Odette's body shivered. She knew that a move like that would normally paralyze her, but the cloth provided enough of a barrier to let her keep her head. It still rippled gently through her being, the amazing vibration caused by Pari's hot breath against her inflamed pink mound. Pari went at it again, two quick swipes this time, and she felt it once more, the feeling of her breasts tingling. The only way she would explain it was like churning, the feeling of the milk building up against the spot right behind her teat, being contained only barely against her will. She needed more to go over, she was leaking for sure, but the sustained explosive force of lactation would only be achieved by focused, deliberate attention.
Pari consumed the sight of Odette's twisted face, her button nose scrunching, her eyebrows furrowed. She was a sexual mess, and Pari was an experienced tease, working Odette's left nipple like a strawberry. With each go Odette would wince back a moan with clenched jaw, trying her hardest to remain in control and hold herself back. With each go, she was losing her ability to do so. After awhile the nipple clung to the fabric, the mixture of leakage and saliva causing the woven cotton blend to be transparent. Odette's frosty skin which stemmed an ocean of breast milk showed beautifully through the thin barrier. Pari was game to continue with her tease, till her excitement had her accidentally graze Odette's tip with her teeth, the ensuing moan causing a long strand of milk to fire and an electricity to fill the air.
The two started on their side, but quickly had the smaller of the two roll onto her back. Pari impatiently unbuttoned the remaining buttons and tugged the shirt away, revealing two masses the size of overly inflated basketballs. For a moment, she soaked in the view: Odette on her back, head slightly tilted with only her left eye visible under her curtain of hair. Her narrow, angled jaw slightly open and airy breaths escaped from moist, pink lips. She was so small, delicate like a doll with thin arms and tiny hands. Then there were her tits, covering her whole frame with a protective softness that was in constant motion. Pari couldn't decide where to start, both were so perfectly symmetrical, leaking profusely, topped by delectable inch-long nipples, and slowly but noticeably expanding. As a doctor, she could have taken better care, should have made this whole process quick and painless. Now, with the arousal, Odette's tits would be working against her, throwing production into overdrive as if they were mindful of their own size and wanting to grow even larger. Odette's colossal titties would be compensating for what was lost, an inhuman amount of delicious cream that without any mitigation would end with her filling the room, the house, and who knows how much larger.
It was time to get to work. And Pari loved her job.
The ceiling light blurred for Odette, fan swinging in a gentle circle above. Then every single light in the room went dim and her eyes were alight as her body went nuclear in response to Pari's action. She felt her own right boobs gently swooping and rocking back and forth as Pari played below. She noted her vision blooming with new lights and colors brought on by the orgasmic sensation of release and no matter how much she blinked, the brightness would not fade. Her arms pulled at Pari's sheets, the rustling stirred up the air around her and filled it with a natural scent: Pari's scent. In this state, the smell was overwhelming. She moaned the only name that would come to mind, the one that dominated her thoughts and the one responsible for this euphoria.
"Mmm, Pari! O-ohhh!" came the sultry tones.
"Mmmm, Odette. You're so good." Pari heard herself answer.
In the time it took to respond, she got a face full of breast milk. Both tits created arcs in the air as they fired off sweetness, but the right one which had earned Pari's vote of attention was particularly active. With her tongue she coaxed at the aching knob of Odette's nipple, rewarding the increased flow with more lip work. She wrapped her thick, pillow lips about the nipple, sucking in as much breast as she could fill her mouth with and tasting the fine taste of a denied Odette. If anyone were to read over the notes that Pari had taken, they would note that if Odette ever missed a treatment, the milk she produced would change quality, becoming thicker and creamier. The theory was that the process would be magnified and nutrients would increase in concentration producing milk that had a richer, stronger taste. In the moment, Pari experienced just this; sweet syrup lining the inside of her open maw. It was obsessively delicious, even bearing a light aroma akin to an herbal tea with honey, and addictive beyond what Pari had last recalled. Each time she seemed more drawn to it and during the day, she found herself thinking more and more about milking Odette in this way. When she had a clear head, she would argue to herself. "You're taking advantage of a little girl who is supposed to be your patient."
But in times like these when she was busy ravaging and being rewarded for her efforts, she felt like nothing else could feel more right. Odette would squirm under her causing her chest to sprightly jiggle, more tit flesh bouncing off of Pari's face. Her moans would entice Pari to go further. It was a dangerous, lascivious dance that would not stop until Pari was full or Odette was empty.
