The Lab, Part 2

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Summary: Lab technician, Beth, has been engineered to periodically birth  small eggs from her nipples. But Beth soon discovers that the eggs  are progressively increasing in size as well as number. Contains: Female: Breast expansion, breastation, egg laying, and more.

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She was certain she was just imagining things.

Beth had the habit of overworking herself and even, at times, dozing off during tasks.

After blinking a few times and starting hard at her nipples, they were still steadily seeping, the odd clenching sensation in her breasts having vanished. There were no other detectable changes. Her anxieties were getting the better of her. Certainly no other things, aside from the clear slime, was coming out of them.

Her previously small breasts were full B-cups by then. Swollen B-cups, which meant they were engorged. They were full of the transparent sticky substance that was pushing out of them.

She wondered if it would be wise to start pumping her breasts to stop the continuous overflow. Though typically when lactating women pumped their breasts or nursed, it stimulated more milk production, and consequently more growth, Beth was not sure how this would apply to her situation. She was not certain that she wanted to risk it.

But pumping would likely help alleviate the discomfort. The mounds were just so sensitive, so uncomfortable all the time.

The nursing bras helped, she supposed. Still, she wanted a reprieve from thinking of her breasts, and from being conscious of the continuous sensation of them steadily leaking.

Beth went out the following evening, hoping to get out of her funk. She had a few drinks until she wasn't self-conscious anymore. Still, her breasts felt hot and tingly. She smiled at a stranger and he came over to join her at the bar.

They fell into lighthearted conversation for at least an hour, laughing and drinking. His name was Tom. Beth could sense him gradually getting closer as the night progressed, but she wasn't opposed to it. He was handsome and charming, and she was already fond of him. Soon his lips were on hers as they shared slow, lazy kisses, and it was all quite lovely.

They stayed at the bar till closing, after which Beth tugged Tom over to her car.
She straddled him in her backseat, and it was only as Tom was sliding Beth's shirt up that she recalled her body's awkward dilemma.

"Wait..." she said, but her skin had already become exposed. Her flesh was full and puffy, Tom clearly liking what he saw. Her breasts were bulging now, just slightly, from the bra cups. Whether or not Tom realized it was a nursing bra remained unclear. Now his arms were wrapped about her, fingers expertly undoing the latch of her bra. The undergarment fell away, Beth's chest becoming fully exposed. He stared at her thoughtfully for a moment. His finger trailed one of the plump mounds, causing her body to tremble, her breath catching in her throat.

"God, they're gorgeous," Tom muttered. "Had no idea you were hiding these under your shirt. Your surgeon did excellent work. You almost couldn't tell. They're a work of art."

Suddenly Beth didn't know whether to be amused or insulted. Clearly Tom had never seen a pair of engorged breasts before.

She wanted to respond, but his thumbs were stroking, just ghosting the sides of them, really. Extending from where his hands still held her sides, as her eyelids fluttered and she took a moment to appreciate the pleasure aspect for once. He drew her closer, Beth's thighs straddling him in the delightfully cramped space.
She felt tension in her nipples and abruptly remembered why she couldn't be doing this at this particular moment.

She scrambled, but only seemed to sink deeper into the comfort of Tom's body.

"Easy there." His hands went to her hips, steadying her. "You alright?"

The tension in her nipples worsened, Beth's cheeks heating. "I actually have to go. I'm late for somethinnn...nghhh...ohhh..."

Then it happened. The thing that she had imagined. Both of her nipples swelled, the pore in the center steadily opening up like a tiny, gaping mouth.

Her face twisted as both of her nipples swelled yet more before something appeared; something actually began to crown from her left nipple, as steadily a tiny white object pushed free into Beth's waiting hand.

This had to be a weird dream, she decided, as slime followed, seeping from her left nipple post the production of the tiny white ball.

It was only a few centimeters in size. She rolled it between her fingers. It was hard. But felt thin and fragile. It was too small and impossible to properly examine—at least not here and now. Beth grunted as her right nipple was occupied by the same awkward tension. Tom gawked at her in the meantime. She must have squeezed the tiny round object held between her pointer finger and thumb, because suddenly it was flattened. Or crushed? Beth pulled her fingers apart to a tiny smudge of a pale yellow substance and cracked broken bits of the white object. A...shell?

"What the hell?" said Tom, breathing heavily, his eyes pinned to her right nipple. It was happening again. A tiny object was pushing out of it, making her squirm. "How much did I have to drink. Did—did you drug me?"

"God," Beth groaned, equally nonplussed. "I...I have to go." She fumbled and successfully found the car door latch, practically falling out of it. Belatedly remembering that she was topless. She snatched her shirt from beside Tom's thigh, clutching it to her seeping chest as she stumbled to the driver’s seat and quickly got inside.

She threw a glance through the rearview mirror, where Tom was still sitting in her back seat in a stupor. "I have to go!" Beth repeated emphatically. She hastily pulled on her shirt, sans bra, ignoring as it instantly started to dampen from the nipple goo.

She honked the horn and Tom finally snapped out of his reverie. He hurriedly got out of the car and stared blankly as she sped off.

Beth was just glad that she hadn't given him her real name.

