Lactation Stories

[red_kitten]

Does anyone know of a good place to find lactation stories? It is a particular interest of mine. There are some here, but I'm always hungry for more.

Thank you,
kitten

[redEva]

I will back up this request ... if anyone knows, that would be much appreciated.
all I ever found were discussion groups.

[Winnie]

Does anyone know of a good place to find lactation stories? It is a particular interest of mine. There are some here, but I'm always hungry for more.

Thank you,
kitten

Try ASSTR for a story called, (If I remember correctly) "Lactogenosis". I must read it again now that you remind me,
Winnie

[redEva]

not a story, but fun read:

Erotic Lactation

Lactation inducing equipment

Try ASSTR for a story called, (If I remember correctly) "Lactogenosis". I must read it again now that you remind me,
Winnie

LACTOGENESIS XXXI

Comment: Thank you for recommendation, Winnie, sadly i have to say - it made me laugh more than anything else. to each his/her own, and for me ... i am more in n/c and forced lactation is what pushes my buttons

like:

The Medical Experiment Devils Island

[redEva]

still searching for a stories ... if you find any drop here, pretty please

Ellen's Breast Milk Enslavement (not really my preference, but .. F/m, mind control)
In a Public Place (this one is cute ... still gigling)

[redEva]

interesting one:
Tit Master (milking, zoo)
Medic (*grinning*)

[MasterNJS]

interesting one:
Tit Master (milking, zoo)
Medic (*grinning*)

see if this is more to your liking

http://www.asstr.org/files/Collectio...Year2002/37089

[MasterNJS]

and....another

http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/w...p?storyid=3430

[redEva]

OH YES!

Thank you MasterNJS you just earned yourself nice all over body tit massage – if the tits in question were milk laden that would be even more appropriate!

Gota love nc inducing! The asstr “Milk Maid” is nice fantasy, though I can do without water sports (I know, I know I am picky), but the other one, “Karen’s Milk” is fab! Inducing, body mod, all in great Farrell image! Beautiful.

It is amazing to me, that milking is, apparently very common fetish, that lots of people indulge in, yet, damn! I am not able to find a free site LOL

All the attributions and links to stories (and/or other free material) are very appreciated *winking suggestively at other members*

Thank you MastreNJS – again!

[MasterNJS]

OH YES!

Thank you MasterNJS you just earned yourself nice all over body tit massage – if the tits in question were milk laden that would be even more appropriate!

well, if that story earned Me an over all tit massage.....I wonder what this story will bring in the way......of rewards (this is a 6 part story, each part has a link at the bottom for the next part....eNJoy....)


http://www.mcstories.com/MySistersTi...tersTits1.html

[redEva]

With all due respect, Master, you missed the point - it is the nc part, forced compliance and occasional pain during ever lasting body modification that earned you the massage in question. Now, to be really picky the doctor should have been well endowed male! But we work with what we have.
The story you mentioned is fun, I like mind control but magical milk? Lol … it is funny story!
Thank you for posting links, there is lot of folks here that appreciate F/fm action more than anything.

These are not actually lactation stories, but boob stories and some of my favourite ever!
Bouncy Booballoons by LeoNine
A long walk by King Sand
Modern Mid-wife by Dr. Wingate

[Nikita]

Check out ASSTR stories...

One of my favorites on BDSM library is Modern Dairy...I'm sure you've read it...right?

[Nikita]

Check out ASSTR stories...

One of my favorites on BDSM library is Modern Dairy...I'm sure you've read it...right?

Here is the link to the Modern Dairy story

http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/s...p?storyid=1018 :boobies:

[Breathless]

This one may be over the top, Red Kitten, but I stumbled across it and thought it might fit your guidelines. Here's a link:
http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/s...p?storyid=2112

[milkman]

Hi All,nice be be here

[pttwyn]

I've had this idea for a lactation story. It's about a dairy where the cows are slavegirls. I prefer contracted slavegirls rather than NC, in my stories. I'll see if I can make the idea work.
I'm quite surprised actually. I was under the impression that women were not all that interested in boob and lactation stuff. That breasts were more of a burden than than an asset...I've always been interested though. See through tops drive me over the edge

Thanks for the Idea
Pttwyn

[Widget]

I have never looked at mine as a burden and I loved breast feeding. I only wish that my ex husband had thought it would be hot to suck on my breasts when I was lactating. If I ever met the right person I would so look into reinducing lactation again.

