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DAY 1
Harry Styles never thought she would end up this kind of girl.
She slung her bag on her back and turned around to lock her car one more time before heading inside. The compound was beautiful from the outside. There was a big old Victorian house smack dab in the middle of a wide open field. Grass and trees were all she could see for miles.
Some of the field beyond her immediate view was wild, and some of it was perfectly manicured with football goal posts standing tall and soccer nets off to the side ready to be moved into place.
There were a few other buildings behind the big house which is presumably why they called it a “compound” in all of the introductory materials.
Harry had second guessed her decision multiple times both reading the materials and on her two hour long drive there.
The compound belonged to the local college. She couldn’t believe she had been desperate enough, but she saw the ad at exactly the lowest point in her life and found herself signing up for a mysterious scientific study.
In order to qualify, the scientists running the study asked her all sorts of questions about her body. She had to prove she got regular physicals and had to get another one before she arrived to make sure she was disease free and healthy. There were even more questions about her hormones and if she had ever been pregnant before (she hadn’t). She desperately wanted to have kids, but all of her boyfriends had been complete deadbeats and not worth the uterine effort.
That was how she ended up caving in and signing up for the study. Her latest deadbeat boyfriend had dumped her loudly and publicly at work after she asked him if he was cheating on her (he was). Because it caused such a scene in the shop, she was fired basically on the spot. So in one fell swoop she lost her job, relationship, and housing situation.
Her family was back on the west coast and she couldn’t really go there after she made such a big deal about moving east and getting out of dodge after she finished school, so she needed to figure something out and fast.
The study was going to pay her a lot of money if she could finish it, and it included room and board, food, and health insurance for the whole summer. Ten glorious weeks.
She managed to get the required physical and other medical tests before her other insurance ran out at her job at the end of the month so she wouldn’t go any time without coverage.
She knew the study would have two groups and the two groups would behave differently, but she wasn’t sure what group she was in or what she would have to do. She could see other cars in the parking lot, so there should be more people inside already even though outside it seemed deserted.
When she finally opened the front door she saw that the décor of the house was not unpleasant. From the outside there could have been doilies and cats painted on china lining the walls, but instead it was cozy, clean, and modern.
A woman approached her with wide, bright eyes and a big smile.
“Hi, Harry!”
That was a disconcerting start. Her alarm must have shown on her face.
“Sorry, I’ve been studying everyone’s picture for a few weeks now, so I’ve gotten to know everyone through their applications.”
“Hello,” Harry ventured.
The woman—Sally, she said—whisked Harry into a small room that had been converted into a conference room. She then explained the process of the study to Harry.
The whole process.
Harry, along with the other women in her part of the study, was going to be given drugs to induce lactation. They would wait about a week for the process to start in all of the members of the first group, and then the second group would arrive.
The second group was made up of elite athletes: runners, players, fitness junkies, all people who were at the top of the game.
While the people in Harry’s group would be given a very carefully monitored and controlled diet full of protein and nutrients, the athletes would only be able to gain nutrients by feeding off of someone in the first group.
Harry was beginning to understand just how vague the introductory materials were.
She would need to turn in her keys, her phone, and any other electronic devices. For this, at least, Harry was prepared. She didn’t mind being relatively screen free. The house was equipped with books, activities, televisions, video game consoles, board games. Everything the participants will need to entertain themselves for ten weeks.
The athlete participants would also have to maintain their training regimen while they were there. That was what the football field was for outside, and the basement of the house had apparently been transformed into a state of the art gym. They would be strictly monitored in that regard as well.
Because of the nature of the study Harry was discouraged from any sort of heavy exercise or training with them.
“So,” Sally said, still bright as the sun. “Do you have any questions?”
“Um…” Harry had many, but one that really stood out. “When you say feed off of us...?”
Sally nodded, “Directly from your breasts, yes. There have to be as many controlled variables as possible and the scientists running this did not want preservation of the milk and nutrients to be one of them.”
“O—okay.”
Harry was too stunned to think of anything else, so Sally stood up and they went through the process of Harry handing in all of her possessions. The participants were able to pack clothes and their own books and things, but it was made clear to them that their things would be frequently searched to make sure they were complying with their strict diets.
She showed Harry to her room, it was small and modest but comfortable. There was an array of medications and supplements already laid out for her for the first week in a large, elaborate pill-of-the-day display. Each day’s medication and supplements were pre-packaged in those little envelopes. It reminded Harry of that through-the-mail vitamin service that her coworker had tried for a few months.
The full sized bed looked comfortable and as soon as the door shut behind Sally, Harry immediately starfished on it.
What had she gotten herself into?
DAY 6
Harry lay awake staring at the ceiling. Her blankets were pushed down around her waist because her large, swollen breasts were too sensitive for even the soft cotton of the sheets.
The more she sat with the idea of the study over the course of the week, the more acclimated she became to it. This was a natural process for the human body. She understood why they wanted to study the effects of it on adults. Maybe, if the study led to any major scientific discoveries, Harry would be part of history.
The athletes were going to get a little bit of blood drawn every day to be tested in the lab in one of the buildings next door to monitor their process.
If she managed to finish the study, there would be ten thousand dollars waiting for her at the end of summer. That was enough money to help her go back to the city and start a new life. It was quite literally life changing.
The other fourteen members of her group were all women her age who had not been pregnant before, so all of them had to have lactation induced the same way. One woman had already gone home because the drugs didn’t work and gave her terrible side effects. The scientists wanted to have an alternate in case something went wrong or someone dried up.
Harry watched a drop of creamy liquid pool at the tip of her nipple before it flowed down the side curve of her breast. Harry had definitely not had that problem. She had never seen her breasts so swollen. She was glad she brought a few sports bras because she had gone up at least two cup sizes and none of her other bras fit her comfortably anymore. The study also provided nursing bras.
She needed relief and she needed it soon. She was glad the athletes were coming tomorrow finally, even though they had been told very little about them. The only thing they managed to pry out of Sally was that it was a mix of women and men.
Harry rolled the idea around in her mind. Who would feed on her? It sounded so morbid when she said it like that, like she was a human blood bag for some vampire in a romance novel.
She wasn’t sure if she had a preference one way or another if it was women or men that fed from her. The act was supposed to be nutritional, not sexual, so it shouldn’t make a difference. She supposed she would cross that bridge when she came to it.
DAY 7
Harry had overestimated how freaked out the athletes would be. She was sure they would be just as confused and nervous as their group had been when they first arrived, but their introductory materials must have been a little more explicit.
They arrived after lunch, so their first “meal” would be dinner after all of the introductions were done.
All thirty participants sat around the large living room, in a circle of folding chairs that had appeared out of nowhere, and introduced themselves.
The fifteen people in Harry’s group were obviously all women, but the athletes were split seven and eight, women and men.
The men all had the attitudes of pro-athletes. They were a little full of themselves, listing off all of their accomplishments like they were personality traits. Harry tried not to feel jaded but they all could have been one of her stupid exes. Between the men and women there were runners, a few team players, tennis players, and just general work-out addicts.
