Introduction -
A few weeks after my 21st birthday I received a call from my MD's office to make an appointment for a special checkup, and the receptionist organised it to coincide with the end of the next period when I would be available.
I was going to write a quick account of my visit, but so much happened during the day that I decided to try and record it all, both for my own benefit in times to come, and also for anyone else that might read my story, and perhaps enjoy it. What I have done, is split it up into multiple posts, or it would be much too long as a single narrative. Then I have linked them together so I can navigate to all the different parts of the account.
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
Initial Obs – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight (this post)– posted here
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Overnight
Dr Forrest informed me that I was going to be kept overnight. I knew they had a small inpatient ward on the premises, but had never expected that I would have to make use of it.
The doctor explained that she wanted to do some more work on my lactation, with more frequent milkings, and she needed me on the premises so they would have access at the correct times. Nurse Sandra wheeled the breast pump over, hooked me up to it, then set it going at quite a low suction, till the flow had started. I was stood against the examination table, resting my butt against the side restraints, which she had raised earlier, enjoying the sensations as the milk was drawn through my nipples, and the suction cups squeezed my breasts. Dr Forrest said she wanted me to phone my Mom in a few minutes, so that I could explain about the overnight stay, but there were a few things that needed setting up before I talked with her. The nurse said that she wanted me seated for a while, and brought over a stool that had a dildo mounted on the seat, much like the cushion that I have at home, and she said it was to stop me from wriggling about. Obediently I spread my legs, then lowered myself slowly as she located the tapered end of the fake cock against my anus, the already applied lubricant feeling slick against my butt. Coming round to the front, she placed her hands at the top of my thighs, pressing down slowly as the dildo eased into me, pushing harder once entrance had been made, until I was fully impaled on the stool. Taking my hand, she stretched it out along the side bars, then tied me at wrist, elbow, and upper arm ,repeating it in the other side so that I was completely immobile. Just to make sure, she passed a rope around my waist, tied it to the bed frame, then cinched it really tight, till I was nearly cut in two. Kneeling down, the nurse next firmly secured my ankles to the stool, so now there really was no way I could go anywhere.
Dr Forrest rang my home, spoke with Mom for a moment to reassure her, complimenting her on how well behaved I’d been, then positioned the handset for me while I read from a sheet of paper she was holding in front of me. It was quite comical really, as I told Mom, “I’m tied up with some tests I can’t get out of”, then when she asked what time I’d be home, I replied, “Sorry, but I’m stuck here, Dr Forrest won’t allow me to leave until morning.”
Mom said “That is a shame dear, but I’m positive that the doctor will take very good care of you.” The she added, “Are you being a good girl, Katie?”
I picked up on the key phrase, and responded properly, “Oh yes Mommy, I’m going to be a very good girl for Dr Forrest, and I’ve promised to do everything that she tells me to.”
“Very well, sweetheart,” she replied, “you have a nice night, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
At least Mom wouldn’t worry about me now, she knew that I was safe, and being looked after. Whenever I couldn’t get home as expected, I would always phone and tell her where I was, and when I would be back, though not necessarily what I was doing,. Mom would also do the same if she was delayed somewhere, or had gone out unexpectedly, and the conversation would always have a challenge and response section. One of us would ask a coded question, and the other person would give a particular, non-specific reply to indicate that they were OK, or a different reply if there was something wrong, then help would be on its way.
When we’d said goodbye, Dr Forrest put the phone down, then turned to the task in hand, milking my titties till they were dry. She turned up the suction, sprayed the Oxytocin on my pulse spots again, then massaged my breast, asking Nurse Sandra to massage the other one. The stimulation of the spray, and their hands, soon had my milk flow increasing to twice what it had been earlier in the afternoon, but when the doctor reached between my thighs to rub my clitoris, it grew even more.
Each time the pump sucked at my nipple I could feel my breast tingle as the muscles forced out my milk, a sensation mirrored by contractions inside my cunny. With the additional rubbing my clit was getting from the doctor I was soon cumming, and I could see why the nurse had sat me on a dildo stool, as it prevented me from thrusting my hips with each wave of pleasure that washed over me, keeping me firmly in place. Finally my nipples stopped leaking milk, my breasts now fully drained, and the doctor removed the suction cups, telling me I had done very well in producing so much, this early in my lactation. When Dr Forrest left the room, Nurse Sandra said she would go and arrange my bed for the night, but before she left, she fitted a pair of long, slim tubes to the breast pump, and attached them to my nipples. With the pump on a low suction my teats were slowly drawn into each tube, then the nurse left me alone while she went upstairs to the ward. When she went out, she left the door open, and once more I was put on display to the waiting area, through my reflection in the large wall mirror.
