Nursed Back To Health Pt 05

Gwen had helped me pivot to the side of my bed and trepidatiously stand. A flash of pain shot along my thigh, but only for a moment, dulling into the ache of my legs returning to service.

"How's that?" She asked. She held herself against my body, her shoulder under my right arm, one breast smashed against my ribs while the other wrapped around the front of my check in its own warm embrace. My well-spread coating of semen had already dried on her breasts, her skin smoothly slid against mine.

"It hurts a little... but nothing like the break."

She pressed herself against me more firmly. "Guess the treatment works."

"Thanks."

"Oh, you're quite welcome. Okay, try walking with me."

Hugging her tits against my body, Gwen helped guide me across the room and into the bathroom. Never fully releasing me, Gwen pulled down her pants, revealing to me for the first time her firm round ass and her light brunette bush over her pussy. She turned on the shower and then carefully guided us under the spray. While she'd given me plenty of cleanup in bed it was the first time I'd felt the spray of liquid on my body other than her breastmilk in days. I held my face under the water enjoying the cleansing feeling.

"You still should go easy, I'll take care of cleaning us," Gwen told me. She squeezed a soap dispenser on the wall and began to build up suds on her right breast. She released my support a little to worm her hand into her cleavage and soap both boobs. Slick with bubbles she massaged them against me, slowly pivoting around me, but always keeping me slightly supported by her own strength. She pivoted around me, washing my body with her soapy breasts.

"Hold yourself against the wall," she told me. I reached out an arm and she let herself out from under my shoulders fully, although her sudsy boobs never left contact with my body. She rubbed them all over my chest and down my stomach. I loved the feeling of being pampered all over by these soft, wet tits, the softness only broken where I felt the thick hardness of her well-used nipples pressing into my skin. She slowly worked herself down my body, eventually kneeling on the tile floor in front of me. She squeezed her breasts around and down my hips, pulling my spent cock between them. I was still tender with the force of my orgasm, but the pressure of those soapy breasts was irresistible. She worked her way below my cock, pressing herself onto my thighs. She moved side to side, long firm nipples rubbing against me. My cock hung limp at the top of her cleavage. Although depleted and softening, I thought I still looked thicker and longer than usual, a testament to how impossibly hard she had made me.

Gwen admired the way my flaccid length looked rolling over the top of her tits as she cleaned my legs. A vein still pulsed along the top of my shaft and my head was bulbous and red. The shower rinsed away the soap and she leaned forward, her breasts further enveloping my thighs, kissing the head of my cock. A throb infused life back into me. I began to stiffen again, and I felt my girth hardening against the pillowy breasts beneath it.

I think reasonably, the tile was hard on Gwen's knees, but this was a hospital shower. She raised herself up slightly, and reaching and arm behind me cupped by ass and pulled me towards her.

"Keep a hold on the wall," she said and glided herself to a bench at the side of the shower. At no point did she allow our bodies to separate, guiding me with her. As she sat up her breasts slipped back up my thighs, encasing my cock between them once again. We were still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of my cock thickening in her cleavage, mining a tunnel between the mountains of her breasts. Her breath became heavier with the sensation.

"I love feeling you get so hard and long in there," she looked up at me. She pulled against me with the arm still wrapped around my ass, thrusting me into her cleavage. Titflesh gave way around me until my cockhead collided with her sternum in between. She smiled contentedly. Looking down I admired the volume of breasts wrapped around me. My cock was fully sunk into to her cleavage but her breasts were large enough they had to splay out to the sides against my hips, on either side a thick red nipple hung out under the warm rain of water. In her seated position her breasts almost dropped down to her lap.

She relaxed her grip on me, I slipped back in her breasts, then she pulled me back in again. I winced slightly.

"Is that okay? Does something hurt?" She asked.

"No... it's very good. I'm just a little sensitive." I took a deep breath as she released and pulled me between her wet melons again. "But this is so good."

She nodded, looking down at her cleavage, my cock buried and invisible, lost inside somewhere. "It's okay if you can't come again yet, can I just enjoy you like this?"

"If you want to titfuck me for you own satisfaction, please, go right ahead!"

