Sexually Transmitted Expansion Ch. 07

Monday, October 18

Charlotte sat in the small waiting room of the campus health clinic, some paper towels crammed inside her pocket in case she sprung a leak. Her phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her purse, an aching sensation in her chest that she desperately wanted relieved. Kim's mouth had been glued to her nipples all weekend, and Charlotte couldn't help but feel she'd left the weekend having vastly improved her sexual prowess.

[7:55AM] Derek: Hey, I missed you yesterday. I thought we might want to see each other today.

She'd been avoiding Derek since he'd canceled on her last minute a few days ago. It wasn't intentionally or vengefully -- it was more that Kim had opened a new part of her mind that she might otherwise have kept shut forever, and she wasn't quite ready to go back to Derek, as amazing as the sex had been.

[8:07AM] Charlotte: I started lactating over the weekend I guess. At the doc now

[8:10AM] Derek: Oh, goodness, are you okay?

[8:10AM] Derek:...pregnant?

"Gosh dangit," she muttered under her breath as she put her phone into a pocket on her jeans, noticing the slowly-growing wet spot on the front-right side of her white blouse, having leaked through her bra. The milk had been coming in faster than the other day, but only was dribbling now because her sports bra was overly tight and rubbing against her nipples. Her breasts had gotten bigger due to the milk coming in, and most of her old B-cups weren't cutting it anymore. The wet spot was only partially obscured by the umber thigh-length cardigan she wore around it.

Luckily, she'd come prepared, after leaking through her sports bra in the middle of yoga the previous day. As she reached for the paper towels in her left pocket, she noticed a wet blot on the other side as well. She hastily crammed them down both sides of her shirt, not bothering to check if anyone in the office was watching. As she buttoned her cardigan shut, she heard a voice.

"Charlotte?" The matronly, middle-aged woman called her name.

Charlotte nodded and got up, following her through the door. The nurse grabbed her height, weight, and vitals before the doctor arrived. A scrawny, elderly man, with an unfortunate hairline, who seemed to have no patience for his own job.

"So I understand this has only been happening a couple of days?"

"Yes. It started during... uh..."

"...sexual relations?"

"Yes." She turned pink.

"Are you pregnant?" He asked, wasting no time.

"No."

"You're sure?"

"The test was negative."

"You might have done it wrong. Or a false negative. We'll order a blood panel." He scribbled on his clipboard for a moment. "It says you're on birth control. How long have you been taking it?"

"Three months or so."

"Hmm..."

"Any family history of endocrine disorders?"

"I... don't... think--"

"What about breast cancer?"

"Not that I know--"

"Have you ever had nerve damage?"

"No, no, none of that."

The grumpy doctor sighed with exhaustion and said "Let's get you a mammogram as well."

* * *

"Your blood work will be back in about 24 hours. The mammogram will take about two weeks to get results. We'll call you on the number you gave us. In the meantime, I don't think it's necessary to alter any medications or behaviors, as long as nothing hurts. Probably avoid alcohol until the bloodwork comes back."

Charlotte couldn't help but feel like this had been a massive waste of time, but she was somewhat comforted by the lack of discernible panic on the doctor's face. Almost to her annoyance, she'd been getting gradually wetter and wetter despite the entirely un-sexy atmosphere of the doctor's office and the man examining her. On the way out, she stopped in the bathroom to express some milk into the sink, and stopped by the pharmacy to pick up a hands-free breast pump she could use while studying, which Kim had suggested, apparently being somewhat of an enthusiast on the subject. Charlotte knew more than she cared to about pregnancy, childbirth, and lactation, due to her large family, and she knew that a pump would only increase the supply. But it was nice to at least stop the dripping for a while. She'd figure out the logistics later.

After telling Kim how the appointment went, she remembered she hadn't answered Derek.

[10:22AM] Charlotte: 99.9% sure I'm not pregnant, but we'll see in about 24 hours if anything else comes up.

