Breast Pumping 101

Once she felt clean and dry, she put on just a token amount of clothing to lounge around in: a pair of panties and another tank top.

Alkim knocked on her door a few minutes later.

“What?” asked Kate.

“Are you ready to try the umm… the machine?”

Not really.

“Whatever, sure.”

He entered and sat down on her bed, bringing the breast pump and a bag of supplies she didn’t care to inspect.

For the second time in twelve hours, the pair were alone in Kate’s room. Also, for the second time, the pair were hyper aware of how weird this was going to get. Alkim opened the box and began reading through the instructions.

“Let me see that.” She grabbed the box but was disappointed to find there was no handy diagram explaining its use, and she didn’t feel like reading. “How does it work?”

“Well, you could try reading the instructions on the pump for yourself.” He tossed the little paper manual onto her lap.

“No thanks.” She tossed the manual back.

Kate wasn’t big on instructions, and, frankly, she could use his help with all this. At the same time, she still felt some desire for normalcy, and this didn’t feel like a normal activity for a childless woman to perform with her male friend.

No matter how much Alkim claimed to know about boob-science, receiving lessons from a guy on how to pump milk from her tits was a lot to swallow.

“What makes you so sure I’m gonna need this?” Kate pointed at the pump. “Like, what if last night was a one-time thing, and you got all the milk out?”

Alkim just sighed. “Kate, that’s not how lactation works. A tiny bit of discharge can be a one-off, but last night you produced way too much milk for that to be it.”

“And how would you know, huh? I haven’t seen you nursing any babies recently.”

“Well, for one, I read about it. Second, I used to work in the post-partum ward of a hospital, over in downtown LA. That was one of my volunteer hospital rotations.”

“Post-what?”

“Post-partum, it literally means ‘after-birth,’ so, the maternity ward.”

“Why didn’t you just say that?” Kate hated it when he used SAT words on her.

Alkim threw up his hands in annoyance. “I don’t know all the words you don’t know, all right? Some places say ‘maternity ward,’ my hospital used ‘post-partum.’ I’m just calling it what they called it, alright?”

“Fine, fine, fine. Sorry. So, what did you learn about pumping in that hospital?”

“Well… okay, so, a lot of my job was feeding formula or donated milk to crack babies, and this was a Christian hospital, so they were not super comfortable with male volunteers on the floor. That said, I think I learned enough from the lactation consultant. We could just start attaching the pump, but since you’re a new mom—er, I mean, you’re new to this—it might be best to start massaging your breasts first, get your flow started, and then we can start the pump.”

Is that really what the hospital taught, or is he just talking about lactation porn?

With him, it could easily go either way. Someone who knew how to do CPR might as well know how tits work, but she knew he had to be into this beyond mere medical intrigue.

“And how do I know this isn’t an excuse to feel me up?”

He sighed and pinched his nose in frustration. “If it’d make you feel better, I know of another way to get things flowing, without touching them.” She caught the faintest hint of a grin at the corner of his mouth.

Kate narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Give me a second.” Alkim pulled up something on his phone. “Just listen to this.”

His phone speakers started blaring out the wailing cries of an infant.

“What the fuck is this? Trying to **** me with baby sounds? Turn that shit off, dude.”

“Indulge me. Give it, like, thirty seconds.”

Kate rolled her eyes, but let him play out his little joke.

God, why do babies have to be so fucking loud and annoying?

“There better be a point to this.” Kate grumbled.

“I think I just made it.” He smirked and pointed at her chest.

“What?”

“My point, dammit! Just look down.”

Kate looked down, only to find a pair of dark patches on her tank top. Confused, she touched them with her hands, and they came away damp.

She was lactating again.

“EWW!” Her hands flew away from her chest, like it was radioactive. “What the hell, dude?”

