Like Candy on the Tongue

It is not well for a man to pray and live skim milk.

–Henry Ward Beecher

 

Chapter One

 

Dyan looked at the card and answered honestly, before she gave it any thought and probably because of the alcohol running through her body at the moment. “Bigger boobs.”

Stacie burst out laughing, Elan and Jerry exchanged nervous grins and stifled the laughter they felt bubbling up.

“What?” Dyan asked a little bit rudely. “I thought we were giving honest answers to the questions.”

“Um, we are,” Elan said. “But you didn’t ask the question out loud yet.” They were playing a card game called Honesty he brought over for entertainment after dinner. It was just a box of questions that asked impolite and personal questions. It was supposed to be a way for strangers to quickly get to know one another.

“Oh. Let me look at it again.” Dyan’s face flushed red and she focused her eyes on the card. “‘What would you change about yourself to appeal more to the opposite sex?’” she read aloud. After a half-second’s pause she added. “What if you’re not attracted to the opposite sex?”

“You could probably just tailor the answer to target your particular romantic ideal,” Elan said.

“Well I’m not changing my answer,” she said.

“And you’re supposed to write down your answers,” Elan reminded her. “We’re supposed to guess who wrote down the answer at the end of five questions.”

“Oh shit! That’s right. I’ve been drinking, you know,” she winked broadly at her friends. In actuality only one of them was her friend, Elan. He was a recently acquired boyfriend she met at, of all places, the grocery store. She couldn’t help laugh at the oddly curved cucumber in the farm-fresh vegetable basket that was just a little too spot-on in its resemblance to an erect cock. When he saw what she was laughing at he had grinned a little too broadly knowing exactly what she was laughing at. And that was that. Two weeks later she was meeting his friend Jerry and Jerry’s girlfriend Stacie.

“We know,” chortled Jerry. He could handle his liquor better than her, apparently.

She fixed him with a slightly bleary gaze. “So what’s your answer, smart guy?”

He held her eye a moment and then replied, “Be more attentive.”

Elan quickly piled on. “Show more interest in her feelings.”

Both men laughed at Dyan’s sour face. She stuck out her tongue at them and Stacie giggled at the whole scene. “Physical attributes, boys,” she said pointing to the card. “No one’s interested in your phony bullshit answers trying to make you seem like sensitive new age guys.”

Jerry snatched it away from her and read it again. “It doesn’t say that,” he pointed out.

She grabbed the card back and re-read it. “Fucking hell.” The other three laughed at her again. Despite the situation she laughed a bit as well. “Well, you’d say bigger boobs as well if you had gone your whole life barely being able to fill up an A cup.”

Her evaluation of her chest’s primary physical attribute was accurate. Dyan was tall and lithe making her the envy of most other women. But her breasts were small to the point of being boyish.

“Don’t be so quick to judge,” Stacie piped up. “It’s not exactly fun to have to haul around a pair of Ds everywhere you go.” In contrast to Dyan, Stacie was barely five feet tall and would have been described as a tomato fifty years previous. She was all curves which made Dyan a little jealous, even if the woman’ sporting waist-length black hair might have been described by someone with less tact as chubby.

“So you’d wish for smaller breasts?” Dyan asked and tried not to leer at the other woman’s cleavage. She had only met her a few hours ago and it seemed an impolite thing to do to a near-stranger.

Stacie shook her head, her long black hair whipping slightly back and forth. “Nope. Too afraid of plastic surgery. Or any surgery for that matter.”

“What would you change?” Jerry asked her. He had a vested interest in her answer being her boyfriend.

She looked away from the other three, staring up at the ceiling. “I would have said yes when Andrea Levin tried to get me in bed with her in college.”

Elan laughed. Jerry’s eyes went wide. Dyan tilted her head a licked her lips. “That’s not changing something about yourself,” she pointed out.

“Yes it is,” Stacie insisted. “It’s changing my history.”

“And how would that change appeal to men?” Elan wanted to know.

Stacie glared at him. “Most men are into women who are bi or adventurous. I wish I was more adventurous.”

Elan looked at his friend. “Jerry, this is your big opportunity,” he stage whispered. “You’ll be able to talk her into anything.” He laughed again.

“Men can’t tell if you’ve slept with another woman just by looking,” Dyan insisted.

Jerry nodded. “True enough.” He grinned just using the left side of his face. “Have you slept with another woman?” he asked. “You look like you might have.”

Elan laughed uncomfortably and toyed with his glass that was still half full. Dyan looked calmly back at the short, bald man and answered, “No.”

“I guess I was wrong,” Jerry said.

“I’ve slept with three,” Dyan amended and took a long pull from her glass nearly emptying all the wine that remained in it.

