MILK NURSE By evilbread666

Jim kissed his wife on the forehead before he left for work. Today he would be starting his new job. He just completed his classes to be a nurse, and the company SmartMed picked him up almost immediately. He had always heard things about male nurses being a sort of funny profession, but the pay was right and he was excited to get started. SmartMed was a company that handled strange medical cases. They required smart nurses who showed a lot of promise, with a sturdy head and a lot of drive. Jim wasn't one to brag, but he was at the top of his class, and he felt he deserved this immediate jump into the working world.

He was skinny, which paired well with his wife, who was similar at 5'4. He had short brown hair and brown eyes, and could generally be considered handsome. His wife was quite pretty, with blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. They had been married for about a year, and she had worked to get him through nursing school. Things were about to really pick up for the two.

He arrived at the office, which was really more of a hospital. It was enormous, stacked ten stories high, with a cafeteria, library, game room, and all of the other works. He approached his recruiter, John.

"Good morning, Jim!" he said, sipping on some coffee.

"Hey there Sir. I'm excited to get started."

"That's the spirit. So, we figured we'd just throw you in and see how you handle yourself. We'll provide you with the paperwork, and all of the vitals and such. We're going to stick you with one of our regulars. She has a lactation issue."

"Lactation?" I asked.

"Yes. She overproduces milk. Her breasts are enormous due to this issue. She's a pretty big girl to begin with, but this issue has blown her to absurd proportions. You will need to make sure she is adequately milked. Her name is Rachel."

I swallowed hard. I knew this place was a facility for bizarre issues, but I hadn't really planned for this. I wonder what my wife would think if she knew I was hanging around a girl with huge breasts. It was always a fantasy of mine to be with a large breasted girl. She was definitely not endowed, and it had come up here and there in our relationship.

We walked to a door on the third floor. "Here she is," John said. He pushed the door open. "Let us know if you need anything." With that, he walked away, and I stepped into the room. Inside was what looked like a fairly normal apartment, maybe a studio. It was far from a hospital room, that much is certain. In front of me was a couch, and a girl with brown hair was sitting on it, facing away from me. I could only see the back of her head. She was watching something on TV.

I walked to the side of the couch and said "Hi Rachel."

She turned. She was chubby, there was no mistaking that, but she wasn't really fat. She actually had a cute face, with brown eyes complimenting her curly brown hair. She was wearing short shorts, which displayed her thick, tanned legs. But what dominated her upper body had to be her breasts. They were positively huge, literally the size of beach balls. She had on a green tank top and a white undershirt, both of which were being stretched to their limits. My eyes were probably popping out of my skull, as I had never seen boobs of this size. She had a sort of uncomfortable look in her eyes, and how could you not?

"Hello," she said.

"I-I'm name is Jim," he said, not really making sense. She didn't seem to notice.

"Nice to meet you, Jim. Are you my nurse? I'm used to having female nurses..."

Thinking about a skinny girl handling these breasts almost made him shoot a load in his pants, but he somehow kept his composure. She seemed like a really sweet girl, and to think such dirty thoughts about her felt really sickening, but it was hard not to given the situation.

"Well, they told me what your situation was, so I guess I'll go get some lactation equipment," he said, turning to go.

"Wait," she said. She looked really shy. "I can't use a machine, or tools, to lactate."

"Why not," he asked, unsure of what he was supposed to do.

"They irritate my skin. They make me really uncomfortable. I'm sorry, Jim, but I need these to be sucked on. By a human."

"By me?" he asked. This was unbelievable.

She looked at her feet, meaning she looked into her massive cleavage. "Yes..."

"Umm... ok. Well, how would you want to do this?"

"Well, what I usually do is place the nurse on my lap while sitting in the bathtub. It's fairly spacious, so we'll have enough room. Plus I get to pretend I have a baby, which is the only thing I've ever wanted in my life." She gave a soft chuckle. There was definitely some irony in her explanation. She noticed he was wearing a wedding ring. She felt like he was a cute boy, so he must have a cute wife. She wondered if she had... similar traits.

"Okay, let's get started then." They headed to her bath tub, which conveniently had a stool placed right outside of it. She sat on it, which is where he noticed how large her butt really was. There was no better description than thick. She was the polar opposite of his wife; whereas she was skinny, short, and flat chested, Rachel was thick, tall, and buxom beyond compare. Rachel made his wife look like a little boy. Hell, she made HIM look like a little boy.

