LACTOGENESIS XX: 

THE EXAMINATION, PART TWO 
 
 Sheila stood up and looked down at her dripping breasts. "Look, I'm 
like you now." She began moving back up toward Chris's heaving chest. 
"You should be pretty relaxed now." 
 Chris felt like the skin covering her bosom would split from the 
pressure inside it. "Yes, oh, yes," she intoned. "Drink from me. Taste 
me..." At that, thick streams of white liquid began welling up from 
Chris's nipples, spilling down over the sides of her monumental mounds 
to form growing puddles under each armpit. Sheila fell upon Chris's 
breasts, licking and sucking as if it were her last meal. Milk ran 
freely down Chris's body, off the edge of the examining table, and began 
pooling on the floor. Sheila continued drinking, but there was more than 
she could consume. All Chris wanted to do was to keep squirting, keep 
squirting until there were no more fluids in her body at all. The fact 
that she couldn't use her arms or legs only intensified the feelings in 
other parts of her body. She came again solely from Sheila's 
manipulations of her breasts, and this time she heard the splashes from 
her cunt strike the hard floor. Her entire world was concentrated in her 
brimming boobs...or was it? What was that new hardness between her legs? 
Chris looked down at Sheila; both her hands were accounted for. She 
looked further down and gasped aloud. There, expertly positioned between 
her splayed gams, with a firm, healthy erection poised at her gaping 
hole, was none other than her trusted physician Dr. Frankenmuth, looking 
thoroughly unprofessional with his pants gathered at his ankles and the 
reservoir tip of a condom dangling from the tip of his cock. 
 "My goodness, Christine, how you've filled out since you left us," he 
growled lustily, as he slowly began pushing his way inside. "God, 
Sheila, I could've sworn those tapes you showed me were doctored, but 
now I know. Our little Christine is a true wonder." As he penetrated her 
fully, his expression changed to one of pure bliss. "And she's as 
fantastic inside as she is out." He began pumping, using long, 
deliberate strokes. 
 A crowd of conflicting emotions chased each other through Chris's head. 
Surprise at Frankenmuth's sudden appearance. Panic in that now it was 
two on one, and she had no chance of escape. Renewed lust in that she 
had fantasized about Frankenmuth ever since he and she accidentally 
discovered her ejaculatory talents those months ago, and here he was, 
inserting his penis into her. Chris knew somewhere in the back of her 
mind that this could be thought of as rape, but she was so far gone from 
the combination of Sheila's talented fingers and tongue that she 
actually found herself welcoming Frankenmuth's hard cock within her. Her 
vagina sucked him deeper inside, until his glans was kissing her cervix 
at the bottom of each stroke. Frankenmuth's eyes betrayed his amazement. 
The struggle to postpone ejaculation was beginning to show on his face. 
It was a losing proposition. 
 "No! Not yet! Not so soon!" he cried, but Chris's cunt would have none 
of it. Like a separate living entity, it squeezed and milked and sucked 
at this invader, determined to extract its very essence. Frankenmuth 
stumbled backward, pulling out at the same moment that the condom was 
filling with his spunk. "Damn it! I came too soon!" Indeed, it couldn't 
have been two minutes since Frankenmuth, who had been tipped off to 
Sheila's plan by Sheila herself earlier that day, made his surreptitious 
entrance, surveyed the scene, and decided to join the party. 
 Sheila giggled at Frankenmuth's frustration. "Aww, poor baby. Here, let 
mama kiss it and make it better." She extricated herself from Chris's 
bosom and padded over to where Frankenmuth stood, frantically stripping 
off the sodden condom and almost taking the skin of his penis off with 
it. 
 She immediately dropped to her knees, extended her prehensile tongue, 
and began swirling it up, down, and around Frankenmuth's limp, semen-
soaked organ. Under attack from all sides, his dick had no choice but to 
defend itself. Slowly it began to rise to meet the challenge. He began 
humming a tuneless sound as his growing erection disappeared into 
Sheila's mouth. 
 Chris struggled to get herself into a position where she could see what 
was going on, but could not. Being so abruptly abandoned was frustrating 
for her, as hot as she currently was. Her body was telling her that 
there were still more orgasms available, more milk to be loosed. Again 
she began straining against her restraints. She heard Sheila's frantic 
slurping and Frankenmuth's humming, and was being slowly driven crazy by 
it. "Mmm, Sheila, he sounds delicious," she said. "Can I share him with 
you?" 
 "No, you stay put. He's all mine," Sheila said between sucks. 
 Frankenmuth, however, had other plans. Clearly he wanted a second shot 
at Chris. With Sheila still connected to his cock, he leaned over to the 
table and released one of Chris's wrist restraints. Chris quickly used 
her free hand to unfasten the other three straps. When she swung her 
legs around and stood up, several small puddles of milk that had pooled 
on her upper body ran down her tummy, pussy, and legs. Frankenmuth shook 
his head in disbelief at the sight. Chris walked up behind Sheila's 
kneeling form, placed herself so that her knees touched Sheila's 
shoulder blades, and looked deeply into Frankenmuth's eyes, saying "Here 
I am. What's your pleasure?" without using words. He placed a hand on 
each of her shoulders, bent his head, and began to suck on Chris's 
nipples. He went from one to the other with amazing speed, so that it 
felt to Chris like he was sucking both breasts at once. Her mammaries 
responded with a renewed flow of milk. Frankenmuth would suck hard once 
or twice, prompting a strong jet from her rock-hard nipple, swallow, 
switch breasts, and be back in time to renew the stream just before it 
slowed to a trickle. 
