Tim’s fists were clenched, his knuckles white, as he was looking down at the sizzling-hot, unbelievably busty girl waiting for him on his drop-table. He shut his eyes tight and opened them, trying to calm down. Nope, that perfect ass with its beautiful, perky curvature still teased him. In fact, Heather was absentmindedly swaying it from side to side, unaware of the massive effect it had on Tim.
Heather was lying face down on his table, or at least trying to lie face down. Because of how unimaginably huge, 34-N cup tits were, her upper torso was almost entirely suspended in the air. The heavy, pink-clad globes of pure flesh acted like a pair of giant, half-filled basketballs wedged under her chest. Her chin was pushed awkwardly upward, and her lower back was severely arched, just to allow her knees to touch the lower cushions. The sheer volume of her breasts was so tremendous that they spilled aggressively out from the sides of her skintight, pink top, pooling against the leather on either side of her slender ribcage.
Tim desperately tried to find a medical, professional way to answer her innocent question about her posture without sounding like a total creep.
"Uh... no, actually… ehm!" Tim stammered, clearing his throat loudly. "The spine needs to be completely parallel to the table. Please, um, can you… uh… just… sit up for just a second?"
Heather pushed herself up with a cute little grunt, and Tim’s eyes widened in further shock. Now it was even worse. With her arms propped up straight against the table, Heather’s giant boobs just barely elevated above its surface, reaching the mid-point between her elbows and wrists. This basically created a “window of boobs” that swayed like two pendulums. Meanwhile, her peachy, perfect little ass wiggled enticingly at him, as if begging to be smacked.
Heather smiled back cutely at her tall, handsome, embarrassed doctor while holding this position for a moment. Tim’s face reddened when he realized she’d caught him staring. Yet, her mischievous smile indicated she not only didn’t care, but intended for him to stare. Then, she quickly sat back on her knees and shins, her chest puffed out proudly for Tim’s feasting eyes.
A valley of more than 6 inches of cleavage bulged as Heather’s arms were ensconced in the crest between her luscious, folded thighs. Tim couldn’t avoid glancing at her nipples for a second. They were just so erect through her pink top.
She watched with wide, curious blue eyes as Tim quickly turned around, walked over to the storage cabinet and then returned with a firm, thick clinic pillow.
"We need to build a bridge, essentially," Tim explained as he carefully placed the pillow right in front of Heather’s knees. "This will elevate your hips and lower torso to match the... uh... the natural elevation of your chest." he said and then stood about foot in front of Heather, getting a direct view from above at her long cleavage. As Heather was seated on her knees, she was looking so high up at him, her neck craning back ridiculously.
"Oh, wow," Heather giggled cutely, bringing a small, perfectly manicured hand up to her mouth. "That’s so clever, Tim. Well… I guess this pillow will be good for me. It’s a good thing I came in for a treatment and not my sisters. I hope you have a lot more pillows back there, because a single pillow wouldn't help any of them,” she said pensively as she gauged the pillow’s elevation.
“Your… your sisters?” Tim’s eyebrows and dick perked up as one.
“My younger sisters,” said Heather casually.
“Oh…”, said Tim cautiously. “Hhhhhow… how many do you have?”
“Four. I’m the bi… ugh…oldest one” Heather said and rolled her eyes, annoyed. “They never let me forget that even for a second. Annoying little-gigantic brats.”
Tim paused, not sure how to process this information.
'So… Heather’s the smallest of all the sisters??? Her tits are the size of actual bowling balls. Is she joking?' he thought, his brain short-circuiting as he tried to picture boobs even bigger than the ones in front of his eyes.
“B… but…”, Tim stammered, feeling his dick awakening. ‘Fuck… how am I gonna get through this session?!’ he thought. But something didn’t make sense to him. “Wait, but, so… how old are you? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Heather sighed and pushed her arms even more against her tits, causing them to bulge even further.
“I’m 25,” she answered simply.
“But… so… and, well… you said you grew up to… this size. Um… 34-N, cups, right? Sssso… when, how… how long have you been…” Tim really sweated at this point.
“How long did I have these lil’ boobies of mine?” Heather finished the sentence for him with a cute smile, a little more crudely than he would’ve. She pushed her palms against the sides of her tits to emphasize her point. Tim’s eyes bulged and he felt himself getting red-faced again. He gulped but nodded shyly.
“Well…”, she said with a pensive finger on her full lips. “I started growing them when I was about 12 years old. They weren’t that big at first. But by the time I was 14 I started wearing D-cup bras. I think I was a J-cup by the time I graduated high-school. That’s when they really started getting quite heavy for me. But then instead of stopping at 18, they just kept growing, about a cup size every couple of years, and here I am now. With N-cups, that my poor back has to carry all day. Which is why I came here, actually,” she summarized with a sweet smile.
Tim shivered.
“I… I see… and… ffff… but… well, your… your sisters… you said they’re even bigger than you? And yet younger?? How… when… when did they… how…”, the more he spoke, the less confidence Tim had in how appropriate it was. However, Heather didn’t seem to mind answering his questions.
“Oh they’re a complete anomaly, Tim. You have no idea. They all started growing much earlier. Kelsey entered puberty when she was 10, and became as big as I am now by the time she was 12! Imagine that, N-cups at 12. Though I guess her band size back then was like, 20 inches around or something. And don’t even get me started on little Maisie… well… hehehe… she won’t stop laughing if she heard me calling her ‘little’... Maisie… I mean… pfffffff… she entered puberty when she was 9, then entered another puberty at 12, and then another at 16!”
Tim was shocked.
“Wow, so… how does Maisie manage, having the biggest bust of you all?” He asked incredulously.
Heather burst out laughing.
“Hahahaha… biggest??? Oh, wow. Yeah, no. Nooooooo… Maisie might be big, but she's nowhere near Karina's size. Sheesh…,” she said with a head shake.
Tim gulped and felt a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.
“And like… I don’t even know how to begin explaining Dani to you… she’s just… pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…” she trailed off.
A twitch in Tim’s cock reminded him where he was and what he was doing. ‘What in the actual fucking FUCK is she talking about???????’
He violently shook his head, forcing himself to bury his nasty thoughts deep down, and put on his professional mask back into place.
"Let’s uh… let’s… alright - Heather. Let’s um… ehmmmm… let’s try this now. Just slide your hips up onto the top pillow."
*
Heather nodded slowly, sending a shiver down Tim’s spine, before she crawled forward and placed her straight arms against the table again. She hovered over the pillow, but instead of laying down, she stopped. Heather looked down at the pillow, then down at her own ridiculously massive cleavage, and then peered up at Tim through her long eyelashes.
"Wait so…," she squeaked softly, biting her plush lower lip. "If my hips go here... where do my boobies go? They always get so squished. I don't want to mess up your setup, Tim. Can you... maybe, help me get positioned right?"
Tim took a deep breath. Heather stayed hovering on all fours, looking like a hugely-busty, helpless sex-minx. The posture arched her back in a beautiful curvature, poking her incredibly tight, perky ass up into the air for Tim’s ravenous eyes to feast on. And her torso was so fit and slender, curving enticingly inwards.
