Experimental Expression Ch. 01

The waiting room was tidy and plain when Iris and Ivy arrived in the late afternoon to check Iris in for the program. Iris swiped a sleeve across her brow, relishing the air conditioning as a reprieve from the baking summer heat outside. Together, the pair walked up to the front desk.

"Hi, I'm Iris Gold, I'm here to check in," said Iris, a little nervous. She wiped her sweaty palms against the sides of her dark jeans, and Ivy touched her shoulder with a gentle hand. The bored-looking secretary consulted her computer, adjusted her glasses, and then reached for something under the desk.

"Here you go. Read through and sign please." She handed over a clipboard with a quarter-inch thick stack of papers on it, and a pen. Iris took it, surprised by the weight.

"Uh, okay," she said, retreating to a pair of chairs next to a potted plant. Ivy followed, sitting next to her wife.

"God, this is a lot of paperwork. I thought I had already filled it all out at the physical," said Iris. Ivy shrugged. It had been only a few weeks since Iris had decided on participating in the program.

The month prior, Iris had seen an ad pop up on Instagram that intrigued her.

"Make 60k in just 3 months! Participate in the newest craze sweeping the nation!" The ad was accompanied by a photo of three smiling women with their arms slung around each other's shoulders, each with enormous breasts spilling out of their stylish bras. Iris furrowed her brow, and clicked.

"Hey Ivy, come here," Iris had called, and Ivy came in from the bedroom, still holding a sock she'd been folding.

"What's up?"

"Check this out. Did you ever hear of this?" Iris turned her phone to face Ivy, who studied the screen. "It's like some kind of retreat, for science? They pay you crazy money to stay there for three months and get experimented on and like... milked. Like a cow." Ivy nodded.

"You know what's funny, my friend actually just mentioned to me the other day that her cousin just got back from that place. Apparently, it's great, and her tits are like, super huge now. Why do you mention it?"

Iris shrugged. "I dunno. It seems like it might be some pretty easy money, right? Just go for three months, and then that's all my money for the year. I could take time off from the bakery to work on my writing, visit my family, stuff like that. What do you... I mean, how would you feel about that? If I did that, I mean?" Ivy smirked at Iris.

"Oh no, my wife going on a vacation and coming back with giant tits and a ton of money? What a tragedy, I could never let that happen," she said, feigning sorrow. "I'm just kidding. I think you should apply! I bet you'd have fun getting milked every day," Ivy added, grabbing Iris's already ample breasts in her hands. Iris giggled a little, and smiled.

"Okay, I'll send in an application. Hopefully they want me as much as I want them!"

After sending the application, Iris heard back within a couple of days. The people at the research center wanted Iris to come in for a physical and a bloodwork panel, and then she'd be in! After the physical and the blood panel, she quickly received word that the researchers wanted her to participate in the trial, and gave a day for her to arrive at the research center. That day had arrived quicker than expected, and Iris was getting nervous. As she sat and filled out the paperwork, she talked quietly to Ivy.

"I hope I brought everything I needed," Iris said. The email she had received prior to her arrival instructed her to bring only their phone and wallet, toiletries, and some entertainment; books, video games, anything Iris wanted, it said. In particular, it mentioned that she would not need to bring any changes of clothes.

"Participants will be provided with robes and gowns for their comfort and modesty, and for the convenience of our researchers and laboratory assistants," the email had said. Iris felt jittery, but there was a knot of heat low in her abdomen that accompanied the nerves.

"I'm sure you'll be fine. And you'll get to talk to me every day," Ivy said reassuringly. Iris glanced back down at the thick packet and continued.

"It says I'll need you to pick me up after it's over. Something about the treatment causing "impaired cognitive function." Huh." Iris initialed and kept going. The rest of the pages were standard; emergency contact information, medications and allergies, basic stuff. Finally, she had finished filling out the packet. Iris picked up the small bag she had packed and walked back up to the desk to return the paperwork. The secretary took it from her and stifled a yawn.

"The doctor will come to call you in soon. You can tell your wife goodbye before she comes in." Iris turned to Ivy, suddenly looking more worried than before, and Ivy grabbed her hands.

"You're gonna do great, don't be nervous. Call me when you can to check in, okay? And I'm going to be getting updates about you from the researchers themselves, so I'll know what they're doing to you. I love you so much," she said, pulling Iris into an embrace. They kissed passionately, breaking away just as a door opened and a woman in a white coat stepped into the room.

