by Nikita Storm
At first they began to swell and then become tender. No big deal, right? Then one morning I awoke to liquid all over the bed. I haven't wet the bed since grade school. That was when I realized that the liquid was coming from my chest. I tasted it. Breast milk. Fuck.
That's when I confronted my best friend about the pill. She just shrugged and told me that all the girls were taking it - some kind of new street drug or something. She didn't know what it was and hadn't yet tried it. She did have the name of it, at least.
Armed with this information and scared out of my fucking mind, I made an appointment with my local doc and here I am in the waiting room. Like I said: I'm scared. I don't know what's coming over me. My breasts have stopped growing - thank God - but they're constantly leaking. Not only that, but I find myself constantly sizing guys up - not on their looks, but on how good of a provider they can be to my baby.
The baby. Oh God, the more I think about it, the more I know that I MUST have one. There is no maybe about this. I've never wanted a kid before - they're too much work. But lately it's all I can think about.
It's fucking insane.
"Cathy Stiles?" A woman called out and looked around.
"That's me," I smiled, trying to bury the butterflies in my tummy.
"If you'll follow me," she said and held the door open for me.
I grabbed my purse and followed her. She put me through the usual paces and then sat me down in a sterile white room full of drawings of the woman's body. There was a vagina here, a breast there and baby suckling on a breast on that wall.
I wish I hadn't seen that as a tear welled up in my eye and I began involuntarily crying. Hell, I really didn't know why I was crying. But I soon began bawling. All I could think about is that woman had a baby and I didn't. I actually contemplated cutting out the baby from the poster and taking that home with me. Yeah, I was in bad shape.
"Oh, hello," the doctor waltzed in and looked down at my paper, "Cathy. What seems to be the problem?"
It took me several minutes before I could stop crying and even look at him, let alone answer his question.
"Well, I--" I stopped dead in mid-sentence as my eyes feasted upon the future father of my baby. I don't know who the hell he was, but I had to have him. My pussy contracted involuntarily as I envisioned him knocking me up.
He waved his hand in front of my eyes, bringing me back to focus. "You what? You seem deep in thought."
"It's hard to explain, doc." I said, glancing back at the nursing baby before turning my attention to this very handsome, older man who just so happened to have a nice job and could probably afford--
"Earth to Cathy!" His deep voice boomed in the small room, snapping me out of it.
"Yes? Oh. See, doc, I took this pill and..." I looked away shyly.
"And you don't know the effects?"
He shook his head in disappointment and my heart fell. I needed his approval. I needed his baby.
"Yeah, I thought it was a Tylenol or something," I admitted.
"Did you bring it with you?"
"No, but I have a name. It was my friend's and she didn't know what it was." I felt foolish even discussing this with this strange, attractive silver-haired man. There was probably nothing he could do for me. My life was so fucked.
"What is it?"
I told him the name and his eyebrows shot up. He certainly recognized it. Maybe he could help me.
"What are your symptoms?" He asked.
"Well," I pointed to my large, leaky breasts, "these have become enormous and started leaking milk."
"Anything else?" He prodded.
I thought about that for a moment. "Oh and all I can think about is having a fucking baby."
He placed his fist under his chin. "You didn't have these thoughts before taking this pill?"
I shook my head. "I've never given it a second thought. Oh, and I also seem to be hormonal and extremely, hyper, I've-got-to-fuck-anything-that-moves horny lately." I began to cry. "I don't know what's wrong with me, doc, but I can't go on like this."
He came over and wrapped his big, powerful arms around me and I immediately stopped crying. I felt so safe and relaxed in his arms that I never wanted to leave. I could smell his Old Spice aftershave which reminded me of my grandfather. For the first time since this whole episode began, I felt whole again.
"I'm afraid that this whole thing is worse than you think," he said, once I got myself under control.
My face fell as the weight of his words crashed down on me. "Really, doc?"
He nodded. "Because of the drug, your body has gone into a super-hormonal state. Not only have your breasts grown and started lactating, but you're also fertile. The pill has - for lack of a better term - put you into mommy mode."
I looked up at him hopefully, tears at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks. "Is that why all I can think about is getting pregnant?"
He nodded.
I paused for a moment, wondering if I wanted to hear the answer. "Is there anything you can do about it?"
"Well," he said, clasping his hands together as a slight smile crept across his face, "that depends."
"On what?" I asked. "Doc, I'll do anything to get rid of this! Anything!"
He sat down next to me on the exam table. "This condition has only one cure."
"I have to get pregnant, don't I?" My eyes began to water. I knew it.
He nodded. "But there's a catch," he added. "Let me ask you, have you come across any men since the pill that you believe should be the father of your child?"
His green eyes bored into me and I had to look away out of shame and embarrassment. He surely couldn't know, could he? No, he was just trying to help me find someone. I involuntarily looked at the suckling baby picture and a sharp pain hit me in the ovaries. I had to tell him.
I nodded.
"Good." He smiled. "Who?"
It took all the courage I had to say it. "You, doc. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one."
He looked shocked. "Me? Why would you think I'd be a good provider?" The whole time he had a smile on his face and his eyes were lit up.
