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Part 22-2: The second half!
Spoilered in this part: Explicit, xeno-biology stuff, implied consentacles, lactation, faux pregnancy, fluid inflation, mind stuff, corruption, dark.

”I hate sending my own son out there,” Devon Kingston growled as he paced the den like a cornered lion. Piles of old books littered the desks and tables, pages marked with metal tabs for easy reference. They had to use the old books, of course; someone once attempted to digitize the information in them and kept experiencing hardware corruption issues, including one case of a hard drive growing feathery gills, so analog was the only way to preserve their secrets even today. Even xerography failed, making each hand-written copy or manual facsimile more precious than platinum. Books it was.
“I asked for other plans,” the man known as Jay said, sympathetically. He was frustrated too; it shouldn’t be up to these young ones to do this job. Especially not alone. “But the Firmament is right, Dev. There’s nobody else. And those kids are safer out there than they are here, near the nexus.”
The elder Kingston paused, massaged his smooth head, took a deep breath, and turned to his guest and long-time friend.
“Let me ask you something about the Firmament,” he said. “All along, we’ve just blinding accepted the cosmology both sides used. The assumptions are the same, no matter who you asked. The Foundation is at the base of everything, while the Firmament tries to keep as much as possible safely away from the Foundation while making minimal contact with it. Like a literal dome. What if that whole model is wrong, Jay? What if we’ve all been wrong the entire time?”
“I’m listening,” the man with the greying goatee said.
“What if the Foundation isn’t really the foundation? What if it’s just an infestation? A dry rot, left to fester so long that it’s spread throughout the entire structure. We look at the structure, see the rot, and just assumed it was an integral part of it. That’s certainly what they told us, so it seemed settled. But if rot isn’t part of the structure, if that’s the case, where does that leave the Firmament who’s built around that wrong assumption?”
Jay was silent. The implications were broad, certainly. But, after a moment, he asked the more immediate question. “Suppose you’re right, Dev. Where does that leave us here, today? What does it change about the plan?”
Mr. Kingston’s shoulder sank. “I don’t know. I don’t think it changes anything right now. But it changes a lot after this is said and done.”
“If this is said and one, Dev.” Jay reminded him soberly.

