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Jaycee's Blog - Tue, Dec 21
🕑 Added 2021-12-22 01:00:03 +0000 UTCI forgot to mention this, but a few days ago, Brooke told me she'd be coming over from Montreal, spend a few days with me here, and drive me back to Montreal on Friday, in time to spend Christmas with my family. She timed it so she'd arrive here around noon and we'd be able to have lunch together.
As soon as she arrived, I rushed to greet her and help her carry her things in the lobby. At the sound of my voice, however, her expression shifted. She winced and glanced around until her eyes locked on the four faeries giggling from my work desk.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"UGH!" she exclaimed, shuddering inexplicably.
"What? WHAT?"
"Stop. Talking." Brooke grimaced, covering her chest with her hands.
This is where I need to rewind.
When I woke up this morning, the faeries wouldn't tell me what my advent gift was. They said it'd be a surprise. I'd find out during the day. It wasn't anything bad. I'd find out during the day. Off in her corner, Fantasia was chuckling and making little mooing sounds. Grief was glaring at her and Attitude kept shushing her. They said once I found out, I'd have control over whatever it was. Until then, it would happen at random(-ish).
Forward back to the present. Brooke was glaring at the faeries.
"You think this is funny?" she asked. "You're ruining a perfectly good silk shirt."
"We'll replace it, sweetie," Fantasia said with a grin. "In the meantime, enjoy it."
"Enjoy WHAT?" I said.
"Milk," Brooke said, staring sullenly at her chest.
She removed her hands and I saw: the entire front of her red silk shirt clung to her (very sexy) boobs, soaked with milk that came out of her nipples in squirts. It didn't take us long to figure out what today's gift was: making women's breasts lactate. Just from that embarrassing minute, Brooke's breasts had swollen with milk and completely soaked her shirt. I was amazed at how stunning she looked with milk-enhanced boobs, and...well, y'know, the Little General stood to attention pretty quickly. That didn't escape Brooke's attention and she ordered me to turn around.
Fortunately, as the faeries said once I had figured out what the gift was, I was also able to control it. I stopped Brooke's lactating right away. The faeries did give her a very nice silk shirt. It was—I'm told—some expensive Korean silk design that came with no top buttons and gave the wearer a very plunging neckline. Brooke protested, but a quick glare from Attitude reawakened her sense of gratitude.
"Thanks," she said, "much appreciated." She turned to me. "And Jaycee?"
"Huh...?" I said distractedly.
"Eyes up here," Brooke said.
So we had lunch, then I went back to work. Since it was just us guys, Brooke changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, and played some video games while I finished my day's work—which ended around 4 PM. I then joined her to play some split-screen Call of Duty competitive play. Of course, any time it looked like she was winning, I filled her boobs with milk, causing enough distraction to win every round.
Until the third time I tried it. Then I got punched in the shoulder really hard and remembered that Brooke was still pretty strong as a girl. Even after being turned into a woman (and no doubt kept that way by well-meaning faeries), she kept up her fitness training. She may not be bulky, but those muscles sure pack a solid punch.
So I left her alone for the rest of the day. We did go for dinner at a local restaurant (one of the few that's still open on Tuesdays). I chose one that I never go to. It's always better to play it safe if you're going to play with women's boobs.
I did cause our waitress (Bonnie) to lactate, but just a little. Enough to cause her some aching and discomfort (and making her boobs uncomfortably big in her small bra), but not enough that it would be instantly visible. Brooke watched me with a wry smile, aware of what I was doing. Over the course of dinner, I did increase the "flow" in Bonnie's breasts. Even though her she wore a black vest over her white shirt, I noticed a dark patch forming around her nipples. She saw my stare, blushed furiously, and excused herself. She ran away and that was the last we saw of her. Service was concluded by the busboy, who, unfortunately, was a man.
Brooke didn't allow me to "hit" her with more lactation, but insisted it would be perfect for the next spot on our itinerary: Cabaret Lady Mary Ann, our favorite local strip club. There, we did have some fun with some strippers who, right there on stage, squirted milk like fountains. Most of them were a little freaked out and rushed off stage, but one—named Samantha—actually rolled with it and made a very sexy show on the dance floor.
And yes, she was kind enough to join me in a private booth and get freaky with me for about half an hour—but that's a story that should stay between us. What happens in a VIP booth stays in a VIP booth.
I'll just say this: mooo!
--Jaycee
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A Man with Joe Name
What a good sport she was!
