Medical Milkmaid (Lactation fantasy, milky breasts, lactation stories, medical bdsm, medical play, medical erotica)

by Michelle Fox

  Medical Milkmaid 1

  (Lactation fantasy, milky breasts, lactation stories, medical bdsm, medical play, medical erotica)

  Ginger Pearl

  Copyright 2012. All Rights Reserved.

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  Blurb

  Jenna Edwards won’t graduate from college unless she can come up with a final tuition payment. To raise money, she agrees to participate in a medical study on breast milk production. To her shock (and pleasure) the study involves shots of hormones to induce lactation, milking of her engorged breasts, and lots of orgasms...all administered by the handsome Dr. Micheals.

  Disclaimer

  This is a work of fiction intended for adults age 18 and over. Minors should stop here and close the book.

  All events depicted are fictional. Any resemblance to places and persons, living or dead, is unintentional coincidence.

  While the author has tried to accurately portray the BDSM lifestyle, please note this story is a fantastical imagining of BDSM. Reality may differ. Don’t try this at home!

  Medical Milkmaid

  Jenna fidgeted with the pen, staring at the signature line on the contract in front of her. The money was good, there was no question about that, but a medical study? Involving hormones? Did she really want to do it?

  Could she really afford not to?

  She sighed and cursed the crappy economy. A college senior, she had just one semester until graduation, but she was short three grand for tuition. And no money, meant no degree so she had to do something.

  “Miss Edwards? Is everything okay?” asked Dr. Walker from across his desk. He was old enough to be her grandfather with a white beard and wire-rim glasses. He’d been so patient with her, explaining every last detail. The study was designed to help women who had problems breastfeeding and to study the medical uses of breast milk. Hormones would be administered to make her lactate. There would be other treatments in addition to the hormone to encourage breast milk production, but he hadn’t said much about them other than to assure her they were done only when necessary.

  “You know, we don’t offer these contracts to every applicant,” the doctor said with a pointed look.

  Jenna swallowed nervously. She had seen the other girls in the waiting room and it would be very easy for the doctor to choose someone else. Quickly, she scrawled her name on the signature line before Dr. Walker decided she was too much bother.

  He took the contract with a smile. “Excellent. Now before we start the hormones, I need to examine your breasts to be sure you’re as good a candidate as you appear. Remove your blouse and bra, please.”

  When she hesitated, he gave her a sharp look. “This is part of your contract Miss Edwards. I expect full compliance or else you won’t get paid.”

  She nodded, her heart thudding in her chest. She stood and shrugged off her jacket and then unbuttoned her blouse with shaking fingers. Wanting to look her best, she’d worn her nicest interview suit. Now all that mattered was her body hidden underneath.

  Dr. Walker watched her undress without comment, his gaze heavy on her breasts. Ashamed of her nudity, she moved to cover them with her hands, but he stopped her, saying, “I’m a medical professional. There’s no need to be shy.” Producing a tape measure, he motioned for her to put her hands up. “Let’s see what we’re starting with, shall we?”

  He wrapped the tape measure around her chest, lining the cool fabric up with her nipples, which instantly hardened. Jenna’s cheeks burned, embarrassed at her body’s reaction.

  Dr. Walker chuckled. “I’m always amazed at how mortified you young girls are at your body’s perfectly normal responses.” To Jenna’s shock, he cupped a breast in one hand and ran a thumb across her sensitive nipple.

  Even as she gasped in disapproval, her body betrayed her with a stiffening nipple. His hand felt good, she couldn’t deny that, but the pleasure made her intensely uncomfortable. He may be a medical professional but I’m not, she thought.

  He continued to touch her lightly, hefting the weight of her other breast in his free hand. Caressing both nipples until she could feel a wetness gather between her legs, he said, “Your breasts were made to be touched and used, Miss Edwards. You’ll finally appreciate them by the time this study is done.”

  Jenna just nodded, a mix of embarrassment and arousal leaving her without words.

  Releasing her, he stepped back behind his desk. “Let me just note your measurements in your file. You’ll want to get some larger bras eventually. You can expect to increase by one to two cup sizes.”

  “But I’m already a double d,” Jenna said trying to imagine what it would be like to have even heavier, more ponderous breasts. She already had a hard time with fitted clothing, even with a minimizing bra.

  “I expect you’ll find the trade off in male attention to be acceptable.” The doctor looked at her over his glasses with a knowing expression. “Now, if you’ll just remove the rest of your clothing, we can get started with the treatment.”

  When she didn’t move, he sighed. “Milk production requires a lot of skin-to-skin contact. Of course, you haven’t had a baby, but we can approximate it with nudity and other sources of stimulation.” When she still didn’t move, he said, “The contract you signed allows me to forcibly remove your clothing myself if necessary.”

  Reluctantly Jenna peeled off her skirt and underwear. Completely naked, she stood in front of his desk, goose bumps of humiliation pricking her skin.

  The doctor came out from behind his desk and ran a gentle hand across her stomach. “I would guess you watch your figure carefully.”

