00075 NuDistrict Ch. 01

Hi. My name is Israela and I am a female Jewish analytical (Jungian) psychologist. I am married with a Gentile pharmacist named Jane, and as soon as we got married, we joined the NuDistrict, a clothing-optional community.

There are no stated gender restrictions, but nearly all the adult inhabitants are women -- cis or trans; male-identified people are "nudged" into leaving once reaching adulthood. Obviously, if an outside man needs medical care, we'll cure him, but once he is able to walk away, he should bid us farewell.

The only exception is Leo, the child of Kristin, who is still among us even though they are already 30 and lecture on Quantum Computing at a nearby university.

There they found a Humanistic Jewish community who welcomed and "adopted" them into the Jewish people, without even requiring them to circumcise (paraphrasing David Ben-Gurion, they say, "Whoever is 'meshugge (crazy)' enough to self-identify as Jewish, is Jewish"), in spite of their non-binary gender identity.

In fact, assigned male at birth, Leo had their puberty blocked with GnHR, as they were unwilling to become an adult-bodied male. Their mother Kristin is much like the Venus of Lespugue, and they (Leo) have always boasted of envying her tits.

They (Kristin's tits) are the product of nature and nurture -- Kristin is a gold star lesbian, had Leo via assisted reproduction, and she's never stopped nursing after Leo's birth.

Leo, as they are now 30, doesn't obviously just drink their mom's milk; and Kristin doesn't secrete milk just for her child -- she provides high quality milk to all children who need it, in NuDistrict and at nearby hospitals.

Kristin has a herbalist's shop (she often jokes that she couldn't sell dairy products without arousing suspicion), and we often see her at the counter with her breasts attached to a hospital-grade pump. We have even learnt her schedule, and keep out of her shop at 10.00, 13.00, 16.00 - not because we deem breastfeeding or breast pumping indecent, but because she couldn't hand her customer anything while pumping.

We know that Leo in the evening milks their mother, and we find nothing wrong in it, but the NuDistrict's board of directors is getting uneasy at Leo's continued residence -- they have a good job, they could live in the university guestrooms with little to no charge, so, if they have a male gender identity, they should leave the community.

Moreover, the NuDistrict health care broker, which manages a subsidized health care plan, has noticed that Leo's GnHR is a really costly medicine, which shouldn't be administered to a 30-year old adult without very specific illnesses -- so the broker is going to discontinue its coverage.

So I am asked to talk to Leo and to find a shared solution to these issues. I understand that their continued being on GnHR is a serious problem (this medicine may also cause osteopenia or even osteoporosis), but I am uneasy at the obvious attempt to keep NuDistrict male-identified-people free.

It is true that keeping such people away has made violent crime nearly absent here, but I think that people should be evaluated according to their own qualities, not to the groups they belong to. Being Jewish implies that.

So I decide not to summon Kristin and Leo to my office, but to informally talk to them, and one Saturday I entered Kristin's shop, at about 10.

Israela: Hi, Kristin.

Kristin: Hi, Israela. As you can see, I'm pumping. If you come back at 10.30, I can sell you whatever you like.

I: Darling, on Shabbat I buy nothing. I'm here to talk to you and Leo.

K: Oh, you can talk us now. Press the ringer button and Leo will come here.

Leo: Hi, Israela, our incarnation of the Venus of Gagarino. What's the matter?

I: There is a problem with your GnHR, Leo. How long are you going to take it?

L: It is a money issue, isn't it?

I: Not just a money issue. I am worried about your bone density.

K: You needn't to. Leo scrupulously does their weightlifting exercise thrice a week, drinks a lot of bovine and ... human milk, and the last bone densitometry values were comparable to normal males their age. This is not an issue.

L: Another problem is Leo's gender identity -- and what the board of directors may think of it.

K: The board of directors should mind to their own business; but admittedly Leo's gender identity is fuzzy.

L: Mom, it is not fuzzy. I think I am a "futanari".

I: What do you mean, Leo?

