LACTOGENESIS II: 

THE HOSPITAL 
 
 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.