The Doctor's Breastfeeding Patient

Special Care

Layla had arrived an hour ago, and the doctor had been more than welcoming. He had two of his guards bring her bags to the room she would be staying in, which was grand.

He then gave her a tour of his massive home and finally led her down a hall where it started looking less like a home and more like a facility.

"This is where we will run the trials," he says as he walks. Layla has trouble keeping up with his brisk pace.

"We will be testing some of your blood and milk samples, but don't worry, that's as painful as it might get."

Layla nods. She hadn't considered the test trials to be painful, but was relieved to hear they wouldn't be.

"This is another lab," the doctor points to a room behind a see-through glass. Inside are a treadmill and several screens. "We will monitor your function levels every day."

Layla nods.

The doctor continues to walk, and if Layla didn't know any better, she'd think he was avoiding looking at her.

Dr. Hoffman had made it his mission to make Layla feel comfortable, and he knew that if he lingered on her features for too long, she'd inevitably notice his eyes lingering on her heavy milk-filled breasts and the bulge in his pants.

Soon, the tour ends, and the doctor guides her back to the room where she will be staying.

"Anything else you might need, don't hesitate to let me know."

Layla waves her hands frantically as she declines the doctor's offer: "No, of course not. This is all too much. Thank you."

Without sparing her another glance, the doctor quickly makes his way out the door.

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When evening comes around, Layla has just finished unpacking and organizing all her personal belongings when there is a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Dr. Huffman steps inside, his gaze cast down on the floor, before he merely glances up to meet her eyes.

"Dinner is served. The doctors and I have agreed on a specific meal plan that would prove healthy and effective for the trials. You are required to finish all your daily portions."

Layla nods. "Thank you."

She follows the doctor out the door and bites her lip when she remembers she hasn't pumped.

Layla fears she will start leaking at an inappropriate time.

"Please," the doctor says as he pulls a chair out for Layla.

She blushes, flustered by his chivalry, and presses her thighs against each other to alleviate the pulsing in her pussy.

"Thank you."

Dr. Huffman takes the seat beside her at the end of the long table. 

Layla takes her time counting over the many chairs and breaks out of her thoughts when the doctor answers her silent questions.

"The doctors often work late hours at the facility. At times when we need to have important discussions, we use this as a meeting room."

"Oh," Layla nods in understanding.

She looks down at the plate of food and is happy to see most of her favorite meals. Though she prefers a good steak over chicken, she knows that white meat is usually recommended by doctors for health purposes.

Smiling, she takes a bite of the food.

"Mmm," she moans, unable to stop herself from humming in delight when she tastes the food.

Dr. Huffman clenches his fist around his fork, trying hard not to not look up. His cock was already throbbing.

Just when Layla nearly finishes her meal, she feels the doctor's gaze on her.

Looking up, she breathes out when she finds him staring at her breasts. Unable to stop the pressure aching inside her, her nipples begin to leak.

Her face turns scarlet, and she gasps, deeply embarrassed.

"Sorry," she mutters as she tries to cover herself.

The doctor says nothing as he stands up and walks out of the room.

Layla's face continues to burn with embarrassment as she looks down at the ground in disappointment.

He must be disgusted by her.

Not long after, the doctor returns, holding an all-too-familiar device in his hand.

Layla stares at the device in pure shock.

"It is my job to make sure my patient is taken care of and is in comfort at all times. It also happens that I need a sample of your milk to take to the lab. May I?"

Layla stares at the doctor dumbfoundedly, trying to process his words as he leans down to her level.

After a moment of silence, she nods.

When she doesn't move, the doctor boldly reaches to untie the string in her blouse, which is covering her chest. When he undoes it, the fabric falls to both sides, and Layla's large breasts spill forward.

Layla bites her lip when the doctor's gaze focuses on her leaking tits.

"Let me know if this hurts," he softly says in a raspy voice.

He places the device against her nipple and squeezes.

Layla's face reddens when she realizes he is not using an automatic pump but an old-fashioned one. She couldn't help but feel like a cow being milked as the doctor squeezed again.

"Ohh," she softly moans.

This pump targeted her milk so well, squeezing in just the right spot to push a heavy flow out.

The doctor's gaze shifts from her pulsating nipple to the container slowly filling up.

Layla tries hard not to make noises as the doctor continues to squeeze the pump, milking her until there is nothing left in her right breast.

The doctor's gaze shifts to her fuller left breast now, and he nearly groans when he sees the trail of milk leaking from her left nipple down to her abdomen.

"Oh!" Layla moans louder than intended when he accommodates the device on her left nipple and squeezes the pump.

It felt so relieving.

Despite doing it herself many times, there was nothing like the feeling of someone else milking her while she simply sat down and enjoyed it. She could nearly cum from this, and she was doing everything in her power to stop herself from doing so.

The doctor's eyes stay focused on his job. He doesn't let anything distract him from pumping out every last drop of milk Layla had to give.

When he is finally done, he detaches the pump and takes his time analyzing the woman's large breasts.

He finds it intriguing and noteworthy to see that her breasts have not shrunk in size. Normally, after milking, breasts typically reduce one cup size before filling up with milk again.

Besides her hardened, sore nipples, there was nothing different about her breasts.

Layla blushes once she comes down from her blissful pleasure and shyly looks down as the doctor examines her breasts.

"I will take this to the lab. We will need to do this every day to have a new sample of your progress daily."

When Layla doesn't disagree, the doctor nods in satisfaction and excuses himself for the night.

Layla smiles, biting her lip at the thought of the doctor milking her every day.