Part 1 - Katie
I have no idea what was happening to me. I should start by explaining from the very beginning. My name is Katie Blackwell, and I’m from a pretty small town, population around ten thousand, which meant people were annoyingly close to each other, and rumors spread around. Fast. I’m currently twenty two, and just graduated from a local college, and still making my way in life. It was just two weeks ago when I saved up enough to start living in my apartment, and if I were being honest, it was probably one of the most exciting things that’s ever happened to me.
The issue was ongoing, and seemed to increase steadily over time. I’m blonde, with long wavy hair, and petite but with curves that accentuated my waist. I’m not the type to work out, so I’ve been pretty lucky that my physique just kind of worked out in my favor, though I wasn’t a big foodie, either.
My chest had always been a C-cup after puberty, but recently, it’s been harder and harder for me to fit in my normal bras, and just examining it in the mirror has been thinking there’s something going on. It just seems too heavy to be what I’m used to, which didn’t make any sense. Even googling it wasn’t very beneficial, though it did kind of scare me shitless - what if I had some sort of breast tumor at such a young age? My girl friends had begun noticing as well, which was extremely embarrassing, because a few of them asked if I had gotten a boob job and was hiding it from them.
The problem wasn’t just the increase in breast size - my libido had been increasing as well. I’d always been the type of girl to love getting fucked, but this was just absurd. I can feel my panties as they rub against my skin, and it makes me so horny I need to masturbate at least twice a day to get rid of the itch. It’s all I can think about, and I keep wanting to put my hand in between my pants at work. Yes, the idea of being a horny bimbo that won’t stop thinking about cock is kind of sexy, but having to deal with it on the daily is not. I need to get stuff done, and I don’t even have a boyfriend to satisfy me.
All of this led me to start looking for someone to date. I was tired of having to satisfy myself, and I knew guys would be interested in the new assets I now had. So last week, I started up my online dating apps again. It didn’t take me long to find a guy I thought was a right match, and meet up with him for a simple dinner.
It all went amazingly, to the point where I was imagining a future with this guy. We go back to his place, and I’m so ready to get laid. We watch a movie together, he puts his hands up my thigh, and we eventually go to his bed. I’m so wet it feels like I’m on fire. I lie down and he takes off my top, and the absolute look of disgust he gives me is shocking. I had no idea what was going on. I look down to see what he’s staring at, and I see two wet patches on my bra, exactly where my nipples would’ve been.
No. It couldn’t be. I was lactating? That was impossible. He absolutely freaked out. Told me I was hiding being a mother from him. That, or I was pregnant. I kept trying to assure him that I hadn’t had a penis inside of me for at least a few months, but he didn’t care. I put my clothes back on, left the house, and was completely mortified. I blocked him and deleted the apps, vowing not to see another guy again until the situation was completely solved.
From then on, every time I’ve been horny my nipples leaked fluid. I’ve even tasted it once, and it was definitely breast milk. Again, googling gave me no results. Other than things that really freaked me out. With no one to talk to about any of this, I decided the best thing to do was to call my family doctor’s office and get all of this resolved. I was worried it would take some time to finally get seen, but there was a cancellation, and I managed to get an appointment pretty quickly.
This all led to today, with me standing in the front of the office with black yoga pants and a purple tank top, knowing I would probably have to strip for the doctor to properly show him my breasts.
The receptionist is kind as always, and leads me to one of the two examination rooms. I’d been here since I was a kid, though the doctor himself was fairly new. I assumed he was in his thirties, and I’ve always found him quite attractive. He’s muscular, dark-haired with some stubble, and a pretty charming personality. I’ve assumed he was taken, mostly because how could someone that attractive not be? Though I’d never spotted a ring before.
I’m feeling a little nervous though. I don’t know if I wanted to talk to him about such personal problems. He is a professional, yes, but with all of my newfound libido might just bite me in the ass in this situation, and I don’t want him to judge me. Maybe go home to his wife and laugh about me just like my date had done. I don’t think I would ever be able to get his look of absolute disgust out of my head.
Part 2 - Oliver
I’m having a rough day. I’ve been practicing medicine for a few months now, and still don’t feel like I’m quite used to it. I can’t help but feel attached to patients, and feel like I’ve done them wrong when they come back sicker than before. The days are starting to blur together, and I wonder if I need a break, to take a vacation and let my mind ease a little before coming back to it.
