In the middle of the room, surrounded by the bluish liquid, was a yound woman. She looked like a freshman, but It was hard to tell, because Erica could only see her head. The rest of her body was obscured by the largest breasts she'd ever seen. Enormous, perfectly round orbs the size of small cars. And from each nipple, a slow, steady trickle of the blue ooze trailed down the curve of the breast before joining the slowly growing puddle.
"Hello?" Erica asked nervously.
The freshman slowly opened her eyes. "Is someone there..." she called out weakly.
"Yes, I'm here."
"Who...are you..."
"My names Erica, I'm looking for people who are uninfected to make a break for it."
"Then...I'm too late..." She raised a shaky arm and rested it on her breasts. "I've been...stuck here...for a while...now." She struggled to breath. Her breasts were placing great strain on her body.
"Well, I'm sorry, but do you know of anyone around that's clean?" She shook her head slowly. "Well, thanks anyway...goodbye."
Erica started to close the door, but her conscience got the best of her. "Um, is there any way I could help you."
The girl was quiet for a moment, then said,"I'm...so full...Could you...help me...get this...stuff...out of me?"
Erica looked the girls over. Her breasts were full of the blue liquid, and trying to get it out, but it was too slow. "I'll look for something." She turned and left to look for a pump or something to help 'milk' the poor girl. She went to the agricultural department, taking a moment to savor the sunlight, then returned with a large hand pump, a Y splitter, and several yards of thick tubing.
"I'm back." The freshman smiled. "I'm going to help, err, milk you, with this."
She attached the extra-large cups over the engorged nipples and started pumping. Immediately, the girl moaned. She was still weak and went limp, all of her energy and focus being stripped away by the pleasure of being milked. As she worked the pump, Erica looked over the girl again. Her entire body was blue, every inch of skin a rich, dark shade of blue. Her hair was black and long, and the rest of her body was slender, even malnourished. Her breasts, on the other hand, weren't just big, but healthy and firm. They were literally sucking the life out of her.
After a good 20 minutes, Ericas arms were spent. She couldn't pump anymore. "I'm sorry, I can't pump this anymore."
The girl focused on her again. "That's okay...I feel...a little better. I think I can...do it now." Her breasts were noticeably smaller. She started to pump, slowly, but enough to slowly reduce her size. "Good luck...Erica."
"Good bye, uh..."
"It's...Rose."
"Goodbye Rose." Erica turned and left, closing the door behind her.
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