The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 13 by Lemaringouin translated by Pimanko.
Stephanie finally made her decision. She headed for Claudine's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in." the voice inside replied.
She opened the door to Claudine's office and saw that she was with Claude. The two of them were poring over a file of hucow production statistics. She announced to them her decision to leave the dairy.
"You know you're free," Claude told her. "You can leave whenever you want to."
"Yes, I know," Stephanie answered.
"We're upset that you're leaving us," he told her. "You were one of our best producers."
"Most of all, Sylvie will be upset," added Claudine.
"Yes, and I ask you to treat her well," said Stephanie. "She's a little wonder."
"I'll let Pierre know that you're coming back to your job at the magazine," Claude informed her.
"Thank you," Stephanie said embracing the dairy's officials.
She left the office and headed toward the dormitories to get of her personal effects. She took advantage of Sylvie's absence to quit the premises.
On arriving in the entrance hall, Martine, the receptionist. who had seen her on her first day here, told her, "You're going to miss us, you know. I hope we see each other again. I called a taxi." Then she stood up and embraced Stephanie.
Stephanie returned to her apartment. She found that her furniture, her things and her neighbourhood where as is. But she had an urgent need to procure a breast pump because her breasts were filling up with milk and were beginning to bother her.
She therefore went to a nearby pharmacy. The pharmacist, who had already seen her before had trouble recognizing her because the volume of her breasts had increased so much. He thought the young woman must have had mammary implant surgery. He devoured her with his eyes but made no remark.
When Stephanie asked him which was the best breast pump, he surmised that she must have had a baby. He suggested several models of manual suction pumps.
'I'll have to get used to this method of expression,' she thought.
Alas, it wasn't so easy to change methods. Her hypersexualization remained unsatisfied. She placed a big cushion at the head of her bed and lay on it, wearing only her undergarments. Unfastening her bra, her two engorged breasts pointed straight out in front of her. She put the breast pump on her left breast and pressed the trigger. A small jet came out of the teat and dripped into the container screwed under the device. She repeated the operation. Again, a small jet slowly dripped into the flask.
As she felt none of the pleasure, she had experienced with the milking machine, she slid her hand into her panty and put her index finger on her vagina's barely moistened outer labia. Not finding enough juices, she withdrew her finger and put it into her mouth to cover it with saliva. Then she slid her moistened finger into her panty again and coated her clitoris with it.
She repeated this operation three more times. Satisfied that her clitoris was wet enough, she began a circular motion around the erect button while continuing to express her milk. The method was hardly effective. her pleasure was slow in coming. She really had to apply herself to excite her clitoris. The orgasm was not what she had hoped for. With nothing left to do, the ecstasy was not there.
Disappointed, she put the breast pump aside and began to masturbate herself vigorously. After about five minutes, she had a small orgasm. Unfortunately, it wasn't intense enough. Its effects dissipated almost immediately.
She stretched her hand to the nightstand's drawer and took out a dildo. She inserted it in her vagina and pressed the button to turn it on. The device began to vibrate. The tension inside her climbed little by little but was nothing comparable to the sensation she had experienced at the dairy. The much-expected orgasm that would have fully satisfied her body just didn't have the same intensity. Only a few shivers shook through her body. What a disappointment! Hardly any milk came out. The little electrical currents that had habitually travelled through her teats were not being reproduced.
Dejected, she removed the dildo from her vagina She began to sob, disappointed at not having felt the pleasure she had felt at the dairy. She felt unsatisfied. She had to find a way to slake her appetite for sensual pleasure. She needed it. In particular, she had to recapture all the pleasure, passion, full-fledged ecstasy that her body was demanding while still relieving her breasts of the huge, insistent, abundant lactation.
'I have to buy a double-acting electrical breast pump,' she told herself.
She got dressed again and left her home for the pharmacy. The pharmacist who had sold her the first breast pump was busy with a client.