The door to the room had a placard on it, barely legible in the dim hallway. ‘PSYCHOPLASM AMPLEXUS-EPIPLEXIS CHAMBER II’ She didn’t know what that meant. Creepy Boss urged her through and, leaking like a sieve from her swollen chest, Lexi clicked her high heels loudly into the room. There was a large stone dais in the middle of it, with what looked like tree roots hanging down from the ceiling.
“Off with yer clothes, lassie. They’ll get cleant for ya.” Lexi, feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious, did as instructed. Even her shoes were wet, so she took them off too and stood on her bare tip-toes, hands folded over her crotch, puffy breasts virtually gushing. “Step up to tha day-iss, lass. No questions, no fuss, jus’ r’lax and let tha machine do its job, like you do yers. Subord’nate ‘n reliable, now.” Lexi nodded, slumping her shoulders, and walked up the stone tiers to the top of the platform. The ‘roots’ began to move and twist in the air around her, reaching out, touching her bare skin, closing tightly. Her arms were encased in the unnervingly soft, squishy limbs and lifted up over her head, while her legs were wrapped at each thigh and gently lifted, separated, until she was suspended in the air; wide open. Just doing its job, just like me, she thought to alleviate her anxiety.
Two tendrils with bud-like nodules at the tips lowered down and pointed at her, aligning with her chest. The bulbous tips split open like flowers, revealing slick pink feelers that looked like cooked spaghetti… wriggling and moving on their own. She’s seen enough hentai to know where this was going. And just as expected, the tendrils and their wriggling feelers closed it and began to brush over her engorged, dribbling breasts. It tickled, causing her to involuntarily shudder and exhale. But the tendrils continued to engulf the front of her breasts, writhing and wriggling over first her plum-sized nipples, then her broad and stretched areolas, finally sealing tightly around them like starfish clinging to smooth shells. She gasped at the strange stimulation, and saw the star-pointed “cups” attached to her breasts begin to swell and fill from the milk she was secreting into them. If she thought her suckling in the bathroom was erotically charged, this was a few levels beyond. She was getting wet despite the alien-ness of the experience, especially when the tendrils attached to her teats began to rhythmically pulse and pump, pulling more fluid out of her as the hidden snake-tongue-like appendages ceaselessly caressed her sensitive skin under the coverings.
“Righty-o, lassie,” Creepy Boss said from the floor below. “Yer body thinks its ta be a mum, despite tha med’cine. Well, sometimes tha only way past is through, unnerstant?” As he spoke, a particularly thick and fleshy ‘root’ began rising up from behind and beneath her suspended body. It curled up between her parted legs and twisted until its tip was pointed directly at her little patch of short, neatly-trimmed rainbow hair. Her pulse pounded in her chest; this was definitely happening as she’d predicted. The root’s tip began pulling apart, spreading like a lily’s bloom into a fleshy hood surrounding a tongue-like organ of red and purple flesh. Just doing its job, Lexi reminded herself as it lowered wetly onto her snatch and sealed its hood around her. Gently, oh so gently, but insistently, the inner ‘tongue’ pushed in. Lexi moaned and contorted in the strange flesh-machine’s grip. The thing penetrating her seemed to go out of his way to wriggle and press against her button from the inside even as it probed further and further back. Lexi gasped as she felt it hit a dead-end, uncomfortably, then retract slightly and start ‘licking’ the roof of her cavity. At least, that’s what her sensory signals were telling her. She couldn’t see anything except a narrow slice of her body between her swollen cleavage, and what she could see down ther was obscured by the hood that sealed to her tightly. Something warm and tingling spread throughout her core, a sensation she hadn’t ever experienced. It wasn’t unpleasant; if anything, quite the opposite. But it wasn’t natural, either. Then she gasped as she felt the ‘tongue’ pushing further into her; pushing up into her instead of back. Further in than she thought possible.
As Lexi writhed and contorted in her bonds under the odd stimulation, she started to feel the stalk between her legs moving. No, pumping. Pumping in, unlike the tendrils attached to her chest that pumped milk out. It was hot, like a belly full of fresh coffee, but it wasn’t in her stomach; it was lower than all that. She felt her abdomen becoming tighter. Stretching, now. Looking down between her milking breasts, she saw her lower belly slowly getting rounder; more convex. It didn’t hurt; far from it. But the sight of her body swelling up with each pumping surge told her that this wasn’t normal. God, it feels great though, she couldn’t help but think. Her hips bucked against the hooded stalk as if she was riding reverse-cowgirl on Darius, the Thigh Monster, or one of her special customers. Except now there was more and more of her abdomen sticking out. She looked pregnant, she realized. Five or six months, at least. And each pulse of the pumping stalk blew her up a little more at a time.
“Tha’s it, lassie, enjoy tha ride,” Creepy Boss encouraged from below. “Soon ye’ll be all full up ‘n ready ta marinate, tha’s when ye’ll feel tha twitch. After that, then ye’ll start ta soak ‘em. When they’re ready, they’ll come out on their own an’ ye’ll def’nitely enjoy that too. So jus’ relax and have yer fun with it, eh? I’ll leave ya to it ‘til closin’ time.” He stooped down and picked up her milk-sodden clothing, then walked out of the room.
When the pumping of her womb stopped, Lexi’s belly was firm and round. At least 9 months, she thought, but it looked huge to her eyes. The stretched lump of her navel poked out as far as the cupped tentrils at the tip of her enormous, lactating breasts; but it was much larger around the middle. She felt like a scarecrow attached to three huge, heavy sacs, swinging in the vines of a tree in the night. The accumulated stimulation and arousal finally peaked, subjecting her to a crashing orgasm in the machine’s clutches. It was then that she suddenly felt a jolt deep inside; like someone was zapping her cramped innards with a 9-volt battery. This lasted only briefly, then she seemed to hang inert while the tendrils continued to harvest her milk.
It seemed like an hour, or two, but something stirred inside her. Things were shifting, she felt, rolling around inside her inflated womb. Something was happening down at the bottom, where the fleshy tongue remained firmly inserted and connected to the thicker stalk between her legs. Pressure, from the inside moving outward. The muscle walls of her packed womb twitched and spasmed. Before she could even process it, something… two… three… four somethings stretched her cavity as they passed through and down into the stalk, invisible and obscured. It pressed her button so hard she instantly came, but it was a fast-fading clench without a lingering ramp-down; already a faint echo by the time she curled her toes. A moment’s pause, and then another series of passages repeated the process, causing her to cry out in sudden pleasure before the rapid drop-off. A moment’s pause, and a third passage. Each time she felt two to four things pass from her womb through the tube that remained firmly lodged inside her canal. It was pulling things out of her, she realized. And every cycle triggered its own minor orgasm. The cumulative effect was all-consuming and exhausting. She felt herself getting lighter, her belly seeming to shrink back over the course of twenty… thirty… forty minutes as the exodus continued in orderly waves. She was reduced to a twitching, moaning puppet, alternating gasping cries of pleasure and ragged, panting sighs in the lulls between. Her muscles were deliciously achy from overwork and the pleasure that saturated them in pulses. Her mind was numb when it wasn’t flooded with brief flashes of ecstasy.
Finally, the contractions stopped. She had nothing left to give, apparently, and the long hollow tongue withdrew from her, retracting into the hooded flesh-root that peeled itself off of her and shrank back from between her legs. The other roots slowly lowered her to the platform, her limp feet unsteady and no longer used to supporting her weight. Last to retract where the petal-like seals around her breasts, which withdrew their tickling noodles and lifted back up into the ceiling, followed by the roots that suspended her from her arms. She toppled to the platform, completely fuck-drunk (a state she hadn’t suspected was even truly possible). Her midsection was sore, but her breasts were no longer leaking milk. She laid there for long minutes until heavy footfalls announced the return of Creepy Boss. He ascended the platforms to the top of the dais and dropped a basket of cleaned clothes beside her glazed eyes. “Good job, girlie. Ya made it through. Get dresst when ye’r ready, ya can leave early taday. Might be a good idea ta shop fer some bigger breeches. Oh, and be a good girlie; ferget what went on in here when ya walk out tha door.“

