Prenatal Escapades

[Sidney_1]

(Closed for Saedo) ~ Enjoy

It had only been through a series of coincidences that Kristin found herself sitting in the office of Dr. Simon Idris, ten minutes prior to her appointment time, in a black dress and boots that she hoped made her look ‘responsible’. She wore her blonde hair loose; adorned simply with a thin, gold pendant and a statement ring.

Time had flown since she had casually talked to Cheryl after their writer’s group a month ago. She had confessed her strong desire to get pregnant, to have a child—NOW. Yes, even as a young, single person! She and Cheryl had spoken for another hour and a half over coffee and then a drink about all her options. They both knew how to plot and discuss story arcs and they pretended Kristen was a character in a story. It was much easier to do an idea dump if she depersonalized the problem. They had laughed about their wild, fictionalized scenarios. But, ultimately Cheryl had suddenly realized that she had a married friend who was in a similar situation and she had conceived after seeing a fertility therapist. Her friend had been vague about the details, but Cheryl had dug further and forwarded her Dr. Simon Idris’s contact information.

Initially, there had been a six week waiting list, but coincidentally, there was a cancellation today and Kristin’s schedule was flexible enough to allow for the appointment. Only two weeks of nervous excitement and hope instead of six weeks!

Kristen reminded herself that she had nothing to lose, here. Dr. Idris was here to help her, and nothing ventured, nothing gained. It almost wasn’t surprising that she was going about the most natural thing in the world. . . having a baby. ..in a convoluted way. But, this urge to conceive had only intensified and she knew it was the right decision to have a baby. Now.

 

[saedo]

Dr. Idris flipped through the file of the prospective patient currently sitting across from him. His skill at helping couples overcome fertility problems was well known. The resulting demand for his services afforded him the luxury could to be somewhat choosy in new clientele. Patients with easily solved problems didn't interest him; any fertility specialist could treat them. He sought out challenges that would fire his blood.

This one had potential. She wasn't like his usual patients: typically married couples rapidly approaching middle age,often with a preexisting medical condition. Kristin Reynolds was under 30, unmarried, and in excellent health. He glanced over his reading glasses - a recent concession to no longer being under 40 - and glanced at the blonde woman sitting quietly in the client chair. Her black dress was conservatively cut, but decades of examining women let him objectively determine that a naked Ms. Reynolds would be an absolute stunner.

He set her medical file down and removed his glasses. "Ms. Reynolds, I've read through your medical records and the questionnaire you filled out during the pre-screen with my nurse. I find your situation rather atypical for a prospective patient, so I want to make sure I have it correct in my mind.

"You are an active, healthy female in her 20s with no detectable abnormalities that might impede your abilities to conceive and bear children. With your fertility, I would expect you to become pregnant within the year.

"However, you are presently not married or otherwise in a serious relationship and you report that it's been several months since your last male partner. You still wish to become pregnant, but you also express a strong aversion to using artificial insemination. Consequently, you wish to become pregnant, but you currently lack an acceptable donor - specifically one which would impregnate you via sexual intercourse - and are actively seeking my assistance to address that need.

"The fact that you have been refereed to me via a former patient suggests that you may already be aware that I have on limited occasion provided treatment options that might address your needs. But before I proceed, I need you to confirm that I have accurately described your situation. Have I, Ms. Reynolds?"

 

[Sidney_1]

“Well, it’s not that I lack an acceptable donor. I just don’t want to involve a personal friends or even a stranger in all of this. I don’t want any hassles about custody and rights. I want my baby to be mine alone, legally. This is non-traditional and thus I'd like to do it privately and formally with your assistance.

I don’t really know any details of how you inseminate your patients, but I would be most interested in a natural insemination via intercourse if that’s an option for me. Perhaps if that was unsuccessful, then I’d consider artificial insemination. This whole process seems artificial enough, and I only have one friend that knows I’m even thinking of having a baby on my own, so I don’t have a lot of social support. Anyway, I’m open to artificial insemination if that’s the only course of action that is available to me. But, I guess I prefer at least one aspect of this artificial process to feel real and enjoyable.”

Kristen’s heart had leapt when she imagined herself being pregnant this year.

“But, yes, you have described my situation and feelings about wanting a child accurately.”

 

[saedo]

Dr. Idris nodded. "Then I think we are on the same page. You require a healthy male to impregnate you, but not one that will be legally or emotionally entangled in your child's life afterwards. In short, you need a male surrogate."

"Since you came here asking for such services, I presume you won't be very surprised to learn I have personally provided such services on occasion. I am a healthy, potent male and I have fathered multiple children. I am also amenable to eliminating any legal connection to the child so that you are the sole parent of record. If you require references, I can put you in contact with previous patients."

"However, I am very selective about whom I offer this service to. I will require fairly strict adherence to my instructions both before and during the pregnancy. Our interaction will continue long past conception and we'll into your final trimester. I may ask you to change your diet, exercise, clothing, or other such aspects of your daily life. I may ask you to do things that you find physically uncomfortable or mentally embarrassing. I may ask you to do things you prefer not to do. You will still be expected to comply.

Idris paused and let her weigh his words. "I realize that this level of obedience may seem unpleasant - even harsh. But you are requesting my assistance in making you a mother. If the commitment I ask is too much for you to bear, I suggest you reevaluate whether you are ready to be a parent."

"You need not decide right now. I'll have Debra make an appointment for you next week if you require time to deliberate."

 

[Sidney_1]

A cold chill went up her spine when he mentioned ‘obedience’. Compliance, she could understand. Why would she be expected to do something that was physically uncomfortable? Why would they still be in contact well after conception?

