Chapter Twenty-nine
“It will only be for a week, Sammy. I will visit you and the nurses will take good care of you... if you obey.”
A despondent Sammy lies prostrate on Dr. Mildred’s adjustable table. His many chains have been attached at various points to make him immobile. At the chest the surface of the table has been cracked open so his breasts and attached n*****s extenders are exposed beneath. The position affords attending nurses and the good doctor with instant access to Sammy’s plumping mammary glands.
“But why are you doing this, Dr. Mary?” comes another heartfelt plea.
“It is time to bring you to full lactation. Your n*****s have stretched beautifully. The glands are ripening and with just a little more stimulus you’ll soon let down for me. And you were caught stroking your
