A New Cure for Anxiety Pt. 03

Dr. Nathan Phillips had mostly recovered from yesterday's events. Mostly. He was still feeling a little groggy and a little forgetful. He hoped the effects were temporary for himself, while at the same time secretly hoping for the opposite for his test subject Anna Jensen.

Anna was the first human to trial his new anti-anxiety medication. It worked wonders for her anxiety. That was the good news. The bad? It worked other sorts of wonders on her brain: making her extremely suggestible, forgetful, and horny. Moreover, it seemed to bring out some "bimbo-like" behaviors, affecting her speech patterns, and possibly even her cognitive abilities.

And there was another change, a physical one. Or rather, two. Her breasts had grown considerably after two treatments. And they even started producing milk. Phillips ingested this milk yesterday after things got out of hand (and into mouth) between them. He suspected that the milk she produced also had substantial amounts of the drug he gave her, which would explain his mental state over the last 24 or so hours.

As the clock struck 10 AM, his door opened; Anna practically bounced inside with a wide smile on her face. It was in stark contrast to the woman who walked in that door just 8 days ago. Instead of a reserved, depressed, nervous wreck of a girl, she was now a confident, happy, and carefree woman. Her hair was down, glasses gone, a skirt instead of her customary jeans, and a tight sweater pulled over her now-sizeable breasts. She struggled with bras most of last week, but since yesterday her entire collection is now obsolete. So she proudly went without. Of course Dr. Phillips noticed the small, wet patches over her nipples.

"So...ummm...still lactating, I see." Dr. Phillips said, cutting right to the chase. He licked his lips involuntarily. Despite himself, despite knowing it was a bad idea, he felt an incredible urge to drink more of her sweet milk, and once again lose himself in the same blissful, trancelike state as yesterday.

Anna looked down, giggling at his observation, and then pouting a bit, "This is like? The fifth top? I've worn today?"

Whereas Phillips largely recovered since yesterday, he noted that her changes are at the very least longer lasting, if not permanent. He scribbled a quick note to himself, "shorter-term effects of drug ingestion via milk?" before turning to Anna, "Please remove your top, I'd like to get a sample of your milk."

Anna happily obeyed, letting her large, milky breasts fall out of her top as she lifted it over her head. She looked down, admiring her new boobs, giggling for a second, and then surprised him by sauntering around the desk and trying to shove a nipple in his mouth.

"No! Not like that!" He said in a slight panic, stopping Anna in her tracks. He didn't want to fall into that trap again, but he once again licked his lips, eyes locked onto her nipple, almost as if it were pulling him in. He shook his head and pushed her back a step. "I need you to pump." He reached into his desk, taking out his wife's old hand-pump that she used while she was breastfeeding.

Anna pouted, looking a little disappointed, but took the pump from him, sitting back down in the chair in front of his desk. She looked at it a bit curiously, before putting it over her nipple and beginning to pump. Dr. Phillips notes that the breasts still aren't producing an overabundance of milk, but still enough for a decent sample.

"My hand is like ummm...starting to hurt?" Anna said in a pouty tone, "like...we should get a machine...like with a cow?" she giggled at her own joke.

"Please switch to the other breast, dear," he instructed, watching as she instinctively obeyed his command. The power was beginning to feel as intoxicating as her milk. It was a curious statement though, and he dug deeper, "What do you know about dairy farming?"

She giggled and moaned a little as she started up on the other breast, "Oh, like...soooo much? Mmmm." She giggled a bit more before continuing, "Like...umm...my family has a farm? We like...sold all the cows...?" she made a pouty face, remembering how much it hurt when the cows went away, "But like...I still have the pumps 'n' stuff? my family left me...everything? "

"Oh really?" he said with genuine surprise.

"Yeah, like, my parents are dead? And my grandparents are too old? So like...they left me everything?" She giggled again, in stark contrast to the sad tale of dead parents she just told. A moment later she finished pumping her second breast, giving the pump and bottle of milk to the professor. Her breasts remained out in the open; Anna apparently unconscious or unconcerned by her own nudity.

"I'd love to see the farm..." the professor said, thinking aloud as he stored the milk in a mini-fridge, "maybe...our next appointment can be a little trip to see it..."

"Ohh..." she giggled, "It's like...on an island...like, it's hard to get to 'n stuff."

"I have a car...can we get there by ferry? You should show me the way..."

"Yes, I should show you the way? And like...yeah...there's a ferry 'n stuff."

The professor instructed her to meet up again next Monday at their usual time. "And remember to write the report for me this week! Also, please pump every day. Report how much milk you're producing!"

Anna giggled, taking the pump and a few spare bottles with her.

As soon as she leaves, the professor starts analysing the milk. Just as he suspected, the drug is in the milk, and not just trace amounts either! He recalled how powerful the feeling was. How overwhelming and hard to resist it was. In fact, his mouth waters just looking at this freshly pumped milk. He thought about how sexy her breasts now look, filled with milk, and how he wanted nothing more than to have another taste...and then do many other naughty things besides.