Kristen couldn’t fathom the reasons.

“Dr. Idris, this is a bold endeavor for me to participate in, too. I’d like to trust both you and the process fully before I commit to it. I’d like to know a little bit more about what I’m getting into and your reasoning. What exactly would I be doing that would be physically uncomfortable and why would you want me to do such a thing? What exactly would the nature of our relationship be after conception? I can certainly understand why you’d want me to make other life alterations as far as diet and exercise are concerned. I presume that you want me to be as healthy as possible so I can conceive and deliver a healthy baby, correct? I am certainly ready to be a parent but I’m not going to sell my soul to you.”

 

[saedo]

Idris smiled slightly. "Ms. Reynolds, I make no claim to your soul, only certain portions of your behavior and occasional use of your body. Allow me to explain."

"I do not believe that in an optimal pregnancy that the male's role ends upon conception. I believe that maintaining a healthy sexual relationship is important throughout the pregnancy. Some studies indicate that regular contact with the father's semen can be beneficial to the mother and consequently for the fetus. This view is not universally accepted, but my participation hinges on it. If you wish me to be my surrogate, then you will consent to regular sexual interactions with me throughout your pregnancy."

"However, my ongoing obligation to provide you with semen donations will become untenable if you are unwilling to provide me the stimulation I require. Consequently, I need your willing participation in the behaviors I find pleasurable in order to arouse me.

"For example, I will require you to exercise regularly throughout the pregnancy. You may find getting hot and tired to be physically unpleasant. You may have to wear clothing you find unappealing and be seen wearing it in public - a potential embarrassment. You might prefer not to do it. But this fitness is good for your cardiovascular health. Likewise, you being in shape appeals to my libido, which enhances my semen production, which is necessary for the aforementioned sexual liaisons. Each of these offers benefits to the health of the child. Consequently, I will ask you to do things you might otherwise choose not to do. But I ask these things for the ultimate benefit of the baby."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen nodded and felt relieved. She could certainly handle that level of discomfort, especially if she knew it was in her best interest. For some reason, she had envisioned that he was talking about other forms of physical torture or extreme sex. But, Dr. Idris wasn’t asking anything that wasn’t unreasonable and he had a good rationale.

Although she didn’t know the details of how Cheryl’s acquaintance had conceived, Cheryl had noted that her friend had been to more than one specialist before having success with Dr. Idris. Most importantly, Cheryl mentioned that both her friend and the friend’s baby were happy and healthy.

“Dr. Idris, I’m ready to commit to this process if you’re ready to take me on as a patient. I’m very eager to be a mother and I think it will be good practice for me to do things outside of my comfort zone.”

Kristen noted that Dr. Idris was blonde, blue-eyed, and handsome. Their baby would look like her as far as hair and eye color. He looked like he cared for his physique, too. Kristen hoped that she’d find Dr. Idris sexy and appealing and that she’d look forward to their sessions, too.

 

[saedo]

"Excellent," Dr. Idris declared. The prospect of impregnating this blonde beauty strongly appealed to him. How fortunate she seemed equally willing.

He glanced up at his clock. "With the time remaining, I recommend we give one another a brief trial run. If we are not compatible, then we should find out now before we begin making plans for the next year."

Dr. Idris stepped from around the desk and sat down at the edge closest to Kristin. This closed the distance between them considerably; her knees while seated were mere inches from his pants.

Idris removed his white lab coat and unbuttoned his shirt. His bare chest was lean and hard, reflecting his many hours swimming laps. "First, it is important that we find each other physically attractive. My methods require regular sexual sessions, so there is no point in proceeding if you find me physically unappealing or vice versa."

"Second, there is a slight possibility of physical incompatibility. My penis is significantly larger than the norm - particularly in girth. Most women adjust to it after awhile, but a few have found my size to be too painful to accommodate. Again, whether it is a problem for you is something we should determine at the start.

By now, Dr. Idris was down to his boxers and socks. "I would like you to stand up and remove your clothes. You may keep your underwear on; I don't need you to be naked for this session. I then want you to remove my boxers and handle my penis. If you feel comfortable proceeding, I want you to attempt to arouse me to the point of erection using whatever methods you choose. You may then make an informed judgment about whether my size will be an issue."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristin sucked in her breath and hoped that Dr. Idris would find her sexually appealing. Had she known there would be a test, she would have worn more makeup and heels. Thank goodness, she had at least worn a nice black bra and black thong underwear.

Dr. Idris stood before her in his boxers, waiting expectantly.

Kristen raised her eyebrows and winked as she glanced at Dr. Idris’s broad shoulders and muscular arms and abs. Sure enough, he had muscular thighs just like she liked.

“So far, so good, Dr. Idris. You’re just my type.”

Keeping her eyes on Dr. Idris, Kristen undid her belt and then unbuttoned her black dress and removed her boots. She was wearing black hosiery that was kept in place with a garter, so she kept that on. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra which pushed her breasts together and they bounced as her bra slid off and she tossed it aside.

Kristen stepped closer to Dr. Idris and caressed his abdomen and chest with one hand, while her other hand caressed his buttocks and then pulled them down over his hips once she knew he was already tenting a bit.

Kristin bent down and gave Dr. Idris her arm to steady himself as he stepped out of his boxers. He was large, and he wasn’t even fully erect. Kristin let her hands graze up Dr. Idris’s calves and thighs as she straightened her body and hugged her full breasts into his chest while keeping one hand lightly caressing on Dr. Idris’s penis and balls.