The last woman to introduce herself, though, caught Harry’s eye. She did look a little more freaked out, the way Harry might have expected. She introduced herself as Louis, she had recently played on a professional women’s soccer team and had only retired at the end of the season and was now an assistant coach for the same team.
She was shorter than Harry and more buff, but lean and graceful in her movements. And she looked terrified.
They finished all of their business and all of the athletes were given a chance to go up and see their rooms and settle in before they had to be down for dinner. Dinners were always going to be structured and observed meal times, but breakfast and lunch would be more flexible.
Harry was both nervous and anxious for the process to start. The anxiousness really came from the intense discomfort in her breasts. She hadn’t had any relief at all yet. She was leaking profusely into her nursing bra by now and had changed out the pads multiple times.
Finally, after all of the lactating women had their own dinners, it was time. The dining room was set up with two rows of barstools facing each other. The stools were affixed with seats on the front for the athletes to sit. Harry would need to spread her legs sort of uncomfortably wide in order to fit someone in between them like that, especially one of the more buff football or hockey players. She didn’t like the sound of that.
She chose a chair and got up in the seat. The scientists there to observe them—with Sally’s ever-watchful presence as well—waited until everyone in Harry’s group was seated before allowing the athletes to choose who they wanted to feed from.
Harry had chosen a seat in the middle of one of the rows, but as soon as the scientists told them to start it was like a starting gun had gone off. Four out of the eight male athletes immediately flocked to her chair with lecherous gleams in their eyes.
Instinctively she went to cross her arms over her chest before remembering how uncomfortable that was.
These men gave her the creeps, and there was no way she wanted any of them taking any sort of nutrients from her. She shuddered and looked around for help as all four of them stood in front of her expectantly like they were waiting for her to choose, or maybe service all four of them at once.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Louis looking around the room like a deer caught in the headlights, still absolutely terrified.
Standing up on the apparatus in order to be seen around the wall of lawsuits waiting to happen in front of her, Harry took a chance.
“Louis! Hey, over here!”
Louis’ gaze snapped to her and then to all the men in front of her. Harry watched her take stock of the situation before her terrified look turned into a determined stare.
“Excuse me,” Louis elbowed her way around the men until she was standing in front of Harry’s stool.
One of the scientists finally came over and forced the men to disperse as Louis got ready to sit down in front of Harry.
Harry carefully spread her legs, glad she wore leggings tonight and not her shorts.
Louis busied herself with sitting down on the seat in front of her and they took a few seconds to get situated in their tangle of limbs.
When she finally looked up at Harry her eyes were a bit wild and she couldn’t really make eye contact. She didn’t want to look at Harry’s still-covered breasts either, so Harry could see she was struggling.
“Hey,” Harry said softly. “Is everything alright?”
Louis gulped and took a deep breath before finally looking Harry in the eye. Her eyes were a beautiful, clear blue. “Yeah, sorry. I know I’ve got to do this. I guess I just wasn’t ready for the reality of it.” She waited a beat before huffing out a short, sardonic laugh. “It’s ironic given that I’m super gay, so I love boobs.”
Before Harry knew what was happening she threw her head back and honked out a laugh. Theoretically, there was no difference in the men being attracted to her versus Louis admitting to being a lesbian, but Harry felt a million times more comfortable with her.
“Alright, so you love boobs, you’re probably getting hungry. We should do this,” Harry said trying to psych herself up. She too was a little nervous now.
The stool was designed so that she was sitting higher up so that her boobs were mouth-level for Louis. Giving Louis a moment to get comfortable, she looked around at the other pairs. Almost all of the athletes were already going to town on their semi-assigned breasts.
Harry thumbed under the straps of her tank top, slipped them down and shimmied her arms out of them until it was just a band of fabric around her waist and she was left in her nursing bra. She unhooked both cups and discretely took out the pads.
“Oh, wow,” Louis said wide-eyed again, but this time for a different reason. “You’re gorgeous.”
Now self conscious, and determined to focus on Louis so she didn’t see if any of the men were ogling her, Harry cupped her hand under her right breast. “Ready?”
Louis looked hesitant again, but finally leaned in towards Harry’s body. As soon as she latched onto Harry’s nipple, Harry wanted to cry from the relief. She probably did let out a little noise of encouragement because before she knew it Louis was suckling her steadily.
Harry closed her eyes and let the sensation wash over her. She could feel Louis pulling from her, the rhythmic sucks were a balm to the discomfort she felt the past few days as they waited to start.
Harry wasn’t really sure what to do with her hands so she dropped them down to her thighs. Her legs were still spread wide over the front of the barstool so Louis could fit in between them, and as soon as she felt comfortable enough she rolled her pelvis forward a little bit so she could meet Louis halfway a little bit better.
It wasn’t until she shifted positions that Harry felt the warmth emanating from her pussy. She was… she was pretty sure she was becoming aroused.
Her eyes shot open and she looked around to see if anyone could somehow tell.
Everyone else was thankfully concentrating on their own “dinners” so no one was looking at her. Very carefully she glanced down at Louis. At some point she too had closed her eyes. Her body had relaxed and lost some of it’s ramrod straight posture. She looked almost peaceful, and Harry couldn’t help watching her as she nursed. She gripped her own thighs harder to keep herself from reaching up and caressing Louis’ hair to push it off her forehead. Something in Harry felt compelled to soothe her, comfort her.
They barely knew each other.
Harry wasn’t sure what she expected it would feel like for someone to feed from her, but the added sensuality in the movements of Louis’ tongue and lips and their softness against her skin was unexpected.
She rolled her hips forward a little bit more, but her legs were spread too wide and her leggings were too soft for her to find any sort of friction on her clit. If only she had been wearing jeans.
Harry got lost in the hypnotic sensation of watching Louis nurse. Slowly she became aware of the imbalance she felt. Not wanting to disturb Louis too much, and frankly sick of trying to keep herself from touching her, Harry lifted her hand to gently caress Louis’ chin.
Louis blinked her eyes open as Harry subtly pushed her chin backwards to get her to unlatch before shifting her own torso so Louis’ mouth was closer to her other breast. Finally understanding, Louis took Harry’s other nipple into her mouth and began again.
Once she was fully latched both of them relaxed back into their previous positions.
With the new sensations and added relief on her other nipple, Harry could feel herself pulsing deep in her core. Her panties were going to be absolutely soaked, she was definitely going to have to sneak upstairs after Louis was done.
To distract herself she looked around the room again. For some reason, to her eye, all of the other pairings looked much more clinical. This was an experiment after all, they should be clinical. The men that had wanted to drink from her were all being served by other people, and all of the other athletes as well, but none of them looked quite so beautiful as Louis did in that moment.
Finally, Harry could feel the beginnings of depletion, but Louis, eyes closed once again was still happily feeding. Harry wondered if Louis would be able to sense it as well, so for the sake of understanding she wanted to let her keep going as long as possible before it became uncomfortable.