He laughed. “Hey, you asked for proof, and I proved it. What you just did, that’s a natural response from a lactating woman to hearing a baby cry. It’s called the letdown reflex: the sound tells your brain to release oxytocin, which tells your mammary glands to…” He caught her glare and mercifully shortened his explanation. “Baby cries, boobs make milk to feed the baby, okay?”

“But I don’t have a fucking baby!”

“Well, your body doesn’t really know the difference. Plus, it’s not like people never feed each other’s babies. That’s pretty much why we even have a society.”

“Wow, thanks for the fucking sociology lesson. Super helpful. That’s definitely what I fucking need right now.”

Alkim chose not to address her sarcasm. “Anyway, what I’m trying to get at is that the letdown reflex doesn’t always require physical stimulation, it can just happen to you without anything touching them, especially if the milk has been building up for a while. It's been almost,” he checked his phone, “twelve hours since your last milking, so your milk ducts should be very full by now. That’s why I also grabbed you these.”

He tossed her a pack of something, and she read the label.

“Seriously? Pads?”

“Yeah, so you don’t soak your top if that happens. You're welcome, by the way.”

“Couldn’t you have given me these first, before I ruined this tank top?"

“It’ll wash out.”

Dick.

“The point is, I can help you with this. Whatever you need.”

At least I didn’t bother putting on a bra.

Kate sighed. “Fine, show me how it works.” Then she remembered how messy this could get. “But grab a towel first. Last thing I need is stale milk in my mattress."

Once Alkim had laid the towel out over her bedding, Kate sat down and peeled off her increasingly damp tank top. She was shocked to find the wet patches had each grown to the size of her palm.

Fuck, that’s a lot of milk.

And it was still coming, like a tap that wouldn’t turn off. She could see little drops of milk still beading up on her nipples and dripping down onto the towel.

“Shit! How is it still going?” asked Kate.

“That’s called automilk. It’s when your tits keep producing more milk without additional stimulation. And that means we have to get it out.” He reached into his shopping bag. “Also got these: **** wipes.”

“What for?”

“To clean the area around your nipples first, standard practice before pumping.”

“Why?”

“Sterilization, helps the milk stay clean longer.”

Kate gave him an incredulous look. “Seriously? Is that really a priority right now?”

Alkim threw up his hands. “Are you gonna fight me at every step of the way, or are you gonna let me show you how it’s done? And I wasn’t finished explaining: sterilization will help prevent you from getting any infections in your milk-ducts: mastitis.”

She wasn’t about to admit it, but that at least made sense.

“Whatever, just do it.”

Kate leaned back, supported by her palms, and let Alkim wipe her nips clean. The pressure he applied was enough to increase the light trickling of milk into sprays of tiny droplets. She looked away, clenching her teeth, trying not to react to the stimulation of her insanely sensitive skin. Only once he finished did she realize that she could have done this part herself.

“Okay.” Alkim tossed the wipes onto the towel. “Now, since the milk is already flowing, we can just attach the pumps.”

Kate hadn’t seen a breast pump before. The parts that were supposed to fit over her nipples reminded her of those oxygen masks that they bring out for safety briefings on airplanes. Those were connected to little collection cups, and to thin tubes that ran to a box that she assumed did the actual pumping.

Alkim plugged the box into the wall and held up the cups for her.

She took one and tried to attach it herself, but couldn’t quite get the angle right, and soon enough the thin sprays of milk coated her hands and the plastic part.

“Might have to wipe this down again, so it can seal on properly. Want me to do one, and then you can try the other?”

How nice of him to volunteer.

Kate resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Fine.”

Alkim wiped down the part, then her nipple again, and brought the suction-cup-thingy to her right nipple.

Kate managed to get the other one on much more easily.

“Good, now just hold the flanges there.”

Flange?

“The what?”

Alkim sighed, “The suction-cups.”

Kate held the suction cups to her leaking teats.

“Yeah, like that. I’ll turn it on now.”

He powered it up, and the motor began to whir.

