..I wasn't surewhat. It felt like he was pulling something apart. My God. An awfultruth started to occur to me. What had happened to me? Was I stillAn...rew? What exactly was Dr Millar examining. Details of my firstmeeting with Dr Millar came rushing back. Don't panic I said to myselfyou don't know anything yet your just feeling a little weird."Good everything seems to be fine." Dr Millar's face came back intoview. "We'll need to take you for a scan just to make sure everything'sin place, but. As usual, it was a strong, salty, bitter, strong-tasting stream of urine, possibly aided by the intake of several strong cups of coffee she always enjoyed on the morning of a ?Slap happy? session.The flow streamed on, and on! For about 45 seconds, Camille urged herself to expel as much of her hot piss down his throat as she could, before, after the final drops had passed, she panted: ?Clean me, bring me off, cunt!?Glad that the revolting stream had finally ceased, he licked around her still. The key change in all of this is when my new breasts started to produce real milk. From the start the quality of it was beyond their dreams and it only got better as the volume increased. The final test came when unknown to me the owner took a small vial of the french cows milk and a vial of my milk and had a taste test. He called all the chefs and staff together. He would place a few drops from one vial on someones tongue and have them taste then he would place a few drops from the other. ”I did.“You know what comes next right?”“Yes”“Tell me”“I need to take your panties off.”“That’s right, you do. This is a big moment for you, isn’t it?”“Yes.”Melissa moved her foot between my legs and gave my balls a tap. “How’s your little guy doing? Is he going to be okay?”My balls were aching and my penis was trying to push the boundaries of the chastity device. The mixture of pain, frustration and excitement was almost too much to bear.“I’ll be okay.” There was no way that I was going to.