I think a lot of women are interested in it. t is just something that is a little more taboo maybe?

[pttwyn]

Ok, this is my first draft of a lactation story for red kitten. I hope it's ok, I don't necessarily think everyone will like it.

Gold in Her Bra
©By: Long Johnson (Nom de Plume
Note: This is a work of fiction, developed entirely in my own mind. Any similarities between the characters and any person living or dead are coincidence, and my good luck. If you see yourself or your old Aunt Cecilia it's in your head, not mine.



Colleen was hurrying to get to the dairy, she was supposed to be there at noon and she was 2 miles away and had only 5 minutes. The light changed right in front of her. She jumped on the brakes of the Corvette, and hoped the car behind didn’t hit her in the rear. Her nipples were starting to leak and her t-shirt was wet on both sides of the front. The light finally changed and she took off as fast as she dared. The Corvette’s wide tires spun all the way across the intersection, and she was away.
Colleen pulled into the lot at the “Mother’s Milk Dairy” and went to the first space she saw. She jumped out of her car and ran to the door, after about 4 steps she had to slow down, running made her big breasts hurt. The door opened when she slid her card through the card slot, it also clocked her in.
“Whew, 2 minutes early,” she said out loud, but to herself. The hallway was empty as she walked quickly, pulling her light blue t-shirt over her head as she went. Colleen came to the milking parlor door, and Ms. Carter opened it for her.
“I was afraid you might not make it today, Colleen,” she said as she washed Colleen’s breasts and nipples with the foul smelling disinfectant.
“My dumb-ass sister came by trying to borrow money and I finally had to push her out the door and leave. I’m sorry Ms. Carter. I just don’t know what to do about her,” Colleen explained.
“You know I’m always looking for new cows. If she needs money I might be able to put her to work,” Ms. Carter suggested.
“She used to take anything handed to her in case she might get high,” Colleen sounded resigned. “I doubt you would want any of her milk.”
“It only takes 10 days to get her cleared out.” She finished washing Colleen’s breasts, and motioned her to go in to the parlor.
She went to her stall and sat on the tall stool. Wilson, Ms. Carter’s son had Colleen’s milker ready for her when she got there. He quickly slipped the rubber lined stainless steel suction cups over her big breasts the inner liners throbbed. The heaviest suction was at the top where her thick nipples fit. The milk slowly began to flow Colleen felt relief immediately. The speed picked up as the suction cups kneaded her breasts and pulled on her dark brown nipples.
Half an hour later she was walking out of the dairy, the milking machines emptied her quickly and she was on her way out. She didn’t want to wear that same t-shirt because it was all wet and smelly, so she had to walk out to her car without a shirt on. She brought another one, but in her haste she left it in the car. The warm New Mexico desert breeze felt nice, especially on her nipples. Since she had started here she was much less self-conscious about her breasts and didn’t really mind walking out topless.

The dairy had really made a difference in the economy of Santio, Colleen’s hometown. Ms. Carter showed up one day with the idea and enough money behind her to get the dairy going. The people of the Santio had mixed emotions about it. Oddly the men were against it, but quite a few women liked the plan and backed it politically. The major recipients were the younger women, whose only options before were to try to marry someone (anyone) or work as a clerk for little or nothing.
A dirty 4-wheel drive pickup went by and honked the horn as she walked to her car. Colleen didn’t care; this paid her so much that she bought her Corvette outright. She was pulling her t-shirt over her head and looking toward the desert when she noticed something moving out in the open. It looked like a person walking and then seemed to fall over. Colleen went to the dairy door and called Wilson to see if he could go out.
He stopped his pickup by her and she got in to show him what she’d seen. When they got there they found a tiny dark Mexican-looking woman and a new baby on the sandy ground. They helped the woman up she picked up the baby, but could not hold on to it. Colleen held the baby as they drove to the dairy. The baby barely moved and whined, because it couldn’t even cry. The infants’ mother was so grateful that she spoke Spanish so fast neither Colleen nor Wilson could make out what she was saying. Most people in the southwest had at least rudimentary understanding of Spanish, but they were lost here. Colleen cooed to the baby and held her up. She did catch on the baby was a girl and that her name was Migalé, and she hadn’t eaten since yesterday. The mother’s name was Instantá. The father was gone, dead or run off, Colleen wasn’t sure.
The baby tried to get it’s mouth onto Colleen’s breast, she was too late it was all gone for now. They went back to the dairy and dropped them off with Ms. Carter. She took charge right away, her round black face lit up when she saw the baby, she held her tight and whispered in her tiny ear.
“Linda! Would you do me a favor?” she asked as the first cow from the next shift came in. “Little Migalé here hasn’t eaten since yesterday. I’d really appreciate it if you could help me out. I’ll cover it, if you’ll do this for me.”
“Well, I don’t know,” Linda, said slowly. “I’ve never done that before. She already had her top off and Migalé had her mouth open. “I guess she already knows what to do.” She smiled at the tiny pink infant, “Ok, as long as one of us knows.” She smiled at Ms. Carter, “I’ll go 50-50.” She cuddled the infant and went over to the side of the parlor and sat in a large armchair. Instanté went with Linda; she had tears in her eyes. She was so thankful and happy. She kissed Linda on the side of her head repeatedly, while Migalé fed.

