Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“No, I’m as single as they come,” she assured him. “And never mind—I was making a cultural reference but it’s not surprising you didn’t get it since you come from a whole different planet and culture.”
“I have tried studying the various Earth cultures—it’s a requirement to move to the Mother Ship in the first place,” he assured her. “And my mate was teaching me before…”
“Before what?” Lexi prompted, because he had suddenly fallen silent.
“Before she died,” Dr. Brandt said shortly. His mouth twisted and he looked away.
“From breast cancer?” Lexi guessed softly.
He shook his head.
“Never mind. It was years ago. I prefer not to discuss it.”
“Okay.” Lexi put up her hands in a “don’t shoot” gesture. “Sorry.”
“That’s quite all right.” He cleared his throat. “Listen, back to business. What must I pay you to undergo the trial and see if you would make a good test sub—er, a good assistant for me?”
“To be your human guinea pig? Hmmm….” Lexi frowned. “At least another five thousand dollars,” she said at last.
“Done!” he said at once, which made her think she should have asked for more. But they had already agreed on a price now.
“All right.” She took a deep breath. “So should I just…?”
“Remove your blouse and your undergarment please,” Dr. Brandt said briskly. “I’ll inject you with the serum first and then hook your breasts to the milking pump.”
Feeling suddenly shy, Lexi slowly began unbuttoning her long-sleeved white blouse. It went well with her black pencil skirt—together they were her best interview outfit. But she had never dreamed she’d be taking her blouse off for this particular interview.
She slipped off her blouse at last, but was reluctant to remove her bra. It was what her friends in high school had called an “over the shoulder boulder holder”—with thick elastic straps that cut into her shoulders. She had often wished she could get breast reduction because of the low back pain and shoulder pain her large breasts caused her, but her insurance—such as it was—wouldn’t pay for anything like that. So she was stuck with extra-extra-large ta-tas that were a pain in the ass because they were so heavy.
“All right—just a little pinch.” Dr. Brandt swabbed her arm with something that smelled sharp and antiseptic and then stuck her with the hypodermic. Lexi watched apprehensively as the melted gold liquid was injected into her arm. It didn’t hurt very much—not any more than a Flu shot—but her whole body felt tingly after he finished.
“Very good—that should start to work almost immediately,” he said when he was finished. “Now if you’d please just remove your undergarment?”
“Oh, er…” Lexi hesitated. This was why she could never be a stripper or a cam girl—she was way too self-conscious.
“Come now,” Dr. Brandt said sternly, frowning at her hesitation. “I must have access to your breasts for this experiment to work.”
“But how long will my breasts keep producing this, uh, pseudo-golden nectar?” Lexi asked, stalling for time. “I don’t want to go around leaking everywhere!”
“I’ll give you another injection to make your breasts cease production after I’ve gathered my data,” he told her. “Now please remove that undergarment you’ve got on.”
“It’s called a bra,” Lexi informed him.
Taking a deep breath, she reached behind herself and started unclasping the large, white bra. No pretty, lacy bras for her. She always had to get the heavy-duty ones that could support the weight of her massive mammaries. They weren’t so much underwear as infrastructure.
“I’m afraid they’re really uh, big and heavy so I’m not exactly perky up there,” she said, feeling the need to apologize for her large, sloping breasts as she finally bared them.
But it wasn’t her breasts that Dr. Brandt was looking at—it was the broad red stripes on her shoulders where the bra’s straps had marked her.
“What’s this?” he exclaimed, running one long finger across her shoulder and making Lexi shiver. “That garment you had encasing your breasts was hurting you!”
“Well, yes,” Lexi admitted. “It can be painful after a while.”
“But then, why do you wear it?” he rumbled, his eyebrows raising high in astonishment. “Why wear a garment that causes you pain?”
“Because I’m too big up top to go around without one!” Lexi said. “I mean, look at me.” She gestured to her extra-large breasts with their wide, dark pink areolas and large nipples. “I can’t exactly prance around braless—I need some support for my ladies.”
“Your ladies?” He frowned. “Is that another name for breasts? Like ‘ta-tas’ and ‘tits’?”
“Yes, exactly.” Lexi nodded. “But I’m just saying, I’m too big to go around without some support. So I need my bra, even though it hurts me.”
A determined look came over Dr. Brandt’s stern but handsome face.
“No you don’t—or you won’t in a minute. Just stay there.” He disappeared into another room at the back of his office and when he came back, he was holding two small boxes in his hands.