She waited to see if he would groan or give some sign of approval, before she stepped up her activity.

 

[saedo]

Kristen had removed her bra despite his suggestion that she could leave it on. Interesting. Did she find it more comfortable to be topless? Or had she already discerned his fondness for the female breast?

Hers were a particularly lovely pair - slightly large for her frame, but impressively perky all the same. "May I?" he inquired, reaching for them. He didn't await her answer; as a physician, he instinctively took it as his prerogative to touch his patients.

"Yes, delightfully firm," he pronounced after caressing the underside of her spherical breasts and gently squeezing the flesh. "You have a truly beautiful bosom, Kristen."

He released his grasp and glanced downward. His shaft had plumped up slightly with anticipation, but still dangled downward. Kristen's hand slipped beneath it to cup the heavy scrotum behind. Feeling his testicles in the grip of someone else was arousing, partly because of the inherent vulnerability.

"Ah, you have a gentle touch," he breathed. "Good, good. Now keep stroking just and it should start to rise. Ah, there it goes." His shaft began to thicken, expanding against her fingers.

"Ah-ahhhh, yes," he sighed with burgeoning pleasure. "Now please keep touching it as I become fully erect. Don't stop until you feel comfortable handling my penis."

 

[Sidney_1]

Dr. Idris’s assurance gave her courage. She had stood nearly still, passive, when he had reached for her breasts, assuming he had his reasons. When he had commented positively, Kristen felt a warm flush down her body. The compliment was unexpected, but reassuring.

Kristen continued to lightly caress and stroke Dr. Idris's growing shaft. She didn’t want to stroke him too hard, as there was no lubrication. Kristen continued some simple up and down stroking, occasionally squeezing his head lightly in her hand. She kept her other hand on Dr. Idris’s stomach, lightly caressing him, so she could sense when he tightened his abs, which helped signify to her that she was bringing him pleasure.

“You have a lovely physique yourself. I can see why a lot of women would want you to impregnate them."

Kristen blushed at her own honesty. She wondered how many women he was attempting to impregnate at any given time period.

Kristen focused her gaze on Dr. Idris’s penis- his size and his response to her. That was the whole purpose of this exercise- to feel comfortable with him in her hand and be able to imagine him inside of her. And, to test her attraction to him and his ability to form an erection in her presence.

Kristen stroked a bit more firmly and quickly. As she felt him growing in her palm, it became more challenging to close her hand around his shaft. She could feel him growing stiffer and hard which she found exciting.

Kristen switched hands and continued to alternate between some light, teasing, strokes and firmer, steadier strokes. It had been months since she had had wild, crazy sex. She missed it.

“I feel very comfortable with your penis in my hand, Dr. Idris. I think we’re very close to a full erection. You are well-endowed, but I’d like to think I can be one of those patients that becomes accustomed to it.”

To be honest, Kristen found his penis size exciting on many levels. It was a symbol of his masculinity, his virility, his strength… which in turn made her feel more feminine.

 

[saedo]

Dr. Idris inhaled and exhaled with deliberation as Kristen stroked him to increasing hardness. She was very careful in her touch, but her trepidation seemed to wane with time. Soon she incorporated both hands, growing bolder with his ministrations. She showed definite promise.

He smiled when she declared her burgeoning attraction. "I am pleased you think so. I anticipate that I will very much enjoy our time together in the coming months. I would hope you would as well."

Idris put his hand on her wrist and gently pulled her grip away from his swollen shaft. "Since you are satisfied, you may stop. For today, I only wanted you to be able to evaluate what you to expect when our sessions truly begin."

He resumed his seat on the edge of his desk. His cock continued to bob before him with every heartbeat, but he did his best to ignore it. "You may put your clothes on, Ms. Reynolds," he directed. "While you do, I'll cover what will happen over the coming weeks."

"Based on the information you provided, your next period of fertility is likely will begin this weekend. However, I consider it unwise to attempt conception so soon. While you have tacitly agreed to my terms, you deserve time to fully consider your decision.

"Also, I prefer to prepare your body with an herbal compound that I devised; it offers a mild improvement to your body's fertility to further improve your chance of conception. You may notice some other changes - swelling or tenderness in the breasts, heightened libido, feeling tired. All of that is normal, but call immediately if you experience anything more significant."

"My nurse will give you a month's supply and dosage instructions. The general recommendation is to mix it with milk and drink it like a smoothie."

Idris leaned over to his phone and punched the intercom. "Debra, I'm almost done with Ms. Reynolds. Provide her a month's supply of the precon formula. Let's have her back in about three weeks for labs and tests, then schedule a follow-up with me for the week after to go over the results."

"Yes, Dr. Idris."

He turned back to Kristen. "Tests and labs will let us decide if you're ready to conceive in that upcoming fertility window. If so, we'll schedule some sessions for conception. If you're not ready, we'll try the following month; however, given your age and health, I fully expect your body will be primer to go this first time."

"Do you have any questions? Otherwise, I will see you next month."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen dressed swiftly, but snuck glances at Dr. Idris’s bobbing penis. She was amazed at how easily he could maintain his professional composure despite his erection.

She was full of gratitude that she had passed her first test. . .and that impressive penis would be the means by which she would be impregnated. She couldn’t wait.

Kristen nodded as Dr. Idris explained the need to prepare her body for conception, to prime it, and the importance of giving her some time to reflect on her decision. It made sense. Although she had given single motherhood a lot of thought, she hadn’t really given a lot of thought about being naturally impregnated on someone else’s terms.

