LACTOGENESIS XXXVII: 

THE PREPARATION 
 
 The five women of The Lac-Station walked down a long hallway toward the 
back of Jeremy's huge home, with Jeremy himself leading the pack. As 
they walked they exchanged excited speculations about who their mystery 
client might be and what exactly they would be asked to do to earn the 
five-digit sum Jeremy had mentioned they would be paid this night. 
Eleanor remained mute, her grip still tight on Chris's hand. This small 
crowd exuded excitement; one could almost smell the pheromones in the 
air or the sweet warm smell of the milk that had already begun leaking 
from several of their breasts in response to the mutually elevated 
hormone levels they were all experiencing. It was as if their separate 
endocrine systems were galvanizing into a single entity that would 
synchronize their upcoming actions and transform them into a unified, 
purely sexual being. Even Jeremy was not immune to this; he was as 
aroused as he could ever remember being, and was having trouble walking 
because of the tumescence in his crotch that was so intense that it had 
actually become painful. He was the victim of a chemical siren song that 
his body was finding impossible to resist. 
 They reached a part of the house that was all tile and light colors. 
Jeremy indicated a door. "Through there is the locker room and showers. 
Our client has requested that you all disrobe and shower there, then put 
on the robes she's left for you and go through the door at the far end. 
I'll join you in the room beyond. Don't take too long!" He winked, 
turned on his heel and continued off down the hallway. 
 Sherri pushed open the door and the rest followed her in. They entered 
a miniature version of a well-appointed shower/locker room like one 
might find in an upscale health club. At the front was a changing area 
with roughly a dozen lockers, padded benches, and an area with two sinks 
and a large mirror (fogged over at the moment). At the rear was a large 
open shower area with four gold-plated shower heads, two on each facing 
wall. The walls glittered with a mosaic of tiny turquoise and white 
tiles flecked with gold leaf. The air was warm and thick with humidity; 
it smelled lightly of disinfectant. The lockers were assigned, so each 
went to her own and opened it. Inside each found a thick white towel, a 
fluffy floor-length white terrycloth robe, a pair of sandals, hangers 
for their clothing, and a small case containing various toiletries, each 
tailored to the individual taste of their owner. 
 Sherri whistled. "Man, whoever this is sure did her homework." She held 
up two small bottles from her toiletry case. "These are my favorites!" 
 "Feel these robes!" Janine marveled. "I'd love to cuddle up next to a 
fire dressed in nothing but this." 
 "I'm sure you'll have that chance," Chris said. "Let's not keep our 
benefactor waiting, shall we?" The high humidity caused Chris to want to 
get out of her restricting garments, so she began disrobing. The others 
followed suit. As they finished removing their last vestiges of 
undergarments, something made them all stop cold. They realized that 
this was the first time they had all seen each other in a state of total 
undress. They gazed in mutual admiration at each other. To a woman their 
skins were flushed with their arousal; their pussies glistened with 
moisture; and nipples were erect and in most cases tipped with a droplet 
of milk. 
 "My goodness, will you look at us!" Janine said. 
 "Indeed, I am impressed," Monique added. 
 This gathering was indeed one of superlative feminine architecture. The 
added bonus of their all becoming engorged only added to the splendid 
combination of curves and hollows. Breasts thrust out proudly, stretched 
tight with the liquid within; shapely buttocks tensed with excitement. 
Seeing themselves naked had only served to kick the level of arousal in 
the room up a notch. 
 Chris walked into the shower, her own fantastic breasts so full and 
hard that they didn't jiggle one iota with the slapping of her bare feet 
on the tiled floor. She went from one shower head to the next, turning 
them all on and directing the sprays toward the center of the room. Soon 
steam filled the area. The women ran headlong into the downpour, 
giggling as the needle-hard streams struck their bodies, which had been 
made sensitive by their arousal. 
 Instead of soap, small crystal bottles filled with a golden liquid sat 
in the soap trays. Chris poured the contents of one into her hand, and 
instantly a warm, earthy, wonderful smell greeted her. The lotion's odor 
was like that of wildflowers crushed beneath and mixed with the juices 
of a couple wildly fucking in a green secluded meadow in early summer. 