My next patient is a woman named Katie, whom I’d met twice before. People her age don’t really need to see the doctor very often, so all I’ve had to do was renew her birth control. Her chart tells me there’s a gynecological matter she needs to discuss, though, and it makes me wonder what’s wrong. Maybe she’s pregnant. Or wants to switch up birth controls.
I knock on the door and step inside, already stopping in my tracks and trying to maintain my composure as I spot her. She’s just as beautiful as the last two times I’ve met her. She’s wearing tight clothing, and I try to stare at her eyes and not peek down lower, though I already feel like something's off. Her breasts… they’re larger than I remembered. Did she get a boob job? It just doesn’t seem like someone with her personality would do, but I didn’t know her very well, so maybe it was all in my head.
Besides, none of this really mattered. I’ve been trained for eight years to be professional, and I could lose my license if I did anything with a patient. She’s also a bit too young for me. We’re ten years apart from what I remember on her chart, and some gawk at such a difference. Especially since she’s so young.
Her blonde hair is tied back, and I wonder if she’s just been to the gym with her apparel. Realizing I’ve probably been too deep in thought, I smile at her and say, “how’s it going, Katie? I hadn’t expected to see you anytime soon.”
She fidgets a little, looking visibly uncomfortable. The thought of her being pregnant flashes in my mind again. I would have to inform the nurse to do a sample for me if that’s the case. It would also explain the bigger breasts. “It’s going well.” She pauses, and shakes her head, “okay, that’s a lie. I wouldn’t be here if it was actually going well.”
I grin and sit down at my station, turning around to face her. “Well, that’s what I’m here for. Tell me what’s wrong.”
She bites her lip, like she doesn’t want to say anything. “It’s so embarrassing.”
“I can assure you I’ve heard everything there is out there,” I say. “But take your time, Katie.”
She looks a little reassured and says, “my breasts have been… increasing in size lately. Maybe you’ve noticed.”
I was not expecting that, but I look down pointedly at it with her, now that I’ve been given permission. Yes, they’re definitely larger in size. Much larger. “And you haven’t done anything? Surgery wise?” I ask.
She shakes her head, “no. It just happened out of nowhere.”
“Are there any other symptoms?” I ask, already turning around so I can write her answers down on the system.
“Yes,” she says, then seems uncomfortable again, “I was on a date last week with a guy, and when we were… getting into it…”
She pauses, and I turn around to look at her. I can’t help but be incredibly curious regarding her next words. “Yes, Katie?”
“My nipples leaked. It was definitely milk,” she said.
I tried to maintain my professionalism, but she has me intrigued. “Your file says you’ve never been pregnant, is this correct?”
She nodded, “and I’m not pregnant now, either. I haven’t had sex in months.”
My dick jolts a little in my pants at that, and I have to remind myself to not think of a patient this way. I just can’t help but imagine being able to slide inside of her after her going without for long. How tight she’d be. I know I’d be fantasizing about it tonight. “Okay, before we go any further with the exam, I’m going to need you to strip. The gown is hanging on the hook there. Take your time, and I’ll knock in a few minutes,” this would require a proper breast exam, just to make sure she wasn’t forming any lumps anywhere. She nodded hesitantly in agreement, biting her bottom lip in a way that made me want her again.
I headed out the door, and shut my eyes, willing myself to calm down.
Part 3 - Katie
The doctor was so much hotter than I remembered. He was wearing a white gown, but it was so clear he worked out, but not in an obnoxious way, and he was so much taller than me. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and pull him close. He had this deep penetrating voice that gave me all the delicious goosebumps, and his concentrated face made me want him to focus solely on me.
I didn’t know how I was going to be able to do this exam. I stripped down and pulled the gown on top of me, taking my phone out to scroll just so I could stop thinking about his body on mine.
This was going to be rough. But I would have to endure it as much as possible to get to the bottom of this. I needed my breasts to stop growing! The back pain alone was getting to me… and the lactation… yes. I’d have to be good.
Part 4 - Oliver
I knock on the door a few minutes later, and her voice tells me to enter. She’s sitting on top of the bed, swinging her legs slightly as she looks up at me. “You can lie down now, I’ll try to be as quick as possible.”
“Thanks, Dr. Stevenson,” she says.
“You can call me Oliver if you want,” I say, mostly because I want to hear the sound of my name from her lips.
She nods but doesn’t say it, and leans back on the bed. “I’ll need to ask a few more questions before we get started.”
“Okay.”
