You did it. You just "swallowed" (boob vored? mammo-vored?) a woman into your right breast. It took you nearly ten minutes, but now your right breast is enormous. From the feel, Gia's already been digested or something. There are no unpleasant angles, only a vague sloshing.

Now you're new boss (master?) is drilling you with questions. Marilyn is furiously scribbling.

"How long have you been doing mammo-vore?" she asks.

"Actually, this was my first shot," you sheepishly reply. Your breast is starting to feel awfully tight.

"And how did you do this?" Marilyn digs.

"I kinda pulled open my nipple, shoved her in, and then I found out that I could get her in faster if I flexed my chest muscles."

"Can you show me?" Marilyn grabs the nearest test subject--Lili, the girl Gia-as-a-car had snagged with you and the only one you knew before today--and pulls her down to a crouching position as well.

"I guess I've still got room in my left boob," you say, trying to figure out if you have the capacity.

"Good. You, 54869"--how does she remember those?--"get in there." Marilyn pushes Lili at your chest.

"This is weird, isn't it, Lil?" you say as you start massaging your left breast to loosen it up.

"Yeah, tell me about it. Who'd a thought this morning I'd end up in your tit?" Lili asked.

"And who'd think that we'd be eaten by a car and end up test subjects here at Vore High?" you chuckle as you manage to get your fingers in your nipple. It feels like loosening out a tight muscle--satisfying, but not especially good.

"Okay Lil, I'm ready. If you just stick your fingers in, I'll be able to do the rest." Lili nods, gives you a friendly peck on the lips, and works her fingers in. You start flexing your pectoral muscles and some her forearms are pulled in. She giggles.

"Wow, I can feel my arms dissolving, but it's still pulling me in," Lili says, stopping Marilyn in mid-question.

"I feel like I'm being filled up. It's like I'm being stretched out, but it's good--feels like it needs to be done," you murmur as you continue to pull in your friend. Within a minute, you've got all of her arms in.

"Well, see you when I reform," Lili says with a smile. You smile back and gently push her head in. After a few moments her body goes limp, so you have to angle yourself under it. You don't have much leverage, so gravity has to work in your favor either to pull you down or your victim into you.

Marilyn keeps writing notes as more and more of Lili enters you. Her breasts--while several sizes smaller than yours--are a brief hindrance, but your soon working down her torso as your breast keeps getting bigger and bigger. Your right breast is getting tighter, almost uncomfortable.

You're at Lili's waist when you realize that gravity isn't helping any more.

"Can I get a little help?" You explain your predicament and two of the girls take a hold of Lili's legs. Them hold them vertical--as though she were doing a handstand in you--and push down. You're almost stretched to your limit by her hips, but eventually they go in. The legs move very quickly after that. The feet are nothing and about seven minutes after you started, Lili is gone. You breast gurgles for a few seconds, then settles in a massive semi-spherical, soft state. Each of your breasts is nearly the size of bean bag chairs. You have no idea if you can stand up.

Marilyn gazes at your incredible breasts for a while.

"54--I mean, Anna, you are hereby upgraded. You are still a research subject, but instead of being a guinea pig like these women, you are now officially an item of interest. Or at least your breasts are," Marilyn says.

"My God," Marilyn breathes after a moment. "A real life mammo-vore. There were stories--but we all thought it was a myth, something impossible. And it's here in my lab. My God, my God--holy shit! I'm going to be rich! This is bigger than the coelocanth! We're going to be famous! And it's all thanks to your incredible breasts!"

All of you look oddly at Marilyn's fit of science geekery. She snaps out of it when she notices a drop of liquid bud out of your right nipple. She reaches down, collects it on her finger, and tastes it.

"Milk," she says and writes it down. "You're breasts are transforming the consumed subjects into milk. Hmmm. They haven't reformed yet, so simply being transformed into milk doesn't disperse the consciousness. We'll have to work with that."

"Uh...Marilyn, ma'am," you say, starting to squirm, "please, my tits are getting really tight. I think...I think I need to be milked."

"And my research into dairy products! Fantastic!"

"Uh..ma'am?"you ask again.

"Oh? Oh! Yes, yes! We'll get you milked right away, as soon as we have the appropriate storage containers so we can analyze the milk."

Your right nipple once again has a bud of milk condensing on it as Marilyn starts to walk away. Disappointingly, she stops, about faces, and walks back to you.

"Or maybe we should test your capacity. We do have about a dozen more test subjects we could try to cram into your chest. Hmmm. I guess it'll be..."