Lisa's Milk Problem Ch. 01 Version 02

In this alternate rendition of 'Lisa's Milk Problem Ch. 01,' meet Lisa, a stunning 31-year-old single mom. Raising her 3-month-old daughter, Paige, isn't her only challenge; Lisa is plagued by persistent and painful lactation complications due to a rare condition of congenital narrow ducts. With conventional treatments failing her, Lisa's nearly at her wit's end--until she encounters Jason, a certified lactation consultant offering an unconventional solution. Prepare for a narrative that begins softly but steadily climbs into unexpected and intense territory as Lisa not only seeks relief but also embarks on an exploration of her own untapped facets of womanhood. I would appreciate your feedback!

CHAPTER 1

Lisa, a single mom to her 3-month-old daughter Paige, lived in the quiet town of Elmsworth, nestled amidst a serene countryside. She was 31 years old, 5'11, and huge 36H breasts that hung spectacularly on her slim frame and were a striking testament to her womanhood and fertility.

Lisa was a reserved woman. Having moved to the town of Elmsworth just over a year ago, she found it challenging to make friends. Her natural shyness, compounded by the trauma of her past relationships, made dating particularly difficult, even during her high school and college years. And yet, there was an understated beauty about her. Always with her gaze lowered, she would walk past people, not seeking attention despite being the kind of woman who would unknowingly draw it. The allure of her quiet charm was not lost on the men around her. Many longed for just one glance in their direction, a fleeting opportunity to strike up a conversation or even ask her out. But Lisa was preoccupied. A brief relationship had resulted in her becoming pregnant. But when she needed support the most, her boyfriend abandoned her upon learning about the pregnancy. Now, as she took a break from work to care for her daughter, Lisa navigated the complexities of single parenthood. The thought of dating again seemed even more daunting given everything she had been through.

Lisa was undeniably the prettiest MILF in town, maybe even the entire county or the state. Her beauty wasn't just in her captivating green eyes or her lovely face, but in the harmony of her entire physique. Particularly notable were her 36H breasts, which, given her slender yet curvaceous frame, stood out prominently. It wasn't just size but the natural, gentle sag, accentuated by her post-pregnancy changes, which added a certain allure. Her breasts, crowned with rose-tinted areolas, were like those of a lactating mother at hear peak. Resting on these areolas, her responsive nipples stood out at 1.5 inches long in their natural state, were the color of soft, dusky pink, cradled by the slightly darker shade of her areolas. She also had an amazing butt--not too big, not too small, but soft and handful. Perhaps, she had the perfect level of feminine hormones combined with being blessed genetically.

Lisa was facing an unusual problem in her life right now. Engorged and aching with knots of milk underneath, her breasts had become a source of both discomfort. She had tried various remedies, but the engorgement persisted. Each day, the engorgement weighed on her, a relentless presence that refused to relent. It was a sensation of fullness that bordered on painful and longing release. Lisa's frustration deepened as she tried massages, hot compresses, and even expressing milk manually, but the engorgement persisted, undeterred by her efforts. She was already failing to feed Paige enough milk, and lately. The doctors advised her to use baby-feed formula and advised some pumps and massagers, hoping this would resolve in a few weeks. Lisa followed the instructions. A week passed, but there was no change in her condition. When she would try feeding Paige, she would suckle, but the milk was just not coming out. Something was wrong, but she didn't know what. She often cried and felt like a failure as a mother.

She finally gave up and switched Paige to a total formula. After completely stopping Paige from even try to suckle on her, Lisa's breasts got even more engorged and painful. Not having a mouth to feed made milk seep out at random times. She was just surviving on heavy painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs. She tried using the breast pump for relief but it hardly sucked out anything. It was endless nights of trying several kinds of breast pumps. They worked by different mechanisms--pulled her nipple out with each cycle, sucking them in tubes, there was also one kind where the tube contained another tube that squeezed her nipple as it sucked to mimic a baby's mouth. No result. It was hardly a few teaspoons of milk drawn into the reservoir after an hour of pumping, and her nipples got sore. She also tried massaging her breasts and hand expressing. That didn't work either. She had to go to bed in pain and she ended up with many stained sheets at night. She was just surviving on heavy painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs. Lisa had a feeling something was deeply wrong with her breasts. She had heard of the engorgement issues many mothers experienced, but what she was going through was on a whole different level.