There were only a few people still waiting to be seen, but I eventually saw each of them look in my direction, then repeatedly look back again as I remained in the same exposed position. After about fifteen minutes a young woman got up from one of the seats, and walked down the corridor, leading a young girl of about 10 years old by the hand. I assumed that she was taking her daughter down to the restroom, but as she reached the open door, she turned in, and brought the girl to stand in front of me. She asked me if it was OK for her daughter to have a look, as she’d brought her in today so she could join one of the research programs that the doctors were running, and she thought I might also be on one of them. Smiling, I told the woman it was perfectly fine, I’d be glad to help them, especially as she was quite correct in that I was part of a research project, one run by Dr Forrest.
The lady introduced herself as Claire, and her lovely daughter Sophie, who was 10 years old only last week. The young girl dipped a quick curtsey, then said “Thank you very much, Ma’am, may I ask what they are doing to you?” She was so sweet, and I loved being addressed as Ma’am by her, so I explained that I was producing milk in my breasts, and the doctor was draining it off for me, so that I didn’t get too swollen. She told me that she was going to be on a research project as well, and I could tell that she was really proud to be part of it, her face just beamed. I commended her, adding that she would probably find it a lot of fun, just as I had since I’d joined. That was when I was just turned twelve, and a little more developed than she was, but she was lucky because she would have results right from the begining of her development, wheras I had missed the start. That obviously pleased the young girl, because her face lit up, her smile widened even more, and she turned round, saying, “You were right Mommy, this lady says I’m the right age to join as well. Thank you.” Turning back to me, she continued, “Excuse me Ma’am, but may I ask if those tubes hurt you? It’s just that they look really uncomfortable.” Her Mom looked a bit worried, perhaps over what I might answer, but as I’d no idea how much the young girl actually knew about the project, I just replied truthfully, “No, sweetheart, they don’t hurt at the moment, in fact, it’s feels much better now that I have been milked.” That seemed to satisfy her immediate curiosity, so I added, “Most of the time it’s lots of fun seeing the doctor, especially because you’re not actually feeling poorly, so you can enjoy it. Although sometimes, I must admit, you are right, it does get a bit uncomfortable, but big girls like you and I have to be very brave.” I leaned forward, and whispered to her, but still loud enough for her Mom to hear, “When I was a really good girl, the doctor had a candy jar that I could choose from, and sometimes my Mommy would take me shopping after for a nice present as well.”
Sophie looked so sweet as she hugged herself, the most radiant smile I’ve ever seen lighting up her little face. Claire thanked me for my time, then excused them both, saying Sophie had better get to the restroom now, which was where they’d been heading for originally. “Before we go,” Claire said, “would it be alright if I gave you my number, only I would really appreciate talking to you about the program sometime. Sophie seems to like you, and I’m sure it would also help to reassure her.”
I told her I’d be morethan happy to help, and would call her next week, but just at the moment I was rather short of pockets, but she could leave her number on the doctor’s desk, and I’d pick it up later.
As they left the room, Sophie turned and said, “Thank you very much,” then nearly bumped into Nurse Sandra, who was just returning from the ward. I explained to the nurse about my visitors, and asked her to put Claire’s number in my purse for me, which she did, locking the desk drawer again afterwards. It looked like I wouldn’t be getting my clothes back just yet.
Switching off the breast pump, Nurse Sandra locked off the tubes on my nipples, leaving them still attached by the suction inside them, then removed the tubing. I couldn’t help thinking about the video link that Uncle Robert had sent me earlier, grateful at least that they hadn’t fisted me as well. My arms were untied, and I was ordered to lift myself off the dildo that was attached to the stool, then bend over so the nurse could check the dilation of my anus. When she was satisfied, I was made to clasp my arms behind me, then Nurse Sandra took my elbow, and led me to the ward, but we took the route through reception, stopping by the desk for a few moments, which kept my naked body on display to those few patients still waiting. We continued on to the stairs, climbing up to the small middle landing, where we passed an orderly, a nice young man of about 25 I would guess, who Nurse Sandra called back when he’d gone a few steps past us. He turned back to face us while the nurse asked him to tidy up in the examination room we had just left, so from his position below us he had a perfect view up between my legs. Nurse Sandra still had hold of my elbow, and she now moved me back just a small distance, which made me step off the landing, and onto the top stair, but only with my right foot. Since my left foot was still on the higher landing, my thighs were spread apart, and I moved my upper knee further out to more fully expose my bald pussy and girlcleft to the young man. He never took his eyes from between my legs the whole time he was talking to the nurse, and I’d like to bet he didn’t get half of what she said.