He laid out on his back on her lap. There was almost enough room for half of his body; his legs hung limp. Her large left breast, still clothed, was placed against his face. If he thought they were big before, it was nothing to this. Dear god, he was actually scared it might crush him.

"Are you comfy sweetie?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Can I call you sweetie?"

"That's fine."

"Ok, good." She smiled. "I'm taking off my shirt now." She pulled off her green tank top, the fabric rubbing against his face. Now he was being pressed up against a white tank top, with wet stains where her nipples were. There was so much more flesh visible now. he could feel his cock getting hard. he hoped it wasn't too noticable.

"Ok honey. I'm going to pull it out. Go ahead and suck on it, all of the milk will spill into the tub." She paused. "Feel free to drink it if you want. It should be pretty sweet."

With that, she pulled out her left breast and let it flop onto his face. Her nipple was huge. In fact, it was probably bigger than his wife's entire breast. She placed her hand on the back of his head, grabbing hold of a bit of hair, and eased him forward. His lips embraced her massive nipple, and his mouth was immediately flooded with rich milk. She was right, it was very sweet, but he wasn't ready for how thick it was. Both of his hands were kneading her left breast, forcing milk out of them. To say he was overwhelmed would be an understatement. White, creamy milk was now erupting out of his mouth and dripping all over his face, draining into the tub. She moaned as she forced his head into her tit; it was a certain euphoria having a cute boy suckle on her nipple. She was used to feeding female nurses, most of whom hated the experience. To other girls, it was fairly demeaning, and not something any of them wanted to do. Her breasts were extremely intimidating, with other girls being very jealous at times, or horrified, it was hard to tell. She had begun to wonder over time if she was a lesbian, as she would get wet while feeding girls while they struggled with her massive breasts' weight and milk volume. But she now knew that it was merely the suckling turning her on, as she was getting wetter than she'd ever been with this little boy.

She stroked his hair quite a bit while she moaned, biting her lip and closing her eyes. Jim pulled off of the breast for a moment gasping for air. Milk dribbled out of his mouth. His hair was drenched. "Are you okay baby boy?" she asked in a motherly voice.

"I'm... fine..." he panted. She was too in the moment to stop. She shoved him somewhat violently back into her breast. Milk was streaming endlessly from her tit now. He tongued her big nipple in an almost blatant sexual way.

"Mmm, you're good at sucking my breasts," she muttered. "I'm more used to having women suck on them, not guys." She thought for a moment. "Maybe you're a little too good. Tell me, does your wife have big boobs?" She plopped him off for a moment.

"No... these are... huge," he gasped.

"I think that's enough out of this one. Let's try the other. She spun him around on her lap. He was grateful for the moment of rest. As the right breast plopped out, it was clear that the milking process had already begun. The two of them continued for a while. "I'm going to give you a jug of this milk," she said. She was now holding a milk jug in the tub, catching some of the escaping milk. She easily filled up the jug. "I want you to take it home and give some to your wife. It's a gift from me." He sucked on her other massive tit for a solid five minutes.

After he was done with her, he toured the facility. There wasn't a whole lot to look at, or maybe he was just a bit disoriented from the events from earlier. He returned home that night to his wife, who was in another room. He placed the jug in the refrigerator, and started thinking up a story about work. He prayed he didn't smell like milk.

———x———

Jim made his way to work a bit faster today. His new job at SmartMed had recently led him to some... interesting assignments. He and his wife had drunk Rachel's sweet milk for breakfast. She asked where it came from, and he was still a bit too nervous to be totally honest, so he told her the hospital provided it. The milk was easily the best milk either of them had over tasted. Additionally, there was something eerie about knowing that it came from a pair of enormous breasts.

As he walked into the office, John was where he was yesterday, sipping his coffee. He was reading the paper with one leg crossed over the other, casual as a clam. Apparently, this strange hospital of oddities was completely normal to him. He was excited at the prospect that this bizarre turn of events could be his normal day, his nine to five.

"Hey there Jim! How was your first day yesterday?"

"Great John! I didn't realize just how interesting working here would be."

"Well I'm glad. You're going to find that nursing school didn't really prepare you for what you would find here. Maybe you can learn a whole new side of medicine." He took a sip of coffee.