L: This Japanese word means "androgynous". In porn parlance it is a human with male penis and female breasts.

I: A kind of non-binary identity, then. Psychologically, would you find yourself more male or more female?

L: I cannot answer. My life is mostly a female one.

K: Israela, I am afraid that Leo is dreaming of the impossible. The porn they watch are hentai mangas or animes whose characters have girly faces, hair and hips, but horse penises and cow udders -- so big that some of these characters can titfuck themselves without even bending forwards!

L: You once did that, mom.

I was puzzled, Kristin laughed, and explained.

K: Once Leo bought me a vibrating strapon, and they asked me to assfuck them. I had to explain Leo that they are my child, so I can nurse them, and even get and give orgasms while at it (many women are aroused and even orgasm while breastfeed their children, so I am not doing anything uncanny or wrong), but anything else would be tantamount to incest.

L: But she donned the strapon, sat on a chair, bent somewhat forwards, pressed her tits against the vibrating rod, and apparently enjoyed it.

K: And I bought you an artificial vagina -- you often use it while watching me pumping, and then I don a butterfly vibrator in order to get more intense orgasms. We've drawn a boundary -- we can masturbate in front of each other, but not each other.

L: But I can suck your tits when we are alone.

K: You need my milk. And suction alone causes both of us to orgasm. So we don't use vibrators then.

I: Do you really orgasm, Leo?

L: Yes. I even have multiple orgasms. They are dry orgasms, since my testicles are immature.

I: And I see that you are having an erection -- talking of such subjects apparently stimulate you.

K: Yes. Now I stop pumping, close the shop and we go upstairs to continue the conversation.

Once upstairs, Kristin put the milk tanks into the fridge, led us into the sitting room, and started the conversation.

K: Leo, please, explain Israela your wildest dreams.

L: I would like to lactate and grow big boobs. Without renouncing my penis. I can have multiple orgasms with it.

I: How about receptive anal sex? Hadn't you thought about it, you wouldn't have bought that strapon.

L: It is not important for me. Tits are important.

K: I am a certified lactation consultant. Lactation doesn't depend on ovaries, so even Leo could start it. But they need a six month hormone therapy to prepare their mammae. But then, to effectively start lactation, Leo needs somebody suckling their nipples. Seven times a day: every three hours during the day, and at least once at night. Who can do that?

I: I and Jane could do that. We can take turns.

L: Thanks, but, mom, aren't you sure I could use a breast pump instead?

K: It is not as effective as a human mouth. Israela, the best solution would be that you two suckle my child together. Double suction means increased prolactin, and therefore faster and better results.

I: I'll ask Jane.

L: We're in February. What if we start the hormones tomorrow morning, and suckling in August?

K: By November at the latest you should lactate.

I: And Marla, the health care broker, says that she will stop providing GnHR by the end of the year. What are you going to do then?

L: I don't want to became a hairy and hoary adult male.

I: I'll ask Jane if there is a cheap and effective antiandrogen drug Marla is willing to pay for.

K: Wonderful. But, Leo, lactation will enlarge your breasts of about two cup sizes. Don't look at my breasts, since they are a really exceptional case. But I am afraid that you want a much huger breast growth.

I: Breast surgery is included in our health care plan. Perhaps Leo can bill Marla for it.

K: Excellent. It's nearly noon. Israela, what if you and Jane lunch with us, so she learns what Leo wants to do?

She accepted, so we had an Adonis (Leo) and three Venuses around the table: Kristin, who resembles the Venus of Lespugue, I, who resemble the Venus of Gagarino, and Jane, who is alike the Venus of Willendorf.

After lunch, Jane put the hormones on the table, and said,

Jane: These are your hormones, Leo. But I wonder -- are you really willing to have you tits suckled five times a day? I remember that I had to bandage your left nipple last year because of a thorn that stung your left breast, near your areola. The nipple was unhurt, but touching it irked you.

L: I'll be patient, Jane.

J: Leo, lactation must be a pleasure, not something to endure. These hormones are going to change your body for good. You have to love what you are going to get.