He was right, Lexi decided. Her shorts were so tight they were practically a thong, and felt like their seams would give out at any second. Good thing she’d put her shoes on first to avoid bending over in her shorts. She checked her phone; about 5:45pm. Time enough to buy shorts before her ride home with mom. No messages from Darius or Selene. She sighed. Looks like she’d have to make this shopping trip by her lonesome. Her heels clicked down the stone steps and across the room into the hallway beyond. By the time she reached the register counter and saw it had been closed, her time sheet filled out (off the clock as of 5 minutes ago), she felt like the circulation was being cut off to her legs. Unlocking the door to get out into the mall beyond, she hoped she could make it to Kaytow Plus before the stitching popped and spilled some of her desirable derrière out into the public. All because of… something… whatever, after that experience with the baby dolls she was just glad whatever Creepy Boss did seemed to cure her lactation, even if it somehow bulked up lower half. Clothes were easier to deal with than leaky tits liable to gush at the sound of a crying child. Especially when you worked in a toy shop.
One thing was certain: she was done with nursing bras for good.

The being called by some Simonson, and Creepy Boss by at least one, examined the scope. The contents of the tough, plastic-like capsule were over eight nines per bil pure psychoplasm. But the remainder was what he was after. Scanning the diminutive blotch that floated in its fluid-filled prison (or nursery, if you were so inclined), he adjusted the lenses until the patterns emerged. He mapped them to graphs, then set the ‘egg’ back into the large basket with its dozen-dozen little siblings. Unlike the ones he sold in the shop to slime-obsessed tots, these weren’t inert. Which was good, but not enough. He began doing the ciphers to read their imprinting. Finally, he was satisfied. Not only would he be able to grow another ‘Paul’ if he wanted, he could also start to mass-produce drones with the real object of his quest; the other pattern he’d worked so hard to cultivate these last few weeks. Who would have thought that a human template would prove to be so fertile? Marvelous fodder, those humans. He did something approaching a smile in the dark chambers of the store.