Tim swallowed audibly. She was asking him to physically handle her. He was a doctor, and touching his patients was part of his job, but the sheer hotness of her unbelievable assets was almost terrifying.
"O... okay. Yes, of course," Tim said. “I'm gonna… um… hold onto your waist now… o… ok?”
Heather didn't respond, and instead simply waited ever so patiently for him to grab her with an innocent smile. Tim gauged her for another second before he took her silence as a sign for approval.
He stepped in close. At six foot eleven, he loomed over her petite five-foot-six frame like a giant. He reached out with his trembling, large hands. Keeping his fingers splayed wide and rigidly professional, he clamped his strong palms directly onto her narrow, toned waist. Jesus, it was akin to a supermodel's, and couldn't have been more than 23 inches around, tops!
Fuck, she was so smooth and pleasant to the touch. So incredibly sexy. He felt the heat of her skin radiating through the thin fabric of her high-waisted yoga pants on his palms.
Heather let out a soft gasp at the gentle-yet-firm contact on her slender waist. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm... your hands are so big and warm, Tim..." She felt so secure in his hands. Tim's secure hold on her waist immediately sent the juices production in her pussy into action.
"Heh… o… ok, just uh... just relax your core," Tim instructed quietly. His voice was shaky, betraying his self control facade. "I’ll guide your hips down. You just need to let your upper body sink into the headrest."
“Ok Tim, just move my body the way you want to,” she said innocently as she was looking forward while wiggling her cute bum a little beyond Tim's hands. Tim’s cock twitched violently upon hearing her say that. ‘Fuck… just… FUCK… please stop…’ he begged internally.
Slowly, Tim guided her forward and down. As her hips met the pillow, her upper body descended. Tim had to lean over her to ensure she was straight. He was so close he could smell the intoxicating scent of her feminine perfume.
As her heavy boobs made contact with the table, physics took over her body. The massive volume of her 34-N cup tits had nowhere else to go but out. They flattened against the table’s padding, expanding outward in all directions. The pink fabric of her top stretched to a near-translucent sheer state, as the pressure built from within. The heavy, soft sides of her breasts ballooned out so far past her ribcage that they nearly touched the edges of the chiropractic table!
Tim quickly pulled his hands back from her waist the second she was settled, terrified his fingers would graze the bulging side-boob that was now occupying a considerable percentage of the table's surface area.
"How... how is that?" Tim asked, wiping a sheen of sweat from his forehead.
He bit down hard on his lower lip as he watched Heather wiggling her hips a little and grinding her pelvis softly into the pillow to get comfortable. Her body was practically screaming for Tim to grab her.
"Mmmmm, much better," she purred. She turned her head sideways on the face-hole, looking up at him with a completely trusting smile. "Thank you, Tim. I’m totally in your hands now, hehe."
The sheer trust and underlying submission in her words sent a quick jolt of excitement straight to Tim's cock. It was not hard yet, but it was quickly starting to fill and thicken with blood. His body was waking up, realizing exactly how dangerously hot this situation was.
'Don’t look at her boobs. Don't look at her boobs,' Tim commanded himself fiercely, then made the mistake of looking at her perfect, perky ass. ‘Shit!!!’
He took a deep breath. "Alright, Heather. I’m going to start with a palpation. I’m just feeling the spine to find subluxations, which are basically areas where the joints are restricted, misaligned, or where the muscles are holding too much tension."
"Mmmmmmkay," she purred, closing her eyes and relaxing her face completely back into the face hole.
With trembling hands, Tim placed his large, warm palms gently onto the very top of her spine, right at the base of her neck. He slowly dragged the pads of his fingers down the smooth, lightly tanned skin of her back. Her back was incredibly toned and athletic, in ridiculous contrast to the impossibly huge breasts spilling out beneath her.
He traced the muscles on either side of her vertebrae, pressing his thumbs firmly into the tissue.
“Mmm… mmmm… mm… mmmmm…” Heather hummed absentmindedly every couple of vertebrae. Tim's fingers just felt so good as they pressed gently into her skin. She'd happily let him roam over her spine all day. Tim felt his cock gaining heft with every such hum and futilely did his best to stay focused on the task at hand.
Every time Heather took a deep breath, her lungs expanded her ribcage, and in turn - her massive tits squished outward even further with every inhale, and retracted slightly with every exhale. Tim's eyes darted and grew wider with every inhale.
"You have... Ehm... you have a lot of tension up here, in the thoracic area," Tim murmured, trying to keep the conversation strictly medical to cool his blood. He slid his hands lower, dragging his thumbs down her spine. As he reached her mid-back, Heather let out a quiet, incredibly erotic hum.
"Mmmmhmmm... right there..." she whispered erotically. Every such hum sent another jolt up Tim's dick.
Tim’s hands continued their slow descent. He reached the lower lumbar region, his thumbs tracing the very top edge of her black yoga pants. He pressed his fingers into the muscular curve just above her tailbone.
"Ok, we've reached what's called the ‘iliac crest’ right now," Tim explained, trying to steady his voice. "It’s the top border of your hip bone. It helps me gauge if your pelvis is tilted or holding uneven stress."
“Mmmmmmmm,” Heather let out a soft moan that further hardened Tim's dick. She shifted her perky ass upward instinctively, pressing the curve of her lower back firmly up into his large hands.
"Mmmmm, it feels so good when you touch my iliac crest, Tim," she purred, her voice filled with flirtation. "You explain things so well. God, you’re so smart. I feel like you know exactly what my body needs."
Tim swallowed hard. His thumbs were resting right in the sexy dimples of her lower back. The heat of her pliable, upper ass cheeks was radiating into his palms. The praise, combined with the utterly submissive way she was offering her body up to his touch, was dismantling his professional defenses.
He could feel the blood flow rushing to his cock, waking it up entirely. He desperately shifted his stance, widening his legs slightly as his dick made its way sideways beyond the waistband of his dark suit pants and up underneath his button up shirt.
'Holy fuck. Keep it together, man,' Tim panicked internally. 'She’s just a patient. A very cute, very flirty, impossibly busty patient who is practically begging you to touch her. But a patient.'
He forcefully pulled his hands away from her hips. He took a full step back from the table, needing physical distance just to catch his breath.
"Okay," Tim said, his voice straining slightly. He cleared his throat again. "All done. Let’s start the actual adjustments with your neck. I need you to turn over and lie face up, please."
"Sure!" She chirped enthusiastically.
Heather slowly pushed herself up from the face hole, her massive tits dragging heavily against the leather table.
She rolled onto her side, and the sheer momentum of her head-sized breasts pulled her torso slightly with them. She let out a cute, surprised little yelp, her small hands frantically grabbing the edges of the cushion to stabilize herself. She flopped onto her back, letting out a loud huff of air that blew a strand of golden-brown hair out of her eyes.