A few minutes later, Louis pulled back, breaking the seal between them. Her head looked heavy, like she was barely holding it up and her eyelids were drooping. Harry had seen this look before in some of her friends’ Instagram posts. Louis looked like she was milk-drunk.
Harry couldn’t help but smile at her, finally giving into the urge to lift her hand up and brush Louis’ bangs aside. “How are you feeling?”
Louis stared at her for a moment, blinked, and then snapped to attention as much as she could while still in her dazed state. “Good, yeah. Good.” She cleared her throat and moved back as far as she could on the seat, separating their bodies.
Harry couldn’t help but feel a little hurt by the distance, but it had been such an unexpectedly beautiful experience and she was so helplessly turned on, she could still feel the glow in the pit of her stomach.
All around them, other pairings were beginning to disperse as well.
Harry took a chance. “I have to go… change clothes, but do you maybe want to watch a movie or something? I think a couple people were talking about putting one on.”
Louis still looked like she was fighting between her milk-drunk lethargy and natural skittishness at the process. “Yeah, sure. I have to go change too. Still in the same clothes as this morning.”
Harry tried smiling to put her at ease. “Let’s get comfy, put on some pajamas and watch a movie.”
Louis mumbled her agreement before standing up and zig-zagging through the crowd of participants.
Harry too was feeling the urgent need to get upstairs as quickly as possible. She stumbled getting out of the stool, but escaped easily enough and managed to sneak up to her room—with no sign of Louis.
There were no locks on bedroom doors here, but Harry closed the door and leaned back against it, getting more and more desperate by the second. She shoved the waistband of both her leggings and underwear down to midthigh and released the cups of her bra again reaching up to rub at one of her nipples as if the touch could bring back the feeling of Louis’ mouth.
The fingers of her right hand snaked down her hips until she could feel her own wetness dripping from her pussy. God, she had never been so wet. As soon as she coated her fingers, she brought them back up to play with her clit. Louis was expecting her back downstairs at some point and she was so on edge, this was going to be hard and fast.
She flattened her fingers and furiously rubbed at her clit as the hard wood of the door dug into her shoulder blades. With her free hand she started tugging at her nipple, now relatively dry and less prone to leaking after Louis fed from her. Images flitted through her mind of how satiated Louis looked for that split second after she was done. Harry had done that, Harry sustained her. Satisfied her.
Shudders wracked through her body as she came, moaning in the privacy of her own room.
Taking stock of herself, she removed her fingers from her clit after riding out the aftershocks and pushed her leggings the rest of the way down her legs before stepping out of them. She changed her bra and decided to play fast and loose and go without her pads for the time being. Throwing on a t-shirt and light sweatpants, she went out into the hallway and slipped into the small bathroom to clean up and hopefully wash the smell of her pussy off her hands before going back downstairs.
When she got there, there was already a group gathered voting on the movie they would watch. Louis too had changed and freshened up, but Harry could still see the faint lethargy from earlier.
Harry wanted to sit near her but she was in a plush chair by herself and all of the seats around her were taken. They still had barely had a conversation, but the feeding had been so intimate and profound, Harry was drawn to her.
“Harry!” Perrie, one of the other women from her group, called patting the empty space on the couch next to her. “Come sit with me.”
Harry obliged, tucking her legs up under herself and burrowing into the plush cushions in the corner of the couch. There was small talk all around, but Harry mostly stayed out of it. She watched Louis watch the movie, waiting to make eye contact with her, but she didn’t oblige. When Harry turned away she thought she might have felt Louis’ gaze on her but whenever she looked back Louis was placidly watching the TV again.
Aside from the intense intimacy she shared, she didn’t know why Louis was effecting her this way. She wasn’t gay, had only ever had boyfriends, had only ever thought about being with a man. Was her arousal earlier from Louis? Or from the general act of feeding? She didn’t know.
DAY 8
Harry was a naturally early riser and had been sleeping fitfully the past few nights when her breasts were aching in their heaviness, but that morning she woke up a little bit later feeling refreshed after a good night’s sleep.
She would need to go down to provide Louis—or, anyone, she supposed—breakfast.
Harry quickly donned her nursing bra, tank top, and leggings before skipping down the stairs. She felt full again, ready to provide. Thinking about it gave her a bit of a high actually.
She wasn’t prepared for how she would react to the scene in front of her. There was nothing untoward about it, feeding was what they were there for but Perrie was set up in one of the stools, and sitting there in front of her, having her breakfast, was Louis.
The green monster of jealousy reared up from deep within Harry with such a force that it almost bowled her over.
Stunned, she couldn’t make her feet move. She stood there watching, staring creepily she was sure. That should be her feeding Louis, providing for Louis, sustaining Louis. That was her job.
Except that it wasn’t.
As the blood pounding in her ears began to recede and she calmed herself down, she could take in the details of the scene.
Perrie had her hand resting on the back of Louis’ head but was otherwise ignoring her, chatting easily with one of the women next to her named Jade. Louis, for her part, didn’t have the same relaxed body language from the night before as she fed off Harry. Her back was as straight as a board. Her eyes were closed, but Harry told herself she would probably go cross-eyed if she kept them open.
Harry continued to watch, torturing herself as Louis sat back and stiffly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Uh, thanks,” Harry heard her say awkwardly as she quickly stood up. She turned around and shuffled her way back towards the foyer where Harry was standing, slinging a large sports bag over her shoulder as she headed for the front door.
She froze when she saw Harry waiting, watching her. “Oh—Harry! Good morning.”
At least she had the decency to look sheepish.
Harry tried to tamp down her jealousy. She had no ownership of Louis. There was no reason why the other woman should have waited.
“Heading out?” she asked lightly.
“Yeah, they have me on a strict training schedule. I’m supposed to be out there in five minutes to start warming up.” She shifted her weight back and forth a bit before making eye contact with Harry again. “That means I should have breakfast around 8:30 every day, I guess.”
She said it nonchalantly, but Harry could read between the lines. Her stomach flipped. Louis hadn’t liked this morning any more than she had.
“Hmm. That’s cool.” She wanted to make sure Louis knew the message got across but didn’t want to seem crazy desperate. “Maybe I’ll see you when you come back in for lunch. I don’t think I’m doing much today besides reading.”
Louis reached up to scratch the back of her head. “Cool. Well, I should go.”
“Have a good practice,” Harry murmured at Louis’ retreating back and Louis shot a thumbs up over her shoulder.
Suddenly she was gone and it felt like all the energy had been sucked out of the room.
Contractually, Harry still needed to feed someone. She turned back towards the kitchen to see if there was anyone else waiting around.
One of the men, a nice guy named Alex who Harry sat near during the movie was sort of hovering on the edge of the room not really knowing what to do. He wasn’t one of the men that had approached her last night at dinner, so Harry didn’t mind helping him out.
“Need someone?” she asked as she approached him.
He offered her a relieved smile. “Yeah, if that’s alright? I’m already late, but I figure this is why we’re here.”
“Sure,” Harry said, hopping up on the nearest vacant stool. There were still a few other pairings sitting there. Perrie was still sitting in her chair, even though Louis was done, talking to Jade who was still finishing up in the chair next to her.
