Emily sat on her bed trying to come to grips with what was happening to her body. Not since she'd had her first period had she been this traumatized by what was happening to her. The wet spots on her blouse slowly got bigger as she stared at her chest in the mirror. Even though she knew physiologically what was happening, it was still embarrassing. "How do I explain this to daddy?" She thought to herself almost in tears.
She had gone online and began researching why her breasts would be lactating when she wasn't pregnant. Everything began to make sense the more she read about the subject of Spontaneous Lactation. Two of the causes of her condition were anti-depressants and birth-control. It was during her freshman year in college that her mom had suddenly passed away. The loss of her mom threw her into an emotional downward spiral. As a result their family doctor had prescribed a mild anti-depressant to help Emily cope with the loss of her mom. Emily refused to go back to college until she'd come to grips with losing her mom.
Emily and her mom had been as close as a daughter and mom can be. Not only were they close emotionally, but Emily had also been blessed with her mom's looks. There were times people in public mistook them for sisters. Their hair color, facial features and mannerisms. Emily also inherited her mom's huge breasts. By the time she graduated from High School she was already stretching her blouses with a size 36DD.
Because of the shapeliness of her body, her mom had insisted she start taking birth control when she started in high school. But that really wasn't necessary because of Emily's dad. John was a big man who was very protective of his family. Most of the boys who tried to come around were quickly scared away. By the time Emily graduated from High School she had had only one boyfriend. And he had only gotten as far as playing with her huge tits. When Emily tried to take it further, he had this mental image flash across his brain of her father coming after him with a knife. Their date ended abruptly that evening.
Emily discovered her condition was called Galactorrhea. While it wasn't uncommon. It could be caused by both of the prescriptions she was taking on a daily basis. At first it wasn't that bad and she just ignored it, the way we all do when we don't either understand something or just hope that it goes away. But then her breasts began to get bigger as they began to produce more and more milk. She did her best to keep them drained. But then she read where the more she kept them drained the more they would keep producing. When she was fully engorged now her breasts swelled to an E in size. She hated her huge tits.
Emily's thoughts were disrupted by the knocking on her bedroom door. "Em! You ok?" John asked through the door.
"I'm fine daddy!" She said almost crying.
"Can I come in baby?"
"No daddy! Not right now!"
John was never one to take "No" for an answer. He opened the door out of concern for his baby girl. "What's going on baby? Is there a boy I need to know about?" He asked almost laughing, trying to lighten the mood in the room.
Emily threw her arms across her chest as her dad opened her bedroom door and stepped inside. It had been a couple months since her condition had started, and she had done a good job of hiding it from her dad. Now there was no hiding it. She began to cry. "Daddy! I have a problem!" She dropped her hands from her chest and let her dad see the wet marks on her blouse, marking the nipples on her breasts.
As most dad's would have done, John jumped to a wrong conclusion. "Emily! Are you pregnant?" His question was not one of anger, but hurt.
Emily jumped up. "No daddy! I would never let that happen!" She paused as John stared at her chest. "Sit down daddy!" For the next 20 minutes Emily recounted all she had learned about her condition. John listened quietly. He knew the death of his wife and her mother had been hard on her. In his mind this was just one more consequence of that loss. As she finished her story her last comment was, "Not only is this embarrassing daddy, but they really hurt when they're full. Like right now!"
John sat there for several seconds not knowing what to say. Finally he stood up and took her by the hand. "Come with me!" He led her down the hallway to the master bedroom and into his bathroom. "Take off your blouse and bra!" He told her without hesitation.
Emily's eyes shot open in shock. "What?! No daddy! I can't!"
John looked at her with all the tenderness he had towards her as his baby girl. "It's going to be alright baby! Now take off your blouse and bra." He said softly.
Emily hesitantly began to unbutton her blouse as her hands shook. She slipped it off her shoulders. She then reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. Her huge breasts fell from their harness. Her nipples dripping milk. Emily stared down at the floor, unable to look her dad in the eye.
"Look at me Em!" He said with an authority tempered by gentleness. "You have nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. You're beautiful!" He turned her around and had her stand in front of the sink in his bathroom, facing the mirror. He stood behind her with his hands gently gripping her upper arms. "What do you see?" He asked her, looking over her head in the mirror with her.
"They're hideous! That's what I see!" She grumbled as she nipples dripped their milk onto the vanity top.
John slid his massive hands down her arms and under her breasts until her was lifting each of them. "No they're not! They're beautiful. You're so much like your mother it's uncanny." He began to massage each of her mammaries, expressing her milk. Her milk began squirting all over the mirror and countertop. It also began running down John's hands and eventually Emily's stomach. "I did this for your mom when she was pregnant with you." Then he chuckled. "As a matter of fact. I kept her producing milk for a couple years after you were born."
The initial pain of her breasts being squeezed was slowly replaced with relief as the pressure in her breasts was slowly eased. The relief was then replaced with a sensation Emily had never felt before as John worked her breasts and then her nipples with the proficiency of a man who had done this before. Emily's eyes closed as the pleasure swept over her. "Oh daddy! That feels so good!" She moaned as she dropped her head, giving herself over to the pleasure and relief her daddy was giving her.
John smiled as he worked her tits and watched her face and body responding in the mirror. She was the spitting image of her mother, and he knew exactly what she had liked. Thirty minutes ago she had been his daughter. Now she was a woman he was going to take possession of in every way.
The countertop was covered in her milk as streaks of it ran down the mirror. John's hands and forearms were dripping with her milky white juices. Her milk covered tits glistened as John's fingers dug into her flesh, expressing her milk as though there were an endless supply of it.
Then John decided he wanted to see just how much like her mother she was. He pinched her two dripping nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and began to roll them gently, alternating between squeezing them and flicking them with the tips of his fingers. The response he got from her was immediate.
