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Lactogenesis XXXI - the Video Store
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LACTOGENESIS XXXI: THE VIDEO STORE
Christine finished her mental mini-review of the events that had
led up to her being able to purchase the shiny new car beside which she
was standing. Her mind back on the present, she turned and entered the
video store. She was immediately aware of the stare the pimply faced teen
behind the counter fixed upon her as soon as she cleared the doorway.
After all, she was not dressed appropriately for the time of year, and the
material of her cropped T-shirt was revealing as much as it concealed.
She felt the erection of her nipples intensify, until even the bumps of
the Montgomery's glands that peppered her areolae were visible through the
fabric.
It must be the warm weather, she thought. It's giving me a
premature case of spring fever. I can't remember the last time I got so
horny over a kid half my age staring at me. Chris felt her breasts
rapidly filling and knew that she would have to make her selection quickly
and rush home, or else she would be forced to use her mental control to
shut down her milk production so as to avoid discomfort, something she
didn't like to do unless absolutely necessary. She decided to pick out
something particularly steamy to help get her through the upcoming milking
session, so she walked to the appropriate section of the store and began
looking at the selections. "9-1/2 Weeks"? Seen it. "Two Moon Junction"?
Nope. "Red Shoe Diaries"? Been on cable already. "Like Water for
Chocolate"? Damn, it's out. There just doesn't seem to be anything here
that's hot enough for what I want...
Without really thinking about it, Chris found herself heading
toward the door at the back marked "Must Be 18 to Enter". Strange, she
thought. I've never rented -- nor even seen -- an X-rated movie before.
I must be hornier than I thought. Even with all of the sexual awakenings
Chris had experienced since The Accident, the world of adult film had not
been one of them. She had been living the experience without having to
view it on a screen. Her curiosity at what lay behind the door before her
combined with her horniness to create an unquenchable desire to find the
most explicit video she could and then spend the rest of the evening in
her milking chair, watching it over and over, masturbating furiously and
setting new milk yield records. Anything to help the orphans, she thought
wryly.
As she opened the door, she was surprised to find the room to be
larger than she thought it would be. Row upon row of cassettes with vivid
packaging greeted her. The room was dimly lit, and contained a faint
smell of old cigarette smoke. There was only one other person in the
room. It was a young man, perhaps 22 or 23, in a leather jacket and
jeans, peering intently at the shelves as if searching for a specific
movie.
How does one possibly choose from all of this? Chris wondered.
She chose one of the racks at random and began looking at titles. She
noticed immediately that many were permutations of established movies and
TV shows. "Sex Trek: The Next Penetration"? Who thinks up this stuff?
Chris wondered. She then read a title that made her giggle out loud. The
young man jerked his head in her direction. His face had an embarrassed
look on it.
Chris felt the need to apologize. "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at
you. Some of these titles are just so funny, that's all." The young man
appeared to accept this; he turned away to resume his search. Chris
noticed that he already had two cassettes in his possession. She was
suddenly seized with a strong desire to know what they were. What kinds
of videos turn guys on, anyway? she wondered. Maybe if I can see what
he's got, it'll help me pick out something for myself.
Under the pretense of continuing her own search for a title, Chris
maneuvered herself nearer to the young man. As she got closer, she
noticed that he was really quite handsome, not the trenchcoat-wearing
stereotype she always had imagined frequenting places like this. He had
sandy hair, a strong nose and chin, wire-rimmed glasses...What's a guy
like this need with porno movies? Chris asked herself. He looks like
somebody who could get the real thing anytime he wanted. He looks like
somebody *I'd* like...
She was almost standing next to the young man now. She noticed as
she sidled closer that he was stealing more and more frequent glances at
her, particularly at her chest. This knowledge caused her nipples to
become so hard they ached, and her breasts to flood with warm milk.
Finally she was close enough to make out the words on the cassette cases
the young man held in his hand, and what she read nearly made her wet her
panties. One movie was titled "Milk Mania", and the other "Magnificent
Milky Maidens". The guy was into lactation! What were the odds of that?
In that moment the hormonal onslaught won out; Chris knew she had to have
this man. A plan formed instantly, unbidden.
She waited until he began to reach for another cassette (this one
entitled "Squirting Boobies III"), then she started to reach for the one
immediately next to it. As he once more glanced in her direction, as she
knew he would, Chris willed her breasts to begin leaking milk into her
T-shirt. Two dark stains immediately appeared over her finger-thick
nipples and began spreading rapidly. Chris withdrew her arm and pressed
it against her bosom. She had timed the incident perfectly. The young
man had seen it and was now opening staring.