”I hate to leave her all alone, and lie about why,” Selene said as the trudged up the stairs to the level with Lexi’s apartment.
“I know,” Darius said laconically.
“At least she should be good until we get back in terms of underwear,” Selene consoled herself. Darius said nothing to that. As they approached the door, though, he took Selene by the shoulders and gave her a kiss.
“We gotta do it,” he said simply. “Because we love her.”
“Yeah,” his shorter girlfriend agreed, fighting back tears. As he was about to knock, she swatted his hand down and pulled him into a hug. “Sorry, I’ll try not to cry into your shirt,” she muttered.
“I don’t think she’ll even notice,” he said. Still, Selene kept to her word; when she couldn’t suppress the waterworks anymore, she let go and wiped her eyes with a tissue from her handbag. Darius’s hand was reassuringly warm on her shoulder.
“Okay,” she said after asserting composure once more. “Let’s do it.”
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
”C’mon in, guys!” Lexi beamed as she welcomed Selene and Darius into her apartment. “Don’t mind the mess!” she said, not even bothering to excuse her topless state. “It’s been radio silence for a few days now, I was starting to get worried!” Selene was dismayed even as Lexi pulled her into a full-body hug, engulfing the smaller girl with her naked breasts and meaty thighs. *Why wasn’t she wearing the new bras?*

”He knows he’s being watched,” Jay reported as he entered the den where the elder Kingston was reviewing his notes and cross-references. “We probably won’t be able to get close to the target for a few days, at least.”
“It’s not like you to tip a rotter off like that,” Devon said without looking up.
“Wasn’t me he spotted. Someone else in Firmament is keeping tabs on him. Not an amateur either, but the second Simonson got a whiff he shut the place down like a clam.”
“The right hand doesn’t know what the left is doing,” Devon muttered. “So have you thought about what we discussed?”
“I don’t like it, Dev. But I’m having a hard time putting it away.”
“Well, I’ve had a lot of time to ruminate on it all. One of the benefits of being rich is you don’t have to grind away the 9-to-5. A lot of time to think.”
“A lot of time to fester, too,” Jay pointed out.
“Hmmm,” Devon agreed. Yes, there was that. “Any luck on the other thing?”
“Three sets,” Jay announced. “One is perfect for Darius, the other two can go to either of them.”
You’re sure these will work?” Jay asked. “Simonson’s been messing with the weft a lot lately. Warp on top of warp. Lots of layers.”
“It works for me,” he said, indicating the engraved and polished green stone set into the pen on his lapel. “I get to see through all of it. Dev, I don’t feel right not giving you one.”
“Trust me, I don’t need it,” the elder Kingston said. “Save those for the ones that can’t see.“

Several days later:
“Hell of a way to end a dry spell,” Lexi said as she returned to native spacetime, namely her apartment. Her legs were unsteady because in her frame of reference she hadn’t used them in hours, maybe days. One of the trippiest things about a tryst with a 7th-dimensional being was that you could go into it knowing you were watching yourself in the act, then sit back afterwards and be the you that was watching yourself all along. And thanks to time dilation, she was back in her apartment almost instantly before she’d even left. Chad (the single name she picked for the friend of Carl/Mike/Tim/Billy), proved to be a perfectly agreeable date; always concerned for her safety and enjoyment as they both got to live out their tentacle porn fantasies. I’M NOT JUST A TENTACLE BEAST, I’M ALSO A TENTACLE GENTLEBEING! SO PICK A SAFE-THOUGHT YOU CAN STICK WITH! he’d said upon arrival. Knowing how much of a softy he really was made his roleplay as a devious monster all the more amusing, she thought. So far she’d been really lucking with non-human hookups, all in all.
After gulping down two bottles of sports drink, she went over to her phone. Of course, no messages since she’d left. Back here only a few minutes had passed. Still, the lack of communication with her friends was starting to wear on her. Maybe all this hedonism was just a coping mechanism?
Two phones buzzed in separate night stands in the Kingston mansion. The staff, who’d been assigned to manage the devices, both unlocked them and viewed the message. One of them smirked, the other flushed and looked away. The smirking staffer sent back an appreciative message thanking Lexi for showing “Selene” her nude selfie, but then typed out that they wouldn’t be able to get sexts for the next few days in case the college entrance admins confiscated their devices. The three-way group chat dinged again with a frowny-faced emoji, followed by a sighing on. ‘okaaaaaaaaay, stupid prudes. but the growing girls miss you guys! ilu gn stay safe!’ Lexi sent back to who she thought were Darius and Selene.