We continued on up the stairs, down a short corridor, and into the 3 bed ward, which was empty, although all the beds were made up. I was taken to the middle one, told to climb in, but to remain sat up, with the covers folded back so that my breasts were uncovered, and on display. The nurse said she would send housekeeping up in a few moments, to take my evening meal order, and in the meantime there were some magazines on the bedside table for me to read. When I browsed through them, I assumed they must have been specially selected for myself, as I didn’t think regular patients would be put at ease by the selection. There was a brochure for the Medical Centre, which looked like part of a group as it said not all the services were offered, but to contact your MD or reception for more information. The title said this was for Additional Services 2, so there is probably another brochure for the normal services, anyway, they detailed some of the procedures Dr Forrest had put me through today, stretching, dilation, and such, but a whole lot more severe ones as well. I was just glad they weren’t part of my program. Some of the other magazines were Fetish, BDSM, and a very strong Lesbian theme, all very exciting reading material, I thought, and I soon had my hand beneath the covers, between my legs. I’d just closed my eyes for a few moments to savour one exceptionally beautiful picture of two girls in a lesbian embrace, and when I opened them, a young lady from the housekeeping staff was stood beside me. When I apologised, she told me to continue, and folded the covers back so she could watch me masturbate more easily, even pushing my knees apart. I was so sexually excited that my nipples were beginning to leak, and the tubes began to come loose, so the lady took some gauze pads from the table to mop my milk up, rubbing my teats quite strongly, then squeezing and pulling on them as I rubbed my wet pussy slit. It only took a few moments for me to climax, and she kept up her attention to my nipples the whole time. When I had calmed down, she instructed me to remain uncovered while she took my order from a very nice menu selection, then asked if I’d tried the TV yet, showing me how the remote switched on the regular channels, and also the in-house media selection. Most of this selection could be classified as porn, but when I channel hopped I found it was all very stimulating, though a few of the programs were too strong for my particular taste. There were a few documentary type programs in there as well, which I found really interesting as they explained several of the research projects that were being run at this clinic, and how they were part of a nationwide medical group. I hadn’t realised just how extensive the overall program was, although I’d always known there were a lot of other subjects in my development set, it seemed it was far wider than I’d ever considered. Several sections of the documentary had actual footage showing the examinations that the patients were undergoing, with very detailed close views of their most private places being probed, stretched, and squeezed. I soon realised that a lot of the subjects were far more developed than I was, and I enjoyed watching the comparison sequences that showed young, undeveloped girls joining the project, then the changes at each milestone review.
My meal arrived during the show, and I was pleased to discover that I could pause the film while I ate, then continue afterwards. Housekeeping set the small table on the other side of the room, then she called me over, but before I was seated she checked my notes. She took a quite large dildo, and a smaller one, from a cabinet, fastened them to the seat of my chair with suction cups, then held the chair while I lowered myself onto them. I sometimes used my own toys like this at home, but I had never done it with an audience, or with a dildo in both holes. I must admit, it made mealtime very enjoyable, and every time I leaned forward to take a mouthful of food I could feel the shafts move inside my body. The front one in particular was really noticeable, because although it looked small compared the anal intruder, it was in fact quite a lot wider than I was used to, so I my cunny was considerably stretched.
