Tracey is Cowed

Tracey looked anxiously at the job offers in the newspaper.  The letter demanding final payment lay beside her.  They were going to send round 'the boys' if she didn't pay up.

How had she been so stupid!  The offer to consolidate all her small debts into one big one had seemed so good.  Just one percent interest.  If only she had read the small print.  Unfortunately reading the small print in contracts was not one of Tracey's strong points.  It had been one percent a day and now the debt had grown into thousands and she had to pay back five hundred by next week and they were sending the boys round.

At least they'd be sending round boys.  It was a wonder they didn't have men doing that job.

What was she going to do!  She'd never get five hundred in time.  A sudden thought occurred to her.  What if she got her tits out for the boys.  She had heard that boys like girls with big tits and Tracey was certainly well provided in this area.  Although the blonde and sexy Tracey was only five foot two in height, she was blessed with voluptuous curves, a bottom verging on the slightly too expansive and a pair of titties that were large, round and stood out with no visible means of support.  They were topped by two delightful large pink nipples and wide dark areolas a peek at which was surely worth five hundred pounds of anybody's money.

There was a loud knock on the door.  She peeked out the window.  Two big guys were standing there.  They looked ugly.  She was going to have to do it.  Yes she would get her tits out for them.

****

Tracey was back looking at the paper, her face bright red.  She had taken the plunge, got her tits out and opened the door.  Well at least the Jehovah's Witnesses wouldn't be bothering her again!  But it hadn't solved her main problem.  She looked back at the ads in the paper and there it was the answer to her prayers.

A.N.U.S
Girls!  Do you have large firm breasts?  The Alternative NUtrition Service seeks girl volunteers.  Must be under thirty and have at least DD sized breasts.  Five hundred pounds paid to willing volunteers (subject to terms and conditions).

Five hundred pounds!  The exact sum that Tracey needed.  She just knew that her titties would be her salvation.  She picked up her phone and keyed in the number.

****

Sebastian Chambers looked at the girl standing in front of him and smiled.  She was just right.  A big titted, know-all who needed the money.  She would do nicely.

"Well Miss..." He looked down at his notes.

"Smith, but you can call me Tracey..."

"Well, Tracey, I think you are just the sort of volunteer we are looking for..."

Tracey breathed a sigh of relief, the five hundred pounds was nearly hers.  There was just one thing.

"Thank you, Dr Chambers," she said, "but..."

"But what, Tracey?"

"You don't use animals here do you?  I don't like the idea of using animals!"

"Absolutely, Tracey, you can rest assured that the work we do here is aimed at finding alternatives to the use of animals to provide nutritional supply," Tracey should have perhaps noticed the slight flicker of amusement pass over his face at these words, she might then have been warned, but she was thinking only of the five hundred pounds and the chance was missed.

"Of course," Chambers went on, "you will need a thorough medical vetting before you can take part in the programme."

"Oh," said Tracey, she had been so obsessed with the money that she hadn't given any thought to anything else, "what does that involve?"

"Nothing to worry about, nothing at all, if you would just like to go into the examination room there and take all your clothes off, we'll be through to see to you in a minute."

"All my clothes!" Tracey gasped, "do I have to?"

Chambers frowned, "I hope you haven't been wasting my time Tracey, there are plenty of other girls only too keen to take part, only to keen to earn five hundred pounds."

"Of course," stammered Tracey, taken aback by the thought that she might have blown the money, "of course Sir, I'll go and take my clothes off straight away Sir."

"You do that, Tracey, you do that," and Chambers smiled again, "and remember - ALL your clothes Tracey."

"Yes Sir, straight away Sir," and Tracey ran through the door marked 'Examination Room'.

******

Tracey stood on a little pedestal in the middle of the examination room blushing furiously, the blush spreading all the way from her face down to her chest and covering her impressive bosoms.  The full extent of her blush was visible to all.  Tracey was stark naked.

In front of her on the wall there were three pictures of the naked Tracey projected: one from the front, one from the side and one from the rear.  At the bottom of the screen it said:

Tracey Smith
22 yrs
155 cms
60 kg

The young girl who had just taken the pictures put down the camera and picked up a tape measure.

"Right Lucy," said Chambers, seated at his computer, "bust measurement first."