-

They were full C-cups, and bulging heavily from the nursing bras she had been given only two weeks before. Her nipples had also experienced a surge of growth, no longer just swollen, but bigger. Thicker, longer, getting unusually large. And they were always erect. They were practically staring at people. Her colleagues would throw her the odd glance but then continue on their work.

Beth proceeded with her documentation, mostly about the increasing mass of her breasts, presumably from the increasing content of what she had now dubbed ‘slime’. It had taken on a whitish color recently, yet still remained thick and gooey, sort of like glue. When Beth tried to write notes about the incident with Tom in her car, she would always pause in baffled awareness that it just made no sense.

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"We ran tests on the secretions," Walker informed Beth during their next meeting. "The substance is milk. It is highly concentrated and hyper-nutritious, which is the reason it appears so thick."

Beth just barely managed not to wrinkle her nose. "I see," she said calmly. "Right. That is very unique, which would mean...this is the experiment, isn’t it?" She felt nauseous. She had thought that the experiment would be inconsequential and mundane. She had expected something like getting tested to see whether or not her skin got irritated by some innocuous mineral powder or something. "It's not just a side-effect."

A pause.

"You know we cannot discuss the specifics, Jennings."

Beth nodded absently. "Okay. Sure. You'll...notice in the report that there have been some...unusual secretions."

Walker raised a brow. "We will go over the documentation thoroughly."

That was all. There was nothing else to be discussed. Beth felt helpless. "Thank you," she managed, before leaving the office to get back to work.

-

Her breasts continued to grow fat and full, her nipples hard, aching, and swelling. The sensitivity was insane, and she started to give in rather than fearing it. She would stroke her breasts, her breath shuddering. One night she came just from breast play.

Afterwards she slumped back in bed, gasping for breath, nipples oozing, when it started to happen again.

"Ohhh..." Beth grunted and arched as her nipples tensed, then steadily openedto make way for another pair of the small white balls, which popped free to drop onto the bed.

"God," Beth breathed, looking down at the things. They seemed slightly larger than the last ones. She reached down to carefully lift one, and it indeed did resemble a tiny little egg. "What the fuck." She lightly shook her head before carefully setting the two tiny white balls on her night stand.

-

When Beth brought the—the egg things in to the lab the following day, her superiors were most impressed. They took the samples and murmured amongst themselves for a while. Spelding then hurried off with them, while Walker and Rian turned to face Beth again.

"Excellent work, Ms. Jennings," said Walker. "If any additional samples are produced, we need you to collect them and bring them in as you did today."

"That...it?" said Beth. She had thought this development would warrant more concern.

"Would it be alright if Dr. Rian conducted another physical exam?"

"I—okay," said Beth. It wasn't as though she had a choice.

Walker left the room, and this time Dr. Rian rolled an exam bed over. She had Beth strip her upper body and lie across it as she snapped on a pair of gloves.

"Any sensitivity," Dr. Rian said, as she gently pressed into Beth's breast flesh with careful fingers.

Beth tensed. "Yes," she forced out, though it was a bit of an understatement. The milk substance slowly rolled down the underside of both of Beth's breasts.

"Any pain?"

"No. They get a little sore sometimes. Especially my...nipples."

To Beth's relief, Dr. Rian finally withdrew her hands. "Thank you Jennings. That will be all." She peeled off her gloves.

Beth sat up, pulling the sheet over her chest. "Actually, um..."

"Yes."

"I need...new bras. Larger ones." Beth's face flushed in embarrassment. But there was no way in hell she was forking over her own money for a new wardrobe.

"Not a problem," said Rian, remaining completely neutral. "I will have an additional stipend added to your next paycheck."

"How much larger are they going to grow?" Beth blurted before she could stop herself. "This is getting rather invasive. How am I supposed to explain it to my friends? My parents?"

Dr. Rian's expression did not change. "As you know, I am unfortunately not able to discuss the details of the experiment."

-

That evening her nipples actually started twitching. She stared at the swollen, pink nubs, a moan escaping her throat as the pressure started up again. Her nipples opened wide, each crowning another of the egg things. But it didn't end there. Her left nipple produced two more while the right produced one additional one. "Fuck," she muttered, absently cradling the side of one of her breasts. Was this becoming a regularity?

-

She suspected it was as the issue recurred the following day. Yet again, her breasts produced even more of the eggs. This time she was in the lab, and she could feel her nipples distending under her bra, the eggs trying to crown against the constricting material. "Oh..." She put down her petri dish down and hurried into the bathroom. She pulled down her bra and allowed several eggs to pop out of her nipples, one by one, cracking against the floor around her feet.

Her right nipple shuddered then twitched to finally produce yet another. "Fuck," she hissed, putting her face in her hands. They had turned her into a freak.

-

Beth knew she was crumbling under the pressure. But wasn't that what everyone expected of her? Couldn't that have been part of the experiment in itself? To see how she crumbled psychologically as her bizarre condition exacerbated.

She awoke one night to birth more of the eggs from her breasts. She sat up, grunting, her cheeks reddening from the uncomfortable yet pleasurable strain on her nipples. The eggs had grown to the size of marbles by then, her breasts plump D-cups. Her nipples were fat and stuck out unnaturally. She watched as the tiny slit of each nipple gradually widened, like a mouth opening up, as more eggs crowned.