“What is it Denise?” Colleen got home and found her sister waiting on the steps to her apartment.
“Please Colleen, if I don’t pay ‘I’ back he’ll smack me around again,” she begged. “I’ll pay you back as soon as I can. You know I’ll try.”
“If you go out to the dairy and apply, I’ll help you out,” Colleen suggested.
“I don’t have real big boobs, so I can’t make enough milk to make it worth it,” she countered.
“That doesn’t matter, that’s not how you make milk anyway. Besides after they give you the shots they’ll get bigger,” Colleen said. “Look if you don’t want to try,” Colleen started to push past her. “I’ll see you later.” Colleen went up the stairs to apartment door.
“Ookaay!” She drew it out dramatically. “I’ll try it, I’m just afraid they won’t want me.” Denise whimpered, “Just like everyone else.” Colleen hugged her, and held her tight.
“If you’ll go out there, Ms. Carter will do her best to get you in, Denise.”
They went across the street to a small clothing store and Colleen bought Denise a few new items. They picked out new designer jeans and a sleeveless, pink top, new underpants for her, too. Colleen picked out a pair of white cotton briefs, but Denise wanted a tiny pink thong. When Colleen picked up a brassiere for her, she just chuckled.
“What’s wrong?” Colleen asked.
“Do I really look like I need a bra?” Denise said as she turned and held her shirt against her small chest. “Besides I sure won’t fill that one. I wear 32A not B.”
“After you get started you’ll need one, and one size bigger is enough to start with.”
“To start with?” Denise smiled. “This might not be so bad, after all.”
They headed back to Colleen’s apartment, where Denise took a shower and put on her new clothes.

“Ok, here’s the contract, you may want…..” Ms. Carter started to say, as Denise picked up the pen and signed it. “To read it over before you sign it.” Denise smiled and pushed it back to Ms. Carter. They had already done the blood test and they still offered a contract, so she took it right away.
“Wilson will be in to take you to the lab for the shots.”
“Ok, how long will it take?”
“Just long enough for three shots, and you’re on the way. Is Colleen still here?”
“No I’ll have to call her, when I’m ready,” she held up her cellphone. She stood as Wilson came in, “I’m ready to go.” Ms. Carter nodded and he led Denise out.