L: So, what are you doing, Jane?

J: What if I and Israela try and suck your tits now, in order to assess your reaction -- and our reactions? Although I love your androgynous body, I could eerily discover that I may not be able to suckle your tits. In this case, you should find somebody else.

L: Israela, what do you think?

I: Jane is right. But I love you, so I think that I'll love your tits too, Leo.

So Leo sat on a three-seat sofa, I at their right, Jane at their left, put our mouths on Leo's nipples and we began sucking. But after a few minutes of squirming, Leo said,

L: Enough! Sorry, I can't bear your lips on my tits.

I: It's a pity -- it was the first time I suckled a non-binary human.

J: Your tits are small, but your nipples are sexy. Are you sure we can't retry?

Kristin was sitting on a chair, briefly massaged her boobs, and weighed in:

K: Leo, what if we do some foreplay? Israela, you know that my child is an Aspie ...

J: What is an Aspie?

I: They have Asperger's Syndrome, a kind of High Functioning Autism. Kristie means that Leo may have tactile hypersensitivity and that's why we weren't delicate enough with their nipples.

K: Right. I would do two things. Israela, Jane, could you briefly suckle my tits, so I can assess whether you need some training?

I: Don't worry, Leo, we won't dry your mom's tits up.

I and Jane suckled Kristin's tits -- we loved her milk, she briefly moaned, and then she detached us both.

K: Ok, you're very good sucklers, so it is not definitely your fault. Leo, would you like them to suckle my tits from time to time?

L: They are your tits, you can do whatever with them. I hope my milk ration won't dwindle because of them.

K: It will most likely increase. May I sit on your knees, Leo?

L: Of course.

K: Can I bring you the artificial vagina?

L: Er ... I'm somewhat ashamed of masturbating in front of Israela and Jane.

J: Don't worry. We never get out without a vibrator in our purses. We can use them now, if it helps.

K: So I can use mine as well, right?

I: Yes, Kristin. But our objective is nursing, not orgasming.

Kristin smiled, stood up, went to a drawer, took Leo's artificial vagina and her butterfly vibrator, and came back to us; Jane took our clit vibrators out of her purse, and we all stood up and donned them.

After donning her own vibrator, Kristin stooped on Leo, who was still sitting on the sofa, with a real hard on which made his dick bigger than usual.

Since Kristin's boobs were really big, she couldn't help resting her boobs on Leo's thighs while putting the artificial vagina in place.

Then she turned her sex toy on, and me, Jane, Leo did the same.

Kristin closed Leo's legs, sat on their knees, and with her tits she began caressing their hips, tummy (keeping clear of Leo's artificial vagina), chest, nipples.

Then she raised her tits on to Leo's shoulders, stroked their neck, ears and cheeks, until she put them on to their mouth.

Leo opened their lips and took both nipples into their mouth, and began sucking.

Kristin was so aroused that she couldn't help tightly hugging Leo, and pressing his artificial vagina between her tummy and theirs, and her butterfly vibrator against Leo's tiny scrotum.

After a few minutes of sucking, she took her boobs out of Leo's mouth, and rubbed their dry nipples with her wet ones.

Leo apparently appreciated the gesture, and touched and stroked Kristin's tits; she pulled back her ass, so she could put her own mouth on Leo's nipples and suckle them.

J: Ok, Kristin, you've taught us what to do. Once you're done, we'll imitate you.

I: Kristin, you're now being unable to control your tits. Leo's artificial vagina is now fucking them!

J: Let them enjoy it. Are you afraid of that toy?

I: No.

Leo apparently enjoyed being suckled that way, so, when Kristin was done, we spread Leo's legs open, but Kristin warned us,

K: Don't put your twats on Leo's knees. Your powerful vibrators may smash them. Please, sit on their thighs instead.

We did that, began caressing Leo's body with our tits (I with my left boob, Jane with her right boob), from hips to cheeks.

