I Want To Be Milked

The words came out so easily. Lois stared at the pink swirls on the screen, and they just appeared in her brain. It made complete sense. Why else would she want huge breasts? Milkjugs. She wanted to lactate. Wanted to squeeze her huge milkbags, feel the white liquid burst out of her nipples in little streams. Maybe she'd be at her desk with one of those little suction-cup machines, let it purr away as it mechanically pumped the white goodness out of her impossibly fat tits as she typed away at an article.

"I can see that," Maria said as she squeezed the reporter's breasts. Lois had lost track of time, but now the reporter could feel that it took two hands for the young woman to squeeze one tit. Lois felt faint, thirsty, but her breasts were swollen taut, sensitive, the flesh stiff. They were already so big and heavy, each one as big as her head. "You know they say all women can lactate, if they have enough stimulation? There are chemicals that can help...hormones...but a woman doesn't have to be pregnant."

Lois lost track of the words for a moment. The pink swirls caught her attention again. Fleeting shadows of pornography. Women sprayed milk on the screen from their breasts, the nipples dark. Some of them had modest breasts, barely swollen from pregnancy; others had that post-pregnancy sag. The breasts were pendulous, heavier toward the nipples, stretched and almost hanging off the chest, the nipples bigger and darker. Some of them weren't spraying, just leaking. White drops with the pink swirls moving in and out of focus.

When the reporter remembered to blink, faded back into the here and now, she felt like something had changed in her breasts. Some gear had shifted. The black nurse was back and took Lois Lane's left arm; Maria took her right. Between them, they carried the top-heavy reporter back to the small office with the hospital bed.

"Maria says you'd like to try the lactation program," the nurse said. "We can start you on the solo therapy, or would you like to try our milking group?"

Her head was still fuzzy. Whenever Lois closed her eyes, she could still see those pink swirls. Vaguely, she realized her breasts hurt, and her pussy was absolutely dripping, thighs wet. Yet the nurse's words helped to focus her. She was being offered a choice.