  “I work out a lot,” she said.

  “One of the positive side effects of the treatment is you’ll be able to eat more without gaining weight.”

  “I will?” Jenna didn’t struggle with her figure like some girls, but she couldn’t enjoy as much ice cream as she wanted either. The idea of being able to eat more treats without having it show up on the scale was intriguing.

  “It burns calories to make breast milk and we’ll be sure to keep production up during the course of the study.” He handed her a plastic bag and a paper gown. “Put your things in here and we’ll get you started in the treatment room.”

  ***

  Jenna followed the doctor down a hallway, trying to hide her nudity behind the bag containing her clothes. Apparently, walking around naked was part of Dr. Walker’s study and she tried not to let it bother her. It was in the name of science after all, but a small part of her wondered why he hadn’t offered her at least a paper gown. Luckily, no one else was in the hall way and it didn’t take long to reach their destination.

  The treatment room was all white and cold enough to make Jenna shiver. Trying to stay warm, she shifted from foot to foot, arms wrapped around her slim frame.

  Dr. Walker busied himself with a tray of gleaming medical instruments. Jenna craned her head to see and spotted a speculum as well as several syringes and long needles.

  The doctor waved her
away.“Sit on the exam table please.”

  She did as he requested and gasped when he came to press an ice-cold stethoscope against her chest. After listening to her heart, he gave her a thorough check-up, peering into her ears and nose and testing her reflexes.

  “Lay back please and put your feet in the stir-ups.”

  Jenna complied but kept her knees tightly pressed together. He gave her a disapproving look and put a hand to her knees, prying them open. “Spread your legs, my dear. I need to examine your vagina.” He probed her nether lips, stroking his fingers up and down her suddenly slick core, flicking her clit with an expert touch.

  Breathless, Jenna asked, “Doctor, please tell me why is this necessary? I thought the study was about breasts?”

  “Orgasms mimic the hormone cascade of child birth. It’s not on the same scale, of course, but, short of having a baby, it’s all we have. That’s why until your milk comes in you will be masturbated regularly by my staff.”

  “Masturbated?” She looked at him, horrified. “Can’t I just, you know, do that myself?”

  He shook his head and continued to play with her clit, making her hips squirm. “We need to document the number of orgasms it takes to stimulate milk production. Besides, you’re responding well enough so far that I think you’ll quite enjoy that aspect of the study.” He reached for the speculum and shoved it into her wet entrance without warning. When Jenna involuntarily tried to scoot back away at the invasion, he held her down by the thigh. “Stay still. I just need to swab your cervix. We test everyone for sexually transmitted diseases.”

  The speculum clicked as it moved inside her, opening her wide for his inspection. Dr. Walker then pulled up a small stool and positioned it between her legs. Taking a long stick with a bit of cotton swabbing on the end, he slid it inside her, rubbing it along the walls of her core. He ran a second swab lightly over her pussy lips, tickling her clit until she began to squirm again.

  “I need you to be still, Miss Edwards.” He seemed irritated with her and pushed down on her pubic mound with one hand, holding her forcibly in place.

  “S-s-sorry doctor,” Jenna said, her voice soft.

  Mortification burned through her. She couldn’t believe her behavior! She’d never had a sexual response to a gynecological exam before and here she was responding like Dr. Walker was her boyfriend. She didn’t understand it at all. Hopefully the doctor wouldn’t hold it against her.

  Dr. Walker removed the speculum without comment and placed the swabs in plastic tubes, labeling them with her name. Returning to the exam table, he focused his attention on her breasts, once again caressing them into hard tips. “You’re nipples are slightly inverted and will require extra attention.”

  “What does that involve?” she asked. Frustrated pleasure throbbed in her core and she wished his fingers were back on her pussy.

  “Lots of stimulation. Sucking. Clamping. Smacking. That kind of thing.” He made some notes in her chart. “We’ll start the nipple therapy once you’ve had your first dose of hormones.”

  “What do you mean clamping and smacking?” Sucking she understood at least, but the rest of it sounded needlessly painful.

  “It’s not too bad. Most of the girls end up enjoying it.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  He raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a stern expression.“You’ll likely not fulfill the terms of your contract and receive no payment.”

  Jenna closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She had to have that money and, apparently, she would have to survive a certain amount of torture to get it.

  He patted her on the thigh. “Try not to worry. You’re not our first study participant. We know what we’re doing. Just relax and enjoy all the orgasms. We’ll be doing all the work.”

  “That’s easy for you to say, doctor,” she huffed.

  He just laughed as he filled some syringes with a clear liquid. “You’ll be singing a different tune tomorrow, my dear. Now put your hands behind your head.” Dr. Walker swabbed her nipples with alcohol pads--their cold touch stinging her skin. “This may hurt, but you must lie absolutely still. It’ll be over before you know it.”

  Jenna tried to take a deep breath, but couldn’t. She was too scared. The needles looked awfully long and it became clear he was going to be sticking it into her breasts.