Lucy put the tape measure round Tracey's bust and called out the result.

"Forty-four inches," she said with disdain.  

Tracey stuck her chest out even further.  Forty-four inches!  That was something to be proud of!  Lucy looked back at her and scowled.  She has hardly any bust to speak of and had a strong dislike of big chested girls, especially those that were proud of their oversized titties.

"Hips."

Lucy put the measure round Tracey's bottom.

"Forty-four inches!"

"It can't be," Tracey expostulated trying to tighten her bottom muscles and pull her bottom in, "pull tighter!  My bottom isn't that big."

"Yes it is," said Lucy showing an interest in Tracey's bottom that seemed to go beyond the professional..

"Nipples?" Said Chambers.

Lucy put down the tape measure and took out a pair of metal calipers.  She applied them to Tracey's right nipple, tickling it first to make it stand out.  The calipers gripped poor Tracey's big firm nipple.

"Ow!  That hurt!"

"Nonsense," said Lucy, "it's just a little pinch," and she gripped Tracey's nipple with the calipers even harder.

"One point five centimetres diameter."

Lucy occupied herself with Tracey's other nipple.  Tracey could only grit her teeth.  She was sure Lucy didn't have to nip it quite so hard.

"Same size," pronounced Lucy.

"Excellent!" Chambers seemed pleased, 

"Areola?"

"Four centimetres!  And the left the same."

"Excellent!  Excellent!  That concludes the examination."

"What about the probe?" Lucy scowled looking cross.

"I think we can skip that Lucy."

"But I want to.  I want to," and Lucy stamped her foot.

"Oh, very well," Chambers had to humour the girl, "Bend over Tracey."

"What!"

"We just need to probe your vagina and measure the response in your breasts.  Don't look so worried Tracey.  It is just a scientific experiment!  Lucy has been thoroughly trained to perform the measurement.  Now bend over."

A scientific experiment!  Of course - that was all right - and Tracey had been worried that she was getting into something funny.  She bent forwards and touched her toes.  She felt something cold and metallic press against her vaginal opening as Lucy stood behind her and probed between her intimate lips.  Then she gasped as the probe entered.

"Five inches," pronounced Lucy pushing hard.

Chambers frowned slightly, he had been hoping for something a bit bigger, never mind though.

"Switch it on Lucy, please."

"Ooooooooh!" Tracey let out an involuntary gasp.  The probe had started vibrating inside her vagina.  She noticed Lucy was holding both her nipples in her hands.

"Excellent nipple response," pronounced Lucy with evident pleasure.

Chambers was pleased.  Tracey was the perfect specimen!  Large firm breasts, big responsive nipples, expansive bottom!  Preliminary tests had indicated that was the perfect combination.

"Tracey!" He pronounced, "you are selected!  Sign here please," he held out a piece of paper and handed Tracey a pen.

"What's this?" asked Tracey, looking at the pages of small print.

"Just your contract.  Terms and conditions you know.  A mere formality.  We can't give you your five hundred pounds without a contract you know!"

"But what do I have to do?"

"Ah well," Chambers looked thoughtful for a few seconds, "you see Tracey," he said, "so many people nowadays are intolerant of cow's milk.  They come out in a rash if they as much as drink a drop.  This project is to supply the market with an alternative."

"Oh," said Tracey, "and it doesn't involve doing anything nasty to animals."

"Tracey darling," said Chambers, "if there is one thing that is absolutely certain about this project, it is that no animals are involved."

"Oh good," said Tracey, glad she had cleared that up, "where do I sign?"

"Just at the bottom here."

Tracey took the pen and wrote 'Tracey Smith' in her big neat round handwriting at the bottom of the page.  Perhaps she should have read the contract first.  But Tracey wasn't good at reading the small print.  She still hadn't realised!  

"Good, good," said Chambers, taking a large syringe with a long sharp needle out of his drawer, "now just bend over my desk Tracey."

"What's that for," gasped Tracey, eying the needle with horror.

"This is for injecting into your bottom, Tracey.  It's in your contract.  Paragraph 87, section 2 (b), note (iii)."

"Oh!" Tracey was beginning to wish she had bothered to read the contract.

"If you want the five hundred pounds, do as you're told girl."