“That all makes sense to me, Dr. Idris. Forgive me for asking, but especially with the increased libido effects. . . I presume you would like me to remain celibate with the exception of our sessions together, correct? I’m off of birth control and have been using condoms, but perhaps my body just needs to be focused on our therapy. Otherwise, I am looking forward to following up with you in a month. Thank you very for taking me on as a special patient.”

Kristen sat back down to wait for Debra. She was excited that Dr. Idris thought her body would be primed in a month. It was a shame that he couldn’t impregnate her today, but she knew she probably should take some time for self-reflection.

 

[saedo]

Idris smiled slightly at Kristen's question. Given the stakes, perhaps it was important to state the obvious. "Yes, Ms. Reynolds, you are correct. If you wish me to impregnate you, you should refrain from giving other men the opportunity in the meantime. Remember that your fertility window is merely an educated guess; most women have some variability in their cycles, so you might still be fertile outside the days we are targeting.

"I saw by your charts that you have ceased taking birth control months ago. Obviously that would severely disrupt your ability to become pregnant. But be aware that even the best contraception methods still carry a small chance of failure. You should not be having sexual contact of any kind with a male partner in the next month."

Idris leaned forward from the desk towards Kristen. Still naked and still aroused, his throbbing cock tilted with him. Both his piercing eyes and the swollen knob pointed sharply in her direction. "This prohibition on sexual activity with men extends beyond conception as well. I am rather proprietary about my patients, Ms. Reynolds. From now until you give birth, you will have no sexual contact with any male but myself. If that restriction isn't acceptable, then I cannot provide this course of treatment."

He waited a beat, then eased back to a more neutral posture. "As for female sexual contact, celibacy is still advisable, but limited oral or digital stimulation is permissible. However, you should not insert anything into your vagina thicker than a finger or deeper than an inch. The same applies to personal masturbation. Also, you should avoid any penetration if you use sexual toys: dildoes, vibrators, beads, plugs, etc."

A knock at the door sounded. After a pause, it opened and Nurse Debra - as the blue embroidery read across the left breast of her white uniform - entered. She carried a large paper sack in one hand and several sheets of paper in the other.

Debra stopped by Kristen. Her eyes locked on to the very prominent erection of her employer for a long moment. Her distinct Asian features showed little reaction save for a noticeable widening of her almond-shaped eyes. That, and the sudden tenting of her crisp white uniform over each nipple.

"Ms. Reynolds, here is the formula the doctor prescribed," Debra began, handing her the paper sack. "These are instructions on dosage along with some pamphlets on suggested activities when preparing to get pregnant and some reminder cards for your next appointments." Debra handed Kristen the paperwork in her other hand.

"Will there be anything else, Doctor Idris?"

Idris nodded towards the raven-haired nurse. "Debra will be working with me throughout the treatment, so feel free to contact her as well. She will be glad to assist you."

"Did you have any other questions today, Ms. Reynolds? "

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen bit her lip and tried to keep her composure despite the flood of arousing thoughts and feelings at Dr. Idris’s reactions and remarks. She knew she had to complete the scene, play the character of the patient, and act as if it was perfectly normal to speak to your fertility therapist while he had a raging hard-on. Oh, and his nurse.

Improvise, improvise. Contain and save it for later. Her own inner wisdom was keeping her in check. Somehow her old acting lessons had come back to her in a flash. She didn’t want to make any blunders with Dr. Idris.

Kristen glanced back and forth at Dr. Idris and his striking nurse, Debra.

“No, I don’t have any further questions. I think you’re wise to advise a time for reflection and preparation. But, I think you’ll find me an amenable patient. Ok, I will take the precon as recommended and follow up with my lab work in a few weeks. I’m looking forward to working with you both. Have a great week.”

Kristen glanced at Dr. Idris’s erection, then at his nurse, and then gave them both a wink and a wave.

---

Wow, what an experience.

Kristen decided to have one last glass of wine tonight, and then she’d start her special smoothies for breakfast tomorrow. She had the urge to call Cheryl, but she decided to keep this crazy insemination plan to herself for a while.

 

[saedo]

"Hello, Ms. Reynolds," welcomed Debra. "Those weeks go by quickly." The petite nurse held the door open to the back area as the blonde approached from the waiting area.

"I'll be running the labs and tests today. Let's go into the exam room." Debra led Kristen inside and closed the doors behind. "Dr. Idris likes to be thorough, so we'll be doing a full workup."

Debra proved true to her word. She recorded her weight, temperature, blood pressure, and heart rate. She took samples of blood and saliva. She took blood. And throughout it all, she asked Kristen to detail the past few weeks on the formula. "Have you been taking it regularly? Have you had any symptoms? Anything out of the ordinary?"

Finally the process was nearly complete. "Now Dr. Idris will want to do a quick physical exam, but then and we're done." Debra laid out a paper robe on the exam table. "You'll need to take off your everything and put this on, please. "

Debra stepped to the door. "I'll give you a few minutes privacy to change before I get Dr. Idris." She exited the room and closed the door behind her.

 

[Sidney_1]

Fortunately, the weeks had flown by. She had taken good care of herself—lots of vegetables and protein, vigorous exercise, and regular sleep. She had noticed a breast sensitivity and tenderness that had persisted after her cycle. But, the precon seemed to increase her sensitivity to touch and when she turned in for the evening she enjoyed caressing and lightly squeezing her breasts even though they felt tender. It was as if the bit of pain increased her pleasure.

She had fantasized about . . . so many things.