Gulping hard, his pants now bulging, another naughty thought crossed his mind: he thought about how he could use this on others. Seducing and controlling more and more women. And perhaps...having a whole farm at his disposal? Images of a barn full of mindless, lactating bimbos, all there for his disposal, filled his mind. It was an irresistible image, even though he knew it was so wrong.

***

The week seemed to drag on and on. He fought the urge to call Anna into his office each day. No, he needed a good excuse to get her alone first.

Finally, on Monday morning, he got an email from Anna. It was clear from the multiple spelling and grammatical errors that she was still, well, feeling the effects of the drugs. He took a note of the measurements. It seemed as if her milk production tailed off by the end of the week, so perhaps she would need a booster. Regardless, he was eager to hook her up to her own dairy equipment. The thought had kept him up (in more ways than one).

Instead of meeting at his office, he met her in a random supermarket parking lot, not particularly close to either of their homes. Unsurprisingly, Anna didn't ask questions, and simply accepted his suggestion at face value. He wanted to reduce the likelihood of being spotted, and figured this was the best way to go about it.

Whereas the professor was a nervous wreck about today, Anna appeared the opposite of nervous or concerned about this upcoming adventure; she practically skipped up to his car in excitement. Once again the glasses were gone, and the hair let down. She was in another skirt, and this time a tight blouse. Per his instruction, she bought a nursing bra and some pads to absorb the milk. She also cut off communication with friends, family, and even her boyfriend. The professor wanted to cover his tracks, to make sure that no one got suspicious of her changing behavior and mental and physical states.

She sat down in the passenger seat, and he looked around, double checking that no one had spotted them before putting the address into the GPS. The professor told his wife that he had a conference out of town, and that he'd be back the next day. It should give him plenty of time to get set up.

The island where the farm was located, off the southern coast of Denmark, would take about 3 hours to get there by car and ferry. Dr. Phillips had a difficult time concentrating on the drive. Anna, whether intentionally or not, was not helping.

"I realllllly need to pump?" she moaned, massaging her breasts, some milk starting to leak through the cotton nursing pads.

"I...I think y-you should wait" he replied, glancing over, pants tenting, "Wait until we can get some...proper equipment." Once again he licked his lips. He could practically smell her fresh, sweet milk. He resolved not to drink any more-he needed his mind!-but he wasn't sure if he could keep that promise to himself, remembering how good it tasted, and how good it felt to just let go.

Seeing his cock bulging, Anna reached over, starting to massage his cock through the fabric of his jeans. She was so horny these days, especially since she had to break things off with her boyfriend. For a brief moment she wondered why she had done that, but like all other troubling thoughts these days, that concern just slipped away. Besides, she had something else to focus on now.

"Oh god..." he moaned, as she leaned over, unzipping his pants and releasing his hard cock. Before he could push her away she popped it right into her mouth. Fuck, it felt amazing. He was almost on the verge of coming when he reluctantly had to push her hungry mouth away as he approached the ferry, just on time, "Let's save it for later, baby..." He barely managed to get his cock back into his pants by the time he pulled up to the man selling tickets.

Anna remained amorous throughout the entire boat ride, but with the cars parked right next to each other, he kept it PG. Or at the very least PG-13. His was the only car to depart at their stop. The ferry serviced half a dozen other sparsely populated islands in the area. The island wasn't much. There was a small settlement with a few vacation homes near the ferry port, and a road that hugged the coast, wrapping around to the far side of the island-just 1.5 kilometers across-to Anna's family farm.

Nervously, he set out on the dirt road until he approached this bucolic farmhouse with a traditional thatch roof, and a now-disused barn on the other side. It was built on a bit of a peninsula, with a large field that was enclosed by a stone fence, wrapping around the property, down to the coasts on either side. Trees and bushes lined the fence, giving the whole property quite a bit of privacy.

"This is perfect" he said in a daze.

"I know, right?!" Anna said, seemingly oblivious to his more devious plans for the farm...and for her.

They got out of the car and walked up to the main farmhouse. It was surprisingly modern. Her family must have been quite wealthy, he notes. Anna gives a tour, bouncing and giggling along the way without a care in the world.

The professor pulled out his phone to check his emails but Anna explains, "Oh, like, that won't work here? Like, we have umm...satellite for TV and internet 'n' stuff? Cuz, it like...umm, cell phones don't work?" Then she quickly gave him all the codes upon request.

"Now show me to the barn..." he said, heart racing. He feels the syringe with her next dose in his jacket pocket. He's still not sure about this plan. It's crazy. There's still time to get out of this. She's only taken two shots, and he could fudge the record to show that she didn't really show any major effects until the second.

The barn has not been used in a long time, but it's clean and the milking instruments are pristine.

Anna headed straight for the milk pump, starting to remove her blouse and unclasp her nursing bra, "Wait..." the professor said, heart pounding, suddenly overcome with guilt, "You...you don't have to do this...I...I think I've taken this too far..."

Still holding the suction apparatus of the pump, she stepped closer to him, breasts out, leaking milk, "It's like...OK...like...my boobs reallllly need to be like, milked?" She then guided his hand up to her breast, giving it the slightest squeeze, milk spraying all over his hand, "see?"