The wobble on her boobs was hypnotic. It took them several seconds just to settle in place. Tim took a second too long to avert his eyes because it was just impossible not to look at her globes jiggling. He then quickly stepped in and pulled the thick clinic pillow out from under her legs, tossing it onto the nearby chair.
Laying on her back, the heavy masses of her chest had nowhere to drop but straight down against her ribcage and aggressively upwards. The bright pink fabric of her skintight athletic top stretched to a terrifying degree, the fibers turning almost white across the twin peaks of her breasts as they pooled into a massive, dominant mountain range.
The cleavage was spectacularly deep, a canyon that seemed to swallow the center of her top entirely. The upper slopes of her boobs bulged so high that they touched her collarbones and spilled further in the crests between her neck and shoulders!
They forced her to naturally tilt her chin slightly upward just to look over them. Because her chest was so impossibly wide in this position, her arms could not rest flat on the table beside her torso. Instead, they were propped up on the fleshy, spilling sides of her own breasts, her elbows jutting out into the air.
Tim stared for a short moment, astounded by the absurd volume of the girl lying obediently in front of him. 'Jesus Christ, they are practically suffocating her,' Tim thought.
The clear indentations of her nipples was evident through the pink top, teasing him. Tim forced his eyes up to her face, desperately avoiding the twin mountains of pink flesh. Heather smiled knowingly and winked at him.
‘Oh fuck!!!’ Tim thought, horrified, when he realized she'd caught him staring. Yet his dick only hardened further upon realizing she seemed delighted by his ogling.
He walked around to the head of the table and sat down on his small, rolling doctor’s stool.
From this angle, sitting directly behind the crown of her head, the view was even more arousing. Tim could not even see her stomach or her legs. The massive hills of her breasts completely blocked his line of sight, creating a massive, heaving, pink pile on her chest. Her cleavage was deep from this angle.
Heather tilted her head back, looking upside down at him. Her large blue eyes were sparkling with playfulness and mischievous lust. She gave him a beautiful, upside down smile.
"I’m ready for you, Doctor," she whispered.
Tim swallowed audibly. His cock was rapidly hardening into a very uncomfortable, almost full erection, going now past his waist band and up within his button up shirt.
He scooted the stool a few inches closer, positioning his knees on either side of the narrow headrest.
"A… alright," Tim said shakily. "I’m going to work on your cervical spine now. I just need you to relax your neck muscles entirely."
Heather let out a soft, relaxed sigh. Tim reached out with his large hands and gently slid his fingertips beneath the base of Heather’s skull, aiming to cradle the delicate, warm weight of her head.
However, there was an unavoidable logistical problem. Tim couldn’t quite reach her neck freely. Heather's huge tits were spilling so far upward and outward that they filled most of the space between her neck and shoulders. As Tim lowered his hands, his palms inadvertently copped a feel of the bulging, incredibly soft upper slopes of her tits.
Tim froze. They were impossibly soft, yielding to the pressure from his hands. Heather instantly noticed the contact. Her eyes widened for a split second, and then a wicked, incredibly hot smile spread across her upside-down face. Instead of moving away, she took a slow, tremendously deep breath in.
Her lungs expanded, pushing her chest even higher. The massive, pink-covered globes surged upward, pressing firmly and deliberately against Tim's palms. She held the breath, maximizing the skin-to-skin pressure, trapping his hands against the table with the sheer, undeniable weight of her bust.
Tim panicked. He didn’t know what to do, and desperately tried to minimize the contact with her boobs by clinging his hands to her neck. But it was unavoidable.
"Mmmmmmmm," Heather purred softly as she felt his hands firmly grabbing the back of her neck, her voice vibrating right into his hands. "Your hands are so big, Tim. I feel so safe with you holding my head like this." She kept intentionally breathing deeply and caused her tits to now smother the back of Tim’s hands again and again.
Tim’s breath hitched in his chest. Her complete submission, combined with the incredibly intimate, squishy pressure of her massive tits pinned against his hands, sent a violent surge of blood straight to his groin. His dick hardened even further.
He gripped the base of her skull a little tighter, his thumbs brushing against her jawline. The constant pressure of her soft tits was pure bliss, but he had to get this over with as soon as possible.
"Ok, I’m going to laterally flex your neck," Tim explained, praying she could not hear the shaky edge to his voice. "Just... let your head be completely heavy in my hands."
"Mmmm, ok, Tim... do whatever you want to my head," she breathed out, her eyes fluttering closed. She took every opportunity to say his name. It just felt so intimate, and Tim was clearly affected by her saying his name so sensually.
She went entirely limp. The utter trust she displayed was intoxicating. Tim took a steadying breath, trying to ignore the feel of her breasts touching his forearms. As he felt her nape from the bottom up with his fingers, Tim could swear Heather’s nipples hardened even further. ‘FUCK!’ he thought. Heather’s body responded to Tim’s fingers feeling up her neck in the most physical, visceral way it could. Tim tilted her head to the left, finding the exact point of tension in her cervical vertebrae.
“Ok… now, just relax your head like that, yeah…”, he said softly, then applied a quick, highly precise thrust.
-CRACK-POP-CRACK-
"Oooofffff!" Heather gasped loudly, her eyes opening wide.
Her hands immediately flew up from her sides, gripping the edges of the table with white-knuckled intensity. Tim instantly pulled his hands back from her head and snatched his hands away from under her boobs, practically leaping backward on his rolling stool. He needed distance immediately. He desperately tried to hide the raging, rock-hard erection.
Heather did not even notice him retreating. She was completely lost in the overwhelming physical sensation of the adjustment.
"Ahhhhhh... oh my god... wow..." she panted heavily.
Her chest began to heave dramatically with her every breath. The massive pink mountains of flesh bounced and jiggled with wild, uncontrolled momentum. She then started giggling uncontrollably, feeling something between the sting of the thrust and the overwhelming, rushing flood of endorphins.
Tim sat frozen on his stool, his dark eyes pinned to her chest. He could not look away.
Right before him's disbelieving eyes, the centers of her pink athletic top were tenting harder than ever. Her nipples were as hard as they got. They were pointing straight up toward the ceiling, demanding his absolute attention.
'Holy mother of god,' Tim thought, his jaw dropping slightly. His cock throbbed so hard it actually hurt.
Heather took over a full minute to come down from the high. She laid there, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted in a loopy, incredibly satisfied smile. The heaving of her chest slowly leveled out, though the two stiff, pink-covered peaks of her nipples remained violently erect.
She let out a long, happy sigh that fluttered her eyelashes. Slowly, she tilted her head back again to look at him upside down.
"Woooow," she said with an incredulous voice. "That was so intense. I felt it shoot all the way down to my toes!"
She stared while upside down into his dark eyes, then at his lips. She playfully bit her lower lip, letting her incredibly perky, head-sized breasts sway as she shifted her shoulders on the table.
“What’s the feeling like now, Heather? Do you feel any relief?” Tim asked from afar.