Stacie gasped. She wasn’t sure if Dyan was bragging or lying, but it seemed amazing to her that the other woman could be so bold or adventurous. “You have?” she marveled.

Dyan nodded once. “Two women back in college—I was a little drunk both times, kind of like now.”

The table went silent at Dyan spoke. “What about the third?” Stacie asked when neither of the men asked the logical question.

As much as she wanted to, she forced herself not to look away and focused on the little scar on Stacie’s forehead. “She was a woman I dated for a couple months a few years ago.”

Elan gasped.

“Told you,” Jerry commented. “Did you know this?” he asked his friend more seriously.

“No.”

Dyan looked back at her new boyfriend. “Does that bother you?”

He slowly shook his head. “No,” he repeated.

“See,” Stacie piped up once more. “Men are into women who are bi.”

After a long uncomfortable silence when everyone drank a little more, Stacie pulled another card from the box. “’What’s the most serious crime you’ve ever committed?’” she read and then added. “Write your answers down this time.”

It turned out to be a fun evening. Dyan enjoyed herself much more than she had predicted. After a year of dating on and off she had come to understand that she was more of an introvert than she liked to admit. Long bike rides weren’t just her preferred method of exercise; they were a way to exclude other people. It wasn’t exactly a social sport. When she discovered that Elan was a rider himself—and had once biked across the U.S. over the course of a summer—she decided to try and make this new relationship work.

She stumbled out of Jerry’s house with Elan’s assistance. He wasn’t nearly as far gone as she was. He knew how to pace himself. After they settled into his car he paused a moment before starting it.

“I think I can help you with your wish,” he told her.

“What wish?” she mused. “The wish to become a princess or the wish to fly to the moon?” She knew she was drunk. “Or the wish to free the genie from the lamp?”

Elan shook his head slowly and leaned over to kiss her lightly on her lips. She liked that even if her lips were a little numb from too much wine. “The wish for you to have bigger breasts.”

“Ha!” she barked. “You gonna pay for silicone implants? ‘Cause that ain’t happening.”

Once more he slowly shook his head. “Nope. I’ve got a better way of making women’s breasts grow.”

“Really? And how’s that?”

“Back in high school we called it the phoenix effect.”

 

Chapter Two

 

Elan actually wasn’t kidding. His apartment was in a nice part of downtown. She had been slightly disturbed the first time she went to his place and found the two-bedroom apartment was spacious and beautiful. The bedroom that looked over the park was where he slept. The other bedroom was half-filled with comic book boxes—all of them crammed full of comic books making them weigh a ton—and the other half was filled with his three bikes and biking gear. She told herself she had to accept him for who he was. There was no way to find a perfect fit in an off the rack world. The comics would have to be okay.

He was showing her some old X-Men comics. Dyan wasn’t so square that she didn’t know who the X-Men were but she was confused on almost all the backstory that Elan explained and when she realized two different characters were named Phoenix, she all but gave up.

“Don’t worry about that,” he told her. “Rachel Summer is just Jean Pryor’s daughter from an alternate future timeline.”

“I thought she was Scott’s daughter. The one-eyed guy.”

“Cyclops. Yeah. Scott and Jean’s daughter.” He paused and took a deep breath. “See, in this issue, when she’s first introduced she’s a teenaged girl and is pretty flat-chested. Later on, in this book, when she acquires the Phoenix Force, her breasts have suddenly gotten huge.”

Dyan shook her head. “But isn’t that because she’s older and there’s a different artist drawing her?” After little more than two months with Elan he was already starting to affect her—not that was a bad thing, it was just unexpected.

“Different artists, yes, but in the time line of the story she’s only a couple of months older. No one’s tits grow that fast.”

“Maybe they do in comic book land,” suggested Dyan.

“It’s the Marvelverse, or Earth-616,” he corrected. “And that’s kind of the point my friends and I made back in high school. One of the powers of the Phoenix Effect is to make Rachel’s tits huge.”

“Ha. Teenage boy sex fantasies on paper,” she commented. “And unless you plan on giving me the Phoenix Force, how do I get bigger boobs without magic or surgery?”

The moment had arrived. Elan had been dancing around the issue for too long now and he needed to come out with it. Any longer in their relationship and she’d rightly be accusing him of hiding a secret. If he had mentioned it right away it would have sabotaged their romance. “How do you feel about lactation?” he asked.

For just half a second Dyan wondered what he was asking, but then everything clicked into place and she knew exactly what he meant. She formed her answer carefully. “I think it’s great for breast feeding mothers and babies, but I’m not sure if that’s in the stars for me right now. I’m not looking to get pregnant just to have bigger tits.”

“You can induce lactation in a woman who isn’t pregnant which will enhance her bust,” Elan said. It sounded so formal and matter-of-fact. Dyan wondered if he had said it to a hundred women before her or it he had practiced it a thousand times in the mirror waiting for just the right woman.