Debra had been even more thorough than Kristen had expected. She had admitted that she had taken the formula faithfully, and had the expected side effects—a desire to go to sleep earlier, breast tenderness and a feeling of heaviness, and an increased libido. None of the symptoms had been troublesome.

Once taken to the exam room, Kristen stripped off her jeans, blouse, and underclothing, and wrapped the paper gown around her front.

As she waited for him, she couldn’t help but think back to her last moments with him - when he had leaned against his desk, with his thick cock dangling in front of her as a wish fulfillment offering if only she would commit solely to him.

Of course, she had agreed and fantasized about conception with Dr. Idris ever since.

Kristen sat on the table, her legs crossed at the ankles. She was filled with nervous eagerness to see Dr. Idris and to find out if the formula had sufficiently prepared her body for conception.

 

[saedo]

Dr. Idris knocked on the door to presage his entry. After a momentary wait, he opened the door and stepped inside. His nurse followed. "Good afternoon, Kristen How are you today?"

He crossed to his patient and whipped the stethoscope from around his neck. "Debra tells me everything looks shipshape, so that's good. Let me listen to your lungs here."

Idris slipped the stethoscope between the slit down the back of her hospital gown." Sorry, bit chilly," he noted as she gasped slightly. "Now take a few deep breaths for me. . . Good. And again. . . Good."

Idris watched the front of her gown rise and fall with her breathing. Her bosom was impressive even beneath the paper gown, but something seemed different. "I'm going to examine your breasts," he announced, sliding the gown off her shoulders.

Yes, definitely a difference. He reached underneath her right breast and hefted it. "So you told Debra you've been experiencing some mild sensitivity in your breasts? No sharp pains, but occasionally a bit of soreness?" He continued to gently feel her breast, pressing his fingers into the flesh as he explored its entire circumference.

"Have you also noticed that some of your bras aren't as comfortable as usual? Yes, I think if we were to measure, we'd find that you'd gained slightly. I suspect you're probably close to full cup size larger than at your last appointment."

"No, no, it's not cause for concern," Idris assured her. "It's not as common a symptom, but it's not abnormal. Let me test something. . . ."

Idris encircled her left areola and massaged his forefinger and thumb. Her nipple - already fairly thick - swelled and hardened soon thereafter. The doctor continued for nearly half a minute, then paused as a tiny white droplet began to coalesce at the tip.

"As I suspected, that soreness is your milk coming in. Oh, it's a but early in the process, but the formula can have that effect. Given the feel of you breasts, you likely have significant ductile tissue relative to fat, which makes you a bit more sensitive to the formula.

"Right now you probably aren't producing much - maybe a few spoonfuls - but I expect you will be quite plentiful by the end of your first trimester. You won't have any difficulty with breastfeeding.

"However, you might need to start shopping for maternity bras a bit sooner than you expected. You'll likely need a few different sizes; this early start suggests that you might have more significant breast growth than is typical during pregnancy."

"I can recommend a few places to shop for maternity wear, " Debra interjected. " They do custom fittings, so can get good support. They also offer some in silk and lace - very cute. " She smiled sheepishly. "Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you can only wear boring white cotton."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen hadn’t wanted to complain, but yes, her breasts did feel achy and heavy. Kristen had blushed when Dr. Idris had massaged her nipple, right in front of his nurse, and her nipple had perked up from the focused attention. She was actually relieved that he was checking her breasts just to make certain that everything was still on course.

“Wow, well that would explain the heavy feeling that I have in them. I’ve been wearing sport bras, and they stretch and give full support, so I hadn’t noticed the growth. But, you’re right. I can’t believe I’m producing a bit of milk already!”

Both Dr. Idris and Debra were studying her chest as she spoke. She wasn’t sure whether to cover herself or to be as casual about nudity as they both seemed to be. Now she understood why Debra hadn’t been reactive to seeing her boss in a state of undress and arousal. Kristen secretly wondered if Debra loved her job; watching a female patient transform and become fertile and highly sexual under her boss’s care. Or, the reverse with a male patient.

Kristen was tempted to taste the droplet of milk with her finger or blot it away, but she remained still. She had quietly enjoyed Dr. Idris’s breast exam. She had found breast massage was soothing when she did it at night.

“Well, this is great news, because I would like to breast-feed my child and do everything to support his/her health. I’m pleased that you think I’ll have a plentiful supply. And yes, Debra, I’d love the names of those custom shops. I shouldn’t be wearing ratty sport bras so much. Besides, I’d like something nice to wear . . . for my sessions here. I’m sure a pleasing visual will help the process. Of course, I do have a few things and I wore them here today.”

Kristen clenched and then tried to relax her tense pelvic muscles.

 

[saedo]

"Debra, bring me a sample cup," Dr. Idris directed. "We may as well express your milk while you're here, Kristen."

Debra opened a cabinet and withdrew a plastic cup with a screw-top lid. Idris took it from her and positioned it under the left nipple. He then began to massage the breast, coaxing a slow but steady trickle of milk out of the nipple.

"That achy discomfort should only be in the initial stages as your milk ducts activate," Idris commented as he milked her. "Eventually, you will only notice that sensation of feeling full as your breasts reach capacity."

"How often you need to express milk will depend. Initially, you may want to wear nursing pads in case you leak unintentionally. Some of my patients find they can achieve a measure of subconscious control that eliminates such accidental leaks."

