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With Annie's tits seeming to grow bigger with every passing
day, I was both aroused and worried. I
decided to stop after work at a storefront office of a breast reduction surgeon
for a consultation. The specialist, Dr.
Fleischmann, escorted me into his combination office/examination room with a
paper-covered flat table on the side.
"I'm worried about my daughter Annie. Her, uh, breasts seem to be growing. Continuously!"
"How old is she?" he asked.
"Eighteen and a half.
Why?"
"That's a bit late for development, but these things
don't happen on a schedule. Every
woman's body is different. Does she
complain about pain or backaches?"
I hadn't thought about the effect of weight. "No.
They just seem larger every time I see them."
"And how often do you see them?"
Shit! "I didn't
mean naked. They're pretty evident under
her t-tops and stuff." Did he
believe me?
"I see. Well, if
they continue to grow, have her see her normal
physician, to determine the cause before you bring her to see me. Surgery is a radical choice. It almost always deadens the sensitivity of
the nipples, and there's always the possibility of infection. Perhaps the problem is hormones or -"
The doctor's pager rattle on his belt. He lifted the device to read the screen. His eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped. "I'm sorry, but I have an
emergency." He rushed into the
front hall, and then returned.
"I've set the door to lock behind you." He grabbed a black bag and bolted the other
way, out the back door.
I stood to leave, but noticed the lab coat he'd thrown onto
the floor in his haste. I picked it up
and slipped it on. A full length mirror
showed a reasonable fit. Doctor
Marcus. I wonder what it's like,
examining naked breasts all day?
A timid voice echoed in the waiting area. "Hi?
Is anybody here?"
I peeked out. A yound
lady in a fashionable black dress with high collar and higher hemline stood,
pigeontoed.
"Hello."
Damn, I'd been caught in the doctor's labcoat. I started to slip my arm from one sleeve.
"You're not closing are you? I don't have an appointment, but can I come
in and talk?"
It was only talk, and Dr. Fleischmann had provided a few
questions for me. Why not? It wasn't like this girl would be disrobing
or anything.
"Sure. Come on
into my, uh, office."I pointed to the chair I'd used and sat in the
doctor's leather swivel. "How can I
help you?"
"I saw your sign and the light was on -"
This young lady was in no need of Dr. F's services. Her breasts made nice lumps under her dress,
Not enough to reduce, for sure.
"I want breast implants!" She straightened up, whatever tit flesh she
had pushing forward. They weren't large,
but she wasn't flat either.
"That's a serious step, uh, I didn't get your
name."
"Felicity."
"From what I can tell, you're fine."
"These?"
She grabbed her breasts through the dress. "They're not mine. Falsies.
Here, I'll show yu." With no
hesitation, she reached behind and unzipped her dress, pulling the front to her
waist. Before I could react, she handed
her padded bra to me. Sure enough, thick
soft padding was sewed into both cups. A
raised spot simulating an erect nipple poked from the front surface. I slowly raised my head to look at her.
"See?" She
thrust out her chest. "Too small,
right?"
My mouth was watering and my tongue was thick. They were small but delectible. I wanted to jump across the desk and suck
them. "They're a bit smaller than
average, but fine in shape and size. I'd
advise against."
"How can you tell? Don't you have to touch them or
something?"
She was inviting me to get physical. Of course, she thought I was a doctor. Could I do this, in good conscience? Oh well, it was only tit fondling. I'd done much worse with Annie's friends.
"Why don't you get up on - " She held her dress at
her waist as she shuffled to the exam table and hopped up. In the process, her skirt slid up on her
thighs. Her legs were a better asset.
I placed one hand gently on a breast. Her nipple was already warm and firm, but I'd
only touched her. Something else had
gotten her excited.
"Are your nipples always so hard?" I asked.
"Derek, he's my boyfriend, and I were, uh, like messing
around before. See, we were going to do
it tonight."
I pulled my hand back.
Shit! Felicity was a virgin on
the verge of deflowering, and I'm standing here cupping her tit. "Why don't you zipup? You need to think long and hard about
something this serious." My dick
was long and hard, thinking about an exited woman bare from the waist up.
"I don't need to think.
They're out of proportion. Derek
said so. See?"
She stood. Without
support, her dress dropped to the floor.
She was buck naked.
I wanted to ask why there were no panties.