When I’d finished my meal, I remained seated, enjoying the feeling of fullness, and not just in my tummy, occasionally rocking back and forth, or raising my bottom slightly from the seat, then just dropping back down again. After a short while, a nurse came into the room, not Sandra, but a much younger girl, probably not even as old as myself. She moved the dishes to the far side of the table, brought over a breast pump, and set it up to empty my milk, which was just beginning to get a little uncomfortable. She kept the pressure quite low for a while, producing only a few drops from each teat, but when she sprayed the Oxytocin on my wrists and neck, within minutes I could feel both my breast twitching inside. Soon the feelings spread down towards my nipples, which grew warmer, till milk began to spray from them into the collection chambers. The young nurse now turned up both the suction and the pulse rate as my flow increased, stepping it up every few minutes, then she told me to spread my knees apart, reached forward, and started to rub my wet girlcleft. When her fingers stroked my clitoris, pushing up my sexual excitement, she pointed out the corresponding increased flow of my breast milk, telling me that I should make sure that I played with myself whenever I was milked, or got someone else to do it for me. Hooking her finger in the top of my slit, she pulled hard upward, ordering me to work the dildoes, so I obediently started to rise and fall on them. Following her directions to lift slowly so that I could feel the shafts draw out along the full length, then drop my full weight onto them for the downward stroke, as if I was being rammed by a vigourous lover, I soon reached my climax. I was kept on the breast pump for twenty minutes, till my titties were fully drained, then the nurse swapped the cups for two narrow tubes, turning up the suction so my nipples were stretched right inside them. She then took two pieces of red satin ribbon from her pocket, and tied them tightly round the end of each breast, just behind the suction tubes, finishing them off with a large bow. When she removed the tubes, it just left my titties adorned with the satin bows, and fat nipples sticking right out at the centre of them. She had me lift off the chair, and stand in front of a mirror to admire the effect, which looked cute, but very sexy as well. I was then ordered to get back into bed, where I could read, watch TV, or take a nap if I wanted, but I had to leave the covers down so that my naked body remained fully exposed to whoever came into the room. I sat up and watched the rest of the research documntary, enjoying my naked exhibition as several people waked past the door, and paused to look in as well, till housekeeping arrived to clear the table. I chatted with her for a while, sending my compliments to the chef, then she removed the satin ribbons from my teats, saying it was a shame really as they looked quite beautiful with them on. My nipples had become quite painful, especially if rubbed against them, but when she removed the ribbons, the blood now rushed back into them, and they hurt even more. When she left, I lay back on the pillows, and very quickly fell asleep, as it had been a very busy, tiring day, but I had enjoyed every minute of it.
I slept for a couple of hours, then the nurse woke me to take my obs, for which she had me lay down on top of the covers, with my feet placed at the corners of the bed to spread my legs so that my cunny was on display. When she had recorded my measurements, I was taken over to the table where the breast pump was still set up, waiting while she placed two more dildoes on the chair seat, then settling myself down on them. They seemed larger than before, and I had to work myself up and down a few times until I was fully penetrated, and I felt completely stuffed. The nurse attached the suction cups to my breasts, and once more drained every drop of milk from me, with the help of the spray, and a very nice pussy rub. She complimented me on being so co-operative, and told me I was now producing nearly 4 ounces, which was very good for a young girl on her first day, but she felt sure I could be made to give much more milk by the time I was allowed home.
While I was being milked, one of the janitors had brought my clothes up from Dr Forrest’s office, and while he had put most of them in a basket to carry them, he was holding my bra and panties in his hand, and rubbing his thumb across the inside of the gusset. Rather than put the basket down on a chair, or put the clothes away in a drawer, he took each item out of the basket, and laid it carefully across the bed next to mine. He arranged them neatly, bottom of the skirt just draped over the edge, but with the hem turned back as if it had ben lifted to display what was underneath. My blouse laid above it, front edges touching, but not buttoned, the lower corners folded open as if displaying my tummy, and the neckline spread so it would highlight my cleavage. My suspender belt and stockings were arranged next to the skirt and blouse, as if I’d just been removed from them. Finally my bra and panties on the next apparent row, lined up in their correct poition, but the top, lace edges of the bra cups turned backwards, and the crotch of my panties twisted round to display the juice stained gusset for eveyone to see. The janitor looked about 50 years old, with a handsome, friendly face, but he must have worked in the fashion business before, judging from the way he’d just displayed all my clothing in such a sensuous manner. I often lay my clothes out similar to that in the morning before I get dressed, just to make sure the ensemble goes together properly, but the janitor had made some nice, subtle touches that enhanced the display into a sexual exhibition.
