Sarah Parker is six-months along and is checking up on a special pill her husband purchased for her that is supposed to hurry certain leaky processes along. Wary of the potential for harm, she visits Dr. Henry who harbors a dark secret and a roguish charm. There are two special items found in his office: a metal pail and a video camera. I can&rsquo;t say more here, so look inside if you want more info!<br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />I felt terribly foolish just being here. I looked around the medical office and was actually surprised to see that I was alone. Well, at least the wait shouldn&#39;t be long. I rifled through the same old boring women&#39;s mags that I&#39;d seen at the last three places. They were okay the first time, but after a while all the girls start to look anorexic and even the vacation pictures seem fake and stagnant.<br /><br />I was just about to bring out my cell phone and play a game or two on it when a tired, but cheery receptionist called my name.<br /><br />&quot;Sarah Parker?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;That&#39;s me!&quot; I stood and smiled, slipping my phone back into my bag.<br /><br />&quot;Come with me, please,&quot; she said, leading me to the scale as she carried my clipboard. I sighed as she wrote down my weight and ushered me into another cold, sterile room. I&#39;ve seen enough of them to last me a lifetime. I had a brief vision of a doctor&#39;s office that - instead of cold and sterile - was bright and cheery with real furniture and children&#39;s paintings and bean bag chairs and...life.<br /><br />&quot;You&#39;re his last patient for today. If you&#39;ll just put this on, he&#39;ll be right with you.&quot; She smiled faintly and closed the door.<br /><br />As soon as I heard it click, I disrobed and put the woefully short covering on. Not only didn&#39;t it fit, but because I was six-months pregnant, it didn&#39;t even go much past my boobs. What did it matter? Half the doctors in my town had now seen me naked. What&#39;s another one?<br /><br />While I waited for the doctor, I contemplated my reason for visiting all the doctors in the city. My husband, John, has a fetish. He loves playing with and drinking breast milk. One of the reasons he wanted to knock me up was so that I would start lactating for him. Since I&#39;d wanted a child anyway, getting pregnant wasn&#39;t a problem. If it helped satisfy his obsession with lactating women&#39;s breasts that was just an added bonus.<br /><br />The problem was that he started getting impatient. He knew that women started lactating in the later stages of their pregnancy, but it wasn&#39;t really milk - it was colostrum. He wanted milk.<br /><br />One day he was jerkin off to some lactation porn on some sleazy website when he came across a testimonial from some blonde who claimed that this miracle lactation drug (in three easy installments of $39.99) started her lactating the moment she ingested it.<br /><br />Being the gullible fool that he is, he bought it and now expects me to take this unknown drug for his silly fetish. I don&#39;t mind sharing my milk with him - in fact I want him to drink all the milk he can - minus what the baby needs. But who knows what this drug really is. Could be what they say it is or turn out to be something harmful. The last thing I want to do is take something that&#39;ll hurt the baby - especially this far along.<br /><br />So, I made him a deal. I&#39;d shop it around to a few docs and if any of them were willing to advise me on the use of the drug, I&#39;d take it. Under their supervision. He seemed deflated with that idea, but resigned and agreed.