Desperation had led her to explore numerous options, from over-the-counter remedies to traditional treatments. She sought counsel from her doctor, who prescribed medications and massages. Yet, none had provided the relief she so desperately sought. As her frustration mounted, Lisa's tears flowed freely, a testament to the emotional toll this engorgement had taken on her.

She decided to seek a second medical consultation. Upon arriving at the clinic, Lisa was taken into an examination room. The doctors began with a thorough physical examination. They meticulously studied her breasts, held them in various angles for the microscopic ultrasound --a special device for this situation. It became evident to Lisa that they were taking an unusually long time in their examination, spending more time than necessary on the micro-ultrasound touching her breasts in different spots. The extended handling of her breasts and their lingering glances hinted at their perverse intentions and their underlying, growing arousal. It wasn't hard for Lisa to deduce that her distinctive lactating breasts had aroused a particular interest in them, crossing a line from professional curiosity to personal lust.

After the series of tests, with Lisa sitting half naked on the exam table with her beautiful large breasts and nipples pointing forward on grand display. The team of male doctors, using a detailed breast diagram on the white board, started explaining her unique condition. One doctor pointed out, "You see here, Lisa, your breasts are producing a bountiful amount of milk. However, they're encountering difficulty in releasing it all."

Another added, gesturing at a specific area on the diagram, "The problem area is primarily here, in the ducts throughout, but even more so beneath the areolas where these ducts empty into the lactiferous sinuses."

The lead physician then chimed in, "Lisa, given the unique attributes of your breasts and the pronounced size of your nipples, we pursued further investigations, including the special micro-ultrasound probe that we used all over your breasts and nipples. Your milk ducts, which transport milk towards the nipple pores, are distinctly narrower than usual. Those narrowings in your ducts are what's causing a significant bottleneck, making it harder for your breasts to release all the milk. Imagine it as a traffic jam, with no way for the milk to flow smoothly." Unfortunately, in your case this problem is congenital.

Nodding, a colleague further elaborated, "You see, human milk comprises several components, including fats which can be compared to butter in consistency. In a typical scenario, this 'butter' remains dissolved in the milk, thanks to regular emptying. However, in your case, stagnation is causing the solid component to separate. This results in an even further narrowing of your already restricted ducts, especially in the lactiferous sinuses." He pointed towards the specific area underneath the areola on the diagram for clarity.

Now, things started to fall into place for Lisa. The revelations began to shed light on why her issue was so unique and severe. It felt like discovering a missing piece of a puzzle. Why the consistent engorgement? Why the persistent pain? Why her experience as a nursing mother was so different than others? It all made sense now. This newfound understanding, although overwhelming, was a relief in some way. It was like she had been handed a crucial piece of information that had been kept from her for so long.

The doctors kept on talking and Lisa tried hard to focus on what they were saying, but the information was dense, and she was on the brink of zoning out.

As she sat bare-chested on the examination table, she began to notice a few of the doctors standing somewhat awkwardly. Some were strategically positioning their clipboards over their hips for an uncomfortably long time. The realization was sharp and unmistakable: they were trying to conceal their evident erections. It became clear to Lisa that they were deliberately dragging out the explanation of her condition just to steal extended glances at her exposed form. Feeling both embarrassed and uncomfortable, Lisa's patience wore thin. She indicated her desire to leave, no longer willing to be subjected to their lingering gazes.

At the end of that consult, Lisa walked out with a prescription from the nurse at the front desk. It was nothing new. Advil, which was also available over the counter, and breast pump, which she already told them was not working.

A few days later, during a regular catch-up call with her friend Ellie, Lisa's troubles naturally came up. "I don't know what to do anymore. I've tried everything, and nothing seems to work. It's affecting every aspect of my life."

Sensing Lisa's despair, Ellie said, "Lisa, I saw a sign for a lactation consultant while I was driving down Main Street the other day. Maybe you should consider giving them a call?"

