Mary then noticed a white vial, laying just at the edge of the table. Reaching over, she picked it up and looked at it. Unlike any of the other vials, for some reason it was blank. There was no picture, or any notes. Curious, Mary looked at the box and around, just in case the label had fallen off. Not finding on, she uncorked it and brought it to her lips. Then she tipped her hand, and the liquid poured into her mouth, and down her throat.
Nothing happened. Mary waited for a while. She waited and waited and waited, but nothing happened. Feeling discouraged, Mary packed up the vials, threw the empty one away, and went to go for a bath. Filling the bath tub, she undressed, and got in, letting the water rush around her body. laying there, she wondered what that white vial actually did. She pondered that for a while. She lay for a while more, then got out, drying herself off. Deciding not to dress, she walked downstairs nude.
Feeling thirsty, she poured herself a glass of apple juice. Then she sat down on the couch, and began to drink the ice cold juice, feeling the cool relief seep down her throat. Then Mary lay back, enjoying the fan breeze on her young, nubile body. Then something weird started to happen. Her breasts began to feel cold. Mary looked down at her bare, B cup breasts in curiosity. They got colder and colder, stopping at ice cold, and then began to swell, growing from B cups, to K cups. Her nipples darkened slightly, and began to drip a clear, orange liquid. Mary gave an "Eek!" of surprise. She was lactating . . . what? She caught one of the drops fall from her swollen breasts and brought it to her lips. Apple Juice?
Suddenly, recognition dawned on Mary. The vial! The vial, whatever it's name was doing this. Mary gathered the facts. When she had drunk Apple juice, she began to lactate it. So that must mean that when she drank something, her breasts would began to produce it. Mary figured that the vial had altered something with her DNA, causing this to happen. But she didn't care. Like all the other vial read, she assumed that this one was also permanent. Mary reached down and touched her breasts, and felt a rush of pleasure through her naked body. Her sensitivity seemed to have risen. Mary squeezed her nipples and juice trickled out, painting wet, sticky trails down the underside of her breast.
Standing up, Mary immediately felt the difference between her B cups and these K cups. She was able to walk still, and made the short journey from the lounge to the kitchen. Retrieving a cup, she poised it underneath her nipples, and squeezed. Immediately she felt the release, as the immense pressure which had built up began to slowly decrease. She stopped when the glass was a quarter full and tentatively drank it, hoping that it would cause her to swell more. She waited fro a moment, and when nothing happened, she deduced that anything reproduced by her breasts would not reactivate the power. Then she drank from the glass again. It was sweet, sweeter that regular apple juice. But at that moment, she needed to be emptied. She went over to another cabinet and retrieved an empty milk bottle. Then she aimed her left nipples in and squeezed, letting the sweet nectar flow into the bottle. She had to sit down soon, as the pleasure caused her knees to buckle. Soon the bottle was half full, and her left breast was empty. She noticed that after she had milked her left tit, it had shrunk, back to it's usual B cup size.
Removing her breast from the opening, Mary aimed her right nipples in, repeating the process. After a few minute, the pleasure exploded, and Mary orgasmed. Managing not to drop the bottle with the juice, she was thankful that she sat down, but these thoughts were shrouded in clouds of lust, as she cried out, and her pussy leaked fluids all over the floor. Finally, after a few minutes, Mary stopped. The bottle was full of sweet apple juice, and she had had an amazing climax. Then she decided to try another liquid.
Pulling out a carton a milk, Mary pours and gulps it down. The cold feeling immediately returns and her breasts swell once more, G cups once again. Milk drips from her nipples.