Life goes on

As time went on I still struggled to remember much of my life before I was ****. Charlie's family doctor came by to see me and said it was unlikely that I would remember much more. Charlies' family was kind of bigshots in town. His dad owned the factory where probably at least half the town worked. He even paid the doctor in cash. I saw him handing him a big fat envelope with what must have been at least 10 000 dollars. Even though I had pretty much nothing I tried to make the best of it. After all, I had Charlie.

I didn't have any friends of my own as far as I was aware, and when I asked Charlie about it, he said he never really meet any of my friends that he could remember. It seemed like I was starting over in life. Charlie worked an office job at his dad's factory, and for most of the day, I was home alone. Not that I wasn't busy. Keeping the apartment clean, making dinner, and pumping my breast every 4 hours kept me occupied.

After about 2 months of pumping during the day, and having Charlie suckle at my breast morning, mid-day, and evening I was seeing results. Just over the course of a few days, my cus size went up from a D to an E and suddenly I was getting an opaque liquid forming droplets on my nipples. Charlie said they tasted different too. In the morning they felt prickly. Like your leg when it falls asleep. Charlie scooted over and suckled me in bed like every morning, and to our great delight droplets formed on my other breast. Just a few days later and I was full-on lactating. I pumped almost 100 ml from each breast while Charlie was at work. A week later it had doubled, and now I really felt it. My breasts were heavy, they felt full each morning. Charlie was drinking from them, properly, I could both see and feel a difference before and after the nursing sessions. It felt so good when we did it. It was something special to be able to give something off myself to him. I felt so close, so bonded to him as he lay there suckling on my breasts. He looked so happy, so, pleased.