“Are you going to put that in my boob?” Denise yelped when the nurse came in with a large hypo on a tray.
“No, it goes in your arm.” She chuckled as she put the tray down. “The ones for your boobs are big, not this tiny thing.”
“Really? Bigger than that?”
“No not really. There is a tiny hypo that I may not even need that goes in just under your nipple. The main hormones are in this one.” She swiped Denise’s upper arm with an alcohol swab.
Wilson came by with a clipboard and a tray with two small hypos on it. He smiled at Denise and shrugged while he set the tray down. Denise smiled when she saw how small the needles really were. The nurse looked over the paperwork on the clipboard.
“Looks like we do have to make the breast injections. Want to come behind the screen?” she asked as she started to stand.
“No, it’s ok,” Colleen dismissed the idea as she lifted her top over her head. She sat back and pushed her chest forward, in an exaggerated motion to give the nurse access to her breasts.
“This won’t hurt too much, but it will a little bit. Your breasts are quite sensitive.” She smiled at Denise, “Ready?”
Denise nodded, “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
She was right, it did HURT. She pushed the miniscule needle into Denise’s left breast right behind her nipple and far enough to place the contents directly behind her nipple. She picked up the other hypo and waited for Denise to give an ok. She walked around to Denise’s right side and held the hypo ready. Denise looked up at her and nodded, she was ready to go again.
This one hurt even more. But it was soon over. She made Denise sit and relax for half an hour, before she was allowed to try to stand.
“Are you all right now?” she asked Denise salaciously.
“Will my boobs swell up a lot?”
“Well probably not too much, but some.”
“Is this like the ‘hurt a little bit’ from the shots?” Denise smiled.
“Well,,,,,Yeah, I guess so, really,” the nurse was a little evasive. “Maybe a couple of cup sizes.”
“2 cup sizes?” Denise was ecstatic. “Coooll.” I’ve always wanted boobs.”

“Denise, I need to talk to you for a minute, before you go in,” Ms. Carter didn’t look too happy. “Ok?”
“Sure,” Denise followed her to her office. She sat in the chair Ms. Carter pointed out to her.
“You know we have to test the milk regularly, and for new cows, it’s every time for a while.” She said carefully. “Well you have had some foreign substances in your milk twice this week, and I couldn’t use it.”
“I don’t know what you mean Ms. Carter,” Denise looked amazed.
Ms. Carter’s brown eyes seemed hurt, “We found PCP, you know ‘Angel Dust’ and yesterday what seemed to be cocaine.”
“Cocaine?” Denise said quickly. “I didn’t know anything about cocaine. I’ve been staying with my boyfriend, ‘I’ they call him.”
“Yes, Isaac Piedmont,” Ms. Carted looked at her clipboard. “We have a friend at the sheriff’s office who knows all about ‘The Big I’. He graduated from high school with my son, Wilson.”
“He’ll be mad at me if anything happens,” Denise was scared.
“Don’t you worry, hunny chile,” Ms. Carter chuckled when she put on her stereotype voice. “If you had read the contract, you’d know we have facilities to insure you can keep yourself clean.” Wilson walked in just then. “Wilson would you escort Denise to the stable. I have a stall all set for her.” She turned to Denise, “No one will get in here, so you’ll be safe here.”
“No, I can’t stay here,” Denise tried to pull away. “You can’t just keep me here.” Wilson took her arm and wrist in his huge black hands, Denise went with him. Except for her crying it looked like she accompanied him willingly.

They got to the stable level and he turned Denise over to Arlene Carter, his older sister. “Mom sent Denise down to you.”
“I know Wil, I’ve already got her a stall.” She took Denise’s other arm and led her to a cage along the wall. It was one of 8 in the room. The others were all inhabited, each one held a naked girl with a collar around her neck. Each of the girls had very large breasts and huge long nipples.
“Come on here with me sweetheart,” Arlene said kindly to her. “I’ve got one of my best rooms for you.” The went into the cell and Arlene released Denise’s arm.
“Take off those clothes for me, Denise,” Arlene ordered. “I’ll help you if you need.”
“No, I can do it,” Denise pulled her arm away from Arlene, and glared at her. She slowly lifted her shirt and took it off over her head. She kicked off her sandals and unzipped her jeans. After she got them off she looked at Arlene, “There.”
“Not quite yet, babe. You’ve got one more thing to take off.” She pointed at Denise’s thong panties, “They don’t cover up very much anyway.”
Denise started to laugh, ”I’ll guess you don’t care for a thong?” She took it down and handed it to Arlene.
“Unn ahh. No way. That looks too small to have in my big behind.” Arlene laughed with Denise.
“Will I have to stay here a long time?” she was obviously scared. “I’m trying to get straightened out.”
“I know you are honey,” Arlene cooed. “Mom will have to decide that. Just don’t worry about it, and things will work out for you.”
“What about my pay? Do I get paid for my milk?”
“Of course you do! We’ll put it in your account for you,” Arlene was adamant. “We don’t charge you very much for care here. This is not really a very expensive operation. It’s cheaper than an apartment in town. That’s for sure.”
Tell me what you think and whether I should contine.
Pttwyn