{"id":213,"date":"2014-01-28T16:17:29","date_gmt":"2014-01-29T00:17:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=213"},"modified":"2014-01-29T09:52:02","modified_gmt":"2014-01-29T17:52:02","slug":"legal-issues-chapter-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=213","title":{"rendered":"Legal Issues – Chapter 3"},"content":{"rendered":"

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Lynn sat up straighter as she looked down her stomach.\u00a0 Subtle differences in how she saw her body told her that her breasts were different.\u00a0 At 28 years old, she knew what she should see when she looked at herself.\u00a0 Her mind picked out subtle differences in the shape and size of her body without relaying the specifics to her.\u00a0 The effect was almost maddening.\u00a0 Was she entirely certain they weren’t as full before?\u00a0 Or whether they hung a little lower or bulged off the side of her body rather than sitting comfortably on her chest?\u00a0 No, not entirely.\u00a0 But her brain told her something was very different.\u00a0 And were her hips wider?<\/p>\n

Her stomach, however, held her attention.<\/p>\n

A rectangular patch of skin, roughly four inches long, above her mound but below her belly button was slightly swollen.\u00a0 Lynn touched the skin carefully, and, like her breasts, she felt heat radiating from the area.\u00a0 It was about as wide as half of her small hand and very nearly perfectly rectangular.\u00a0 That’s… is it an allergic reaction to something?\u00a0 God… dangit… oh crap, what if that’s not milk?\u00a0 Oh god.\u00a0 What if… what if its puss and I have some infection? Does that happen with an allergic reaction?\u00a0 What did I eat last night?\u00a0 The steak was fresh and I got the salad a couple days ago.\u00a0 Same as the dressing.\u00a0 The wine is fine.\u00a0 The… milk….<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Lynn stood and, as her foot struck the floor, a small droplet of milk formed on the end of her right nipple.\u00a0 It was smaller than the drop she noticed after removing her top but still a milky white color.\u00a0 She ignored it as it fell to the floor.\u00a0 The young woman woke her laptop on the small desk in the second bedroom.\u00a0 She unconsciously played with the tender patch of skin on her stomach as she clicked through files.\u00a0 The gentle caress of her fingers felt soothing to her and, soon, she was pressing harder against the thicker skin.<\/p>\n

“Aha!”\u00a0 Lynn exclaimed.\u00a0 Keying in a number on her nearby cellphone, she held the device to her ear as it rang.<\/p>\n

After four rings, a male voice answered.\u00a0 “Shady Oaks, Chris speaking.”<\/p>\n

“Christopher?”\u00a0 Lynn asked.\u00a0 “Mr. Chapman?”<\/p>\n

“Yes.\u00a0 Who is this, please?”<\/p>\n

Lynn’s hand massaged her stomach, grabbing the skin in a small fist to squeeze and pull gently before releasing it.\u00a0 The pinching, pulling, squeezing motion settled her nerves and she didn’t even realize she was doing it.\u00a0 “It’s, hi, it’s Lynn Hathaway?\u00a0 From Spiel & Fillhart-”<\/p>\n

“Yes, Ms. Hathaway, I remember.\u00a0 My answer is still no.\u00a0 And you’ve picked a bad time.\u00a0 I’m elbow-deep in oil trying to fix this old tractor.”<\/p>\n

“No, that’s not why I’m calling.\u00a0 I,” Lynn paused.\u00a0 An image came to mind as she spoke.\u00a0 Christopher out on his farm.\u00a0 Blue skies above with a few clouds slowly passing under the sun.\u00a0 Cats play fighting with a wary eye for passing hawks and owls.\u00a0 Chickens pecking and scratching at what they thought was food.\u00a0 Wind rustling the oak trees lining the property.\u00a0 And the man sitting by himself, cursing and grunting as he pulled at the tractor’s engine.\u00a0 Dirt and sweat lining his brow, just above those green eyes of his.\u00a0 Lynn felt something almost physically tug at her heart as she pictured the scene.<\/p>\n