“Ooooohhhhh.”

Kate was caught off-guard by the strength of the mechanical suction. Through the translucent plastic, she could see her nipples being repeatedly pulled in, along with most of her areolas. In, out, in and out. She hadn’t really realized just how much they could be stretched out like this, seemingly triple their normal length.

Each pull drew a few drops of milk into the collection cups.

Kate felt a strange tingling in her boobs, and much sharper stings on her nipples, like pins and needles poking little, tiny holes in her skin to let the milk out.

After a few more cycles, the number of droplets doubled, then tripled. Within minutes, each tug from the pump extracted a thin trickle of milk, but from her angle she couldn’t see how much had been collected already.

“How long will this take?” asked Kate.

Alkim answered without making eye contact.

“Varies, depending on the woman; how much milk she produces, how much her breasts can store, and how long it's been since she last pumped.”

“Soooo, how long?”

He shrugged. “Could be anywhere from ten to thirty minutes.”

“Thirty minutes?!”

He threw up his hands, as if to say, “What do you want me to do about it?” But managed the eye contact, this time, at least. “Obviously I can’t see the future here, but probably closer to ten, since I’m guessing you wouldn’t have too much stored up already, but we won’t know it's done until the milk stops coming.”

Ugh. How is this my fucking life?

Alkim checked his phone. Kate didn’t appreciate the reminder that her own hands would be occupied for maybe the next half hour.

“Do I seriously have to hold these for the entire time?”

Alkim checked the manual. “Not sure, but I don’t think the suction alone is enough to hold them in place without risk of spilling. But I know they make special bras just for that: nursing bras. They’d keep the pumps secure, and you could free your hands while the machine milks you.”

“Fuck, so I have to buy nursing bras in my new size. Ugh, the fucking bra-shopping never ends.”

Whenever they stopped talking, the whirring of the pump began to get on her nerves. She hated dead air. Her ADHD brain already felt like she’d already wasted way too much time sitting idle, and she was getting really bored.

Alkim checked his phone again.

Despite being a certified phone-addict, Kate felt weirdly offended that Alkim would rather dick around on his phone than watch her tits getting pumped, especially when she presently lacked the same freedom.

“What? You got plans or something?”

“Well, yeah, actually. I’m supposed to pick up Mikaella in the next thirty-ish minutes.”

“Picking her up from what?”

“Her cousin’s salon. She’s getting her hair and nails done.”

“Good, hopefully she’ll come back to us looking a little less basic.”

Alkim rolled his eyes. “Not every girl needs a million body mods to look pretty.”

“Not every girl, but definitely Mikaella. She could really use some spice in her look.” And some T&A.

Alkim refused to take the bait and instead changed the subject. “So, your last job before Karaoke; that was web design, right?”

“Yeah, and I quit that life. Job fucking sucked.”

“But was it really that much worse than Karaoke?"

“Yeah dude, I was here on a work visa. That fucking startup fucking treated me like a **** because they figured I couldn’t get work anywhere else. They tried to make me work like seventy hours a week. No fucking thanks.”

“Damn, yeah. That sounds awful.”

She nodded. “I’d much rather have assholes gawking at my body than ever work that much again. No more startup jobs.”

“Would you ever work in tech again?”

Kate shrugged. “Maybe something corporate, but I don’t feel like working right now, and I still have a few more months before I need to get another job to keep my visa.”

“Fair, fair. Buuuut, would you still hate it if I was the one asking you to design a web?”

That was unexpected. “Really? What the hell do you need a website for? Trying to make one of those resume sites?”

“No. Well, not exactly, and it’s not just for me. It's for me and Mikaella.”

That was even more unexpected. “Explain.”

Alkim averted his eyes and scratched the back of his neck. “We're going to shoot porn together.”

What?!

“You? Porn? Seriously?”

Alkim, the almost-doctor is going to do porn?