"Iris Gold?" she asked, and Iris lifted a hand meekly. "Follow me," said the doctor, turning back towards the door and beginning to walk away. Iris mouthed "I love you" one last time to Ivy before turning to go after the doctor, the door swinging shut behind her.

***

Iris followed the doctor down a corridor into a small room. It looked exactly like a normal doctor's office, and the doctor gestured for Iris to sit down on the paper-lined exam table.

"Iris, thank you so much for agreeing to participate in our program. Not only will you be providing us with valuable data for our research, but you will be doing a great service to society by providing us with your breast milk, nurturing a growing industry of human milk production. Please step over behind that curtain and disrobe completely; there is a gown there for you to put on." The doctor gestured to a corner of the room partitioned off with a curtain, and Iris complied. The provided gown was surprisingly soft, and tied in such a way that she wasn't nervous about exposing herself accidentally. She stashed their clothes in her bag and stepped back out to face the doctor, who was finishing prepping a syringe.

"Thank you. This will be the first of your hormone injections to induce lactation and expand your breast size. You will receive them twice a day for the duration of the program. Hopefully you read through the paperwork in the waiting room, but I will reiterate to you that there are some minor side effects to the serum we use." Iris nodded, listening intently.

"First, you will experience a sharp increase in arousal and libido. This is completely normal, and we encourage masturbation, as it can help increase milk production. Second, these injections will cause a noticeable impairment in your cognitive function. As you receive the regular injections, the serum will build up in your system and your cognitive abilities will decline gradually until reaching a plateau after about two weeks. You will most likely become more docile and relaxed, and you may find yourself having difficulty with problem solving, critical thinking, and even reading. After you finish the program, it will take about two weeks for your cognitive function to return to normal. We recommend that you do not work or operate heavy machinery until your faculties have been completely restored. Do you understand?" Iris nodded. Even at the doctor's description of what changes her body would go through, she felt herself grow aroused and had to fight to pay attention. The doctor gestured for Iris to turn around.

"The serum works best injected into the thickest muscle in the body; please turn around and rest your arms against the table." Iris complied, heat rising to her cheeks as the doctor hiked up the hem of her gown. She felt the cool sensation of an alcohol swap on her ass, followed by a sharp pinch as the needle pierced her skin, and then it was over. The doctor let the hem of the gown fall and capped the needle.

"You should start to feel the effects starting tomorrow. As this is your first night here and our participants often have trouble sleeping after their first injection, the shot I gave you also contained a mild sedative to help you sleep; you'll begin feeling that in about fifteen minutes. There is a nurse out in the hallway waiting to show you to your accommodations." Iris nodded and thanked the doctor, then grabbed her bag and stepped out into the hallway, where another woman in blue scrubs was waiting for her. The nurse smiled.

"Hi sugar, it's nice to have you. Follow me, you're in room 17." Iris followed the nurse as she walked down the hallway, turned, and kept walking, before stopping in front of a door marked "17."

"Here you are. You won't be receiving a room key, as you will need to be escorted around the facility for your own safety. You get three squares a day, vegetarian as requested, and me or another nurse will come by to give you your shot in the morning and evening. Once you start producing, we'll have you come down to the milking room as needed throughout the day, okay? Other than that, you can spend your time in your room as you please. Go on, make yourself comfortable," said the nurse, opening the door for Iris. Iris nodded and gave a small smile, then stepped into the room.

It was spacious and well-lit, with narrow windows wrapping around the room at the ceiling letting in natural light. There was a comfortable-looking bed, an armchair, a table with a chair, and a television with a remote next to it. A door off to one side stood ajar, revealing a small bathroom. As Iris stepped into the room, the door gently closed behind her, and she heard the click of an automatic lock.

Iris gulped. She had a fluttering feeling in her stomach, afraid suddenly of what would happen next. She tossed her bag on the bed and stood for a minute, looking down and contemplating her breasts. Still regular-sized... for now. Hopefully this will be a good experience, she thought, and then she yawned. A wave of tiredness came crashing over her, and she made her way to the bed and slid under the covers, flipping a switch on the wall to turn off the overhead light. She could see the moon shining silver through the windows at the top of the room, and she felt comforted as she quickly fell asleep.