Framing Melinda's New Condition
"It's all in how you frame it," Liam had told her, and now that Melinda was bent over double in the metal restraints with a pair of pumps attached to her sensitive teats she knew exactly what he meant. At the time, she'd just been confused and upset; she'd begun lactating, pretty much out of nowhere and without any explanation, and the doctors she'd seen had simply thrown up their hands and said it was something that could happen and it would probably stop on its own if she didn't express the milk any more than she strictly had to. Which was easier said than done when her tits ached and the creamy fluid leaked through her shirts and just the slightest pressure on her nipples made them squirt.
Back then, she thought the frame was metaphorical. She figured that her roommate Jessie's boyfriend was trying to help her think of her unexpected lactation as a benefit, not a problem--there were people who bought breast milk online, either because they wanted to breastfeed their baby and couldn't produce or because they had a fetish for drinking it, and this was actually an opportunity for someone like Melinda to make a substantial amount of extra money by pumping her udders for strangers over the Internet. It turned out that Liam already had the equipment to help her out, thanks to a strange little coincidence involving her roommate and a similar medical condition, and that probably should have been a red flag to Melinda but she was really just grateful that he was willing to listen. She needed someone to talk to about all this.
So she submitted to her first milking, and although it was awkward and uncomfortable and she wound up squirming so much she accidentally tugged one of the pumps free Melinda was nonetheless comforted by the six hundred dollars she got from her first month of production. But Liam told her that his girlfriend was already making twice that much, and that convinced Melinda to keep going with it because nothing stimulated her breasts to make milk like being milked, and Liam mentioned that he happened to have the perfect solution to prevent any messes like the one she'd had her first time out. And that was when he introduced her to the literal frame, with its clamps and straps and buckles to hold her in place so the pumps could do their work, and he reassured her that she didn't have to be naked during her sessions the way Jessie was. That was just something she liked.
But of course after a few sessions of pumping, that was something Melinda liked too. She spent so much time in the couple's company, and Liam was nice enough to talk to them while they were being milked so they didn't get bored, and even though she couldn't remember much beyond just the sound of his warm, soothing voice she found herself very happy to listen. And after a couple of weeks she wound up stripping naked the same way Jessie did and at the same time, and once she was naked and bent over double in her restraints it seemed only natural for Liam to want to wet his dick in her slick pussy. Milking always made her horny, after all. He was only trying to help her out. It was really kind of a favor… and if Melinda noticed that her eyes always glazed over and her mind emptied out while he was doing her that favor, she forgot by the time the session was over.
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