Get Milked

Maria extracted herself from Lois, leaving the reporter to wonder at her own breasts. Thin white fluid was still dribbling from her nipples—something Lois had never seen before, not with her own body. The nipples didn't look particularly dark, and she knew she wasn't pregnant...but she had heard that some women could lactate given the right stimulus, even if they weren't knocked up.

Is that what the crystal did? Was this breast growth all the result of the nipple piercing causing her to lactate? Lois had her doubts. She knew that breasts could grow when lactating, but so much, so soon, seemed fantastic...but more fantastic than her new-swollen mounds?

The reporter gave her left breast a slight squeeze, gasping at the sensitive flesh. The red crystal on her nipple piercing still glowed, and a drop of blood was visible against the pale, swollen flesh from the fresh wound. The pressure within her chest was increasing, especially around her nipples, which were stiff and starting to ache, the aereolae looking puffier than normal. Lois hesitated, not sure what to do...which is when Maria returned.

In her hands she held something like a clear funnel attached to a moulded plastic bottle, with a rounded ergonomic handle on the back.

"One of the dancers had her baby a few weeks ago," Maria explained as she pressed the funnel of the breast pump to Lois' right tit. "She uses this to get a little relief on her breaks, and to keep the milk flowing. There are people that like that sort of thing, you know..."

Lois didn't say anything. The pressure inside her tits was becoming painful, like having gas but in a place Lois had never experienced it before. Worse, part of her was fixated on Maria's words—were there people that would suck the milk from a mother's titty? Yes, of course. Men with a fetish, willing to pay good money to relive a rare experience... Lois imagined what it would be like, body still sore from giving birth, shaking her ass, leaking tits swaying before hungry adult mouths in some VIP lounge...

The cup didn't engulf Lois' whole breast; couldn't, even, with how big her milkers had become, but Maria managed to fit it around the puffy areaola and stiff nipple...and began to crank the handle. Lois gasped at the sudden pressure outside her breast, the nipple growing even more taut. She thought she was going to explode...and then she did.

Fine thin streams of milk splurted out from her ducts, splashing against the sides of the clear cup. The reporter moaned in appreciation at the sudden release as her engorged breast discharged. They stayed like that for the next few minutes, Maria pumping gently to keep the pressure up, and Lois being milked. It was an odd, intimate, wordless moment, and the only thing that detracted from it was the pain in Lois left breast, which was not being milked. She was just about to suggest Maria switch up when the redhaired barmaid pulled the pump from her swollen teat with a wet schlump.

"All full," Maria said, holding up the cup of creamy white liquid.