The Doctor's Breastfeeding Patient

Doctor's Appointment

Layla fidgets with her nails as she sits in the lobby, waiting to be called. It is cold, and she is sitting directly below the air vent, so she wraps her cardigan tighter against her body.

It made her feel better as well. She'd worn that cardigan to shield herself from view. She didn't want anyone she knew to see her.

Just this past week, she ran into an old classmate from college, Joan, who gasped and was shocked to see her figure. Joan asked Layla when she got breast implants, and told her they looked amazing, so... natural.

After blushing a deep shade of red, Layla simply shook her head. She wanted to explain to her old friend that she, in fact, did not get implants, but was embarrassed to explain what was going on in her body. 

How could she explain something she does not know?

Layla looks up when the nurse comes out of the door and calls out a name that isn't hers. She exhales in relief.

It wasn't that she didn't want to know what was going on with her, but frankly, she was embarrassed to be seen by Dr. Huffman. She'd had a crush on him since she first started coming for her yearly check-ups. There was a time she could've sworn he liked her as well, but perhaps he was simply friendly, and she did not want to make it weird by coming onto him.

He was the only doctor she truly trusted, so she had to suck up her embarrassment and get it over with.

"Layla Summers."

Layla perks up when her name is called, and she nervously fidgets with her cardigan, wrapping it tighter as she follows the nurse.

"You can wait in this room. The doctor will be here any moment."

Layla shyly nods, and the nurse closes the door.

A couple of minutes later, the doctor steps inside. His gaze drifts from the clipboard in his hand toward the patient. His eyes widen when he recognizes the beautiful woman. It has been some time since she's come for a checkup, and he often thinks of her.

"Ms. Summers," he says.

"Layla," she blushes, having gone through this conversation many times throughout the years.

"Layla," he says with a smile. "How can I help you today?"

Layla blushes, gulping as she takes a seat on the medical bed, where the doctor gestures.

"I- I have sort of have a problem," she pauses. "In my breasts."

The doctor nods, unfazed. It was common in his line of work.

"What is the problem? Let me take a look at them."

Layla bites her lip, hesitating, before slowly removing her cardigan.

Dr. Huffman's eyes widen. His gaze traces over the curves of her large breasts and analyzes the shape and size of them before clearing his throat and lifting his gaze to meet hers.

"You got implants? Are they bothering you?"

Layla turns scarlet as she shakes her head. The doctor itches to fix his pants, his cock betraying his honor and hardening as he takes on her embarrassment. She looked so good, and her breasts were begging to be touched by him. He tried his best to clear up any impure thoughts. He had to be professional.

"I- umm... A couple of months ago, they started growing in size. Then, a few weeks ago," Layla paused as she looked down at the ground. "I started lactating."

The doctor frowns, rubbing his neck as he tries to understand.

"Oh. You've had a child?"

Layla gasps as she looks up to meet his gaze, shaking her head frantically.

"God, no. I- I just started lactating for no reason. I thought it would go away on its own. But now... I'm producing so much milk that it's hard to go about my day without pumping every couple of hours."

The doctor runs his hand across his lips, turning to the side and fidgeting with his computer so she won't see the bulge in his pants.

Fuck, just to think of all that milk coming out of those breasts made his cock throb.

"That is... unheard of," he says after a minute.

Layla sighs. "Can you help me, doctor? I don't know what to do."

God, yes, he wanted to scream out.

He thought of so many ways he could help alleviate the pressure and the pain. He pictures himself milking and feeding off her tits until she finally sighs and feels like she can go about her day without carrying so much milk inside of her.

But instead, he simply replied, "Of course."

Layla sighs in relief that is cut short when the doctor asks her to remove her bra.

Biting her lip, she shyly removes it.

The doctor's gaze shifts down to her heavy breasts, which are larger than a 38DD. He steps closer and, with his hand, cups her left breast. He squeezes it softly, trying not to groan when milk leaks out of her perky, pink nipple. Layla softly hisses both at the painful pressure and relief.

He nods and writes notes on his clipboard.

Then he proceeds to cup her right breast and, again, softly squeezes it. Milk leaks from her right nipple, and this time he can't help himself from running his thumb across her hardened bud.

Layla bites her lip, trying not to moan.

Before he can do anything stupid and risk losing his patient, the doctor walks over to his desk and writes the name of a medication in a prescription note.

"You will go to the pharmacy and get this medication. This will help balance your hormones and level them, so the ones heavily affecting your system will settle. Slowly, you should be able to stop lactating. You will come in two weeks for a follow-up."

Layla grins with excitement as she takes the prescription from the doctor.

When the doctor stands to open the door for her, Layla's excitement gets the best of her.

"Thank you so much, doctor!" She smiles wide as she hugs him.

Dr. Huffman resists the urge to groan as her large, soft breasts press against him.

When she walks out of the room, he closes the door and locks it. He fists his cock and closes his eyes, thinking of Layla's pretty face and huge tits as he jacks off. He remembers the feeling of her soft breasts, and when he thinks of how it felt to run his thumb across her leaking nipple, he cums.

Though he hopes the medicine he prescribed offers her the relief she wants, he can't help but want to see her again with milk in her breasts.

The two weeks could not pass soon enough.