The real Darius and Selene were, at that moment, sleeping in their SUV at a roadside rest area about a quarter of the way to their destination in New England. Neither one was sleeping peacefully as they huddled under their blankets in the back. But, as Jay pointed out to Devon, at least they were further away from the center of activity. And what they were after was important; critically so. Only something iridium would be effective, and they carried Devon’s signature on a note that begged access to a certain locked vault in the library building of the Kingstons’ alma mater.

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Part 22-1
Spoilered in this part: Questionable, lactation, growth, mind stuff, corruption.
This entry goes back and fills in some of the time gaps with Part 21. 22-2 will fill in more gaps, but also advance the narrative a little further.

Lexi hadn’t heard from Darius or Selene in a while, ever since Mr. Kingston got back from his cruise this morning. She thought about texting them, but every time she pulled out the phone she was tempted to spend all her time sexting them instead and that didn’t seem like the best idea. It was actually getting kind of lonely, despite the attention from her usual fan club in the shop and last night’s customer (some kind of centaur-minotaur thing) giving her high marks for the service. She didn’t have a ‘night shift’ scheduled for tonight, so instead she was hanging out in her apartment. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Toppling off of the couch and hoisting her heavy rack up to a standing position, she strode on her bare feet tip-toe (for she had long ago lost the ability to walk flat-footed) and bounced eagerly to the door.
“Hey guys! Oh-” she said, blinking in surprise. It was neither Darius nor Selene outside but a short guy with a scraggly chinstrap beard, a windbreaker jacket, and a delivery company cap. Holding a box, he turned to face Lexi and audibly gawped in surprise, his eyes drawn from her horn down past her face to the wide open valley of fleshy cleavage that leapt up to say hello. Well, no sense covering up now, Lexi thought. “Yes?” she asked, casually leaning against her door jamb and tilting her hips just so.
“Uhhhhhh….” the delivery boy blanked for a full five seconds before re-attaching his jaw and blinking back to situational awareness. “Um, delivery for Lexi T.M. Unicorn, signature required,” he rattled off, eyes darting between hers and her tits. Lexi took the parcel and set it down on the floor, then used her finger to make a squiggle on the delivery boy’s electronic device. “Thanks, miss. Um, sorry for staring just now,” he said, face as red as a rose.
“It’s okay, I still do it too sometimes! Anyway, thanks for the delivery!” she said, closing the door with a knowing smile. Fetching her trusty pocket knife from the handbag on its door-side hanger, she slit the packing tape and delved greedily into the unexpected delivery.
“Oh, more bras,” she said, glimpsing the tell-tale contours under the white and pink packing paper. But she frowned as she pulled one out. It looked large enough to accommodate her, but… it wasn’t flattering at all. Strictly utilitarian. Kind of ugly, if she was being honest. It was a dark beige and had several seams that, while undoubtedly functional, would definitely show through any shirt she wore over them. And there was something odd about the clips attaching to the shoulder straps. Rummaging through the box, she found the packing slip and it bore a message under “To Gift Recipient:”
‘Dear Lexi Hon,
These are all I could find in your band size! They go up four cups so you should be good for a while yet. Had to look at maternity outlets for nursing bras. Some support is better than no support! Hope to see your girls getting the coddling they deserve soon.
Love, Selene’
A nursing bra? She was reminded of last night’s session, and how during his refractory periods the customer had actually induced her to lactate while she wore the cow-patterned clothing and the cowbell choker that only let her speak in moos. Fortunately it seemed to clear up afterwards and she didn’t have any problems at the shop today, so it seemed like the window for ‘nursing’ to be a problem had already closed. Especially since she was on that birth-control medicine for work. But if these were all that was left to fit her…
Taking one of the bras, Lexi fastened the closures in back and then pulled it up around her heavy chest, pulling the shoulder straps into place and adjusting for comfort. She then stuffed in some of the absorbent pads into the included pockets, just for completion’s sake. Appraising herself in the mirror, she wasn’t really pleased. Yes, the bra (an R-cup) did fit her well, and offered some support. It even had wide straps that were easy on the shoulders, but could still hide under some of her tops. But it looked… frumpy. The enticing, stylish underwear Selene had been able to source before must be spoiling her because the dark beige utilitarian garment didn’t work with her complexion at all. She put on a light-colored, loose-fitting tank top and stood in front of the mirror, turning to look at her shape from various angles. It covered the bra and its straps sufficiently, but as she predicted the seams on the cups showed heavily through the fabric and ruined the smoothly rounded contours of her bust. Back when she was Alex, she never would have expected to be weighing the support of nursing bras against the flattering feel of lingerie. She frowned at the thought, with a vague feeling of disquiet.
“Function over form,” Lexi sighed at last with resignation. She had to admit that it fit her well. Removing her top and the new bra, she set it aside to wear for work tomorrow. Then she sent Selene a text about receiving the gift and thanking her for going the extra mile to ‘support’ her, with a winking face emoji and a kiss-blowing one.
To cheer herself up, she decided to turn her phone on selfie-mode and be her own private porn star on the bed for a while. Selene was right, she was such a hopeless cam whore.