“Ms. Hathaway?”\u00a0 Chris prompted.\u00a0 “You still there?”<\/p>\n

“I-”\u00a0 Lynn blinked at the start of tears at the corner of her eyes.\u00a0 What in the world?\u00a0 <\/i>She wondered.\u00a0 “No, I mean yes, I’m still here.”<\/p>\n

“Ms. Hathaway-”<\/p>\n

“Please call me Lynn.”<\/p>\n

“Ms. Hathaway, are you doing okay?\u00a0 I don’t know you much but this is not who I remember two days ago.\u00a0 Is something wrong?”<\/p>\n

“No,” she answered.\u00a0 “I mean, maybe.\u00a0 I’m sorry.\u00a0 I don’t know what’s wrong with me.\u00a0 I feel a little scatterbrained for some reason.\u00a0 Do you do anything to your milk?\u00a0 This will probably sound really inune…inoon?”\u00a0 What the hell is that word?\u00a0 It was… dangit!<\/i>\u00a0 “Silly, this will probably sound really silly but is your milk made different than what I’d buy in the store?”<\/p>\n

“Aww no, please don’t tell me you have food poisoning.”\u00a0 Chris said.\u00a0 Lynn could feel the man’s concern over the phone.<\/p>\n

“No.\u00a0 At least I don’t think so.\u00a0 But maybe an allergy?\u00a0 Food allergy or something?”<\/p>\n

“That’s probably worse.\u00a0 Are you throwing up?\u00a0 Going to the bathroom a lot?\u00a0 You know, and I’m sorry to say it but, diarrhea?\u00a0 Stomach pain?\u00a0 Swelling?\u00a0 Any trouble breathing?”<\/p>\n

Lynn sighed in relief.\u00a0 “No to most of that.\u00a0 Just some swelling is all.”<\/p>\n

“Oh,” Chris said.\u00a0 “Well, I’m not exactly a doctor or anything but if that’s it, I don’t think it’s food poisoning or food allergy.\u00a0 Does it hurt bad?”<\/p>\n

Lynn looked down.\u00a0 Upon realizing that she was stroking the rough skin of her stomach, she blushed and stopped.\u00a0 “No.\u00a0 It doesn’t hurt.\u00a0 It aches a little and feels a warm but that’s it.\u00a0 Wait.\u00a0 Actually it’s not aching at all anymore.\u00a0 Still kind of warm but that’s it.”<\/p>\n

“Okay.\u00a0 So not so bad then?\u00a0 Maybe it’s just a, I dunno, heat rash or something?\u00a0 If it doesn’t hurt and nothing else feels bad then it’ll probably pass.”<\/p>\n

Lynn leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed.\u00a0 The fabric of the chair felt rough against her naked back but when she moved, it scratched an itch she hadn’t realized she had.\u00a0 The young woman moved her upper body back and forth against the mesh-backed chair, luxuriating in the sensation.\u00a0\u00a0 She could see Christopher in her mind’s eye, talking to her and that image plus the sound of his voice was oddly comforting to her.<\/p>\n

“I’ve actually had some of the milk every night since I got it,” Lynn told him.\u00a0 She could feel her breasts press against each other as she moved against the chair.\u00a0 “I warmed it up like when I was a kid and, seriously, I had the best sleep I’ve ever had.\u00a0 Both nights.”<\/p>\n

Chris grunted as a metallic sound clanked over the phone.\u00a0 “Yeah?\u00a0 I thought that was an old wives tale.\u00a0 The whole warm milk thing.”<\/p>\n

“Maybe? Maybe it’s psycho… psychosome?\u00a0 I mean, maybe it’s just because I think it’ll help?”\u00a0 Lynn flushed.\u00a0 Why in the world can’t I remember that word?\u00a0 I swear to god, my brain is going to mush.\u00a0 <\/i>“All I know is that I can’t remember the last time I had a full night’s sleep.\u00a0 It was amazing.”<\/p>\n

“Well,” Chris said.\u00a0 “You can try it using store bought milk.\u00a0 Maybe it doesn’t matter.\u00a0 Otherwise, it’s a long drive but you’re welcome to come out for more from time to time.\u00a0 Stupid, sonava-\u00a0 Sorry, not you.\u00a0 This damn nut is stuck on ridiculously tight.”<\/p>\n

