Your frustrations around pumping and growth have reached a peak. Your petit breasts have not grown one inch since you started pumping. Its not working and you're sick of it, so, in a haze of lust and rage, you click on a very sketchy, but well placed ad for the SmartCollar™️. It claims to use the same technology as smart watches to, somehow, ensure breast growth and guarantees results in one week, and that its one month program will double chest size. Its incredibly sketchy, but its so cheap and you're so pitifully horny. You cave and pray its not a scam. A few days pass and you keep a close eye on your mail and your bank account. Finally, after a week you find a package waiting on your doorstep. Excitedly, you rush inside with it and nearly tear it open. Inside is what looks like an ornate necklace, instructions to set it up, and several bottles of pills the sheet calls "growth supplements". There's a lot of text and warnings, but you're far too excited to read it all. You connect the device to your phone and it installs an app. You play with the settings for a bit, they're fairly basic. You place the collar around your neck and secure it. It's not too intrusive, and works well as an accessory. Once you have all the settings adjusted to a fairly slow growth rate, you tap the big "begin program" button. Your first impression is a slight buzzing sensation and an audible click, and the sleek material tightens a little around your neck. You tug at the collar, only to realize its locked the clasp and is almost glued to your skin.
Freaking out only a little bit, you start reading the fine print. "Once program has begun, cannot be stopped. Commitment mode is default. Time may vary." And a whole host of other warnings and labels. Suddenly, your phone pings and you see a notification from the app, "take first dose". There's probably two dozen of the supplements and you're reading the drug facts when a suddenly painful shock shoots down your spine. The app pings you again, "commitment mode active. take first dose". Before you can think, you open the nearest bottle and pop two of the tiny pills in your mouth and swallow. Somehow, the awful little machine knows you've completed your task and flashes a bright and happy message on your phone. It also vibrates in a way that makes your knees shake, like it just stimulated the pleasure center of your brain. Excitement and regret battle inside your mind, as the realization that you'll be stuck with this auto-shock system for a full month. You have no idea what the pills are, how the machine knows so much about your body, or why it feels like it's glued to your skin. Sadly, you have no choice but to listen to the program's demands.
After a couple days, your chest feels different. It's not anything visible, but you're more sensitive and tender. Even your softest bras send shivers down your spine, the reward system for taking your supplements and doing daily massages doesn't help either. Even just a couple days in, you find yourself craving the feeling. After a week, you've certainly noticed changes, mostly in your nipples. They've puffed up like you've pumped for too long. And even the slightest shift of fabric against them makes you start to drool a little. The daily massages quickly devolve into long masturbation sessions, just tugging and twirling your nipples is enough to make you orgasm.
A week and a half in, your bras are feeling tighter, your shirts stretch a little more against your slowly growing bust. Thankfully, your nipples aren't as sensitive, and the massage sessions don't devolve into debauchery every time. However, your overwhelming need to play with them is starting to affect your daily life. Sneaking away to massage every few hours. Its also when you realize the reward system works even outside of the demanded tasks. Taking pills and massaging out of required times gives you an even bigger boost, often enough to make your pussy ache and drip down your thighs. Its getting harder and harder to ignore the lust and desire to stay home all day to play with yourself.
By the end of week two, you've hit your goal. Perky, full D cups, and even your areolas have grown. You're also taking the supplements every hour now. The desire to be stimulated is too strong to resist for more than that. You're constantly wet, wearing pads every day, tampons are impossible. The first time you tried putting one in, you collapsed on your bed, body shaking from a series of orgasms that left you a quivering mess on the bed for nearly an hour. Its nearly impossible to focus on work now, every other thought is to take a supplement or to massage yourself. Soon, you begin to worry about the number of supplements remaining, but like magic another shipment appears in your mail the next day.