Gwen giggled a little, and continued to slowly thrust me between her breasts. She closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of my hard rod between her softness. I looked to my sides, fresh drops of white fell from her nipples, becoming lost in the shower. With my free hand I reach to my side. I grabbed a nipple between my thumb and first two fingers. She let out an excited yelp as I squeezed and began to roll her nipple around. She released her grip on my ass, moving both hands to the sides of her breasts.

"Are you okay?" She asked, "keep your arm on the wall, Jake!"

I complied and she dug her hards into the sides of her breasts, they sank into the supple flesh until she gripped a wide handful of herself in each hand and began to work her tits around my cock. She massaged them against each other, squeezing me in between, while I continued to tug at one of her nipples. I held it tight even as she lifted her breasts up and down, feeling her teat stretch in my hand, the warm dribble of her milk blended into the hot shower.

I was surprised as I began to feel my knees quiver. Pressure built up behind my cock. My breath picked up and I found myself involuntarily thrusting between her wet tits.

"Yes, baby, you have more cum for me?" Gwen asked, her voice eager, almost desperate, "fill me up between my titties!"

Only half aware of the need to maintain my balance I thrusted harder. Each time I pulled back the expanse of jiggly breast easily filled the gap between our bodies, keeping the length of my cock hidden between them. Each time her breasts bulged out to my sides, encasing my hips in her softeness. I tugged and pulled her nipple harder with my thrusts.

"You can do it Jake, give me your cum!" She cried up at me, rolling the portion of tit she could control around me. It was exactly enough. Despite the mighty load I had just unleashed, Gwen's unbelievable body was enough to force still more out of me. I felt an ache inside of me as my prostate contracted to its fullest and my strength almost left my legs. The intensity of this orgasm was only a fraction of the last, but still would have ranked as one of the strongest in my life before this last week. I felt shots of semen fire off into the depths of her cleavage, creating a pool of white cum, hidden between her breasts. I fired shot after shot, until finally, aching, my balls were emptied.

Gwen sighed in satisfaction, releasing her hands her breasts dropped just enough to let my cock fall free. The hot water of the shower struck the sticky trail of cum I dragged behind me out of her breasts. As I let myself free she rubbed her hands over her tits, half cleaning them, half absorbing my seed into the soft pale skin of her breasts.

We stayed there under the stream of the shower for a moment catching our breaths.

"I can't believe what you do to me," I finally said.

"I can't believe what YOU do to ME," she retorted, her hands still caressing her breasts, "I don't know what comes over me, I like your body, I like your cock, I like how hard I make you, I like knowing I'm feeding your strength back into your body. I like feeling my power inside of you."

She reached an arm up and finally turned off the shower. Signaling for me to stay still she got up and grabbed towels. She threw one over her shoulders, leaving her nipples exposed, and began to dry me with the other.

"I can't believe you got me to cum again. I must be totally drained."

Gwen smirked at me, paused her toweling a moment she raised her right hand to her breast, dug her fingers into her areola, squeezed and rolled forward, shooting out a fresh spray of milk.

"Not me," she said. "But you'll have to wait for the morning treatment."

Clean and dry she put me in a fresh gown, changed the sheets on the bed and helped me back in. She pulled up fresh scrub pants, but left her top off for now, letting me enjoy the view.

"I think based on your schedule tomorrow we probably won't have time for anything extra after your treatment," she said ruefully, "but I'll try to make it up to you after lunch."

Finally with everything cleaned and ready for the night, she donned her shirt again and departed.

I was awoken the next morning by Gwen's breakfast delivery. As usual she entered, placed down our trays of food and stripped off her scrubs top. I admired the way her breasts strained against the fabric, and the struggle to peel the fabric over her engorged bust before her mammaries finally flopped out, heavy and free.

"For your X-ray today we'll be heading over to radiology," Gwen told me as we started eating, "so I'll wheel you out to the main part of the hospital again. Do you have any questions or concerns about the X-ray?"

I pondered a moment. I'd had dental X-rays and broke my arm once as a kid. "I don't think so."