“Yeah.” He scratched at his scalp. “The idea just came to me after she sucked my dick for the second time. She seemed really into it, and her sugar daddy dropped her, so I knew we could both use the money. I floated the idea that we could just film her blowing me and earn some easy money pretty quickly doing something we both liked.”

“No fucking way. She said yes?”

“Way, dude. She agreed pretty much immediately, fifty-fifty split. We made an OnlyFans and everything.”

“Holy shit,” she murmured.

Though, on second thought, she wasn’t surprised at all that Mikaella had agreed to suck him off more.

Kate had witnessed more of that incident than she’d ever wanted, and parts of it were still seared into her gray matter: Mikaella gagging and swallowing like her life depended on it: the insane duration and incredible volume of Alkim’s cumshot: that hungry, almost feral look on Mikaella’s face as she’d lapped it up, and the sound of her moans when she drank the whole fucking jar of cum…

Kate was just glad he had Mikaella to siphon off his sex drive.

Alkim talked on, “Yeah, I figured that was a good start. I swear, I’ll start paying rent as soon as I can, but we should have our own site, right? A place that links to all our various pages, where we can post a tip jar and a wishlist, something to pump all the simps dry. Can you help us make one?”

This was maybe the third time he’d promised to start paying rent.

Kate sighed, “I can whip up something cheap I guess. How soon do you need it?”

“Whenever you get the time, we're recording later today, actually. But we could put up the site later, no rush.”

“Wait, wait, wait, you’re going to record a porno? Today?”

“... Yeah? I mean, we had this planned out, that’s why Mikaella’s getting her hair and nails done. We’re going to record her going down on me when she’s looking her best.”

“And dudes will pay for that? Aren’t there, like, millions of free videos of cute girls sucking dick out there?” Girls cuter than Mikaella…

“Oh, you bet your sweet ass they’ll pay! You remember Monica? Vicky’s friend?”

Kate nodded. Monica was no one special, just some stripper Vicky used to work with at some North Hollywood titty bar: somewhat attractive, but in that bland “common white girl” kind of way. Not the kind of girl that really appealed to Kate.

“Well, she started recording porn with her boyfriend, like, last year, and now they have enough for a down payment on a house in Van Nuys.”

“Damn, really?”

“Yeah, she told us it was more about building an audience, a community of people that are obsessed with you. So, Mikaella and I figured, why not? Gotta be better than waiting tables, or fucking gross, old dudes that can’t get laid without their checkbooks.”

She smirked. “So, you’re saying you'd rather get your dick sucked than work at Benihana?”

“No matter how this works out, I’m never doing service work again. Never.”

“Damn, Alkim, the sex worker. Guess the house finally got to you after all, huh? You were the last holdout, and now you're talking about shooting porn and seducing rich ladies for housing.”

“Huh. I guess that does make me a sex worker. Hadn't really thought about it like that. Figured I was more of an accessory, a live dildo for Mikaella to record with…”

Oh, Alkim, you young, naive, genius.

Kate was all too aware that, as much as that whole mess had disgusted her, she’d found it almost impossible to look away from the two of them going at it, especially from his insane climax.

It wasn’t hard to imagine a video of him erupting like that all over Mikaella would ensnare hundreds of online perverts, especially if they were straight. Hell, gay dudes would probably be willing to overlook Mikaella’s presence in those videos once they saw what Alkim was capable of.

Alkim was a genuine freak of nature, yet he didn’t seem to understand that if he did porn with Mikaella, the primary draw would not be his dollar-store ABG, it would be the insane loads of cum he splattered onto her, and the unmistakable joy she took in feeding her cum addiction on camera.

“Wow, dude, you’re really in it now. Next thing you know, you'll be in line at the Karaoke bar with the rest of us.” Kate began to chant, “One of us! One of us!” Unthinkingly she tried to pound her fists on the bed as part of the chant and ended up breaking the seal of the right pump. “Fuck!”

