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Suck Baby Suck(This story was sparked when I read about a Dutch ‘zuigvrouw’, which translates literally as ‘suck woman’, or more on point, as ‘lactation starter’. This was a genuine profession, a century back; a ‘zuigvrouw’ helped getting the lactation of a pregnant woman started by sucking on her nipples. This was before the invention of breast pumps, obviously, to encourage breastfeeding)I think you’ll understand it best when I tell you my story right from the beginning. Because you might wonder why an adult man, dressed in a pink baby bonnet, an overwhelmingly pink baby dress, ruffled diaper pants and obviously very thick diapers, is sucking on various, extremely big breasts. It’s a long story, I must warn.My name used to be Charles, now it’s Charlotte. I’m a professional lactation starter, which means that I do this for a living. No, wait, my ‘mommy’ does this for a living, I don’t see a penny for all the sucking I do. My lips, tongue and suking help mothers-to-be to start the breastfeeding of their upcoming little sprouts. I must act as much a an infant as I can. My teeth are gone, I have no bladder control, my arms and legs are always bound or tied. “You’re doing such good work”, Mommy (who I used to call Brigitte) says at the end of the day, stroking my shaven head and patting my diapered crotch.It all started a few years back, when I was working as a cosmetic surgeon, specialising in breast enhancements. I was 50 years old, single at that time, my wife and I divorced years before, my two daughters were studying at universities far away, and I had scaled back at work.Back in the day, when boobjobs were all the rage, I made very long hours in the operating room, filling up women’s breasts with implants. I made a ton of money, but became estranged from my own family. It didn’t help that I had affairs with nurses and clients, I must say. Still, I had a marvellous time. Here I was, a celebrated cosmetic surgeon with a huge fetish for big busted women, helping women to get bigger tits!Looking back, my fetish for big tits was sparked in my c***dhood. I was surrounded by incredibly large busted women: my mother, my aunts, my four sisters all had G- to M-sized cups. I was the youngest k**, my dad had passed away a few years after I was born, and all the women in the house and family were always busy taking care of me, consoling me by pushing me against their soft, giant pillows. After my dad died, and left a big heritage, my mother’s youngest sister Dolly came to live with us. She was the biggest stacked girl I ever saw: she wore 34M sized bra’s, which were swinging on the clothes line next to my mum’s and sisters every week. She looked like the younger sister of glamour model Brittany Elizabeth: dark hair, piercing blue eyes and fiery red lips. And those breasts. Oh, those breasts. Big mounds of alabast, button-like nipples and large areola’s. Just magnificent.My aunt turned up the sexual energy a few notches when she moved in with us. She worked at a specialized lingerie store, catering to full figured women. In about a two months, all of my sisters traded there ‘undies’ for lace and silk panties, bra’s, baby dolls, corsets, garters, stockings and other very feminine, very sexy underwear. Dolly send my sisters to good hairdressers and clothes stores, so that they became stunning, well-endowed knock outs. My mother also benefited from Dolly’s good work, she started wearing long tight skirts, most of them made of leather, and tight, figure-hugging blouses. With her hair pulled back, wearing glasses and standing on black or brown leather boots with four-inch-heels, she looked amazing. Stern, but sexy.When my sisters or aunt weren’t around, I helped my mom get dressed in the morning. I hooked and zipped up many girdles and corsets, straightened stockings and helped her get in her pumps or boots. Nobody was shy of showing their naked bodies, mom wasn’t worried what the sight of a black lace push up bra, a black open bottom girdle and black stockings did to the mind (or better, his hormones) of a teenager.Sure, it felt wrong to get all hot and bothered while dressing your own mother. One time, when I was all flushed by shame, and with a raging boner in my jeans because of the undergarments my mother made me zip and hook up, aunt Dolly bumped into me on the stairs. She could see the despair in my eyes, asked what was wrong and before I could answer, I burst into tears. Auntie lead me into her room, sat me on the bed and held my head right under her giant boobs until I calmed down. After a glass of water, and after some encouragement, I confessed to her. She sat next to me, her