Wordlessly she nodded, then grasped a breast with two hands and lifted the swollen udder towards my face, biceps visibly flexing under its weight. The pressure of her hands and motion was too much for the load contained within, and a spray of white milk shot across my body, before slowing becoming a steady drip from her thick nipple. I reached forward my hand to help with the weight. There seemed to be no boundaries anymore, and I lifted up the underside of her breast with my hand, sinking slightly into her breastflesh until I encountered the firmness of mammary gland underneath, with its slight resistance. Her breast responded to this new pressure sending forth a fresh spurt. As this spray also receded to a drip she leaned towards me and together we brought her nipple to my waiting mouth and I began to suck.

It might have been my imagination, but Gwen seemed more productive each day, the touch of my lips to her thick cylinder of nipple and wide disk of areola set lose a torrent of milk, rapidly filling my mouth and spilling out the corner of my lips. I knew there would be no shortage to her supply, and if anything should go to waste it should be the thinner foremilk. I swallowed some as milk dribbled out of my mouth onto the bed, wetting my shoulders. The initial flood shortly began to subside and I closed my mouth on her nipple more firmly and gave a strong suck, pulling forth delicious cream in another mouthful. I could feel her nipple thicken and stretch in my mouth as I suckled away. I reached up my other hand, and began to massage and caress the underside of her breast, working more rich milk from their depths.

Gwen released her own hands and I felt the weight of her tit collapse fully into mine. I continued to knead away at the mass of tit, drinking down my morning treatment, lost in the world of tit. I began to notice more wetness on my stomach. I couldn't see past the orb of tit in my face, but I could feel the motion of Gwen's arm, she must have been milking her other teat, lightening its load as much as her hands could.

After a few minutes, Gwen pulled her body back. I sank my fingers as deep into her breast as I could delivering a major blast of milk into my mouth and rocketing her nipple away before I could suck it back in.

"Haaa!" She let out a gasp. "Please, I need relief on the other side!"

She rotated her body, one slightly-softened dripping breast moved away as the other was presented to me, slightly rounder with its internal load, nipple pulled long, but not yet fully stretched to its limits. I didn't wait for her to lift it, my hands shot forward, pulling tit and woman into me and sucking down nipple and a chunk of areola. Hands squeezed into tit, her initial milking having already cleared the way for the thicker cream within. I gave this boob the same groping massage I had treated the other to. Gwen resisted nothing, her breath growing ragged under my attention, her hands busied themselves, one at her other nipple shooting spurts of milk onto the floor, the other it seemed may have dived down the front of her scrubs. I couldn't follow her pace or motions precisely, but eventually her breaths condensed into light moans, I could feel her pulse quickening through the veins running under my hands in her breasts, and finally they built into a soft scream of pleasure and release. A hot blast of milk accompanied, overwhelming my mouth, letting her teat slip away and flop down my face.

Gwen panted, catching her breath. Her hands slowed their motion. I began to lift her tit back towards my mouth, but she pulled back.

"We should get moving to make it to your X-ray," she told me.

Stepping back though her eyes drifted down my milk-splashed body and the tall tent of my erection below.

"Oh," she said, "we probably shouldn't wheel you around like that though."

She looked at the clock on the wall, and thought a moment. Then shrugged, stripping the blanked down, pulling out my cock and seamlessly dove down with her mouth. The massive orbs of tit squished between our bodies and spreading out over the bed as she sucked my cock in. Rather than the sumptuous luxury of the last days' blow jobs she hungrily attacked my dick, sucking away at my cockhead as her wet lips and tongue whipped up and down over the edge of my glans. She drooled down my shaft and a hand reached around the pile of breast to one side, gripping me and joining in the work.

Her hunger for me amplified the sensation. As much as I wanted to enjoy her I understood her intent. I reach my own hand forward to squeeze the tit splayed over my torso, dipping down to tug at her nipple. She gave a surprised moan, but kept my cock in her mouth and accelerated, I tried to milk her nipple in sync. The pleasure combined perfectly, the sensation of orgasm filled my body then funneled into my cock, unloading into her mouth as the first blast of semen. Perhaps aided by the draining the night before, perhaps just her own practice, this time she happily caught and collected the whole load in her mouth, quickly and eagerly swallowing to be ready for the next blast and the next. Swallow after swallow I filled her mouth and she happily gulped down my cum. Her mouth and hand released me and I stopped milking her nipple, letting her stand. Her lips glistened with saliva and cum as she smiled at me and gave one of her little laughs.