She stopped moving her hands just in time, narrowly avoiding a spill that would have definitely soaked her sheets with milk.

“Ugh, goddammit! I hate holding things like this.”

“Want me to do it?” asked Alkim.

She was about to tell him to fuck off, before she remembered they’d more than crossed that barrier last night.

“Sure, knock yourself out.”

Kate handed off the pumps, grabbed her phone, and started checking Instagram. She did her best to ignore him while he maneuvered the pumps back onto her nipples and pressed them into her swollen tits.

They stayed like that for a while. She found pumping was a lot more tolerable when she had something to do, like buying that nursing bra before she could forget.

But before long, her mind became stuck on the absurdity of Alkim and Mikaella recording porn together.

Two months ago, he wouldn’t let me tag him in a Facebook post because there was a picture of him holding a red solo cup. “I can’t let an employer see that!” Yet now he’s fine letting the whole internet see his dick?

She just couldn’t shake it, and that’s when she got an idea.

“Hey, Alkim.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think people would pay money to see me… pumping like this?”

Alkim's eyebrows furrowed. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, like, what if I could turn this inconvenience into income?”

“Wow… I just thought you were being sarcastic because I thought the answer was really obvious. Yeah, Kate, people would pay to see a hot, huge-titty, goth, Asian woman milking herself on camera.”

“Really? How much do you think they’d pay?”

He shrugged, “Don't have exact figures for lactation pornstars laying around, but you're in a very under-saturated market. There’s not a lot of girls that look like you that can do what you do.”

“I thought you said all women can produce milk?”

“Yeah, when they have a baby, but most new mothers aren’t big on getting into porn. I’d also guess that a lot of pornstars probably take a break when they give birth, and start lactating, or maybe their partners make them. But the exceptions to that rule can get a looot of attention.”

“Makes sense, I guess. Sounds like you really know the male pervert crowd, huh?”

He grinned. “Of course, it takes one to know one. But yeah, Kate, I think you could make serious cash just live-streaming this.” He nodded down at her tits. “Even more if you played with yourself at the same time.”

“Shit, I could do that.” Would Dana be into this? “And what if I got another girl to come on camera with me?”

“If you got another girl to suck your tits on camera? Shit, way more than solo play, for sure. Hang on, can you hold these again, I need to find something.”

Kate took the pumps back in hand, while Alkim searched around on his phone.

“Here, check this out.” He slid the phone into her cleavage, and took the pumps back into his hands, freeing her to look at whatever it was he was trying to show her.

It turned out to be a pornstar with some decent mommy milkers, and an absurd number of followers.

“Jeeeeez.” Kate whistled, far more impressed with the metrics than the woman herself.

“I know, right?”

“And she’s getting what, like, ten bucks a month from each of them?”

He nodded. “Fucking raking it in.”

“Do you really think I could do numbers like that?”

He shook his head. “C’mon, Kate, where’s your ambition? You’re, what, half her BMI, with even bigger tits. I think you could beat her numbers in a few months. Hell, you could probably steal most of her fans.”

Alkim had a point, this lady was way fatter than she’d ever go for. Kate was considering the potential.

Pervs online are easier to mute than pervs in the Karaoke bar.

“Alright, how about this. I’ll make a website for all of us, cross promotional style: in exchange you’ll let me use your cameras, help me set up the shoots, and help me corner the market on online milk-perverts. Deal?”

“Deal.” Alkim agreed instantly. “And I think I have the perfect name for you to use.”

“What?”

He grinned. “Goth Milk.”

They laughed together.

Not a bad idea. If I have to identify myself with these ridiculous things, that was as good a name as any.

Eventually the flow of milk diminished to a single drop every second, and soon after that each pull from the pump extracted no additional milk.

“I think we got it all,” said Alkim, turning off the machine.

“About fucking time, ahhhhh.” Kate sighed with relief at the sudden release of her tender nipples.