The next day, heartbreak strikes when the program has decided to punish you for trying to even touch your breasts. You can feel the milk swelling them as the hours pass. The only relief now is the supplements, they are the only thing that can distract you from the pressure building in your chest. You're starting to go through a bottle a day now, desperation doesn't even fully describe it. You can't even go into work without a backpack full of them, not to mention the sudden change in your body has sparked many rumors. You've given up on trying to find new clothes and have mostly just been wearing the same outfits from before the treatment. Your breasts strain against the fabric and every day you find new tears or holes in your clothes. Every man, and several women, at work stares at your chest with unabashed lust. And you can't help but be turned on by their gazes, not even the thick milk pads can hide your nipples when they get hard. Numerous times now you catch coworkers staring and stroking thick bulges in their pants, and this only makes you more of a mess than you were before. You've stopped wearing pants entirely, skirts are the only option for quick access and you need it. Every day, another coworker tries to drag you to the bathroom or secluded closet. You let the first one, but after he started sucking on your nipples and the program dulled the sensation to the point you could barely feel it, you gave up on trying to find relief. Still, knowing that you weren't into it anymore hasn't stopped the advances. Every day at least a hand full of people squeeze past you in the break room or stand behind you as you work, watching your new tits shake and jiggle. More than once now you've felt them press their bulges against you. You want so badly to let them have their way, to fuck you and suck on your swollen breasts, but you know the program will punish you.
At the start of week four, you haven't found any relief and it's starting to drive you insane. But you know it'll end soon, just one more week and you'll be free. Your breasts have jumped from petit and beautiful Bs to F cups in just a month. They're sore and so swollen with milk that they look and feel like water balloons. They sway and shake with such force that you easily lose balance if you're not careful. Not to mention the amount of milk leaking from them has tripled. Milk pads are soaked through in hours. In your desperation, you've taken to pressing against walls, the steering wheel of your car, anything to squeeze even a little bit more milk out, but nothing helps. The supplements keep coming and you're so addicted to taking them you can't go more than half an hour before taking some. Dissolving them in water, sucking on them, anything to get a buzz. You know they're part of the problem, but the feeling is so good your body needs it.
As the final day dawns you wake with the same powerful craving, you roll over and drain the bottle you've been dissolving pills in. You stand up carefully, your body is so full and heavy this morning. It's not until you get to the bathroom that you notice not just your tits have grown, but your hips are wider and your ass is much larger. None of your clothing fits anymore, skirts and pants simply don't fit over your hips and shirts can't contain your new bust. Even your underwear is useless. This last day you've decided to spend the day naked. Curtains open doesn't matter, you're far too horny to care about neighbors seeing you.
As the hours tick away you try to keep in mind that it's the last day, it'll be over soon. And as the last minutes finally approach, you watch your phone, staring at the app as its timer counts down to midnight. As the timer hits zero... nothing happens. The app doesn't change, the necklace doesn't release. When suddenly you feel a buzzing from the necklace and the app shows a loading bar and text that reads "analyzing growth progress". It stays on screen for several minutes as the buzzing becomes pulses and varies in intensity. Finally, the app announces it's done, with a happy fanfare. A sigh of relief is cut off, as a new message flashes on screen "Congratulations! Prepare for progress reward!" The words barely register in your mind as you feel the necklace tighten and ever so slightly squeeze your veins. Panic wells up inside, but is soon overcome with a massive wave of pleasure rolling through your body. Your back arches and your muscles tense as orgasm after orgasm wracks your body. You lose track of time as you spasm with every new climax, your bed is soaked as you quiver and convulse helplessly. Finally, the necklace loosens and the forced orgasms slow. With shaking hands you reach for the phone. The app is displaying a new message now, "Phase One goal reached. Beginning Phase Two."