short satin kimono straining to hold everything inside.Dolly didn’t laugh, didn’t make fun of, she took it all very seriously. She explained what hormones were, what they were causing and how this was all very natural, nothing to be worried about. Yes, it sure was odd being aroused by your own mother, but this was all part of growing up. Then she leaned back a little, pushing her tits even more out, her kimono creeping up until her purple satin panties were showing a little. She asked me about the girls in my class, who I thought was the prettiest. She asked me which moviestars I thought were nice looking.Then she asked me: and what about your auntie Dolly? Do you think she’s pretty? I felt my cheeks getting red. I was facing the wall, when I turned to her I saw that the kimono slipped off of her shoulders. A giant, industrial strenght purple lace bra was showing. Her breasts were pushing against the holding cups. She looked at me with a light smile. ‘I…I…I…yes.’ I could only stammer. ‘You like aunties big breasts?’, she cood, sitting up, her hands sliding over her globes. I was mesmerized. When her fingers were at the front of her cups, she popped or ripped a patch open, maltepe escort so that her button-like nipples stood out. She touched them lightly with her fingers. ‘Wanna feel?’, she asked sweetly.I did.’Wanna lick?’, she then asked.I sure did.I held on to the bra and sucked like a hoover. Drool was coming out of my mouth. She pushed me onto her lap, turned my head. Now it was like I was being fed like a baby. Dolly then opened my jeans, my teen penis jumped out immediatly. ‘Ooh, lookie’, she said with a high, comic voice.’ It took only a few strokes from her well manicured hands to have me cream my boxers.’Well now, that was fun, wasn’t it, Charlie? Let’s make an agreement. Everytime you feel a bit…confused when you dress your mom, you come looking for me. And auntie will make it all right. OK pumpkin? But let’s keep this between us two, for now.’Until Aunt Dolly moved out of her house to live with her equally gorgeous lesbian lover (that’s a whole other story), we spent several very intense afternoons. We never had sex, she always kept her (silk) panties on, but her fingers and my penis got acquinted really, really well.Dolly not only got me hooked on huge breasts, she also woke my fetish for wearing stockings and garters. It started jokingly, with me trying on pantyhose and stockings. But the feeling of our nylons rubbing against each other got such a strong reaction, that she made me wear them everytime I came to see her when I was ‘confused’. One time, she wore a full nylon body suit (with nothing but some tiny panties underneath), that made me spurt in just a few seconds.Let’s leave out my college years and med school terms; I’ll tell you the story of how I once did an operation wearing nothing but white stockings and garters while my nurses wore the same outfit, some other time. And the stories of how I bedded my patients who came in for breast enhancement – maybe later. Let’s cut to the diaper wearing and sucking breasts part.My practice was in a building shared with a dentist and a gyneacologist. The dentist, Harry, was a nerdy looking guy, who employed several assistents who were total knock outs. Curvy nurses and secretaries in tight, short dresses and skirts. They drew a mostly male clientele, guys who were afraid to get to the dentist but couldn’t resist the gorgeous babes who were working there. The waiting room was full everyday, the dentist made a ton.The gyneacologist was called Brigitte. She was the spitting image of porn actress Emma Butt: coffee complexion, dark hair, bespectacled and with big round tits and ass. She had a ‘don’t mess me with me’ look, when I saw her walking on her black leather boots and tight white lab coat, I always looked down, not to catch her eye. She was friendly though, and we referred patients to each other. And we shared Natasha. If you can image a redhead version of a young Milena Velba, and add a chilling Russian accent, you know how she looked. She was our front office runner, who made appointments, took calls and made our practices run smoothly. One time, she left the door a little too far open when she changed, so that I got a peek of the black 50’s style shapewear and stockings she wore under her very formal blouse and knee-length skirts. She pushed back her large bosom into the cups of her corset, ran a finger between her legs, licked it, winked to her image in the mirror, and got dressed. She reminded me of my mom, with slightly bigger boobs and different hair colour.One morning, Natasha told me that Brigitte wanted to see me later that day. When Bri walked in, I wondered how her female clientele felt about a doctor who wore a lab coat that barely covered her round ass, wore a mini skirt and white kneesocks. ‘Charles’, she said, looking over her glasses, ‘I hope you can help me out. You remember Linda, she was your patient. The blonde with the 1000 cc breasts and the Cindy Crawford mole.”Oh yes, I remebered her.”