LACTOGENESIS XXXI: 

THE VIDEO STORE 
 
	Christine finished her mental mini-review of the events that had led up 
to her being able to purchase the shiny new car beside which she was 
standing. Her mind back on the present, she turned and entered the video 
store. She was immediately aware of the stare the pimply faced teen 
behind the counter fixed upon her as soon as she cleared the doorway. 
After all, she was not dressed appropriately for the time of year, and 
the material of her cropped T-shirt was revealing as much as it 
concealed. She felt the erection of her nipples intensify, until even 
the bumps of the Montgomery's glands that peppered her areolae were 
visible through the fabric. 	It must be the warm weather, she thought. 
It's giving me a premature case of spring fever. I can't remember the 
last time I got so horny over a kid half my age staring at me. Chris 
felt her breasts rapidly filling and knew that she would have to make 
her selection quickly and rush home, or else she would be forced to use 
her mental control to shut down her milk production so as to avoid 
discomfort, something she didn't like to do unless absolutely necessary. 
She decided to pick out something particularly steamy to help get her 
through the upcoming milking session, so she walked to the appropriate 
section of the store and began looking at the selections. "9-1/2 Weeks"? 
Seen it. "Two Moon Junction"? 
 Nope. "Red Shoe Diaries"? Been on cable already. "Like Water for 
Chocolate"? Damn, it's out. There just doesn't seem to be anything here 
that's hot enough for what I want... 	Without really thinking about it, 
Chris found herself heading toward the door at the back marked "Must Be 
18 to Enter". Strange, she thought. I've never rented -- nor even seen -
- an X-rated movie before. I must be hornier than I thought. Even with 
all of the sexual awakenings Chris had experienced since The Accident, 
the world of adult film had not been one of them. She had been living 
the experience without having to view it on a screen. Her curiosity at 
what lay behind the door before her combined with her horniness to 
create an unquenchable desire to find the most explicit video she could 
and then spend the rest of the evening in her milking chair, watching it 
over and over, masturbating furiously and setting new milk yield 
records. Anything to help the orphans, she thought wryly. 	As she opened 
the door, she was surprised to find the room to be larger than she 
thought it would be. Row upon row of cassettes with vivid packaging 
greeted her. The room was dimly lit, and contained a faint smell of old 
cigarette smoke. There was only one other person in the room. It was a 
young man, perhaps 22 or 23, in a leather jacket and jeans, peering 
intently at the shelves as if searching for a specific movie. 	How does 
one possibly choose from all of this? Chris wondered. She chose one of 
the racks at random and began looking at titles. She noticed immediately 
that many were permutations of established movies and TV shows. "Sex 
Trek: The Next Penetration"? Who thinks up this stuff? Chris wondered. 
She then read a title that made her giggle out loud. The young man 
jerked his head in her direction. His face had an embarrassed look on 
it. 	Chris felt the need to apologize. "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at 
you. Some of these titles are just so funny, that's all." The young man 
appeared to accept this; he turned away to resume his search. Chris 
noticed that he already had two cassettes in his possession. She was 
suddenly seized with a strong desire to know what they were. What kinds 
of videos turn guys on, anyway? she wondered. Maybe if I can see what 
he's got, it'll help me pick out something for myself. 	Under the 
pretense of continuing her own search for a title, Chris maneuvered 
herself nearer to the young man. As she got closer, she noticed that he 
was really quite handsome, not the trenchcoat-wearing stereotype she 
always had imagined frequenting places like this. He had sandy hair, a 
strong nose and chin, wire-rimmed glasses...What's a guy like this need 
with porno movies? Chris asked herself. He looks like somebody who could 
get the real thing anytime he wanted. He looks like somebody *I'd* 
like... 	She was almost standing next to the young man now. She noticed 
as she sidled closer that he was stealing more and more frequent glances 
at her, particularly at her chest. This knowledge caused her nipples to 
become so hard they ached, and her breasts to flood with warm milk. 
Finally she was close enough to make out the words on the cassette cases 
the young man held in his hand, and what she read nearly made her wet 
her panties. One movie was titled "Milk Mania", and the other 
"Magnificent Milky Maidens". The guy was into lactation! What were the 
odds of that? In that moment the hormonal onslaught won out; Chris knew 
she had to have this man. A plan formed instantly, unbidden. 	She waited 
until he began to reach for another cassette (this one entitled 
"Squirting Boobies III"), then she started to reach for the one 
immediately next to it. As he once more glanced in her direction, as she 
knew he would, Chris willed her breasts to begin leaking milk into her 
T-shirt. Two dark stains immediately appeared over her finger-thick 
nipples and began spreading rapidly. Chris withdrew her arm and pressed 
it against her bosom. She had timed the incident perfectly. The young 
man had seen it and was now opening staring. 	"Oh, dammit," she said, 
feigning dismay. "This always happens at the worst times." She 
tentatively dabbed at her chest, deliberating making her boobs jiggle 
slightly, then looked up into the young man's eyes, which were as wide 
as they could possibly be. "I'm terribly sorry. I hope I'm not grossing 
you out. It's just that I have so much milk that sometimes it just comes 
out on its own. Oh, jeez, just look at me." She began flapping the front 
of her shirt in an attempt to "dry" it, allowing the undersides of her 
breasts to flash in and out of view. The two stains joined into a single 
large one that spread out to cover most of her front. 
