Transcript of an audio recording made by Doctor Anders about a patient that is seeing her for treatment for high milk production and an overactive libido.

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>“November 14, afternoon. Patient Eight dash A. Retrospective on session two and thoughts on preparations for session three.

>“Theresa Hopkins, the patient, was referred to this office by an acquaintance. She originally sought professional help because of a perceived milk overproduction. While she was within a healthy range and had all her physical tests returning nominally, she decided to seek further assistance and reached out to me.

>“She arrived early to the first session and explained her situation- her concern was not over her milk supply; she was concerned about her libido and how easily she slipped into her fantasies. She wanted help in creating routines and mental exercises to help with this. While I didn’t have much on such short notice, I sent her off saying that I would have something ready for her next appointment.

>“During the next appointment a week later, I gave her what I had come up with. Things to keep in mind, grounding exercises to keep herself engaged in the present moment. Nothing that would be extremely effective, but she needs to explore her options and find what works best for her. Hopefully some feedback during our next sessions will shed some light on what improvements we can make.

>”…

>“Note to self: get the motors on my office pump checked. I think they’re starting to wear out. It took almost seven minutes for me to pump today, which… sigh, no Annie, the bottles didn’t look any fuller. Ugh, the perks of wanting to do everything yourself.”

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<”–is that, Dr. Anders? I don’t remember seeing it last time.”

>“It’s a cassette recorder, a bit of an old model, to be honest. It’s part of my hobby; I like using it to record sessions with my patients to review for later– oh, but only if it’s alright with you, of course! I’ve had a few patients who prefer to not be recorded. If you’d like, I can wipe the recor–”

<“No! No, no, it’s fine. I’m fine with this, uh, recording.”

>“Thank you. And please, you can call me Annie.”

<“Uh… So, how do we start this?”

>“Any way you’d like, Theresa. We could start by reviewing the routine that I supplied to you last session. Would you mind telling me how much it helped you, if at all?

<“Sure, sure. I… I had trouble getting used to it, but I think it’s been working for me. Actually, can I try something quick?”

>“What would you like to try?”

<“I usually pump around this time, so I’d like to do so while we’re talking. I can show you how little– er, how much progress I’ve made.”

>“You don’t need to feel insecure about your progress. Everyone goes through life at their own pace. Besides, who are you measuring this progress against?”

<“Heh, I guess you’re right, Annie. So, let me just…” click click “…aaand set. Hm? Something wrong?”

>“No, it’s just… you really cranked it up quickly, didn’t you?”

<“Eh, I’m used to it. When you’ve got impatient buddies like mine, they really do just start digging in and drinking up. I can take them being a bit rough and, uh, I don’t really mind if they are.”

>“Goodness, you’re just pouring all that milk out, aren’t you?”

<“Hah, don’t tell me you’re impressed. I know this chick, Valentine, she can just gush out milk like it’s no one’s business. She needs to be in a medical journal or something. No shit, once she got her milk flowing, she filled a whole gallon jug in three minutes. And she’s not even a subhyper!”

>“Sounds like quite the sight.”

<“You’re telling me. Ugh, it just keeps reminding me of how I found out about this whole mess.”

>“Theresa?”

<“Hm?”

>“Would you mind retelling that story? The recorder wasn’t working last time, and I’d like to have your reasons for seeking me out on file. Or recording, as it were. Only if you’re comfortable, of course.”

<“Oh, sure, sure. Let’s see…

<“It was on one of my days off. Usually, I’m with one of my friends or I’ve brought a guy to my apartment, and they never really need much convincing to have a snack, you know? But uh, it was just me that day. It was the first time in a while that I had to pump it all out. Always someone who wants you to share. Or maybe I just like sharing…

<“A-Anyway. I got my pump out and looked for one of my bottles, but they were all in the sink. I went ‘fuck it’ and grabbed a gallon jug that I had rinsed out and tossed in the recycling, dropped the tube in it, and fired the pump up. At the time, I thought I was a half-gallon gal, so you know, room for error.

<“It didn’t take long before I was really getting into it and I… well, it’s hard to really focus on anything else, right? I started playing with myself; squeezing my tits, fingering myself, the whole deal. I was out of it, just totally lost in the sauce, when I felt this warm wetness on the outside of my leg. I didn’t remember reaching over there, so I glance over and…

<“The gallon jug- I’d completely filled it! Sure, I was almost empty by that point, but I was still spraying the stuff out! Seeing it all together pushed me over– er…

<“Oh, I over-explained again, didn’t I? You– you didn’t need to hear–”

>“It’s quite alright, Theresa. If you’d like to get back on track, how did it make you feel at the time?”

<“In the moment? It was fucking hot. But uh, ahem afterwards, once I cleaned up and came to my senses, I… started freaking out. I mean, come on. Look at me. Someone with tits like mine, being able to make a gallon a day? I’m bra twins with my cousin, and she doesn’t put out anywhere near that much. And then it hit me. Day in, day out, I’m bringing people around and getting myself off, and only then do I realize how much it’s affecting me. I thought I was just a normal person, but…

<“So… yeah. That’s why I wanted to come here. I know it’s a really dumb barometer, but…”

>“It’s not a standard way of measuring things, but I have to disagree with your assessment, if slightly. What you’re doing is trying to measure progress of one of the most abstract things we can conceive of. Our thoughts are ephemeral and always changing, and it’s almost impossible to force them into concrete measurements. Your assessment of progress by measuring your milk output is a more concrete method than any mental exercise I could prescribe.

<“I– Thank you, doc. –Annie! …Yeah, this whole thing hasn’t been easy.”

>“Could we take a moment to see how much progress you’ve made? I think your experiment’s done.”

<“Hm? Oh! Yeah, let me just… Alright. Rightie has… seven and a quarter on the dot. And Leftie… is just above that. So that’s–”

>“Fourteen and a half cups. Definitely less than a gallon.”

<“I mean… Yeah, I guess.”

>“Is something the matter?”

<“Well, yeah. I thought I’d… gotten further than this.”

>“Progress isn’t immediate, Theresa. You’re on your third session with me and only spent a week thus far on this regime. Deep breaths. You’ll do fine.”

<“Still. I’m only down a cup and a half from when I started.”

>“And how far would you have progressed without seeking help?”

<“I…”

>“We’ll discuss what you think were the more effective aspects of your mental exercises and routine. Maybe you already have some ideas about what could be more effective for the week ahead. Just let me switch out the cassette in this recorder; I love these things, but there’s so little accessible space in these–”

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