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Lactation
Some guys merely tolerate kids. They factor into the
master plan of wife, family, and career. But some of
us really enjoy children. I happen to love children,
especially babies....always have...and could hardly
wait to have my own to love, to nurture, to raise.
Perhaps my feelings were more maternal than I
expected. I never would've believed it could happen
and especially to me. My life is now completely
changed.
Let me start at the beginning. My name is Sandy, my
wife is Terry and we have a beautiful little girl named
Sue. From the start, we were a couple of "yuppies,"
both gainfully employed and enjoying life as
newlyweds. I was a computer programmer for a large
company and Terry was a marketing and promotion
account executive for a medium sized agency. After
about two years at that place, she quit to start her own
venture, with the collaboration of a business partner,
where, with their combined skills and ambition,
things took off like a rocket. Her income was soon
four times what I was earning, and climbing.
Eventually, we decided to start a family, and after
many discussions, it was agreed that since I was the
small fish in the big corporate pond, I'd stay home to
care for the domestic scene while she continued with
her successfully evolving career. It was a logical
move, financially. She continued her work as long as
she could while pregnant, taking time off only for the
birth of our baby, Sue, during which time her partner
handled the accounts. After that brief period, and
much to my pleasure, I then became the primary
caregiver of our baby and Terry returned to the
business world.
I performed all the domestic chores, including
shopping, cooking, cleaning, and tending to the baby.
This involved feeding, bathing, and attending to all
her needs. Terry had little time, patience, nor
intention to breast feed the baby, so Sue was put on
formula from the beginning. Initially, this required a
bottle every 2 hours, day and night which, of course,
was my responsibility. I found it very satisfying to
hold our little offspring and study the beauty of this
little blessing. She was so perfect in every detail.
Ah...the miracle of life. It stirred feelings within me
which surprised even me. After a brief interval of this
routine, snuggling her, and constantly watching that
little face sucking on her bottle, and feeling especially
bonded to our baby, I began to wonder what it was
like for a woman to nurse a baby. What must she feel
holding her child to her bosom and providing life
giving sustenance? Why would any mother deny
herself this pleasure?
After little Sue had emptied her bottle, and appeared
to want more, I decided to try and let her suckle my
breast. I had to see what it's like. I wanted to
experience the attachment of the baby to the bosom.
I obviously didn't have much of a breast, little more
than some body fat, but my nipples protruded enough
for her to pull on with her tiny lips and tongue, to
which she instinctively and immediately attached
herself with a strong suction. After all, I thought,
why do males have nipples if they serve no purpose?
She seemed to want to be nursed and not bottle fed.
The sensation was delightful! My baby was sucking
my breast even though she wasn't receiving any
milk...but I imagined she was, and my nipples got
very erect and tender. It was equivalent to a pacifier
for her, I assumed. It certainly relaxed the infant for
she soon went to sleep while still latched, and I
experienced an overwhelming arousal unlike anything
before. It wasn't anything sexual, but seemed like
something more maternal, if such a thing is possible
for a male.
Subsequently, after every feeding, I continued to let
her suckle each alternate nipple until she fell asleep.
Actually, I looked forward to this activity. Of course,
I mentioned nothing of this to Terry since I didn't
know how she'd react to what I was doing. But I felt
that it was psychologically good for the baby to be
held and allowed the physical contact of a human in
such a manner, so what could be bad? I kept myself
clean and sweet smelling, and I was hairless anyway
so to her, I was her mother.
In time, my nipples became enlarged and sensitive
and remained that way between feedings. After a few
weeks of this simulated nursing six times per day, I
began to notice a wetness oozing from my nipples
between feedings....could this be milk? Was I
lactating? Men cant lactate...or so I thought! I did
some research on the Internet and discovered some
rare instances where, indeed, males had been able to
lactate as a result of stimulation from a periodic
strong suction as is the case of a nursing infant
applied to their breasts, same as for women who
function as wet nurses. And I had been doing the
same thing!
Still seeing no harm in this, I continued to nurse little
Sue on a regular basis; of course, she remained on the
bottled formula for nutrition. I really enjoyed the
sensation of what I was doing and looked forward to
our feeding sessions and our moments of special
nurturing. It relaxed me and made me
feel....maternal.
Sue's weight gain was normal so I suppose she wasn't
getting much nutrition from me and certainly no
drugs or hormones! And the leakage from my nipples
between feedings intensified. I also noticed that my
breasts under the nipples were showing some definite
enlargement so milk must be forthcoming. At this
point, I finally disclosed to Terry what I was doing.