Lisa hesitated, her skepticism evident. "Ellie, I've been through so many consultations. Do you really think this one will be any different?"

Ellie, wanting the best for her friend, replied, "I can't say for certain, Lisa. But sometimes, a fresh perspective is all you need."

Taking a deep breath, Lisa thought about it for a moment. "Alright, I'll give it a thought. I just don't want to get my hopes up for nothing."

By the next day, Lisa found herself in pain again. Feeling helpless, she took a couple of pain medications, Advil. Remembering Ellie's suggestion, Lisa searched the internet for the clinic's phone number and decided to call and set up an appointment.

A man with a deep and soothing voice, marked by the distinctive lilt of an African accent, answered the phone. He introduced himself as Jason. Before Lisa could muster the courage to broach the subject, Jason's empathetic tone seemed to create a safe space for her. "It's alright to share whatever's bothering you. I'm here to help," he assured her. With a hesitant breath, Lisa finally found the strength to discuss her milk problem, a topic she had been so reluctant to broach with strangers. Jason's understanding and non-judgmental response further comforted her. "You're not alone in this," he gently stated, "We'll find a solution together." Upon arriving at his office a few days later, Lisa remembered the reassurance from their phone conversation. Encouraged by their phone chat, she stepped into the clinic. The space was warm, cozy and inviting, with soft lighting and plush seating. The room was adorned with soothing colors, and the scent of lavender hung in the air, creating an atmosphere of calm and comfort. As she waited in the softly cushioned chair, Lisa's heart quickened with anticipation. Her engorged breasts, trapped within the confines of her bra, throbbed with discomfort, a constant reminder of the challenge she faced.

A tall, 6'2" black guy, lean and muscular exuding strength, walked out of the consultation room door, "Hello, Lisa," he said, his African accent voice resonating with kindness, "I'm Jason Watts. You can call me Jason. You told me about the discomfort you've been experiencing on the phone. I'm here to help."

His deep, dark skin gleamed under the office's gentle lights, contrasting sharply with Lisa's fair complexion. His well-defined jawline, intense eyes, and broad shoulders gave him a commanding presence. Lisa, having dated only a couple of white men after college, was surprised by her own reaction to him. A small flutter in her stomach hinted at an unexpected attraction.

Clearing her throat, Lisa tried to refocus. She was here for professional help, after all.

His eyes held a wealth of knowledge and understanding, and his confident yet gentle demeanor immediately put Lisa at ease.

Taking a deep breath, Lisa began to describe her ordeal in intricate detail, recounting each measure she had undertaken, every medical consultation she had, the array of remedies she tried, and the slew of professionals she had met. As she delved into her narrative, it became apparent how much she had grappled with and the depth of her desperation. "I've tried everything," she concluded, her eyes imploring, "but nothing seems to work."

He paused momentarily and then asked, "Lisa, would you be comfortable if I examined your breasts? It'll help me understand your situation better."

She took a deep breath and gave a slight nod. "Alright, just please be gentle."

With her consent, Lisa reached behind and slowly unclasped her bra. The tag on the inside was clearly labeled "36H." As she released her breasts, they flopped down, their significant size and weight evident. Offering her left breast for examination, Jason took a moment to appreciate the sheer magnitude of her bosom. So voluminous was it that it dwarfed her head. Jason, who had always had a strong affinity for breasts, felt his pulse quicken. He hadn't anticipated being this affected because he saw breasts so often, but the sight of her mammoth, milk-filled assets was a sight to behold.

Approaching professionally, he began his examination. His fingers brushed against the moistness of her nipple, signaling her body's readiness to feed. The sensation sent a jolt through Lisa, who hadn't expected her nipples to be so sensitive. As Jason rolled the pliant tissue between his fingers, palpating her areola and feeling the underlying milk cords, Lisa's breath hitched. This touch, though clinical in nature, sent a sudden, undeniable wave of arousal through her body.

Jason, after explaining each step to Lisa, wheeled over a cart that held the same specialized device she had seen at the previous clinic. "It's important to be thorough and use the best tools available," he remarked, locking eyes with her for a brief moment.

