Bree Bellucci - The Pregnant Lactating Slut

Christine had always hated the way these paper hospital gowns felt against her naked skin. It was like she was wearing a sheet of sand paper around her body. Her pregnant belly pressed uncomfortably against the material and her swollen breasts were starting to become a real nuisance. The gown was already starting to chafe her nipples. She pulled the gown forward at the chest as she sat down on the examination table. The gown hung open in the back and her bare bottom was shocked at she sat on the ice-cold table that was just as ineffectively covered in paper as she was.

She hated coming to this office and sitting in these cold creepy rooms. They smell like alcohol and latex, she thought to herself. Where is that doctor at? She had been waiting for fifteen minutes now in this dungeon.

The examination room was well lit with bright fluorescent lights. Their characteristic humming was the only ambient sound. The stainless steel counters were covered with various tools and instruments, jars of swabs and probes, boxes of gloves, and alcohol prep pads. Christine shuddered at the sight of these poking and prodding implements, hopefully they don’t use too many of those things on me today, she thought.

She shifted her bottom on the table and the paper covering crackled lightly under her weight. She was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable where she was. Just then, voices could be heard coming from the hallway. They sounded as if they were getting closer to her room. The doctor stopped outside of the examination room door and was speaking to someone, presumably a nurse, in muffled tones.

These exam rooms must be insulated for sound to protect patient privacy, she thought. Thank God, the doctor may actually be ready to see me now!

The voices outside of her door ended abruptly and Christine heard a light scrape as the doctor pulled her chart off of the door. A few seconds passed as the doctor looked over her information to refresh his memory. Hopefully it wouldn’t take him too long to remember her; she flirted with him shamelessly upon every meeting. During her last check-up she had acted like something was wrong with her breasts so that she could take off her gown, without invitation, and show him her tits.

She remembered how shocked he was that she had taken such a liberty. He soon learned however that she was the furthest thing from modest.

Christine smiled as she recalled his response to her feigned worries during their last check-up appointment:

“Mrs. Jones it is perfectly normal and expected that your breasts will grow and swell during your pregnancy, and they will become even larger when lactation, or milk production, begins,” he explained.

“Are you sure Dr. Kasselero? Maybe you should examine them and make sure there are no lumps, please? They have gotten so much bigger, I just worry that there might be something wrong. I would do it myself but my hands aren’t as big as yours and my boobs are too large for me to grab completely,” she said helplessly.

He was reluctant to touch her and perform a needless breast examination. This was especially due to the fact that she was so physically attractive. He could see the sexual assault accusation coming from a mile away.

“Okay, if you must insist, I will do a brief breast examination,” he conceded.

“Please doctor, I’m so worried, this will really put my mind at ease,” she begged.

“Sure, whatever I can do to help Mrs. Jones.” He turned around and walked over to the counter to grab some gloves. He put the gloves on skillfully, they fit snuggly over his large thick fingers and wrapped tightly around his large hands.

He sat back down in front of her on his stool. Before he had time to protest, Christine quickly pulled her gown down from around her neck. The gown slid down her chest falling over her swollen protruding breasts and into her lap. Dr. Kasselero was visibly startled. He stopped and stared at her beautiful breasts, subconsciously longing to wrap his lips around her light pink nipples.

His unintentional gaze lasted only a few seconds until he snapped back into professional mode. He reached out and gently grasped her left breast with one hand. With the other hand he began to firmly massage in little circles around her nipple and breast tissue.

Christine couldn’t help but become aroused. Dr. Kasselero’s warm hands felt wonderful as he methodically massaged her breasts.

He switched and began to massage the right breast, looking for any lumps or inconsistencies. He massaged her chest for what seemed to her like an eternity. She began to breathe heavily. She could feel her body begin to melt under his touch. She was in heaven, and just when she thought it couldn’t get any better he stopped.

“All done, and I didn’t find anything out of the ordinary, so you have nothing to worry about Mrs. Jones,” he said. He seemed to be out of breath and he was sweating a little.

She hesitated before pulling her gown up, she wanted him to get one last glance at the large beautiful breasts hanging from her chest. He didn’t waste the opportunity to catch one last look.

“Thank you so much Dr. Kasselero,” she smiled, “you’ve got the right touch.”

She caught him adjusting his scrub pants, attempting to hide his growing erection.

That was how their last check-up ended. And needless to say, Christine was excited to see Dr. Kasselero this time. She heard his hand grasp the door knob and there was a sharp click as he turned it to open the door. He stepped inside the room confidently and met her gaze with a nervous smile. He turned and shut the door behind him. He was wearing well-fitting slacks today and Christine was able to steal a glimpse of his firm ass through his pants.

He was such an attractive man, she thought. He was in his mid-forties, he had dark hair with salt-and-pepper gray lightly showing throughout. He kept his hair short and he was always clean-shaven. He had deep brown eyes and thick brown eye brows. Christine could easily be lost in those eyes for days. When he looked at her with that concerned caring gaze of his, her heart melted. Above all she loved his full lips. She had never seen a man with such perfect lips, they were like little pillows, and she often found herself wondering just how soft they felt. She wondered how his lips would feel against hers. And sometimes depending on how horny she was, she even wondered how those full pillow-like lips would feel as his mouth explored her pussy.

Dr. Kasselero’s wife was a nurse and she worked in his office. She was a pretty woman, also in her mid forties, and she seemed nice enough. Christine found herself to be slightly jealous of this woman. She was willing to bet that a gynecologist knew how to perform cunnilingus like a professional, and his wife was surely always satisfied in bed, she thought.

“Good afternoon Mrs. Jones, how are you feeling today?” he asked automatically.

“I’m feeling great doctor, thank you for seeing me,” she couldn’t help but smile like a school girl. To Christine there was something extremely attractive about doctors. Perhaps it was their superior intellect, caring nature, prestige, and powerful position. She had fantasized about most of her good-looking doctors but Dr. Kasselero was in a league of his own. If he ever decided to come on to her she wasn’t sure she could stop herself. This man could have whatever he wanted, she thought lustfully.

“It’s always a pleasure,” he smiled back, “so has anything changed since we last met? Do you have any new concerns?”

“Well no, nothing new, everything seems to be going according to plan. My boobs keep getting bigger and bigger. I don’t know what I will do with these things if they grow any larger.” She let out a flirty laugh. Without thinking, she arched her back and pressed her breasts out so that they hung even further over her swollen belly. She caught the doctor’s stare as he glanced down at her tits and she smiled at him.