The Doctor's Breastfeeding Patient

Following Check Up

Two weeks pass by in the blink of an eye.

Layla looks at the clock and bites her lip as she pushes her fingers deeper inside her wet pussy. She moans, using her free hand to squeeze her breast as it pumps out milk.

She was pumping before her doctor's appointment so she wouldn't start leaking in front of the doctor. But just the thought of him made her all hot.

Recently, she found out how many more orgasms she can have if she touches herself while pumping out milk.

It was erotic and simply otherworldly. She'd never known a sensation like this.

This was perhaps the only reason she was glad the medications did not help.

"Mmm," she moans as she arches her back.

The machine was nearly finished pumping all of her milk, so she started curling her fingers.

"Ahh!"

She squirts out a heavy load of cum, and she gasps. It seems as if it's not just extra liquid coming from her breasts but also from her pussy when she cums.

Layla felt even more embarrassed to bring this up to the doctor, so she decided to keep this information to herself.

Sighing in relief, she detaches the pumping machine from her breasts and starts getting ready.

——-

The doctor's office is still cold, but since she just pumped, Layla isn't worried about her hardened buds leaking.

In fact, this time, she didn't even bother putting a cardigan on.

There was something in the doctor's eyes the last time she was here. Something Layla couldn't put a word to. The only thing she felt was that the doctor somehow liked seeing her breasts.

He didn't seem as grossed out as she thought he would be. In fact, when he ran his thumb against her nipple, Layla could've sworn she saw a hint of desire in them. But she quickly pushed those thoughts away.

She knew the doctor was only doing his job, but somehow the idea of him liking her breasts just made her pussy so wet that she wanted to believe it so bad.

"Layla Summers."

Layla rises from her seat and follows the nurse to a room.

"The doctor will be with you in just a moment," the nurse says.

Layla nods and fidgets with her blouse before the doctor walks in. She wonders if it looks like she's trying too hard. Maybe he'll think her an idiot if he figures out she's trying to seduce him in some way.

Before Layla can think too much about it, the door opens.

Dr. Hoffman's eyes fall upon her own before he trails them down to her heavy breasts. She bites her lip, unable to stop her pussy from getting wet when his gaze lingers for more than the appropriate amount of time.

The doctor clears his throat.

"Tell me, have the medications worked?"

Layla shakes her head. "I'm still pumping the same amount of milk, doctor."

He breathes out, turning to his computer so that she won't see his erection.

"I see." He types notes for a minute, and once his erection has lowered, he turns to face Layla.

"I didn't want it to come to this, but your situation is far too rare, if not unheard of. I am going to set up a team of scientists who will be blown away by your condition. You can either stay at home and visit my lab five times a week, though it is one hour out of town. Or you can temporarily stay in one of the guest bedrooms during this two-month trial."

"Two months," Layla gasps.

The doctor nods, rubbing the back of his head. "Even the most brilliant of scientists and doctors need sufficient research to come up with results."

Layla nods. She knows. It was all just so unexpected.

As if reading her mind, the doctor speaks up, "Do not worry about work. As I said, this case is almost unheard of. You will be compensated very well. The money these doctors will pay to have a chance at studying this issue will set you up for life."

Layla exhales in disbelief.

Set for life?

She nods, feeling much more comfortable now.

"Remove your blouse and bra. I'm going to go ahead and ask you a couple of questions."

Layla bites her lip, toying with the hem of her blouse, before lifting it and discarding it to the side.

The doctor looks up and then down to his notepad before looking up again in disbelief.

She had not worn a bra.

Her large breasts were on full display for him to admire. He itched to wrap his hand around one and squeeze it until a trickle of milk poured out. He wanted nothing more in this world than to have a taste of it.

Layla stands straight, so her breasts would be even perkier. She loves the way the doctor is staring at them. She wasn't imagining it. He liked them.

Dr. Huffman clears his throat and steps closer as he looks down at his clipboard.

"I've studied all your responses to the questions given to you on your last visit. Scan over the following questions and let me know if anything has changed."

As Layla grabs the clipboard, the doctor uses his stethoscope to check her heartbeat.

Sure, he could've done this before she removed her blouse. But then he would not have had the luxury to press against the metal against her chest and watch as her breasts moved with every touch on her skin.

Layla shakes her head as she gives the clipboard back. "All remains the same."

The doctor nods.

"Any excessive exercise you've been doing?"

Layla blushes, not wanting to seem lazy. She had always worked out, which is why she had an amazing body. But she stopped three weeks ago when the pressure in her breasts became too much.

She shakes her head. "No, I have not worked out in three weeks."

The doctor writes it down and then asks, "Have you had any sexual activity in the last two weeks since your last visit?"

Layla flushed scarlet.

Was the doctor asking to know if there was a chance of her being pregnant now, or did he have to know if there was something new in her body, such as another man's sperm?

Is he asking to know if her hormones are all over the place, such as when she's so horny as she pumps her milk while she fingers herself at the thought of him?

The doctor takes her extensive silence as her thinking of all the intimate partners she's been with.

The fact that others have seen her breasts bounce the way he's been wanting to see them makes his blood boil.

"Ms. Summers?"

Layla's face turns to the doctor as she looks down at her fidgeting fingers.

"No sexual partners, just... um, me."

The doctor resists the urge to smirk at her response. The thought of Layla playing with herself was an image he would be glad to jack off to tonight.

"When was the last time you pumped?" The doctor asks as he reaches to grab her left breast and softly squeezes it with his hand.

"Right before coming here."

The doctor is disappointed but pretends to be unfazed as he now grabs her right breast.

Layla bites her lip as she tries to contain her moans.

It felt good when she touched herself, but another's touch upon her skin just felt much more erotic.

"Interesting case, indeed," he mutters as he takes a step back.

All he wanted to do was touch and pinch one of her nipples until she began leaking milk.

"So, Ms. Summers? About the living arrangement. What is it going to be?"