"Oops, I forgot. Derek stuffed my panties in his pocket. You know, when we were in getting ready to do
it. Look at my profile and you'll
see."
She was right. Her
ass was shapely, curved but not too big.
However, her breasts were small lumps.
"You have a very nice body," I said. Maybe she'd get dressed and leave before
things went any further.
She jumped back up on the table, now naked.
"Not nice enough for Derek. When I took my bra off, he zipped up and
started to drive me home."
If this went on much longer, I was going to drive my dick
home, between her legs. Why did she have
to walk into my office? Shit, it's not
mine, is it?
I rubbed my wrist, the one that had been badly cut in an
industrial accident. It always itched,
and the feeling never completely returned.
Perhaps I could convince her with facts.
"If you have surgery, nerves will be cut. Your breasts won't be as sensitive."
"Can you show me?"
God have mercy. I put
my hands on her breasts. I couldn't help
but squeeze them, but professionally like a doctor would. I guessed.
"See how that feels?"
"Ooh, that feels good.
Derek Wouldn't even touch them. I
jumped out at a stoplight." Her
face was raised, her eyes and mouth half-open.
She threw her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. "Mmmm."
I opened my mouth to speak and her tongue slipped in. I tried to avoid contact, but she was
determined and there are only so many places you can try to hide your
tongue. I pressed her breasts harder,
and thumbed her nipples, already stiff.
She released me from her grasp. "Wow!
That was so much better than Derek!" her face turned red. "Do many of your patients get all turned
on when you examine them, doc?"
I made up an answer. "Not usually."
"Have many kissed you?"
"No, I have to admit, you're my first."
Her hand slid down between my legs, tracing the outline of
my erection. "And do your patients
usually get you excited, like now?"
I pulled her hand from my genitals. "No.
I'm a professional." A
professional cherrybuster.
She tilted to one side. "Oh god, I'm leaking all over
your table." A damp spot on the
paper was exposed when she spread her legs.
"Maybe my breasts are sensitive."
I hadn't removed one of my hands.
"Does this happen often?" I asked.
"Yeah, every time Derek and I make out. Sometimes, even when I just think about
sex. Maybe you could take a look and see
if something is wrong?"
Examine her dripping pussy?
"I'm not that kind of doctor."
"But you went to school, right? Just take a peek. Maybe its obvious." She pulled my lingering hand from her
breast. "Sorry."
Me too. I enjoyed tweaking her nipples between my
fingers. Was I the source for her
dampness?
She spread her legs, but there were no stirrups to support
their weight. Before I knew it, her legs
straddled my shoulders, as I moved my face closer to her moist cunt. "See anything?"
I could see everything - the inflated cunt lips that opened
and closed like a fish under water, a protruding clitoris. "Everything seems to be in order."
"You have to do more than look, right? You know, check around?"
I placed a finger at the opening and slid a cunt lip
aside. Liquid seeped from the broadened
opening. "You certainly do generate
a large amount of bodily fluids."
"That's' cause I'm all horny. I was so ready to do it with
Derek."
I used two fingers to separate the flesh petals. She was juicy and pink and hot to trot. She was planning on her first fuck
tonight. But with her boyfriend, not me.
"I try to get off with my finger, but it never
works. See?" She slipped her middle finger in between the
folds of moist flesh, our hands touching.
Rapid movement in and out had her hips humping. "It's - I feel - I mean, oh God
-" The humping stopped. "I get so close, but then it just
fizzles." She placed her hand on
mine. "You try."
She guided my finger into her pussy. Hell, it was just a finger. I probed gently, making sure to stroke her
clit occasionally for added excitement.
Her bouncing and moaning resumed.
Then, she stopped.
"There! I need more than a
finger. I need Derek's dick."
"Or mine."
Shit! Did I say that out loud?
"Oh, doctor!
Would you? I mean, that probably
violates some oath or something."
I hadn't taken any oaths.
"You'd consider -"
"Drop your pants," she ordered as she sat up.
I unbuckled and unzipped.
My erection poked out from the waist of my skivvies.
"You're huge!" she cried. 'Derek's dick is only half as big."
So she and Derek had played with each other below the
waist. I dropped my shorts so she could
see the whole thing. Maybe that would
change her mind.
"Will it fit? I
mean, it's so big!"