"You're a doctor," I said, trying to reason.
"There are many other successful men out there who would be good pro --"
I decided that if I was going to get anywhere, I was going to have to call out the big guns. While he was blabbering on, I slyly stuck my hand down my panties and brought out a gobfull of fertile woman scent and brought it to his nose.
It worked! The second my fecund scent wafted into his nostrils, he stopped his bullshit talking.
His eyes went wide. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"More than serious, doc," I spread my scent around his nostrils, "I'm desperate."
"I'm married, Cathy..." he said wistfully.
"That's okay," I whispered, leaning closer to him. "I'm not looking for someone to marry me. I just want to get knocked up and have enough support for the baby."
"That's it?" He seemed surprised.
I nodded and kissed him full on the lips. He didn't resist or pull away. I felt my pussy tingle and wetness creep into my panties as I again smelled his aftershave and felt his protective presence.
After not resisting, but not reciprocating, I pulled away and he stood up. I didn't know what he was going to do and I was scared that he would reject me. That would've completely devastated me.
"Listen, Cathy," he said, popping his pen back into his pocket and picking up my chart. "I have one last patient that I need to see. Let me think about this and I'll be back in when I'm through with her."
Her? Her? Oh my God, now I was picturing another woman in the next room over doing what I did and making advances on him. Maybe she'd taken that drug, too. "Please hurry, Doc."
"I will." He smiled. "I'm going to turn out the light. Why don't you lie down for a bit. You'll feel better."
I nodded and watched him walk out, flipping the light off as he did. Other than the green eme
rgency EXIT light, it was completely dark and I was alone with my thoughts. A moment of staring into the darkness and I decided to take him up on his offer and lie down.
My mind kept returning to his aftershave and his silver hair and the roughness of his voice. Before the pill, I had never given older men a chance. Now that I needed a baby and provider, they were all I could think about.
I felt my wetness with my finger and decided to do a little exploring as I daydreamed. I closed my eyes and reenacted the scene, feeling his lips on mine. Sparks flew through my body in the darkness as my finger found my sensitive clit. I moaned and spread my legs wider for easier access.
His lips were so masculine. His breath was hot and his body felt good against mine. I wondered what his cock looked like. I bet it was large and thick. I shuddered through an orgasm as I imagined what he would do with it. I wanted to touch it, feel it. What would it feel like to see a man's cock for the first time? Pics were one thing, a real man standing before me naked was something completely different.
Wetness seeped from between my pussy lips and slid down my thighs onto the exam table. That was probably why they had those paper sheet coverings. I imagined him walking back into the room, not saying a word and pulling down his pants and shoving his hard dick into my mouth. Once I was finished sucking him, he'd kneel in front of me and lick me out good.
I moaned and bucked my hips as I pictured his mouth caressing my nubbin. I thought I could even feel his hot breath on my clit as he began licking it. Then, he'd roughly pull aside my panties and stick his hard, throbbing cock deep inside me, breaking my virginity and giving me the one thing I desired above all else: a baby.
I rubbed my swollen breasts and lifted up my shirt allowing them to be free. Instantly, milk started leaking from my full, engorged nipples. I brought a taste up to my mouth as I pictured drinking his older man cum. I had to clamp my legs together as another orgasm short through me. I looked at the door for several long moments as I was pretty sure that I gave off a small scream.
Exhausted from my over-loaded emotions, I closed my eyes and within moments felt myself drift into a blissful, naked sleep.
***
I awoke suddenly to a sliver of light spilling through a crack in the door. Figuring that if it was the doctor, he'd have turned on the light, I laid as still as I could and watched the shadow of a person - a woman from the looks of it - slip in through the door.
Once the door was shut, all my senses went on high alert. From the green glow I could see the clear outline of a female form. Whoever this was, she was not a nurse.
"Are you awake, Cathy?" I felt the figure gently shake my shoulder.
"Who are you and how do you know my name?" I spat.
"Shh..." she put a finger to her lips. "I'm Dr. Brown's wife, Jessica. I just want to talk, okay?"
His wife? How long had I been asleep? He didn't call his wife and tell her that he wanted to knock up another woman, did he? "Okay," I said in a submissive voice. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to make out more details of her. "But how did you know my name? Did Doc Brown call you?"
She leaned close enough that I could make out her face. She looked to be fortyish, good-looking enough to be considered a MILF by most guys. She had on a lot of make-up, but she wore it well.
"I've bugged my husband's exam rooms."
"You don't trust your husband?" I asked, my eyes wide with shock.
"No, it's not that I don't trust him; it's that I don't trust tramps like you." She cackled.
Tramps? Did she just call me a tramp? As much as I wanted to punch her in the face, I held my anger in check. "I understand."
"Do you?"
I thought about that for a moment and decided on a different tack. "You have to understand my situation, Mrs. Brown --"
"Please, call me Jessica. And I do understand your position. You want my husband to knock you up and give you a baby. Isn't that right?"
I nodded, a tear spilling down my cheek. That was when she did something that shocked the hell out of me.
"You poor dear," she said, wrapping her arms around me. "You must really be in a bad fix."