[10:22AM] Charlotte: Are you free now?

[10:23AM] Charlotte: Sorry I've been quiet this weekend. I'm dripping wet

[10:23AM] Charlotte: In multiple places, apparently

She headed home while waiting on a response, knowing she needed to change her shirt anyway. She began to unbox the breast pump she'd bought at the pharmacy when her phone buzzed.

[10:47AM] Derek: Sorry, Mondays are super busy for me. Both class and work. I can see you tonight, though. 7PM?

[10:47AM] Derek: Missed you, by the way.

[10:48AM] Charlotte: You missed me? I'm flattered.

[10:48AM] Charlotte: I missed you. Especially a certain part of you.

[10:48AM] Charlotte: 7PM sounds good.

She subconsciously rubbed herself between the legs as she responded to Derek, imagining the wonderful feeling of fullness he provided -- the one and only thing she missed from her romps with Kim. She threw away the trash from the breast pump and flipped through the instructions. She stripped her cardigan and shirt off, attaching each of the cups to her nipples and flipping the power on. It felt... good. Really good. Gentle and effective. This would make studying, despite her patience for it reaching nearly zero recently, easier to manage.

The pump wasn't necessarily arousing in and of itself, but within a few minutes, visions of Kim's gentle lips sucking on her nipples began to invade her mind. Predictably, this caused the juices between her legs to start flowing. While studying, she took the occasional masturbation break to clear her mind. Kim had bestowed upon her her first vibrator, knowing she would have a hard time going and buying one herself, or knowing what to order online. Despite Charlotte's initial protests, it was a lifesaver today. It was a small, silver bullet vibrator, and certainly was the silver bullet for her urges today. She couldn't decide whether to think about Kim's skilled exploration of her body, and the raw masculinity that Derek exuded, and the power over her he had.

She got out the picture of herself drenched and filled with cum that Derek had taken of her last week, and was able to relieve herself in record time. Her breast pump allowed her to catch the mess, as she seemed to leak when she got horny. Some part of her decided it was wasteful to just dump it out, and she poured it into a pitcher in the fridge after each masturbation session.

Somehow, she managed to get a couple of assignments done that she really should have done over the weekend, and decided she was done studying for the day. The last time she got herself off, she decided to get her phone and take a picture of herself using the vibrator as she lay there in bed. She took about ten photos from different angles -- something she'd never done before in her life. She took off the breast pump and got a couple shots with milk streaming through the air, being careful not to include her face in any of them. Right as she was about to cum, she sent a few of the best ones to Kim.

[2:37PM] Charlotte: <4 images>

[2:37PM] Charlotte: Missing you really badly, right now.

Her photo session had delayed her orgasm long enough, and knowing that her friend might masturbate to her pictures pushed her over the edge. She moaned loudly as she climaxed. Her body seized and her toes curled as she put her left hand on her chest, her hips bucking in pleasure. Before she could see her friend's reply, she passed out in her bed, vibrator turned off, but still in her hand.

[2:51PM] Kim: holy

[2:51PM] Kim: can I come over???

[2:54PM] Kim: hello???

[2:58PM] Kim: I'm so horny right now

[3:07PM] Kim: I'm coming over

Charlotte awakened about 20 minutes later to the sound of knocking at her door. She awoke in a panic, not expecting company. She got up, threw on her green bathrobe, and checked the door, before flinging it open. "Oh, hey," She laughed, bashfully, remembering the photos she'd hornily sent before orgasming so hard it turned off the lights. "Sorry about --" she began, but was cut off by Kim wordlessly walking in and shutting the door behind her and wrapping her arms around her kissing up her neck, making Charlotte weak in the knees.

"I missed you, Lottie," She said in a breathy whisper. "I don't have much time but I need you."

"I... nngh... thought you were in class?" She managed to say between moans as she backed up with Kim until she was leaning against the back of her couch.

