Bon Appe’tit Ch.4

I was daydreaming. I was sitting in a comfortable leather seat in a private jet on my way to France. Marcel was here along with my assistant and two security guys. Marcel had business to attend to here in his home country and had suggested that I come along for a little vacation. I happily agreed since I had not had a break from the restaurant in a long time. I was of course still lactating and had my breasts drained almost every night for use in the food prep. Luckily we had found Marie and she was able to substitute for me. Her breasts produced milk too and though it wasn’t up to the level of mine it was very good and she would perform very well in the dining room.

I had visited the clinic recently and I was thinking about that visit. I was sitting in the directors office and he was going over some recent test results. He wanted to show me some MRI images. The first one was obviously a woman’s breast. He said that it was from a normally lactating woman who had applied for the program. The internal workings of her breast had been colored to make them easier to see. The director pointed out the different parts. The lobules where the milk was produced. He asked me to count them. I guessed 12 and he said I was correct. He also had me notice the size of the ducts leading to the nipple.

He then showed me a different breast. It was larger. He said this was Marie’s breast. She had been in recently for a check up. He asked me to count the lobules in this one. It was obvious this one had a lot more. It was difficult to see them all. I guessed 35. He said it was actually more like 40. The milk ducts were about twice the thickness too. This was how Marie was able to produce a high volume of milk. The genetic engineering had altered her breasts.

He showed me another image. It was a very large breast. It looked heavy and swollen. I couldn’t believe how dense it was. He asked me to count the lobules in this one. They were so many and they were packed so tightly it was impossible. He chuckled and said that even they had problems counting them. They estimated there were at least 100. The milk ducts were huge as well. This breast was made for one thing. To produce a enormous volume of milk. He asked me if I knew who’s this was and of course I did. It was mine.

We had talked before about how I could get pregnant. He said that if I let my milk dry up I probably would start ovulating. He said he had some bad news. It looked like my breast were not capable of drying up. Even if I stopped extracting milk from them eventually they would just start leaking on their own. They would drain themselves and the cycle would continue. This really disappointed me because I had been thinking about a baby. He did have some good news for me. He said they had developed a new drug that might possibly allow me to produce an egg. It was very experimental. I would have to have a series of shots over a week and then tests would be run later to see if I ovulated. He said I would be able to tell by some changes to my body. I would basically go into a kind of heat. My labia would swell and become engorged. I would also produce a slick fluid. If that happened there was a very good chance I was ovulating.

I had of course agreed to take the drug. I had my last shot the day before we left for France. As I looked out the window of the jet which was making it’s final approach I wondered if this might actually work. We landed and taxied to a private hanger. A limo took us to a 5 star hotel in the heart of Paris. It was mid morning of a beautiful spring day. There was of course no waiting to check in. We went right to a private elevator and the hotel’s security chief escorted us to the penthouse suite. Marcel said he had some business to handle this afternoon and suggested I go shopping. My assistant and I could take one of the security guys with us and go to the fashion district. She would take care of everything she said.

I changed into a flowery sundress. It fit me really well and even though it showed a generous amount of cleavage I thought I looked great. The limo dropped us off in the heart of the Paris fashion district. I visited all of the top designer’s shops. I didn’t go overboard but picked out a few pretty things and some sexy ones too. It was mid afternoon now and I suggested we stop at a cafe for some tea and sandwiches. My assistant agreed but wanted me to look in one last shop. It was an accessory boutique. I saw some scarves in there and went in. We left the security guy outside to look around for a cafe. As he waited on the sidewalk I made a purchase. I thanked the clerk and went back outside. I saw a little cafe across the street and turned to suggest to my assistant and the security guy that we go there. I looked around and noticed that the security guy was gone. That was odd and I also noticed my assistant wasn’t there too. I looked back toward the shop and saw her standing inside looking out the glass door. I looked at her confused and saw he mouth the words “I’m sorry”. Just then I heard tires screeching and a large black sedan came to a stop in the street.

The windows were darkly tinted so you couldn’t see in them. The back doors flew open and two large men in suits got out and walked right up to me. They each grabbed one of my arms and quickly dragged me into the backseat of the powerful sedan. The doors slammed shut and the sedan took off through the streets of Paris. I was sitting between them in the backseat. As one held me the other took my hands behind my back and used a zip tie to bind my wrists.