Annie's tits seemed to grow bigger every week before she left for college. I was both aroused and worried, and needed someone other than Harriett to discuss it with. Someone knowledgable. I decided to make an appointment and 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 rattled 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 young lady in a fashionable black dress with high collar and higher hemline stood, pigeon-toed.

"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 answers 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. It was way too low, so I fumbled with a level to rase the height. "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."

"Well, 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 you." 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 delectable. 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, the garment 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 get dressed? 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 I guessed a doctor would. "See how that feels?"

"Ooh, that feels good. Derek wouldn't even touch them. I jumped out at a stoplight on the way home after we argued." 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, like you said. You're so smart."

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? And you were right about my breasts. 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 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 one labia 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 as I retracted my digit. 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?

She blushed. "Oh, doctor! Would you? I mean, that probably violates some oath or something."

I hadn't taken any oaths. "You'd consider doing it with -"

"Take off 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.