LACTOGENESIS XXIII: 

THE HALLOWEEN PARTY, PART TWO 
 
 Jeremy made no attempt to conceal his erection, which was so engorged 
that it was almost purple beneath the brown body paint. Chris was almost 
embarrassed for him, but at the same time she could not deny that his 
obvious arousal and the fact that she had brought it on were combining 
to cause some erectile tissue on her body to become active as well. She 
was almost alarmed at how horny she suddenly was. She consciously tried 
to turn down her inner fire somewhat; after all, she had only just 
arrived. There would be plenty of time for sex later. Right now she 
wanted to take a look around. 
 Her first stop was the bar, which was manned by a hired bartender. The 
woman's standard-issue uniform made her look completely out of place in 
this venue. Chris ordered a raspberry ginger ale; after all, she was the 
designated driver -- and she didn't want her senses dulled by alcohol. 
 Not tonight. She looked around for Sherri and noted wryly that she had 
already left the room. Jeremy, however, was hovering nearby, unable to 
leave Chris's side. She was amused to think that she had him completely 
under her control. After pretending to ignore him for several minutes, 
Chris finally took his hand and said, "Come on. Introduce me." They 
began to mingle. 
 When Chris had chosen her costume, she was afraid that the degree of 
nakedness it entailed would be too bold for Jeremy's friends. She saw 
now that she had been mistaken. Several of the women were in comparable 
states of undress. There was the inevitable Lady Godiva, but what made 
her different was that her date was dressed as the horse. She rode his 
back for a good part of the evening, clad in nothing but a very long 
blond wig and high heels, which she repeatedly dug into her mount's 
sides. The guy's definitely a masochist, Chris thought. 
 There was a Cleopatra, complete with a large, live boa constrictor 
which served as a drape across a broad, deep chest sporting two doubly-
pierced nipples. When questioned about the snake, "Cleo" frankly told 
Chris that she used it to masturbate with. Chris spent a few minutes 
trying to figure out how. 
 She then met "Irina", a woman of at least 50 who was naked except for 
black leather gloves, knee-high boots, and face mask. She had a Doberman 
pinscher with a studded collar on a short leash. The woman wore three 
large dabs of peanut butter on her pancake boobs and very hairy pussy. 
At one point during her conversation with Chris she sat on the floor and 
let the dog lick her clean. Chris could swear the woman had an orgasm 
during this, all the while keeping up her end of the conversation. Chris 
was amazed. Where does Jeremy find these people, she thought. 
 Jeremy then introduced Chris to a fellow who was obviously a 
bodybuilder. He had come as the Incredible Hulk. The bulge in his pants 
which appeared as he stared at Chris showed that his musculature wasn't 
the only thing incredible about him. Unfortunately, about all he could 
say was, "So you're a milker, huh?" Not the most brilliant man she had 
ever met, but that body...Chris felt her crotch begin to tingle as her 
eyes traced his pecs, his lats, his delts, his glutes, his pubes... 
 As Jeremy introduced her to more and more people, Chris began getting 
used to not making eye contact with any of the male guests. To a one, 
they could not take their eyes off of Chris's body, resplendent in its 
ghost-white makeup; perfectly shaped breasts with their upturned, 
stiffened nipples; long, flat tummy; curvy, almost hemispherical ass; 
and muscular, toned legs. She had never received so much visual 
admiration at one time before, and it excited her. The excitement caused 
her already high hormone levels to rise even further. She could feel 
them working on both body and mind, stripping away inhibitions more 
effectively than any exogenous drug and kicking her milk production into 
high gear. She felt her nipples reaching maximum extension and the 
warmth and pressure in her breasts that hovered just below discomfort. 
She knew from experience that her bustline had temporarily increased in 
size by more than an inch just in the last few minutes. It wouldn't be 
long before she would have to grab the nearest man, jump his bones, and 
soak him down. 
 Her prurient plans were thwarted when Jeremy decided to take Chris on 
the "nickel tour" of the lower level. The main rec room, where the bulk 
of the partyers was located, was connected by branching corridors to 
several smaller rooms, most of which had closed and locked doors. Sounds 
of passion emanated from behind each. Chris smiled inwardly when she 
recognized Sherri's moans coming from one. Jeremy made a special point 
of showing Chris one available bedroom which had obviously been 
waterproofed; plastic covered everything. "This one's for later," was 
all he would say about it. 
 A little further on they came upon a room whose sole furnishing was a 
large round table with chairs. Several people were seated there, playing 
a board game. Jeremy explained that the game was patterned after 
Monopoly, except that sexual favors were traded instead of real estate. 
A new game was just beginning, and one chair was available. Jeremy 
seated Chris in it and left the room, saying something about going to 
look for Sherri. His erection was still waving proudly as he walked out. 
 "Poor dear's going to get blue balls," a woman in a cat costume 
immediately to Chris's left said. "When are you going to stop teasing 
him?" 
 "Soon. I'm enjoying the attention," Chris replied. 
 "I'm jealous. Usually he circulates a lot more than this. He can't seem 
to stay away from you." 
 "It's probably just the costume." 
 "I seriously doubt it." A beat, then, "Since you're a newcomer, why 
don't you go first?" 
 Chris's token, appropriately shaped like a pair of breasts, landed on a 
space which directed her to pick a card from one of the stacks and read 
it aloud. Most of the spaces were like that, she noted. "'For the next 
sixty seconds, do something sexual that you think no one else in the 
room can do'," she read. She glanced at the people around her, noting 
the look of anticipation on their faces, and suddenly it dawned on her. 
This has to be a set-up, she thought. Jeremy had, after all, announced 
in a backhanded fashion upon her and Sherri's arrival that both of them 
were lactating. In retrospect, she realized that Jeremy had obviously 
steered her to this room. It was suddenly clear that the people in it 
had been hand-selected by him, and that they had been awaiting her 
arrival. It was also clear that everyone at the table wanted a 
demonstration of Chris's special talents. On top of all this, her 
hormones were practically screaming that she provide one. 
 Far be it from me to disappoint my fans, Chris said to herself.