Dr. Idris could feel the warmth pooling in his groin. The faint scent of milk in the air always pleased him and he doubted any man could handle a warm breast so firm and full without a tug at his libido. Ordinarily he'd hold back his reaction, but such efforts were a considerable distraction and this patient already had seen him naked and aroused. He let the warmth build, eventually manifesting in an expanding lump distending along his right thigh.

"Also, how often you express provides a feedback mechanism," he continued as he switched to her other breast. "If you express even when you are not full, your body interprets that to mean your baby requires more milk, so your body will increase production. Conversely, do it less often and you will produce less."

Idris noted the dilation of Kristen's pupils and the flush of her skin. It appeared he wasn't the only one feeling lustful this afternoon. "It's also perfectly natural to feel aroused when expressing milk - even when nursing a baby. That's just your body taking pleasure in being a mother; embrace it."

He stepped back and held up the cup. A pale white liquid filled small portion of the container. "That looks to be all of it. It may not look like much, but it's actually quite good given how recently your milk came in. That will increase substantially as pregnancy progresses."

Idris handed the specimen to Debra and turned back to Kristen. "That covers the exam. Everything checks out so far. I'll have the blood results back in a couple days, so we'll go over those at our appointment next week.

" Any questions or concerns? Otherwise, I'll leave you to get dressed and be on your way."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen was grateful that Dr. Idris was explaining everything thoroughly as he expressed the milk from her breasts.

Not only was he relieving her of the achy fullness, but he was stimulating some sort of eroticism deep within her. She hadn’t expected to feel aroused by having her milk expelled, but she was. She was relieved to know that her feelings of arousal were normal.

As Dr. Idris educated her on lactation, he probed firmly and then massaged her breast, coaxing her breasts to empty fully. Kristen had looked down in wonder and awe. It made her feel very feminine, to be able to nurture and provide milk. Her eyes wandered to Dr. Idris’s pants and she noticed a small bulge in his pants as well. Yet, he remained completely professional during the procedure and he did not make her feel foolish, regardless of her reactions. He was astute and he seemed to anticipate many of her feelings.

Kristen felt a giddy excitement when Dr. Idris held up the cup and was impressed with the quantity of milk. He had been nothing but positive and reassuring and she felt like she was in excellent hands. Literally. God, she was probably going to love her appointments! Her libido was already high at baseline; it was probably going to become more elevated within the next week.

“Thank you, I feel much better. And, it’s one thing to see a drop of milk, and quite another to see how much I can produce if I express myself when I am full. I know I’m not pregnant yet, but the idea is becoming less abstract and more concrete today. I will be a mother this year. I have an odd happiness, hopefulness, and excitement that either might just be my personality or a nice side effect of your herbs. I’m uncertain, but I just thought I’d let you know. Thank you both very much. I will look forward to seeing you next week for my follow-up appointment.”

---

Kristen had gone out to lunch and then decided to go to one of the shops that Debra had recommended.

A kind woman named Marlena was her personal fitter. She had quietly explained to Marlena that she was looking for a few attractive bras, that she was uncertain of her size, and that she was undergoing fertility treatment and her breast size might be larger in a few days or months.

Marlena had her remove all of her clothing and took numerous measurements of her bust and hips. Kristen could feel her nipples growing from the woman’s pressure, and she blushed with embarrassment.

“Perhaps you have a few bras that are lightly padded, so that my nipples aren’t on show. This seems to happen with the most minimal stimulation. I apologize if I’m offending you, but I’m sure you’re used to this.”

Marlena had assured her that she worked with all sorts of women, with all sorts of breast issues, and her situation was nothing unusual. In fact, after learning that she was a patient of Dr. Idris’s, she recommended that Kristen only buy about 3 bras for now. The bras not only needed to be functional, but attractive, and comfortable. Marlena suggested she just try 3 styles and see which she preferred and to budget for others as her form changed over the weeks and months.

Marlena had encouraged her to try on numerous styles, and she handled and adjusted Kristen’s breasts to suit the style and fit the bras to her. Kristen consciously tried to contain her milk and was able to do so. But, oh. . .it was oddly so pleasurable to be. . . handled, hefted, lifted, and supported by another’s hands.

Kristen ended up buying a nice black, red, and blue bra. One was a full push-up which revealed her full cleavage, one was a demi cup which was more comfortable but less supportive, and one was lacy and satiny, but still supportive. All of them fit perfectly, so fortunately she didn’t need any custom alterations. Kristen headed home and took a long two hour nap after replaying the office scene of having her milk expressed by Dr. Idris while his nurse watched and passed the container.

--

Kristen chose a black push-up bra top that accentuated her growing bosom, over gray pants and a burgundy blazer. She work black underwear. She had no idea what to expect, but she knew she should be prepared to appear “sexy”.

Over the past week, Kristen had allowed her breasts to feel achy and full. She didn’t want anyone but Dr. Idris to touch her. Or, at least not without his explicit permission. Somehow she felt like something could go wrong if she enjoyed sexual pleasure outside of his office. By now, the sexual tension had reached a height that Kristen was finding distracting. She found herself idly touching her body throughout the day, although she wouldn’t let herself orgasm.

Kristen placed her hair in a loose ponytail as she waited patiently in Dr. Idris’s office. She tried to ready herself for any news that she might receive. She knew she would need to be patient and even-keeled, but there were so many firsts. .. and this was so exciting.

 

[saedo]

"Your blood work checks out, Kristen," Dr. Idris pronounced as he glanced through her file. "I think you are an excellent candidate to proceed with your upcoming fertility window."

He set the file down on his desk and removed his glasses. "Now we should discuss logistics. My calculations suggest the best time to attempt impregnation happen to line up with this weekend. As such, we'll start our efforts on Friday."

