Milk Obsession

ONE.

 

To Rikki, milk-filled breasts had always seemed sexy. Her aunt, her mother’s younger sister, had seemed to be pregnant and nursing for most of Rikki’s childhood.

And to Rikki, Aunt Chloe seemed incredibly sexy for several of reasons.

One, she had big boobs. That was sexy.

Two, she had nice curves. Not fat curves, buy sexy curves of full hips and ass and boobs, and, when she was pregnant, belly.

Three, when Rikki had been old enough to figure it out, it was obvious that Chloe must have fucked. A lot. That’s the only way she could have had five kids.

Four, she had a husband that was in love with her. That seemed a little unusual since Rikki’s parents divorced when she was young, so to Rikki milk-filled tits meant a man who loved her. When she was older, she figured out that wasn’t always the case, but it had still formed in her mind when she was young.

Fifth, and finally, Aunt Chloe always seemed to dress sexy. Maybe she was a mom and a wife, but she still wore tight, clingy dresses with plunging necklines. That was partly to assist with breastfeeding, but Rikki was certain it was also to appeal to her husband (and probably other men as well).

 

It was much to Rikki’s disappointment that her boobs never developed on the scale of Chloe or her mother. She didn’t have tiny little things, but they were hardly the center of attention. That didn’t matter so much to her, but how she used them.

Rikki wore tight shirts.

Rikki went braless as much as possible.

Rikki wore halter tops.

Rikki wore tank tops.

Rikki only wore bikinis when swimming.

Rikki considered getting her nipples pierced when she turned eighteen, but then happened across information that informed her she could induce lactation without having to get pregnant.

It was an innocent article about women who adopted infants wanting to breastfeed them like biological mothers. It was an instructional how-to guide in creating breast milk. From that day forward, Rikki was obsessed.

The only scary part was figuring out if she had the willpower to make it happen.

 

The nice thing about working in a call center was that it didn’t take a college degree and it was steady work. A lot of the staff was younger, under thirty, so Rikki fit in well. She was a mostly quiet woman because she didn’t want anyone to think she was weird. On her lunch hour she usually ate alone, reading a book, but was occasionally drawn into others’ conversations.

“What about you, Rikki?” Ellie asked her one day. “Do you have any piercings?” The woman was tall and brash and probably pushing thirty, but she pretended she was younger.

Rikki looked up from her book at the table of three other women. Next to Ellie, Tyresha and Jodi were looking expectantly at her. She tapped the small decorations in her earlobes. “Just my ears,” she said quietly.

“Really?” Ellie was skeptical in her loud voice. “I would have thought that a girl like you with tiny boobs, you would had them pierced to have something to show off to your boyfriend.”

She laughed loudly at Ellie. Tyresha smiled but Jodi didn’t join in the mirth. “Stop it,” Jodi admonished Ellie. “You’re embarrassing her.”

Rikki’s face was bright red and she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want the women to find out her secret.

“Oh come on, what twenty year old doesn’t have a few piercings or tattoos?” Ellie lifted up her chin and showed off the ring she had through her nose. A series of flowers and butterflies decorated her arms. Although she herself was embarrassed at Ellie’s question, Rikki thought the woman was being a little ridiculous.

“Not everyone is like you, Ellie,” Jodi said.

“Both nips and my belly button,” Ellie said as she stood up, angry she wasn’t supported by her lunch partners. “And my husband thinks they’re sexy as hell.”

“That’s your opinion, girl,” Tyresha said softly after the older woman was gone. Then she addressed Ellie. “You do what you want. She’s just angry she’s getting old and hers are sagging after two kids.” She smiled and walked out as well, leaving Rikki and Jodi alone.

Rikki, for all her pride in her tits when she was at home and in relative privacy, tended to dress demurely at work. Today she was wearing a camisole under a tank top with a loose fitting shirt on top of that. She was certain everything was completely covered, but was also in a near-panic that it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“You’re fine,” Jodi told her as if reading her mind. “Not everyone has to broadcast their sexuality all the time like Ellie.”

“Thanks,” said Rikki.

“I only got one done,” Jodi added.

Rikki blinked in confusion.

Jodi brushed aside her long honey-brown hair and said, “I went with a few friends to get our nipples pierced. After the first one, it was too painful so I didn’t go on for number two.” She smiled weakly. “My boyfriend likes it so I kept it in.”

“I don’t want pierced nipples,” Rikki said. “I want them normal. For breastfeeding.”

“You can take them out when you get pregnant,” said Jodi.

Rikki shook her head. “I want to induce as soon as I can.” The words just slipped out by accident. She didn’t realize what she was saying and the moment she did, her hand covered up her mouth.

Jodi looked mildly surprised, but then said, “You can do that if you want, sure. Why not? It’s your body, right?” She nodded and left the small lunchroom.

 

The pump was intimidating to look at, let alone hold. She couldn’t imagine putting it on her body. The bottles of pills were less intimidating. Her parents weren’t recreational drug users, but they did have a line of prescription bottles on the shelf of the bathroom, one shelf for Mom and one for Dad. Taking a dietary supplement wasn’t a problem for Rikki.

She had bought the pump and the pills over the internet, of course. But only after having read too many blogs and advice websites. They all more or less boiled down to the same thing:

 

• Take domperidone
• Use a breast pump at least five times a day
• Use a TENS unit in addition to the breast pump
• Go on hormonal birth control (preferably Yasmin)
• Get a partner who will nurse at least three times a day

 

Rikki found she could only do the first two items on the advice list. The domperidone pills would be easy to buy and to take. Actually using the breast pump would take some effort, but it wasn’t something so outrageous that it scared her.

The TENS unit scared her. Everything she read said it was