Jenny applied herself to her new trade with single-minded determination. She was signaled three times a day initially. She stayed around the house until she was more comfortable with the routine. Going into the second week, Kelly added a fourth, then a few days later, fifth daily session. Her sleep was never disturbed, since proper rest was important for maximum production.
She was pleased to report on day five her first success. She only produced a few droplets, but it was a start! Kelly was satisfied, and complimented her dedication. She had now worked up to three ounces per day, about one ounce per session. The only problem she ran into was sore nipples, as she worked up to the strongest setting on the pump. Kelly told her to lubricate her aureole and nipples with vegetable oil prior to each session. This solved the problem completely. She now carried a small bottle of oil right in her case.
Her husband was delighted when she told him about the job and salary. She told him that the equipment had been designed for newly adoptive mothers, and that it had been vital for her to go through the experience personally, to be able to represent the product to professionals in this industry. He was surprised that his normally shy wife had agreed to participate in such a trial, but he sure couldn't find fault with the money!
After the fourth week, she had settled into a regular routine of lactation every three hours, throughout the day. Kelly kept the timing very constant, so working it into her schedule was easy. Her production had increased to eight ounces per session, Her breasts now ballooned heavily from her chest, with a tracery of fine blue veins now visible through her stretched, porcelain white skin. Her aureole and nipple's had swollen, extending well past the margins of the pump cups. On her last phone call to Kelly, she explained the problem. Kelly called her back with news that they had made a new custom harness for her. They agreed to meet over lunch at a restaurant close to the factory, so Jenny could exchange for the bigger size.
For the first time since she had started this project, Jenny had not been "signaled" all morning. She kept checking her watch, to make sure the darn thing was running. Her eight-am and now eleven-am time had passed by without a peep! She called the office, but had been informed that Kelly was "tied up in a meeting, and couldn't be disturbed!"
Her breasts felt like over-inflated water balloons, jiggling with every bump and hole in the road, as she headed over to the restaurant. She wore a sleeveless white blouse and a colorful peasant skirt with a floral print. Her largest bra was white, which showed through the sheer fabric of the blouse, but it was the only one that was comfortable given the swollen state of her breasts. She parked close to the front door of the restaurant, and decided to leave her pump in the car, as she locked the door and walked over to the entrance.
The man at the front desk found the reservation, and led her to a booth at the rear of the room. It was a very fancy place, complete with linen tablecloths and sparkling place settings. It was very popular with the business crowd, so reservations were required. Soft Italian music was playing. She asked for a cup of water from the waiter, explaining that she was waiting to be joined by a friend.
Kelly slipped into the booth at twelve-thirty, dressed in one of her crisp white uniforms. "Sorry I'm late! I got held up in a meeting." She took a sip of water from her glass, and set her napkin in her lap. "Did you forget to signal me?" whispered Jenny, as their waiter approached for Kelly's drink order. "Excuse me just for a minute…" she said to the waiter. "Are you very uncomfortable?" she asked Jenny, who looked down into her lap, as she shook her head yes. "You must excuse my friend!" she said to the young man, as he waited patiently. "She just began nursing, and is still a little shy about it! I'll have a glass of Merlot. And bring my friend some more water," she said, seeing Jenny's empty glass.
"Did you have to tell him that!" asked Jenny, after the man left. "Don't be such a prude!" answered Kelly with a smile. "There's nothing "dirty" about nursing! I brought your new harness." She pulled the rig out of her shoulder bag, setting it on the table between them. We have increased the diameter by an inch, and also widened the outlet to accommodate the increased size of your nipples. I need to check the size, so you'll have to slip off your bra!" Jenny covered her chest with her hands. "No way, not here! We can do it after lunch!" she whispered urgently, as the waiter returned with their drinks.
