LACTOGENESIS XVI: 

THE BREAKTHROUGH 
 
 Christine fished her keys out of her purse and began unlocking the door 
to her apartment. A muffled, unusual sound in the hallway caused her to 
silence the jingling of the keys with her free hand so as to listen more 
closely. Whsssh, pfff, whsssh, pfff, whsssh, pfff, it went, just above 
the threshold of audibility. Where have I heard that sound before? she 
wondered. She made the mental connection at exactly the same time as a 
potentially drenching letdown reflex began in her breasts. She had to 
slam down mental barriers and simultaneously press one forearm across 
her ample chest to keep the flow of milk staunched. The sound she'd 
heard was that of a breast pump going at full tilt. As part of her work 
with making donations to the milk bank, she had conditioned herself to 
release milk at full flow when using her own pump, so she was unprepared 
for the aural cues provied by this second one. I need to brush up on my 
control techniques a little more, she thought. She strained to hear, 
trying to locate the source of the sound. Of course. It was coming from 
Sherri's apartment. 
 Chris entered her apartment, went into her bedroom, and removed her 
blouse and bra. Sure enough, the cups were damp. She walked into the 
bathroom to rinse out the bra and to express some milk in order to 
relieve some of the pressure. I am *not* going to come, she said firmly 
to herself as the manipulations of her fingers along her rigid nipples 
threatened to send her into orbit as they did so often. I have more 
control than that; besides, I don't want to rinse out panties as well. 
Rivulets of milk joined into a single stream in the sink and disappeared 
down the drain as she worked. I need to think about something else, 
Chris said to herself, as she felt her level of arousal rising unbidden. 
I wonder how Sherri is doing with her "project". I haven't seen her for 
several days, and the last time I did she was complaining of sore 
nipples. 
 At least that means she's keeping up with it. It's been a few weeks, 
should be any day now... 
 Chris was just blotting a last few drops from herself when the phone 
rang. "Hi, hon, it's Sherri," the voice on the other end said. "Hate to 
bother you, but could you come over for a minute? I need your expertise 
on something." 
 "Right now?" 
 "If you could. It's kind of an emergency." 
 I'll bet she's having trouble with the pump, Chris thought. Those 
things can be kind of persnickety. She threw her blouse back on and made 
for the door. No time to hunt for a clean bra. 
 Sherri met her at her door clad in a terrycloth bathrobe that had been 
hurriedly donned and was hanging open. She was naked underneath. Chris 
caught a glimpse of red pubic hair, matted down with moisture. The robe 
hung well out from her torso, pushed away from it by a pair of massive, 
pendulous breasts. They were mostly covered, but Chris could still make 
out a network of bright blue veins showing through the skin. Sherri was 
not smiling. 
 As Chris walked into Sherri's apartment, she said, "Is it my 
imagination, or are you gigantic? Has something happened since I've seen 
you last?" 
 At that, Sherri did smile. "I'm up to an F cup now. Do you know how 
hard it is to find pretty underwear in that size?" 
 "Do I take you to mean that things are...progressing?" 
 A twinkle appeared in Sherri's eyes. "Let's talk about that later. For 
now, I've got a problem I'd like you to look at." 
 "You said it was an emergency. Are you all right?" 
 "That's what I need you to tell me." At that, Sherri pushed the robe 
off her shoulders. Her breasts swung gently as the material fell away 
from them. Each was at least a double handful, with plenty left over. 
They were close to resting in Sherri's lap. The faint beginnings of 
stretch marks were visible at their upper boundaries. Her areolae had 
darkened almost to a chocolate brown, and were nearly three inches in 
diameter. The nipples were just a raised area at the center of each 
areola. Tiny blood vessels crisscrossed along the undersides of each 
breast like spider webs. There was a lot to see here, but Chris's 
attention was focused on the lower quadrant of Sherri's right breast, 
which was flushed a deep, angry pink. 
 "Ooh, honey, that looks tender," Chris said sympathetically. She ran 
her fingertips over the area and noticed that it was downright hot. She 
palpated it gently, which brought a hiss of discomfort from Sherri. 
Chris knew right away what was wrong. She looked up at Sherri, and a 
broad grin formed on her face. 
 "Why you little so-and-so," Chris chided. "You've been holding out on 
me! You have a plugged duct, my dear, which can only mean one thing." 
 Sherri was nodding furiously. She and Chris suddenly squealed in 
delight and hugged each other, laughing. "How long since you started?" 
Chris said when they broke their embrace. 
 "Only about three days ago. I didn't want to let you know until I was 
sure. I pumped these babies day in and day out for weeks, got cracked 
nipples, broke the pump once. I was this close to giving up when all of 
a sudden the milk came in like gangbusters. Woke up in the middle of the 
night Thursday night practically swimming in my own bed!" 
 "Are you sorry you did it?" 
 "Hell, no! Chris, I'm feeling so sexually charged up from this that I 
can come from just walking in a pair of corduroy pants! I feel like the 
Earth Mother herself. I mean, *look* at these things now. They're bigger 
than my ex-husband's head! What a rush! 
 "Right now, though, I'm feeling pretty miserable. I just took some 
Tylenols, but they haven't kicked in yet. I'm as engorged as hell, so 
much so that the pump cups can't get a good grip on me." She looked 
concerned. "Are you sure I don't have an infection or anything?" 
 "No, you've just got a little back-up there. Nothing an ice pack, a 
little gentle massage, and a friend can't fix." Chris gently pushed 
Sherri back to a reclining position on the couch. "I've been waiting to 
do this for a long time," she whispered as she bent her head to Sherri's 
ear. "Ever since you first nursed from me..."