 Rivulets of milk began to appear on her exposed stomach. All the while 
Chris apologized profusely, pretending to be upset over her "accident" 
and frantic that it wasn't stopping. The young man stood transfixed, 
unable to either move or utter a word. There was a sizable lump forming 
in his jeans. Finally Chris asked him outright for a handkerchief. He 
produced one from his back pocket and presented it with trembling hand. 
Chris unfolded it and thrust it up inside her shirt, dabbing it across 
her oozing nipples, fussing constantly, pretending to be embarrassed. 
She had to be careful here, or she'd have an orgasm on the spot, and 
that would be messy indeed. She decided that her little show had had the 
desired effect, and so performed the mental ritual that shut down the 
flow of milk. 	She began to hand the hankie back to him, then thought 
better of it. "Oh, my, I've really gotten this wet. Tell you what, I'll 
take it home and wash it, then I'll send it back to you. What's your 
name and address?" 	Finally the young man was able to speak. "It is all 
right. You keep. I have others." His tenor voice was thick with a 
European accent Chris didn't quite recognize. This guy was obviously not 
from the neighborhood. 	"Well I don't usually take an article of 
someone's clothing without knowing who it came from," Chris said, 
smiling radiantly. She extended a hand. "My name's Chris." 	"I am Uwe," 
he said, pronouncing it "oo-vay". His mouth then dropped open slightly 
as he took her hand and realized that it was slightly damp with milk. 
Chris took note of that reaction -- arousal, not disgust. Good. 	She 
zipped up her jacket to cover herself. "I think it's stopped now. I 
apologize again. Believe me, I don't often meet men this way, especially 
in a place like this!" 	"Please, do not say more. You do not offend. It 
is...natural for this sometimes to happen, yes?" 	"Well, yes, but I 
usually have more control over it than this. Something must have 
distracted me," Chris said, letting a gleam come into her eye. "I 
couldn't help noticing your accent. Have you been in the States long?" 
	"Zwei Monaten. Two months," Uwe replied. "I am on holiday from Austria." 
	"Traveling alone?" 	"Ja." 	"Austria, eh? I've always wanted to visit 
Europe", Chris said. "Forgive me for saying so, Uwe, but this place 
isn't exactly listed in the Michelin Guide." 	He must have understood the 
reference, for he appeared to blush, although it was difficult to tell 
from his dark complexion. "Two months is long time without..." He let 
his voice trail off. 	There are times when poor command of a language is 
good, Chris thought. There's not as much room for subtlety. She cut 
through Uwe's building embarrassment by chuckling. "No need to explain. 
I'm here for the very same reason," she lied. 	Uwe's eyes widened again. 
"Excuse me, but I think that is not to believe," he said. "A woman so 
beautiful as you should not have to..." Again he did not complete the 
sentence. 	Chris risked touching Uwe's arm. He did not flinch. "That's 
very sweet of you. Are all the men of Austria as gallant as you?" Uwe 
did not answer, but he did smile warmly. "You know, I've never met an 
Austrian before. If I'm being too forward, tell me, but...if you'd like 
some company to watch those movies with, I'd be happy to oblige." 	"I do 
not know what means 'forward', but I think I would like that," Uwe said. 
She smiled again. Of course you would, she thought. What lactation lover 
wouldn't jump at the chance to live out his deepest sexual fantasy? Uwe 
wasn't so cautious about meeting strange women in strange places that he 
would flatly turn down an opportunity like the one Chris was offering. 
	"Great! And here I thought I'd be spending the evening alone. Tell you 
what. Let's pay for these and go over to my place. I, ah, need to change 
my shirt anyway." 	As Uwe followed her toward the front of the store, 
Chris could not help thinking of a puppy, nipping and drooling at her 
heels. For a moment she wondered if she wasn't doing something 
completely crazy, taking advantage of a young man's fantasies like she 
was, but her animal side was in full control now, and her only regret 
became that this young man would probably pop his cork way too soon....