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“Alright, now - look to your left.”
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“Eeeeexcellent. And now - look to your right.”
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“Amazing. I can already see an improved range of motion,” said Tim as he inspected his elderly patient. “How do you feel, Norman?”
“Like I am seventy years old again,” said his eighty-five-year-old patient with a chuckle as he stood up carefully.
Tim chuckled politely along with Norman and gently guided him to the door of his clinic, towering mightily over him. Norman took slow, careful steps, testing his body after his adjustments.
“Hey! The pain in my lower back is gone,” Norman said with incredulous eyes and turned halfway to the young chiropractor. “Thank you, Dr. Tim,” he said, now almost able to look up at Tim's eyes and reach out his hand for a handshake.
Tim shook his hand back and smiled warmly.
“I told you, just Tim is fine,” he said and gently patted Norman’s shoulder with his other hand.
“Well, Tim, I appreciate it nonetheless,” Norman said.
“It is my pleasure, Norman. Have a good day,” Tim said as his patient turned back towards the door and left his clinic.
Tim slumped with a worried sigh onto the edge of the adjustment table and looked around the clinic. The space was immaculate, smelling faintly of eucalyptus and sanitizing wipes. In the middle of the room - the pristine, dark leather of his specialized pelvic drop table stood. To his right sat a towering, state-of-the-art digital x-ray machine that hummed with expensive electricity. High-resolution anatomical charts detailing the human neuromusculoskeletal system hung perfectly straight on the freshly painted walls.
It had been over a year since Tim opened, and his clientele was not nearly enough to keep this place going. With all the money he owed for his expensive equipment, not to mention rent, electricity, and all the other overhead costs, he might have to shut the doors within a month or two.
-TSSSSSSS-
He heard the sound of the automatic front doors sliding open. Tim immediately got up and stepped out toward the reception area.
Standing nervously in the entryway was a young woman wrapped in a bulky, oversized beige duster coat. She was about medium height, about 5’6”. She clutched the edges of her coat with her small, well manicured hands, looking around the quiet clinic with wide, hesitant eyes.
"Um, excuse me?" she squeaked. Her voice was incredibly sweet and high-pitched. "Are you the doctor?"
"Uhhh… yeah. Yes! I am," Tim said. He took a quick giant step forward and offered a warm, professional smile. "I’m Dr. Tim. Or, I mean… Tim. Anyway, how can I help you today?" he asked, crossing his fingers together in front of him.
She bit her lower lip, looking incredibly sheepish and awestruck as she stared high up at him. She was just… gorgeous, with a heart-shaped face framed by soft waves of golden-brown hair that tumbled over her shoulders. Her light-caramel skin was flawlessly smooth, and her large blue eyes darted around nervously. Tim felt an inescapable attraction to her. He was always a professional, but this girl’s raw beauty and infinite cuteness were undeniable. He swallowed hard, trying to look as normal as he could despite his strong attraction.
"I’m… uhhhh… hehehehe… sorry, I don't know why I'm laughing… you're just… um… anyways… I'm so sorry," she fumbled her words cutely, shifting her weight from one leg to another. "I know I don’t have an appointment. I was just walking by and my back has been acting up so badly. Is it okay that I came unannounced? I can totally leave if you are busy… I should g…"
"Not at all," Tim said quickly, perhaps a fraction too quickly. He desperately needed the business, but he also found himself wanting her to stay. With every additional word that came out of her mouth he found her more and more attractively cute. "Walk-ins are perfectly fine. Please, come on in."
"Oh, thank goodness," she breathed out a sigh of relief. A radiant, bubbly, thankful smile broke across her face.
She let go of the coat's lapels, slipped the bulky garment off her shoulders and draped it over a waiting room chair.
Tim felt his breath completely stop in his throat. His jaw muscles locked tight, and his fingers twitched at his sides.
‘Oh… my… god…’ he thought immediately.
Beneath the heavy coat, this cute girl was wearing a skintight, pink athletic top and high-waisted black yoga pants. Her frame was slender and highly athletic. She had a small, narrow waist and a tight, perfectly perky ass that the yoga pants hugged sexily.