“I’d like that.\u00a0 I mean, if store milk doesn’t work.\u00a0 You wouldn’t believe how much I spend on sleeping pills and those make me feel terrible.\u00a0 So, yeah, maybe if that doesn’t work I could come out and pick up a bottle.\u00a0 It’s a drive but I don’t mind it.\u00a0 I mean, well, it’d save a lot on pills.”\u00a0 Lynn reached down to scratch at a spot on her silk pants.\u00a0 As she did, she moaned quietly.\u00a0 With long strokes, she scratched from her knee to her thigh, squirming in her chair.\u00a0 Scratching against her inner thighs brought another moan to her lips.<\/p>\n

“Well, sure, yeah.\u00a0 I usually always keep a few jars for myself and a few friends.\u00a0 Sorry to hear about your sleeping problem, though.\u00a0 I actually had better luck with marijuana than with the anti-depressants the doctors gave me to help with sleep.\u00a0 I mean, when I still, ugh, dammit, when I still worked in the city.”<\/p>\n

Lynn bit her lip.\u00a0 Christopher’s deep, easy voice rumbled around her as she rubbed her back and scratched her thighs.\u00a0 She felt herself grow wet from the combination of sensations.\u00a0 It’d been a long time since she’d made time for a lover but the image of Chris working on his tractor transitioned into him undressing.\u00a0 In her fantasy, they stood together in the open air, her naked while Chris smiled, hunger in his eyes.\u00a0 The young woman pressed her hand beneath the waistband of her silk pants.\u00a0 She felt short, wiry hairs before her fingers slipped between her wetness.\u00a0 She gasped, amazed at how slick she was.<\/p>\n

“-although at one of the farmer’s markets, Jo-ann Hilbert said she had some homemade pills that worked.\u00a0 St. John’s Wort and other things mixed together.\u00a0 Probably weed in there, too, though.\u00a0 Hah!”<\/p>\n

“Uhh… mmhmmm…” Lynn moaned.\u00a0 Christopher’s sentences became words and then simple sounds as her index finger rubbed between her wet lips.\u00a0 She pressed the heel of her hand against her clit as the Christopher in her imagination held her against a tree with his hand around her front.\u00a0 The man in her dreams smelled of hay and sweat and dirt and she found herself growing wetter at the thought.\u00a0 Another finger joined the first as she felt her orgasm built.<\/p>\n

“Yeah, seriously.\u00a0 I thought people in the city were a bunch of pot heads but, good lord.\u00a0 There’s probably a cartel up here.\u00a0 A bunch of good natured drug lords generously sharing their weed.”<\/p>\n

Lynn gasped and then bit her lip.\u00a0 Her index finger was in deep and it felt amazing combined with the pressure against her clit.\u00a0 In her mind, she was on her hands and knees, in the dirt.\u00a0 Their clothes were strewn about and she was looking back at Christopher as he knelt behind her.\u00a0 He was thick and long and a real moan escaped her lips as the image of Chris pressed himself easily into her pussy. \u00a0Lynn’s rhythm became erratic while she felt the orgasm build larger and larger.\u00a0 He was reaching under her, squeezing and pulling at her nipples as he fucked her.\u00a0 Lynn’s fingers made wet noises as she became frantic with her movements.<\/p>\n

“I-\u00a0 Hey, are you still there?\u00a0 You okay?”<\/p>\n

Lynn tensed, shoving her phone against her engorged breast.\u00a0 Her body jerked in the chair as an orgasm crackled deep within her.\u00a0 Nerves along the length of her leg lit up and she kicked out.\u00a0 “Oh,” Lynn gasped.\u00a0 “Oh man.\u00a0 Wow.\u00a0 Wow, holy crap.\u00a0 I… Oh!\u00a0 Oh no!”\u00a0 The young woman looked at her phone and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her call had disconnected at some point.\u00a0 “Please let it be before I said something,” she prayed.<\/p>\n

