by Nikita Storm
"I need your cum in me. Impregnate your cow!" I cried out. Suddenly he stopped moving as he slammed into me as far as he could go. His cock was shoved deep into my cervix and I felt completely filled. In slow motion I felt his cock swell until I thought it was going to explode. Which it did a few seconds later.
I'd never heard a man grunt so loudly as he did when he began spurting his potent, dominant seed into my fertile, unprotected, ovulating cervix. Shot after shot filled my waiting womb. There was no doubt that he'd been saving up for awhile as his cum flooded my poor pussy. When he was finished pumping into me he instructed me not to let any escape and to keep as much of it inside me as I could.
I loved knowing that I was carrying another man's baby inside my womb and I went out of my way to remind my husband of that fact every time I could. I'd now had two babies with two different men and neither of them were from him. It was only teasing, but he finally called dibs on the next baby.
I told him that we'll see about that.
The Doctor's Hucow
Nikita Storm
I felt terribly foolish just being here. I looked around the medical office and was actually surprised to see that I was alone. Well, at least the wait shouldn't be long. I rifled through the same old boring women's mags that I'd seen at the last three places. They were okay the first time, but after a while all the girls start to look anorexic and even the vacation pictures seem fake and stagnant.
I was just about to bring out my cell phone and play a game or two on it when a tired, but cheery receptionist called my name.
"Sarah Parker?"
"That's me!" I stood and smiled, slipping my phone back into my bag.
"Come with me, please," she said, leading me to the scale as she carried my clipboard. I sighed as she wrote down my weight and ushered me into another cold, sterile room. I've seen enough of them to last me a lifetime. I had a brief vision of a doctor's office that - instead of cold and sterile - was bright and cheery with real furniture and children's paintings and bean bag chairs and...life.
"You're his last patient for today. If you'll just put this on, he'll be right with you." She smiled faintly and closed the door.
As soon as I heard it click, I disrobed and put the woefully short covering on. Not only didn't it fit, but because I was six-months pregnant, it didn't even go much past my boobs. What did it matter? Half the doctors in my town had now seen me naked. What's another one?
While I waited for the doctor, I contemplated my reason for visiting all the doctors in the city. My husband, John, has a fetish. He loves playing with and drinking breast milk. One of the reasons he wanted to knock me up was so that I would start lactating for him. Since I'd wanted a child anyway, getting pregnant wasn't a problem. If it helped satisfy his obsession with lactating women's breasts that was just an added bonus.
The problem was that he started getting impatient. He knew that women started lactating in the later stages of their pregnancy, but it wasn't really milk - it was colostrum. He wanted milk.
One day he was jerkin off to some lactation porn on some sleazy website when he came across a testimonial from some blonde who claimed that this miracle lactation drug (in three easy installments of $39.99) started her lactating the moment she ingested it.
Being the gullible fool that he is, he bought it and now expects me to take this unknown drug for his silly fetish. I don't mind sharing my milk with him - in fact I want him to drink all the milk he can - minus what the baby needs. But who knows what this drug really is. Could be what they say it is or turn out to be something harmful. The last thing I want to do is take something that'll hurt the baby - especially this far along.
So, I made him a deal. I'd shop it around to a few docs and if any of them were willing to advise me on the use of the drug, I'd take it. Under their supervision. He seemed deflated with that idea, but resigned and agreed.
None of the first three docs I'd tried knew anything about it and didn't want to have anything to do with it. Too risky, they said. One mentioned something about insurance not covering this type of thing. I asked if they knew of any doctors who might know anything about this pill. That's when one of them gave me the info for this place. It was a gyno office, but he was known to not be the most reputable doctor in the area.
It was also the last place I was going to try.
I'd undergone a lot of changes in the last six months. It'd been a whirlwind of emotions and body changes. One of the best ones, however, had been my evolving breasts. My husband took a daily picture of my belly and breasts to measure the changes. He'd probably take hourly pics if I'd let him. I knew they'd find their way on-line. I didn't really care.
