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Doctor, Daddy, Dom 05 (my 100th blog!)
4/30/2007 12:01 am Last Read: |
Not only is this my 100th BLOG!! But it is also 10 days shy of my 1-year anniversary of posting stories on Alt! I hope you all enjoy this chapter... and if you do, let me know! Ta-tas for now ~A ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I left the appointment I drove straight to the pharmacy to fill the prescriptions. The pharmacist looked at my chest when I handed the two pieces of paper to him. I cant see why a girl like you needs these, but if thats what the doctor feels is breast . I mean best. I waited half an hour, nervously, humiliated, wondering what these medications were for and what theyd be doing to my body. Judging by the comment the pharmacist made, the medications were somehow related to my breast size but I really had no idea what the medications would soon do. I took the medicine home and took my first dose. I didnt feel any different so I put it out of my mind. Three days later when I got out of the shower I happened to glance at myself in the bathroom mirror. My boobs were huge! The effects of the medication were monumental but in reality I still did not know the full power they possessed. And then it happened. I was at school one day, hanging out in the hallway laughing with my friends when one of them pointed out that my shirt was soaked. Two silver dollar-sized spots had formed on my shirt right where my breasts were. Must have spilled on myself at lunch I laughed it off. I ran off to the bathroom to check out what had happened. As soon as I was in a bathroom stall I ripped off my shirt and pulled down my bra. I lifted my breast and to my astonishment, my nipple was dripping. But what was it and why was it happening? I wore my jacket the rest of the day to hide my wet shirt. When I got home I immediately called Doctor Mason to ask him what was going on. You said you wanted to breast feed me, didnt you? Is that not a fantasy of yours? Well now youre properly equipped. Youve begun the process of lactation. He explained, and then hung up. Lactation? What the hell was that? I knew that the lady who was at my appointment last weekend was a lactation specialist but I still didnt really understand. All I knew was that it was not normal for 18 year olds to have wet tits. I Googled lactation and found out that lactation was when my breasts were producing milk, that they were currently producing colostrum, and the lactation specialist was a person whose job it was to teach women how to breast feed their new baby. I went to the kitchen and found myself a glass. I immediately brought it to my room and locked the door. I took off my shirt and bra. I held my breast to the glass and squeezed my nipple. A few small beads of liquid dripped into the cup. Thats it? How would I feed a baby with that? I thought aloud to myself. I tasted the liquid. It was amazing. So sweet. I decided to start doubling up on my medication. The number of pills that were supposed to last me until my next appointment with Dr. Mason was gone in a matter of days. I was going to have my first at-home meeting with Nurse Shanna tomorrow so I would tell her then that I needed another prescription. When I woke in the morning I knew I had made a big mistake. My tits had nearly doubled in size and they ached so badly. I showered and prepared for Nurse Shannas arrival. I decided to wear a sweatshirt that zipped in the front, a lacy black bra, silky black thong, and a pair of jean shorts. As the minutes ticked away on the clock, I grew more nervous. My hands started shaking. Just when I thought I couldnt bear one more minute of waiting, the doorbell rang. I welcomed Nurse Shanna in and showed her to my bedroom. She was carrying a big black case. In my bedroom she told me to lie back on the bed with my back propped against the headboard. She straddled my lap and unzipped my sweatshirt. I started shaking and sweating even more than I was before. I had never been in this intimate of a situation with a woman before. She removed my sweatshirt. That bra is incredibly sexy, but highly unnecessary. She said, removing it. My heavy breasts hung before her. Very nice, looks like the treatment has been going well. You took it upon yourself to hurry up the procedure, I presume? She lifted my breast to her mouth and sucked my nipple loudly. My nipple hardened instantly. Even though it hurt to have her suck so hard on my tit, the release of the pressure felt amazing. I could feel my pussy get wet while Nurse Shanna fed from my breast. With her free hand, she reached down and unzipped my shorts. Her hand slid down into my panties and she rubbed against my peach fuzz-covered pussy. So horny, so soon? She remarked. She bit into my nipple. I let out a loud moan and bucked my hips wildly. Her finger found its way between my pussy lips and she massaged my clit. The nurse switched to the other breast and sucked harshly at that nipple, her teeth digging in as she sucked. Soon I felt as if I was going to explode with cum. When both breasts were empty Nurse Shanna got off the bed and picked up her black case. She ordered me to lie all the way down. When she returned to the bed she brought a tape measure. She wrapped the tape measure around my tits, binding them tightly. Next she hauled the black case over to the bed and plopped it down beside me. Attached to the machine in the case were three with little cups on the ends of them. Nurse Shanna pulled my shorts down to my knees and spread my legs. She forced the cup into my cunt. The other two cups were attached to my nipples before the machine was turned on. The pump sucked rhythmically on my nipples and created a vacuum suction in my cunt which resulted in an almost instantaneous orgasm. Now I need to conduct an OCC test. OCC stands for Oral Cavity Capacity. Nurse Shanna explained before hiking up her short white skirt, climbing onto the bed and straddling my face. Her pussy was mere centimeters from my mouth. I could smell her juices. Lick me, eat me, pleasure me. She demanded. I sloppily fumbled around her clit with my tongue. I probed her cunt, licking it out. It didnt take more than 10 minutes before her cum was oozing into my mouth. Dont swallow a drop. She barked. Even after the orgasm had ended, I continued to lick her. I cleaned every drop of her juices I could find. She eventually stood and grabbed a glass. She lifted my head and told me to spit the cum into the cup. She measured how much cum my mouth was able to hold and wrote her findings in a file. She opened the black case again and removed the containers which had collected my milk and cum. She mixed the liquid from the container together with her cum in the glass. She handed the glass to me and forced me to gulp its contents down. The liquid was sweet from my milk and salty from the cum, it was warm, it was amazing. Nurse Shanna removed the tubes from my nipples and cunt. She asked me to stand and follow her to the wall. She carried three chains, a rope and a handful of magnets. She told me that the next examination was height and weight. That sounded relatively simple and harmless. She pushed me up against the back of my bedroom door. She held my hands above my head and restrained them with one of the chains. The next chain was looped around the base of my tit and the clamp on the end of the chain was fastened to my nipple, the remaining chain did the same to my other breast. The two chains around my tits were tied together with the rope and the rope was then tied to the hook on my door that usually held my bathrobe. I was then forced to kneel. My tits heaved up into the air. Theres the height and now for the weight . or should I say weights? She said, smiling. As she said this she held two magnets to each of the clamps that were on my nipples. I moaned from the pain of having my tits pulled in opposite directions. Oh stuff a cock in it Nurse Shanna said, and with that she filled my mouth with a large dildo. A few minutes later she pulled my breasts farther up by the rope and then added more weight to the nipple clamps. Should Miss Shanna keep going? She asked rhetorically, jiggling the clamps. I shook my head no, begging her to stop. My tits had endured enough for one day. Just to respond to my plea, Nurse Shanna hoisted my breasts farther up and added twice as many magnets to weigh me down. She was finally satisfied with the condition my breasts were in, but she wanted to test my endurance. So, she left me there kneeling on the floor, while she laid down in my bed and played with herself. Fifteen minutes later she orgasmed, which must have made her extremely tired because she then decided to take a nap. She woke 45 minutes later to me in tears. I hoped that the rest of my daily appointments with Nurse Shanna werent going to be this much torture. |
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4/30/2007 4:52 am |
just read the entire series so far........this is one very very hot and stimulating story!!!! please continue jackie btw do you also post stories in the magazine section? ~jackie     
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