LACTOGENESIS XIX: 

THE EXAMINATION, PART ONE 
 
 To Chris's relief, the owner of those high heels turned out to be 
Sheila. She appeared from a side corridor, dressed as always in a white 
lab coat and carrying her clipboard. She was smiling broadly as she 
unlocked the door, admitted Chris, and locked it again behind her. 
 "Sorry to leave you standing out there in the dark, but I wasn't sure 
exactly when you'd be arriving," Sheila said. "Fortunately the MRI lab 
is within earshot of the door, or we might have missed each other." 
 "I was beginning to wonder," Chris admitted. "Now, from your phone call 
it sounded like this was the last thing you needed me for. Is that 
right?" 
 "Should be, barring any complications with the scan. You did remember 
not to express any milk before coming here, didn't you?" 
 "I'm as full as I allow myself to get without becoming too 
uncomfortable," Chris replied. "I hope it won't be long before I can 
relieve myself, though." 
 "Well, how long it's going to take will be largely up to you," Sheila 
said cryptically. Chris was going to ask her what she meant, but by then 
they'd arrived at the lab. Sheila used a key to unlock the door, stepped 
in, and turned on the lights. Chris had never seen so much high-tech 
gadgetry assembled in one place before. The setting was stark hospital 
white. The MRI unit was a large, hollow cylinder with a motorized 
platform extending out from it. It looked a little cramped in there. To 
one side, behind glass, was the control panel. Sheila motioned to a 
multi-paneled screen cordoning off one corner of the room. 
 "We need to get started right away. I had to do a lot of finagling to 
get just a little time on this unit, so we need to get in and out fast. 
 If you would, go behind that screen and take off all your clothes. 
We're going to do a whole-body scan first, so everything has to come 
off. Even panties," she added parenthetically. 
 I wonder why? Chris thought as she began doing as she was told. Doesn't 
this kind of machine see through clothing? She thought Sheila's request 
was a little strange, but she just shrugged and quickly stripped naked. 
"There's no robe in here," she called out. 
 "You won't need one. Just hop out here and onto the platform." 
 Chris walked across the room in her glorious birthday suit and lay down 
on the platform. It and the room were cold; Chris's nipples were 
painfully erect as a result, and gooseflesh stood out all over her body. 
"Why do you doctors always keep your workplaces so damned cold?" Chris 
complained. 
 Sheila did not respond. Instead she took hold of one of Chris's ankles 
and fastened a restraint around it. "Hey!" Chris shouted. "What are you 
doing?" 
 "The procedure requires that you be absolutely still. We've found that 
most patients can't lie still enough on their own. These'll make it 
easier." Chris accepted that, and allowed Sheila to fasten straps across 
both ankles and wrists, and one across her forehead, anchoring her upper 
body to the platform. 
 "Comfortable?" 
 "As comfortable as possible under the circumstances, I guess." 
 "Good. I think we're ready to begin." Chris expected Sheila to 
disappear behind the panel and press the buttons that would move the 
platform into the MRI unit. Instead, she put down her clipboard and 
stepped closer to Chris. She noticed the gooseflesh on Chris's skin and 
placed a warm hand on her stomach. 
 "You poor thing. You really are cold. Let's get you warmed up." She 
began unbuttoning her lab coat. By the time she reached the third 
button, it became obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath. Chris 
was astonished. "Wait. Wait a minute. Sheila, what's going on?" 
 "Oh, I think you know. You think that all the time we've spent together 
was just to further my research, don't you? Do you honestly believe I 
could just stand there and watch you squirting and gushing at session 
after session and not be affected? I've seen how you look at me while 
you were doing that. You were trying to get a rise out of me. You've 
been teasing me. I think you've known that I've wanted you ever since I 
first tasted your milk from my desktop, and you've been trying to get me 
to show it. Well, you were right, and now is the time." Her lab coat hit 
the floor, revealing a taut, athletic build. Sheila's breasts were quite 
small, barely enough to require a bra. The areolae were almost 
nonexistent, but from their centers protruded tan-pink nipples as big 
around as an index finger and at least an inch long. The cold obviously 
wasn't the only thing contributing to their size. Further down, past a 
belly lean enough for the underlying muscles to be visible, Sheila's 
hips flared wide, making for fleshy buttocks behind and a large, coal-
black bush in front. Chris could see that her pussy lips were already 
swollen, and pearls of moisture were just visible at their edges. 