Harry tried to remind herself that it wasn’t Perrie’s fault she had woken up too late.
Alex sat forward on the chair in front of her and Harry released the cups of her nursing bra.
Everything about it was much more clinical. Which wasn’t a problem, that was why they were there. It was a clinical study.
Alex leaned in and began to drink. His lips and tongue didn’t feel the same, and his stubble was rough on her sensitive skin. The relief was still nice, though. The feeling of being drained was still satisfactory.
Every once in a while when he changed positions just right she felt the tiniest tug deep in her core, but all in all it was nothing like it had been with Louis. She wasn’t desperately horny, she didn’t need to get off. It was just a low thrum of something that could turn into arousal if given the chance.
Alex switched breasts when he was done with the first, and eventually sat back on his own ready to get to his practice. He was a soccer player too and if Harry had to guess, would be training with Louis. He thanked her politely before following in Louis’ footsteps, picking up his gear and leaving the house.
The morning passed by slowly. Harry found she was too heavily anticipating Louis coming back inside for lunch so she was a little bit on edge listening for any creak of the door. Because it was so beautiful outside—a warm, early summer day—people were going in and out constantly. Some of the other women went out to watch some of the athletes train, but Harry was still trying to maintain her aloofness. Which she knew was stupid, but she didn’t want to scare Louis off.
Around 1:00, the group of athletes and their observers shuffled boisterously back in the house talking about a one-on-one scrimmage between Louis and Alex.
Harry could hear Louis’ voice bright and airy above the din of the crowd laughing and teasing. Here, Harry suspected she was in her element. The center of attention thriving at something she was good at. Not thinking about who they were and why they were there. Harry noticed that was when she tended to get the most freaked out and awkward about everything.
Harry’s every muscle was tense as she sat casually in her chair pretending to read, not sure what she should do. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the pairs start to break up and move towards the dining room. Perrie, she saw, grabbed Alex’s hand this time and led him towards her chair.
Perrie was a beautiful woman, as was her friend Jade, and Harry could only imagine she had the same reservations about feeding the other, creepier male athletes as Harry did.
That was when she saw Louis straining to look around the room. Maybe it was a bit vain, maybe it was a bit self-centered, but it really felt to Harry like Louis was looking for her. She calmly put her book down and stood up, straightening out her clothes.
Her breasts felt full again after the morning session and had started to form the tiniest wet patches in the nursing bra pads. Nothing noticeable from the outside of her clothing. But, as soon as her body knew Louis was ready she could feel her nipples begin to swell and harden under the fabric and she leaked a little bit more.
“Harry, hey,” Louis said. “Do you… Um... I need to have lunch. Do you mind?”
Harry barely bit back a smile. “Nope, let’s go.” She led the way into the dining room.
She hopped up onto the stool in a now familiar position and Louis sat down in front of her. This time, Harry didn’t waste any time before letting down the cups of her nursing bra and shifting as far forward as possible.
Louis latched on eagerly. Her eyelids fluttered and her long lashes drifted across the tops of her cheeks as she began to drink.
As soon as she started, Harry could feel the difference. The tiny tug she felt when Alex fed was nothing compared to the way her pussy thrummed with desire when Louis caressed her nipple with her tongue as she took it inside her mouth. She let out the tiniest of moans, but hoped the ambient noise from the crowd of people in the room did enough to cover it up.
Louis must have heard her again, though. This time, her posture was relaxed the same way it had been with Harry the night before. Harry shifted her hips forward again just like she had, but instead of Louis keeping her hands stiffly at her sides, she lifted them up and draped them over Harry’s thighs where they were spread. The heat of Louis’ palms through the fabric of Harry’s leggings was new and exciting and different, and Harry leaned into it.
Tired of fighting her instincts especially after watching Perrie in the morning, she brought her hand up and over Louis’ head, brushing her bangs aside and out of her face as she was busy nursing. When Harry was done she left her hand there in Louis’ hair and began to softly card her fingers through its softness. It was a little bit damp and sweaty from training all morning, but Harry quite liked how natural that was. How natural she smelled.
This time when Louis needed to switch, she didn’t let go on her own. Harry had to reach down and break the latch herself, and Louis didn’t even bother opening her eyes, trusting that Harry would switch nipples for her. And she did.
As soon as Louis latched on her second breast the sensations built all over again emanating from deep within her. This time it was strong enough that she felt herself pulse involuntarily.
She continued to soothe Louis through her meal, trying to ignore her ever-mounting arousal.
When Louis was finally done, Harry had to break the seal again. Louis had the same milk-drunk expression as she did the first time. She definitely didn’t sit back, wipe her mouth, and escape the way she had at breakfast. Instead she just sat there, her head heavily lolling to one side with her eyes still closed.
Harry didn’t ask how she felt this time. She knew. Using the hand that was already in Louis’ hair, Harry drew Louis towards her until her temple was resting on her sternum. “That’s it,” she whispered as she leaned down and nosed at Louis’ hair.
Suddenly realizing how intimate their position looked, she sat up a little and looked around at all the other pairs. No one was paying them any mind though, so she hunched back down protectively over Louis who was still a little dazed and out of it.
Louis body weight was almost entirely draped over hers, her head still resting against Harry’s chest as Harry carded her fingers through her hair some more. She had no idea when Louis had to be back out on the field to train, or if she was even going to be able to train in this state.
As Harry was debating asking Alex—who was already done—Louis began to stir.
“I don’t know why,” Louis said hoarsely. She didn’t have to clarify. Harry knew what she meant.
“Me either,” Harry whispered. Louis wanted clarity as to why she reacted to Harry this way specifically, Harry wanted clarity because she was just barely keeping herself from pushing Louis’ face down into her pussy so she could get some relief.
“I wish there was a more comfortable position we could do this in,” she said, still keeping her voice low. They were told that breakfast and lunch could be at their own discretion, but dinner had to be in the dining room and had to be observed. No one else had done any feeding anywhere other than the dining room that Harry knew of, but surely everyone wanted to be more comfortable than they were on these stools.
“Mmm,” Louis agreed. “Maybe for breakfast?”
Harry agreed, and Louis finally sat up at least somewhat recovered. Her eyes were still a little droopy and her cheeks were flushed, but she was at least semi-conscious.
“Lou! You coming?” Alex called from somewhere behind them.
She maintained eye contact with Harry while she cleared her throat—gone was the skittish woman from the day before. “Yeah, I’ll be out there in a second.”
As soon as she left Harry rushed upstairs stumbling in her haste to get to her room. She had another furious session against the door with her leggings around her ankles eager for release.
This wasn’t sustainable, Harry knew that. Something had to give, otherwise she was going to spend another nine weeks in absolute sexual frustration hell.
At dinner the story was the same. All together as a group they split off into pairs to feed at the barstools under the watchful eyes of Sally and the scientists.
Harry was beginning to resent this part of it a little bit. Nothing in her life had ever matched the high she felt providing sustenance for Louis, but for them to watch her like this as it became a more and more intimate process felt more and more like they were just voyeurs.