“Other than the lactation and increase in breast size, is there anything different? Anything at all? It’ll help me place a proper diagnosis if I have the full story,” I say, putting on a transparent pair of gloves and scooting closer to her bed with my chair.
She paused for a long time, her eyes skirting from left to right quickly before she finally said, “I’ve… I’ve been hornier recently.”
Someone must’ve been testing me. I almost stopped the discussion and walked right out of the room. This was just too much.
“I see,” I say, amazed at how much I was able to compose myself, “and when did this all begin?”
“I think it started a few months ago, and it’s been increasing every day since,” she says. Her libido had been increasing every day for months and she hadn’t had any sex? Was she at least taking care of herself at home? Does she want my help?
I shake the thoughts out of my head and say, “I see, and you haven’t been sexually active?”
“No,” she says, and wiggles a little on the bed, like she’s not able to sit still. “Not at all.”
“Okay, I’ll start the examination now.”
Part 4 - Katie
He wasn’t being unprofessional, or asking any inappropriate questions, but I felt like my body was absolutely on fire. I wanted him to touch me terribly, but I also wanted him to stand a few feet away, just so I could calm myself down. I wondered if noticed how much I was heating up, if he could see my skin getting red and flustered.
He pulls his stethoscope out and begins to check my heartbeat. He times it on his watch, then gives me a wry smile, “it’s a little fast, Katie. Are you feeling nervous?”
Oh gods, I’m so embarrassed. I want to press my hands against my face and scream. This was almost worse than the lactation date. “Maybe, it’s all just so embarrassing.”
“I’ll vocalize everything I’m doing so you feel better, I promise,” he says. I nod. Okay, it’ll just be a few minutes. I can do this. He pulls my gown down, exposing my breasts. They’re rock hard, and have been ever since I spotted him, though he probably couldn’t tell with the loose gown on top of my body.
He doesn’t say anything, but I see him swallow. I was definitely making him uncomfortable. Poor guy, he just wanted to do this job. I’m so aroused I can feel wetness between my legs, and I’m glad that he won’t be touching it during the exam today. “I’m going to be feeling your breasts for lumps now. You’ve probably done this before for breast cancer, but it’ll be more invasive because of your present condition.” Oh great. More invasive.
He starts with my right breast, and began pushing every corner, feeling the fat layers underneath. I’m staring directly up at his face, and seeing how concentrated he is on my body. This is everything I’ve ever fantasized with him, and it almost feels like some sort of perverted fantasy. He accidentally grazes the back of his hand against my nipple, and a little noise comes out of my throat, and I hope for heaven’s sake that he didn’t hear it.
He then moves to the other breast, his hands working it, and I want him to start and stop at the same time. It’s at this moment that I feel it, the fluid leaking and flowing down my chest onto the bed. I cringe and close my eyes, not wanting to relive that horrible date. “I’m so sorry…” I start.
I open my eyes wide when I hear him chuckle, “I’m your doctor and you’re dealing with a medical condition, what is there to apologize for?”
“It’s just so weird…” I start, trying to push myself up. He pushes me back down, and the strength of his hands arouses me even further.
“No, this will help me figure everything out. It does look to be breast milk, you were correct,” he grabs a cloth and wipes it for me, and I notice the other side is leaking as well.
“Do you know what’s wrong?” I ask, eager to figure all of this out.
He takes off his gloves and says, “I’m going to have the nurse do some blood work on you. We’ll process it immediately, and I’ll let you know what I conclude. I have a diagnosis in mind, but I need to make sure.”
I nod, and watch as he stands up, though I spot something I hadn’t noticed before - his pants had a little tent, definitely bigger than before. Was the doctor just as turned on as I was during the examination?
I don’t have time to think about it too much though, because he leaves me alone and has the nurse draw my blood almost immediately.
I try to scroll on my phone and forget everything that’s happened, but I can’t stop thinking about his strong fingers on my chest, and I just want him to touch me more. His hands were so hot through the gloves, and I wanted to see just how rough his fingers were.
He came back after a few minutes, smiling at me like he knew exactly what was happening. Well, that was a relief. “It seems I was right about your diagnosis.”
“Great,” I say, “I’d like to treat it immediately.”
“It’s a hormonal imbalance, just like what you went through with puberty, but it’s gotten back, and forces your body to act in unusual ways even though you’re not pregnant,” he explains.
I sag in my seat, “I’m just glad it’s not some of the crazy things I’ve read online.”