“Wow… everything is just so… loose. Oh my god… Tim, I feel so good. Thank you!” She said as she was clutching her neck and testing the motion of her head. "Did I do well like you asked me to, Tim?" she asked innocently, looking at him upside down with her wide, beautiful eyes, though her tone was dripping with raw, erotic implication. Her mouth opened halfway. ‘A perfect angle to come to her and… FUCK! NO!!! Stop it!!!!!!’ Tim scolded himself.
Tim’s entire body was wound tighter than a coiled spring.
"You... um... yes. You did perfectly," he stammered, his voice sounding breathless. He cleared his throat violently, grabbing his clipboard from the nearby counter just to give his shaking hands something to hold. "You have excellent... um... excellent mobility in your upper cervicals. Very good."
Heather giggled brightly. She loved how flustered he was getting. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.
"Yay!" She chirped, stretching her arms above her head. The movement pulled her pink top even tighter, showcasing the hard, jutting points of her nipples perfectly. "So - what’s next, Doctor?"
*
Tim took a long, deep breath, staring down at his clipboard to avoid looking at her magnificent, gravity-defying tits.
“Ehm, uh, next," Tim said, his voice trembling slightly, "we’re going to move to your mid-back. The thoracic spine. I need you to... um... to flip over again. Face down, please."
“Hoooooo…” Heather groaned playfully, as if being too lazy to move, but then smiled and winked to show she’s just joking. Tim chuckled back at her sarcasm. She wasn’t just hot. She was so fun to be around.
Heather rolled clumsily onto her side. The heavy momentum of her 34-N breasts dragged her down, forcing her to plant both of her small hands flat on the leather just to hoist her upper body. With a soft grunt, she flipped onto her stomach, carefully aiming her hips back onto the thick clinic pillow Tim had placed for her.
Her massive tits were crushed again between her ribcage and the table. They instantly flattened and ballooned outward, the sheer volume of soft pink flesh spilling so far out the sides of her top that it practically draped over the metal edges of the adjustment table. She stuck her face into the face-hold of the table once again.
Tim stood over her and tried to calm himself down. He deliberately kept his gaze locked strictly on the center of her back, refusing to look at the absurd, hypnotic jiggle of her side-boob as she wiggled her tight ass to get comfortable.
"Alright, Heather," Tim said. "This is a standard prone thoracic adjustment. I’m going to find the restricted vertebrae in your mid-back, cross my hands over the spine, and apply a quick, downward thrust. It might feel like a sudden pressure on your ribs. Is that ok?"
"Ooooooo yes! Press my ribs!” she chirped into the face-hole with utter trust. "Do my spine, hehe," she said with a giggle. Every word that came out of her mouth was dripping with playful, sexual innuendo that sent jolts of arousal down Tim’s already throbbing cock.
Tim positioned himself beside the table, spreading his long legs to find a stable base. He leaned his towering six-foot-eleven frame over Heather’s petite body. He placed the heel of his right hand directly onto her thoracic spine, right between her shoulder blades, and reinforced it by crossing his left hand tightly over the top.
“Mmmmm…” Heather moaned absentmindedly.
"Alright, take a deep breath in," Tim instructed quietly.
Heather inhaled deeply. Her ribs expanded, and her massive breasts pushed even harder against the table, lifting Tim's hands a full two inches into the air. Tim shut his eyes tight and opened them, but it was no go. This was one of the most erotic sights he’s ever seen. He shook his head.
"And let it all out," Tim said.
As her breath left her body in a long, sensual sigh, Tim locked his elbows. He engaged his core and dropped a significant portion of his heavy body weight straight down through his arms, aiming for the crisp, satisfying crack of a spinal release.
-Squish-
“Oooofffff…” Heather’s air puffed from her lungs.
However, there was no crack. Tim’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
Instead of her spine pushing back against his hands, the unbelievable mass of her boobs acted like two giant, overfilled water balloons. The force of Tim's thrust simply drove her ribcage deeper into her own cleavage. Her breasts absorbed the entire impact, squishing flat against the table. The pink fabric strained violently as the soft, heavy sides of her tits bulged obscenely outward, ballooning past her armpits with a loud, wet squeak against the leather.
Tim blinked in surprise. He held his weight there for a second, feeling the impossible softness of her chest completely negating his leverage. 'What the hell??' Tim thought, his eyes widening. 'It’s like pushing into a memory foam mattress.'
He pulled his hands back, frowning in confusion. "Ehm… hold… hold on. Let’s try that one more time, please. Deep breath in... and out."
He set his hands again, locked his elbows, and thrust downward with even more force.
-Squish-
“Oooooffff… hehehe.”
The exact same thing happened. Her magnificent tits simply pancaked under the pressure, the massive mounds of flesh spreading outward in all directions, safely cradling her ribs from the impact.
Heather giggled into the table. She turned her head sideways, looking up at Tim with one sparkling blue eye.
"Is everything ok, Tim?" she asked innocently, though her tone was playful. "Am I too soft for you?"
Tim felt a fresh wave of heat flood his face. His cock was jerking again and again with helpless arousal at her teasing words.
"Nnnn… no! You’re fine," Tim stammered quickly, wiping a nervous bead of sweat from his forehead. "It’s just... well... your, um... anatomy is making it a bit difficult to get a solid counter-resistance from the table. The tissue is absorbing the thrust before it reaches the joint."
Heather smiled mischievously, shifting her weight so her huge breasts rubbed heavily against the table. "Ohhhhh, I see. My heavy boobies are getting in the way of your hard work. I’m so sorry, Doctor. They’re just a part of me, I can’t do anything about them. I know they take up so much space, I’m sorry."
"Nnnnno need to be sorry. It’s your body and it’s perfect… I mean… perfect just the way it is… like… um… damn, sorry that came out wrong. I mean… your breasts are perfect… shit! No, well yes… I mean… fffffffffffffffff… sorry. So sorry, Heather, I didn’t mean to… you know… it’s just that… well, usually, most women patients are not as… anyway… never mind. Sorry… Okay!" Tim mumbled, feeling himself digging his own grave with every additional word. Heather’s smile kept widening the more he spoke, and caused him to blush profusely.
Tim took a step back, desperately trying to stay on course. "Ehm! So, no worries, we have alternative methods. We’re going to try the… um… let’s see… yes! The anterior dorsal maneuver. Ok, I got it. I need you to turn onto your back again, please. Sorry for all the hassle,” he said with renewed enthusiasm.
“That’s no problem at all!” Heather said happily as Tim’s enthusiastic mood infected her with that same enthusiasm. She quickly pushed herself up, her huge breasts swaying heavily as she rolled over on her back again. Gravity instantly pulled the massive weight of her 34-N tits back up her chest, piling the pink-covered flesh into a towering shelf of cleavage that rested just below her chin.
"Okay," Tim said, walking to the side of the table. He tried to look only at her eyes, but the sheer size of her chest was impossible to ignore. "For this one, I need you to cross your arms tightly over your… um… your chest. You’re going to act as your own support."
Heather smiled, a wicked, knowing little smirk playing on her plush lips.