"Alright, kept you clean enough this time." She licked the remains on her lips. "Let's put you in a fresh gown quickly and I'll get you in a wheelchair to get you to radiology.

In less than a minute she had me ready. The hardest part was her struggle to squeeze her tits back into her scrubs top, although her nipples were clearly and prominently visible under the fabric.

Opening the door she wheeled me out of my room for the first time in the week. The bright sterile cleanliness of a hospital hallway greeted me, although it was oddly quiet. I said something about that to Gwen.

"Yeah, in our part of the research wing there's not much traffic. It'll get busier as we get into the main hospital."

We turned a corner and I heard some chatter. We shortly approached a nurse's station. Two women were talking to each other. I would have considered their tits huge before, but it would have taken all four breasts together to add up to the volume of Gwen's awesome rack.

"Hey Powell!" One waved. A curly-haired latina, she rested her bosom on the counter to support their weight. "This your mountain-climber?"

"Uh, mountain biker," I answered.

The other nurse, a short redhead, let out a guffaw. "I think you're mountain climbing with Gwen these days."

All three nurses laughed. I felt a tinge of being the butt of a joke, but Gwen placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Hey Erica, taking him over to radiology."

Erica raised her breast up off the counter and pivoted around, and slide some magnets around on a whiteboard.

"You got it. See you back here in a bit. Watch those faucets though," she spun back around and pointed two fingers at Gwen.

As we wheeled and twisted through increasingly busy hospital corridors it wasn't hard to notice the way Gwen turned heads. By the time we got to radiology I realized what Erica's warning meant. Two dark wet spots had formed over Gwen's already prominent nipples. She realized it herself when we arrived in radiology and she helped the tech position me for X-rays, and excused herself to find a new top.

"Damn." The tech said as soon as she left the room. "You in that bone regrowth study in the research wing?"

"Yeah."

"Easy to guess when you got them big titty nurses. Fuck man, what are they doing over there?"

"You don't know?"

"No," he shook his head, "I just know whenever a patient for Dr. Cooper shows up there's always a fuckin' stacked nurse with him, especially yours. Damn. Anyway hold still."

A few minutes later I was done and Gwen returned in a fresh top.

"Y'all have a good day. I'll get these to Dr. Cooper right away." The tech said, sending us on our way, seemingly extending his own opportunity to ogle. Gwen, who thanked him and wheeled me back out into the labyrinth of halls.

"Hey, Jake," she said as the crowds thinned out on our return to the research wing, "has anything seemed different about me over the last few days?"

I wracked my brain. "I've only known you a few days, I think it would be hard to say. What do you mean?"

"Hmm," she thought for a few seconds. "Well, have my breasts seemed different day-to-day?"

"Well I certainly notice you're like--bigger? Or fuller?--in the mornings. And your nipples have seemed more, like, stimulated all the time."

"Hmm," she hummed again and wheeled me along for a few more seconds.

"When I was changing my top just now I had such a hard time fitting into a new one, I just went up a size. But like, I'm maxing out what we stock. And I've definitely felt very productive since my last treatment. And maybe a little like I'm getting bigger."

My mind raced back through the last few days. She was definitely productive. And huge. And her nipples always seemed a little longer and thicker, especially with the attention of my mouth.

Wheeling back past the nurse's station we paused again as Gwen checked it with Erica.

"Have fun, mountain climber!" She waved us off.

Back in my room Gwen helped me back over to the bed. I couldn't stop thinking about her comment, and analyzed the way her breast strained and bulged against her scrubs. Even a size up the fabric still clung to them tightly before tucking back in to the bottom hem of her shirt. She must be bigger, her tits definitely used to strain her other tops like this.

As I eased back into bed Gwen ran her hands down the sides of her breasts, then back around to her waist and down to her hips.

"Well... I had a plan to reward you for waiting patiently for X-rays but I guess we got a little ahead of ourselves." She raised her hands up and pulled on her ponytail.

"Sorry," I offered sheepishly.

A half-smile cocked on her face and she looked at me wickedly.

"Maybe you can help make up for my extra work?" She asked.