Stimulate Milk Production

The grass was moving. Lois could perceive it clearly, if she just let her eyes relax so that she could take in the whole three-dimensional effect. There was something there, she knew, some riddle if she could just make it out...and it was hard to maintain the right degree of not-focus, because the nurse was talking.

"...stimulates the growth of the milk glands. Now, you may not be expressing just yet, but we'll want to get you hooked up and test that."

Lois nodded, absently. There was a pattern to the movement of the grass.

Distantly, she noted the suction to the rear had been turned off. Didn't resist when Maria lifted her arms, to give the nurse access to the reporter's hanging teats. Lois could feel the weight of them, dragging her down against the straps of the harness that kept her suspended.

She was aware—perfectly aware—of the Maria rubbing the clear, medicinal ointment on her nipples. Felt the cold chill as Maria held the stainless steel cups with the black rubber seals and clear plastic hoses in place. Then, the whir of the motor, the sudden pull of the suction at her breasts.

Lois almost lost it then. She struggled to relax, to stay calm, to let her mind stay fixed on the pattern of green grass and green trees, green mountain and green sky in the field—because he felt if she lost it, if she let the distraction overtake her tranquility, she might never find it again.

It was like turning a vacuum on yourself, feeling it draw at your skin—except more powerful, and in a more sensitive area. Lois winced, already sensitive swollen teats being draw on painfully by the suction, engorged nipples being sucked into the cups.

A minute ticked by, and then two. Lois recovered herself. It was still uncomfortable, the suction, but bearable. The grass was moving again...and there was a pattern to it. Not the grass itself but something behind the grass, moving through it...and once Lois saw that, she saw it was moving through everything. The field, the fence, the forest, the mountain, the sky...

"Nothing yet. She may need a little manual stimulation."

The nurse and Maria edged into Lois' view. She felt hands on her tits—each woman, grabbing a breast with both hands, near where they met the reporter's torso. Hands placed on either side, the fingers couldn't touch.

"Long, slow strokes, narrowing down to a squeeze at the end" the nurse demonstrated, running her hands down Lois' right breast, pushing the flesh in front of her down to the suction cup. "The tissues are very active, we've had good success in getting expression started with the other subjects."

Maria gave it a try. Her hands were very soft, except for calluses on the fingertips. Lois felt tension drain out of her, muscles in her shoulders relaxing a little as the two women pulled gently but firmly at her hanging teats, suction playing at her nipples. A lowing moan escaped her lips, quite un-selfconsiously, and she didn't even feel strange about it now.

Moooo...

The pattern was a kind of radiance, moving behind the static outline of the green grass. Lois felt herself...not break through, but slip deeper into whatever frame of mind she was in. It was like staring at a MagicEye and seeing the 3-D picture, and then finding there was another one beyond that...and that radiance came from a single point, a green sun, a swirling point of emerald light that moved through everything...even Lois... and as they tugged as her teats, the naked reporter felt a deep sense of peace.