For Anna, the need to share her milk is almost overwhelming. Seeing his milk soaked hand, she grasped it and shoved it toward his open mouth.

"Wait!" he said, but she's surprisingly strong, and before he could properly resist, a few droplets of that sweet milk glide across his tongue. He tried pulling his hand away, but realized, somewhere in the back of his mind, that she's no longer holding it. He licked off every last drop, feeling that same total relaxation wash over him as last week.

Anna attached the pump on one of her breasts, taking her other hand and wrapping it around the back of Dr. Phillip's head. "Like...you can have more if you want?"

"I shouldn't," he said in a daze, but his eyes were glued to that nipple, and the sweet droplet of milk that was clinging to it. His mind is already a bit fuzzy, but the logical parts of his brain are only concerned with justifying the actions he desperately wanted to take. "I guess...I won't be...going home...until tomorrow?" He said, letting Anna guide his head to her breast, latching onto her nipple and feeling a fresh spray of milk coating his mouth.

The professor was in paradise, drinking hungrily from her. And Anna was too, feeling so wonderful, so fulfilled. Neither he nor Anna had any idea how much time passed, but both breasts were drained. Both were now only concerned with one thing: needing more.

Through a haze, the professor finds the injection, "I can...I mean, you can...make...more?" He says, holding up the syringe, giggling slightly.

Anna giggles, "Umm...OK!" She said, bending over, dropping her skirt and panties to the floor, and revealing her wonderful ass.

For the first time, the doctor gets a glimpse of her sex and feels another sort of hunger come over him. With a swift move, he uncapped the syringe and injected her with another dose. It hit with more power than the first two combined.

Anna fell, almost automatically, to her knees, feeling far too light headed to stand. This time intense sensations spread not only to her breasts, but deep inside her pussy and womb. The doctor watched, mouth agape, mesmerized. Her breasts visibly inflated with more delicious milk, and her pussy was soaked with pure desire.

An animalistic desire overwhelmed him. He barely got his clothes off before plunging his hard cock inside of her for the first time. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought of animals in heat, wondering if this is what they feel...if she was, indeed, in heat. It didn't matter. Those thoughts easily slipped away as he lost himself in the moment. Anna's pussy, her pure lust and desire mixing with his own...it felt so good, so perfect. She needed to be bred, right there, right then.

He grabbed her hips with one hand, and reached around to rub her clit with the other. Anna's young pussy clenched around his cock as she rapidly approached orgasm, her moaning increasing along with his.

"mmmm...MMMMMM...mMMMMMMOOOOOOO!!" Anna screamed as she came hard. The shock of hearing her moo causes the professor to unleash his massive load deep inside her. It was a massive orgasm, as he convulsed, filling her with spurt after spurt of potent come deep into her fertile, in heat womb.

As his orgasm subsides, he instinctively keeps his cock inside her for as long as possible. Although still in a daze, a dumb grin spread across his face, he asked, "Did you...moo?"

"Ummm...like...yeah?" She giggles, "Like...I dunno...mooing feels good? Moooo! MooOOOOO!!"

Finally he slipped out of her, standing up and taking stock of this beautiful, transformed...woman? Cow? He hooks her back up to the pump, and the milk is really flowing now. She has a blank, happy expression as she is slowly drained. Her breasts are now massive. Even if they wanted to return to society, he's not sure they could. Plus, her friends and family would notice her obviously limited mental capacity.

In a few minutes these industrial pumps have drained several liters from her breasts. He detaches her, "So...do you want to show me your bedroom?" Amazingly, his cock was already bulging again. Was this a result of the milk? He couldn't give a fuck.

She giggled, "Like, umm...follow me?" She tried standing up, but kept falling. "Like, walking is hard?" She giggled again and took his hand, using him for balance as she uneasily pulled herself up onto two feet. Whether it was because of her new top-heavy form, or because she simply felt more comfortable on all fours, she needed his assistance to walk upright. Somehow, she wasn't bothered by this. And neither was he. Slowly, they made their way back to the house.

The rest of the day was a blur of fucking and milking. He couldn't even remember a moment when they stopped to eat. Well. At least he doesn't remember eating food.

He woke up feeling groggy as hell, as if he had taken some powerful sleeping pills. Anna was already up, starting her new routine of milking herself several times a day, starting at dawn. She was just finishing up as he entered the barn.

"Are you...I mean...will you be OK here...until I return?" he asked, once again eyeing the milk.

"Ummm...yeah...like...milking is fun!" She giggled excitedly. He noticed that she's still not walking upright, and wondered if that's a new permanent condition.

He was reluctant to leave, but he really needed to get back if his wife was going to buy his cover story. "Write or call if you need anything" he says, "And please refrigerate all your fresh milk!" He took a liter bottle of milk out of the fridge for...personal use. "I'll be back in a few days."

With that he took the long trip back to Copenhagen. He was in this far. No turning back now. He just needed to decide on his next course of action.

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