”So what do we do?” Selene asked after listening to Darius explain the situation.
“That’s it? You’re taking all this in awfully fast,” he said with a stressed laugh.
“Honey, I know Lexi’s going through something at that place,” she replied, leaning in and gently scratching the back of his neck with her neatly trimmed and glossy black-green nails. “It’s not normal at all. Maybe it’s just all the spooky gothy comics and stories I’m into, but this is far from the weirdest explanation I could think of.” Well, that was a lie. What she’d just heard was pretty far up there. Top 3, definitely.
Darius took a moment to calm down in his girlfriend’s arms. He was actually glad she hadn’t tried to play skeptic, like he had this morning. He wasn’t feeling up to facing those arguments again, from the other side this time. She really is an awesome girl, he thought. A few more deep breathes and he felt ready to relay part of the plan.
“So the first thing is that we need to gather some things,” he said.
“Okay,” Selene replied.
“They’re not here. Some of them aren’t even in this state. So we’ll be going on a road trip. A scavenger hunt. Dad and his friend will stay here, they’re pretty sure they’re being monitored by this… Foundation, or whatever. So we’ll be using burner phones to keep in touch with him while ours are here at the house. They’re even going to have some of the staff carry them from place to place so it doesn’t look like we’re living in a drawer or something.”
“You really think someone would be tracking our phones on GPS?” Selene asked. It was starting to hit home how real and serious this situation was.
“Pops thinks so,” Darius explained. “Won’t have any discussion on it. So I guess we gotta act like they will. Anyway, we have to tomorrow night when the staff drive home. You and I will be in one of their cars. Pack light.”
Selene was in her room, putting together her go-bag. Experienced as she was at having to leave in a hurry, she was sobbing. She thought those days were behind her now, and her go-bag had been retired and decommissioned; now she had to put it back together again. Well, this was different; Darius was going with her, not kicking her out, and they’d be coming back in a few days. As she was reassuring herself, a ding sounded on her phone.
“I’ll have to take that, miss Selene,” said one of the housekeepers who was assigned to assist her. The pixie goth nearly crumpled into a heap when she realized how out of contact she would be now. Pulling it out, she clicked on the new text notification and read it, wanting to savor what might be the last friendly communication for days or longer.
‘hey gurl, just got that gift you ordered! (three heart emojis) u! thanks for all the “support”! (winking emoji and kiss-blowing emoji)’
The housekeeper’s hand suddenly reached out and took the phone from hers with an apology. She just stared at her open hand for a moment. Empty. Packing would help keep her mind off the feeling that everything was being taken away. This was all to help Lexi, after all. Darius too. No sense clinging to a facade of security when everything was actually in danger, and she could help.