But her tits… oh, man. They were massive, and completely defied the rest of her slender body. The girl standing before Tim possessed breasts so extraordinarily large that they puffed out against the vast majority of her pink-covered torso, almost down to her belly button! Yet, despite that - they also projected more than half a foot from her sternum, creating a heavy, dominant shelf of the hottest cleavage Tim's ever seen. They were so large that they kept puffing sideways as well. Her arms couldn’t rest naturally at her sides, and were instead forced to flare outward a little.
Tim scrambled to estimate their size. It just didn't click for him. He knew that DD cups were considered the absolute biggest, and what he usually referred to as ‘huge’. Yet, something didn't make sense.
Tim roughly knew how big DDs are, and this girl's bust was much bigger than that size. Each one was… fuck… no way… but yes + each was as big as her entire head!! ‘Is there an… E cup? F?! But, no, she's a lot bigger than what would be a F. Could it be an… H cup??? Is that even a size?!’ he thought. Yet, that still felt like he was underestimating their size.
"I’m Heather, by the way, hehe…" the gorgeous, unusually busty girl chirped, her bubbly personality bursting through her initial shyness. She couldn't stop herself from giggling in front of Tim for some reason.
Heather stepped closer to Tim, and she had to crane her neck way upward to meet his gaze. At 6’11”, Tim was incredibly tall, and towered about three-heads worth over her. Heather paused, her eyes widening slightly as she truly took him in.
Despite trying not to be blunt about it - Heather failed to hide her long, dragging gaze all the way up, going from his fit torso, through his broad, fit shoulders and up to his face. She was mesmerized by the way his button-up shirt fitted exceptionally well to his lightly-muscled chest. She noted his handsomely styled, dark hair and his clean-shaven, chiseled jaw.
When her eyes finally met his kind, dark brown eyes, a blush so deep crept up her face. She quickly averted her tomato-like face away with a bashful smile. She was awestruck not just by how impossibly handsome he was, but mostly by how kind and warm he immediately seemed. Heather visibly tried to control herself, but found it impossible not to be drawn to this gentle, handsome giant.
Without noticing, she took another couple of steps towards him, now standing no more than two feet away. This forced her neck even higher, which she enjoyed immensely. She wondered how far up she'll have to crane her neck if she were to sit on her knees in front of him.
"N… nice to meet you, Heather," Tim said in a rattled voice. He put his open palm forward for a handshake. Heather bit her lower lip with exponentially growing interest and shook his hand. She almost groaned as she felt his strong, yet gentle grip on her delicate hand. Tim looked deeply into her shy eyes and smiled warmly at her, which sent a shiver down her spine. Heather would happily keep shaking his strong hand with her delicate, feminine grip for as long as he was willing to keep this up.
"Let’s head over to the consultation area and figure out what's going on with your back,” said Tim, and finally released the handshake, to her great disappointment. She made sure to “accidentally “ scratch his palm with her manicured fingernails on the way out of the handshake. Tim certainly felt that scratch, feeling pleasant jolts pass from his hand to his body. But he suppressed a groan as best as he could.
He gently placed his palm on her slender midback and guided her in front of him toward the drop table. Heather bit her lip as she relished his gentle-yet-confident touch on her back and followed suit in front of him.
Tim stifled the biggest groan in his life as he suddenly got a front row seat to ogle the cutest, tightest, perkiest looking ass he's seen in his life - being hugged beyond-sexily by those hot yoga pants. He could swear Heather was gyrating her hips more than necessary with her every step.
Tim deliberately sat on the chair furthest away from the table, maintaining a safe, respectful distance. He sat down, spreading his knees slightly in his dark suit pants, and grabbed a fresh intake clipboard. Heather sat on the middle of the table, perpendicular to him, about two feet away.
“So, Heather,” he said with his naturally deep, warm voice. Heather shivered to her name being uttered deeply by him. “What brings you here?”
"Well,” she said, looking up at Tim and smiling shyly. “My upper back just constantly aches," she said softly and sent her right hand behind her back to emphasize her point. As she was rubbing her back, her chest puffed out further in Tim's direction and her nipples suddenly became VERY apparent to him. Tim's eyes widened for just a second before he forced himself to look her in the eyes.
