LACTOGENESIS VIII: 

THE SECRET REVEALED 
 
 Christine and Sherri laughed for a long time over Chris's "get it off 
my chest" line. As the laughter began to die down, Chris impulsively 
reached out and hugged Sherri to her. She immediately felt the 
unfamiliar but pleasant sensation of another woman's body against hers. 
It was the first time Chris had had close physical contact with another 
person since her body had changed. Sherri had gone up on tip-toe, and 
Chris became acutely aware of her breasts pressing against her own. 
Seventy-eight combined inches of mammary tissue squashed together, 
creating a huge soft cushion any man would have been more than happy to 
suffocate in. Chris found herself holding the embrace longer than she 
thought she would have. It felt soft and safe in Sherri's arms. 
 It was Sherri who broke it off. "Oh, I shouldn't have squeezed so hard, 
but I haven't laughed like that in weeks. Did I hurt you?" 
 "No, don't be silly," Chris replied. "They're full, but it's not like 
they're going to pop or anything." 
 Sherri sat down again abruptly. "Oh, Chris. Tell me what it's like. 
 Is it uncomfortable? Do you like it? Is it inconvenient for you? Does 
it make you feel sexier?" A flood of questions followed, and Chris 
answered as best she could, when she could get a word in edgewise. She 
decided to be honest, and not hold anything back. She told Sherri about 
the incident in Sheila's office, about how much she enjoyed using the 
pump, even about how the letdown sensation always enhanced her orgasms 
and how she was now able to ejaculate. She found herself going into 
painstaking detail. She also discovered that relating these experiences 
was proving to be extremely arousing for her. She was reliving her 
sexual awakening. The memories of how she had received the new 
sensations her body had provided were actually reviving those 
sensations. She couldn't help noticing Sherri's reactions, either. As 
Chris went on, Sherri occasionally would reach up a hand to absently 
stroke a breast, or she would rub her thighs together gently. The look 
on her face was one which a man marooned in a desert would have when his 
eyes beheld a drinking fountain. Finally, as Chris was describing a 
particularly intense orgasm she had had in the shower, when the blasts 
of water, vaginal juice, and breast milk had combined just before 
disappearing down the drain, Sherri could contain herself no longer. 
 "Please, show me." She was almost begging. "I must see what it's like. 
 Show me, please, Chris." 
 Chris was so turned on by her own narrative that Sherri's request 
actually sounded reasonable. Her excitement had cranked up her hormone 
levels, and her breasts were in need of relief. Why not, then? Without a 
word, Chris stood and walked to the kitchen cupboard, from which she 
produced a large drinking glass. She walked back over to the sofa, put 
the glass on the coffee table, and began unbuttoning the top of her 
bodysuit. She pulled the stretchy fabric down over her shoulders and 
allowed it to bunch at her waist, revealing a lacy, sheer, half-cup bra 
that seemed to only barely hold its contents. Chris unfastened the front 
clasp and the cups swung to the sides like the gates of heaven. She 
thought she heard Sherri gasp as her bosom came into full view. 
 "Oh, Chris, they're beautiful." Sherri suddenly leaned forward to touch 
her neighbor's swollen breasts. Gently, almost with a feather touch, 
Sherri's hand traced the smooth curves, brushed the extended nipples 
with butterfly-wing tenderness. Chris found herself moaning softly, 
captivated by the softness of Sherri's touch and how totally 
electrifying it was. She felt a hard coolness in one hand and opened her 
eyes to find that Sherri had pressed the glass into it. She looked up 
and met Sherri's eyes, which wordlessly were pleading Do it, do it. 
 Chris placed the rim of the glass along the lower margin of her left 
areola. With her left hand she pressed in and down, and was immediately 
rewarded with a gush of milk. The thin fluid streamed freely, pulsing 
anew with each press from Chris's fingers. The glass began filling 
quickly. 
 Sherri sat transfixed, her eyes never blinking. Her hands were busy 
however; one rubbing a tit while the other was buried between her legs, 
fluttering like a wounded bird against the fabric covering her pussy. 
 Through the buzzing of pleasure in her head, Chris felt the now-unequal 
pressure on her chest, and almost unconsciously switched breasts. Now 
her right breast sprayed hard and long into the glass, while a thin 
dribble continued from her left breast, dripping onto her thigh. Chris 
knew that if she continued, the glass would soon overflow, so she 
started the mental exercise that would slow the flow without taking away 
the pleasure. As the bluish-white jets from her turgid nipple became 
slow droplets, Chris felt Sherri grab the glass away. 
 Sherri was like a woman obsessed. "I *have* to taste this. I simply 
must..." Her words were cut short as she thirstily slurped at the 
contents of the glass. Without taking the glass away, she began 
murmuring, "Oh, God, it's so sweet and warm. I had no idea how good..." 
Her voice sounded strangely hollow as she spoke through the bottom of 
the glass. Abruptly she stopped drinking, lowered the glass, and stared 
at Chris with a look that practically screamed "please". Somehow, Chris 
knew what Sherri wanted, and somehow, she welcomed the idea. Sherri 
quickly dropped to her knees next to Chris, leaned forward, and fastened 
her lips to Chris's dripping nipple. 
 Chris inhaled sharply at this new sensation. This was not some 
inanimate plastic cup applying a suction like the vacuum of space 
itself, this was a live, warm, human being. Her body reacted intensely 
to the feel of skin on skin, a feeling it hadn't experienced for months, 
and never in this incarnation. Sherri sucked like a starving woman, and 
Chris's breast responded in kind. Sherri's breathing became erratic as 
she tried to handle a flow so strong that she could barely swallow fast 
enough. Her right hand went up to fondle Chris's free breast, and for a 
moment Chris lost her mental hold, allowing fresh milk to cascade over 
Sherri's kneading fingers and down her arm. Sherri's left hand was 
firmly entrenched in her crotch, her fingers a blur as she masturbated 
right through her clothing. As she neared orgasm, Sherri's mouth lost 
its grip on Chris's nipple. Milk still blasted forth, hitting the back 
of Sherri's throat as she opened her mouth wide to scream forth her 
pleasure. Her orgasmic yell became a choking cough as the milk went down 
the wrong pipe, but Chris was too far into her own orgasm to hear it. 
She felt the maxi-pad between her legs swell with the liquid being 
poured into it, and the extra pressure that created heightened the 
sensation even more. Her body was actually trembling as she reached for 
a tissue to dab some errant drops of milk from her pulsing nipples. The 
maxi-pad had reached its limit, and a dark spot was forming on her 
jeans. Sherri's outfit fared little better.