  The needles pierced her skin, filling her breasts with stabbing pain. Jenna inhaled sharply through her nose and hissed out through her mouth, desperate to remain still as instructed. The doctor injected four sites on each breast in the areola around her nipple. Jenna thought they were done and had just gone limp with relief, when he returned with yet another needle and a device she had never seen before. It was some kind of plastic cone with a long plastic hose attached.

  “The last injection goes into the nipple directly, but your inverted nipples will require some assistance in becoming prominent enough for the treatment. This,” he brandished the cone and its plastic tubing, “ is a modified breast pump. Women who’ve had children use it to milk their breasts, I’m going to use it to pull your nipple fully erect.” He set the plastic cone over her breast and flipped a switch.

  Jenna’s eyes went wide at the sensation. The pull was not a gentle one, like she imagined a baby would suckle. No, it was a hard, industrious tug that cared nothing about the sensation it evoked in her flesh. It’s only mission was to pump her breast and yank on her nipple.

  Dr. Walker turned up the suction and the machine ‘sucked’ at her breasts greedily, pumping her nipples in triple time. To Jenna’s surprise, the sensation wasn’t confined just to her breasts, a hot pleasure had begun to seep between her legs. She realized she was turned on by all the stimulation of her breasts. If the doctor were to touch her, she would come like a slut right there on the spot.

  As if reading her mind, the doctor went to stand between her legs which were still in the stir-ups. With a deft hand he massaged her clit, smiling in approval when her hips began to circle. “Many women find breast feeding to be arousing, although it’s not something they admit often. I’ve had some patients orgasm just from nursing their babies. I call it nature’s incentive to feed your child and I would not be surprised if you were one of those women, Jenna. Your response is exceptionally heightened compared to other subjects.”

  Jenna merely nodded, not knowing what to say and being close enough to coming that coherent speech was beyond her anyway. Just as she was about to orgasm, the doctor withdrew his hand. Jenna looked at him with wide eyes and whimpered.

  “No need to worry, your every need will be properly attended to by my staff. I can’t dally with every girl I hire, I have a job to do and six other women in the waiting room to process.” He drew up more solution into a needle and removed the pump from her breasts, which still throbbed with its mechanical rhythm even though it had been turned off. Pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he stabbed the needle right into its center.

  Jenna yelped and her breathing quickened. The pain melded into the pleasure that still strummed in her body from Dr. Walker’s ministrations of her pussy. She didn’t quite know what to think. Naturally, she didn’t want the needle, but the sensation somehow made the pleasure sharper too.

  “Now the other breast and you’ll be shown your quarters for the duration of the study.” He administered the second injection and helped Jenna off the table. Her breasts hit gravity like bricks, feeling swollen and heavier than ever. Her nipples were so sensitive just the movement of air across her skin made her pussy spasm.

  The door to the exam room opened and a tall, dark man entered the room. He wore a white doctor’s coat with jeans with a polo shirt underneath. The shirt strained to cover the bulging muscles in his torso. Jenna found him quite handsome, although in the state she was in, fucking old Doctor Walker seemed like a grand idea as well. She would have never guessed that participating in a medical study would make her so horny.

  “This is Dr. Micheals. Doctor, this is Jenna Edwards o
ur latest subject.”

  Dr. Micheals nodded at her, his blue eyes focusing on her aching breasts. “Nice to meet you. I’ll be taking care of you until the dayshift clocks in.”

  Jenna returned his nod and tried to act like she wasn’t naked.

  “If you’ll come with me, we’ll get you settled in.” Dr. Micheals took her folder and briefly looked it over. “Ah, I see we need to correct some inverted nipples.”

  “I think you’ll find her quite responsive,” said Dr. Walker jovially. “Won’t he, Miss Edwards?”

  Mortified, Jenna stared at her feet and whispered a faint, “Yes, doctor.”

  ***

  Dr. Micheals led her down a hallway that contained a series of doors evenly spaced apart. Pulling a key ring from his pocket, he opened one of the doors to reveal a small, spartan room. A bed was shoved against the wall and there was a toilet and sink. “This is where you’ll stay until the study is done.”

  He motioned her forward and she stepped into the room, feeling like she was going to prison.

  “Have a seat.” He pointed to a little black box sitting on the small table next to her bed. “That’s your breast pump. You’ll be using that every four hours.”

  She picked up the box and unzipped the soft casing to reveal the control panel. “Is this it?” She looked at it, trying to figure out how it worked.

  “No, you’ll need tubing and breast shields. When your milk comes in, there will be collection containers.”

  “What do you do with the milk?”

  “Track your production. Analyze the milk composition.” He handed her a mess of plastic tubing and plastic cones like the one Dr. Micheals had used on her breasts. “We’re also studying how the antibodies and stem cells in milk aid healing. There’s a small group of critically ill patients that use the milk as part of their therapy.”

  She laughed to herself and shook her head. “And it all relies on an orgasm.”

  He chuckled. “Yes it does. Speaking of which, lie down and we’ll start working on those inverted nipples.”