Tonight when they were all done feeding, the women vacated their chairs and the athletes took their spots. The scientists then drew a little bit of blood from each one. Harry watched for the first few seconds before she couldn’t stand it any more and snuck upstairs to get off.
Fifteen minutes later, feeling refreshed, she came back downstairs to see what people’s plans were for the evening.
A few groups were scattered around with board games and decks of cards. It was a little odd to have movie and game nights like this where only half the group could actually snack and even then it was strictly regulated.
Harry sat down in a chair near a group playing RISK. Harry hadn’t seen it in years and didn’t even know how to play it, but Louis was playing so she was content to sit back, relax, and watch.
About forty-five minutes later, one of the athletes—a woman named Leigh-Anne—voiced the question Harry had mulled over earlier.
“What do we do if we want a snack?”
Everyone around the circle went quiet.
“I suppose you’re allowed to ask any of us for some milk if you want it. Wasn’t that what the packet said?” Jade looked around the circle for guidance.
The hair on the back of Harry’s neck tingled and when she looked up she saw Louis watching her.
“So one of you just whips it out whenever we ask?” a man named Brad asked. Of course his name was Brad, Harry thought to herself as she internally rolled her eyes. All she could see was flashes of the first night when he stood in front of her staring hungrily at her breasts.
Jade shrugged. “I guess?”
“I kind of want a snack,” Leigh-Anne said. The servicers all looked around the circle at each other. Harry thought about helping her, but one look at Louis, who’s stare was incendiary, stopped her in her tracks.
Jade was the one who stepped up, letting one cup of her bra go as Leigh-Anne bent down to take a drink. It wasn’t that long after dinner, and Harry absentmindedly wondered if whoever fed her wasn’t producing enough milk.
This, too, was what Harry had been waiting for when she spoke to Louis earlier. Someone else had broken the seal and fed somewhere other than the dining room.
DAY 9
Harry woke up with the light. Eager to be downstairs ready and waiting for Louis when she wanted breakfast, she threw on her shorts, knowing now that she probably wouldn’t have to spread her legs so wide if they sat somewhere else, and bounded down the steps.
She curled up with her book in one of the comfiest, plushest chairs in the large living room.
It wasn’t long before the rest of the house began to stir, and Harry greeted a few people as they came down. A couple of them looked like they might ask her for some breakfast, but she concentrated really hard on reading so it looked like she was busy.
A shadow fell over her book blocking out the morning light.
“Good morning,” Louis greeted her.
Harry beamed back up. “Hi there.”
Louis shifted her weight the way Harry was beginning to recognize meant she was feeling awkward and uncomfortable. “Are you… ready then?”
“I thought we could try it in a chair like this one today.”
Louis lifted her hand and scratched the back of her neck again. “Yeah I was thinking maybe I could sit in the chair and you sit in my lap? Would you be okay with that?”
Harry nodded eagerly and stood up so they could change places. Louis sat down in the chair with her feet flat on the floor and when she was settled, Harry planted her knees on the seat cushion on the outside of her thighs and settled down into her lap. Her legs were still spread wide, but at least this was a little more comfortable.
Louis automatically let her hands fall to hold Harry by the thighs the same way she had the day before, but this time Harry was wearing shorts instead of leggings, so they were skin to skin. She could already feel herself squirming a little bit at the sensation.
When they were settled, Harry let the cups of her nursing bra go. They were much closer now, but Louis was eye level with her breasts the same way. As Louis latched on, Harry brought her hands up to circle Louis’ neck and dug her fingers in to the back of her hair this time to ground herself.
Once again Harry could feel the tug of arousal begin right away. “Yes, that’s it,” she moaned softly before she could stop herself.
Normally Louis got lost in the sensation of drinking, but this morning Harry felt a change in the way she was suckling after her whispered words of encouragement. Louis’ sucking motion grew harder, more intense, like her true aim was to milk Harry dry instead of drinking until she couldn’t anymore.
“Ah,” Harry cried out as the sensations rolled through her. She whimpered high in the back of her throat when she felt Louis’ teeth lightly clamp down to massage the nipple and draw more milk out. The slight edge of pain sent Harry flying and she was holding onto Louis for dear life now.
Louis finally finished on the first breast and switched over to the second, starting strong again. Once again Harry moaned. Her back was to everyone, but she could only assume if people were watching them, then they were making quite a scene. Harry rested her elbow in the crook of Louis’ shoulder and brought her hand up to bite down on her knuckle to keep herself quiet.
Too late, she realized she had been concentrating too much on the noises she was making and not on the rest of her body’s instincts. Her hips were moving in small circles and there was no mistaking that she was grinding down on Louis’ lap.
Her shorts weren’t going to be any help at all. When she stood up, she was definitely going to be soaked through her panties.
As Louis fed, her palms had climbed higher and higher on Harry’s thighs and they were now clamped down hard on her hips. Hard enough that there might be bruises.
When Louis finally pulled away, finished with her breakfast, she had the same milk-drunk expression as usual. Harry didn’t say anything and just let her rest her head against Harry’s chest again until she recovered the way she had done at lunch the day before.
Harry was trying to be a calm, soothing presence. Meanwhile, she was pretty sure her wetness was beginning to run down her thigh because she could feel the cool, damp sensation at the edge of her shorts line.
The only downside to this position was that Louis would have to ask her to get up when she was ready to leave. Harry could feel her beginning stir and leaned back a bit as she lifted her head.
Louis’ eyelids were still a little droopy the way Harry had come to love. Her hands were clamped at the tops of Harry's thighs, but she miscalculated when she swept her thumbs down in what she probably thought was a comforting gesture. Instead, her left thumb was a little too close to heaven and caught the edge of the hem of her shorts, trailing right through the wetness that had begun to spread.
Harry saw the moment Louis realized what she had found, because her eyes snapped open wide. “Are you…?” Her mouth gaped and she didn’t finish the question.
Harry was mortified. She stood up like a shot, and just barely holding the cups of her nursing bra up to shield her bare breasts from the world, she ran back upstairs to her room completely forgetting she left her book behind.
Even through the mortification of Louis finding out how aroused she was, said arousal hadn’t abated.
Abandoning her usual place at the door, Harry laid across her bed the same way she had the first day she arrived. She brought her legs up and shimmied the ruined shorts off. The adrenaline of her embarrassment managed to help clear the fog from her head enough that even as she reached her fingers down to play with her clit she really thought about how turned on she got from feedings for the first time.
Harry had always had boyfriends, had always thought she was straight, but none of them ever made Harry feel the way she did when Louis was sitting in front of her depending on her for sustenance—something that shouldn’t be inherently sexual.
Harry was pretty sure she had proven that it was Louis the woman, and not the act of feeding itself when she had been so uncomfortable with Alex when he fed from her.
Thinking about Louis in her satisfied state at the end of their sessions was enough to make her movements across her clit more frantic and take her to the edge again.
Panting and letting her arms flop down to the bed as she rode out the final tremors, Harry wondered how she was ever going to face Louis again. Lunch was in a few hours and she had no idea what to do.
