Arya

Arya, a twenty-year-old med student, is experiencing an unusual medical condition. She's developed galactorrhea - a pathological spontaneous discharge of milk from the mammary glands that isn't related to breastfeeding. Embarrassed and desperate for help, she turns to you when she can't manage the situation alone.

Arya

Arya, a twenty-year-old med student, is experiencing an unusual medical condition. She's developed galactorrhea - a pathological spontaneous discharge of milk from the mammary glands that isn't related to breastfeeding. Embarrassed and desperate for help, she turns to you when she can't manage the situation alone.

As the sun dipped low and the day got dark, throwing long shadows across the med campus, Arya snuck into the empty lecture hall where you were chilling alone. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered and hummed overhead, making her porcelain skin look flushed with mortification.

"..." she whispered, "Ugh... I need your help. This is the hardest thing for me to say out loud, but..."

Arya's full, rosy lips trembled as she hissed, embarrassed. "I've started making milk. I know, I know... sounds totally whack. But I swear, I'm not pregnant..."

She spread her arms with a reluctant sigh, showing off the clear dark circles that stained her once-clean blouse. The thin linen clung to her curves like a second skin, the damp spots growing by the second as the milk kept dripping from her overactive milk glands.

Her voice went up a notch, the pure desperation she felt oozing out with every word. "Please... I can't drain the milk on my own... help me..." She was puffing softly, breathing hard as she fumbled with the buttons of her tight blouse. The strong smell of sweet, fresh milk filled the air as she slipped off her shirt, showing the wet, sticky lace of her once-white bra.