‘Linda wants to get pregnant, and wants to breastfeed. She feels very strong about this. Now, you told her that she probably can give milk, but we’ll only know when she starts nursing. Her nipples are sensitive enough, so I think that there’s a good chance her milk supply is good enough. Still, she wants to be sure. She won’t take any pills, so I suggested she get a breast pump, to see if she can get any milk moving before getting pregnant. This would take time, of course. She tried that, but you made her breasts so round that pumps won’t hold.’Brigitte sat down on my desk and crossed her legs. Her nylons were touching each other, the sound made me want to sit up. ‘How can I help’, I asked.’I said: you can try milking by hand. Her partner feels uncomfortable doing that, and Linda says she gets tired by trying. So I did some research, and I think I have an idea. A suck woman.”A what?”A lactation starter. It was a real profession a century ago. These were woman sho sucked on pregnant women’s breasts, or women who just gave birth, to get their milk flowing.’I tried not to stare at Brigitte’s plunging neckline. ‘Interesting. But are there any of those suck women around?”No.”Alas. So, who’s going to do it then.”Well. Linda first asked me to do it, but I think that’s crossing the patient-doctor line.’ Brigiitte uncrossed her legs and bend over in my direction. Her breasts were just a few centimeters from my face, I could smell her perfume, see the outline of her bra in her white coat. ‘This is gonna sound strange, but I thought of you.”Me? I’m not a woman! And I’m a doctor too!”Exactly. She’s not your patient any more, but she trusts you. And you’ll know what to do, your knowledge of breasts is bigger than mine.”So what your asking me is to come in your office and suck on Linda’s nipples very hard to see if the milk gets flowing?”Precisely that.”Out of the question. escort maltepe It will never work.’Like they were on cue, Linda and Natasha walked in to my office. Now, I was surrounded by three stacked women with revealing decolletés. I had a hard time looking them in the eye. ‘He won’t do it’, Bri said to Linda.Linda looked at me, with her brown eyes, her puffy lips trembling. She then burst into tears. Natasha embraced her, laying Linda’s head on her motherly bosom. What a sight, I thought, feeling something harden between my legs.Bri was standing behing me, her bosom resting on top of my chair. ‘Look, Charlie, it’s not that you never sucked on Linda’s tits before, she told me you had a fling. Only now, with a different technique, you may help her get what she truly wants.’The sight of Natasha cuddling Linda, the feel of Brigitte’s tits on my head made my thinking unclear. ‘OK then’, I said, ‘we might as well give it a try.’The whole party moved to Brigitte’s office. I had been there before, but I never noticed the room in the back. In it, the walls were padded with soft satin cushions, on the pink floor sat a big bed with red satin covers. From where I was standing, it looked a bit like a baby crib, only adult sized. ‘This is the room where my patients get to relax after they heard some distressing news’, Brigitte said. ‘I call it the Rose Room.’Linda, Bri and I sat on the bed. Linda’s eyes were a bit puffy from the crying, but is this soft light, she looked gorgeous. So did Brigitte, who’s white coat was open, to show a big black bra with half cups, and her massive breasts almost spilling out.’Well baby’, Brigiette said jokingly (or that’s what I thought at the time), let’s start feeding.’ Linda laid back against the headboard, pillows in her back, and opened her white blouse. Ah yes, what a pair of magnificent tits she still had. F-size, I remembered. Her areola’s were as big as saucers, her nipples stood out firmly.’Wait’, Natasha said, when I had opened my mouth to start sucking. She pulled a baby bonnet from behind her back, and put it on my head. ‘What’s this?’ ‘To give her the impression that you’re a real baby’, Natasha said.’It might help’, Bri agreed, whilst tying the silk laces under my chin. I felt ridiculous, but Linda hardening her nipples for me made me shake off the thought.I put her nipple in my mouth. Bri was leaning forward, her bust pushing on my head and shoulders. ‘That’s good. Now, slowly start to suck, with long, fierce pulls.’ I did what she asked. Linda sighed approvingly. ‘Do this in a rhythm, pull your head back a little while you suck. That’s good. Now try the other nipple. Right. Open up, grab the teat, suck hard, then let go a little, like you’re milking it.’This was nice. Linda obviously loved it, I became mesmerized by the rhythm, the sight of Bri’s spilling breasts, Linda’s globes and the hardening of my cock. After about 30 minutes of doing this, Bri told me to stop. She examined Linda’s breasts, had Natasha get me a glass of water and told me to try again in ten minutes. ‘Oh, and maybe you want to slip into something more comfortable’, she said, winking at the little tent in my pants. I blushed.’Take off those pant, Sir, try this.’ Natasha held up a adult sized white baby dress. ‘Sorry? What’s this’, I said, confused. ‘It’ll give you more…space down there, and Linda will think more of you as a baby’, Natasha said. She suddenjly wore a pink rubber apron over her black satin blouse and black leather skirt. Bri stood up from the bed, slipped off her white lab coat and was standing next to me in just her bra, panties and black hold-up stockings. ‘Try it’, she said in a hoarse voice, ‘for Linda.’ And I did. I dropped my pants, unbuttoned my shirt and put on the dress. It was like I was hypnotized.I was lead to the bed again, and started to suck on Linda’s breasts. All of sudden, to her and my surprise, we felt something. She felt it coming out her nipple, me in my mouth. A very sweet substance, just a tiny bit, but unmistakenbly mother’s milk. ‘Yay!’, Linda cheered. Bri’s laughed, her breasts wobbling in her tiny bra. She embraced me, kissed me. ‘Well done, baby’, she whispered.But when I tried again, nothing more came out. Natasha had another solution, pulling a rubber baby mask from under the bed. It looked lifelike, only big, with puffy cheeks and one curl on the head. It felt strange, but my mouth fell easily in the lips, and the sucking was fairly easy. I started again, when I felt somebody taking off my boxer’s. It was Bri, saying I shouldn’t stop, keep sucking, we’re almost there. My hard-on was exposed, then covered in something very soft. It took a while before I realisized that Brigitte had pinned me a fluffy terrycloth diaper. I pulled out Linda’s nipple, but Bri pushed it back, rubbing over my now very padded crotch. ‘Shhhh, keep going.’I was transported back to the afternoons with aunt Dolly, me sucking on her tits, she jerking me off. Ooh la la. Bri really did this very, very well. I felt something building up. Right before I had a shuddering orgasm, my mouth was filled again by the sweet milk from Linda’s nipple, Now a lot more than the first time. We all moaned very loudly. ‘Good baby!’ Linda cried.Suddenly, I felt very, very tired. All the sucking, the released tension, I needed to rest my head. I fell asleep almost immediatly. I vaguely registered Linda getting out of the bed, and I may have heard noises that sounded like something getting up from a rails.When I woke up, the first I noticed was that the crib I was laying in, was closed. The second thing I noticed was the heavily soaked diaper between my legs. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t, because of the collar around my neck, that was tied to the headboard. I wanted to say something, but couldn’t because of a rubber thing in maltepe escort bayan mouth, that felt like a pacifier. I couldn’t spit it out. I made loud humming noises. And after a while Natasha came in. She turned on the light, so that I could see that she was wearing her black corset, black stockings and thigh high boots underneath her rubber apron. Her massive bosom was pushed up against the apron, it was like she carried to big melons.’Hello sleepyhead’, she cood. ‘Did baby had nice nap?’ I looked at her puzzled, and tried to signal her with my eyes (my mask was gone) to untie me. She did release the collar, but the pacifier stayed in place. ‘Ooh, what big mess baby made! Nanny Natasha will change you into fresh diaper’, she said in her heavy accent. When I started to protest, she hit me on my bare legs and hips with her hand. ‘No fussing!’, she bawled. ‘Or Nanny will spank you!’This was crazy! What was happening here? I tried to get up and out of the bed, shaking my head in disbelief. Then Natasha grabbed, rolled me over, yanked down my diaper and started to unleash hell on my buttocks. ‘No fussing baby! Natasha will take no shit from baby!’She counted the whacks, at 50 she stopped. ‘Enough? Will baby be good now?’ I was in tears, what was this woman doing to me? My butt glowed like coalfire.I heard heels clicking towards us. It was Brigitte, wearing her ultrashort white labcoat again, with very visible white stockings and white platform heels. She looked like a nurse in a porn movie. ‘Is baby giving you trouble, Nanny Natasha?’ Brigitte asked with a grin. ‘Better put her in a fresh diaper, then we’re going to explain very slowly how it going to be from now on.’Wait. Her?Brigitte was talking about me, right? Her?But my mind was distracted when Brigitte showed me a pair of pink stockings and a gorgeous white garterbelt. ‘There baby, this is what you’re going to wear too. Isn’t that nice? You loooove the nylons, don’t you? They will look sooo sweet on you.’I was changed and dressed in no time. Natasha took pleasure in rolling down the stockings slowly from my foot to my hips. Boy, they did look sweet.Natasha took my hand and lead me out of the padded room, into Brigitte’s office. In the mirror on the wall I caught a glance of myself. I wore a white lace bonnet, a pacifier was tied behind my head. The white dress had a big collar, lots of ruffles and was so short that my diapers and white plastic pants were visible, as were the garters and pink stockings. I looked both ridiculous and, well, sexy.I was told to sit on a low stool, while Natasha sat on one knee to put my feet into pink knitted booties. She then stood up, towering above me in her boots. She pushed her tits back into place, gave me a wink and walked out of the office.Brigitte came in, sat down behind her desk and looked at me with a serious expression. ‘Charlotte’, she said to me, ‘from now on, your name is Charlotte. You can call me mommy. Natasha is your nanny.’ She paused. ‘And these are your babysitters.’ In walked four stunning blonde women, all dressed in skimpy babydolls, wearing black stockings and garters. They had eye-popping bosoms, plunging from their nightwear. ‘Anna, Severine, Bobbi and Samantha have the same wish as Linda. You’re going to help them. And they will bring in more friends, and you will help them too.’If I had been able to drop my jaw, I would have done so. But I couldn’t. This was all a bad dream. With incredibly good looking women in it, but still. They couldn’t be serious?But Brigitte was. From now on, I was a professional lactation starter. Harry the dentist and his gorgeous assistents removed all of my teeth, so I couldn’t bite. My vocal chords were treated, so I only could gurgle. And my arms and legs were always in restraints, so I could never get up and run.I sucked on so many breasts, in various shapes and sizes, I lost count. But I was always succesful. The combination of baby clothes and scents (I was generously powdered and ointed) and the adult sucking power never failed. All the women wore luxurious, revealing lingerie when they stepped into my crib, with stockings to rub against. This gave me extra motivation.One day, after and exhausting day of titsucking but no release into my diaper, Bri stepped into the padded room. ‘Did you have a nice day, my sweetkins’, she whispered. To be honest, I did. So I nodded, because after every sucking session, the women tied my pacifier back on. ‘Are you all hot and bothered’, she then said, rubbing my well-diapered crotch.I was.’I have a surprise for you, honey.’ Brigitte called out to someone in the back. ‘Hey Charlotte’.I recognised the voice immediatly. It was Aunt Dolly. She must’ve been in her late 60s now, but still looked amazing. So did her breasts, pushing against the pink corset cups.’You look sooo sweet, Charlotte, just like the little boy from way back. You want Auntie to take care of you?’I did, actually.We took the position we used to be in, when she took away my confusion. My pacifier was removed, Auntie lay on the back. I lay on top of her, my stockings rubbing against hers. The pain in my jaw from all the sucking disappeared when auntie opened the little panels in the front of her cups. Her nipples had not changed. I closed my eyes, and put my lips over them. ‘There’s a good baby’, Auntie moaned.After a while of sucking, rubbing and writhing, she pushed a buzzing toy between her crotch and mine. ‘Time to release, baby’, she said. The buzzing got more noticeable, my sucking got more intense. Dolly held my head with both hands, pushing me more into her bosom. ‘Yessss baby, suck on those titties’, she cried.My rock hard penis was ready to go. I looked up. Dolly was clearly enjoying this. ‘You may come, Charlotte’, Brigitte said from behind me.And with that, I exploded. We both did. Brigitte too, when I looked back, I saw her taking a giant black dildo out her dripping pussy.’Auntie is going to stay with us from now on. Natasha is moving to another city, Auntie will take care of her duties.’And with that message, I fell asleep.

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