When the nurse had detached me from my milking machine, I was instructed to put my shoes on, black high heels that accentuated my calves, then clasp my hands behind me. Taking my elbow, she led me out of the room, then it seemed we walked right through the whole building to the far side, where she took a bottle from a store cupboard, then we returned by a different route to the corridor where the ward was located. I couldn’t see why she’d taken me with her, instead of leaving me in my room, other than on our travels we had met at least a dozen people, cleaners, janitors, nursing staff, and even a pizza delivery guy when we were passing the rear entrance. The nurse seemed to know them all, stopping to exchange a few words with everyone we met, but never once did anyone comment on her having a completely nude girl along with her. That didn’t mean I wasn’t noticed, as all of them took the opportunity to look my nakedness up and down, and sometimes the nurse even turned me round, showing my butt to them for several seconds before we walked off. It was quite a turn on to be exhibited in this manner, and I could feel my girl juice wetting my slit, the lips sliding against each other as I walked along the corridors. When we arrived back near the ward, I was taken into a small treatment room that had a toilet and shower stall in there as well, and ordered to relieve myself while the nurse watched. Without being allowed to wipe myself, the nurse made me stand in the shower with my feet apart while she slipped her fingers between my legs, gathering the ample juice that was there, and licking it from her fingers. She did this several times before saying she’d better get me cleaned up, then turned on the shower after I’d removed my heels, watching as I wet my body. The bottle that we’d been so far to bring back, was apparently shower gel, and I had to stand at the stall entrance while she rubbed the soap into my wet skin, working up a lather as she rubbed her hands all over me. Special attention was paid to my breasts, pussy, and my bottom, even having to bend over while soapy fingers were worked in and out of both holes, then rinsed clean. When I’d been thoroughly cleaned, the nurse even dried me with a big, fluffy towel, patting my damp flesh gently, all over, then rubbing more and more vigorously, till I had to brace myself up against the wall. At last I was done, slipped my shoes on, and walked the short distance back to the ward, climbing into bed when instructed. The nurse told me I was free to read, watch TV, or sleep, but as before, I was to remain uncovered. Also, I was to leave my clothes where they were, fully displayed on the bed, in case any of the night staff happened to come by, and of course I was to be compliant with them, as I had been all day. The nurse left me then, and I read the lesbian magazines for a while, but half an hour later an older woman walked into the ward, and said she needed to turn me over as part of the skin care management regieme. Obediently I turned onto my tummy, letting her adjust my arms and legs, then she massaged some cool lotion all over my back, and especially my bottom. It was just like having a beauty treatment, though she did spend a long time on my butt, then she spread my legs really wide apart, working on the inside of my thighs, right up to my bald cunny, and even massaging my girlcleft. I was instructed to stay in position while she went to fetch something, so I just lay there on the bed, naked, open, and exposed. After a few minutes, one of the cleaners came in, and I could feel my cunny tighten up at the thought that he could see all my most private places. After dusting round for a while he looked at my chart, then came round to the side of my bed, but because my head was turned to the other side, I couldn’t see him, so I started to face the other way. He put his hand on my shoulder, pressing me down, and ordered me to stay as I was, so of course I returned to my original postion, wondering what he was going to do, since I was openly accessible to him. I could hear him moving round, then he came to my side and crouched down to dust the bedframe, but in this position he was looking straight at my face so I smiled at him, and he smiled back. He moved further down the bed, never once looking at his dusting, but keeping his eys on my unclothed body, studdying the side of my breast where it was squashed beneath me, then at my butt. He now moved out of my vision, but I obediently stayed as I was, imagining what he was looking at, till I felt his weight press on the bottom of the mattress, then I knew he was looking directly up between my thighs, right at my exposed cunny. My slit bagan to tingle, being blatantly watched like this, and I could feel my petals become engorged, peeling apart to reveal my erect clit as it peeked out from its protective hood. I felt him brush against my upper thigh, on the other side, where I couldn’t see him, then his fingers gently grasped each fleshy outer sex lip and slowly eased them further apart, then further, and even further still. I felt his breath as he blew right down my wet cleft, and I couldn’t repress the moan that escaped from my lips. His quiet chuckle told me he knew I was aroused, so I compliantly laid still as he released my sex, then moments later pressed against the entrance. At the first touch I thought it was his finger, but realised it was cold, and slippery, as if it had been covered in body lotion. He worked the rounded end against my love hole, then gently positioned it on centre, pressing harder till it stretched my cherry open, then seemed to almost pop inside me. Once more I could feel him rub against the entrance to my cunny, pause, press harder again, then another inaudible pop, but now I could feel him actually inside me. With that slightly filled sensation still present, another touch to my slit, another push, and I now realised what he was doing to me as I lay naked and helpless on my bed. On my bedside was a fruit bowl, and this man was inserting grapes into my pussy, one by one, most likely covered in the lotion that had been used during my massage, to make them slip in easier. Several more grapes were pushed deep inside me, each one making me more aroused till an orgasm washed through my body, leaving me trembling before this man’s avid gaze. As I lay quietly recovering, I felt something warm land on my butt, his sperm, as he masturbated to my lascivious display, then another shot on my lower back, and a third at the top of my thigh, just on the crease. He leaned over to whisper “Thank You” in my ear, then he quietly left, without a backward glance. As I lay there, even more turned on than ever, I could feel the sperm on my bottom, now cooling, begin to slide down into my crease, then the one on my thigh also fall prey to gravity as it slid inwards, along my groin, then across my hairless mound. While one loaded coated my cunny, the sperm on my bottom worked its way down my ass groove, pooling on my anus, which I flexed to get it fully coated, but there was too much for that tiny indent to hold, so it traveled on, running the full length of my pulsing slit, triggering another orgasm.
