Milk in the Future Chapter 2

A fat girl sat on a bench in a doctor’s office. Let’s say, she was obese. And for the sake of perspective, she was obese for 2024.

This was not 2024.

She sat on the bench for a few minutes, waiting for… something. Her white shirt being stretched to the limits and her large breasts leaving sizable cleavage for a shirt that wasn’t meant to have much. Her denim shorts showed just a hint of butt cleavage, again not intended but produced.

A doctor in his mid 30’s appeared in front of her, also obese. He was six and a half feet tall, but didn’t seem much taller than she was, as she was six feet tall. They were big, but in the time they were living in, they were normal, unphased by each other’s statures. She remained seated as he approached her, him keeping a face of concern and care. He held a clipboard in front of him, a checklist for the conversation he was going to have with her.

It was a conversation he had had many times before. He knew it like the back of his hand, and could recite the questions in his sleep. He may have, he’d have to check with his wife. But he always carried the clipboard, just to make sure he checked each question; he wanted no mistakes, which helped make him one of the more reliable doctors. He felt it also made the women more comfortable around him, knowing it was all part of the practice. This stuff could get touchy and, admittedly, weird, so anything that made it seem more official only helped the process.

“How much do they weigh?” he started.

“Together or each one?”

“Together,” he said.

“Forty pounds,” she said.

He scribbled that down on his pad. That was pretty heavy. Not the heaviest he’d seen, not by a long shot. But he could already tell where this was going.

“Do you produce milk?”

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never measured-”

“How much do you THINK?”

She paused and thought of it.

“M-Maybe a pitcher a day?”

He scribbled that down. He went on to capture some more facts and figures about her, including height, weight, sexual history, etc. He needed as much information as possible to come to the best conclusion and plan. As the probing continued, he could tell she was getting at least mildly uncomfortable.

“We’re almost done, Honey,” he said.

“It’s just…” she muttered. “It’s just, I know where this is going. I’ve read about it online. I really don’t want some creep… you know…”

“Yes yes, we get that all the time,” the doctor assured her. “Know this going in: you are 100% safe. We make sure you’re in constant surveillance, and you’ll be taken care of in every way possible. What you’re doing is amazing, not just for you, but for everyone you’ll be helping along the way.”

“And who WOULD I be helping?”

The doctor found a different set of charts and began flipping through it. He was sifting for availability, and moved his finger down to the first name on the list. It didn’t take him very long to find it.

“You are in the normal range… for us, obviously… so that puts you at Vernon Weston. He’s a young man, only 300 pounds.”

“The poor, tiny thing…” she said.

“Well, you know… some people weren’t born with the right amount of nutrients,” the doctor said. “You and I were given everything we needed. You actually got MORE than you needed, which is why you’re here now. But others, like Vernon here, missed out on his chance to be normal sized.”

They paused on that for a minute while the doctor inputted the data into his computer. She looked down at her feet, or pretended to. She couldn’t see past her prodigious chest, with little milk spots already beginning to show.

“Well doctor,” she said. “I can’t imagine anything smaller than Vernon.”

-

“125,” Kevin said out loud, even though he was by himself. He stepped off the scale. God, he was small. He was the smallest man he knew. Even normal people looked like giants compared to him. One could postulate that it made getting around difficult. In crowds, people tended to not notice him. He didn’t like going to malls, or major shopping centers. Both men and women would keep walking and sometimes truck right through him. And yet he found a way to survive.

He got ready. It was a big morning for him. Today was the day they were going to test his new device, the one he had been working on for a long time. All of his work studying longevity, the effects of cryo technology, biology, all of it were about to pay off.

He had spent the last night tinkering with the cryo freezer. It was his pride and joy, and he made sure everyone knew it. All of the late nights spent calibrating it and testing it and making sure it worked perfectly had made him a bit famous around the office. They had sometimes called him the ‘mad scientist’ among other crazy labels. Whatever. They didn’t know greatness. They only did as they were told and collected a paycheck. Kevin was in it for so much more. He wanted to be remembered as a genius.

He wanted to be seen.

All suited up, he entered the office with an uncharacteristic level of confidence. Everyone else was busy shuffling their papers and doing busywork. Work they would be doing for the rest of their lives.

Chris tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey buddy,” he said. “Irvin wants to see you, in his office. It’s about your project. I think it’s finally happening!”

This was it. His big moment. He nodded, trying to contain the excitement he felt ripping through his body. He didn’t even take his daily stare at Sharon as he passed by. He wanted nothing to taint this moment. He knocked on his boss’s door and, upon hearing the go ahead, opened it and stepped inside.

Irvin was turned around in his chair, fumbling with something behind him. He had a massive oak desk, one Kevin hoped to also have one of these days. Maybe later today? He waited patiently as Irvin did whatever it was he was doing and finally turned back to the excited, young, small man before him.

“Good morning, Kevin.”

“Good morning, sir,” Kevin said, almost salivating at the mouth. He wanted to move past the pleasantries and get to the part about testing his experiment.

“I can see you’re anxious today,” Irvin said with a chuckle.

Kevin nodded.

Irvin tapped some papers on his desk, a hefty stack, as if it was a deck of cards. He cleared his throat. He looked somewhat confused, certainly more than usual. He was an older man, with a military background. He wasn’t the kind of guy that you would see unsure of himself. And yet, here he was, not really sure what to say.

“First of all, Kevin, I have to say. Your work on this device of yours is nothing short of impressive.”

“Thank you,” Kevin said.

“Kevin, I’m afraid I have some bad news,” he said, standing up. He tossed the papers in front of Kevin. “The tester canceled on us.”

“Canceled?” Kevin asked. “That’s okay, we can just find a NEW tester. I’m sure someone would be willing to do it. A homeless man, a convict, a-”

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple,” Irvin continued. “The Board has taken an interest since the cancellation. They now seem to fully understand the project, and have decided that your device is far too dangerous. They don’t think anyone should be testing it out. They think someone could get seriously hurt.”

“No…”

“I’m sorry, Kevin,” Irvin said. “I know how hard you’ve been working on this. We’ve both discussed at length how exciting your project was going to be. I hate to be the one to tell you this news, but that’s my job. You will need to scrap your device by 5pm tomorrow night. Sharon will inform you of your new assignment.”

-

“I don’t care what the doctors say, I don’t want you doing it,” Jack said, putting his fat foot down. He was sitting at the couch of his apartment, eating a snack after dinner. Even with his mouth full, you could tell he meant business.

“Honey, I don’t know what else to do!” Ariel cried. Tears were rolling down her massive breasts and adding water stains on her shirt. “They just keep growing! I have to do something! Maybe this is the only way?”

“It’s NOT the only way!” Jack yelled back. “Get surgery. I guarantee it will work. Cut them out and be done with it.”

“But Jack, it’s hormonal. They’ll just grow back-”

“Not if the doctor knows what the FUCK he’s doing!” Jack growled. “I’m sick of walking around in public with you and watching the stares. You look horrible. You look sick. You’re way too big. When I started dating you, they only weighed 20 pounds a piece, and even THAT was too much. But this is ridiculous! Take care of this problem!”

“Jack, please, I’m-”

“Figure it out.”