LACTOGENESIS IV: 

THE BEGINNING 
 
 "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 distension, 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.