She slowly brought her arms up. But instead of crossing them tightly over her sternum, she purposefully let her elbows rest on the very outer edges of her impossibly huge breasts. Her small hands dangled lightly over the top slopes of her breasts, completely failing to reach her opposite shoulders.
"Ugh, they just get in the way so much," Heather pouted cutely, giggling as she wiggled her fingers. "I don’t think I can really reach around them, Tim. They’re too big. Can you help me?"
Tim froze. She looked so helpless, lying on her back, her massive breasts heaving softly with every breath, asking him to physically press her arms down into her own cleavage. 'I am going to lose my license today…,' Tim panicked internally. His erection surged in his shirt.
"Y... yes. Let me help," Tim managed to croak out.
He leaned over her, his massive hands reaching down. He gently grabbed her delicate wrists. Her skin was incredibly soft. Carefully, fighting his own trembling fingers, he guided her right arm across her chest, pressing her forearm down into the soft, yielding mass of her left breast. Then, he folded her left arm over the right.
The pressure of her own arms forced her boobs to bulge even higher. The pink fabric was pulled so taut it became nearly transparent, and her stiff nipples were now trapped right beneath her own wrists, brushing against her skin with every breath.
"P… perfect," Tim said. He could not look away from the way her chest yielded to his touch.
"Now what?" Heather whispered, her large blue eyes locking onto his. Tim shivered but tried to continue regularly.
"Now, I have to… well… um… reach around you," Tim explained. "I’m going to place my hand under your spine, and I have to... I have to drop my weight onto your crossed arms. Is that ok?"
Heather's eyes dilated instantly. She let out a soft, shuddering breath. "Of course, Tim. Go ahead," she said, egging him on to manhandle her.
Tim stepped into her space. Because she was lying in the middle of the table, he had to widen his stance to lean completely over her. He threaded his right hand under her back, sliding his knuckles against the damp, hot skin of her spine until he found the restricted vertebrae.
To get the necessary leverage, Tim had to bend his knees. His dark suit pants brushed directly against the side of the table. His right thigh was pressed intimately close to her hip.
Heather did not miss the opportunity. Imperceptibly, she parted her knees just a fraction of an inch, allowing her left thigh to fall outward until it pressed firmly against the side of Tim's leg. The contact was electric. Tim sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. They were so close now.
"Ok, now, try to relax," Tim said softly. The closer they were to one another - the huskier their voices became, as more and more sexual tension built between them. Heather nodded softly, her face inches away from his.
He rolled her slightly toward him. Her entire body tilted, and the massive, heavy weight of her crossed arms and her head-sized breasts shifted directly toward his stomach.
Tim took a deep breath, and dropped his chest slowly.
It was absolute sensory overload. Tim’s broad, muscular chest collided heavily with her crossed arms. Because her arms were resting on top of her impossibly huge tits, the soft, yielding mounds of flesh acted like a giant pillow between them. Tim could feel the softness of her tits smothering through his thin button-up shirt. The intoxicating scent of her femininity completely filled his lungs.
He was practically lying on top of her with his arm curled behind her back. He could feel her rapid heartbeat thumping frantically against his own ribs.
He tightened his fist under her spine and thrust downward hard with his chest.
-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-
"Ahhhh!!! Oh, fuck yes!" Heather cried out loud at the immediate release.
The sound was pure ecstasy. She threw her head back into the headrest, her eyes rolling back slightly as a wave of intense, euphoric relief washed over her entire nervous system. She went completely limp beneath him, her body fully surrendering to his heavy, dominant weight.
For just a tiny second, Tim could not find the strength to move. His chest was buried in her massive, squished cleavage, his thigh burning against her leg. He was completely paralyzed by how incredibly good she felt beneath him. His cock was screaming, fully, painfully hard now, throbbing relentlessly against the confines of the hemline of his pants and underneath his shirt.
Then, reluctantly, Tim pushed himself back up. As he withdrew, his forearms inadvertently dragged over the tops of her breasts. The friction sent a visible shiver down Heather's spine.
She laid there, her arms falling limply to her sides, her chest heaving wildly. Her stiff, pencil-eraser nipples jutted proudly into the cool air of the clinic, demanding attention.
"Oh... wow..." Heather panted, a loopy, dazed smile spreading across her beautiful face. She looked up at Tim, her blue eyes dark and heavy with undeniable lust. "That was... unbelievable. I felt that all the way down my spine."
Tim took two large steps backward, practically retreating to the wall. He crossed his arms over his waist, desperately trying to hide the bulge within his shirt.
"Yes," Tim breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling as he tried to regain control of his own lungs. "That was a very... um, very successful release. We got a lot of movement in the thoracic area."
Heather let out a soft, musical giggle, watching him closely. She noticed exactly where his arms were crossed. She saw the heavy flush on his cheeks. She knew exactly what she was doing to the giant, handsome doctor, and she was absolutely loving it.
"You are so strong, Tim. You basically disassembled my spine," she purred, slowly bringing a hand up to brush a stray lock of golden-brown hair behind her ear. The movement made her left breast bounce hypnotically. "I feel so incredibly loose right now up here. Though... my lower back is still so tight. Are you going to fix that for me too?"
Tim swallowed hard, his eyes briefly flicking down to the impossible, gravity-defying shelf of her cleavage before snapping back up to her face.
"Y… yes," Tim said quickly, his professional defenses crumbling into absolute dust. "Yes, we are going to do the lumbar spine next. So, uh, ok. Now, I need you to roll onto your side, facing me, please."
“Of course!” Heather chirped eagerly with an exaggerated stretch that made her entire body look longer, leaner and sexier. She pushed herself up from her back, letting out a soft grunt as she fought the heavy momentum of her own chest.
As she settled onto her left side, the sheer gravity of her pendulous breasts took control of her torso. With nothing to support it, her right breast tumbled violently forward. It pooled into a giant, heavy teardrop of soft pink flesh that came to rest directly atop her left bicep. The projection was absolutely terrifying, much more than anything Tim had ever seen. The massive tit jutted outward so incredibly far that the apex of her hardened nipple reached the crook of her elbow. It was a soft, full shelf of boobage hanging suspended in the air.
Tim stared at her impossible body. His brain was desperately trying to process how he was supposed to reach around it.
"Um, ok," Tim said, stepping up to the edge of the leather table. He was painfully rock hard. His thick cock throbbed relentlessly against the hem of his dark suit pants and up into his shirt, demanding release. "I’m going to bend your top leg, ok?" Tim said.
“Mmmhmmm…” Heather hummed softly and nodded with a serene smile. ‘Jesus… how is everything she's doing so goddamn sexy???’
He reached out and gently gripped her slender, right ankle, bringing her knee up toward her stomach so her leg formed a sharp ninety-degree angle. He hooked her right foot carefully behind her left knee.
"Now, I have to step in close to pin your leg, so you do not slide off the table during the thrust," Tim explained. Heather felt her nipples hardening further at the feel of Tim’s touch and the expectation for more touch. She loved to be manhandled by him. He made her feel so small and fragile, yet so secure and safe. It felt like he was so strong, yet choosing to be gentle with her, which was making her pussy so wet.
