When Gwen returned the next morning I found my obsession with her breasts had reached a new level. After upgrading the size of her scrubs yesterday I had to analyze just how much she strained against her new tops. Of course, she was always fullest in the morning, the pressure of her round, massive boobs against her shirt was obvious watching the fabric stretched tight over her breasts, most of their curvature forming a pair of smooth rounded domes in front, with fabric pulled taut over the valley between, drawing attention to either side where the prominence of her nipples rose into the fabric, stained slightly darker from moisture.
My analysis had to end quickly as Gwen closed the door, and stripped off her top before breakfast, stretching the shirt over the enormous pale orbs that hung off her chest. Her nipples were hard and excited, deep red, milk drops already formed at their tips, slowly growing into thick droplets that splashed down onto the floor.
"Maybe food can go second?" She asked, resting a hand on the curvature of each breast. I nodded and she approached, her hand descending to lift a breast to my mouth. She reached toward her nipple, areola growing more ridged and bumpy as her fingers glided over it to grip herself. Her delicate fingers highlighted the thickness of her teat as they encircled it. Just shy of my mouth her hand squeezed and a spray of milk shot forward, arcing across my chest to reach my mouth. Gwen leaned in closer, the fountain flooded my mouth, and I gulped down what I could. Her nipple finally reached my mouth, and uncontrollably my lips closed on her, pulling her in, feeling a flood of delicious warm milk pour down my throat. Gwen released a sigh as my suckling began to hit a rhythm, drinking her in mouthful after mouthful.
My cock tented the sheets proudly. She reached her free hand over, gently stroking the bulge.
"I'll have to make you wait for a bit," she told me, "you'll be starting PT today."
I didn't know what she meant, but accepted it, the enjoyment of her tits alone was enough to keep me deeply content as warm milk coated my mouth and throat, and I reveled in the texture of her engorged nipple unloading over my tongue.
She got lost in the sensation herself. Eyes closed, breathing heavily while I sucked away for minutes. At last she shook her head, swapping one udder for its partner. Thick cream in my mouth was replaced with watery foremilk, quickly becoming richer as my sucks pulled from the depths of her mammaries.
"Sorry your dose might be a little extra today," she said, "I feel a little... over-productive," she gasped as I sucked her harder, nipple pulled to the back of my mouth. "I could pump but... this is so much better."
By the time she finally pulled away her second tit I felt full of milk. Watching her as she stepped back her tits still seemed full and round, each dripping a white trickle of milk from her wet, red nipples; each drop leaving a trail descending along the texture of her areolas and down the underside of her breast.
"I understand if you don't have room but I definitely need to refill after that." She told me, moving to the other side of my bed and setting up her breakfast, titflesh filling her lap.
I at my own breakfast slowly, so full of her magical milk already.
After breakfast, she dabbed the slow trickle from her breasts as best she could and struggled to contain them under her top again. She guided me out of bed, taking care of my still-stiff dick, and helped me into a wheelchair again, and we headed out of the room.
We approached the nurses desk. Erica was there again. She looked asleep at first, eyes closed, head leaning back, but as we got closer I realized her shirt was rolled up, her medium-brown nipple was squeezed between her fingers, which rolled around it, milk dripping over them. Her nipples were thick and impressive on the tan canvas of her breasts, but they were easily dwarfed by Gwen's titans. Her other hand was hidden below the desk. As we approached Gwen cleared her throat. Erica's eyes popped open.
"Oh, oops!" She said, hand dropping away from the still leaking boob, her other hand shooting back up to the countertop, fingers glistening slightly with moisture. "Didnt realize you'd be coming out, Mountain Climber!"
"Mr. Simms going up to PT today," Gwen told her. Tit still hanging free, Erica spun around to slide magnets around on a whiteboard.
"You got it, have fun y'all." She gave us a little wave. Remembering her still-naked breast she dropped her hand and gave it squeeze, shooting out a squirt of white milk, as if winking goodbye with her tit. She and Gwen burst into laughter, while I looked at them in astonishment.
"So it's not just you enjoying this?" I asked her as we headed down the hall and entered an elevator.
"It's hard not to enjoy it," Gwen told me. "Our treatment makes my--all of our--breasts so sensitive. We don't tell Cooper, but we all feel it. Just this urge for contact, stimulation. Relief."
Her breasts pushed into the back of my head. It felt like she must be squeezing them between her arms as she talked to me. I felt the warm moisture around her nippled spreading against my skin.
When the elevator let us out into another hall, Gwen's breasts pulled back from my head and we entered another door into the therapy room.
It was nothing fancy, a few pieces of gym equipment, some mats, parallel bars at hip height. We were all alone, and she closed the door.
"Since your leg is starting to heal, increasing weight and use on it will help with the calcification of the new tissue and help avoid too much muscle loss. Let me help you up." Gwen came around to the front and helped raise my out of the chair. As I stood in her arms she pulled me slightly into her, letting me feel the embrace of her warm bosom. My cock was still rigidly hard, the tip bumping against her. She pulled me closer for a second, the released slightly.
"I'll help you over to the bars," she said, helping to support me as we crossed the room. My body smothered in tit she then guided each hand to a bar.
"I'm going to let you go slowly," she said, "hold yourself up with your arms as much as you can and then gradually let weight onto your legs."
The softness of her breast pulled away from my body. I felt my arms flex as she stepped away. I slowly relaxed and let my leg pick up more weight.
Gwen took a step back, but kept her arms near me, ready to hold me if I faltered.
"Try taking a few steps, put as much weight on your leg as you can, supporting yourself with your arms."
I carefully swung my unbroken leg forward, feeling the sharp shock in my thigh, my body clenched and I held myself up more by my arms and shifted my weight onto my leg and now moved the healing one to join it.
