My head was spinning in shock and disbelief. My stomach felt full--how much milk did I drink? A pint? More? I must have spent at least five minutes on each of Gwen's magnificent breasts, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of her rich, sweet milk. I had never seen such an incredible pair of tits, hell, each tit alone probably rivaled every other pair of breasts I'd ever seen combined. It was unbelievable just moments ago those engorged zeppelins had been crammed into my face while I worshipped them.
No, I guess. Not worshipped them. I was being served them. Yeah they were the tits of a goddess but whether out of sympathy or just pity that goddess was presenting them for me to enjoy their incredible nectar.
My dizziness began to take focus, I realized I didnt just feel lightheaded from the meds or the mesmerizing soft smell of milky boobs. I felt hard a hard throbbing below my milk-full stomach. Each heartbeat pumped more blood into my already diamond-hard cock, straining against my skin like I was going to burst. Unthinkingly I raised my bedsheets and pulled up my hospital gown. I had never seen my cock so hard before, pointing straight up from my lap it shuddered and throbbed, veins clearly visible along my shaft, my red head pulsing outward, wide and dripping with precum. My hand gripped my stiff member, fingers unable to close around my girth, my head sticking up well above my fist, plenty of shaft still exposed and throbbing beyond my grip.
Mindlessly I began to pump my hand, providing relief to the aching throb threatening to tear my cock apart. My hand glided up and around my head, I made a twist to smear some precum on my palm and around the edge of my head, then began to pick up speed. My hand glided up and down my cock like stroking a piece of glass. Those tits! The look of them. The feel of her long, plump nipple in my mouth. The taste of her milk. I remembered the spill of milk near my head and turned, taking a deep breath of the aroma left behind. The smell was enough, bringing my thoughts back to where I had been seconds ago, buried in soft, delicious tit.
My cock throbbed harder still and I felt my orgasm build. My scrotum contracted, I felt my pelvis clench. My body paused in a way I never felt before, the extreme hardness of my penis briefly holding me back until the pressure was too much and semen erupted out of me. I felt like a thunder god blasting out lightning. A massive wad of white cum shot inches into the air, raining back down on my torso. Another. Another. Each blast carried slightly less force, had slightly less volume, until eventually the last of my sticky white cum just oozed out of my cock and down over my fingers.
I caught my breath in a moment. I couldn't remember ever coming that hard before. I finally released my cock, the thick hard instrument still firm, only just beginning to slowly relax. I relaxed in the ecstasy of my release, letting out a long, slow breath.
I didn't get to relax long. After a few minutes there was a light rapping at my door. Hurriedly I threw the sheets over myself just as Gwen entered, rolling in a small cart with two trays heaped with breakfast foods.
She was already changed into fresh scrubs, and otherwise looked as neat and kempt as when I first saw her, long brown hair in a ponytail. Her face radiated warmth and calmness.
"Hi Jake, I know you--" she looked up from the cart and looked at me, then down at my cum-soaked sheets. "Oh! I should've asked if you needed help before I left. I'm so sorry."
My face reddened with embarrassment. "Oh... it's, um, it's not..."
She gave me a delicate smile and a wink. Wordlessly she closed the door behind her then glided to a cabinet, taking out some fresh linens. She instantly removed the topsheet and tossed the sticky wad into a bin.
"Roll to one side," she directed me. I rolled to my left and with practiced precision she plucked away half the bedsheet and applied half the new one.
"Now the other side." I rolled towards her. Rather than move to the other side she reached over me. With less outrageously oversized breasts she probably would have just brushed against my arm. Instead her massive breasts crowded around me, her torso gently pressing them into me side as she reached over me. Even through the fabric of her scrubs I could feel their warmth, and as she shifted to get the bottom corner, the hardness of her nipples.
"Okay almost done." She heaved her breasts off of me and I rolled onto my back. I hadn't realized this whole time while I'd thrown the sheets over my still-hard cock I hadn't pulled down the hospital gown, my thick red member still stood at attention in the center of the bed, glistening with slowly drying cum. I rushed to pull down the gown and Gwen whooshed a fresh top sheet over me, seemingly professional and indifferent.
"Trade you for a new pillow?" She returned to the cabinet and tossed a clean pillow across the room to me. I picked it up and slipped the milk-stained one out from under my head and sent it back to her with a gentle underhand. She reached out her hands and caught it against the front slope of her bosom, then to the bin.
She took one platter of food and placed it on a rolling tray, sliding it over my chest, rolling the cart around to the other side of the bed where she pulled up a chair next to me.
"I hope it's okay if I eat with you. We really launched in there but now could be a chance to answer any questions. And get to know each other... we'll see a lot of each other over the next two weeks."
I nodded. "That's, uh, fine. I'm not sure I'm very hungry."
She giggled, covering her mouth.
"Yeah you had a very thorough treatment, but you should try to at least eat some protein, once it starts to work your body will accelerate certain metabolic processes."
Gwen began to cut into a stack of pancakes. I reached up to the plate and grabbed a strip of bacon and took a bite. Swallowing the heaviness of my stomach abated. I finished the strip of bacon and reached for another. While I timidly pecked away at bacon, Gwen had plowed through a third of her pancakes, some amount of eggs and at least a couple of sausage links.
She saw me look at her and began to laugh again, sliding a fork out of her mouth.
"I probably look crazy! As you might imagine I've got to eat a lot." She tapped her free hand on the top of her boob, which joyously wobbled in response.
"For your boo--um, breasts?"
"Well, for the milk, of course." She winked, "like I said, have to keep my nutrients healthy to help you."
She took a few more bites of pancake while I just watched. Her appetite was impressive and her ferocity with food made her seem a little more human and approachable.
"Can you tell me a little more about the study?" I finally asked.
"Sure," she paused her breakfast, "but you should eat some eggs while I talk. You'll need it, really."
She leaned back and rested both hands on top of her breasts, her arms dug into the sides of the soft orbs, which only highlighted the prominence of her nipples strained against her shirt.
"Well, you should probably know, you're not really the subject of the study. We know the treatment works, although we're definitely interested in any side-effects you might have. The nursing staff are actually the ones being studied, Cooper's trying to figure out the right dosing and protocol for our drug."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well this all started with a new drug Dr. Cooper was testing. I guess it was to help new moms with milk production or something, but she began to notice some other effects in early tests. With continued use, the same drug metabolizes into something else when our bodies make milk, and that new chemical seems to stimulate healing, especially of bones, and some other metabolic processes. So really Cooper wants to find out the right amount to give us so we can deliver the most effective treatments."
