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Lactogenesis XIX: The Examination part 1 (ff)
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LACTOGENESIS XIX: THE EXAMINATION, PART ONE
To Chris's relief, the owner of those high heels turned out to be
Sheila. She appeared from a side corridor, dressed as always in a white
lab coat and carrying her clipboard. She was smiling broadly as she
unlocked the door, admitted Chris, and locked it again behind her.
"Sorry to leave you standing out there in the dark, but I wasn't sure
exactly when you'd be arriving," Sheila said. "Fortunately the MRI lab is
within earshot of the door, or we might have missed each other."
"I was beginning to wonder," Chris admitted. "Now, from your phone
call it sounded like this was the last thing you needed me for. Is that
right?"
"Should be, barring any complications with the scan. You did
remember not to express any milk before coming here, didn't you?"
"I'm as full as I allow myself to get without becoming too
uncomfortable," Chris replied. "I hope it won't be long before I can
relieve myself, though."
"Well, how long it's going to take will be largely up to you," Sheila
said cryptically. Chris was going to ask her what she meant, but by then
they'd arrived at the lab. Sheila used a key to unlock the door, stepped
in, and turned on the lights. Chris had never seen so much high-tech
gadgetry assembled in one place before. The setting was stark hospital
white. The MRI unit was a large, hollow cylinder with a motorized
platform extending out from it. It looked a little cramped in there. To
one side, behind glass, was the control panel. Sheila motioned to a
multi-paneled screen cordoning off one corner of the room.
"We need to get started right away. I had to do a lot of finagling
to get just a little time on this unit, so we need to get in and out fast.
If you would, go behind that screen and take off all your clothes. We're
going to do a whole-body scan first, so everything has to come off. Even
panties," she added parenthetically.
I wonder why? Chris thought as she began doing as she was told.
Doesn't this kind of machine see through clothing? She thought Sheila's
request was a little strange, but she just shrugged and quickly stripped
naked. "There's no robe in here," she called out.
"You won't need one. Just hop out here and onto the platform."
Chris walked across the room in her glorious birthday suit and lay
down on the platform. It and the room were cold; Chris's nipples were
painfully erect as a result, and gooseflesh stood out all over her body.
"Why do you doctors always keep your workplaces so damned cold?" Chris
complained.
Sheila did not respond. Instead she took hold of one of Chris's
ankles and fastened a restraint around it. "Hey!" Chris shouted. "What
are you doing?"
"The procedure requires that you be absolutely still. We've found
that most patients can't lie still enough on their own. These'll make it
easier." Chris accepted that, and allowed Sheila to fasten straps across
both ankles and wrists, and one across her forehead, anchoring her upper
body to the platform.
"Comfortable?"
"As comfortable as possible under the circumstances, I guess."
"Good. I think we're ready to begin." Chris expected Sheila to
disappear behind the panel and press the buttons that would move the
platform into the MRI unit. Instead, she put down her clipboard and
stepped closer to Chris. She noticed the gooseflesh on Chris's skin and
placed a warm hand on her stomach.
"You poor thing. You really are cold. Let's get you warmed up."
She began unbuttoning her lab coat. By the time she reached the third
button, it became obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath. Chris
was astonished. "Wait. Wait a minute. Sheila, what's going on?"
"Oh, I think you know. You think that all the time we've spent
together was just to further my research, don't you? Do you honestly
believe I could just stand there and watch you squirting and gushing at
session after session and not be affected? I've seen how you look at me
while you were doing that. You were trying to get a rise out of me.
You've been teasing me. I think you've known that I've wanted you ever
since I first tasted your milk from my desktop, and you've been trying to
get me to show it. Well, you were right, and now is the time." Her lab
coat hit the floor, revealing a taut, athletic build. Sheila's breasts
were quite small, barely enough to require a bra. The areolae were almost
nonexistent, but from their centers protruded tan-pink nipples as big
around as an index finger and at least an inch long. The cold obviously
wasn't the only thing contributing to their size. Further down, past a
belly lean enough for the underlying muscles to be visible, Sheila's hips
flared wide, making for fleshy buttocks behind and a large, coal-black
bush in front. Chris could see that her pussy lips were already swollen,
and pearls of moisture were just visible at their edges.