Was she the right woman?

“Okay,” she said trying to think calmly and rationally. “Are you asking me to actually try this out?” Dyan looked at her boyfriend and realized he was on the verge of panic. She recognized all the signs: flushed face, twitchy body, trembling fingers, dilated eyes. She wasn’t in a panic. She was somewhere between curious and nervous.

“Um…yeah.” He couldn’t even meet her gaze. He had to look down at the floor to get through the moment. His stomach felt like it was a hard knot of panic ready to explode. He let the moment hang between them for a moment and then hastily added. “But you don’t have to, of course. I don’t want you to think I’m a freak or anything. I just knew about this and thought it would help you out because you said you wanted to have bigger breasts.” He said this all in a rush in one big breath.

While it would be wrong to say that Dyan was specifically asking for this type of proposal, it wasn’t like Elan was trying to force her to do something she didn’t want to do. And she had always considered herself open-minded about everything related to sex. Here was a moment to prove she was the person she thought she was. Still, she had to push him a little bit too. That was the type of person she was as well. “Is this some secret kink of yours that you don’t want anyone to know about?”

Now Elan’s face turning bright red. He was embarrassed at what she had figured out but there was no way to escape it now. “Yeah. Kind of.” He hadn’t picked up his eyes from the floor. “Never mind. Drop it. Forget I mentioned it.”

She put out a cautious hand on his forearm. “Just because it’s a kink of yours doesn’t mean that I’m going to say no.”

Immediately his eyes came up from where they had been glued to the threadbare rug that covered the old hardwood floor and they went wide. “Really? You’ll do it?”

“I didn’t say that either.”

Now his expression went to confusion. “What?”

In spite of herself Dyan actually laughed at him. “I’m teasing. But I haven’t said yes either.”

“What can I do...?”

“Yes?”

“To, um, convince you to give this try?”

“Tell me more. Tell me everything. But first tell me why you’re into women who have lactating breasts.”

He looked away and laughed. “Promise not to laugh at me?”

“No.”

He snorted. “I suppose I should expect that. Okay, well, remember that I told you that I biked across the US one summer?”

“Yes…?”

“I did it with a woman.”

“You left out that little bit of info you naughty boy,” she teased.

“Yeah…you generally don’t tell your new girlfriend about the summer you spent with another woman biking across the US and having sex in a different hotel room every night…except the nights we spent sleeping in our tent.”

“Okay, so?”

“So she was really into having her nipples stimulated.”

“Ah, I see where this is going.”

“Right, so I’d play with them a lot and suck on them a lot. Turns out that not only does nipple stimulation turn on the right woman and under the right circumstances can give her an orgasm—”

“Really?”

But Elan ignored her interjection. “—but it can also be the impetus that causes lactation.”

“Huh. Really? I mean, I’ve heard of jogger’s nipple before where you get too chafed from your bra or shirt when jogging, but not from biking. And I guess I vaguely remember reading something about breast stimulation from too much exercise causing a bit of milk production, but you really went to town on her, huh?”

He nodded. “I really felt in love with her milk. I got so used to the taste and feel of it on my tongue every night after we were done biking for the day…well, I would have stayed with her the rest of my life?”

“Just for her milk?”

Elan covered his face with his hands. “Shit. I sound like an idiot. Well, no, not just for her milk. I was really into that, of course, but it didn’t work out.”

Dyan sighed. “Okay, go ahead and tell me. What didn’t work out with your relationship with…what was her name anyway?”

“Jesse.”

“With Jesse?”

He shrugged a bit. “Personality conflict, I guess. We were a little too young to get married. We were still pretty immature, I guess. And I started to see her as her perfect woman who supplied both sex and milk for me so that started rubbing her the wrong way.”

Dyan shook her head. “Your kink drove her nuts, huh?”

He nodded. “Fuck! And now the same thing is going to happen with you. Shit! I can already see it.”

The willowy blonde goddess in front of him slowly shook her head. She then stood up from her chair and popped open the two buttons on the old flannel shirt she had been wearing so that she could pull down her cami and expose her breasts. “Not yet,” she said. “First step is nipple stimulation, right?”

“Right,” he said, barely able to breathe.

“Well…” she looked down at her soft pink nipples. “Time to get to work.”

Elan half stumbled getting out of his chair and walked with weak knees over to his girlfriend. Going down on one knee he was just tall enough to take her left nipple into his mouth and suck on it firmly. Dyan shivered once and let her head fall back. She knew what she was doing was crazy but she went ahead with it anyway. A little crazy was nice sometimes.

