This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com FINAL REPOST: Lactogenesis LVII LACTOGENESIS LVII: THE RETURN HOME Christine dropped her carry-on onto the pile of luggage that had gathered just inside the entrance to her apartment, and sighed heavily. The floral print dress she was wearing, a few souvenirs, some undeveloped photos in the camera, and some very unusual memories were now all that remained of her sojourn to Jamaica. She was very glad to be home. Chris had decided to stay only two more days in Negril -- the amount of time it took to rearrange her travel schedule -- following her less-than-optimal experiences with Jonah Ballwin's party, the cab ride back to Negril, and getting lost in the jungle. She'd decided to convert her return cruise ticket into airfare and cut short her stay at the hotel for fear Jonah or Edward, or worse, the Woman in Red Satin or one of her goons, would come knocking at her door. The carefree vacation she'd planned had turned into anything but. The stress of her adventures had played havoc with her endocrine system, to the extent that she was having less and less success controlling her lactation. At one point during the flight back, a baby in the row ahead of her started to cry, and instantly she'd found her blouse clinging to her, wet through with breast milk. She'd had to drape a magazine across her stupendous bosom and retreat to the cramped lavatory, where she spent the next half hour draining her overactive breasts into the sink while her blouse dried out. She'd been grateful that the blouse's color did not show dried milk very well. Now she hoped that a return to normalcy in her lifestyle would cause the same to happen to her mental control over the sexual juggernaut The Accident had transformed her body into. The apartment smelled of potpourri, and was immaculately clean, just as it had been after Chris's return from her last long absence, which was her hospitalization following The Accident. Silently she thanked Sherri for keeping an eye on the place. At the thought of her, Chris felt a little pang in her heart, her breasts, and her cunt. Suddenly she realized how much she had missed her friend and confidante. Part of her wanted to run over to her apartment right that second, but most of her was just too tired. She went to her refrigerator and opened the freezer. Sure enough, front and center was a pint of Ben & Jerry's with a note shouting "WELCOME HOME!" in red marker attached to it. Chris smiled and her eyes brimmed with tears of relief at being back home in one piece and gratitude for Sherri's thoughtfulness. She plopped down at her kitchen table, ice cream and spoon in hand, and reached for the "play" button on her answering machine, which was blinking madly at her. The counter read 22 messages. Gee, I hope Sherri reminded Jeremy and everybody that I was going to be out of town for a while, she thought. For a second she considered just punching "erase" and blotting them all out, but then reconsidered. Wearily she pressed the button and waited while the tape rewound. As she feared, the first seven messages, spaced over two days, were from Jeremy. The first couple were simple questions about some upcoming appointments with Lac-Station clients. The next two were admonishments about having missed those appointments. The next two were quite angry, amounting to essentially "Where the fuck are you?". The last one from him was basically Jeremy firing her from the Lac-Station. The very next message was from Sherri, who was apologizing for neglecting to tell Jeremy about the vacation. She said that she'd spoken to Jeremy and that all was forgiven. Chris had mixed feelings after hearing those messages. She hadn't liked the way Jeremy sounded. Maybe it was time to leave the Station... The next several messages were from old clients of Chris's. Most of them were calling out of the mistaken notion that she was sick; the messages were basically get-wells. A few mentioned that they couldn't wait to experience the taste of her milk once again before hanging up. A couple were considerably more suggestive, and one or two actually made her grimace in disgust. She'd have to make sure someone else in the group got them next time. There were calls from all of the other staff of the Lac-Station except for Eleanor, which didn't really surprise Chris; she and Eleanor weren't really very close. When she heard Monique's voice, Chris expected another beratement (she and Jeremy were of the same mind when it came to running the Station), but instead was surprised when it turned out to be a good wish for a happy vacation and a suggestion that the girls get together informally after she got back. Several of the messages that followed were of plans and counter-plans for a welcome-back party, finally culminating in a time and place two days hence that could accommodate everyone's schedules. The final message, timed only an hour before Chris's arrival at her apartment, was from Sherri. It started as an apology for having used the apartment for a wild party the night before. Come to think of it, Chris thought as she sniffed the air, I do smell marijuana underneath that potpourri. She mentioned having broken a vase that had been a gift from Jeremy. Chris just shrugged and smiled. She laughed out loud when Sherri promised to return the sheets from her bed as soon as she'd finished laundering them. "The salad oil is proving a little difficult to get out," she said. Sherri's apology soon turned into an admission that she missed Chris more than she thought she would, and then she began going into exquisitely filthy detail about what she wanted to do with Chris as soon as they could be alone together. As Sherri described a favorite activity of theirs -- pressing their four nipples together and combining their streams of milk into a single torrent rivaling Angel Falls -- Chris felt herself getting wet. She freed her bosom just in time for milk to begin dripping from her erect nipples. She grabbed two hand towels from the sink and placed one on her chair and the other on the table in front of her. With the abandon born of being back in familiar, safe surroundings, she masturbated lustily, replaying Sherri's last message twice as she did so, forming her words into visions of deliciously wicked couplings to come. And come she did, soaking both towels simultaneously with different fluids. By the time she'd finished cleaning up, the pint of Ben & Jerry's was gone, and all the phone messages erased. Even though it was only the middle of the afternoon, Chris was very tired from her travels. Her body seemed to know it was back home and so could completely relax. She'd take a quick nap, and then call Sherri. She was still asleep six hours later. <> ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Previous article | Next articlePost a response | See list of articles