"I was. I don't care." Kim snaked her hands through Charlotte's robes to caress her lower back and pull the two closer together. "I'm glad you're making good use of my present. But I bet you miss my touch."

"I've actually kinda... worn... myself..." Her words slowed as Kim left scarlet lipstick marks down her chest and belly that became less brightly colored with each kiss. Her knees nearly buckled as Kim's tongue lightly flitted against her clit, and she didn't need any more convincing. "Oh, goodness, I've missed you, too." Kim stood up after about 30 seconds with a hint of a smirk on her face and began to disrobe, throwing her black skirt and panties to the ground. They walked around to the front of the couch and Kim began to grind against one of Charlotte's inner thighs, which was already dripping with lubrication.

"Looks like you've been busy today."

"I'm becoming a sex addict," Charlotte responded, laughing slightly, and then suddenly furrowing her brows with a moan as Kim slipped a finger in, using her other hand to get some milk flow going.

"It's amazing how much you make as soon as you get horny," she said, repositioning herself on the couch so she could finger and suck simultaneously.

"Y-yeah, I've been pumping it out all day..." the redhead moaned in reply, a response which clearly got Kim really going.

"You got a pump?!" She asked, wiggling her finger upwards towards Charlotte's G-spot, just lightly enough to tease her.

"Yeah, it's been helpful, but it also really makes me horny..."

"I fail to see the problem with that," Kim grinned, resuming her talented fingering, making Charlotte putty in her hands. She sucked on her nipples, getting far more milk than last time, continued to finger her. She moaned as she fingered and sucked Charlotte, getting her closer and closer. Then, as Charlotte's moans reached a new height, Kim began to moan loudly as well, as if she were about to cum, and she rubbed her thighs together, still focused on pleasuring Charlotte. Suddenly, Kim's eyes clamped shut and she moaned loudly as she sucked, hard, on the other nipple, her hand still going in and out of Charlotte skillfully. Realizing that Kim had gotten off without even touching herself, just by pleasuring Charlotte, she felt a sudden exponentially-rising warmth in her clit and throbbed around Kim's hand for what felt like a solid minute. The two of them both laid there together, breathing, panting, and gradually calming down in postcoital bliss. Kim gently sucked on Charlotte's nipples as they lay there, both of them enjoying the closeness.

When lucidity returned to them both a few minutes later, they sat up next to each other, Kim leaning on Charlotte's shoulder. "That was... amazing."

"I barely touched you," Charlotte said, "and you still came."

"I know!" Kim said enthusiastically, back to her goofy self. "I'm so glad they didn't give you an anti-milk pill at the doctor's."

"I don't think that's how any of that works, but I'm not a doctor."

After exchanging some bashful smiles and kisses, they both got up. Kim noticed the full breast pump cups laying on the ground next to her bed and walked over to it, lifting it up. "Are you going to just dump this out?"

Charlotte laughed. "No, but that's been sitting there for at least an hour. You should check the fridge."

"Oh my GOD!" Kim said, pulling the pitcher out that had about a liter of thick, creamy, cold breast milk in it. "I'll bring the pitcher back," she said, closing the fridge.

"What?!" She said, surprised she'd want to just drink it straight, but laughed a little bit and relented. "Oh, fine. Just don't tell anyone."

"I wouldn't dare." Kim got dressed and picked her purse up off the floor. "What are you up to tonight, by the way?"

"Oh, just... a project," she said, not exactly wanting to say she still had a booty call scheduled with Derek that same day. "A group project. Gotta hate them, right?"

"Ugh, I know, they're the WORST!" Kim said. "Darn, I was hoping I could see you again, later. I think I'm addicted." She smiled and clutched the pitcher in her hand.

Charlotte blushed. "I know... I wish I could, too." As she escorted Kim out with a smile. She felt wrong about lying, but Derek was just a friend with benefits, and it's not like anyone was dating anyone. And she didn't want to risk destroying the smile on Kim's face.