Then Leo took both our nipples into their mouth, and we loved the way they suckled -- no wonder that Kristin kept nursing them for 30 years!

Kristin was so aroused that she moved her chair towards the sofa, and leaned her gigantic tits against our hips.

It was unexpected, so she startled us, but we sweetly touched her tits, reached her ribcage, and sweetly drew her body towards ours -- so she could rub her nipples against ours (her left nipple rubbed my right one, her right nipple Jane's).

She did not do just that -- she stooped and took the nipples she rubbed into our mouth, and sucked them.

We loved the sensation, but it was an awkward position for all of us -- so Jane said:

J: Israela, let me and you stand up, so Kristin and Leo can keep sucking our tits in a more comfortable position.

We did that, and Kristin and Leo hugged our hips while doing that. The suckling and the toys made us come repeatedly, and then I reminded everybody:

I: Ok, we have been the middlewomen who allowed Kristin and Leo step up their incestuous relationship, and we've been blissfully rewarded for that. But we are here to help Leo lactate.

So Leo sprawled on the sofa, I and Jane sat at their side, briefly rubbed their nipples with our tits, and began suckling Leo, who enjoyed it this time.

Kristin surprised us again: she rested her boobs on Leo's thighs, switched off their artificial vagina, removed it, put her mouth in place, and blowjobbed Leo.

We milked Leo's tits for half an hour, and Kristin did the same with their cock.

Not just that: Jane, the most adventurous of us two, stopped her vibrator, removed it from her twat, took Kristin's right hand from Leo's left hip, and put it on to her own pussy mound.

Kristin briefly fondled it, massaged and squeezed Jane's clit, and then put her fore- and middle- finger into her twat.

At first, she probed for her G-spot, and once she found it, she mercilessly stroked it; then she began throbbing against Jane's cervix, and folded her own ring- and little- finger so that, when the bigger fingers moved in and out her vagina, the lesser fingers stroke Jane's anus.

She wanted to also penetrate it (that's whom Leo got the idea of receptive anal sex from!), but Jane was unwilling at first to take these fingers into her own butt, so Kristin refrained.

I did the same with Kristin's left hand, but I encouraged her to penetrate my rectum too. Jane therefore let Kristin put her fingers into her own ass too.

After three quarters of an hour, we had enough, and rested for a while.

It was now time for Kristin to be pumped, but she said.

K: I've already given the hospital more milk than requested. Would you like, Israela and Jane, to drink my milk?

L: What about me?

Kristin whispered some arousing words into Leo's ear, and he told us:

L: Enjoy your milk! I'm getting more than that.

Kristin sprawled on the sofa, I and Jane suckled her, while Leo removed her butterfly vibrator and ate her twat.

Or better, they blowjobbed her clit, much in the same way she had blowjobbed their penis before. And while their mouth was at it, their fingers entered both her vagina and her rectum -- much like Kristin had done to us before, but they could put four fingers into each orifice.

When we were done, Kristin hugged her child, French-kissed them for the first time, and I and Jane hugged them both.

It was now time to reopen the shop, and I and Jane went to Marla, and told her that Leo would soon swap the expensive GnHR with the comparatively cheaper spironolactone.

Marla replied:

Marla: Oh, so they've decided transitioning. Which name will she get?

I: They are still non-binary, so don't rush to misgendering them.

J: Marla has a point: if Leo starts lactating, it will be easier to think to them as a woman.

I: It would be just a social transition. But I don't know which name will they choose.

J: Hebrew has a lot of gender-neutral first names; but if they want a female name, why not Leah?

I: Good idea. We'll put it forward tomorrow.

I said "tomorrow" because we had way too much sex for a single day. I and Jane were willing to date Kristin and Leo again, but we weren't going to start suckling Leo's nipples seven times a day until the end of the hormone therapy, as per the protocol.

J: Perhaps we should start earlier. Psalm 119:164 says: "Seven times a day do I praise Thee, because of Thy righteous ordinances."

I: Amen. But once a day for now will be enough, Jane.

*** To be continued ***