"Well, Rachel is with Trish right now. She was complaining earlier, so we had to have someone help her our early. Are you ready?"

"Of course," said John.

"Okay, let's get to it."

Jim made his way to Rachel's room. The door was already open. He peeked in, but nobody was in the main room. There were some movement noises coming from the bathroom. He assumed they must have already gotten started.

Trish was a regular of Rachel's. Rachel pretended that the two had a good relationship, and it wasn't that they didn't, but Rachel honestly preferred her due to her nice lips. Trish was her go to girl whenever she needed her breasts sucked, which was obviously quite often.

For Trish, it honestly was a fairly awful experience. She felt incredibly demeaned and embarrassed. After all of her time in nursing school, it felt so savage to be manhandled by this woman's breasts. But here she was, knees on the floor of a large bathtub, sucking on Rachel's massive breast. Rachel was sitting on her stool, as usual. She had just started when she heard the door open. Rachel turned her head to see Jim. She secretly had a crush on him, and her heart stopped when her eyes met his. Not thinking, she pushed Trish's face harder than normal into her left breast. Trish squealed and squirmed, milk now spilling over her face.

"Oops, sorry Trish!" she said, quickly relinquishing a bit. She turned to Jim. "Hi sweetie," she said, blushing just a little bit. Today she was wearing a pink shirt, and it looked like she may have had some make up on as well. She had light purple skirt on, which her beefy thighs were filling out fully. As she turned, Trish's head went with it. Jim still was unable to see her face, just a head of long blonde hair. Both of her hands were groping her one boob, and they appeared to be fighting a losing battle. She tapped breast with one of her hands, and Rachel let her off.

Rachel wasn't too pleased that Trish was here at the moment. Considering her feelings for Jim, she thought Trish was a very pretty skinny girl, someone the guys would consider more attractive than her. She was teetering here; if Jim liked big boobs, she was the obvious choice. But if he was into skinny girls with pretty faces (as most guys are), then she felt she was out of luck. She decided she would push for the former and accentuate that today. She wasn't normally so ruthless, she just really liked Jim and wanted to see where she could get with him.

Trish gasped for air, but she noticed him. "Oh hey. I'm Trish, you must be Jim." She indeed was a pretty girl. She had some nice features, though like his wife, she was skinny as a rail. Not to say that's a bad thing, but in comparison with the big boob queen next to her, she felt a little lacking in the meat department.

"Hey Trish! Yeah, that's me. I'm the noobie around here. How are you doing?"

She looked exasperated and red. She had milk dripping from her face. "I'm... doing amazing. Never better." Rachel pushed her back in, and Trish complied, sucking more and more milk.

"I'm super glad you're here, Jim!" said Rachel. Trish was now back in action, Rachel holding onto her hair. "Did you drink any of that milk?"

"Yeah, you were right! It was delicious and sweet."

"Did you share it with your wife?"

"Uh, yeah. She really liked it to."

Rachel blushed. "Haha, well I guess I could say I've breastfed you and your wife now."

Jim laughed awkwardly. "Yep, I guess you could. Okay, are you ready to get started? Should I take over for Trish?"

"I'm really feeling full today," she replied. "Is there any way you both could do it at the same time? One on each boob?"

She had her other massive tit flopped out. Milk was already dripping from the exposed nipple. It looked swollen and ripe, like it had been producing milk on overdrive since he left her yesterday. With one hand, she gently squeezed the breast, and milk squirted out in a stream in front of her. Jim couldn't help but stare at that, and Rachel took notice. "Are you going suck on my breast, Jim?" she asked, in an oddly stern, dark tone.

"You got it," he said back to her, his voice quivering just a bit. He got into the bathtub on his knees. She spread her legs, her pink underwear slightly visible from his vantage point. Trish was now elbow to elbow with Jim, but Rachel moved her knee in a way that slid her to her left side, outside of her legs. Jim ignored the strange show of dominance and eased into her body. His face found its way to the large monument of milk, and his hands rested on either thigh. He licked her nipple, and immediately got a taste of her sweet nectar.

"I've been waiting all morning for you Jim. Nobody sucks milk out of me like you do," she said softly, her hand now stroking the back of his head. An erection was forming in his pants, and unfortunately, he was in no position to hide it. Rachel got excited. "And I'm starting to think you've been waiting all day too."