As she rubbed it into her skin, the fluid erupted into clouds of thick 
lather that felt like liquid silk. The feel and smell of it had a strong 
aphrodisiac effect; Chris felt her skin grow more sensitive to her touch 
as she lathered herself up. She felt herself begin stroking her breasts 
and pussy, but she also felt oddly detached, as if someone else were 
controlling her hands. The effect was scary and incredibly erotic at the 
same time. She couldn't help but go with it. 
 The mysterious potion was having the same effect on the others. They 
had their heads thrown back and eyes closed as their hands roamed over 
their bodies, turning the lotion into foam. Soon hands began moving from 
their own bodies to others, and within moments all five women were 
exploring each other with their fingers. As the rushing water rinsed 
away the lather, mouths fell upon the newly exposed skin, licking and 
kissing, occasionally playfully nipping. Hands caressed breasts, teasing 
nipples and coaxing the occasional spurt of milk from them. Fingers 
separated labia, briefly sliding across erect clits and causing their 
owners' thighs to quiver and jerk involuntarily. A chorus of moans 
formed a rich polyphony that reverberated from the hard walls of the 
room. The warm water was causing many of the women to let down their 
milk; it flowed and even sometimes spurted from their hard nipples, 
mixing with the water and often disappearing onto an outstretched 
tongue. 
 Soon Janine had Chris in a tight embrace, her hands each firmly 
gripping a buttock, her face lost in the expanse between Chris's 
breasts. Her muffled cries of disbelief at her own horniness were lost 
in the sound of the rushing water and the moans of her colleagues. One 
of Chris's hands was firmly ensconced in Sherri's pussy, capturing her 
clit between her fingers; the other was doing the same to Monique. 
Sherri and Monique were leaning across Janine's back, wildly French-
kissing while their trembling hands tugged and twisted each other's 
nipples, sending jets of milk across Janine's body that were quickly 
washed away. Eleanor flitted around the outside of this tight knot of 
squirming pulchritude, stealing kisses and caresses, licking or stroking 
any projection or orifice that would come into view, all the while 
masturbating with abandon. 
 The groans, laughs, and shrieks of their mutual passion rose to a 
crescendo that drowned out even four shower heads at full blast. Five 
women came, amazingly, at exactly the same moment, for a few seconds 
almost mimicking the Buckingham Fountain as milk shot from their nipples 
and juice flowed down their legs. In Chris's case, the water on the 
floor beneath her was completely displaced by her ejaculate, which must 
have been a record for sheer volume. Their orgasms (or was it a single, 
achingly drawn-out one shared by them all?) fed off of each other -- 
each woman was even more turned on by the sights and sounds of passion 
emanating from the others, and so their cumming continued far beyond 
their normal experience, until they collapsed in a heap on the shower 
floor, gasping for air and coughing as water found its way into their 
open mouths. 
 Chris was first to recover. "I knew we were horny, but this was beyond 
horny," she panted. "I never believed in aphrodisiacs before, but I'm 
willing to bet that whatever is in those bottles is the real thing. I 
felt completely out of control of myself as soon as that stuff touched 
my skin." 
 Eleanor nodded her agreement. "I never act that way. I felt like 
something had taken over my body. Something wonderful, I might add." 
 "I hope our client will let us take some of this stuff home," Janine 
said, as she fingered one of the exquisitely carved bottles. 
 "I would use it very sparingly, if I were you," Monique said. "We 
emptied all the bottles, and look what it did to us." 
 "I think we've kept the lady waiting more than long enough," said 
Sherri, pulling her wet hair back out of her face. "Even with what we 
just did, I can't wait to get in there." She pointed to a door at the 
far end of the shower room whose outline was just barely visible in the 
pattern of the tiled wall. 
 They turned off the showers and padded back to the locker area, their 
bodies dripping with water and a little milk, their skins reddened by 
the heat of the shower and the aftereffects of the aphrodisiac lotion. 
As they toweled themselves off, they continued giving each other looks 
of affection and admiration of each others' assets -- no doubt a 
lingering effect of the lotion as well. On impulse Janine stretched her 
hand into the center of the room in the gesture sports teams use before 
going out onto the field. One by one the women put their hands one atop 
the other into the center of the circle, which they then broke with an 
enthusiastic yell. 
 They hurriedly donned their robes and sandals, dabbed their pulse 
points and cleavage with their individual perfumes and, with Sherri in 
the lead, tentatively and with almost palpable excitement walked through 
the shower area and opened the tiled door to the room beyond.