He took a large step forward, bringing his towering six-foot-eleven frame flush against the table. He threaded his right leg directly against her bent knee, using his thick, muscular thigh to firmly pin her leg in place. The contact was incredibly intimate.
Heather looked up at him through her eyelashes, a wicked, knowing smile playing on her plush lips. She didn’t say anything, yet her look said it all.
"To stabilize your upper body, I have to place my hand on your shoulder," Tim explained, his hands hovering nervously in the air. Heather just kept smiling softly at him, daring Tim to do what he needed with her body, like a spider waiting on its prey to reach its web.
However, the logistics of it were impossible. To reach her bare right shoulder, Tim had to reach directly over the massive, jutting projection of her full right breast. As he leaned his weight in, the underside of his left forearm, inevitably - sank deeply into the incredibly soft, yielding mound of her tit.
Tim stifled a moan. ‘Fucking hell, it's so soft…’ he thought. Heather gasped softly. She relished having Tim's strong forearm sinking into her soft boob. Instead of pulling back, she intentionally puffed her chest outward, taking a deep breath to maximize the squish against his arm. The softness of her boobs engulfed his skin.
Tim squeezed his eyes shut for a second and opened them desperately. He placed his right hand firmly onto the meaty part of her upper hip, his large fingers sinking into her toned flesh, gripping the very top edge of her black yoga pants.
He was essentially leaning completely over her. Their bodies were tangled together. Heather took immediate advantage of the position. Deliberately, she wiggled her unbelievably tight, perky ass backward. She slid her firm ass cheeks a little across the table, grounding her ass directly into Tim's pelvis.
Tim's eyes opened wider in horror. He didn't move, yet his dick lurched autonomously from the rest of his body.
As Heather was gently pressing her ass into him, she felt the thick, unmistakable ridge of his fully erect cock straining against his pants and shirt, right along her ass and lower back.
She let out a highly satisfied, vibrating purr that rumbled all the way through her chest and into Tim's arm. Tim was shocked. He stayed still, thinking that if he pulled back now it’d make things even worse. Did she really do what he thought she was doing?
"Is this ok like this, Tim?" she whispered back at him innocently, yet her voice was dripping with raw sex.
Tim's brain has completely short-circuited. He was essentially dry-humping his impossibly hot, busty patient in a position that looked exactly like doggy-style on the side. She was entirely at his mercy, offering her body up to him, grinding her perky ass directly into his throbbing cock.
'Do not thrust back. Do not fucking move,' Tim screamed at himself internally.
"Y... yes, that’s… uhhhhooooohhhhh…" Tim growled, his voice completely shaken with desire. "T… take a deep breath in."
Heather inhaled, her massive breast swelling against his forearm. She used this opportunity to push her perky ass even further back into his groin. Tim’s cock was now lodged in between Heather’s perfect spheres. Her yoga pants were so tight and her ass so perky, that each cheek went beyond each side of his cock and crushed against his fit torso.
"A… and… ohhhhhhhh…” he groaned involuntarily upon feeling the blissful feeling of Heather’s ass on his throbbing dick, before he regained his senses. “And… uhhhhh… let it out," Tim commanded quietly.
As she exhaled a shaky breath, Tim twisted her. He pulled her hip forcefully toward him, pushed her bare shoulder away, and dropped his heavy body weight.
-CRAAAACK-
"Aaahhhhhhhhhhh!" Heather cried out in absolute ecstasy. “Oh my fucking god!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhh… WOW!”
The deep tension in her lower back vanished instantly. She collapsed onto her side, panting heavily, her massive breasts heaving up and down, rubbing wildly against Tim's arm.
Tim practically leaped backward. He snatched his hands away from her body and took three large steps backwards, away from the table. He had to increase the distance from this gorgeous, busty sex-minx on the table.
Heather took some time to recover. She laid on her side, her eyes closed, riding the intense wave of endorphins. Her chest heaved dramatically with every breath. Her stiff nipples pointed aggressively toward the far wall.
"Wow... hehehe... that was magic," Heather panted, her voice loopy and soft. Slowly, she turned her head back to look at Tim with adoration in her eyes. "You're a miracle worker, Tim. Thank you!” she said gratefully.
“Heh, yeah, that's… no pro… thank… you're welcome!” Tim stammered for a proper answer as Heather's big, beautiful eyes stared up at him from afar.
“Man… I can’t wait to tell my sisters about you. They suffer wayyyyyyy more than I do. But like, if you thought you had to find a new way to adjust my body, you have no idea what trouble they're gonna cause you. You're gonna have to get a lot more creative with them.”
Tim blinked.
'She’s an N-cup. Her tits are the size of her head! How much bigger can her sisters really be?' he thought, a terrifying mix of dread and uncontrollable arousal washing over him.
Tim forced himself to walk back towards Heather.
"Ehm, ok," Tim stammered, his face flushed dark red. "Let’s... um... let’s do the other side. Can't keep you unbalanced, heh,” he joked nervously.
Heather didn't laugh with him, though. Instead, she gave him the hottest “fuck me now” smile he's ever seen. She felt her nipples tingling and standing at full attention. Her gaze followed him as he approached her with the most intensely temptatious look he's ever been given.
“Roll over to face the other side, please,” Tim instructed softly as he stood crouched a bit forward.
Heather giggled in a bubbly tone and blushed. She knew exactly why he was standing so awkwardly. She rolled over onto her right side. The giant, heavy teardrops of boobs flopped violently over to the other side, her left breast now resting heavily on her right arm, jutting out into the air.
Tim walked around the table so he faced her back. He silently prayed to get through this adjustment without cumming, then repeated the exact same tangled, intimate setup.
Tim bent her left leg. He stepped in, his thigh pinning her knee. He then reached over her massive breasts, again seeking any way he could think of to avoid touching them. However, there was just no way around them (literally…). With an apologetic “ssssorry, I have to touch here”, and an enthusiastic, approving hum from Heather - Tim's forearm sunk deeply into the soft, yielding cleavage.
Tim stifled the biggest groan of his life as he felt the softness of Heather's boobs engulfing his other forearm now. His dick lurched again, begging to be engulfed by warmth and softness. He ignored it as best as he could and gripped her hip.
Once again, Heather wiggled her incredibly tight ass backward, grinding her pliable ass cheeks deliberately into his raging erection.
“Ohhhhhh…”
Tim couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a ragged, completely involuntary sigh as her ass cheeks engulfed his throbbing cock. Heather smiled to herself, knowing she managed to make him go mad with lust. She kept wiggling her ass just enough to tease him, without making it seem intentional. As if she's just trying to find her position.
Tim felt like he was losing his mind. He had to get this over with as soon as possible.
“Ready?” He asked in a quiet yet commanding voice from behind her ear. Heather shivered. She wanted him to keep talking like that into her ear. To say whatever, it didn't matter. His commanding, quiet voice right behind her ear sent such strong shivers and chills throughout her body, making her nipples tingle. She could feel his ragged breath on the nape of her neck. It was so hot. Her pussy was dripping.