He felt humiliated. "Well, you're definitely one of, if not the most interesting patients I've ever had." Her fat boob was now dangling in front of his face, brushing up against his nose. He looked to his side to see Trish drenched in milk. The weight of Rachel's breast had bent her backwards, and she was desperately trying to push back against them, but to no avail.

"Don't worry about her, sweetie. We do this all of the time. She can never lift it, so it slowly pushes her down. She won't get hurt or anything. Now, where were we?" His mouth wrapped around her thick nipple and he started sucking like a baby. Milk immediately exploded into his mouth, just as sweet as it was for breakfast. The milk engulfed his mouth quickly and started dribbling down his neck. She started talking to him, almost casually.

"So today I woke up, and I just felt full. Like my boobs were blowing up with milk. On one hand, it was uncomfortable, but on the other hand, I was excited because it meant we would have something to do together. I really had a good time yesterday, and I think you might be my new favorite nurse. You're the cutest for sure." She pulled him in closer. His face was now buried into her right breast. At this rate, he felt like he may suffocate in there, so he stopped sucking and pulled back for a second. "Do you need some air, sweetie? It's okay that I call you sweetie right?"

He was gasping for air, but managed a nod. Trish was now on her back on Rachel's left thigh, her massive tit now completely covering her face. Her legs were squirming a bit, but Rachel seemed pretty confident that everything would be okay, so he ignored it. She eased him back into her nipple, where more milk awaited.

"I know your wife would think this kind of thing is weird. She probably wouldn't understand if she saw us doing this, would she? I wonder if she would hate seeing you suck another girl's boobs? I know a lot of the girls here look at me like I'm some kind of freak, and they choose to hate me for it. If your wife saw you sucking milk out of a giant breast like a little baby, do you think she would get upset? Even if it was for medical reasons?"

Jim popped out again. He was now as drenched as Trish in delicious milk. His hard on was now fully going, and he felt almost ready to burst. "She would... not like to see it. Her breasts are... she can't compete..." Rachel pulled him back in.

"Of course she wouldn't," Rachel said. She gave Trish some air. "Aw, you don't think your wife can compete with my breasts? Sweetie, that's why I like you. You make me feel so good. But I'm jealous of her. She gets to wake up every morning next to a cute boy like you. I'm just up here all alone every night. I can just imagine rolling over every morning and finding someone like you next to me, someone to hug and hold and kiss. Maybe I wouldn't need a nurse, I would have a baby boy to do all that for me haha! Does that make me a bad person, to want what your wife has?"

"Of course not..." he panted. "I'm actually quite flattered."

She looked down at him and smiled. He looked up at her, still a bit dazed.

"I think I'm good for now. I'll see you tomorrow?"

Jim nodded.

"Awesome! I can't wait!" She excitedly hugged his face and pulled him into her huge chest. His arms were pinned to his sides, but they desperately tried to push against her belly. His face was wet with milk, but in between her exposed breasts, he was unable to slip out. Rachel whispered into his ear "Let's see if your wife can compete with this." She let him go, and he said his goodbyes. He walked to the locker rooms, trying to shake off what had just happened.

———x———

Jim made his way into the locker room. He found Trish in there, still drenched in milk. She was washing her hair in a sink, running her hands furiously through the strands and spitting as much as she could down the drain. She truly was a beautiful young woman, with gorgeous blond hair and a thin, toned body. Seeing her all wet was every man's fantasy, but wet with milk was slightly different than expected.

"You ok?" Jim asked, approaching Trish at the sink.

"Yeah," she replied, annoyed. "I'm fairly used to it by now. I've been working with Rachel for a few months now. I know what I'm getting into with her."

"What a strange place to work. I never, in all of my training, thought I would have to do anything like this before."

Trish stripped down to her bra and panties, then walked to her locker to grab a change of clothes. He was a bit surprised by her boldness to get undressed in front of a man. He wasn't complaining, mind you, just a bit surprised. She started slipping on a new nurse's uniform. "Those huge boobs of hers can be quite a handful, literally and figuratively. You see busty girls in magazines that you think are well endowed, but they are nothing compared to Rachel. I wouldn't let my husband anywhere near her. They would probably be drooling all over the place. They would probably drool more saliva than her tits drool milk."