"Women's vaginas are very elastic. They can accommodate a penis of any
size." I didn't tell her that
sometimes, that meant that the prick would extend all the way up past the
cervix into the womb.
She laid back, legs apart.
"Try a little."
That's what they all say.
They want a little, and before I know it, they're grinding their groins
against mine, my full eight inches buried in their pussies. As requested, I wiggled the head between her
cunt lips and pressed forward.
"Oh god, it is too big.
Leave it there for a minute."
Her pussy throbbed against the sensitive area just behind the tip. I couldn't help but move back and forth a
bit.
"Not so deep," she whimpered.
Deep? I was barely
in. "Okay. Squeeze, then relax."
She tightened and then loosened her groin muscles. I slid another inch deeper.
"No! No
more!"
She'd only taken two inches.
Hell, at this rate, we'd still be there when the doctor arrived the next
morning. "I thought you wanted to
fuck," I said. Young teeses! "Well, this is fucking." I gave her another inch, maybe two.
"Stop! Shit, it
hurts!"
What in the world is she talking about? Her cunt is practically a fountain. Maybe she just needs to stretch a bit. I pulled out to her entrance and then back
in, no further than before. Once. Twice.
I could feel her tightness giving way.
The feeling was excruciating. I
wanted to bury my prick all the way in and then fuck her until she got the
release she was demanding.
"That's better," she sighed.
I pressed on.
"Hold on! That's
too much!"
I was in about five or six inches, by my guess.
"What was that?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I listened for the sound of a door or
footsteps. In the distance, I heard a
series of notes.
"La Cucaracha!" she cried. "That's Derek's car! He's looking for me!"
Derek was old news.
It was me between her legs, me with five inches buried in her pussy, me
pinching her nipples, me preparing to deliver the exstacy she deserved, not
some four inch prick who badmouthed her breasts. I slid my prick up and back the same five
inches. Okay, maybe six.
"He's looking for me!" she cried. "Let me up!"
I slid my hands from her nipples to her shoulders. "You asked me to fuck you, didn't
you?"
"Yes, but -"
"Then that's what I'm going to do."
The sound got louder.
What a stupid car horn! I thrust
in and out, over and over.
"No! God
no! It's too big! Take it out!"
I pulled almost all the way out, then leaned in and gave her
my entire length.
"Noooo!"
Her hands, which had been pushing at my chest, slapped at my face. The horn was much closer, within the
block. I stood straight, my penis
slurping out from her pussy. She swung
off the table and stepped into her dress.
With her feet partially in her shoes, she wobbled out through the
waiting room and out to the street. The
car's horn blasted into the storefront through the open door.
I slumped into the patient's chair. What had I done? I practically raped that girl! Why would I do such a thing? They always ask, don't they? They want to be fucked. And, I oblige.
Fists pounded on the locked front door. Someone - Derek? - shouted nasty words. Then tires screeched.
Had any of Annie's friends ever changed their minds? Not before Felicity, unless my memory is
foggy. How many had said "no"
and I didn't notice? My dick hung half
erect, unused. I needed to cum, and I
wasn't going anywhere before I shot my wad.
There must be something, maybe a medical text with sketches of nude
women, or an anatomy chart. Something!
Dr. Fleischmann's file cabinet in the corner of his office
was unlocked. I scooted over on Dr. F's
rolling chair, pants and skivvies still at my ankles. Bingo!
In carefully labeled folders were patient records, including
photographs. No names on the folder
tabs, just a letter followed by a eight digit number - looked like a birth date
- and then a three digit sequence number.
I took out a wad of folders and rolled back to Dr. F's desk. The pictures were torso shots between the
neck and waist, before and after.
Yum! I worked my way through the
"As" and my erection returned.
As I examined each photo in the "B" files, I stroked myself
harder, precum leaking.
Halfway through the "Cs" I found a patient file
with only one photo, but what a photo! I
drooled over a patient with a perfect pair of tits. Only one photo, no surgery. Who'd want to modify these beauties? I pounded my prick into submission, grabbed
Felicity's padded bra from the desk, and spurted into one of the cups.
