Daddy’s Special Treatment: A Lactating Virgins Story
Delilah Cole
Daddy’s Special Treatment: A Lactating Virgins Story
Delilah Cole
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Contents
Introduction
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Delilah Cole likes to write naughty, smutty short stories. When she's not writing, she's reading books in the same genre. Delilah is a crazy animal lover, and although she finds it difficult to remember the names of people five seconds after she's met them, Delilah can tell you the name of someone's dog she met thirty years ago.
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Warning:
This story contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature audiences only. All intimate encounters are depicted between consenting adults. If taboo themes are not for you, we recommend not proceeding. Please enjoy responsibly!
"Lydia, what the hell is going on?" Lydia's best friend, Jenna, shrieked, staring at the wet spot spreading on Lydia's shirt.
Lydia looked down in horror. She'd been trying to ignore the pain and discomfort, hoping it was just a fluke, but there was no denying it now. Her breasts were heavy and tender, and a clear liquid was seeping from her nipples, soaking the fabric. At nineteen, she knew she wasn't pregnant—she'd taken the test twice to be sure. And with her mom out of the picture, since she was a baby, she had no one to turn to for advice but her clueless dad.
Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment as she mumbled an apology and grabbed a sweater off her bed, hastily wrapping it around herself. "It's fine, I'll just..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say.
Jenna's eyes were wide with shock, but her expression softened as she saw Lydia's distress. "You're not okay," she said gently. "What's been happening? Have you talked to anyone about this?"
Lydia took a deep, shaky breath. "No, I haven't," she admitted. "It's just... weird, you know? It started a few days ago. And it's not like I have anyone to talk to about it."
Jenna nodded sympathetically, her eyes never leaving the sweater that now covered Lydia's chest. "Maybe you should see a doctor," she suggested tentatively.
Lydia felt a mix of relief and dread at the idea. Relief because she might finally get some answers, and dread because she'd have to explain this bizarre situation to someone. "Maybe," she said, her voice small. "But who would I go to?"
Jenna pursed her lips, thinking for a moment before saying, "What about Dr. Martin?"
Lydia's eyes widened. Dr. Martin had been their family doctor for years. He was a kind, grandfatherly type, but the thought of discussing something so intimate with him made her stomach churn. "I don't know," she said, her voice wavering.
Her dad, quietly listening from the doorway, stepped into the room. He looked at Lydia, his gaze lingering on the sweater that barely contained the evidence of her condition. A flicker of something passed through his eyes, and Lydia felt her cheeks heat. She could see the outline of his erection growing in his pants.
"Dad," she whispered. This was so embarrassing!
Her father, Robert, swallowed hard, his eyes flicking from her breasts to her face and back again. He cleared his throat, the erection in his pants now impossible to ignore. "Lydia, I... I think we should talk," he said, his voice hoarse.
Lydia felt a knot form in her stomach. "Dad, please," she begged, her voice shaking. "It's embarrassing."
Robert took a step towards her, his hand reaching out tentatively. "I know, sweetie," he said, his voice still gruff with arousal. "Let's go see Dr. Martin. He'll know what to do."
Lydia's sweater was now sticky, and the milk was leaking from her breasts. She nodded, desperation clear in her eyes. Anything to get this situation figured out.
"Come on," Robert said as he took her by the elbow and led her out to the car. The drive to the doctor's office was tense, and the silence in the vehicle was thick with unspoken fear and confusion. Lydia's mind raced, trying to understand what was happening to her body and how to deal with having to talk to her dad and the doctor about it.
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