"Oh, dammit," she said, feigning dismay. "This always happens at
the worst times." She tentatively dabbed at her chest, deliberating
making her boobs jiggle slightly, then looked up into the young man's
eyes, which were as wide as they could possibly be. "I'm terribly sorry.
I hope I'm not grossing you out. It's just that I have so much milk that
sometimes it just comes out on its own. Oh, jeez, just look at me." She
began flapping the front of her shirt in an attempt to "dry" it, allowing
the undersides of her breasts to flash in and out of view. The two stains
joined into a single large one that spread out to cover most of her front.
Rivulets of milk began to appear on her exposed stomach. All the while
Chris apologized profusely, pretending to be upset over her "accident" and
frantic that it wasn't stopping. The young man stood transfixed, unable
to either move or utter a word. There was a sizable lump forming in his
jeans. Finally Chris asked him outright for a handkerchief. He produced
one from his back pocket and presented it with trembling hand. Chris
unfolded it and thrust it up inside her shirt, dabbing it across her
oozing nipples, fussing constantly, pretending to be embarrassed. She had
to be careful here, or she'd have an orgasm on the spot, and that would be
messy indeed. She decided that her little show had had the desired
effect, and so performed the mental ritual that shut down the flow of
milk.
She began to hand the hankie back to him, then thought better of
it. "Oh, my, I've really gotten this wet. Tell you what, I'll take it
home and wash it, then I'll send it back to you. What's your name and
address?"
Finally the young man was able to speak. "It is all right. You
keep. I have others." His tenor voice was thick with a European accent
Chris didn't quite recognize. This guy was obviously not from the
neighborhood.
"Well I don't usually take an article of someone's clothing
without knowing who it came from," Chris said, smiling radiantly. She
extended a hand. "My name's Chris."
"I am Uwe," he said, pronouncing it "oo-vay". His mouth then
dropped open slightly as he took her hand and realized that it was
slightly damp with milk. Chris took note of that reaction -- arousal, not
disgust. Good.
She zipped up her jacket to cover herself. "I think it's stopped
now. I apologize again. Believe me, I don't often meet men this way,
especially in a place like this!"
"Please, do not say more. You do not offend. It is...natural for
this sometimes to happen, yes?"
"Well, yes, but I usually have more control over it than this.
Something must have distracted me," Chris said, letting a gleam come into
her eye. "I couldn't help noticing your accent. Have you been in the
States long?"
"Zwei Monaten. Two months," Uwe replied. "I am on holiday from
Austria."
"Traveling alone?"
"Ja."
"Austria, eh? I've always wanted to visit Europe", Chris said.
"Forgive me for saying so, Uwe, but this place isn't exactly listed in the
Michelin Guide."
He must have understood the reference, for he appeared to blush,
although it was difficult to tell from his dark complexion. "Two months
is long time without..." He let his voice trail off.
There are times when poor command of a language is good, Chris
thought. There's not as much room for subtlety. She cut through Uwe's
building embarrassment by chuckling. "No need to explain. I'm here for
the very same reason," she lied.
Uwe's eyes widened again. "Excuse me, but I think that is not to
believe," he said. "A woman so beautiful as you should not have to..."
Again he did not complete the sentence.
Chris risked touching Uwe's arm. He did not flinch. "That's very
sweet of you. Are all the men of Austria as gallant as you?" Uwe did not
answer, but he did smile warmly. "You know, I've never met an Austrian
before. If I'm being too forward, tell me, but...if you'd like some
company to watch those movies with, I'd be happy to oblige."
"I do not know what means 'forward', but I think I would like
that," Uwe said. She smiled again. Of course you would, she thought.
What lactation lover wouldn't jump at the chance to live out his deepest
sexual fantasy? Uwe wasn't so cautious about meeting strange women in
strange places that he would flatly turn down an opportunity like the one
Chris was offering.
"Great! And here I thought I'd be spending the evening alone.
Tell you what. Let's pay for these and go over to my place. I, ah, need
to change my shirt anyway."
As Uwe followed her toward the front of the store, Chris could not
help thinking of a puppy, nipping and drooling at her heels. For a moment
she wondered if she wasn't doing something completely crazy, taking
advantage of a young man's fantasies like she was, but her animal side was
in full control now, and her only regret became that this young man would
probably pop his cork way too soon....
<<to be continued>>
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