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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality.  If this is
offensive do not read - delete file.  For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy!  Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.

>                 My Baby
>                 by Lee X.

My wife's pregnancy had been a difficult one. Joyce had always
been trim and athletic, and resented the physical inconvenience
of carrying an unborn child. "Someone has to do it," I'd say
disingenuously. She'd reply by baring her teeth and threatening
to sit on me. I did try to equalize the burden as much as I
could, though. In addition to attending the Lamaze classes with
her, I started cooking dinners and washing the dishes - seeing as
how it was getting more and more difficult for her to reach down
into the sink. Just before the baby was due, a further problem
revealed itself. For some some reason Joyce's breasts hadn't
started producing any milk. Her doctor at the Women's Health
Clinic prescribed special hormones to stimulate her milk glands,
but they often made her nauseous. She was exasperated to no end. 

"It's not enough that I had to take a leave of absence just so I
could wear these damn maternity clothes around the house. NOW I
have to be sick to my stomach so the baby won't grow up neurotic
from being bottle fed! It's just not fair," she wailed! "I really
think it's worth it, dear," I replied in my most soothing voice.
"You know how cheap those commercial baby formulas are." Yes,
you've told me all about it, thank you," she moaned. "I know how
unfair it is for you to have to make all the sacrifices," I
consoled. "It'll change though, after the baby's born. I really
meant what I said about the diapers, you know." "But I'm still
going to have to stay home to nurse the kid any number of times a
day. YOU can't imagine how much that will do for my career," she
whined.    "But dear, the first few months of an infant's life
are so..." "Well if you're so concerned about it, why don't you
take the damn pills and do it yourself," she snarled! "I would if
it would do any good." I replied calmly. "But for some things
there's just no substitute ..." You know, I read an article in a
paper at the supermarket once," she said with a gleam in her eye,
"about a father who was left with a baby girl after his wife died
in an accident. She was too young to be weaned so he had to let
her suck on his breast just to keep her from crying. After a
month he actually started producing milk" "You don't really
believe a preposterous story like that, do you?" I demanded
incredulously.  "Well, it's possible, you know. The doctor at the
Clinic said it was all just a matter of hormones and stimulation
from the baby." "Even if it were, I couldn't very well walk
around with a pair of breasts buldging through my shirt!" "They
probably wouldn't be that noticable," she pressed on, "I asked my
doctor and she said the pills wouldn't make my breasts get any
larger. They just stimulate the milk glands." "Well, I have to
admit that I have at times kind of wondered what it would be like
to nurse a baby." "So you'll do it!" she cried. It was the first
time I'd seen her face light up in a month. "Well ... I really
..."  "Oh, I can't wait to go back to work!" she sang happily.

By the time that Katy was born I could already feel some
tenderness around my nipples. But to my relief there was no
change in my physical appearance. What had at first seemed like a
crazy idea was becoming more and more a practical alternative.
Especially since Joyce was so eager to return to her job at the
advertizing agency and I had as little interest in working as
ever. By then I had virtually taken over running the house
anyway, so there was really no reason why Joyce shouldn't return
to work as soon as she felt up to it.

Katy took to my breast right away, even though there was still no
milk for her at that point. Reluctantly, I had no choice but to
give her a bottle as well. By the end of the first month she came
down with a bad case of colic, which I was sure was due to the
formula. By that time, any thin hope that Joyce's breasts would
develop a belated maternal interest had pretty much evaporated,
and I was ready to give up on mine as well. Katy would wake up
crying several times a night from the colic, and I would have to
get up and take care of her. (Joyce would sleep through anything
and it was my responsibility anyway). Katy would instinctively
snuggle up to my breast and it would sadden me to think that I
was unable to give her the nourishment she needed.

After two weeks, the lack of sleep finally took its toll on my
health and I came down with the flu. For days I did nothing but
lie in bed with a fever, oblivious to nearly everything. Katy
liked it just fine though, as she got to snuggle up to me all day
long. One morning I heard her gurgling happily and glanced down
to find a thin stream of colostrum running down my front. I
immediately jumped up and called Joyce at work.

"Honey you won't believe what just happened!" I exclaimed. "Katy
got her first tooth and bit you," she guessed.  "No even better
than that." I said excitedly. "I just produced some milk!" "Oh,
Les, you must be so proud of yourself! After all this time. Are
you nursing her right now?" "No, I just got out of bed for the
first time in days. I almost feel like a normal human being
again." "Well you should let her suck all she wants now that it's
starting to flow. That will keep it coming, you know," she
suggested. "You're right," I said. "Will you be coming home early
tonight?" "Well, I might have to work late again," she paused,
"but I'll really try to get off as soon as I can." "OK, dear, I
just can't wait to show you!" I hung up the phone and slid back
into bed with Katy. She immediately went for my breast and
started sucking. For the first time I began to feel the  subtle
flow of milk as it oozed out of my nipple. I felt a warm flush
spread upward into my neck and face. A shiver of excitement
tinged with embarrassment overcame me. I relaxed and fell asleep
with Katy still nursing at my breast.