When the massage lady returned, she apologised for taking so long, but when she reached the side of the bed I could hear her tutting, then say, “Well dear, it looks like you weren’t lonely while I was away. Cleaner?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I confirmed.
“I don’t know why they call them cleaners,” she complained, “they always leave things messy.” Taking some wipes, she cleaned the sperm from my back, and bottom cheeks, then along my crease as far as my anus, where she stopped, and pulled my cunny hole apart with her thumbs. “Well now, little lady, what have you got wedged in here,” she enquired, wriggling her finger through my hymen to poke the object protruding from my entrance.
“I couldn’t see, Ma’am,” I replied, “but I think they might be grapes, about ten of them.”
“Ah, well, that would be Vincent,” she explained, “cute little trick of his. Did you enjoy it Katie.”
“Oh yes Ma’am, I came twice. Especially when I didn’t know what he was doing to me.”
“I suppose I could get the nurse to take a look at them,” the lady said, “but you may have to wait for Dr Forrest in the morning. Still, I’ll get you cleaned up anyway.”
She continued wiping me, making me wriggle like mad as she rubbed down my slit, and across my sensitive clit. She slapped my bottom, and told me to keep still, but that only made me moan even more, and I still twitched about as she finished cleaning me up. When she was done, she had me lift my hips so she could put a pillow under me, then spanked my bottom with her hand, till my cheeks were glowing red, and burning hot. She said she was finished now, but ordered me to remain where I was, laid on my tummy, and to behave myself, or I’d get another spanking.
Going to bottom of the bed, she wrote something on my chart, then came and kissed my cheek before she left.
I managed to sleep for a couple of hours, but when the nurse came and woke me for my obs, and my next milking session, my breasts were aching from being squashed beneath me, but I wasn’t allowed to turn over just yet. The nurse told me to stay in position while she cleaned me up, which is when I noticed that my bottom was cold and sticky again, then she used several wipes to remove the sperm that had been ejaculated over my sleeping form. At first I was annoyed that someone had used me just to jerk off to, and told the nurse just what I thought of whoever it was, but then I was annoyed because I’d actually missed out on the enjoyment of being humiliated in that way. As I got chance to realise what must have been going on while I slept, the thought of a steady stream of male employees going in and out of my room, jerking off till they shot their load of hot spunk all over my back turned me on so much that I almost climaxed. I was turned over, and hooked up to the breast pump again, the suction turned on, so my milk started draining, then the nurse sprayed my pulse spots with Oxytocin, and almost immediately my let down reflex started pumping milk to my teats. The nurse sat on the side of my bed while I was milked, stroking my clit as she chatted about what my impressions of the ward were, now that I’d been here a few hours. I told her it wasn’t what I’d expected it to be, just laying about inbetween milkings, but I had really enjoyed being led round the building naked, having my body displayed to so many strangers who had no business seeing me in that state of undress. Also there were so many of the staff who seemed to find a valid reason to be working in my room while I was exposed to them in the nude, and they all treated me as if I were their personal plaything, though to be honest, I did rather enjoy that. The nurse explained that some of the house practices, especially on the night shift, promoted that sort of behaviour, and she would show me the reasons when I was finished up being milked. She had managed to extract nearly five ounces of milk from my titties this time, which she said was excellent work, and I deserved a prize for being such a good little dairy maid.