A moment later Elan’s fingers were pinching her right nipple and she started wishing she had first invited him to the bed. Her knees got weaker by the moment and she wanted to collapse to the floor. She hadn’t thought her nipples were really that sensitive—she did like having them played with during sex, but it seemed like tonight they were extra-sensitive. She knew it was most likely psychosomatic. Talking about nipples stimulation and lactation had set her mind into the correct frame to make them little pinpricks of pleasure.

“Oh,” she moaned out loud. It was a quiet moan, but it was just enough to get Elan to stop.

“What’s the matter?” Normally she was pretty quiet during sex. Except when she was cumming.

Dyan pulled in a heavy breath and centered herself. “It felt really good. And it felt like I was going to fall on the floor. Let’s go to the bed.”

Once they had sorted out the more practical matters of breast stimulation in a horizontal position, Dyan was much more relaxed. She even pulled her cami off but kept on her pants, not because of modesty, but because she wanted to see where all of this was going.

Stretched out on her side they quickly discovered another minor flaw with Elan’s plan to make his girlfriend lactate. On her back she knew that her breasts all but disappeared, but a similar phenomenon occurred when she was on her side. Having tiny A cup sized tits meant there wasn’t a lot of material to work with. In addition, her nipples and areola were small. That particular detail wasn’t very important but Dyan always felt that her small pink nipples and areola made her look even more like a boy.

When Elan nuzzled his way down her body and attempted to suckle on her, there wasn’t very much breast for him to actually pull into his mouth. He wasn’t trying to hurt her, but the fun stimulation of a minute ago was suddenly gone and replaced with periodic shots of pain.

“Ow,” was all Dyan could think to say.

“Too hard?” Elan asked. “Am I sucking too hard? I’m probably a little over-eager.” He lightly kissed her wet, pink nipple and waited for an answer.

She hesitated. “Not really. It’s just the position is a little awkward.”

“You chose to lay this way,” he pointed out. “And I need to get as much of your breast in my mouth as possible.”

“Oh really? Is that true?”

He half-shrugged. “Sort of. I need to suck on something and the more of your breast I can get in my mouth, the better.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered to herself.

Elan’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Nothing!” she called out brightly. “How about I get on top of you?”

It wasn’t her favorite position for anything, but straddling Elan’s body was better than feeling like she was getting a mammogram. They shifted together and Dyan found herself riding high on Elan’s torso, dangling her small tits over his face. This time when he started nursing on her sensitive nipples the familiar and wonderful sensation came rushing back over her and she wanted to go floating off into paradise.

“Better?” he half-mumbled into her soft flesh. He had pulled back from her tit just long enough for him to utter the one word. It was too long. She clutched the back of his head and pulled him back to her chest.

“Uh-huh,” she managed to gasp out. This was heaven. She just hadn’t realized she wanted it this way.

Elan was enjoying himself, not concentrating on either nipple for more than a minute at a time, switching back and forth as the mood struck him and mixing in steady, strong sucking with the occasional nip and lick as well. Unconsciously Dyan started rubbing her pussy on Elan’s hard abdomen. That felt even better than just having her nipples sucked.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. Elan wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or herself. It didn’t matter to him because if she was enjoying this little lactation exercise, so much the better. If she actually got off on doing it, then it was perfection.

Her anxious humping of Elan’s torso increased steadily in speed and pressure as Elan continued to suck and pinch her tits. She didn’t care now that he was fully aware that she was really just using him to masturbate. He was actually enjoying the show. When she came it was with a shrill cry of elation and relief, followed quickly by a sob of humiliation.

“What’s the matter?” he asked her, once again frightened he had hurt her.

“I came,” she admitted.

“I know. It’s fine. I enjoyed the show.” He grinned up at her.

“My panties are all wet,” she said, a bit ashamed at that revelation.

He smiled gently. “Well, then, let’s take them off and see what else happens.”

In a flash she rolled off his body and onto her back. A second later she had kicked off her yoga pants along with her pink and yellow flowered boyshorts. During that short interlude Elan had managed to pull down his jeans and too tight maroon boxers to mid-thigh. Dyan didn’t even give him the chance to pull them all the way off. She threw her leg back over his body and quickly settled her shaved pussy on his already rampant cock.

It slid down his length quickly and easily. She sighed once her pubic bone rested comfortably on his little nest of hair. “Okay, that feels good. I needed that.”

He laughed gently at her. “What you needed after getting your tits sucked and cumming on my chest was my cock up inside you?”

Her grin was mischievous and satisfied. “Yes. That’s how I like it? Any questions?”

In answer, Elan grabbed her hips and started thrusting his cock up into her tight pussy. She grunted with satisfaction and let him take control of the moment, not that he hadn’t controlled her the moment she had taken off her shirt and allowed him to suck on her tits. Sometimes it was nice to be worshipped for her sexual qualities and be given pleasure just because he was obsessed wi