To my surprise, she handled it very well. She saw no
harm in it, since I was the father and if it made me
happy, big deal. I was otherwise doing an
outstanding job of baby care and it was one thing less
for her to be concerned about since she was so career
oriented. Besides, she didn't believe I was really
providing any nourishment to the baby.
At Terry's suggestion, and with her guidance, I
purchased a few nursing bras with inserts to absorb
my now constant wetness and yet allow my nipples to
be conveniently available with the bra's fold-down
cups. This leakage was a common problem with
nursing mothers, I learned. My breasts were now
ample enough to fill an A cup bra. This move saved
on laundering my T shirts so often and also reduced
the unpleasant chaffing on my tender nipples from the
rough fabric.
My first public problem occurred one day while I was
shopping for groceries and feeding time arrived. I
had forgotten to bring a bottle of formula, and baby
Sue was frantically crying from hunger. I knew my
breasts were full and available, (as a reserve supply)
but I couldn't very well take her into the men's room
to nurse her, nor could I use the ladies lounge. Since
I couldn't continue to wait in the long checkout line, I
had to abandon the cart and hastily leave the store and
retreat to my car where I was able to satisfy little Sue
in private.
Terry suggested that the next time I go out in public, I
should wear a dress and wig so I could use the proper
facilities since the ladies lounges commonly provide
seating for nursing mothers, or even those bottle
feeding. I had never seen a place to sit in men's
restrooms except for a commode and that's not a
place to feed an infant. Of course, watching the clock
for feeding time would help also, but isn't that just
like a man?
Seeing the validity of her idea, I made provision for
that and tried it. The next time Sue and I went out in
public, I wore a wig, a simple dress with a front-
buttoned top over my nursing bra, and a touch of
makeup for effect, rather plain appearance, but
passable. Although I felt strange at first, I quickly
grew accustomed to presenting as a woman. My
attachment to our baby had aroused some unusual
feelings within me, and the fact that I was posing as a
woman...a mother...seemed all very natural, and
desirable. At feeding time, we went into the ladies
lounge where I was able to nurse Sue comfortably.
This whole experience felt "normal" to me...I wasn't
at all embarrassed, and must've looked natural since I
received no unusual stares, but rather, many smiles.
I don't know how much nourishment the baby got
from me but we gradually reduced the amount of
formula as she continued to take from me and still
showed a weight gain. As she grew, she also required
more milk, nursing longer and causing my breasts to
continue to expand into a full B cup. I had to buy
larger bras!
When I started to wear skirts, hose, and subsequently
more revealing feminine attire, I shaved my arms and
legs and kept them totally hairless. but my body hair
growth seemed to diminish so repeated hair removal
became unnecessary. Maybe a hormonal change was
occurring within me along with the lactation.
I expanded my wardrobe from casual skirts, simple
tops, and plain sandals to nicer dresses, comfortable
lingerie, and heeled shoes, as I continued to dress
enfemme more frequently and fully. It was just
something I felt I wanted to do, became quite good at,
and enjoyed doing. It just felt right, somehow..
Perhaps a result of the strong maternal instinct I had
developed. Also, Terry was fine with the idea. She
agreed that I needed to appear as a woman in public
both for the baby's sake in case of the need to nurse,
and because I could no longer conceal my fully
developed breasts as a male. They're now a full B
cup and, unlike Terry's, I feel mine serve a useful
purpose. It's amazing how they enlarge as the baby
requires more milk and I really enjoy nursing her.
I let my hair grow to shoulder length and had it
professionally groomed to complete the look of a
woman along with wearing full makeup. I wanted to
take pride in my appearance as the mother of a
beautiful little baby girl. What surprised me was that
no one ever doubted that I was the mother. Of course,
she does resemble me.
Again, Terry had no problem with any of my
transformation since, from the onset, she had assumed
the role of head of the household. She appears quite
mannish in her mannerisms, attitude, and attire,
pursuant to her career, while I have adjusted quite
well to living as a woman, having become quite
feminine, and have assumed the role of housewife
and mother of our child.. My sex drive has
diminished radically, but Terry doesn't mind, and
actually, neither do I anymore. My focus is on Sue
and her care. After her nursing stopped, my breasts
remained enlarged but I was able to wear prettier
bras. I'm rather proud of my new figure. I keep
myself well groomed and socialize well with other
women.
It had never been my intention to go this far, but it
has evolved to this status and I have no remorse. It
works for us and we're happy. And we have a healthy
baby. I really wish I could have the next one...
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