”Totally,” one of the mid-teens whispered to his friend from behind a nearby aisle. “Big MILF energy for sure, man.”
“Looks a little young, though,” one of the others said.
“Probably got knocked up at graduation,” a third said. “With a body like that, ain’t no way she hasn’t had it all by now.”
Lexi rolled her eyes with a grin. It was so silly how the boys talked sometimes when they thought she couldn’t hear them. Maybe she wouldn’t be able to if she had tiny, human-sized ears; but her large, pony ears periscoped around and picked up conversations from all over the shop. Sometimes it was delightful, a lot of it was about her. But these guys were probably too young to have even got to first base yet, though of course they’d tell their friends otherwise. Despite their bodies being saturated with hormones, they were way too young to be ‘interesting’ to her. Still just big kids as far as she was concerned. They were definitely supposed to be in school somewhere right now.
“Man I’d love to get a look at those knockers,” one said. Lexi smirked. Although she wasn’t attracted to young teens, she had to admit he’d probably seen at least some rated-R movies by now, if not a few glimpses of actual porn online. If it weren’t for being in public, she probably wouldn’t have too much objection to giving him an eyeful. No doubt it would inspire a story to tell when he was 55 and balding with his best years behind him; the saga of the mall clerk flashing the biggest tits he’d ever seen that one time would be up near the top of his list.
“Yeah, those mommy-milkers are what I’m all about,” said another. Lexi’s ears twitched involuntarily.
“Ma-ma,” another said before making sucking noises. This elicited some perverse chuckling from his friends, but Lexi gasped as her chest started to feel hot.
“Baby want his ba-ba?” one of them joked. Erk Her nipples were suddenly starting to bulge against the pads in her bra.
“Ow, don’t hit me! I’m just a bay-bee! Waaaaaaa!” the teen mock-cried. It zapped right through Lexi’s ears into her spine like nails on a chalkboard. She stiffened up uncomfortably as something warm started spreading at the front of her bra. No way, she thought. Not from that bullshit! Not from those guys! This isn’t cool! At least she’d left the pads in last night! She looked at the clock; five minutes until lunch break. She could probably close shop a little early, right?
“Okay, little boys!” she called out, her tone friendly when dealing with customers even if she really wanted them to leave. “Shop’s closing for lunch time, please leave in an orderly fashion!” She made sure to direct it to the aisle where the juvenile gaggle was continuing to discuss her ‘young MILF energy.’
“Anyone else hankering for some milkshakes?” one joked as they started to file out into the open and leer at her on their way past the counter. She smiled brightly and politely despite the noticeably increased pressure in her top until they were gone. Then she quickly shuttered the windows, locked the door, flipped the sign to ‘CLOSED’ and jogged heavily to the employee bathroom. Off came her top as Lexi stood in front of the sink, unfastening the cups on her bra and flipping them down, letting dampened pads fall into the basin. Jutting out from the garment were two engorged breasts, glistening beads of milk starting to bud around her areolas, and streams of it beginning to trickle from her plum-sized nipples. Taking her pads out of the sink, Lexi bent over and tried to give her breasts a squeeze. Indeed, two thicker streams of milk arced out into the basin. But it was more painful than she’d expected. Why wasn’t it nice, like the night before last when she was playing at cow-girl?
Experimentally, Lexi took one of her stiff nipples and tried coaxing it with her fingers in a gentle grip, tugging slowly. She was rewarded with a stream of white liquid tinkling into the sink that didn’t cause her pain. She relaxed that breast and repeated the process with her other one; same result. So she began alternating her tugging; first left breast, then right, then left again. No pressure, no squeezing, just letting the delicate deformation of her breasts do all the work. She took a deep breath, feeling confident she could do this and get through it. Tinkle-tinkle-tinkle-tinkle-tinkle-tinkle, a constant back-and-forth from one tit to the other. She felt the pressure relieving as her over-active glands were emptied steadily. The rhythm was calming, soothing even. This is what she experienced with the mino-centaur-customer before, she realized. He, of course, would have been an expert back wherever he was from, so she mimicked the way he’d manipulated her breasts more faithfully.
After five minutes, she was actually feeling aroused rather than anxious. The stimulation was definitely getting to her, though it wasn’t what she’d expected. In all the hentai she used to watch, women’s lactation was depicted analogous to male ejaculation. It was nothing like that in reality. Lexi felt relaxed and loosened up rather than a building tension that would lead to a climax; the gradual deflation of her inflamed tissue was nice the way gentle soreness after exercise was, and the erotic element amounted to some serious breast-play; it wasn’t like she was going to start ‘cumming’ milk from her tits.
After ten minutes, Lexi felt the pressure had almost entirely subsided. But she was still flowing, and it didn’t look like she was going to be leaving to eat lunch any time soon. So, naturally, she brought one of her nipples up to her face. While watching in the mirror, she gave it a lick. Okay, she had to admit, that was hot. She took the entire nipple into her mouth, sealing her lips around it, and teased it with her tongue. The flow increased a little, she could tell. Watching herself in the mirror was captivating. She went for it, giving her teat a little suction. She was rewarded with a mouthful of sweet, warm, creamy goodness which she swallowed eagerly. Once again she was serving the role of her own porn star, shifting her feet as her stomach fluttered in response to the physical stimulation, at the same time enticed by the intensely sexual image of the busty woman in the mirror suckling on her own enormous breast. First one, then the other, then back. It seemed like her breasts responded to suckling far more quickly than to her effort at milking into the sink. She started touching herself with her free hand.
After another five minutes her breasts finally finished their little outburst, and she was suckling them to no effect other than the erotic stimulation of it. Her stomach felt like she’d had an entire extra-large smoothie by that point. Free to leave the sink and not leak all over the floor, Lexi crossed the bathroom and put the toilet cover down before pulling off her shorts and sitting, spreading her thighs. She was so worked-up that she needed this, too. Lexi watched her reflection in the mirror as they both started to jill off. After relieving herself of two pent-up problems now, she rinsed off the absorbent pads in the sink and wrung them out before replacing them in the nursing bra and putting her clothes back on. Lunch break was almost over.