She took her time adjusting her butt a little more, shoving it further into his cock in the process, before she finally settled in place. She turned her head back. Their faces were a couple of inches apart from each other. If she'd have kept inching a little further she could and would kiss him at this point. She looked deeply into his eyes with a smoldering look that made Tim tremble.
“Mmmhmmm. I'm ready for you, Tim,” she purred and nodded softly, her big, beautiful blue eyes looking deeply into his own. Then she pushed her ass just a tiny bit more into his rock-hard dick.
He nodded back and Heather turned her face forward and away from him. Tim pulled her hip, pushed her shoulder, and dropped his weight once again.
-CRAACK-POP-
"Oh, FUCK!!!!! Yes!!!" Heather moaned out loud, her entire body going completely limp against him.
Tim's eyes closed momentarily in utter bliss as he felt her sexy body sinking into his, before he quickly stepped back, startled.
"That was a loud one, heh,” he said with a nervous chuckle. He gave Heather some time to relax after the adjustment.
She laid there on her side, feeling up her hip with closed eyes. For a minute she didn't move much, getting used to the new alignment of her hips, the initial pain ebbing away quickly to be replaced by absolute euphoria. A serene smile crept on her face. Slowly, she turned her head back to look up at Tim. He gulped and smiled nervously back at her.
“A… all done," Tim said with a trembling voice. "How do you feel, Heather?”
Heather slowly sat up on the edge of the table. Her face was glowing with a pure, euphoric serenity. She looked incredibly messy, incredibly sexy, and deeply satisfied. The tight pink fabric of her top was wrinkled, showcasing the heavy, impossible volume of her 34-N breasts and the sharp, stiff points of her nipples perfectly.
"Tim... I feel absolutely amazing. Wow, you are a miracle worker," she said, looking up at him with wide, sparkling eyes. "I don't know how you did this, but I have not felt this good in years. My back feels like absolute liquid. In a good way!"
She carefully got off the table, landing lightly on her feet.
“I'm happy to hear that,” said Tim. It truly brought him joy when he managed to improve his patients’ lives.
*
He asked Heather to look left, right, up and down, and tested the range of motion of her back. She dutifully followed his instructions with a happy smile.
“Alright, this looks good! You did great, Heather,” Tim said with a courteous smile.
“Yayyyyyyyy!!!” She squealed with joy. She's never felt so light and agile.
“You were awesome, way to go!” Tim said, and instinctively raised his large palms up, offering his signature, professional double high-five to end the session.
Heather giggled cutely at him. She raised her small hands and tried to smack his large palms. However, Tim quickly realized his hands were too high when Heather jumped as high as she could and still failed to reach his palms. Her boobs jiggled mightily and smacked his abdomen when she landed awkwardly forward with her hands on his chest.
“Oops! Sorry, you're just so tall, Tim” she said as she looked way up at him while giggling madly, taking her sweet time with her hands holding and feeling up his toned chest before taking a step back.
“Oh, sorry, my bad” Tim said with a deep blush. He quickly lowered his hands to allow Heather to reach him.
She was now able to properly smack his large hands back softly with her own, dainty hands. But then, instead of stepping back to grab her coat, she kept the momentum and stepped forward. She closed the distance entirely, stepping right into his personal space, and wrapped her small arms tightly around his waist.
She hugged him.
“Thank you so so much, Tim. You made me feel really good,” she mumbled sweetly into his lower chest as she kept holding him tight.
“Uh… heh… sure… my… my pleaaaaaaasure…” Tim groaned involuntarily.
Because of the significant height difference, Heather's soft, massive-breasts were crushed forcefully into his lower abdomen, directly against his tight muscles.
The worst part was that because Tim's cock was fully erect inside his shirt - it was now wedged directly between Heather's soft, massive globes, and separated only by two thin layers of clothing.
‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck! No! No no no no no no no… please move away… please move away… shit… no! Fuck!!!!’ Tim thought with absolute panic.
His arms hovered awkwardly in the air. He gently tried to move away or sideways but Heather had a grip on his torso that wouldn’t be out of place for a Gorilla. Heather pressed her body flush against his, molding the two giant, hot, pink-covered globes of flesh tightly around his waist. They squished and flattened against his lower abdomen like two massive pillows.
She could definitely feel his cock lodged safely between her soft globes. She smiled wickedly to herself.
Having no other idea what to do with his hands, Tim lightly tapped Heather's upper back a few times, as respectfully as he could. However, Heather did not let go. Her breasts crushed against Tim's body all the while. They bulged out obscenely against both of their torsos and abdomens.
Five seconds passed while Heather hugged and pressed her large tits against Tim’s torso. She felt his cock twitching against the long fissure between her boobs. She started rocking her torso up and down slowly, basically titfucking him sensually through her skintight top and Tim’s thin button-up shirt.
Tim stifled a moan. “H… Heather?” he croaked shakily.
Heather acted as if she couldn’t hear him. She kept swaying her chest in sensual up and down motions while hugging him tightly. Ten seconds passed since the hug started and Tim saw no signs of stopping anytime soon.
“Ohhhhh…” he finally groaned out loud. He lifted up his arms in the air, trying to signal to Heather that the hug should be over. “Um… oh god… Heath… Heather? Wh… what are you…”
Heather hugged him even tighter and intensified her titfuck. There was an inexplicable sense of understanding in the air that didn’t need any words. It terrified and excited Tim all at the same time.
Fifteen seconds. Tim’s cock was spewing precum at this point.
“Hea… Heather, I think… that’s… enouoooooooh GOD!!!!” Tim cried out in pleasure as Heather yet further intensified her titfuck. He couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…,” Heather let out a soft, contented purr into his button-up shirt.
Tim stood completely paralyzed in the middle of his clinic with his hands raised up in the air. He could feel her boobs blissfully smothering his throbbing, hard cock through his clothes. He could smell her sweet vanilla perfume. His cock was throbbing so hard it physically ached. His professional defenses were utterly, completely annihilated. Helplessly, his hands landed back on her upper back, engulfing her.
Heather smiled internally as she felt Tim caving into the titfuck-hug. She loved the feeling of his strong arms surrounding her petite, feminine body. She kept pushing and swaying her soft boobs up and down his rigid cock. At this point it was fairly obvious what the deal was. Heather was too adamant and Tim was too helpless to stop it by now. Heather suddenly felt his arms pull her in a little bit. She smiled victoriously and intensified her rubbing.
“Heather… this… is… wrong… we… sssssshould… ssssssstop…” Tim tried weakly. Suddenly, Heather stopped moving, then looked WAY up at him, innocently yet with a grateful look, her arms still wrapped tightly around his fit torso and her boobs bulging underneath her chin:
“I want to show you how much I appreciate you taking care of me,” she said sweetly. Tim let out all the air from his lungs. How could he resist her? She was a force of nature.
“I…” he stammered, unable to think of anything he could say.
“God, you’re so strong and muscular. Does it feel good when I do this?” she asked, and resumed titfucking him with a hopeful smile.