Joyce got home that night as late as usual, but brought some
Chinese food for dinner. I was still in bed with Katy. "Les!" she
exclaimed as she walked in the bedroom. "You look absolutely
radiant. I'd never of guessed you'd been so sick just a few days
ago." "Well, I still feel a little dizzy," I said, "and my
sinuses are pretty stuffed up." "But your skin looks so soft and
healthy, and there's so much color in your face," she went on. "I
wonder if it's those pills?"  "Oh, I haven't really noticed any
side effects," I replied. "Your doctor seems to know what she's
talking about. My breasts have gotten tender, but not really any
bigger." "Umm, let me see," she said pulling back the covers,
"Why you're right, Les, I would never have known. It really is a
miracle! Katy is so lucky to have a father like you!"  "And I'm
lucky to have such a hard-working wife." I whispered as I kissed
her on the cheek. "Oh, that reminds me, dear," she said, raising
her head. "I have to go on a business trip with my group for the
rest of the week. Do you think you feel well enough to take care
of the house without me?"  "I'm sure I can manage," I said with
just a hint of disappointment in my voice. Joyce must have
noticed, for she looked at me and started unbuttoning her blouse.
When she finished slipping off her clothes she crawled into bed
and wrapped her legs around me. It was the first time we made
love since about five months into her pregnancy.

I took a shower the next morning and noticed, as I was drying
myself, that I didn't need a shave. Having a light beard, I only
had to shave a couple of times a week, but this was definitely a
change. "Well, this kind of side-effect I can certainly live
with," I thought to myself. I examined my breasts and noticed
that though they weren't exactly swollen, small drops of
colostrum were already starting to seep out of the nipples again.
I still didn't have enough milk to last Katy all day, however,
and wound up giving her a bottle that evening. She immediately
came down with the colic again, and kept me up the whole night.
THAT was enough to give me a relapse of the flu, forcing me to
spend the next day barely concsious in bed. I woke up the
following morning and pulled off the covers, grazing my chest
with my hand. I gasped and felt my heart pound into my rib cage.
Looking down, I saw that my breasts had swollen to the size of a
teenage girl's. They were moist with colostrum so I set Katy to
work with her mouth. "Probably just a build-up from yesterday." I
thought, nervously trying to reassure myself. They DID seem
somewhat smaller after she had her fill. By evening, however, I
had to admit that my breasts weren't getting any smaller. They
still weren't too noticeable, though. The next morning I was
almost afraid to look. When I finally did I almost fainted. They
were not JUST swollen, but rounded, with a definite cleavage down
the middle. As I raised up they shifted forward and the weight of
the fluid pushed them outwards. A thin stream of milk spurted out
on the bed. I pulled Katy over to catch it and took a deep
breath. I could feel sweat start to form on my upper lip. I
relaxed a little as her sucking began to reduce the internal
pressure but felt my mind racing. "How can I hide them now?" I
thought frantically. Joyce wouldn't be back for two more days.
Until then, I wouldn't even be able to leave the house for fear
that someone would notice. I got up, pulling on a robe instead of
a shirt. The thick folds would make them less noticeable, I
reasoned. After making breakfast, I sat down in the reclining
chair and tried to gather my thoughts. My nose felt cold and my
hands were trembling. I started to shiver and felt my stomach
contract. I knew I was going to lose it and rushed into the
bathroom. As I was bending over the toilet, I saw my breasts
hanging down thru the opening in the robe. They looked just like
a woman's. I washed my face and stumbled back into bed. Katy
snuggled up to me and started cooing happily. Exhausted, I fell
asleep. I was awakened sometime later by a sound. The doorbell.
"Who on earth could that be," I thought sleepily. I got up,
pulling the robe  around myself, and wandered to the front door.
As I was opening it I began to think more clearly and realized
that I could have pretended no one was home. "Too late now," I
mused, and looked up into the face of a young delivery boy. 
"UPS, Ma'am. Could you sign here?" he mumbled, shoving a
clipboard under my face. I froze, staring at him in terror. He
seemed to have no idea who I was. "Uh, it's OK, Ma'am. You can
just sign your husband's name if you want." he suggested, trying
to be helpful. I took the pen and scrawled something on the form.
He handed me a package and I almost dropped it. "Um, sorry to
bother you like this, Ma'am, we can just leave 'em inside your
screen door from now on if you like," he almost tipped his hat
for me. I whispered something in assent and shook my head up and
down. I was staring at him the whole time. I must have looked
like a ghost; he was starting to get scared too. Anything as long
as he would leave and stop calling me that name! "Well...good
day, Ma'am..." he turned and lumbered off, not sure just what had
happened. I shut the door immediately and collapsed against it.

When I caught my breath, I staggered into the bathroom and gazed
into the mirror. The robe was kind of long, of white terrycloth
with a light blue border. Beneath it lay the vague outlines of my
breasts, the material pulled tight by the drawstring around my
waist. But it was my face that shocked me. It was fuller than
before, with a sort of soft flush in the cheeks. My beard was
nowhere to be seen; it seemed to have disappeared entirely. Uncut
for months, my hair fell in my face in disarray. And my eyes,
round and moist, stared back in disbelief. I looked like a
hungover housewife.