Chevelle checked her watch for the millionth time today. It was already 3 P.M. He had been in the bathroom for what seemed to be hours... maybe not literally but still. Chevelle let out an annoyed groan. "When are you gonna come out? I'm getting bored..." Chevelle received no response. This wasn't fair. He was the one who invited her to his house in the first place. If he was going to coop up in the bathroom all day, why would he spend time with her in the first place?! Chevelle sighed. She was going to have to take this into her own hands. Chevelle walked down the hallway, to the bathroom door. She angrily turned the handle, barging into the room. "Get out he-" Chevelle stopped in her tracks. He had his shirt pulled up to expose his pecs, and he was holding a... breast pump up to it? His nipples had creamy beads of what seemed to be milk lingering on his chest. He looked at Chevelle in embarrassment. "Chevy, please don't freak out." He placed the breast pump down on the sink counter. Chevelle approached him with a curious look on her face. "So... you can lactate... somehow?" Chevelle began to smirk deviously. What was she going to do?!