A shiver rain through her body and Lynn gasped as a much smaller orgasm followed the first one.\u00a0 “Sh- sheesh.\u00a0 Whoa.”\u00a0 Her pants were soaked with her cum and the smell of sex hung heavily in the air.\u00a0 Do I call him back?\u00a0 <\/i>She wondered.\u00a0 Dang.\u00a0 What do I even say?\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n

The young woman moved in her chair.\u00a0 She felt slightly numb from sitting for so long.\u00a0 Beneath her skin, bones shifted slowly.\u00a0 The skin at the base of her spine dimpled outward into a tiny bump.\u00a0 Small wiry brown hairs sprouted from the bump in patches.\u00a0 More tiny brown hairs pushed from the edges of her ears and they minutely in response.\u00a0 Her ears shifted slightly, reforming until the tops were smoothly rounded.<\/p>\n

Looking down, Lynn noticed a thin film of liquid over her left nipple.\u00a0 Both nipples stood hard and slightly red.\u00a0 When she touched her left nipple with her clean hand, the liquid transferred to her finger.\u00a0 Sniffing at it, she found it had barely any scent at all.\u00a0 Lynn brought her finger to her lip and then hesitated.\u00a0 Before she could change her mind, she touched the liquid to her tongue.\u00a0 She was expecting a sour or bitter taste and so was surprised when, instead, she tasted sweetness.<\/p>\n

Lynn touched her phone to redial Christopher.\u00a0 This time, the man picked up on the second ring.\u00a0 “Hey,” he said.\u00a0 “You all right?\u00a0 You cut out on me there.”<\/p>\n

“I’m so sorry.\u00a0 My phone’s being all weird and just now came back up.\u00a0 Can I ask something?”<\/p>\n

“Yeah, sure.\u00a0 Hold on a minute.” Lynn grabbed the phone away from her ears as a loud banging noise crashed through the speaker.\u00a0 “Sorry about that.\u00a0 Go ahead.”<\/p>\n

“What does cow milk taste like?\u00a0 Or heifer?\u00a0 Is that the real word for it?\u00a0 I mean fresh.\u00a0 Like straight from the cow.\u00a0 Or heifer.”<\/p>\n

“No, not heifer.\u00a0 That’s a cow that hasn’t had any calves yet so their milk hasn’t come in.\u00a0 The ones that had babies are cows and those’re the ones we milk.\u00a0 Umm, well, and their milk is pretty creamy and a little sweet and a tad bit thicker than you’d get at the store.\u00a0 I haven’t tasted straight from the udder but that’s basically it.\u00a0 Probably a little close to what I gave you.\u00a0 Why?”<\/p>\n

“Do you, don’t laugh, do you think human milk is the same?”\u00a0 Chris’s startled laugh made her blush.\u00a0 “I said don’t laugh!”<\/p>\n

“What in the world, Ms. Hathaway?”<\/p>\n

“I- my friend made a bet with me.”\u00a0 Oh god.\u00a0 Seriously?\u00a0 That’s the best I can come up with?\u00a0 My ‘friend’ made a bet with me?\u00a0 Oh Jesus.<\/i><\/p>\n

“Well, I wish I could tell you for sure.\u00a0 No, wait, I’m not sure I do wish I could.\u00a0 But, I don’t know.\u00a0 Probably pretty close.\u00a0 But, I’ll tell you what.\u00a0 You tell your… friend that a dairy farmer said you win, whatever the bet was.\u00a0 Fair?”<\/p>\n

“Y… yes.\u00a0 I should go.\u00a0 I’m really sorry for taking up your time.\u00a0 And thank you!”<\/p>\n

Lynn waited for Chris’ reply.\u00a0 Finally, the man answered.\u00a0 “I don’t quite understand you, Ms. Hathaway.\u00a0 No offense but the woman I met yesterday seemed like a robot.\u00a0 And now this?\u00a0 I enjoyed the phone call.\u00a0 You sound more natural and relaxed.\u00a0 If that’s what happens when you get a decent night’s sleep then I should patent my milk and sell it for ten times the price.”<\/p>\n

“I… I feel different, too.\u00a0 I’ve been thinking a lot the past few days since we met.\u00a0 And the sleep has helped.”\u00a0 Chris’ face appeared in her mind again and the woman blushed.\u00a0 “I should go, Mr. Chapman.”<\/p>\n