I dropped the soiled bra in Dr. F's wastebasket. I couldn't exactly take it home, could
I? Still naked, I put the folders back
carefully and plopped down in Dr. F's chair to catch my breath. I poked around his middle desk drawer -
nothing special there. Then, I tried the
left drawer. Locked. Hmm, but there was a set of keys in the
middle. After half a dozen tries, one
turned. Installed in the drawer was a
flip up LCD video screen, a mini DV tape player and a set of knobs and
switches. I toggled all the switches on,
and the LCD screen lit up, showing Dr, F's examination table just across the
room. I stood up, and the edge of my
back showed on screen. A camera! I turned and examined the painting hanging on
the wall behind his desk. Sure enough,
at the center of a wildflower, the camera lens.
Why that old perv - videotaping his patients while he examined
them.
Two thoughts hit me.
Felicity and I could have been captured on video. Thank god we weren't. I wasn't at all proud of my behavior. Second, where was the good doctor storing his
tapes? Bottom drawer, that's where I'd
put them. Locked. Another key?
Ah-ha! The motherlode! Stacks of video tapes, all labeled with the
letter/birthday/sequence numbers. The
thought of watching Dr. F examine all those young ladies renewed my
erection. No, not all of them. Just C-19871114-002, Miss Perfect Tits. I fumbled through the stacks until I found
the object of my search. I slid the tape
into position and pressed play.
The scene played out before me:
The camera catches Dr. F rising from his chair, approaching
a young woman sitting demurely on the examination table. Blonde hair keeps falling in front of her
face, her hand comes up to push it behind her ears. White blouse, modest skirt that only shows
her knees, both of them tight together.
No sign of a mother or father in the room. Curious.
The sound is muffled, but who needs sound? Dr. F stands in profile talking. After a bit of hesitation, Miss Perfect
begins to unbutton her blouse. Dr. F
keeps a straight face, although one eyebrow rises as her bra comes into view.
It is flesh colored, and if I squint, she looks naked. My dick bucks, demanding attention. I ignore the thickening brute.
On screen:
Dr. F continues to talk, leaning on the table next to
her. This forces her to turn slightly,
and the camera captures a three-quarters view of her bust. Outstanding, a technique Dr. F probably
perfected after many tapings. Now she
blushes, a deepening pink that flows from her face down onto her neck and
chest. In dramatic fashion, in slow motion, Miss Perfect reaches behind her back
and unsnaps her bra. Her arms keep the
item in place even when her hands return to her lap, folded. Dr. F continues to talk, more rapidly
perhaps, certainly more animated. His
hands are moving wildly, and for a moment I expect him to grab the bra from her
chest. Instead, he turns from her and
walks towards the desk, blocking the camera view.
Show over? My prick heaves a heavy sigh.
The performance continued:
Dr. F turns around and moves back towards the exam
table. He takes his place on the far
side of the patient, who, miracle of miracles, has shed her bra and sits naked
from the waist up, shoulder back, thrusting those firm round beauties for all
to see. Well, not all, just the doctor
and his closest friends. Like me. His hand shakes as he cups one of her
tits. Her eyes close, as if she doesn't
want to believe this is happening. His
thumb moves, subtly, across her nipple.
Her eyes flash open and she raises her arms to cover, effectively
knocking Dr. F's hand away. Dr. F walks
back towards the camera and reaches into his left drawer. What is he doing? Zooming in!
I catch phrases like "test for sensitivity" and
"determine the density." He
blocks the camera for a long time.
Suddenly, the screen is filled with her tits. Glorious.
She is no longer sitting straight.
Her shoulder droop, as if defeated.
Dr. F takes one breast in each hand.
He hefts them, caresses them around the top and sides, and returns his
thumbs to active duty, flicking across her nipples. At this magnification, her breasts fill the
screen, her nipples red and pointy.
She's turned on, probably leaking in those demure panties of hers. Dr. F kneads her tits, pressing fingers into
the flesh.
I need her, too, but she'd only on tape. I grab my dick and rub up and down,
pretending Dr. F's hands are mine, and I'm feeling up the most perfect pair I've
ever seen. It doesn't take long, and the
other cup of Felicity's bra is stained by semen.
The tape has ended. I
lean back, trying to catch my breath, spent.
I try to put the tapes back in reasonable order but if Dr. F had them in
a particular sequence, then I fucked that up good. I locked both drawers up and tossed the keys
back in the middle.
Case number C-19871114-002 must live somewhere in the
vicinity. Odd that I'd never run into
her, with all the contact I'd had with Annie's classmates. Maybe some day.
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