Alkim emptied the cups into a mason jar, sealed it, and checked the volume.

I hope that’s not the same jar he used to collect his load…

“Hmm, about eighty, eighty-five milliliters.” He seemed a little surprised at the amount.

“Is that a little or a lot?” Kate kind of expected more, especially given the sheer volume of her tits.

“Nah, normal amount.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive. Good color too.”

“Color? How can the color be good, it’s fucking milk-colored.”

He shook his head. “I need to send you, like, a blog or a subreddit, with some reading materials. Milk color can vary depending on the nutrient content, which can also depend on time of day, or on the needs of the baby. This seems very normal, not too thin, or too yellow.”

“Fascinating.” said Kate, deadpan.

“How about your boobs? Do they feel better now? Any decrease in pressure?”

“Well they don’t feel as tight anymore, but now my nips are sore as hell.”

His lips pursed. “How sore?”

“Like they just got chewed raw by a machine for a fucking hour.”

“It was only twenty minutes.”

She glared at him, then lifted both heavy tits to get a better look at her badly chaffed nipples. They were very red, unusually puffy, and uncomfortably sensitive on top of it all, thrumming with dull aches.

“Only twenty minutes?” Kate snapped. “Just fucking look at them now. No matter what I do with these things, it’s like I’m stuck between trading one uncomfortable feeling for another.”

“Some soreness is to be expected, especially since it's your first time pumping. It shouldn’t hurt that much once your nipples get used to it.”

“Get used to it?! That’s your genius medical advice? Isn’t there something you could do about this?”

“Like what?”

“You fixed it last night, didn’t you? Took the pain away? I want that, right now.”

The request surprised her almost as much as it surprised Alkim. His body went stiff, his face blushed red, while his eyes doubled in size and began nervously darting between Kate’s face and her freshly drained tits.

“Come again?” asked Alkim, in clear disbelief of his own ears.

Ugh, is he really gonna make me say it again?

“What, you suddenly shy now?” Kate stopped, remembering Hannah was still in her room, and presumably awake by now. She took a deep breath. “Can you please just suck on my nipples so that they’re not sore anymore?”

There was a long pause, where they both just let those insane words hang in the air.

Kate almost took it back, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. When she was rolling last night, she’d allowed him to suckle on impulse, and it felt amazing. This morning, her sober, gay mind found the memory revolting, but perhaps that was a mistake. Sobriety was not a good reason to shut Alkim out, the opposite really. She had to know if the best parts of last night were from the molly, or from him. She also needed to know if he really had the power to make the growth and lactation bearable, even pleasurable.

Alkim saved her from further introspection by agreeing.

“Ooookay, if that’s what you really want.”

This way, she didn’t have to explain her needs to him any more than necessary.

“I do.”

“Just really caught me off guard is all. Didn’t think you’d want me to do that again, sober, and I was kinda worried that you would be mad that I said yes last night.”

“Why? I asked you to, didn’t I”

“Yeah, but you were on ****. And no offense, Kate, but that’s never really stopped you from getting mad before.”

“What? Name one time I’ve gotten mad at you for doing what I asked.”

“That one party we went to together where you asked me to give you a back massage on the couch, in front of everyone, and then you got really mad at me later because everyone assumed I was your boyfriend.”

Oh. huh. Wonder how long he’s been sitting on that one.

“Fine, whatever. I’m not mad this time. I just want you to make it feel better.”

“Well, if I must suck on some titties to help my best friend, by the gods, I’ll suck it up.”

Kate, half chuckled, more just exhaled faster than normal. It wasn’t very funny, but she was glad he dropped his pretend ****.

She propped some pillows behind her and leaned back against her wall, allowing her tits to hang down near her lap, and placed a pillow in her lap so that Alkim could reach her nips without straining his neck.

He just sat there, calmly waiting for her to give the all clear.

“Just go until I tell you to stop.”

