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Lactogenesis 04
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"This has been a truly fascinating case for me," Dr. Sheila Ellis
said in genuine awe as she regarded Christine across her desk. "We both
know you've never had a child, but if I didn't know better, I'd swear your
blood chemistry was that of a postpartum woman." With the enthusiasm of a
new med student, she launched into a long speech punctuated by phrases
like "This is going to make one hell of a paper." Chris heard words like
prolactin, alpha-lactalbumin, progesterone, hypothalamus, lactogenesis,
oxytocin. "Your body has been fooled into thinking it has to feed a
baby," Sheila said. Chris was beginning to grow impatient. She had heard
plenty of *how*, and now she demanded to know *why*.
"As near as we can figure, something happened to your pituitary gland
as a result of the accident. Part of the surgery you had was in that area
of your skull, and although the pituitary is buried pretty deep, it's
possible that a piece of bone or other trauma has disturbed the
neurochemical connections between your pituitary and the rest of your
body. The hormones the pituitary produces have been going crazy, and
they've been what's triggered the changes in you. Increases in breast
size and vascularization, pigment changes in the nipples and areolae,
discharge of colostrum -- that yellowish fluid that leaks from your
breasts -- elevated serum prolactin...all of these are consistent with
stage I lactogenesis. Your breasts have undergone a tremendous
proliferation of secretory alveoli, lactiferous tubules, and myoepithelial
cells...."
Yeah, yeah, it's all Greek to me, Chris thought. I sure wish she'd
stop with the technobabble. She started fidgeting in her chair. She was
becoming rather uncomfortable. She had noticed a slight ache in her
breasts when she arrived at Sheila's office, and it had been steadily
growing worse. Now she was beginning to feel real pain, her breasts felt
even larger than ever (if that was possible), and she began to feel like
she might burst the confines of her bra. This was new; it was also very
disconcerting.
Sheila was in the middle of explaining how Chris's hormonal changes
had also triggered a
proliferation of cell growth in her Grafenberg Spot, which in turn was
responsible for her ejaculations, when she noticed Chris scrunching her
shoulders together and wincing slightly. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. My breasts really hurt all of a sudden."
"Let's take a look."
Chris hurriedly removed her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Her
breasts sprang free from their confinement but barely sagged at all upon
removal of their support. They looked absolutely huge to her -- could I
really have once been a 34B? she thought absently. The skin was stretched
taut, and the veins beneath glowed purplish blue. The areolae looked
puffy and had small patches of dried colostrum on them. Her nipples, now
exposed to the cool air of the office, sprang to life. Her boobs felt
heavy and hot, and they *hurt*.
Sheila came around her desk and lightly ran one hand around the side
of one breast. She felt the heat, saw the distention, and knew
immediately what was happening. "You're engorged, my dear. Your milk has
come in." Chris wasn't surprised to hear it; she felt full. All she
wanted now was to be emptied. Despite the pain, she felt a familiar
stirring in her crotch. It had been fun watching the colostrum leak from
her breasts during her sexplay, but now she was going to be able to gush
liquid from her nipples, just as she had been doing from her pussy. I'm
going to be a damn human fountain, she thought. She looked up at Sheila,
who was still staring, almost transfixed, at her chest. After a few
seconds Sheila looked up into Chris's eyes and saw an unspoken question,
"What now?"
Sheila turned back to her desk and picked up an empty coffee cup. "I
don't have a breast pump in the office; you'll have to pick one up on the
way home. We can express some of that milk, enough to relieve the
engorgement. Here." She handed Chris the cup. Chris leaned forward
slightly, placed the lip of the cup under one swollen nipple, and
squeezed. Nothing happened. She tried again with the other breast --
same result. Jeez, she thought, you'd think I'd be spewing milk by now.
Sheila watched her for a few seconds, then blinked and said, "I'm
sorry. I forgot you'd have no idea how to do this. Let me show you.
It's easier if..." and she walked behind Chris's chair. Sheila reached
down past Chris's shoulders and cupped her right breast. Her hand was too
small to hold all of it. She moved her hand forward slightly until her
thumb and fingers bracketed Chris's half-dollar-sized areola. Chris
closed her eyes and involuntarily tipped her head back slightly. Sheila's
cool hand on her hot breast felt good. "Now hold the cup up," Sheila
said, and with that pushed her thumb and first two fingers back toward
Chris's chest wall while simultaneously rolling the areola forward. She
was rewarded by a few drops of pale bluish-white liquid dripping from
Chris's diamond-hard nipple. Sheila repeated the motion, and this time
the drops became a weak stream. Again, and this time two streams emerged.
Chris was getting caught up in the feeling of Sheila's hand on her. The
milking motions she was applying were very much like the nipple-tugging
she liked to do while masturbating. Through barely open lips she
murmured, "Something's happening." And it was. Through the heat and
heaviness of her breasts, Chris could feel a new kind of warmth, a sort of
pleasant burning sensation that started up high, near her ribs, and spread
downward toward her nipples in an ever-intensifying swell. Within seconds
it felt like she was going to explode. Her lips formed an "O", and she
exhaled in a soft, long moan.
At that moment, Chris's breasts erupted. At least a half dozen
needle-thin streams of hot milk sprayed from each throbbing nipple, arcing
several feet into the air and splashing across Sheila's desk. Sheila
immediately snatched her hand back from Chris's breast, but the torrent
continued unabated. Chris, completely transported by the ecstatic feeling
of sudden release, unconsciously moved her hands up to her streaming
breasts, grabbed them, and began imitating Sheila's milking motions. The
sprays of milk were doubly renewed; seeming gallons shot forth. Sheila
valiantly tried to catch as much as she could in the cup, but wasn't very
successful. Finally she simply stood back and stared in wonder at the
spectacle before her. Chris squirted and moaned, squirted and moaned for
what seemed to her to be several minutes until finally the intense
pressure abated and she was able to regain control of herself. Had she
come? She was so hazy from the intensity and newness of the experience
that she wasn't sure. When she finally
opened her eyes and sat up, she gasped. Puddles of milk were seemingly
everywhere. Sheila was wiping off the folder containing Chris's lab
results, shaking her head in disbelief. "That was the most astounding
letdown reflex I have ever seen. You must have shot ten feet." The good
doctor was obviously beside herself. Was she breathing a little heavily?
Chris wondered as she fumbled with her bra. Sheila smoothed the front of
her white coat (which had some small wet spots on it), chuckled slightly,
and said, "I think you've gone past stage II and are in full lactation."
No shit, Chris thought wryly.
<<to be continued>>
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