When I’d been released from the machine, I was instructed to put my high heels back on, then stand with my arms folded in my back, which I was beginning to realise was the regular stance for me this evening. The nurse took me to the end of the bed, and showed me my chart, which was hung on the footboard, pointing out my name, the summary of what Dr Forrest had done to me during the day, and the comment – Control Group – Full Access – Small Vaginal Inserts Only. I was told that every time someone came in to a patient’s room, they would check the charts to find out if anything more needed doing with them, and if there were any restrictions.
Control Group meant that I was submissive, or at least compliant to instructions.
Free Access indicated no body areas were out of bounds, either outside, or inside the patient’s body.
Small Vaginal Inserts Only was to let people know of any restrictions, in this case, because I was a virgin, I was not to be stretched so far that it would damage my hymen.
In the section below were my actual observations, pulse, blood pressure, etc. and the nurse brought my attention to several other rows where each staff member recorded their name, and the treatment given me. Surprisingly, there were 12 entries for ejaculate salve, which the nurse said was the spunk that had been shot on my back, and another line said vag insert – 10 grapes, so I explained that this was the cleaner pushing grapes inside me. She smiled at this and asked if I’d liked it, to which I said I definitely had. Taking my elbow again, the nurse led me through the building, which was so much quieter now that the day’s activity was over, though there were still quite a lot of maintenance staff and cleaners about. We eventually ended up in the basement, in front of a notice board, where the nurse pointed out a list to me. It was headed, “Availability”, and there were four names on there, two of them were ladies, noted as being cleaners, one was a male data processor, and the fourth name was mine, listed as a patient, along with my room and bed number. The nurse explained that this was one of the perks of working the night shift, there was often free time, and several of the staff made themselves sexually available, as well as suitable patients who were on several research projects. That’s why I’d had so many visitors, because my name was on the board, and even when I was sleeping, I was still used to masturbate over. I could feel my cunny juicing up at the thought of everyone in the building knowing that I was available as a sex toy for their personal pleasure.
We returned to the ward, and the nurse told me to get some sleep while I could, and she’d see me in three hours for another milking session.
She came back three more times through the night, hooking me up to the breast pump to drain my titties, usually seated on the chair with the dildoes attached, and often there was one or two of the other staff visiting as well. They would play with my hairless cunny, to stimulate me so my milk flow would increase, and the men would shoot their spunk on me as they watched. The ladies would stand beside me so that I could finger their pussy, and sometimes climb onto the table to allow me to lick them as well. Before I went back to bed I would be cleaned up, but I always woke up with some sperm on my body somewhere, from my other, unknown visitors.
In the morning, Dr Forrest came round to see me, asking if I’d had a good night, to which I replied that it had been tiring, but a great deal of fun. She checked my chart, smiling at just how much fun was recorded there, then she had me kneel up on the bed, on all fours, while she used a pair of long tweezers to remove the grapes that had been stuffed in my cunny. She watched as I put on my garter belt and stockings, high heels, skirt, and blouse, but was not allowed my underwear as she said they had no clean ones for me, so I would have to go home without any, naked beneath my outer clothes.
I was given a list of things to do over the following week, including being milked at least four times a day, and instructions to have a discussion with my Mom concerning my cherry.
She gave me a precription for a much stronger suction pump than I currently had at home, so that I could also enlarge of my nipples, clitoris, and labia, when my milking had finished. Along with the prescription was an information sheet for the recommended frequency and intensity to be used with the pump, as well as the address of a shop where I could get the prescription filled.
My task list also included her reccomendation that I get a series of body piercings, with a minimum of one horizontal piercing through each nipple, and a vertical piercing through my clitoral hood. Both of these would, she said, vastly increase my most basic orgasm, and also provide increased sensations just from wearing normal clothing. She’d added the address of a body studio who would make sure I received special service just by mentioning her name.
The final thing she gave me was a recommendation to her friend who had made the corset I’d worn the day before, with a view to becoming a part time model for him to test his new designs on. While I was under no obligation to enter into a permanent arrangement with him, Dr Forrest said that she would expect me to have at least two sessions at his studio, and that I should be a good girl for him.
I was told to phone in after the week was up, and talk over with Dr Forrest if I wanted to take her up on any of the treatments she had offered me. She stood up then and showed me to the door, giving me a kiss goodbye, while she put her hand beneath my skirt, rubbing my clit, then said she looked forward to seeing me again soon.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight (this post)– posted here
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
hugs from Katie
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