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Lactogenesis 02
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The next several days were a confusing time for Chris. She slept a
lot but was being constantly awakened for blood samples, urine samples,
stool samples. There seemed to be an endless parade of specialists
marching past her bedside, doing their pokings and proddings. There were
physical therapists, nurses, X-ray technicians, consultants, orderlies.
As the major pain subsided, Chris became aware of less intrusive
discomforts. She had been catheterized; the tube was chafing her vulva
slightly. Great, she thought. I've got a sore pussy for all the wrong
reasons. The IVs were starting to irritate the veins in her arms, but the
stitches in her mouth still prevented her from eating all but the softest
foods. She began to feel the pain along her side where the car had hit
her, but at least the fireworks had stopped in her head.
Finally came the day when Chris got enough courage to get out of bed
and walk shakily to the full-length mirror in the bathroom. She gasped
slightly at the bandaged, black-eyed spectre staring back at her. Christ,
she thought, the last time I looked in a mirror I was trying on a bikini.
Now look at me. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound...and with that she
untied the strings of her hospital gown and let it fall to the floor. She
was actually relieved at what she saw. A deep blue bruise covered most of
her right hip, but it was already yellowing at the edges and beginning to
fade. No major contusions otherwise. She had lost those extra couple of
pounds -- nothing like not being able to eat to make one lose weight.
When her eyes fell upon her breasts, however, they went wide. She had
expected them to be smaller, in proportion to her weight loss. On the
contrary, though, they seemed larger! As she became aware of that fact,
she also became aware of a new heaviness and warmth about them. These
can't be mine, she thought. The nipples seemed thicker, the areolae
larger and slightly darker in color. Faint blue veins showed beneath the
skin, which somehow seemed almost translucent. They're beautiful, she
thought, but how...?
Her reverie was shattered by the sound of the door opening. Chris's
eyes closed tightly and she felt a blush starting at the base of her neck.
There was no way she could hide herself; there was still enough pain that
quick movement wasn't a good idea. So there she stood, before the mirror,
stark naked, clutching an IV stand with a catheter tube snaking from
between her legs, as Dr. Frankenmuth entered the room. She felt like
dying, but Frankenmuth seemed not to take much notice of her nakedness.
"If you can get yourself to the bathroom, you don't need that
catheter any more," he said approvingly. "Get back up in bed, and I'll
remove it." Chris made a move to pick up her fallen gown and winced as
her hip reminded her of its bruised condition. Frankenmuth just smiled.
"Believe me, I've seen every square inch of you. If you really want it,
though..." and he moved to pick it up.
"No, that's OK", Chris replied, her voice still thick from the
rapidly receding swelling in her mouth. She was almost surprised at
herself. Maybe it was the residual thrill of seeing her new body that
caused her modesty to be pushed into the background. She shuffled over to
the bed and stiffly but ably sat up on its edge. Frankenmuth put on
sterile gloves and retrieved the necessary equipment from a nearby
cabinet.
"You might feel a little pressure, perhaps a wee bit of discomfort.
I'll try to make this fast." Frankenmuth lowered the bedside stool and
moved it close, then sat down. Chris realized that a handsome young man
was sitting with his face inches from her naked femininity, and rather
than embarrassing her, she found the thought arousing. This is
ridiculous, she told herself. I'm so banged up I can hardly move, I've
got a tube up my peehole, and I'm getting horny! It's been longer than I
thought. She found herself going with the feeling as Frankenmuth's gloved
fingers gently spread her labia. Chris felt the insides of her thighs
tingle with his touch and a dull but pleasant ache start in her belly.
Deftly, smoothly, he pulled out the catheter. By the time he was
finished, Chris's lower lips were coated with her nectar, her eyes were
half-lidded, and her nipples extended a full half-inch from her areolae.
What's *happening* to me? she thought absently. She glanced down at
Frankenmuth and noticed that his smile had changed subtlely. Can he see
how turned on I am? She got her answer mere seconds later, as
Frankenmuth's thumb shifted around to caress her clit, which was ruby red
and glistening. Chris took a sharp, shuddering breath. Her hips shot
forward (no pain, Chris noticed with a tiny fraction of her
consciousness), her thighs began quivering, and she came forcefully...and
voluminously. Through the bright haze of her orgasm, Chris was amazed to
see a veritable fountain of fluid gush from her pussy, cover the doctor's
hand, and splash across the front of his white coat. Frankenmuth uttered
a wordless sound of surprise and scooted the stool back several feet.
Chris was shocked right out of what arguably had been the most intense
orgasm of her life.
"Oh, my God, Doctor, I...." Words suddenly failed her as she clamped
her legs tightly together.
"No, it's OK, really," Frankenmuth said as he looked down at the
stain on his coat. "I'd heard of female ejaculation, of course, but I
have to tell you, that's the damndest thing I ever saw."
"You don't understand, Doctor. I don't do this. This has never
happened to me before. I'm...I'm actually a little bit frightened."
Chris gathered the bedsheets tightly around her, uncaring that a good
portion of them was soaking wet.
For someone who had just provided a patient with an incredible
orgasm, Frankenmuth was
quickly able to don his professional demeanor. "Don't be," he said
reassuringly. "Maybe we can find out what's going on. Do you always
achieve orgasm so quickly?"
"No. I often don't come at all. When I do, it usually takes a
while. And I *never* get this wet. Doctor, there have been other things,
too." She told him about the change she had noticed in her breasts.
Frankenmuth rubbed his chin. "You know, I think I'm going to have an
endocrinologist look at you. There's a chance the bump you took to the
head has provided you with some fringe benefits." He stood up and turned
to leave, then realized what he must look like. He removed his gloves,
took off his coat, rolled it up under his arm, and smiled again. This
time there was a definite twinkle in his eye as he left the room.
Chris sat in her bed, still not quite able to fathom what had
happened. Not even ten minutes had passed since she dared looked at
herself in the doorway mirror, and in that unbelievably short time she had
had a sexual epiphany unlike anything she had ever experienced. I don't
know what's going on, she thought, but I think I like it. I wonder what
other surprises are on the horizon. Wicked thoughts began playing through
her mind as she put her hospital gown back on and rang for the nurse. She
was going to need fresh sheets.
<<to be continued>>
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