The choice was taken away from her a few minutes later when Sally knocked on her door. “Yoohoo! Harry! It’s time for your own breakfast. You forgot.”
Harry sighed and sat up. “Yeah, I’m coming.” She winced at the accuracy of the statement before getting up to put her trusty leggings on again. Definitely not wearing the shorts again any time soon.
She waited until she was sure Louis had gone out to the field before going back down to have her breakfast and retrieve her book. She thought about staying down there and reading but craved the solitude of her room.
Harry had spent the rest of the morning chewing on her lip the way her mother always scolded her about. She read the same page in her book five or six times before giving up, and couldn’t sit still.
Not able to contain her energy, she paced around the upper floors of the house, exploring. She poked her head into bedrooms with open doors, and checked out the other communal bathrooms. Even though they were living somewhat luxuriously all things considered, when Harry found a window that looked out over the now empty parking lot, she was reminded that they were stuck here for the summer.
They had taken her keys, and clearly that meant taking the cars away. She wasn’t sure where they were stashing them, but it was probably at the very edge of the property line.
Feeling more and more like a caged animal, she paced around retracing her steps until she heard the first signs of lunch starting up. No one was in from the field yet, but a few other people were there already drinking and feeding.
Finally, Louis came in the front door. Harry had been weighing in her mind what to do. Was she so embarrassed that she couldn’t feed with Louis anymore? Or did her discomfort at having someone else feed off her—or worse, having Louis feed off someone else—outweigh any embarrassment after the fact.
Louis made the decision for her. She came forward and reached for Harry’s hand, circling her fingers around Harry’s wrist and leading her into the living room. Harry hoped she wanted to sit in the chair again.
They made a little bit of a scene at breakfast obviously, but everyone seemed to have forgotten about it by lunch. Other pairings too were trying out different furniture and positions to find what worked best for them the way Harry and Louis had. Harry hadn’t been paying attention to the specifics of any of the other pairings for a while, but it felt like they were all still pretty shuffled and random with people just feeding off whoever was there and convenient.
Except for Harry and Louis.
Louis didn’t say anything as she sat down on the chair and gestured for Harry to hop up. Harry matched her energy, also remaining silent as she unhooked her cups. At some point they would need to talk about it.
They had their drinking routine down to a science now and despite her nerves, the familiar arousal bloomed in Harry’s abdomen. It continued to grow as Louis fed, because she suckled more urgently again as she had that morning. Truly pulling the milk out of Harry instead of just letting it flow naturally.
Harry’s muscles were tense as she attempted to not give in to her baser instincts even when Louis used her teeth again to lightly massage Harry’s nipples as she reached the end of the supply.
Harry bit down on her lip this time to keep from crying out.
As Louis neared the very end of Harry’s second breast, Harry felt her hands began to drift up her thighs towards her hips again, and she was glad Louis still felt comfortable to at least continue that practice.
Only, this time, Louis’ right hand didn’t stop.
She trailed her fingertips across the waistline of Harry’s leggings before finding the bump that gave away the center seam. Hooking two of her fingers into the waistband, Louis dragged it down almost all the way to the top of Harry’s neatly trimmed pubic hair.
“Lou,” she gasped under her breath as her hands gripped Louis’ shoulders.
“Are you wet?” Louis’ words were mumbled and slow against the skin of her breast.
“Yes,” Harry whimpered.
“Fuck.” Louis let her head fall back against the cushion of the chair. Her fingers dipped the last little way into Harry’s soaked panties.
Fingers circling Harry’s clit like they were made for the sole purpose of being there, Louis leaned back in and took Harry’s nipple in her mouth.
“I’m dry,” Harry whispered.
Louis lifted her gaze under her eyelashes. “I know, I just need to make it look like I’m drinking. Now, don’t move a muscle.”
Louis managed to keep her arm perfectly still as she thrummed Harry’s clit with two of her fingers, back and forth quicker and quicker. She was latched onto Harry’s nipple like she was actually feeding and Harry was hovering on the edge. Unable to stand it any longer, Harry lifted one hand up and pressed on Louis’ forehead until she let go of Harry’s nipple and leaned back looking every bit as milk-drunk and satiated as one of her fantasies.
Harry did that with her body; had power over this powerful athlete.
She bit down hard, probably taking a chunk of her tongue, screwing her face up so she wouldn’t cry out as her orgasm began to hit her. As Louis continued to manipulate her clit, Harry had her wrist in a vice grip between their bodies, anchoring herself.
When she was finally done, she collapsed over Louis, pushing Louis’ hand out of her panties so she wouldn’t get any more sensitive.
Louis looked around the room but didn’t say anything, so Harry didn’t think anyone had noticed them. She forced herself to sit up straight. When she looked around herself, everyone else was preoccupied with feeding. Some people were still using the stools and some people were in more comfortable positions like them.
“That was incredible,” Louis whispered, bringing Harry’s attention back to her.
“Mmph,” Harry grunted. She still hadn’t processed it yet.
Louis let out a light laugh and brought her hands up to circle Harry’s waist. “I’m sorry we don’t have more time now. But we’ll have to be more careful at dinner.”
More time. That sounded like a promise.
The rest of the group going out to the fields started gathering up their things and milling around to make sure everyone was ready. Reluctantly, Harry got up off Louis’ lap and tried to act like nothing had changed, when really everything had changed.
The period between lunch and dinner was no more restful for Harry than the morning had been, but she knew the more well rested she was and the more she took care of her body, the better the experience would be for Louis later.
She ate her own lunch dutifully, heating up one of the pre-made meals that were stocked in the refrigerator as she spent some time talking to Perrie and Jade. Neither one of them brought up what she and Louis had done at lunch directly, so Harry was pretty sure they were in the clear.
“You and Louis are close, then?” Perrie asked once they were settled with their food at the kitchen island. Harry didn’t have the chance to say anything before Jade spoke up.
“Neither one of you wants to feed with anybody else,” she smirked, daring Harry to deny it.
Harry shrugged. “I don’t know. I know why we’re here, and I know it’s supposed to be random, but the first night it was convenient and then we just got comfortable with each other.”
“I know,” Perrie added. “The first morning, when Louis fed from me she was so stiff and uncomfortable. I know it was only the second meal, but still some of it is instinctive.”
The green monster of jealousy woke from it’s deep slumber, so Harry tried to concentrate on the difference in comfort Louis had between her sessions with Harry and her session with Perrie.
“Yeah, like I said. I don’t know,” Harry smirked.
Jade and Perrie both clucked at her in good fun like they knew exactly what was happening between them.
“You haven’t come out with us yet, do you want to? Sitting in the sun is always nice and refreshing,” Perrie added.
Harry almost instinctively said no, but now that things had changed between her and Louis, she supposed she didn’t have to try and keep her distance anymore. “Sure, that would be fun.”
Jade waggled her eyebrows. “Did you bring a swimsuit?”