"Since this treatment is inherently intimate, my recommendation is that our initial session take place where you feel safe and comfortable. Since you are single, I suggest your own bedroom in your own home."

"Additionally, I like to begin our sessions in a manner that does not seem clinical. It will be our first time together, so you should have some time to get used to me outside the walls of a doctor's office." He gestured to the his own office for effect. "Moreover, the first time warrants a bit of pomp and circumstance. We should be celebrating the start of your journey to motherhood.

"As such, we will begin our evening with an 8 PM reservation at Spiaggia. I do hope you like Italian. I'll pick you up a quarter after 7. After a cocktail at the bar, we'll have a nice, leisurely meal with fine wine at a window table overlooking the lake. Then when you're read, we'll return to your home for the rest of the evening."

Dr. Idris rose from his seat and picked up a white box resting on a table behind his desk. He strode around the desk and handed it to Kristen. "You'll wear this for the occasion. I had Debra check your measurements, so it should fit well. I find that a female patient mentally approaches this first session with more confidence and enthusiasm if she dresses the part. I assume you have appropriate shoes - at least a four inch heel, please."

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"You'll also need to cancel your Friday plans. You'll be heading to a day spa for a full makeover. Hair, skin, manicure, pedicure - the works. I go there myself sometimes; you'll leave looking like the movie star version of yourself." He nodded towards the outer office. "Debra will give you all the details."

"Oh, yes, and I should mention the waxing." He sat down on the edge of the desk and leaned towards her. "Per my request, they will be using hot wax as a depillatory treatment. I don't know what your current routine is - full, completely bare, something in-between - but I am particular in this regard. As such, the spa will leave a thin strip because that is what I have requested."

"One last inquiry: do you want Debra to be present for any of this? Most patients prefer doing this one-on-one, but once I had a lesbian patient request my nurse attend; she found the presence of another female to be comforting. Anywise, just in case, I now offer that option to all patients. If you want Debra to go with you to the spa or to dinner or to back home, she can. If you prefer to do any or all of it with just you and me, that's fine."

Idris sat upright on his desk and folded his hands. "Any questions or concerns?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen’s eyes widened after hearing one surprise after another. In her wildest dreams, she hadn’t anticipated a FULL day at the spa, a fancy dinner (and a cocktail!), a gorgeous, designer dress in her favorite color, and their first session to be on her home turf with Dr. Idris. She hadn’t told anyone of her plans to get pregnant, so there was no one to celebrate any of the small milestones. But, Dr. Idris would be changing that in a big way.

“I—No, Dr. Idris, no questions or concerns—well, except is it safe for me to have a cocktail? I’d love one, of course, but I presumed that once I started the precon and was serious about becoming pregnant that I couldn’t drink alcohol. I am absolutely blown away by all of these plans. What an absolute treat. I don’t know what woman wouldn’t want to make love and make a baby after a day and night like you have planned for me. I’d prefer if it were just the two of us for the evening. I think women are beautiful, but I’m not a lesbian. As for the spa, I also prefer to just go alone, or perhaps I might ask my friend Cheryl if she wants to come along, as well. She’s the friend who referred me to you.”

Kristen inhaled sharply and tried to imagine Dr. Idris in a nice suit. He’d look sharp, she was sure. Her mind reeled to her house and her bedroom and how she might add some flourishes to make the night special.

***

On Thursday, Kristen finally had the nerve to text Cheryl and ask her if she wanted to accompany her for at least a mani/pedi together and she agreed. Kristen decided she’d reveal her secret plans with Dr. Idris in person, over lunch.

Her spa day was full and scheduled:

10:00 am- waxing
10:30 am- facial
12:00 – lunch
1:00- mani/pedi
2-3:30pm- Swedish massage with stones
3:30-6pm- haircut/color/style/make-up/ personal dressing assistance

Kristen spent Thursday working frantically since she would not be able to work on Friday and she also wanted to fluff her nest. She bought fresh flowers for her bedroom. She placed some unscented, white candles around her mirror. Fortunately, she loved her bedroom. . . she had a wrought iron bed, cotton sheets, light cotton blankets, and a fluffy white comforter and lot of pillows. The bedroom was in sea-glass blue, with lots of warm browns and earthy yellows. Her walls had black and white photography of secluded beaches. Kristin made a mental note to have a basket with water, massage oils, and to plan what lingerie she should wear. Or, would they just simply undress and get down to business. She wondered if she should call Debra to ask what Dr. Idris preferred, and then decided against it. She had plenty of lingerie, even if it would be snug, if that was what he preferred before they mated.

***

Friday

“Cheryl, it’s happening. Tonight, while I’m in my fertile window. I’m going to have regular, unprotected intercourse under the care of Dr. Idris in the hopes of getting pregnant this year. Since it is our first time . . .mating. . . he has gone above and beyond to make this a special, memorable day for me. After a day at this spa, we’re going out for Italian, and then we’re going back to my place to do the deed. Needless to say, I’m nervous, but very excited. Can you believe it? Everything happened so fast. But, I must thank you for the referral. I think I’m going to be in for a wild, exciting ride this year.”

Cheryl had clapped her hands and hugged her back with excitement and happiness for her.

“Kristen, you must keep a journal of these experiences. This is magical, unconventional, but it sounds very erotic. . . and you just don’t know what it could turn into down the road. Besides, your son or daughter might want to know about their journey and how they came to be in this world if nothing else.”