A pause.\u00a0 “All right, Ms. Hathaway.\u00a0 Thank you for calling; I was able to smile while working on this beast.”<\/p>\n

The line went dead.\u00a0 Lynn pulled her phone away and then set it next to her keyboard.\u00a0 She sighed and sat back.\u00a0 Her nipples were dry but still erect.\u00a0 Leaning forward, she pulled the window blinds open and then smiled as sunlight flashed over her naked breasts.\u00a0 The young woman raised her arms, clasping them together over her head as she stretched in the warmth.<\/p>\n

Standing, Lynn looked at her chair and then blushed.\u00a0 Her black leather chair had a small wet spot from when she’d masturbated earlier.\u00a0 The young woman snatched a tissue from the box above her laptop and used it to clean up.\u00a0 She could feel the slickness on and between her thighs.\u00a0 Lynn stood at her window for a moment before making a decision.<\/p>\n

“I,” she said out loud.\u00a0 “Am going for a run.\u00a0 Outside.”\u00a0 Normally she would go to the gym and use their treadmill but looking outside made the idea of being indoors seem ridiculous.\u00a0 Humming a light tune, the young woman rubbed against her stomach as she made her way into the bathroom.\u00a0 Kicking off her pants, she used soap and warm water to clean her legs, moaning slightly as she rubbed her still sensitive clit.\u00a0 Little wiry brown hairs surrounded her vagina, running up into a spray above her mound.\u00a0 She frowned at the hairs, rubbing her fingers through their roughness.\u00a0 I just trimmed yesterday.\u00a0 Didn’t I?\u00a0 Wasn’t it still smooth this morning right when I woke up?\u00a0 I thought I shaved so I could use the gym’s pool this weekend.\u00a0 But…<\/i>\u00a0 Thoughts slipped through her mind as she tried to remember what had happened.\u00a0 She was almost certain she’d been smooth but, plainly, she wasn’t.\u00a0 Unseen to her, a line of fine white hairs ran straight to the rough skin on her lower belly.\u00a0 The same white hairs grew in a line down from her belly button before disappearing at the edge of the other skin.\u00a0 The young woman shrugged.\u00a0 Oh well.\u00a0 Doesn’t matter, does it?<\/i><\/p>\n

Lynn wandered into her bedroom, squeezing the skin along her belly gently.\u00a0 Digging through her closet, she found a pair of black stretchy exercise pants and a gray sports bra.\u00a0 “Perfect,” she said, smiling.<\/p>\n

Sitting at the edge of her bed, she tugged the pants on.\u00a0 She frowned as the pants caught on her thighs.\u00a0 Leaning forward, heavy breasts pressing against her legs, she pulled from the top and slowly inched the pants up and over her thighs and waist.\u00a0 She looked over herself.\u00a0 I don’t look<\/b> like I’ve gained much weight.\u00a0 Dang.\u00a0 All the more reason to go for a run.<\/i><\/p>\n

The sports bra proved more troublesome than her pants.\u00a0 The fabric scratched against her still-hard nipples and she had to scoop up her breasts to fit them within the bra.\u00a0 The material stretched alarmingly.\u00a0 When she moved, her breasts did not stay in place.\u00a0 “Aww dam… dang,” Lynn said in frustration.\u00a0 “I can’t run like this.”<\/p>\n

The young woman looked through her pile of clothes until she found a second sports bra.\u00a0 Wincing in pain, she pulled the second one on over the first, adjusting for her enlarged breasts.\u00a0 They mostly stayed in place this time.\u00a0 Lynn hopped in place a few times, watching as the bigger breasts heaved beneath the fabric.<\/p>\n

“Good enough, dam… dangit,” she said to her reflection.\u00a0 The young woman stopped to grab another tampon that then went into her arm strap with her iPod.\u00a0 Her breasts sometimes swelled before her period and if it was this bad, she didn’t want to have a reenactment of the scene from The Shining in some public restroom.<\/p>\n

Lynn rode the elevator down to the first floor and then stepped out smiling into the sunlight.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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