Enter Sectian Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian Ch. 4

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Going back to her room, she grabbed her phone and looked up painful lactation. None of the cases she read about could explain her situation. She registered for a nursing forum and posted the question. "My breasts haven't lactated in years, but I have a very sore nipple that expresses when milked by hand. The pain is sharp and discouraging. Anyone know what's happening?"

Answers were swift and plentiful. Pamela guessed that nursing women liked to be online while feeding a child.

"No. Go see a doctor."

"Sounds terrible. See your doctor."

"No. See a doctor."

And so on.

Despite the earnest advice, the suffering woman told herself she could wait to see if her nipple improved after a day of rest. It happened that this was a day off, and the pain was only sharp when she pinched the nipple. The ache was present but not consuming.

Having made her decision, Pamela turned to the next obvious question. Had the bug been at her nipple during the night? She had slept with her chest exposed. It was likely, but that didn't explain why her breast was full of milk!

Her next decision was, the bug had to die. The chance that its mandibles and/or proboscis had infected her was too great to be lax about hunting the creature down. She felt ashamed then for allowing it to bite her nipple on the previous day!

Pamela dressed in loose clothes and took a walk outside, to a cafe. She sat with her cappuccino and watched morning people preparing their thoughts for ...

... the day. She waited until it was that time when her daughter normally awakened, but along the walk back home, the occasional brush of her blouse against her left nipple did not provoke much discomfort.

She went to the bathroom and examined her breast. The nipple was far less swollen. She tried a single milking. It sprayed, but it wasn't nearly as sensitive. Pamela ended up milking her left tit until it only dripped like her right nipple, and that didn't take very long, she discovered. Her breast produced less than a quarter cup! Her other nipple gave only thin drops.

"Morning, Momma." Adeline entered and looked at her mother's face via the mirror. "Uh, I have to pee."

"Sure, Honey. I'll start breakfast. Pamela closed the door behind her but stopped just outside. A question came to her, "Adeline, have you seen the large insect which you put in the drawer a couple days ago?"

"I'm peeing, Momma." It was her daughter's way of wanting privacy.

The mother repeated her question during breakfast.

Adeline pursed her lips and looked away. "I looked in the drawer, but it wasn't there, yesterday."

Pamela might have dropped the matter, except she recognized her daughter's rather surprisingly clever way to avoid telling the truth by answering a similar but different question. She would have made an excellent politician.

"Have you been keeping the bug in your room?"

The adult child pouted. She looked down. "Yes, Momma. I feel sorry for it."

Gods! Pamela almost ...