Kristen had shrugged, and then thought it was a wise idea. She spent her days ghost-writing for everyone else. It was going to be challenging to carve out the time for her own autobiography. But, she had nodded.

They kissed and hugged goodbye, and then Kristen was polished off like a movie-star, as promised. She had to hand it to Dr. Idris. He knew of good people.

Kristen took a taxi home and made sure her home was in order. She had treated herself to maid service and the house looked and smelled welcoming. With time on her hands, Kristen located her gold heels and gathered a gold evening purse with just her keys, a lipstick, and identification. She threw in a credit card, in case she was supposed to pay for dinner. She hadn’t paid for anything at the spa, but she didn’t want to make any assumptions. Perhaps all of this would be on her bill. Hmm. Perhaps she’d have to ask Dr. Idris about the financials at her next office appointment.

Regardless, she felt and looked beautiful. . . he was right. It was all worth it. Her blue eyes sparkled, her blonde hair was shining with dimensional highlights and her lipstick was bright red and striking.

And most of all. ..a gown that looked like a rose. The neckline was deeply cut and it revealed her full cleavage. Equally deep was the cut up the thigh. With four inch heels, she had to walk with care, but it was impossible not to feel beautiful and stunning.

She gathered her favorite pen and a blank journal and began to write about the day while waiting for Dr. Idris to pick her up.

 

[saedo]

Dr. Idris actually chuckled. "I assure you, Kristen, that you don't have to worry about alcohol before pregnancy. I suspect use of alcohol is proximate cause of a large percentage of pregnancies - not a preventative."

"That said, I recommend that you do not overly indulge. If you imbibe to the point of passing out or vomiting, that would preclude our attempt at fertilization. So while you should enjoy yourself, you should drink no more than would make you tipsy.

"As for Debra, I was not suggesting that you need to be a lesbian to enjoy her company. I have just recognized that it is presumptuous to think that all of my patients have the same preferences, so I offer her just in case. But again, it is whatever makes you comfortable, Kristen. I shall see you Friday evening."

~~~~~~~~~~
"Would it really have been so terrible?" Debra inquired between breaths. "I mean, it was just dinner." Her chest rose with another great inhalation. "I'm involved in the treatment process, too." Her lips momentarily formed a pout, but her need for more oxygen compelled her to return to gasping.

Dr.Idris shrugged in his chair. "I am sure given the opportunity, Ms. Reynolds would find you a charming conversationalist and excellent companion, Debra. But she is embarking on a life-changing journey tonight, so it is important that she feel comfortable. If she is most at ease without a third party, then we must respect her wishes."

"But I love the eggplant rollatini there!"

Idris chuckled. "I know you do. But if I told her that, Ms. Reynolds might have felt pressured to bring you along even if she felt less comfortable. Tell you what: I'll take you next week and you can have as much eggplant as you like. Okay?"

Debra nodded eagerly.

"Good girl. Now let's go again one last time."

Debra licked her lips and guided the doctor's cock to her mouth. After a couple sessions of oral stimulation, the veins on his fleshy pillar bulged ominously. Despite her familiarity with the visage, she still found it a bit intimidating.

Idris leaned back in his chair and groaned as his nurse's jaw opened wide and slid onto his throbbing erection. Debra had excellent technique, a fact soon demonstrated as the swollen knob passed her soft palate and entered the tender confines of her throat. Despite the difficulty, she made it look easy.

Her stamina had come in particularly handy the past couple days. He'd had her fellate him multiple times, but always stopped her shy of climax. The repeated sexual stimulation and absence of ejaculation ensured that Ms. Reynolds would be getting him at his most potent. As such, it was good that Debra's jaw was so resilient.

~~~~~~
"My, Ms. Reynolds, you look positively ravishing," Dr. Idris declared when she opened the door. "The dress fits you wonderfully." He let his eyes linger momentarily on her magnificent cleavage. That would definitely prove difficult not to stare at dinner.

"But I think you are missing something." He gave her a moment to question herself, then reached into the left pocket of his suit. He was dressed in pale grey with black silk shirt tailored for to fit his athletic frame. The colors were perhaps subdued, but tonight was her turn to be the center of attention.

Idris withdrew a narrow, velveteen box and snapped it open. "A neck as lovely as yours should not go unadorned," he announced, revealing the silver choker within. He gave her a moment to appraise the delicate metalwork before removing it from the box. "Allow me." Idris stepped behind her and swept her blonde mane aside. The shiny links fit close to her neck, directly against her skin as he closed the clasp.

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"Beautiful," he observed as he spun her around. "I think you should wear that whenever I am to see you."

He half-turned towards the curb where the cab waited. "But our chariot awaits. Let us be off!"

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen touched the silver choker. It had just the right look to be able to be dressed up or down. She also liked that she now had a tangible symbol of the nature of her relationship with Dr. Idris.

“Oh, thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you. Yes, I’ll wear this regularly and certainly at all of my appointments with you. It will be a symbol of how we’ll be linked together,” Kristen smiled. It was impossible to take the storyteller out of her.

Dr. Idris looked equally handsome, like a movie star. They made a striking couple. Each of them with their blonde hair, blue eyes. . .his muted, dark tones of clothing, and herself in striking red.

“And thank you for the compliment, you look rather handsome yourself,” Kristen smiled. “I’m a lucky lady tonight. I think you aided quit a bit to get me to the state of polish.”

She glanced outside and was relieved to take a taxi. That meant that both she and Dr. Idris could drink as they pleased.

Kristen gripped her purse and stepped outside as Dr. Idris held the door open for her and it locked behind them.