When they were done eating, Harry ran up to her room and put on the skimpiest bikini she had and donned a cover-up before joining Jade and Perrie for their trek out to the practice field.
There was a coach out there and all of the field players; football, soccer, etc. and the runners were all out doing drills.
The three of them found some of the other women already out there enjoying the sun on the terrace, so they pulled up a few more chairs and sat down with them.
Harry could tell the difference after Louis spotted them. She was too far away for Harry to see the reaction to her skimpy bikini, but Harry could see that she was pushing herself more and getting more and more competitive. There was something primal about it, about Louis wanting to show off for her.
Their whole relationship was built on instinct. Harry provided sustenance for her, liked the way she smelled after she came in off the field hot and sweaty and gross, and now it felt like Louis was fighting for her honor in kind of a roundabout way. Who needed a man when Harry could have such a raw, primal relationship with a woman?
When their practice was done everyone made their way in from outside. Louis, and therefore Harry, hung back a little bit to be towards the back of the group. Harry hadn’t bothered to put her cover up back on yet.
“You looked great out there,” Harry murmured.
Louis laughed. “Did I? Because I feel like I played like shit.”
Harry protested. “No! What makes you think that?”
Louis reached out one finger and hooked it around the strap of Harry’s bikini that rested, barely tied, at her right hip. “Had a few more distractions today than yesterday.”
Smug, Harry didn’t respond, just tried her best to look innocent.
“Hey, about tonight,” she whispered. Louis stopped walking to face her. “I was thinking, maybe, you might only take a little bit of what you need when we’re in front of everyone. Like, enough to make it believable.”
Realization dawned and Louis’ brow cleared in understanding. “Yeah, okay.”
“Maybe we can go up to my room after?”
Louis nodded and reached out to run a hand down Harry’s side, almost taking the bikini with her, and Harry giggled at the sensation. “We better get inside so I have time to shower before we have to report for dinner.”
They turned and sped up so they could catch up to the group and made their way inside.
Harry held the back of Louis’ head and tried more than ever to keep her arousal at bay. Louis was sticking to the plan, she had only actually nursed for a few seconds before backing off. The problem was, she needed to keep her mouth on Harry’s nipple, even if she wasn’t suckling. So while she wasn’t actively pulling any milk out she was still teasing Harry to no end.
Some milk was coming out naturally, but only droplets, nothing like when she actually drank.
Her hands, too, were driving Harry crazy. They were draped over her hips again but her thumbs kept crawling forward towards her pussy on the insides of her thighs. Hopefully both their bodies were blocking it enough from everyone watching.
Harry was sure the anticipation was going to kill her.
She started to see other couples switching breasts, so she brought a hand up and tapped Louis’ cheek to let her know. Louis had a mischievous gleam in her eye when she switched and Harry was pretty sure she was enjoying this deception a little too much.
Harry felt her take a little bit from the second breast the same way and then stop, once again keeping Harry’s nipple resting in the warmth of her mouth as she played with it with her tongue instead of her usual suckling motion.
To distract herself Harry dragged her fingers through Louis’ short, damp hair and watched the scientists waiting for any indication that they could be done for the evening. Louis would still have to give a blood sample, but Harry was going to leave again like she had the first time so it wouldn’t look like they were leaving together.
Harry hunched over and whispered that in Louis’ ear. Louis kept her eyes closed but nodded. They had a plan.
As soon as the first pairing unlatched, Harry tapped Louis again. Louis stood up and let Harry leave but not without one more casual graze of her hand across Harry’s pussy as she removed her hands.
Harry stretched out and re-hooked her bra as she watched a scientist go over to the first pair done and start to take blood from the athlete. Seeing her opening as the other scientist came over to Louis, Harry yawned big and made noise about going upstairs to read a bit after their afternoon in the sun.
Lying on her bed waiting trying not to touch herself, still almost completely full of milk and needing relief, was absolute torture for Harry.
Finally, the doorknob turned and all of a sudden Louis was there. Even though none of their bedrooms were supposed to be all that private, there was still something about having Louis there in the same space where Harry usually got off thinking about her that was jarring. In a good way.
Harry climbed up off the bed and came towards her.
“Can I kiss you?” Louis asked breathlessly.
Harry nodded and then Louis was everywhere. She cupped the side of Harry’s face and brought their lips together and the feeling was so different than what Harry was used to with her ex-boyfriends. Men were hard and fast and aggressive and Louis had a little bit of that in her, but her lips and hands were soft and gentle as they explored Harry’s body for real for the first time.
Harry was determined to move them backwards towards the bed and when the backs of her knees hit the mattress, she climbed up and laid out on her back.
There were wet patches at her breasts and she could tell when Louis spotted them as she climbed up to join her.
“Feel full?” she asked huskily.
Harry reached up and massaged her breasts before pulling the cups down. “So full, I need you,” she whined. Bringing her knees up, she let them fall apart, inviting Louis to nestle herself between them. She did, crawling over Harry’s body until she was comfortably laying on top of her.
Latching this way, with Louis between her legs, was more intimate than anything they had experienced so far.
“Oh, yes,” Harry cried out when Louis began to drink. The relief was palpable and she could feel herself getting wet the same way she did every time. But this time, Louis was a heavy weight over her hips and thighs.
Letting herself go, Harry began to subtly shift her hips as Louis nursed. When Louis began to massage her nipple with her teeth the ways she had done before, Harry moaned.
“God, I love it when you do that,” she panted. Louis blinked at her and broke her seal.
“Really? You do?”
Harry nodded, desperate for Louis to do it again. And she did, she massaged Harry’s nipple, trying to draw out every last drop. Her other hand came up and began to massage Harry’s other breast and Harry could tell it was almost time for her to switch.
When Louis stopped she sat all the way back on her feet, reaching down to hook her fingers in the waistband of Harry’s leggings and panties and began to tug them down. Harry lifted her legs up straight so Louis could take them all the way off.
All she was left with was the remnants of her nursing bra while Louis was still completely clothed. It was a little hot, actually, the idea of her being there naked at Louis’ disposal whenever she needed some food.
After she tossed Harry’s leggings and panties away she pushed Harry’s legs open a bit more, reaching down to rub across the front of her pussy and the gathering wetness there.
“You’re so wet, oh my God.” Louis said reverently.
“Can’t help it,” Harry moaned.
Louis surged forward to kiss her before settling back between her legs. She latched onto Harry’s left breast and began to drink. She was keeping herself up on one elbow next to Harry’s ribs, but Harry still wasn’t expecting it when Louis’ free hand trailed back down to her pussy and started rubbing her clit.
“Oh!” Harry squeaked. “Fuuuuck.”
As Louis continued to suck her fingers moved down and circled around Harry’s pussy until Harry felt one of her fingers enter her. She thrust her hips harder to meet Louis halfway, rutting against her hand and abdomen where they lay across her hips.
Louis added a second finger, curling them up looking for Harry’s g-spot. Harry keened when she found it. There was a scary moment when she thought she jostled Louis off her breast, but Louis stayed on. Even as she started fucking Harry faster and harder, she held on and kept nursing.
