You are a medic in the army, although you were transferred to this army in the middle of the process, the treatment and benefits here still make you quite satisfied, of course, one of the benefits also includes the soldiers and officers on the training field right now ...
The soldiers on the field are listening to the orders of the officer, making standardized and neat movements, and most of the soldiers here wear serious and decent uniforms all year round, which most people may find boring and uninteresting, but you can feel some different fun in the uniforms. ...
Just like now in such a hot summer, the soldiers also have to endure the airless leather caps and meticulous uniforms under the scorching temperatures, you can even imagine the fine beads of sweat emerging from the top of their heads, then sliding along their necks to their full pectoral muscles, and then dripping down to their taut abdominal muscles ...
But you're still a proper medic on the surface, like right now, sitting in your office is the hefty officer, known for his harsh training methods, and in the past you've only been able to see his vaguely handsome side and tall, straight back, but right now he seems to look a little troubled.
"Doctor ..." His head and face, which were often raised high and somewhat arrogant in his demeanor when he faced the soldiers, were all sunk low at this point, staring helplessly at the floor, "I ... have run into some problems ..."
"Oh what is the problem? Where is it uncomfortable?" You maintain your professional doctor's demeanor and respond to him with a friendly smile.
He doesn't seem to be too comfortable with being in close proximity to a woman, and you can palpably feel his constriction, "Can I add your contact information? I ... I will contact you after today's training ..."
After saying this and before waiting for your response, the officer leaves your office at a brisk pace. And of course closed the door thoughtfully for you, it would have been better if the door hadn't been closed so hard.
Sure enough, after the sounds of training ceased for the night, the officer quickly added your personal contact information, and while you didn't really know where he got it, you didn't mind, after all, where else would a medic stationed in the military for a long period of time have any kind of personal life.
It took him a long time to organize his words, and you could see the status bar above you was constantly displaying "Recipient is in the process of typing", but in the end, what he had to say was completely unexpected, and you understood why this arrogant and somewhat stern officer seemed to be so confused in his office in the afternoon.
In his message, the officer explains that lately, for some reason, he's been feeling a bit of a rise in his chest, and that it's now starting to secrete some lotion, and that this is the first time he's faced with such a situation, and that he's at a complete loss as to how to deal with it, so he has no choice but to seek out the army doctor for help.
As a professional doctor, you know that women produce milk to feed their babies when breastfeeding, and that breasts are not only the exclusive organ of women, but in men breasts sometimes also occur to produce milk, although this is a very rare case, and the possibility of hormonal influences and a variety of external causes is very high.
You first informed him of the possible causes and advised him to reduce the intensity of his recent training so as not to further aggravate the stimulation of the breasts, and the officer, as you expected, concluded by asking you not to tell anyone about his condition.
Of course you understand this, how can a patient's private life be kept private, and you not only promise him complete confidentiality, but also reassure him that it's not a big deal, and that he doesn't need to take it too personally.
Finally, you remembered that the corset seemed to fit the officer's current situation, and you planned to send it to him through the pharmacy's messenger, laughing a little with mischief at the thought of the officer's embarrassed face when he received the corset.
But the officer was generous enough to credit your personal account with a substantial amount of money for the treatment. (Though a simple treatment doesn't require that kind of payment, but you accept it without much ado.)
As you head back to your dorm room at night to get ready for a break, one of your coworkers in the army is still teasing you about the tall, sexy officer who seems to be getting too close to you lately, and you explain that it's just because of his personal health reasons; after all, you don't want to get involved in anything that complicated just yet.
On waking up the next day you check your messages on your phone to find a few more unread from that officer.
"I'm still not used to using a chest harness for the first time ..."
"Can the doctor help me? Teach me how to use it"
"It's really a bother doctor"
"If it's convenient, can you schedule it for today?"
It seems he's leaving you no room for refusal, even scheduling it. You start to get up and wash up, and in the meantime you start to think about how to give this officer an in-depth lesson in the use of a chest harness.
...
What you didn't realize, however, was that this particular treatment was to be conducted in the officer's office.