She closed her eyes and let him take the pain and soreness away.

It wasn’t long before she felt his hot breath on her sensitive right nipple. His wetted lips briefly nuzzled at the hardened nub before they enveloped the whole of her areola., and the weight of his head settled on her lap.

Then he began to suckle.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuck…

There was a brief spike of pain, but to her relief it faded almost instantly. It only took a few more moments before Kate felt the soreness on that side beginning to dissipate, in clear contrast to the inflamed aching in her left tit.

Whatever it was that he was giving her, it was working, and very quickly at that.

“Mmmmmm,” Kate hummed automatically.

Even without the excuse of being on a shit-ton of molly, having Alkim sucking on her tits felt unreasonably good. The other day, that thought would have made her deeply uncomfortable. Now, she was glad to know for certain, and even glad that he was as into her tits as he was. If he was the gay one, he probably would never have agreed to suck her tits into his pleasure-giving, pain-treating, anxiety-relieving mouth.

Alkim’s face was a little sweaty where it met her chest, and the stubble on his face was rougher than she liked, but there was no denying the power of the chemical relief coursing through her, relief that only he could provide.

Kate’s hands came to rest in his short, black hair, and she ran her fingers along his scalp. She wasn’t consciously intending to pet him, but it was something to do with her hands. So, she just ignored the heat, the sweat, and held him lightly to her chest.

Not that he needed any further encouragement, lapping and suckling away to his heart’s content.

“Is there any milk left?” asked Kate. She was idly curious about the newfound functionality of her breasts.

Alkim’s mouth popped off, “I don’t think so, maybe just a bit. But sucking them might cause your body to make even more milk.”

“That’s fine.” She didn't really care about the volume, that was his problem to take care of. “Hmmm. Can you switch to the other one?”

“Sure, Kate, whatever you want.”

Whatever I want… I do want that…

Alkim latched onto her other nipple. In a matter of minutes, all the soreness and tightness had left her behind.

Sure, he can be kind of a mooch, but I can't say he never helps out around the house. Even if he probably is the cause of all this lactation.

Ooooohhhh. Shit.

Kate wasn’t sure why she hadn’t connected those dots before, but now that she had, she was nearly certain it was the truth. But she wanted complete certainty.

“Hey, dude.” She patted his head, already a little damp from perspiration.

“Hmm?” he mumbled in acknowledgement, keeping his mouth on her nipple.

“Did you do this to me?” she asked.

His lips unsealed so he could speak. “Do what?”

“Make me like this.” She squeezed her tits together with her elbows, in case he wasn’t sure what she was referring to. “Did you make them grow?”

Alkim bit his lip. She half-expected a denial.

“I think so.” He half-confessed.

“You think so? How can you not know for sure?” Kate’s words were accusatory, but her tone was oddly toothless. She never even stopped running her fingers through his slick hair.

Should I be mad? No, not until I hear him out.

“It’s complicated.” He sighed and removed the pillow, resting his head on her bare thighs so they could see each other’s faces without her breasts getting in the way. “I didn’t know I was doing anything weird until you pointed it out to me last night. Only after you asked me how I was making everything feel so good.”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“But I must have been doing something for days without knowing it, or nothing would have changed, right?”

“Makes sense.” Kate agreed, idly playing with his hair.

“I still don’t understand how the power works. I know I’m making chemicals, somehow. But at the same time, I can’t really control them, not completely, at least. As far as I can tell, it’s like my body just makes whatever it thinks my brain wants.”

“Whatever your brain wants? So, just big, milky boobs?” She couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all; the revelation that he was such a boob-guy that his chemistry powers would do this to her without his conscious mind ever pitching in.

Alkim looked up at her, puzzled. “You’re really not mad?”

“Eh, it’s not your fault”

“Well yeah, but I thought you didn’t want them getting any bigger.”

“I don’t, but if you didn’t do it on purpose then why should I be mad?”