“No, and it’s easily treatable as well,” he says.
“Great!”
“You need someone to drain your breasts. The natural way, of course.”
“The natural way?” I say, my face already starting to heat up.
“Yes, by sucking on it and releasing the milk that’s currently stored inside. It’s going to remain there until it’s done. You can ask a partner to do it for you.”
I frown, “but I already told you I don’t have a partner. And I obviously can’t do it myself.”
“I…” he says, his hand touching the back of his neck. “If you want, I can do it for you today. I’m done with all of my appointments. You’re the last one.”
I pause in shock. Did he just offer to do what I thought he did? There was no way this was actually happening. “It won’t solve your other problems, unfortunately. You’ve been getting worse and worse because you haven’t been properly releasing the tension in your body. You need to have sex. Penetrative sex, or your hormones will only increase in number.”
“So…” I gulp, my fingers twitching against the bed I’m sitting on, “masturbation doesn’t work?”
“No. Not even sex toys, unfortunately. Your body needs natural stimuli in order to regulate correctly,” he explains. He still looks so professional, and I don’t know how he’s saying all of these things with a straight face.
“I don’t have anyone to do that with,” I frown.
“I know this isn’t very professional, but I saw the way your body was reacting to the examination, and if you want, I can help you with all of this,” he says, “I’m single as well, if that’s what you’re worried about. If you don’t want to, you can leave right now, no questions asked.”
My eyes are wide open, and I stare at him, my mouth starting to hang open. Did he just offer to fuck me right here on this table? Was I having some sort of dream from being so damned horny all the time?
“I…” I pause, my throat is so dry, “I don’t know what to say.”
“I’ll take that as a no, then,” he says, though looks upset about it, “I’ll bring the nurse in to finish the appointment.”
He’s about to leave the room, but I jump off the bed and grab his wrist, pulling him back. “Actually, no. I think I want to do it.”
He turns to look at me, his expression completely changed. “I see…” He wraps his hand around the door knob and locks it. “Then it’s best you get on the table.”
I listen at once, jumping on it with my heart hammering in my chest. He pushes me back down, and pulls my gown down my body again, revealing my still erect nipples.
He doesn’t waste a single moment, like he’s been waiting for his moment forever, and wraps his mouth around my nipple, immediately sucking on it.
I moan loudly, unable to help myself. The sensation is a mixture of satiation and lust, it feels so good to feel it drain from me at last, and it’s also so fucking amazing sexually. I’ve had my nipples sucked on before, but it didn’t feel like this. Not even close. I almost want to keep this condition just to feel like this again. He sucks and swallows over and over, and I’m completely blinded with lust. I moan again and again, pushing my fingers into his hair and pulling him close. I want all of him at once, and I can’t stop my body from doing what it wants. I want him inside of me desperately.
I wonder if he’s done this before, because he feels like an expert, and he drains me completely before moving to my other chest. I feel so much better and less engorged, but they still look huge, and defintely not the C-cups they were before all of this happened to me. He plays with the one he’s drained as he sucks on the other one, and I know that’s not part of the procedure. I open my eyes to see he’s watching me, and I say, “this is so fucking hot…”
He releases my breast, and murmurs into my skin, his breath hot as he says, “I almost don’t want to do this. They’re so beautiful…”
I’m too needy for him to stop even for a second, and I push his head into my chest again, forcing his mouth to wrap around my nipple once more. He chuckles into my skin, making it vibrate as he swallows more. “This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted… I could get addicted.”
“I need… I need more.” I beg. He listens at once, and pushes my gown up to push his fingers in between my legs.
His pupils dilate as he gasps, “you’re so wet… you’ve soaked the whole bed…”
“I need it so bad, please,” I’m so desperate at this point, he could do anyting to me if he just penetrated me.
He pushed two fingers inside and began fucking me with them, his fingers arching and hitting my g-spot. He presses his lips against mine, and we begin making out, with me pushing my tongue inside of his mouth and tasting him.
I love the way he smells. It’s musky and manly and I want it all over me. His fingers are expertful, and even match the rhythm in which he’s kissing me, but it’s all not enough. It won’t be enough until he’s inside me, I know this now.
“Need… inside… please…” I don’t even know my own name anymore. I can barely form words. I feel like a creature in heat, the only thing I can think of is his cock.
I don’t even notice when he’s pushing his pants down, but I look down to see his erect cock right against my legs, the head leaking precum. I immediately want to taste him, to have the salty mixture inside of my lips.