Tracey did want the five hundred pounds.  She bent over the desk.  For once in her life she was pleased she had a well padded bottom. It looked a particularly big syringe and a very long needle!

****

Tracey sat still naked in her small room waiting for Chambers to come back.  Why hadn't she read her contract!  It wasn't just one needle in the bum, it was a needle in her bum every four hours and she now had a very sore bum indeed.

And something very strange was happening to her titties.  They felt somehow hot and swollen.  She looked down.  Oh no!  Fluid was starting to ooze out of her nipples.  How embarrassing.  She tried to hide it when Chambers came in, but it was no good.  

"Excellent Tracey," he said, as the milky fluid dribbled out, "it's time to go down to the milking parlour."

"The milking parlour!  But you promised me no animals were involved!" Still she hadn't realised.

The nervous naked Tracey was led down a long cold corridor.  The white coated Lucy following with an evil looking smirk on her face.

The rhythmical swishing noise of machinery grew louder and louder as they approached the end of the corridor.  Tracey was getting more and more worried.  It was just like the noise the milking machines made on the farm she had visited when she was at school.  They had lied to her!  They were using animals!  Still she hadn't realised.

Chambers opened the door and the noise of the machinery got suddenly louder.

"In you go girl," he said.

Tracey entered the room and looked round.  Her mouth dropped open.  Now, at last, she understood.

Along each side of the milking parlour twenty-three naked girls knelt on all fours, their heads held fast in a pillory like contraption to hold them still.  Their bottoms faced the central aisle of the room and each had an electric probe inserted in her vagina.  Tracey looked up and down the row of girls.  To each pair of swollen breasts was attached a vacuum pump and the swishing machine was pumping their milk into a large container at the end of the room.

"Production is slowing down a bit," said Lucy, looking at a dial, "shall give them a bit of encouragement Mr Chambers?"

"Well..."

"Please, please..."

"If you must."

The dark haired girl pressed a red button, and jumped up and down with excitement as twenty-three vaginal probes started buzzing.  The machine grew suddenly louder and the milk squirted into the container at a much increased rate.

"See, I told you."

"I'm not sure they can keep it up.  Better up the nutritional intake," said Chambers, reading a chart.

Lucy pressed another button, there was a loud rumbling noise, and a spouts over the feeding trough in front of each girl disgorged a mess of sticky porridge.  As one, the ravenous girls stuck their faces in it and started eating hungrily.

Chambers smiled.  The demand for human milk was so high, he could get almost any price for it, and girls were so gullible.  Especially the ones with the biggest titties.

"Get on with your work then Lucy, you know what to do," Chambers was still looking at the chart.

Lucy opened a box, took out a big power operated syringe, selected the biggest needle and with an evil grin on her face started working her way down the room injecting each bottom in turn.


Tracey looked up and down the room.  Over each girl there was a large information sheet headed by their name.  Over the empty stall next to her was the name 'Tracey'. 

"Come on Tracey," said Chambers, "this is your place I believe."

"But I can't," gasped Tracey.

"The contract Tracey, the contract," said Chambers flicking s piece of paper in his hand, "and besides your breasts are getting very uncomfortable, aren't they.  And believe me, that's a powerful injection, if you don't get milked soon, you'll be begging me to help you."

Lucy had finished her round and held up her big syringe.

"Proud of your big titties are you," she sneered, "well this will make them even bigger," and she plunged the needle into Tracey's bottom.

Tracey could feel her breasts getting more and more swollen and now she realised, now she understood.  There was nothing for it.  She knelt down and put her head in the pillory, her expansive bare behind facing into the aisle.  She was trapped!

Lucy, with that big smirk all over har face again, attached the suction cups to her breasts and the pump started up.

"Give her a bit of a boost, Love," Chambers was looking at some figures on a dial.  Tracey felt the probe inserted into her vagina and as it started to vibrate her breasts swelled up even more.

"Good, good," said Chambers, "Give her a doubl shot we've got that Waitco supermarket order to get finished.  Tracey saw the glint of the syringe and felt the sharp needle in her bottom.  Out of the corner of her eye she saw Lucy press a button and the feeding trough in front of her filled up with glutinous porridge.  She suddenly felt very hungry.  Sticking her face in it she started to lap it up.

Chambers smiled.  It looked like she was going to be one of his best milkers.