“Oh gooooooooooooood… Jesus Christ, Heather,” Tim groaned and his eyes fluttered. His arms involuntarily squeezed her further inwards, which Heather was very happy about. She took it as an approval sign and kept going. She kept looking up at him all the while with that innocent yet cheerful look. Tim was powerless to do anything but take the pleasure she was providing him.
30 seconds in. 45. 60 seconds of incessant boobjob.
Tim groaned out loud. His cock was spewing precum freely at this point. The stimulation on his cock was simply divine.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm… I LOVE feeling your hard dick between my big, squishy boobies!” She squealed and titfucked him with all the enthusiasm she could muster. ‘Ok, she said “dick” and “boobies”. The cards are all on the table now’, thought Tim to himself as he realized they’ve passed a certain invisible threshold in their interaction.
Heather looked deeply into his eyes, then down at his lips and back up. She bit her lip needingly.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He leaned his head down awkwardly while Heather kept smothering and titfucking him all the while. He got closer and closer to her, and when he reached her mouth, Heather seized the opportunity and kissed him passionately. Her lips were so full and soft. So sensual. The feeling of her mouth was orgasmic in and of itself. Tim hugged and kissed her back. They couldn’t get enough of each other as the kiss went on and on.
Suddenly, Heather felt Tim’s body jerking and knew it was time. She opened up her mouth and added a sensual tongue to their already super-passionate kissing. She intensified her ministrations on his cock, and Tim groaned audibly into her mouth now.
“Mmmmmooooooohhhhhhhhh godddddddmmmmmmm…” he groaned in unstoppable pleasure and Heather giggled enthusiastically.
Without stopping her ardent kissing, Heather eased up her hug and brought her dainty, small hands in between her cleavage. Tim’s eyes opened in surprise when he felt her doing something.
Suddenly, he felt one of the buttons in his shirt being opened! Then another and another and another.
“Heathemmmm??” He tried to sat through the kisses. “What aremmmm you doingmmmmmm???? Wait, nommmmm, what aremmmmm… I don’tmmmmm…”
But Heather was cutely adamant and selectively deaf to his questioning. She finished opening several of the middle buttons in his shirt. With a final button undone - she freed up his dick into the wild. The kiss finally broke.
“What the…?!” Tim exclaimed in disbelief.
Tim’s eyes opened wide. At this point - he was far too gone down the rabbit hole to backtrack on his actions. He felt ashamed for being so unprofessional with a patient, but it all just happened so fast and felt SO good that he wasn’t thinking straight by now.
Heather took a half step back and smiled mischievously. Tim could only stare in curious disbelief. Without breaking eye contact - she lifted up the bottom hem of her pink top.
-THUMP THUMP-
Her magnificent breasts came tumbling down, one after the other, onto her sexy, slender torso, reaching a point around her belly button! ‘Jesus Christ, they’re absolutely huge!’ he thought. Heather blushed but smiled at him nonetheless.
“What do you think?” she asked, grabbing each one from underneath and jiggling them madly, alternating left and right quickly. Tim was floored.
“They’re… they’re perfect… WOW!” he said with complete honesty. Heather giggled cutely and jiggled them some more.
Tim could only stare with his mouth wide open as Heather took a step forward again and essentially trapped his now-exposed cock between her boobs, squeezing them inwards.
“OHHHHHHHHH my goddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!!!!!!!” he exclaimed and his eyes shot upwards. Heather giggled some more. Tim’s cock leaked precum into the vast valley between her tits, providing some lubrication. She added some precisely aimed spit of herself and started to actually titfuck him.
Tim’s cock was diamond hard at this point. He was leaking precum like an open faucet and his dick head was angry purple. With every downstroke it popped between Heather’s deep canyon of boobs.
Heather got into a fast rhythm and started dirty talking in a quiet, seductive purr. She looked up at Tim with a needy look in her eyes.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm yeah, do you like it, Dr. Tim? Does it feel good to fuck my big boobies? To put your big, hard cock between your patient’s giant titties? Yeah? Mmmmmmm…”
Tim could barely stand looking at her before his eyes fluttered up again in insane pleasure.
“Oh god, Heather, fuck… FUCK, wait… I’m gonna cum soon…”, he warned.
“Yeahhhhh.. Cum for me, doctor. Shoot your hot cum between my giant, soft titties. Give it all to me,” she egged him on. “Please, Tim, shoot your cum right between my tits.”
Tim couldn’t take it anymore. As Heather squeezed his cock with a soft downstroke and her massive boobs piled against his abdomen - he felt his balls clenching harder than ever before.
“Ahhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…” he cried out.
Cum shot out of the tip of his angry dickhead and spewed incredibly high. So high, in fact that it passed Heather’s face and landed in a long arc over her beautiful, golden hair.
“Ooooooooooooooooooooo yes!” Heather squealed and giggled excitedly. She kept pumping him all the while, making sure to squeeze out every last bit of cum out of his balls.
Tim shot another massive glob of cum that hit a part of her face, and another one that landed on her neck, then more and more roped of cum, all while her giant boobs piled all around his sensitive, cumming dick.
By the time he stopped cumming, Heather looked like someone had mistaken her for a Cinnabon and glazed her upper body.
She giggled with half-lidded eyes that dripped with Tim’s cum. Her boobs still engulfed his dick snugly, though she stopped moving now.
“You were backed up, doctor!” she exclaimed in utter disbelief and kept giggling.
Tim looked back at her, panting.
“Heather… I… I didn’t… we… you… WOW!” he finally blurted.
“Now do you understand how grateful I am for you treating me?” she asked with a smile.
Tim’s face reddened, but he nodded back with an embarrassed smile.
It was just a completely nuts setup. Tim was standing in the middle of his clinic, with his gorgeous, super-busty patient in front of him, caked with his cum and squeezing her massive tits around his semi-erect dick that popped from his shirt. He almost chuckled when he recalled how afraid he was about his license being taken away before.
“I want to ask something of you, Tim”, she said, her boobs still around his dick.
“Of course, Heather. Anything, at this point,” he said with a smile.
“Take a good look at these tits,” she said with a serious tone. Tim chuckled. “Heh… ok…” he said and looked down. It was the hottest sight he’s ever seen. God, it was an ocean of boobs around his dick. Then he looked back at Heather.
“All I’m asking - is that you won’t forget me, Tim,” she said, dead-serious. Tim chuckled again.
“Huh?! Forget you?? How in the world can I forget you, Heather???” he said, but once he saw she was serious he dropped his smile.
“Please Tim,” she said with a meaningful look. “I mean it.”
“Oh… well, sure. Of… of course, Heather. I’ll never forget you. I promise,” he said more seriously now.
Heather seemed hesitant as she looked at him but chose to believe him eventually.
“Ok… I hope so. Because once you meet my younger sisters, these tiny-little-boobies of mine are gonna feel REAAAAAAAAAAAAAALY small to you.”
Tim’s eyes widened and his dick hardened again inside Heather’s cleavage.