Odette's body moved on it's own. Her left hand migrated to her left boob and found Pari's hand there. They both pressed and pulled on the cushy heap, bouncing it against its twin and pushing it to keep up with the lactation process. Odette flicked at her nipple as Pari sucked her other off. The feeling was bliss. She felt completely at the will of Pari and her own body, each taking their turn making her mind go blank. It felt good to let go. It felt good to be in this position. The pressure inside her, the milk that pushed out against her tight pair of mammaries, gushed out in increasing amounts. This toe curling sensation of her warm milk being sped through her sent her heart a flutter. Then there was the sound Pari made, the wet lapping and the eager swallowing. She could tell her milk was being handled by a professional. In her mind, she could remain in this form of rapture forever.
When Pari was ready - and whether Odette was ready or not - Pari thought it time to properly latch. She got up from her straddling position and tossed aside her milk drenched top and a pair of shorts that had been stained with her own body's approval. She positioned a few pillows for back support, had a seat at the head of her bed and patted her lap. Odette was in place as quickly as her swaying chest would allow. Even when she was in place, her boobs would not stop moving. They seemed to defy gravity, always bouncing pendulous and dripping with tasty milk. Pari thought that she had done a good job, but her work only showed that her sucking had been just as much as Odette had been producing. The taut flesh globes remained the same size. It was no use, if she wanted to have Odette down to her manageable size, she would have to go at it one-hundred percent.
Who could complain about that.
"Pari?"
"Mmhm?" Pari looked down, brushing some hair from Odette's face with her right hand. Her left was occupied clinging to the girl's meager body supportively.
Odette rolled her head closer into Pari's shoulder. "I'm waiting."
It wasn't impatient. It was cute. It was flirty.
There wasn't a moment to lose. Pari scooped up Odette's right udder and delivered it straight to her mouth, without having to lean. When her hand squeezed from the bottom and her teeth clamped just right, Odette's head flung backwards and her mouth hung open. She began to seize in Pari's arms, but there was no cause for worry. In fact, Pari's excitement built up just in time for the first wave of the evening to nearly choke her. Her cheeks filled up too quickly for her to swallow it down. Some escaped from her mouth, dripping down her lips, saturating her bra and painting her chin and boobs in a glossy whiteness. By the time she had become mindful again, she was three or four mouthfuls in. Her taste buds were overwhelmed, flavor beyond what she knew to be a dessert, addictive and thick enough to give her some trouble swallowing. Then there was the constant melody of Odette crying out again and again.
"Oh! Pari, give it to me! Suck my tit, Mmmmmugh!"
The sound of her swallowing matched the tempo of the moaning, like a constant throaty thump with each wailing cry of pleasure. Odette's milk rushed down Pari's throat, faster and harder. She began to sense that her progress was slow. It would be slow milking and thus, an amazing one. She would lose count of the amount of times she had swallowed, lose track of time, enjoying the warmth of breast milk from the girl she had come to love.
Odette watched through slitted eyes as Pari, her caretaker and best friend, greedily sucked her tits. Even with the flow being absurdly powerful, she still found moments to flick her tongue in circles, zapping Odette's nipples into an exciting buzz. She could feel it all through her breast flesh; in those moments she could feel her every extremity. Every nerve in her tits was on high alert, the massaging from underneath causing her arousal to build up, higher than a skyscraper. She felt intoxicated as Pari met her every physical need without exception. She didn't know of a better time than this, no one else who could make her feel whole like this. She came again from the stimulation, the third time in that one milking session alone, and she knew the sensation of delicious heat would only grow hotter.
The two girls were burning for each other, each exhibiting their specialties in a reciprocal dance of mirth. Pari would empty her cheeks, her throat loudly thumping as she would chug yet again. For each one, she threw her dexterous tongue into motion to remind Odette just how much she appreciated her. It was almost like she was making love to Odette's nipple, an experienced mate coaching an energetic partner. The vacuum hold she held was hard, capturing a good portion of Odette's tit flesh in her mouth and holding it hostage so long as she was repaid with more sweet, sweet nectar. She felt it tingle going down her throat, another sugary glob of warmth descending down behind her chest, not a second away from the one that had gone before it, settling in her core like a pile of burning coals. They were steadily accumulating, pushing Pari's center away from her hips till she looked distended. There was glory in that for her, feeling Odette's love deep inside her, like a heater on the inside plumping her out with just the volume of breast milk. Tonight she felt confident that she would end up at a nice size. Her first mental tally had her at a size that she could usually only see after Thanksgiving dinner with the family, a nice hand sized growth that pushed away from her thin middle. She smiled, knowing how much more Odette was capable of producing, and continued stuffing the milk down.