How had I gone without sex for this long?
I must’ve been a mad woman.
My fingers could never compare to what he was about to do to me now.
Part 5 - Oliver
I’ve never met a woman this desperate for my cock before. She can’t form proper words, and she’s writhing underneath me, trying to get me to penetrate her as quickly as possible. I want to tease her, but honestly I’m a little desperate for it, too.
Her words keep coming back to me, how long it’s been since anyone’s been inside of her. I know she’s going to be tight, and with how puffy and wet she is, I know it’s going to drive me crazy.
I push the head of my cock against her entrance, and with one hard thrust, I’m all the way inside of her. The scream that erupts from her lips could probably be heard in the whole clinic. She pushes her fingers into my back and claws at me as she wraps her legs around my body, pulling me even closer to her. I pull out and thrust in again, and I feel it - she has an orgasm. Right then and there. Her pussy milks me with all it’s got, pulsing over and over around me as her whole body shakes.
It’s so hard for me not to lose my composure, but I wait for her to calm down, and thrust into her again. “You feel so fucking good… you’re so tight for me. Tightest I ever felt.” I have my mouth right next to her ear, and she shivers with what I’m saying.
“You have… the hottest voice…” she says in between moans. I grin. I’ve heard that from women before. I’ve always loved talking to them and riling them up.
I push her legs even further apart so I can get as deep as possible, and thrust as hard as I can. I almost wonder if the examination bed is going to break underneath us, but it doesn’t matter to me at the moment. “Don’t… stop…. so…. Good….” We moan at the same time, both feeling the incredible friction at once. I maintain eye contact with her, wanting to see all of her reactions as she explodes under me.
I love that it’s my body doing this to her, and I know I’d never want to share her with anyone else. It was just too good.
Her milk was delicious, and I knew her pussy juice would be delicious as well. “Are you going to cum for me again?” I ask, making sure my voice was as husky as possible. She nods eagerly, and I move my hands in between us to flick my finger against her clit.
It’s too much for her to handle, and she gasps as she loses it again, her pussy clenching over and over around my cock. It’s the tightest thing I’ve ever been inside of, and I know I can’t hold myself back anymore. I pound her with everything I’ve got, and feel my balls tighten as I lose control. I groan out her name, still trying to stare at her as I cum inside of her, my dick pulsing over and over again as I shoot my load inside.
Part 6 - Katie
Everything is so hot. The cum inside of me, the bed around me, his voice. I’m shuddering from head to toe, and when he pulls out of me, I just want more. I want to do this with him over and over again.
I’m still collapsed on the bed, but I turn to watch him take out a towel soaked in warm water, and begin cleaning himself and my pussy up. I can barely speak, but my lashes are fluttering as I watch him, my heart hammering over and over as I try to calm down.
He puts his clothes back on, and passes mine to me as he says with his face sporting the widest smile, “how did that go for you? Do you feel better now?”
I take a mental assessment of my entire body, realizing I did in fact feel much better, “I feel amazing! You were right! Is it going to be like this forever now? Am I cured?”
He frowns, “Unfortunately, no. You’ll have to come back every day until the blood results show that it’s been fixed. I don’t know how long it’ll take.”
This doesn’t phase me one bit. I was going to fuck him again anyways, and now I would have the perfect excuse to do so. “That works for me.”
He grins and says, “I’ll fit you into my daily routine, then.”
After I put my clothes back on, he walks me out of the clinic, and I’m already so excited to see him the next day. I try to not engage with the other staff members, though I find that I don’t really care what they think of our relationship. I wonder if he’ll do more with me - maybe let me suck his cock, and see if the cum would help me with the hormone imbalance as well. I’ll have to get his number, and see what he’s up for doing.
I can’t stop smiling as I head back into my car, my body feeling for the first time like it’s not on fire.
A Few Months Later
The hormone imbalance ended up being the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I had stopped taking my birth control after being so distracted by the doctor, and of course, was immediately knocked up by him.
He didn’t seem to care, though. He proposed, and I knew we were absolutely crazy for each other. We end up buying a house together, and plan the wedding out in just a few months. Everyone in our lives are happy for us, and people stop asking me if I’ve gotten a boob job, though it remained the same larger size. Even though everything is fine with my body now, we still fuck every single day, both knowing that we’ve now developed a deep lactation and breeding kink. I can’t get enough of him, and he can’t get enough of me.