"Kyle! You little jerk!" screamed Jenny. "You think it's funny? I'm going to wring your scrawny neck!"
Susan and Katie just exchanged confused glances. "What's going on?" asked Susan.
"I don't know," said Katie. "Kyle must have done something really bad to her."
"Oh, Jennifer," answered Kyle in a regretful tone. "I'm so disappointed in you. After three days, I was hoping you'd realized you'd brought this on yourself, and that your attitude toward others might improve... or, I guess you could say, do an about-face..."
Jenny couldn't believe it. He actually said it. Even before she could fully fathom the true horror of the situation, Jenny could feel one of her six hands creep toward her vagina and begin rubbing it. She couldn't help it; it was uncontrollable. "No! Stop! Oh God, no!" The urge to stroke her pussy, and to feel inside, was too much to bear. Susan and Katie just watched in complete shock as their friend carelessly masturbated in front of them.
Kyle continued. "...But I guess that was too much to hope for. Well, I'm not sorry. You've been a real bitch, Jenny, and it's time for you to... face the music." Kyle's smug grin returned. He had the upper hand, and he knew it.
"Oh God!" cried Jenny. "No! Please, stop! You've made your point! I'm sorry!"
"It's too late for that, Jenny," said Kyle. "And I doubt you really mean it anyway. The truth is, I've finally got you in a compromising position, and I'm going to milk it for all it's worth!"
It was another terrible setback to Jenny. Suddenly she could feel her shirt getting wet. A white liquid began to leak out from her chest and pool into a puddle at her feet.
She was lactating. And even worse, there didn't seem to be any way to stop or control it. Jenny was so embarrassed, particularly since this was happening right in front of her speechless friends.
"Now if you'll excuse me," said Kyle, turning to leave. "I have a chemistry class to get to."
"This isn't over!" snarled Jennifer desperately. "When I get out of this situation, you're dead! You hear me? Dead!"
Kyle scolded, "Threatening me isn't going to help your case, Jenny. Now if I were you, rather than making idle threats, I'd be trying to figure out how to patch up that leak you seem to have sprung. You wouldn't want to stain that pretty skirt of yours, would you?"
Almost as if possessed, Jenny quickly tore off her milk-soaked shirt, exposing her huge lactating boobs to the whole school. It was the perfect three for three. As Jenny stood there, topless, feverishly masturbating and squirting out milk in front of her dazed friends, Kyle chuckled sadistically before walking off to his next class.
"Somebody, please, just shoot me now," groaned Jenny, her face a deep shade of crimson.