Thinking about these changes, I slowly began to caress my naked breasts. They started out so small and now were a very respectable size. The roundness and firmness had increased. Also their sensitivity. I gasped as I felt a small tremor in my pussy. I've been known to make myself orgasm just by touching my breasts. Since the pregnancy I've had to go topless or just the touch of fabric could set me off. Of course my husband doesn't mind this "problem." Men.
Caressing my breasts turned into me touching myself. You know how it is when you're naked. It's just so easy and tempting to stroke your naughty bits. Consequently I didn't hear the door open or the doctor stalk up behind me. Jeez, was he a ninja or something?
I have no idea how long he stood there watching from behind. All I know is that I completely zoned out and rode my sensitive, pregnant clit for all it was worth before having a massive orgasm. It wasn't until I came back down to earth that I realized where I was.
And that there was a man watching me. A very hot, good-looking man, to boot. When I caught him watching, he cleared his throat.
"Oh, yeah...now you announce your arrival," I said, half embarrassed as I covered myself up. Well, not much you can do with those dinky hospital gowns.
"You seemed like you were enjoying yourself." He smiled disarmingly. "I didn't want to interrupt you."
"Yeah, well..." I stuttered and stammered. Normally I was as cool as a cucumber, but this guy was hot. He was tall, blond hair, blue eyes, a smile that could melt a thousand women's hearts and barely perceptible chin stubble. He carried himself with the air of a doctor - someone who knows what they're doing and you'd better submit. I found myself getting wet just watching him.
I started to wipe my fingers on the hospital gown, but he grabbed my hand and brought it to his nose and sniffed. That scared the hell out of me, but when I realized what he was doing it caused me to shudder through another orgasm.
"Nice. Great scent," he said, releasing my hand and letting it fall back to my side. I forgot all about what I was doing as I felt a tingle where he touched me. God damn he was beautiful!
I watched him, incredulous. Did he just smell my pussy scent and comment on it? The nerve of him. I brought my fingers to my nose to smell what he did. I had to admit that he was right. It was a lovely scent. I'd never really noticed before.
"Do you make it a habit of masturbating in the doctor's office?" He said, turning around.
I was about to say something snarky, but it caught in my throat as I saw his damnable smile. Boy, he was good.
"So," he casually brushed aside the whole incident, "what brings you here?" He studied my chart. "Are you looking to switch doctors?"
My heart leaped and thudded in my chest and a droplet of cum slid down my thigh. "That wasn't why I had initially come..." I admitted.
"But now that you saw how hot I am..." he let the words trail off.
I nodded as I realized that he probably dealt with hot, horny women all the time. I was just some fat, pregnant girl who had no hope...of what? Girl, you're married. He's probably married, too. Which would be such a shame. No, it wouldn't be a shame because you're not available.
"I seem to have that effect on all the women. It's both a blessing and a curse," he explained.
"I'll bet," I smirked.
"So, why did you come here? There's nothing on your char
t that indicates that you'd need to seek out a second opinion."
He looked up at me with his deep, blue eyes and my heart melted. I'm not the kind of girl who falls at the sight of every man she comes across. But this doc - I looked at his name-tag - Henry, was a fucking AAA stud. My pussy began dripping onto the exam table.
His eyes bored through me and my breath caught in my throat. How could I explain this? I pulled out the bottle of pills from my purse and handed it to him. I didn't trust myself to speak. I felt so ashamed of my nakedness and lust for him. I wanted to lay down and touch myself thinking about his gorgeous face until I grew exhausted from cumming so much. But I couldn't bring myself to finger myself while he was watching. I felt ashamed, dirty and very, very horny.