Jason picked up a bottle of cool gel, and looking into Lisa's eyes, he gently inquired, "May I?" indicating he was about to apply it. She gave a subtle nod, granting him permission. "This gel will help the ultrasound probe glide smoothly and provide clearer images," he explained. Lisa was familiar with this process from the previous doctor visit. He started by applying a cool gel to Lisa's taut areola, which made her gasp softly. With gentle hands, he then spread the gel over the expanse of her full 36H breast, ensuring every inch was covered. Holding the handheld probe of the microscopic ultrasound, he meticulously glided it across her skin, first focusing on the plump underside, then moving up to the curve of the top and finally lingering on the sensitive sides. Occasionally, to get a clear view of the trapped milk knots deep within, Jason had to press the probe deeper, exerting more pressure. Each time he did so, Lisa winced slightly, the sensation verging on painful. "Sorry, I need to apply a bit more pressure to get a clear visualization," he said, his voice low and soothing, trying to ease her discomfort. Lisa nodded, appreciating his delicate approach, but the discomfort was undeniable.

The device's screen showed a magnified view of her intricate milk ducts. Lisa, despite her initial apprehension, found herself entranced by the dance of lights on the screen, representing the complexities of her own body. Jason concentrated on areas where he could visualize knots of milk trapped deep within her breast. Jason continued the examination, occasionally pausing to make notes or take measurements, especially around her swollen nipple and the surrounding areola.

The professionalism of Jason's technique, combined with the intimate nature of the examination, created a palpable tension in the room.

Jason, too, was not immune. The sensation of her warm, ripe breast in his hand and the responsive reaction from Lisa made it harder for him to keep his composure, but he maintained his professionalism, ensuring Lisa felt safe and valued during the examination.

It was time to discuss the findings. Lisa put her clothes back and sat down.

"How does it look?" she inquired.

Jason, noticing her unease, began with a reassuring tone. "Lisa, I know you've faced numerous challenges with this issue. It's evident in your voice and your demeanor. I have an unconventional method, but it's grounded in the anatomy and physiology of how our bodies have evolved."

Lisa settled into the chair, her gaze shifting nervously around the room, before settling on Jason. He seemed poised, exuding a calm and professional demeanor. With a slight clearing of his throat, he began.

"Lactation, Lisa, is a complex physiological process. Within the breast tissue, we have what we call the mammary gland, a network of ducts and lobules. The milk is produced in the lobuloalveolar structures and stored in the alveoli."

Lisa tried her best to focus on Jason's words, but his explanation, filled with terms like 'myoepithelial cells', 'ductal elongation', and 'hormonal influences', quickly became overwhelming. She started to zone out as he delved into the intricacies of prolactin and oxytocin.

She thought about her past appointments, the endless advice, and the disappointment. As Jason continued with his lecture, Lisa's mind drifted to the awkward encounters with the previous doctors and the discomfort she felt around them. The room seemed to blur around the edges as she lost herself in her own thoughts. She thought Jason's words initially sounded eerily similar to the lectures of previous doctors, as a feeling of déjà vu washed over her. It was as if Lisa's thoughts and Jason's voice began to merge, creating a lulling hum in her ears.

Lisa's focus realigned just as Jason was talking. "In your case, especially with a diagnosis of congenital narrow ducts, traditional methods might not offer the best solution," Jason adjusted his glasses, looking contemplative.

Lisa perked up, "Yes! That's exactly what they said. "So what's the solution, Jason? I need to know!"

"Absolutely," Jason responded, "and it's crucial to consider that diagnosis when exploring treatment options. Congenital narrow ducts can make your situation particularly challenging."

"In cases like yours....", Jason, looking contemplative, continued "... sometimes the mainstream methods aren't the only answers. We often find that blending modern knowledge with older practices can provide results."

Lisa sat back, considering. "So, are you suggesting something like acupuncture or homeopathic remedies?"

Jason nodded thoughtfully. "Those could be options. For instance, acupuncture has been known to stimulate certain points in the body and might alleviate engorgement. And some herbs have been historically used to reduce milk supply or help with lactation issues."

Lisa seemed skeptical. "I'm not sure about acupuncture... and herbs? How effective are they?"