Doctor's Experiment - Daisy Rose - ebook
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Innocent and naive Anna isn't at all prepared when she starts creaming despite having never experienced carnal pleasures of any sort.Panicked, she makes an appointment with her doctor, a sexy, intelligent older alpha male who is determined to help her with her problem...in every way possible.She is utterly unprepared for the onslaught of raw physical desire that consumes her.~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~"Oh! I can't be pregnant," I said, more upset now. Discreetly, I wiped away a tear from my eye. I shouldn't be crying. Crying solved nothing. That was my first fear, that I would be carrying the next reincarnate or something, but I peed on the testing stick - well, three testing sticks and they all came back with just a single line. I wasn't pregnant. At least I had that going for me.I was stunned when I felt his fingers on my chin, slowly lifting my face to look into his eyes. "We'll solve this, Anna. No need for tears." Gently, he brushed away the tears spilling from my eyes and I drew in a deep shuddering breath as I gazed into his perfect emerald eyes. His fingers on my chin was warm and comforting.We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity, then he quickly released me and looked away, as if realizing how unprofessional he was being. I took the opportunity to catch my breath again."Since it's not pregnancy, then I would say it's hormonal," he said, clearing his throat."Hormonal?" I echoed, more to fill the silence than in confusion. I knew enough about science to understand what hormones were."Lactation is caused by hormones in the body anyways. Perhaps your body thinks you're pregnant. Do you touch yourself?" He must've seen the look of indignant surprise on my face, because he quickly explained. "This is important and purely professional, Anna."I didn't know if it was the way he said my name, or the authoritative tone in his voice, but I believed him. I shook my head. "I don't.""Surely just a little bit? It's perfectly fine to masturbate," he said in disbelief."I don't have time to do any of that," I admitted. "I still trying to finish my degree full time while finding a job, Doctor Lee," I admitted."You're a student?" he asked, curiosity piqued now."Yeah. Final year in business," I said. "With a minor in art and design.""I thought you said you were going to work?"Busted. "An audition," I felt my ears reddening from being caught in a lie."Oh," he smiled. "We can't have you lactating during your audition now, can we?""No, Doctor," I murmured. "That's why I'm here. I'm hoping you have some temporary fix for this..."

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Mastered 6

DOCTOR'S EXPERIMENT

(Public Humiliation, Exhibitionism, MFM)

Daisy Rose

Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

This is a standalone short story featuring an alpha male doctor dominating an innocent young woman for the first time on an examination table.

It also contains scenes including voyeuristic and public humiliation, MFM, milking, and lots of other steamy scenes.

Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).

Chapter 1: Doctor's Appointment

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Doctor Lee," I murmured, eyes downcast in embarrassment. It was such an embarrassing problem to come to a doctor to, especially a male one! And Doctor Lee was very male.

He was the kind of men my mother would nudge me to talk to in church, handsome, successful, young, and single.

He flashed me a bright smile that went straight between my legs.

"It's no trouble at all! There was a cancellation in the morning, so you filled that spot perfectly. What seems to be the matter, Ms. Auburn?"

"Anna, please," I corrected gently.

"Anna it is then. You're looking beautiful as ever," he complimented.

I felt blood rush to my cheeks as I giggled, then shifted on the examination table. "Thank you, doctor. I'm off to work later," I said, catching myself before I made a complete fool of myself. He was just being nice, of course.

I wore a thick jacket that covered everything. Beneath the coat, I was wearing a skintight red dress with straps over my neck and shoulders. It stopped short of my knee and was a little cold in the doctor's office. I felt overdressed at the waiting area, but not so much in here, where it was colder.

I didn't know why I lied to him about going to work. I was headed to an audition for a potential modeling job. Quite possibly another failure based on my track record. That would make number twenty four in two months. Thankfully, I still had some money to get me through the next month.

"So, tell me a little more about your predicament," Dr. Lee continued. I found his name peculiar until I realized he was mixed. Well, one quarter mixed. His grandfather was Chinese. He had a slight British accent, which he said was a result of spending his childhood there. "When did it start?" he urged when I didn't respond immediately.

My cheeks were positively burning now. "About two days ago. I've sort of just been ignoring it," I admitted, but it was getting impossible to ignore, especially the swelling.

"I see. Do you remember when exactly it happened?"

"Probably three days ago? They were fine before I went to sleep," I murmured, my voice getting softer with each word. It wasn't good to whisper. My agent told me that numerous times. I needed to be assertive and loud to be noticed. The shy ones fall through the cracks and don't get jobs. I knew John had a soft spot for me. Why else would he continue to look for jobs for me to audition to despite all the failures.

"Have you done anything differently that day?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"No," I said.

"Could you take off the jacket for me, Anna?" he asked kindly.

I knew it was a reasonable response. He needed to see what the problem was. But I couldn't help but feel my body heat up to his request to strip. Just a jacket, Anna. It's not like you're naked under that. I gulped and unzipped the oversized jacket I was wearing. I shrugged it off and let it fall on the examination table.

The breeze cause my skin immediately and made my hair rise. I licked my lips and waited for the doctor to say something, but all he did was stare and stare.

My feet dangled on the edge, heels threatening to fall off completely, but I kept my composure even as his gaze lowered from my eyes to my chest region, where my breasts were full and heavy, pressing against the bright red dress tightly. I was wearing a bra, but it did little to hide the fact that my nipples were engorged and pebbled, pressing against the double fabric.

He studied me with a thoughtful expression. There was something else in his gaze though, a keen curiosity that I wasn't sure if I liked. It felt dangerous and quite un-doctor-like.