And then... nothing. You wait for a while for something to happen, but eventually you grow tired and fall asleep. When you wake up the next day, it's late morning and you aren't even sure what woke you up. There's still no changes with the app or collar. And then you hear the doorbell ring twice, rather insistently. You pull on the nearest shirt, it doesn't really cover anything, and you're not wearing any pants, but it's good enough. You open the door and outside is a man, tapping his foot and reaching up again to ring the bell. The door nearly smacks him as it open, he staggers back, but catches himself. You apologize profusely, and he just raises an eyebrow at your state of dress, hands you a large package and a clipboard. You fumble with the box and accidentally press it against your chest. You can feel the box grow wet as milk leaks from your overstimulated nipples. You let out a long, involuntary moan as you feel the pressure release a little. He rolls his eyes, takes the signed form, and walks away.
You catch your breath and go back inside. Pulling the box away you can see that just that little bit of pressure forced out a lot of milk. The side of the box is already soaked and starting to wrinkle. Setting down the box, you take off your shirt and sit on the couch. Your nipples are bright red and swollen. They're easily three or four times the size they used to be, and your areolas are much darker than the day before. Even as you sit there you, milk drips from them at a steady rate. You gently reach your fingers up to them, and just brushing the tips against your leaking nipples makes you moan and shudder. But there's no reaction from the collar. More confidently, you grasp your engorged breasts and squeeze them. Milk sprays out in a wide arch, splattering the coffee table and soaking the box resting on it. Your hands begin to move on their own, they can't even fully wrap around your tits now, but you squeeze them together slide your hands toward your nipples. Emotions well up in your chest, tears come to your eyes as you realize you can finally relieve the pressure. For a long time you sit there milking yourself, moaning and watching as more and more milk soaks the area in front of you. When finally, it seems like you've run out, you stop and wipe the tears of relief from your eyes. The couch is a mess, both from your milk and your aching pussy. The box is soaked on three sides and starting to collapse, the tape isn't even sticky anymore. It's only then do you see the symbol on the box. It's the same one as when the collar arrived. You lean forward and peal the tape off. The cardboard tears easily and the contents spill out. Several bottles of pills, what look like nipple clamps, and a large dildo slide out of the soggy mess. Thankfully, most of it is wrapped in plastic. Pulling things out for a closer look, you can see now that its not nipple clamps, but a full milking machine, large bottles marked was 1 quart accompany it, as well as several sets of nipple cups and lengths of tubing. The dildo is big, red, and has a suction cup on the bottom, you guess it's probably 8-9 inches and very thick.
Wiping off your hands on the already ruined couch, you take the instruction booklet out of the bag and begin to read. It's instructions for the pump, telling you how to set it up and to keep the milk refrigerated until you're ready to ship it off. It does not say where it will be shipped to, only that it will be picked up as soon as possible when you signal through the app. The labels on the pills have been totally washed out, but it's probably fine. Nothing too bad happened when you were taking them every few hours. You think you still have three or four bottles of the "phase one" pills, and quickly decide you'll take both at once.
Setting the other things aside, you grab the dildo and lean back on the couch. It's hard to see past your still very full breasts, but you guide the head to your still soaking wet pussy and slowly slide it in. Even though you're so turned on, the girth is intense and it takes a lot to work it in. Even when it's only half way, you feel so full and you've had several small orgasms. Finally, you work the whole thing in, it fills you so well, there's not an inch of you it doesn't stretch. Slowly sliding it in and out you notice movement out of the corner of your eye. You're frightened for a second until you realize it's the reflection in your tv. Turning your head you watch as your breasts sway back and forth as you speed up your hands. Milk beads on your chest with each thrust, the movement is hypnotic and soon you're lost in the pleasure of the new toy and your new body. It feels like only a few minutes have passed, but when you finally stop to catch your breath you see that two hours have passed. Getting to shaky legs, you grab a bottle of pills and stumble to the kitchen. Grabbing the phase one pills, you pop several in your mouth with the new, but other than a pleasant taste, there's no reaction from the collar. Exhausted from the days events, you lay down after dinner and quickly fall asleep.
If you enjoyed this, please consider buying me a coffee.
Support Double Dipped Achilles On Ko-fi. Ko-fi lets you support the people and causes you love with small donations