He took the pills from my shaky hands and studied the bottle. I thought he was going to be like the other docs and shake his head angrily. I didn't want him to be angry at me. I needed his approval. His fingers brushed against mine and God help me I had another orgasm. If this kept up I was going to flood the place. Why was I so attracted to him? Why was he having this effect on me? My husband is good looking. I'm not in the market. None of this made any sense.
He furrowed his brow and looked up at me. "Where did you get this?" He asked sternly.
"On...on the Internet. My husband found it on some sleaze-ball website."
He studied the bottle again and a slow smile crept over his face. "Do you know what this is?" He asked, his blue eyes boring into my naked soul.
I nodded. "Hubby said they made women lactate. He likes that."
"He does, does he?" The way he said the words sent sexual chills down my spine. "Is this what you want? To lactate?"
"Yes. Do you know anything about them. I don't want to hurt the baby." I still couldn't believe I was having this conversation with a strange doctor.
"Your baby will be just fine," he reassured me, waving away my concerns with his hand.
"How can you be so sure?" I asked, the mama bear coming out in me.
"Because," he stared coldly, "I created them."
My mouth opened, but nothing would come out. I was genuinely in shock. Finally, I got a hold of myself. "You what?" Was all I could manage.
"These lactation pills. Yes, I created them. Does that surprise you?" He smiled as he brushed a lock of my golden hair from my eyes.
I pulled back. I wanted his touch - needed it; but wasn't prepared for it. "It's just that I..." I couldn't form a coherent thought to save my life. Maybe coming here wasn't the best idea after all.
"You didn't think that a doctor would invent such a thing?" He asked as he lightly brushed his hand across my face. I burned at his touch. His hands felt so warm and strong. When he started rubbing my tense neck, I closed my eyes and let him. After all, he was the doctor and they always know what's best.
"I guess I just figured..."
"Did he say which website he found the pills on?"
My head lolled with his firm manipulation of my neck and it was hard to even think, let alone form actual words. "Some milking site. Molly milking or something to that effect."
"That's my site," he said as he bent down and whispered in my ear. "Molly's my wife. Or, should I say...cow."
"A cow?" I said incredulously. "Are you telling me you married a barnyard animal? What are you, some kind of sicko?" This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute.
He laughed, a deep, bellowing, gruff laugh. "No, I didn't marry a real cow. She's what they call a Hucow. A human cow." He explained this like it was common knowledge and was just filling a cave dweller in on it.
"A human cow? That sounds..." I tried to wrap my mind around it, but my mind - along with my sopping pussy - was mush and would have none of it.
"Never mind how it sounds," he cut me off abruptly. "Many men - including your husband - have an affinity for milking women for their pleasure."
"My husband wants to milk me?"
"Most likely, yes. Why do you think he ordered these?" He asked, holding up the bottle.
"Well to suckle my breasts I guess."
"Have you asked him?"
"Well, no," I admitted.
"Have you seen my website?"
"Once, it was just a bunch of women who were being forced to milk --" I put my hand over my mouth. "Oh my God, he wants to forcibly milk me? Like a cow?" I was starting to put two and two together.
He nodded.
"Do you force your wife to milk?" I asked, suddenly wanting to bolt.
He shook his head. "She does it because it makes us a tidy sum of money. I actually make more from selling these than I do here."
I stared at him slack-jawed.
"But your husband doesn't know that it's not forced."
I thought about what he was telling me for a moment and didn't realize that his "massage" had moved down to my breasts. "My husband wants to make me his milk cow?" I'm glad the uptight ladies at church couldn't hear this conversation. I think it would send them straight to hell.
"Most likely. But," he said, working my pregnant mammary glands with his soft, yet forceful hands, "you can head this whole thing off at the pass."
I looked up at him, suddenly realizing what he was doing - but he was so cute and dominant that I didn't have the willpower to stop him. "How?"
"Pretend it's your idea."
"What?" I yelled a little too loud.
He nodded. "That's right. What your husband wants is what my wife and I have. She tells me when she's ready to be milked and we make a video of it. Then we put it up on our website and sell it to men like your husband."
