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Lactogenesis XVI: Breakthrough
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LACTOGENESIS XVI: THE BREAKTHROUGH
Christine fished her keys out of her purse and began unlocking the
door to her apartment. A muffled, unusual sound in the hallway caused her
to silence the jingling of the keys with her free hand so as to listen
more closely. Whsssh, pfff, whsssh, pfff, whsssh, pfff, it went, just
above the threshold of audibility. Where have I heard that sound before?
she wondered. She made the mental connection at exactly the same time as
a potentially drenching letdown reflex began in her breasts. She had to
slam down mental barriers and simultaneously press one forearm across her
ample chest to keep the flow of milk staunched. The sound she'd heard was
that of a breast pump going at full tilt. As part of her work with making
donations to the milk bank, she had conditioned herself to release milk at
full flow when using her own pump, so she was unprepared for the aural
cues provied by this second one. I need to brush up on my control
techniques a little more, she thought. She strained to hear, trying to
locate the source of the sound. Of course. It was coming from Sherri's
apartment.
Chris entered her apartment, went into her bedroom, and removed her
blouse and bra. Sure enough, the cups were damp. She walked into the
bathroom to rinse out the bra and to express some milk in order to relieve
some of the pressure. I am *not* going to come, she said firmly to
herself as the manipulations of her fingers along her rigid nipples
threatened to send her into orbit as they did so often. I have more
control than that; besides, I don't want to rinse out panties as well.
Rivulets of milk joined into a single stream in the sink and disappeared
down the drain as she worked. I need to think about something else, Chris
said to herself, as she felt her level of arousal rising unbidden. I
wonder how Sherri is doing with her "project". I haven't seen her for
several days, and the last time I did she was complaining of sore nipples.
At least that means she's keeping up with it. It's been a few weeks,
should be any day now...
Chris was just blotting a last few drops from herself when the phone
rang. "Hi, hon, it's Sherri," the voice on the other end said. "Hate to
bother you, but could you come over for a minute? I need your expertise
on something."
"Right now?"
"If you could. It's kind of an emergency."
I'll bet she's having trouble with the pump, Chris thought. Those
things can be kind of persnickety. She threw her blouse back on and made
for the door. No time to hunt for a clean bra.
Sherri met her at her door clad in a terrycloth bathrobe that had
been hurriedly donned and was hanging open. She was naked underneath.
Chris caught a glimpse of red pubic hair, matted down with moisture. The
robe hung well out from her torso, pushed away from it by a pair of
massive, pendulous breasts. They were mostly covered, but Chris could
still make out a network of bright blue veins showing through the skin.
Sherri was not smiling.
As Chris walked into Sherri's apartment, she said, "Is it my
imagination, or are you gigantic? Has something happened since I've seen
you last?"
At that, Sherri did smile. "I'm up to an F cup now. Do you know how
hard it is to find pretty underwear in that size?"
"Do I take you to mean that things are...progressing?"
A twinkle appeared in Sherri's eyes. "Let's talk about that later.
For now, I've got a problem I'd like you to look at."
"You said it was an emergency. Are you all right?"
"That's what I need you to tell me." At that, Sherri pushed the robe
off her shoulders. Her breasts swung gently as the material fell away
from them. Each was at least a double handful, with plenty left over.
They were close to resting in Sherri's lap. The faint beginnings of
stretch marks were visible at their upper boundaries. Her areolae had
darkened almost to a chocolate brown, and were nearly three inches in
diameter. The nipples were just a raised area at the center of each
areola. Tiny blood vessels crisscrossed along the undersides of each
breast like spider webs. There was a lot to see here, but Chris's
attention was focused on the lower quadrant of Sherri's right breast,
which was flushed a deep, angry pink.
"Ooh, honey, that looks tender," Chris said sympathetically. She ran
her fingertips over the area and noticed that it was downright hot. She
palpated it gently, which brought a hiss of discomfort from Sherri. Chris
knew right away what was wrong. She looked up at Sherri, and a broad grin
formed on her face.
"Why you little so-and-so," Chris chided. "You've been holding out
on me! You have a plugged duct, my dear, which can only mean one thing."
Sherri was nodding furiously. She and Chris suddenly squealed in
delight and hugged each other, laughing. "How long since you started?"
Chris said when they broke their embrace.
"Only about three days ago. I didn't want to let you know until I
was sure. I pumped these babies day in and day out for weeks, got cracked
nipples, broke the pump once. I was this close to giving up when all of a
sudden the milk came in like gangbusters. Woke up in the middle of the
night Thursday night practically swimming in my own bed!"
"Are you sorry you did it?"
"Hell, no! Chris, I'm feeling so sexually charged up from this that
I can come from just walking in a pair of corduroy pants! I feel like the
Earth Mother herself. I mean, *look* at these things now. They're bigger
than my ex-husband's head! What a rush!
"Right now, though, I'm feeling pretty miserable. I just took some
Tylenols, but they haven't kicked in yet. I'm as engorged as hell, so
much so that the pump cups can't get a good grip on me." She looked
concerned. "Are you sure I don't have an infection or anything?"
"No, you've just got a little back-up there. Nothing an ice pack, a
little gentle massage, and a friend can't fix." Chris gently pushed
Sherri back to a reclining position on the couch. "I've been waiting to
do this for a long time," she whispered as she bent her head to Sherri's
ear. "Ever since you first nursed from me..."
<<to be continued>>
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