I looked up at her hopefully as she wiped my tears away. I said nothing as there was nothing I could say. I couldn't read her. Was she angry or understanding? Nothing made sense.
"Tell me," she said as she rubbed my neck. "Do you find my husband attractive?"
I wondered where she was going with this, but at this point I felt that lying wouldn't serve me. "Yes, I think he's very handsome. I especially like his cologne. It reminds me of grandpa." I smiled at his memory.
"Yes, I agree. He's pretty hot. He's also an excellent lover."
Was I really sharing the doctor's bedroom secrets with his wife? Suddenly my pussy started tingling again.
"Tell me what you plan on doing with him," she said as she sat on a chair and lifted up her dress.
I watched her fingers find her clit and couldn't believe this was happening. "I...I don't really know."
"Oh come on," she said as her finger moved in small little circles around her nubbin. "Surely you have some idea of what you're going to do to him." Her eyes went wide. "Unless you're a virgin."
My face burned and I looked away, hoping she couldn't see my embarrassment.
"You are, aren't you?"
I could hear her finger move faster and faster as her soaked pussy made sloshing sounds. "Don't be ashamed, Cathy, we were all virgins once. But once my husband gets back, he's going to deflower you."
"You...you want him to fuck me?" I asked incredulously. Was any of this real? Perhaps I was still dreaming. Surely, she didn't want her husband to fuck me. Right?
"Sure. Why not?" A sly smile spread across her face. "Would you mind disrobing for me? I want my husband to see you completely naked when he comes in."
I slowly stood, dazed and confused.
"That's a good girl," she said, spreading her legs farther apart.
I began to disrobe and was very conscious of my leaky breasts. They'd already made a big mess all over the exam table, but now they were squirting milk unbidden.
"You have really nice breasts, Cathy, you know that?" She reached out to caress them and I brought them over to her. I felt like I was being inspected. "Be a dear and hand me my purse, would you?"
I did as she asked and she quickly grabbed her cell-phone and tapped it a few times. "There. He's been summoned to our room. Remember, he's my husband, but you can have his baby. And a one-time payment of ten-thousand. Is this agreed?"
Ten thousand dollars? Holy shit that was a lot of money. Then I thought of my friends who had babies and all the diapers and whatnot they went through. Ten grand wasn't going to last.
"Make it twenty." I trembled, hoping that I wasn't overstepping my bounds. But I knew my baby deserved better.
She sighed heavily and her eyes narrowed. "I will give you five grand for you to do what you wish and the rest will be given to an accountant who will manage it for your baby. Is that enough?"
I nodded. "Agreed."
"But you must promise never to see my husband again. The father's name will be provided to you at a later date."
"Sure." I couldn't believe this was happening. How on earth?
A moment later the door opened and Doctor Brown walked in and flipped on the light. "Wow!" He said looking at my naked body. "I guess you've already met my wife, Jessica."
"Indeed she has." Jessica made no move to cover herself and I watched the doctor's eyes feast upon his wife's shaved pussy.
"So, what's the score?"
"You're going to take this nice lady's virginity and give her the baby she needs," she explained coolly while looking into her husband's eyes, the whole time circling her clit with her finger. I found the whole situation fascinating, if not a bit nerve-wracking.
"Is that what you two have decided?" He looked at me with his piercing green eyes.
I nodded.
"The details have all been worked out.
I give you full permission to mate with this nineteen-year-old virgin and knock up her fertile womb. But you are forbidden to ever see her again."
"I guess it's settled then," he shrugged his shoulders.
"Honey, lock the door and take off your clothes." Jessica instructed her husband who obeyed. The power dynamic was very interesting to say the least.
I watched in fascination as the doctor did as his wife asked. When he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, I began to shiver in anticipation.
"Look, honey, she's cold. Why don't you turn up the heat. These rooms are always so cold and sterile." Jessica again instructed her husband. Then she turned to me. "He's got a nice body, doesn't he?"
I nodded.
"I bet you want to run your hands all over his chest, don't you? Your pussy is getting wetter, I can tell."
I nodded. This woman was good.
The heat kicked on and the doctor came back into the room. "Dear, why don't you let our virgin feel your manly chest. We were talking earlier about how good you were in the bedroom. How much of a sexy stud you were. She said she was really looking forward to having you spurt your potent man cum into her unprotected womb. Weren't we, honey?" She turned to me.
I nodded, even though that wasn't exactly what we talked about. You could see his face light up and his naked chest pop out. His wife was stroking his ego, but his body was fine. He hadn't yet taken off his pants, but I was drooling just looking at his strong chest.
"Here," Jessica stood and took my hand, guiding it to her husband's chest. I got a look at her wedding ring and the whole awkward situation slammed into me. I was going to fuck a married man - in front of, and with the permission of his wife.
She placed my hand on his chest and instructed me to rub up and down with both hands. "She's a virgin, dear. She's never been with a guy before. Isn't that your greatest fantasy? To knock up a virgin? Well, here we are."
The doctor only grunted as I ran my hands up and down his muscular chest. His wife grabbed his hands and placed them on my leaky breasts. He needed no further prodding than that.