"No wonder our money slips through our fingers," I mumbled, but not loud enough for him to hear.
"So," he continued as he removed the flimsy gown and oiled up my large breasts, "if you come to him and act like its your idea, he'll get excited and forget all about forcing you. How do you feel about posting your videos on my site?"
I straightened up, allowing this strange man to caress my breasts. He was the first man I'd been with outside my marriage. "I don't know. He probably puts my preggo photos up."
The doc nodded. "Indeed he does. I've seen your progress and think you're absolutely beautiful."
"Thank you." Did my doctor just make a pass at me? Then I flushed. He thought me beautiful? Oh God, I squeezed my legs together as an orgasm raced through me. I inwardly squeed at the thought.
"How about if we make a deal," he suggested.
"Yeah," I asked, looking up into his big, blue eyes.
"I prescribe these pills for you in exchange for your videos on my site. Sound fair?"
He pressed himself to me and I could feel his hardness. I thought about his offer long and hard. I knew my husband was into kinky shit, but I didn't realize how kinky. He would love me forever for doing this. I wasn't too keen on the idea of being treated like a cow, but at least now I'd get to call the shots.
"You sure it won't hurt the baby?" I rubbed my belly for emphasis.
"Positive," he said, moving his hands down to my extended stomach. My pussy shuddered at his soft, warm touch.
I nodded. "Is it too much to ask for a cut of the money?" Times had been a bit hard lately and with the new addition, it was going to get even tougher.
He leaned down and kissed me full on the lips, shocking my sensibility. "We always offer half the revenue." My ruby-red lips parted involuntarily for him and I found myself kissing another man for the first time since I got married.
I brought my hand up to his cheek and ran it over his rough, stubbly face. I like clean-shaven men as much as the next gal, but there was something roguish about his face that I found irresistible. I got a close-up look at his deep-blue eyes and melted into a tiny puddle as he wrapped his strong arms around me.
"Let's get this pill down you, shall we?" He suggested as he filled a paper cup and handed it to me along with the pill.
I looked at it, took a deep breath and downed it while he busied himself with something under the sink. I almost fell o
ff the table when I watched him pull out a milk bucket.
"Moo?" I said as he set the bucket down in front of me and reached up into the upper cabinets and brought out a camcorder. "What's that for?"
He smiled wickedly. "I want to make a video of us for your husband. This is how you'll show him that you're now my cow."
My heart stopped cold in my chest. "You want my husband to watch you milk me? But what will he think?"
"That I'm the dominant bull in the relationship."
Before I could contemplate his strange words, I felt my chest begin to grow heavier. "What's happening?" I looked down and saw large veins where there were previously small ones.
"Your breasts are growing to accommodate the extra milk. Until your body has adapted to the new changes, you're going to be leaking milk constantly." He set up the video camera and started recording. I felt like a weird fetish porn star.
Once the video was set up, he came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my chest. His hands gently caressed my aching nipples and he began kneading my engorged breasts which were growing by the minute.
"That feels so good," I said, letting this strange doctor massage my aching milk jugs. Being six months pregnant with large, milk-filled breasts made me feel like a cow. It was soothing knowing that this doctor - someone who was familiar with breasts - was helping me get through this. I didn't know what I would've done without him.
A small droplet of milk formed at the tip of my nipple and made its slow descent down the curve of my voluptuous breast. I'd never been pregnant before and so had never lactated. I really didn't know what to expect.
Dr. Henry obviously knew what he was doing as within moments, both my breasts began squirting milk. He grabbed the bucket and placed it on the exam table and instructed me to get on all fours like a cow. Once he made sure the pail was under my chest he began directing the streams into it.
This had to rank up there with one of the weirdest things I'd ever done. I don't know how I was going to look my husband in the eye after he sees the video.
"Moo like a cow while looking into the camera," he demanded.