Leaving the bathroom, Lexi walked casually through the passages back to the shopping area of the store. But on her way down an aisle, she tripped over something in the dark.
“MA-MA!” an electronic baby voice cried as Lexi landed with a thud, almost spilling the contents of her purse.
“Oh shoot!” she fake-cursed. “Stupid kids leaving toys all over the floor…”
“MA-MA!” the doll beside her cried. Lexi winced.
“No no no,” she muttered. “I just got done with all that crud! No more today, please.” She picked up the baby doll, turned the switch from Demo mode to Off, and put it back on the shelf. But her swift, careless movement knocked another one from the shelf, getting caught on top of her head behind the horn.
“MA-MA!” it pleaded directly into her big, pony ears. Nails on a chalkboard running down her spine.
“Not mama!” Lexi said desperately, repeating the off-switch move and more gently placing the doll to avoid making the same mistake. Her bra started to feel warm again. As she turned to walk away, her purse swung outward with enough momentum to swipe the shelf, scattering a dozen baby dolls to the floor.
“MA-MA! MA-MA! MA-MA!” they cried one by one as they landed on the floor. The dull ache returned to Lexi’s bosom as she tried to cover her ears.
“NOT MAMA!” she shouted at the faux infants. “STOP IT! STOP IT! PLEASE!” Lexi begged as their chain of ma-mas turned into a cyclical chant. Her bra was tightening, her breasts hurting. She sank to her knees as her pads saturated and dark spots began to appear at the front of her shirt. Just as she was starting to sob, two large and rough hands gripped her under the shoulders and lifted her up to unsteady feet. She turned to see Creepy Boss standing behind her, beady eyes fixed on her top as it began to cling wetly. “Ah, lassie. I see ye’r in some mummy-mode troubles. Weren’t ‘spectin’ tha’ so soon, ‘specially on account o’ tha medicine ya took. Well, now! This might be for-too-tous aftar all! Don’t worry bout ta shop fer now. Follow me, let’s get ya cleant up.”
Lexi tried to bring her tears under control as she obediently followed the lumbering hulk back into the depths of the passages in back of the shop, rivulets starting to run from her overtaxed breasts and down her stomach.

Part 22-2 coming soon. Check back later!

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