 Chris realized how helpless she'd allowed herself to become, and felt 
panic begin to well up inside. She had wanted to do something about the 
electricity that had built up between her and Sheila, and now she was 
getting her wish, but not as she had envisioned. She began to struggle 
against the restraints, but was held fast. 
 "Sheila. You don't need to do this. Ever since I noticed your desire 
for me, I've wanted something to happen. We can be together. Just let me 
up from here." 
 "No, you've teased me for so long I thought I should have a chance to 
do some teasing myself." She bent down and kissed Chris lightly on the 
lips. Her tone became very gentle. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. 
Relax. I guarantee you'll enjoy this." 
 "Won't somebody hear?" 
 "Why do you think I had you come down this time of night? Everybody's 
gone, don't worry. Just give yourself to me this one time. Believe me, I 
only want to give you as much pleasure as you've given me." 
 Sheila began lightly caressing Chris's body. Her touch was so gentle, 
her desire to please so genuine that Chris's panic soon began to drain 
away. She had never experimented with being tied up before, but she had 
been curious. Here's your chance to find out what it's like, she 
thought. She relaxed against the straps holding her. Boy, I guess I 
overdid it with her, Chris said to herself. Pushed a little too hard. 
It's always the quiet ones who surprise you. Well, I guess you reap what 
you sow. Here we go... 
 "Do it, Sheila. Take me," Chris whispered, with as much lust in her 
voice as she could muster being tied down to a medical examining table. 
 As she expected, Sheila went straight to her breasts first. One could 
hardly blame her; how could anyone resist their perfect, uplifted shape 
and the ruby color and hardness of their crowning glories? Sheila used 
both hands to encircle Chris's right breast. She bent low, staring in 
anticipation at the nipple. When no milk was immediately forthcoming, 
she attached her mouth to the nipple like a barnacle on a ship and began 
sucking wildly. 
 "Ow, sweetie, gently, gently," Chris said. Sheila was sucking so hard 
that she was causing pain. The fullness in her breasts began to give way 
to that familiar tingling as the stimulus began to work its magic. Chris 
somehow wanted to punish Sheila for the way she was being treated, so 
she began thinking of deserts, cracked soil, dust...anything to keep the 
milk from flowing. It was difficult; she had never had to hold back 
against this extreme amount of stimulation. Sheila began squeezing 
Chris's breast as if it were the udder of a cow. Chris gritted her teeth 
against the overwhelming urge to drown Sheila, but not a drop emerged 
from her nipples. A few seconds later, Sheila let go and stood up, 
frowning. 
 "You said you were full," she pouted. 
 "You of all people should know that I have to be completely relaxed to 
have a good letdown," Chris lied. "I'm not very relaxed right now." 
 Sheila smiled. "I know just the thing," she said huskily. Sheila moved 
down between Chris's legs and firmly pried her knees apart. The ankle 
restraints caused Chris to bow her legs somewhat unnaturally, but her 
discomfort dissipated when Sheila's full lips began caressing Chris's 
pussy lips. Her sharp tongue extended further, further...Chris's eyes 
went wide. This girl could push her glasses up her nose with that thing 
if she wanted to! The tip gently parted Chris's labia and hungrily 
probed the entrance to Chris's womb. Slowly it began disappearing 
inside. In spite of herself, Chris began moving under the onslaught of 
this twisting serpent. She felt herself being filled up as if by a cock 
with the ability to continually change its shape. It was a unique 
sensation, one fully capable of making Chris forget where she was and 
how she was currently configured. Sheila's tongue was fully extended up 
inside her now, and her nose was tickling Chris's clit as she struggled 
to breathe through it. Chris's breathing began to quicken, as did her 
approach to orgasm. She barely had time to cry out a warning before her 
swollen G-spot cut loose a downpour of juice, propelled by her spasming 
vagina. The force of the contractions pushed Sheila's tongue out, and 
the flood immediately following it struck her full in the throat. Rather 
than gagging, though, Sheila's throat opened and she swallowed the bulk 
of Chris's pubic tidal wave like college students chug beer. 
 Sheila wasn't about to let Chris come down right away. Her fingers went 
to Chris's clit, where she began expertly massaging it. Chris's moans, 
which were just beginning to diminish, immediately returned to their 
previous volume. Not more than ten seconds later, Chris climaxed a 
second time. The accompanying gush was less voluminous this time, but 
was still sufficient to splash across Sheila's chest, flow down her 
breasts, and drip from her turgid nipples.