I shook my head. I went through the day in my head a million times before finally getting the courage to set up the appointment. I didn't do anything differently that day, except perhaps take part in a bikini audition where I had to walk around semi-naked for the better part of the hour. It made me tingle all over just thinking about it.

"Are you currently involved, Anna?"

"Involved?" It was my turn to be confused, but only for a moment. "Oh! No, no! I've never been i na relationship," I admitted, and then realized I had said too much when I saw the look on his face.

"Really? That's unexpected," he sounded genuinely surprised. "You're a virgin?" he asked.

I felt my cheeks burning. "Well, yes," I said.

"I'm sorry. I suppose that rules out pregnancy then," he said.

"Oh! I can't be pregnant," I said, more upset now. Discreetly, I wiped away a tear from my eye. I shouldn't be crying. Crying solved nothing. That was my first fear, that I would be carrying the next reincarnate or something, but I peed on the testing stick - well, three testing sticks and they all came back with just a single line. I wasn't pregnant. At least I had that going for me.

I was stunned when I felt his fingers on my chin, slowly lifting my face to look into his eyes. "We'll solve this, Anna. No need for tears." Gently, he brushed away the tears spilling from my eyes and I drew in a deep shuddering breath as I gazed into his perfect emerald eyes. His fingers on my chin was warm and comforting.

We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity, then he quickly released me and looked away, as if realizing how unprofessional he was being. I took the opportunity to catch my breath again.

"Since it's not pregnancy, then I would say it's completely hormonal," he said, clearing his throat.

"Hormonal?" I echoed, more to fill the silence than in confusion. I knew enough about science to understand what hormones were.

"Lactation is caused by hormones in the body anyways. Perhaps your body thinks you're pregnant. You said you weren't involved with anyone earlier?" he asked.

I shook my head no.

"Do you partake in any sexual behavior, Anna?"

My cheeks couldn't get any redder. "No, doctor?"

"Do you touch yourself?" He must've seen the look of indignant surprise on my face, because he quickly explained. "This is important and purely professional, Anna."

I didn't know if it was the way he said my name, or the authoritative tone in his voice, but I believed him. I shook my head. "I don't."

"Surely just a little bit? It's perfectly fine to masturbate," he said in disbelief.

"I don't have time to do any of that," I admitted. "I still trying to finish my degree full time while finding a job, Doctor Lee," I admitted.

"You're a student?" he asked, curiosity piqued now.

"Yeah. Final year in business," I said. "With a minor in art and design."

"I thought you said you were going to work?"

Busted. "An audition," I felt my ears reddening from being caught in a lie.

"Oh," he smiled. "We can't have you lactating during your audition now, can we?"

"No, Doctor," I murmured. "That's why I'm here. I'm hoping you have some temporary fix for this..."

He sighed. "Not until I find out the source of the problem." He frowned. "Do you partake in nipple play, Anna?" The confusion must've been obvious on my face, since he elaborated. "Have you used pumps on your nipples before? Suction cups maybe?"

"What? No!" The thought of having suction cups on my nipples felt wrong, but completely right at the moment, especially since I felt like I was ready to explode. I ached to reach forward and scratch the discomfort on my nipples, but I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of the doctor.

"Do you stimulate your nipples in any way?"

"Half the time I don't even notice they're there," I admitted. "But perhaps..."

"Perhaps what?"

I frowned. It couldn't be. "A few days ago, I was in a bikini audition," I said. "Maybe it's a reaction to the bikini I was wearing there?" There had been an odd tingling sensation on my breasts throughout the entire audition.

"That's doubtful," he said after a moment. "Do they hurt, Anna?" he asked.

"A little," I admitted. They hurt quite a lot, but I was worried what he would do if I told him that.

"I see... Soreness is to be expected when this happens," he explained. "Did you take anything to help with the pain?" he asked.

"No," I said.

He looked alarmed.

"Would you mind if I do something to relieve the soreness, Anna?" he asked.

I felt my heartbeat speeding up already. My imagination was running wild and I thought of all the kinky things he could do to me. I told my brain to stop being dumb and nodded numbly. He's a professional.

"I'm going to need you to take the dress and your bra off," he said, stunning me completely.

"W-What?" I stuttered, embarrassed.

"The pressure builds because you haven't been relieving it, Anna. It's good that you came when you did, but we have to manually relieve it now."

"I see," I said, not seeing anything at all. "And that'd let me be alright for the audition?" I asked.

"Until we find a way to stop it, yes," he said.

I gave him a nervous glance before removing my dress. Fingers trembling, I started pulling down the straps of my dress over my shoulders. The red dress came off with a little tugging and I felt cold immediately.

"Have you had any change of diet recently?"

I knew he was talking to distract me. I shook my head. "No, I've been eating the same as ever. An egg in the morning, bread when I'm hungry, then whatever the college campus provides in the afternoon," I answered dutifully, trying to take my mind off the fact that I was taking my clothes off in front of the man I had been crushing on for the past year.

Doctor Lee was recommended to me when I first moved to New York since I didn't know anybody there. It was important to make sure my flu and allergy injections were up to date. I was eighteen when I had my first appointment with the good doctor. He hasn't changed at all in the three years that I had known him.

"How have you been hiding the problem?" he asked.

"I've err... I've been stuffing my bra with tissue paper to catch the leaks."

"Has that been working?"

I shrugged and pulled out the soaked tissue from my bra. He offered me a metal bin to drop the paper with, but looked as perplexed as I was by the fact that I was producing so much milk from my glands.