 "I don't know what's going on up there," came Sheila's muffled voice 
from below, "but you've just doubled in size, darling. Keep it up, 
Chris." 
 Chris began rubbing her cunt with one hand, then used the other to 
replace it with one of Frankenmuth's. "Remember that day in the 
hospital?" she reminded him. "Do it like you did it then." He took the 
hint, turned his hand over, and used his thumb to begin stroking Chris's 
clit. The angle wasn't the same as when she'd been sitting on the edge 
of the hospital bed, but the effect was. Chris's legs began trembling, 
and her knees buckled. The motion forced Sheila's body forward, causing 
her to swallow Frankenmuth's cock to the hilt. He and Chris came 
simultaneously. Sheila was hit with a double deluge -- one from above, 
as Chris's come cascaded down into her hair, and the other from inside, 
as Frankenmuth's second load blasted against her uvula. Unlike with 
Chris, she was unprepared for this. She began choking as her gag reflex 
was tripped. 
 Frankenmuth brought Sheila to her feet and held her while she struggled 
to clear his come from her throat. "You OK, Sheila?" he asked. He felt 
her nod against his chest. "Good, 'cause I'm still hard, and there's one 
more orifice I wish to explore tonight." He led Sheila over to the 
examining table, where he lay her down and immediately mounted her. 
 She responded immediately, bringing her hips up to meet his strokes. It 
wasn't long before they, incredibly, forgot Chris was even in the room. 
 For a few seconds, Chris considered joining them, but decided against 
it, seeing how small the table was. This conscious decision was enough 
to disconnect her libido from her thinking brain, and a rational, 
sexually satiated Christine emerged. It began to dawn on her that she 
was standing in the middle of an MRI laboratory, naked and covered with 
bodily fluids of several types, mostly her own, with probably a pint of 
her milk scattered around the room, and two people she barely knew 
locked in a carnal embrace on an examining table, completely oblivious 
to her presence. 
 It was suddenly too weird for her. In that moment she knew she had to 
get out of there, as quickly as possible, and not look back. She spied a 
table along one wall containing some basic medical supplies. She grabbed 
a handful of wipes and used them to towel herself off. She ran behind 
the screen and began dressing as fast as she could. She heard Sheila and 
Frankenmuth's moaning becoming more heated. She knew they'd be done 
soon, and they'd be looking for her. She made a dash for the door and 
was almost there when a flashing light caught her eye. She noticed that 
the "start" button on the MRI unit's control panel was illuminated. The 
machine was under power! A wicked thought crossed her mind, and she 
walked over to the panel. Her hand poised over the button as she looked 
through the glass at the two doctors lost in lust. 
 She began to feel the effects of having been hoodwinked by these two. 
 As the afterglow (they had been a terrific sexual experience) faded 
completely, it began to be replaced by a sting of humiliation. Her trip 
down here hadn't been a waste of her time, but she had been brought here 
under false pretenses. She had, after all, been used as a tool to ignite 
Sheila and Frankenmuth's passion for each other and then discarded while 
still taken up in the heat of the moment. These two should pay some 
small price for that. She looked down at the flashing button, and up 
again at the MRI unit. The opening in that cylinder looked awfully 
tight... 
 She slammed her hand down on the "start" button, which illuminated 
several others. Chris found the one marked "transport" and punched it. 
To her satisfaction, the table began moving toward the cylinder. The two 
madly fucking people on it didn't even notice. Frankenmuth and Sheila 
were completely intertwined in each other, as close together as they 
could get. A very propitious thing, since they just barely cleared the 
opening of the cylinder as the table disappeared into it. It was going 
to be very difficult for them to get out of there. 
 Chris clenched a fist in a silent "yes!" gesture and made a beeline for 
the door. It was just swinging closed behind her when she started 
hearing surprised yells coming from the lab: "Ouch! Hey! What the hell?! 
Chris? Where are you? What'd you do? Chris?! This isn't funny, move the 
table back out! Chris!!" 
 She had made it to the main doors to the building when the shouting 
started getting frantic. "Help, somebody! Get us out of here!" 
 She saw a maintenance man running toward her down the corridor. Working 
hard to keep a straight face, she hooked a thumb over her shoulder in 
the general direction of the lab. The man nodded and kept running. Chris 
walked slowly and purposefully out to her car. Once inside its safe 
confines, she started laughing, and didn't stop until she got home. I'd 
like to be a fly on the wall at the next hospital staff meeting, she 
thought. 
 She never saw Sheila Ellis or Dr. Frankenmuth again.