tasty and would like some more but understood that the needs of her baby took precedence.

Aimee went on to explain that she didn’t have a baby and wasn’t pregnant; it was all part of a medical research project she was involved in. Her boss, at a loss for words, simply nodded as if he understood the situation.

As weeks went by, Aimee uncovered the true motive behind the scam. Mr. Hartley and his cohorts were not interested in scientific research at all. Instead, they were profiting from the sensitive data they collected during these fake studies. Not only were they selling her milk, they were selling the intimate images and measurements of the unsuspecting participants to unscrupulous buyers on the dark web.

She experienced a profound sense of betrayal and exploitation. Her most intimate sensations are accessible on the internet for anyone willing to pay the fee. It was time for it to end.

Aimee compiled her extensive evidence, hoping to present it to the authorities and put an end to the illegal operation, bringing Mr. Hartley and his associates to justice. However, just when she thought she had enough evidence, the entire facility vanished, along with Mr. Hartley and his associates.

After the research center closed down, Aimee found herself contemplating how to proceed. She worried that if she ceased producing milk, her breasts might return to their previous smaller size. She had grown to appreciate her larger breasts with their enlarged nipples, even though she didn’t have anyone in her life who could truly admire them.

Aimee wondered what to do with all the collected milk. She recalled her boss mentioning that he wouldn’t mind having more, so she casually asked him if he was serious about it. Her boss initially regarded her with a bewildered expression, as though she were discussing UFOs. However, after a moment of hesitation, he finally stammered out a reply, confirming that he would like more. Aimee quickly responded, informing him that there was a fresh bottle in the breakroom refrigerator awaiting him, and he was welcome to use the entire bottle if he wished, as she had an ample supply.

A few days later, her boss inquired if he could visit her at home after work, offering to bring some takeout food to learn more about her research project.

Mr. Farrell arrived with several bags of takeout food and a bottle of wine. When they settled down for dinner He asked, “Aimee, can you tell me more about the research project you are participating in?” while pouring her a glass of wine.

“Well Mr. Farrell, it started like this.” Before she could start the story, he stopped her.

“Aimee, you can call me Paul.”

Aimee condensed the story, leaving out parts that seemed to make her sound like a fool taken in by the unscrupulous Mr. Hartley. She ended the story with the fact that after the research; she has larger breasts that are lactating.

“Paul, I have to confess, I hate to stop making milk. I don’t want my breasts to get smaller, but I don’t have a use for the milk.”

“I can use more of your milk. Perhaps I can get some before I leave.”

She began to head to her refrigerator, but he clarified, “Aimee, could I get some fresh, directly from the source?”

Aimee wasn’t entirely certain if she had understood him correctly. Did he want to suckle her? With hesitation, she sat down beside him and gradually opened her blouse, then extended her right breast toward him.

He immediately went for it, handling it tenderly, his tongue pressing her nipple to the roof of his mouth each time extracting a small drop of her warm, fresh milk. Aimee sighed in contentment, finally feeling her new, ample breasts being appreciated.

As Paul finished, she casually mentioned, “You could do this on a regular basis if you would like to. I need to keep using the milk, so I can continue to lactate.” She added, “It would really be a help to me.”

“Aimee, I would love to continue, but could I bring a friend next time?”

The request for her to allow a friend to join the encounter took Aimee by surprise. Several thoughts ran through her mind. If I say no, will my boss be offended? Will he stop if he can’t bring a friend? The idea of having a stranger suckle her was unsettling, but she contemplated that if the friend was attractive, perhaps it would be acceptable.

As her mind raced ahead for an answer, her boss reassured her, saying, “You could always refuse; it’s up to you. It wouldn’t affect our working relationship, I promise.”

However, as the next encounter approached, Aimee found herself increasingly anxious about the friend. She even began to consider the possibility that it might be another woman. She realized she hadn’t thought this through thoroughly before agreeing.

At work, Aimee viewed her colleagues differently, wondering if any of them might be her boss’s friend. She fretted over the prospect of a coworker participating, although she couldn’t recall anyone in the office being close to her boss. She agonized about the upcoming encounter.

Aimee was on the verge of telling Paul not to bring a friend, but she feared that he might stop the arrangement altogether, something she didn’t desire. She wondered, why he couldn’t be content with just having her to himself.

 “See you tonight with dinner,” her boss said as he walked past her reception desk.

“Okay, looking forward to it,” she replied, her stomach tying itself into knots. She reminded herself that he had given her the option to say no to someone else.

When the doorbell rang, it was Paul and his friend, who turned out to be his nineteen-year-old son Alex. While his son was undeniably handsome with an athletic build, Aimee was unsure if she could share herself with both him and his father simultaneously.

After dinner and a few glasses of wine, Paul took her hand and led her to the sofa, asking if she was ready. It wasn’t the kind of foreplay she had envisioned, but she nodded in agreement as she removed her blouse. Her hand shook as she fumbled to remove her bra. Her full breasts were now on display, she thought. Now I have two eager mouths to feed.

Paul leaned in and latched onto her large, milk-filled nipple, and Alex, initially hesitant, made up for a slow start by sucking with more vigor than his father. They continued until they completely drained Aimee. Only then did she truly appreciate having her large, milk-filled breasts finally recognized and desired.

After they left, all thoughts of the past worries and scammers faded away, and Aimee slowly drifted off to sleep, content and fulfilled.