Jim laughed nervously. "They are quite big, aren't they? They must be stupid painful for her back, right? I've never had to deal with female issues, obviously, but I mean come on. They are like two watermelons strapped to her chest. They have to at least be uncomfortable. The poor thing has to live with them."

"Well, for some reason, I just don't feel sorry for her," Trish said, sounding impatient. She closed her locker. "Take it easy noobie." She walked out of the room. Jim waved after her. Well she certainly didn't sound thrilled. Perhaps she found treating Rachel to be embarrassing. It was possible, considering she just spent her morning sucking on another girl's massive breast, digesting her sweet milk and getting drenched. She probably felt like she was better than that, and she was probably right. Jim decided he would grab something to eat; all of that breastfeeding had made him hungry for some solid food. He opened the door and turned to head towards the cafeteria, when he ran into a body.

"Oops! Sorry!" came Rachel's voice. Jim, on the other hand, barely managed to put his arms up in time to block his face from jamming into her cleavage. His arms looked tiny in comparison to her large chest, which was bulging out of her tight pink top. He pushed off of her breasts a little bit to get some distance, and to shake off the collision. She grabbed his arms tight. "Are you ok?" she asked. He nodded, still trying to shake off the cobwebs. "Jimmy, you're so nice. I wanted to thank you for your help earlier. I feel so much better. Actually, you seem to know how to make me feel better. Both times you've helped me, I've felt amazing. I think you have talent at... what it is you do to me. I prefer you to the other nurses."

"Well thank you," he said. "It means a lot."

"Would you mind having lunch with me? I don't really get along with most of the people here. They look at me like a weirdo." She was blushing. It would take a cold heart to turn down this poor girl's request.

"Of course. I'm starving. Let's get something to eat." The two walked out to the cafeteria. After getting some food, they decided to eat outside. There was a place on the patio that nobody went to, and Rachel seemed to prefer solitude. But upon reaching the spot, all it was was a small bench. Jim looked around. There appeared to be no other tables or anything. "Is this it?"

"Yes," Rachel said innocently. "Why, is there not enough room? Do I take up too much space on this bench that you can't squeeze into it with me?"

Jim had been backed into a corner. "Oh, of course not. I just wanted to sit across from you. We can make do though." He may have spoken a bit too soon. The bench was a lot smaller than it seemed. With her on there, he felt mashed against her thigh. Rachel must have picked up on this and spoke up about it.

"How about you sit between my legs, Jimmy?" She spread her legs open. Hesitantly, Jim got up and moved in between her meaty thighs. He rested the back of his head against her giant rack. Her air bags were actually really comfortable. The two talked about random junk, music, television, and other stuff. He noticed, as the conversation continued, his head sank further and further into her cleavage. She was leaning back as time progressed, taking Jim with her. It was a weird phenomenon, but his body had decided that it did not want to resist it. "So can I tell you something, Jimmy? And you have to promise not to freak out."

"You can tell me anything, Rachel." Jim's head was now surrounded by tit flesh. He could feel something stirring inside the two milk tanks.

"Okay," she said, sounding nervous. "Ever since you came here, I have been having funny feelings. Like, I really looked forward to your visit today. And I am looking forward to your visit tomorrow. I'm looking forward to anything involving the two of us being in the same room." She wiggled her chest left and right, ever so slightly, and his head went with it. "I feel like we have a special kind of relationship," she continued, reaching down to his pants and feeling his throbbing erection. She let out a soft giggle. "And I know you feel the same way."

"We most certainly do have a special relationship," Jim said, blushing and trying to figure out the right words to say. "But what's most important is that it's a nurse patient relationship. All business we conduct together must be for a professional and or medical purpose. Your situation is, admittedly... unique. But it's still medical, and I will always try my best to make sure you're well taken care of."

"But I just want to hold you and feed you my sweet milk all day and all night. I know I can give you things no other girl can."

"Well, it looks like my lunch is over," Jim said, jumping to his feet. He had decided her had heard just about enough. He wasn't willing to risk his medical career for this, and decided it best to try to dodge the situation entirely. "It has been a pleasure Rachel. I will see you tomorrow. Please, try to have yourself a nice day."

"Bye Jimmy. I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow..." she said. Somehow, she didn't sound defeated. Jim walked away, towards the boss' room. He had some questions he needed answered.