This choice: Begins lactating again! Find a bucket! • Go Back...Chapter #6Lactation Emergency! by: Unknown This addition originally by System_Crash.
Rena pushed her thoughts and concers aside, taking the package and walking into her living room where she set it down on the table. At first, she was curious and was going to open the package, but even as she turned to go and get something to cut the tape she began to notice something. Her breasts were starting to feel heavier. Rena paused, looking down at the large cleveage that now protrude from her chest.Rather stifly, she put her arms down at her side, puffing her chest a bit so her breasts protruded even more before quickly swaying side to side. As Rena did, she felt her breasts having more lag, and she defiantly heard a strange sloshing sound. Her hands moved from her sides to her breasts, holding one in each hand as she gently squeezed them.
It definatly felt like her breasts were getting fuller, but how could that be. She had just emptied herself before the package woman arrived. She couldn't produce milk that fast, could she.Still, as if in response Rena began to feel a discomfort in her breasts, and she coiuld actually feel the skin of her mammaries pushing against her hands. They were filling up, and doing it quickly. Rena began to panic, she could actually feel them getting heavier, and as they filled her breassts began to protrude out further and turned from a pair of soft mounds to tightly stretched, round spheres of skin.Rena cringed a bit as she walked over to the kitchen, searching beneath her sink before quickly finding a bucket. Still, some part of her made her put the bucket back. Her milk, actually tasted pretty good She hadn't ever been a big fan of cow milk, though she still drank it the stuff wasn't on the top of her list of things to get.
Still, her milk was different, it tasted better, and Rena found herself wantingn to taste it again.So, after putting the bucket away Rena went into one of the cupboards and pulled out a large mixing bowl. She then took the bowl, which was easily large enough to hold all the liquid, and went over to the table. She sat down, taking her shirt off and letting her breasts hanging over the bowl as one her hands began to search for her nipple. Her nipple, however, was flat and normal, and Rena couldn't get any milk from it, even as the pressure of liquid inside her began to reach a more painful level.Rena paused to think, trying to remember what she did that morning to get her nipple to harden. It was then she realized that she had been licking herself, the part of her that was cat wanting to clean herself of the milk. Mindlessly, Rena tried to lift the breast to her mouth again, but it had swollen to much She would have to encourage the nipple another way.Finally, after sitting thinking for a moment Rena got an idea. She lifted her fingers to her moth, licking them and getting the tips of her pointer and middle finger really wet before reaching back down and starting to massage her nipple.
Rena shivered a little bit of this. Since she wasn't under the control of her cat natured cleaning she could actually enjoy some of the pleasure that came from massaging, or basically feeling herself up.Still, it began to work, the nipple starting to harden before releasing the sweet milky nectar into the bowl. Rena smile, bring her finger back and licking it again just to get a small taste of the milk before she continued massaging, encouraging every drop of milk out of her breasts. Thank god that she worked at home and only telecommuted to work. She also didn't have a lot to do that day, a couple reports to fill out and a presentation to make for her supervisor. She had to get together with her coworkers every Monday for staff meetings and project reports, but it was Wednesday, so she had a while before she would have to face them. After a few minutes Rena's right breasts was oncec again empty, and she began to work on her left.
The milk flowed slowly, her nipple giving it up in a slow, small constant stream that slipped down into the bowl. Her hand, simply getting wet by the milk it was around, continued to rub and gently pull on the tit, encouraging more and more of the milk to sneak out. Finally, twenty minutes after she had started, Rena was once agains dry and she sat back from her table, hands mindlessly rubbing her breasts together as she enjoyed the pleasure coming from them for a few more minutes.When she was done, Rena slowly opened an eye and looked at the breast milk. The bowl itself wasn't even that large, consider it was a very large bowl she used when baking anything. Still, she guessed there had to be at least a glass full in the bottom, and instead of letting it go to waste she picked the bowl up and began to drink.The milk really did taste wonderful, a little creamier then common milk, had a sweeter taste, and just something else about it. It was kind of personal, like a meal you cooked yourself. Even if you did something horribly wrong, and someone else might think it tastes disgusting, you can still say its all right because you made it, and something about that makes it better to you. Maybe the same was with her milk. Milk was all right by itself, but because it was HER own milk it tasted a little, heck a lot better.Rena down th bowl full, smiling as she licked her lips and caught any dripples that had slipped past the seems of her mouth. She then stretched and yawned, getting up from the table and glancing over at the package. She'd open it later, once she finished work.With that Rena walked into the small room she had turned into her home office, sitting down and looking out her window before getting to work. It was a little awkward typing with her breasts blocking the view of the keys and brushing against her arms. Still, she managed, having become such a good typist she really didn't need to look at the keys.
Rena always like working at home because she blew through the work quickly, didn't have to worry so much about people interrupting her, and there wasn't any commute.Still, an hour later Rena felt that her breasts were full again, and the front of her shirt was starting to show small wet points were her nipples were now struggling to hold back the pressure. Rena, starting to feel the pain from the pressure, got up and went back to the kitchen where she went through the same ritual as before, milking herself into the bowl and then, when it was all said and done, drinking the milk down. Still, as Rena finished she noticed that there seemed to be a small bit more milk then before. She then just dismissed it as a strange trick of the light before going back to work.The day went much like that, Rena able to get in an hour worth of work before she have to take twenty to thirty minutes to milk herself and then drink down the slowly increasing supply of milk. By three o clock, when her work was done, Rena found herself gettting full again, and went to the kitchen to once again milk herself. Since she had done it so many time that day Rena had gotten very good at getting all the milk out quickly, but even as she sat massaging her nipples, topless in her own home, she had to wonder what would happen if she didn't milk herself.Finally, with her breasts emptied and the milk from them drank Rena went into the living room, going about her usual Wednesday routine of doing some exercises, watching a bit of television, and doing her usual weekly round about the house with the vacuum. Still, each of these small tasks were inhanced, at least in Rena's opinion, by her breasts.During her work out, as she jumped, swayed, and bent her breasts followed if only a little delayed, sending waves of sensation along Rena's spine. They rubbed against each other in her now tight fitting work out shirt, rubbing and swaying and driving Rena wild. Still, as it had been all day, an hour after she had milked herself Rena felt hre breasts filling up again, in which she went back to the kitchen, emptied them, drank the milk, and then went to the living room to watch her favorite television shows before vacuuming the house.By the end of the day, Rena had probably dranken three galloons worth of milk.
Still, even as she changed out of her clothes she could feel her breasts starting to fill again. Were they going to do this all night, wake her up every hour to be milked. Rena didn't think about it, and feeling to lazy to go get the bowl decided to try doing what she had done that morning.Lying naked in her own bed, which was all right since all the blinds were pulled shut, Rena lifted one of the breasts to her mouth and began suckling it, using one hand to hod up the soft, warm breasts as he rlips and tongue worked to remove every drop of milk. She sat there, purring sligtly as she felt her tongue playing with her hardened nipple. Still, after indulging herself on her left nipple for a while Rena went to the right, drinking and playing with it until both breasts were empty. Then, with a smile on her face and a little milk on her chin, Rena slipped under the covers, not bothering to put any pajamas on before slipping off into the land of dreams.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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