Kate was also still grateful that he saved her from a trip to the hospital last night, but she didn’t want to inflate his ego any further, or give him something to lord over her during their next argument.

“Yeah, but I think you’re right. Well, actually, this morning, I did figure out how to do one thing.”

“What?”

“I made my own Adderall, internally.”

“Holy shit, really?”

He grinned, “Yeah, it was fucking nuts, such a rush. Woke me right the fuck up, dude.”

Fuck yes! That could be a game-changer.

“Well don’t hold out on me, man, I want my prescription filled too.”

“Sure, I can do that.” He licked his lips, then abruptly stopped and looked back at her. “But only if you’re okay with the potential side effects.”

Now the choice was hers to make: awesome **** and huge tits, or sobriety and normalcy?

Kat didn't take long to decide.

Whatever side-effects his chemistry has on my body, the main effects more than made up for it. Having to milk myself daily might not be so bad if he’s the one doing the milking, instead of that stupid machine.

“I can deal with the side effects, if you promise to help get me through them.” She squeezed her tits together between her elbows.

You broke them, you buy them.

“I promise, Kate, I’ll help you get through any and all side effects, whatever you need, whatever you want. And I promise to do whatever I can to figure out these powers, for the both of us.”

Oh shit, that’s right. If he learns to control this power, there’s no telling what kinds of fun we could get up to…

Kate leaned down and hugged him tightly, partially smothering him in the process, not that he minded.

She let him go and breathed a sigh of relief, as though two huge weights were lifted from her shoulders. Whatever happened next, she wouldn’t have to deal with it alone.

Alkim brought her back to the situation at hand. “Soooo, how do you want me to deliver your prescription?” He smiled unabashedly, his eyes darting between her face and her chest.

Oh, right. Mouth, or tits?

Kate wasn’t sure which would feel better right then.

“Don’t care, dealer’s choice.”

Alkim chose tits.

The more he suckled, the more uppers entered her system, and the more uppers he gave her the better she felt. Once she hit that perfect combination of relaxed, alert, and horny, she abandoned any notion of ever asking him to stop.

Unfortunately for Kate, Alkim’s phone began to ring.

His mouth unsealed from her tit with a pop, and he moved off her chest. Kate sat back up and watched him answer that call.

“Okay, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, bye.” He hung up and turned back to Kate. “You all good now?”

“Yup. I’m good, focused. Think I might get started on that website now.”

“Perfect,” he got out of her bed and stood up, ‘cuz I’ve gotta go pick Mikaella up from the salon.”

“Okay. Have fun.”

Have fun?

“Thanks. We’ll probably be in her room for a few hours. Just let me know next time you need any help with… you know, and I’ll come around as soon as I can.”

“Count on it.”

Alkim grabbed the jar of milk, closed the door behind him, and left to pick up his personal pornstar.

Kate, now fed, drained, and medicated, shifted over to her desktop and got to work on a web layout. She made a section for the models: Alkim, Mikaella, and herself. On a whim, she added a page for Vicky, just in case she wanted in on this new business of theirs. Then Kate’s thoughts drifted from her friends to her boob-hungry date from the other day.

What would Dana think about all this lactation? Sure, she really liked my boobs, but would she really want to drink milk from my nips?

Alkim seemingly couldn’t get enough of the stuff, but Alkim was a guy. He probably saw them as a sign of fertility in a mate, or whatever bullshit straight men looked for in women. Kate liked boobs herself, but getting squirted with milk from her date’s boobs was not a fantasy of hers.

Fuck it.

Kate: Hey
Kate: Guess what I can do now?
Dana: ???

Kate took a quick video of herself squeezing out just one droplet of milk from each tit, and sent it to Dana.

Dana: OMG
Dana: MOMMY!
Dana: Sorry
Dana: MOMMY!
Dana: Sorry
Dana: MOMMY!

Well, alright then. Dana likes milk.

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