“It's just… my…”, she stopped and blushed deeply. “Um… well, my b… boobs… they're quite heavy. And big… as you can see. Well… I mean, ‘big’ is a relative term, I guess…” she muttered quietly to herself and suddenly looked away pensively. “Anyway, being a 34-N cup really takes its toll on my back, hehe…”, she giggled cutely and swayed her boobs a little from side to side. They jiggled hypnotically in front of Tim's disbelieving eyes, her long cleavage teasing him from below.
Tim's eyes widened. ‘Did she say N CUP??? Does that size even exist?! No wonder her back hurts. It's like carrying two babies on her chest!’
As she kept explaining her symptoms, she maintained a shy but undeniably flirty eye contact. With every few sentences, she shifted in her seat on her infinitely perky ass. A fraction of an inch here, a slight scoot there. Without ever making a sudden move, Heather imperceptibly closed the distance between them, until their legs were an inch or two away from each other. Her body language opened up entirely, her posture angled directly at him.
The AC was on, yet the clinic felt suddenly, very warm. Tim nodded along to her explanation, trying to ignore how hot she was. He set the clipboard on his lap and reached for his cuffs. Methodically, he unbuttoned them and rolled the sleeves of his light shirt up tightly past his elbows, exposing his thick, vascular forearms.
“...so it's just not always easy to twist my torso to… to… um… to…”
Heather stopped mid-sentence. Her lips parted slightly. Her eyes dropped instantly to his exposed forearms, tracking the flexing muscles as he folded the fabric. Her pupils dilated, and she let out a soft, breathy giggle that she could not quite suppress.
Heather was mesmerized by Tim's forearms. They were her weakness, and coupled with this specific action of rolling up his sleeve, she became an absolute puddle. She placed her hand to the side for support, aiming for the table. However, her hand accidentally landed right on Tim's right knee.
Tim stopped mid sleeve-roll and looked down. Heather followed his gaze, and suddenly realized where her hand was. Despite herself, she gently squeezed his knee a couple of times, which sent such pleasant jolts throughout his leg. They both looked at her feminine, well manicured hand for a couple of seconds, before Heather realized what she's done and jolted her hand away.
“Oh!! I'm so sorry, I didn't notice where… um…”
Tim took another second to relish the phantom feeling of Heather's hand squeezing his knee. It felt so good. She had a magic touch that, in the few seconds it happened - managed to stir his dick awake in his pants. It's not like he was tenting, thankfully, but he quickly closed his legs nonetheless.
“Ehm… it's… yeah, it's ok… don't worry about it. Um… why… why don't we start, then?”
“O… ok. Dr. Tim,” she said with deep, blushing cheeks and the most embarrassed smile on her face. She adjusted a beautiful strand of hair behind her ear, then placed both hands in between her knees. Her huge boobs puffed out ridiculously between her straight forearms, her nipples pointing straight at Tim's wide, disbelieving eyes.
“Oh….uh, just… just Tim is fine,” he said and tried with all his might not to get an erection in front of his piping-hot patient.
“Ok… Tim,” Heather said his name with an erotic undertone and a shy smile as she bit her lower lip with stifled lust. She held her gaze with his amazed eyes. Tim smiled nervously at her.
“Ok… um… well,” he stammered and loosened his shirt collar a little. “Please, lie down on the table, facing down,” he said and gestured his open palm at the table. Then he realized that Heather had gotten so close to him by now that his open palm was inches away from copping a feel of Heather's massive left boob. He quickly took his hand back and took a deep, calming breath.
“No problem - Tim,” she said and nodded erotically at him. Fuck!!! Everything she did carried undertones of raw sex! Tim's cock was really awakening down there. He took quick breaths as he saw Heather laying down on the table. Her ass was pointing up at him, begging him to grab each perky cheek with his large palms. Her boobs crushed against the table and lifted her torso by several inches.
Heather turned her head to look back at Tim.
“Hey, um… is my torso supposed to be lifted like this?” She asked innocently.
Tim looked at the way Heather's massive tits lifted her torso, and pondered how to answer that without losing his license.