Chris realized how helpless she'd allowed herself to become, and felt
panic begin to well up inside. She had wanted to do something about the
electricity that had built up between her and Sheila, and now she was
getting her wish, but not as she had envisioned. She began to struggle
against the restraints, but was held fast.
"Sheila. You don't need to do this. Ever since I noticed your
desire for me, I've wanted something to happen. We can be together. Just
let me up from here."
"No, you've teased me for so long I thought I should have a chance to
do some teasing myself." She bent down and kissed Chris lightly on the
lips. Her tone became very gentle. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you.
Relax. I guarantee you'll enjoy this."
"Won't somebody hear?"
"Why do you think I had you come down this time of night?
Everybody's gone, don't worry. Just give yourself to me this one time.
Believe me, I only want to give you as much pleasure as you've given me."
Sheila began lightly caressing Chris's body. Her touch was so
gentle, her desire to please so genuine that Chris's panic soon began to
drain away. She had never experimented with being tied up before, but she
had been curious. Here's your chance to find out what it's like, she
thought. She relaxed against the straps holding her. Boy, I guess I
overdid it with her, Chris said to herself. Pushed a little too hard.
It's always the quiet ones who surprise you. Well, I guess you reap what
you sow. Here we go...
"Do it, Sheila. Take me," Chris whispered, with as much lust in her
voice as she could muster being tied down to a medical examining table.
As she expected, Sheila went straight to her breasts first. One
could hardly blame her; how could anyone resist their perfect, uplifted
shape and the ruby color and hardness of their crowning glories? Sheila
used both hands to encircle Chris's right breast. She bent low, staring
in anticipation at the nipple. When no milk was immediately forthcoming,
she attached her mouth to the nipple like a barnacle on a ship and began
sucking wildly.
"Ow, sweetie, gently, gently," Chris said. Sheila was sucking so
hard that she was causing pain. The fullness in her breasts began to give
way to that familiar tingling as the stimulus began to work its magic.
Chris somehow wanted to punish Sheila for the way she was being treated,
so she began thinking of deserts, cracked soil, dust...anything to keep
the milk from flowing. It was difficult; she had never had to hold back
against this extreme amount of stimulation. Sheila began squeezing
Chris's breast as if it were the udder of a cow. Chris gritted her teeth
against the overwhelming urge to drown Sheila, but not a drop emerged from
her nipples. A few seconds later, Sheila let go and stood up, frowning.
"You said you were full," she pouted.
"You of all people should know that I have to be completely relaxed
to have a good letdown," Chris lied. "I'm not very relaxed right now."
Sheila smiled. "I know just the thing," she said huskily. Sheila
moved down between Chris's legs and firmly pried her knees apart. The
ankle restraints caused Chris to bow her legs somewhat unnaturally, but
her discomfort dissipated when Sheila's full lips began caressing Chris's
pussy lips. Her sharp tongue extended further, further...Chris's eyes
went wide. This girl could push her glasses up her nose with that thing
if she wanted to! The tip gently parted Chris's labia and hungrily probed
the entrance to Chris's womb. Slowly it began disappearing inside. In
spite of herself, Chris began moving under the onslaught of this twisting
serpent. She felt herself being filled up as if by a cock with the
ability to continually change its shape. It was a unique sensation, one
fully capable of making Chris forget where she was and how she was
currently configured. Sheila's tongue was fully extended up inside her
now, and her nose was tickling Chris's clit as she struggled to breathe
through it. Chris's breathing began to quicken, as did her approach to
orgasm. She barely had time to cry out a warning before her swollen
G-spot cut loose a downpour of juice, propelled by her spasming vagina.
The force of the contractions pushed Sheila's tongue out, and the flood
immediately following it struck her full in the throat. Rather than
gagging, though, Sheila's throat opened and she swallowed the bulk of
Chris's pubic tidal wave like college students chug beer.
Sheila wasn't about to let Chris come down right away. Her fingers
went to Chris's clit, where she began expertly massaging it. Chris's
moans, which were just beginning to diminish, immediately returned to
their previous volume. Not more than ten seconds later, Chris climaxed a
second time. The accompanying gush was less voluminous this time, but was
still sufficient to splash across Sheila's chest, flow down her breasts,
and drip from her turgid nipples.
<<to be continued>>
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