Breasticles (1st Person, Futa/Female, Growth, Excessive Cum, Dick Nipples, Science?)

I visit my parents at least once a week. They insisted on it and I liked to make sure my kit wasn’t being swallowed by filth and rust, so it was a win-win. It didn’t hurt that my mum was a fantastic cook, though I wasn’t a chef so I couldn’t say for a certain, but nothing beat my mother’s cooking. A testament to how much I adored the meals she made was my ‘adorable pudgy tummy’ as my mum liked to call it. She still babied me when I visited, though I don’t really mind.

Although I enjoyed a generous helping of her food, I was in near perfect health. I didn’t exercise as regularly as I should do, but my metabolism was high enough that I only had to exercise a little bit a week to maintain my figure. My years of playing drums have given my arms and legs a nice tone, though it was hard to see any muscles when I was relaxed due to the soft layer of fat I had. It wasn’t a detriment to my appearance in my opinion.

“Gale Chambers?” Someone called my name. Fortunately, their voice made it through my earphones and I looked up. A nurse was gesturing for me to come up, “Doctor Blare will see you now.” She told me as I paused the track on my iPod. I looked at her with a frown of confusion.

“Doctor Blare? Isn’t this Rick’s clinic?” I asked. Rick Steele was a good family friend and had been my doctor since I was a young girl; I trusted him, and so did my parents.

“He called in sick today, I’m afraid. Don’t worry,” She added upon seeing the worried look on my face, “Doctor Blare is good friends with Doctor Steele.” I relaxed somewhat, but it was hard to when I thought about some random stranger, probably a man, looking at my body. I was there for a routine check-up, make sure everything is working as it should, and that meant having my weight and measurements taken. All the same, I followed the nurse down a short hallway until we came to the examination room.

The clinic was small. Made for people with small ailments or couldn’t afford a hospital, and had an intimate client base. I would see Rick greeting patients as if they were old friends, and vice versa. It was a warm place, despite the common association of medical facilities being cold and sterile. I hadn’t met a single person who didn’t feel relaxed here.

The nurse gave me a small grin and opened the door.

“Gale Chambers for you Doctor.” She said. A faint ‘send her in’ came in reply. To my fortunate surprise, it was a woman’s voice. The nurse turned to me, nodded for me to go inside. I took a deep, steadying breath and walked in. At a small desk, sat the doctor. She was stunning; long, silky blonde hair, luscious legs encased in fishnet stockings and a mini-skirt, and a large bust concealed – barely – by a low-cut shirt. For a moment, I thought I’d wandered onto the set of a porno given the amount of cleavage shown.

She was writing away in a notebook. When she finished, she looked up at me with a wide smile. Her face was just like her body; gorgeous and alluring. Far from befitting a medical professional.

“Shocking, I know.” She said. I realised I’d been staring at her – for how long? Minutes? Hours? – and promptly averted my eyes. She gave a small chuckle at that and extended a hand to me, “I’m Doctor Blare, pleasure to meet you Miss Chambers.” She introduced herself. Her voice was warm and held the same quality as Rick’s; soothing. I could imagine a screaming child with a scraped knee calming down instantly after listening to her voice.

“Uh, call me Gale… that is if you’d like to of course.” I said eloquently enough, somehow managing not to tumble over my own words. She gestured for me

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