Harry could feel her orgasm building higher and higher, and she could hear her own whines as she begged Louis to keep going. She was so close.
Finally, Louis plunged her fingers in deep, rubbing her clit with the heel of her hand as she pulled back and massaged Harry’s nipple with her teeth again.
Harry watched as a little bit of milk escaped Louis' mouth, dripping back down onto her breast, and that was all she could take before her orgasm hit her hard.
“Lou,” she groaned as Louis fucked her through the aftershocks. Harry sobbed as the sensations kept going, rolling through her body, dragging her orgasm out longer than she had ever felt before. Her thighs were shaking as she tried to keep them splayed open around Louis’ torso. “It’s still going,” she gasped.
Louis had stopped drinking and was leaning on her elbow, watching Harry ride it out. Her normal milk-drunk look was mixed with a cocky smirk, and Harry felt her pussy clench down around her fingers as another wave rippled through her.
When Harry finally started squirming away from Louis to protect her sensitive clit, Louis sat up and pushed her own shorts down as far as she could without moving. Harry wanted to help her but she was inexperienced and still felt a little too wrung out as she watched Louis rub frantically at her own clit, coming only a few seconds later.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you come,” Louis mumbled against Harry’s breast. She had collapsed back down onto her chest, but Harry suspected she just really liked laying like that given how well it worked to bring her back to herself when they fed under normal circumstances. Though, could anything they were doing really be considered normal?
Harry dragged her hand through Louis’ hair, scratching lightly at her scalp. She was pretty sure Louis rumbled deep in her chest, making a noise that could only be called a purr.
They laid like that for a while until Harry’s foot started to fall asleep and Louis shifted so that she could keep her head on Harry’s chest, but her body was mostly covering the bed and Harry’s side instead of putting all of her weight on her.
Eventually, they started to talk in low murmurs. Because Louis had been training a lot, they hadn’t really had a chance to have a real conversation just the two of them.
Harry couldn’t hold onto her curiosity anymore.
“How did you end up here?” she whispered, twirling her fingers in the short hair on the back of Louis’ head. Her hand was jostled as Louis finally lifted her head, resting her chin on Harry’s sternum.
“The money,” Louis answered simply. Harry kept quiet, though, she could tell she had more to say. “Coaching pays okay, not as much as playing, though, and I’m just trying to build up my savings however I can so my siblings won’t have to take loans out for college as much as possible.”
God, Harry thought, could she get any hotter?
“Siblings?”
“Five sisters, one brother,” Louis said. “You?”
“Wow, that’s a lot. One sister for me,” Harry smiled thinking about her sister Gemma. She was a super fancy tech magazine editor in San Francisco.
“Mmm,” Louis hummed. “How about you? How did you end up here?”
Harry sighed deeply.
“That bad, huh?” Louis laughed.
Harry proceeded to tell the whole story. She explained where her last relationship went wrong leading up to the very public break up and job loss.
Louis oohed and ahhed and was upset for her in all the right places but when Harry got to the end, she looked contemplative.
“So... boyfriends?”
Harry bit down on her lip. “These past few days have been eye-opening.”
Louis nodded, but a little spark had gone out of her eyes.
“Look, Louis, I never expected this, it wasn’t anything I’ve ever thought about before except that one time I realized I always watched the women when I watched porn, but that’s beside the point.” Harry muttered. “But I can tell you that I’ve never felt this way about anybody before.”
“Really?” Louis’ voice was small and vulnerable. “Because since the beginning it’s felt a little too good to be true.”
“I’ve never really been a jealous person before, but that first morning when I came down and you were feeding from Perrie, I snapped.”
Louis bit back a smile and buried her face between Harry’s breasts for a second. “It was weird for me too, I hated it.”
Harry scoffed. “You didn’t hate it.”
“Okay maybe hate was the wrong word, but it wasn’t you. We’d only fed once at that point, I couldn’t figure out why it was so awkward.”
“Do you think they’re going to separate us?” Harry asked.
Louis’ smile dimmed. “I don’t know, but I read the rules and all the information they gave us. Nothing says we have to feed from different people.”
“You read the rules?” Harry was endeared at the blush that bloomed on Louis’ cheeks.
“We were pretty obvious tonight, and maybe a little loud. I guess we’ll see what tomorrow brings,” Louis whispered.
They reluctantly got up to clean themselves up and changed into real pajamas before getting under the covers. Louis’ arms immediately went around Harry’s waist and drew her in closer to her body.
Despite Harry’s anxiety at eventually being separated from Louis, she managed to fall asleep easily.
DAY 70
Harry was holding her book above Louis’ head, reading as she nursed. For their last full day at the compound it was a little anticlimactic. The weather was gray and rainy so everyone was feeling a little lazy. The athletes couldn’t go outside to train so they had to use the gym facilities downstairs.
When Louis came up for lunch, she told Harry not to bother getting up from the couch, laying down on top of her to nurse instead.
It took the scientists and Sally—Harry suspected Sally figured it out faster—about a week to realize Louis wasn’t feeding from anyone other than Harry.
At first, they objected. Harry and Louis were in an awkward position because they both wanted the money from finishing the experiment, but didn’t want to give up each other. The scientists argued they didn’t have to give up each other just maybe limit feeding with each other to once a day.
Harry had never really seen someone snarl before Louis’ reaction to that proposal. Harry was pretty sure she was thinking about all of the other athletes getting their hands on Harry to feed from her and seeing her in such a vulnerable state. Harry, too, didn’t want Louis to be satisfied by anyone else. She was Harry’s to take care of.
Louis finally pointed out that it was yet another variable they could study and they conceded.
Over the course of ten weeks, they had both had ups and downs grappling with their luxury prison. They had three meals a day and a roof over their heads, but not being able to leave and being around the same thirty people for ten weeks was draining.
Louis had basically moved into Harry’s room, and it was a small space for two people, but both agreed they didn’t want to be apart. Louis frequently had breakfast in the room with the two of them curled up in bed together in the morning light.
They made plans for after the experiment was done. Harry was going to move in with Louis in her apartment about an hour away from where Harry had lived before.
They also talked about weaning. It was a difficult conversation for both of them. Louis missed real food—that had been the source of most of her bouts of moodiness—but didn’t want to wean completely. Harry had to come to terms with adjusting to Louis getting her sustenance from other sources, but wasn’t quite ready yet.
The scientists had given the athletes materials about what would happen to their bodies as they went back to digesting real food. They obviously didn’t know Harry and Louis’ plans, but Harry figured they were at an advantage because she was going to keep breastfeeding and could help Louis adjust.
When she was done with lunch, Louis laid with Harry for a little while longer until Harry accidentally dropped her book on her head.
“I’m sorry, Lou! It’s Jade’s book, so I’m trying to finish it so I can give it back to her before we leave.”
Louis grumbled about the bruise on her forehead—there wasn’t one—and then about leaving. Harry had learned over the course of their time together that she needed a longer amount of time than most to adjust to change.
She smiled as she watched Louis walk away, then went back to reading her book. They were going to be fine.