“Yes,” Mr.Panky replied. “Cindy’s breasts seemed to have... gotten bigger. A lot bigger. And now she’s dribbling breast milk uncontrollably. Her body chemistry has somehow gotten out of whack. I want to analyze the breast milk to look for clues as to what is happening to her. I’d really appreciate your help.”
Letch glanced from Panky back to Cindy’s DD titties. They seemed to cry out to him for help. Taking a deep breath, Letch nodded and pulled forward a stool from under one of the lab tables.
“Just sit right here, dear,” Mr.Panky smiled encouragingly, “we’re going to get to the bottom of all this.” Cindy set her round butt down on the metal stool and almost jumped. It was as cold as ice! Goosebumps rose up all over the flesh of her body, and her nipples jutted even further off her tits. “Oooh that’s cold!” she exclaimed. Mr.Panky nodded blankly, his eyes fixed on the spear points rising from her heaving breasts. He was startled back to his senses when Letch nudged his arm and held out a specimen dish to him.
“Uh, thanks,” Panky mumbled, taking the dish. “Certainly,” Letch said, and then added, “Don’t you think you should use protection?” Panky cocked his head at Letch, “Huh?” Letch dug into his lab coat and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. “So that you don’t contaminate the fluid,” Letch answered, as if he were speaking to a freshman biology student. “Quite right,” Panky agreed with a bit of chagrin. Damn, he thought, I was looking forward to handling those gazoombas with my bare hands. Letch sure is being a wuss about this.
Fitting the gloves on, Panky reached out with his hand and softly grabbed Cindy’s right tit. “OH!” she gasped. Panky looked up into her eyes, “There’s nothing to worry about, Cindy.” She smiled uncertainly, trying to put on a brave face. But she was scared, and as terrible as it might sound, she was damn aroused too. Mr.Panky’s hand holding her booby was sending waves of pleasure right up her spine.
Very carefully and very slowly, Mr.Panky squeezed Cindy’s right tit. Cindy shuddered and bit down on her lip. “Does that hurt?” Panky asked. He had no desire to cause Cindy any pain. “Nnnnnouh,” Cindy moaned and shook her head. Her long blonde hair fell down over her face and across her mammoth bustline. Panky, still holding onto her tit with one hand, put down the dish and brushed her hair out of the way with his other. She giggled and her titties jiggled. Droplets of milk sprayed every which way. “Please hold still,” Panky smiled and then squeezed her tit again. Panky was unprepared for the flow of breast milk which came squirting out of her nipple. The milk shot out in a stream which arced down and splashed into the crotch of Panky’s pants.
“Oops!” Cindy blushed with embarressment.
Mr.Letch looked over Panky’s shoulder, first at Cindy’s tit and then at Panky’s pants. “Her breasts seem to be quite filled up. That may be what’s causing the expansion, a sudden and out-of-control production of breast milk. Is the girl pregnant?”
Not knowing the answer, Panky turned his gaze back at Cindy. The girl shook her head fiercely, her boobs swinging left and right with the motion and splattering Panky’s shirt with even more milk. “At this rate we might never get a sample, unless we squeeze out your clothes,” Letch mumbled. “Here, let me have a try.” Panky turned around with a frown, but got out of his seat when he saw Letch standing there in a buttoned up lab coat, plastic goggles, face mask and latex gloves. “Oh alright,” Panky said grudgingly and got out of the way.
Letch sat down, picked up a cotton swab and leaned in toward Cindy’s breast. The minute the swab touched Cindy’s nipple it became saturated with milk and Cindy let out a little sigh. Letch wiped the cotton swab on a glass slide and then turned back to the tit with a petrie dish in hand. Setting the lip of the dish underneath her engorged teat he pushed down on the red nub with the q-tip. SQUIRT! The dish filled up as the milk splashed down into it in a fine stream. “Oooh!” Cindy shuddered slightly. When the dish was half-full, Letch set it down and picked up a large beaker. He held it just under her breast with one hand and carefully grabbed her tit with the other. Then he squeezed real hard. SQWOOSH! A wide jet of white milk exploded from her tit. “Yowtch! Cindy cried and jumped up, but Letch had her by the tits and wouldn’t let her go. Milk was still pouring out of her breast, and even her other tit was dribbling more heavily than normal.
“Hey!” Cindy said indignantly, but Letch squeezed again. “Nng!” Cindy’s complaint caught in her throat, and without thinking one of her hands clamped down onto Letch’s gripping fingers and the other shot down between her legs. Letch’s hand trembled as Cindy clutched it, smashing it down around her heaving titty. But he had gotten what he needed from his little experiment and now it was time to move on to the next step. Reluctantly pulling his hand away, Letch stood up and walked over to a table of equipment. Cindy groaned in protest, but didn’t get up. She just sat there, squeezing her now overflowing breasts and diddling herself beneath the folds of her skirt.
Panky stared at her and the large puddle that was growing at the foot of her stool. Then he turned and stepped over to where Mr.Letch was studying the samples of milk.
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