Oh yes he will

Seth's heart raced as Dr. Hargrove turned back to her notes, her back to him for a moment.

Screw it, he thought.

Now's the time. Let's test this thing for real. He slipped the remote from his pocket, pointing it discreetly at her under the edge of the exam table. His mind focused sharply on his desire:

Make her younger, hotter—like a total bombshell. Voluptuous curves, hourglass figure, big breasts, the works. Hypersexy, flirtatious and attracted to me, but she acts like nothing's changed.

He pressed the button. There was no flash, no sound—just a subtle shimmer in the air, like heat rising off pavement. And then... she changed.

Dr. Evelyn Hargrove now looked no older than 35, her skin smooth and radiant, free of any lines that might have hinted at her former age. Her salt-and-pepper hair had transformed into cascading waves of platinum blonde, falling just past her shoulders in a style that screamed effortless allure, like a modern take on Marilyn Monroe. Her face was stunning: high cheekbones, full lips painted a subtle red, and piercing blue eyes that sparkled under perfectly arched brows. But it was her body that hit Seth like a freight train—a true bombshell physique, with an exaggerated hourglass silhouette that emphasized her narrow waist flaring out to wide hips and a generous, pert backside. Her breasts were large and firm, straining against the fabric of her outfit in a way that demanded attention without being overt.

Even her attire had shifted seamlessly to match the new reality. The loose white coat remained, but now it was tailored snugly, buttoned just enough to hint at cleavage. Beneath it, she wore a form-fitting black pencil skirt that hugged her thighs and ended mid-calf, slit up the side for "practicality" during exams, though it revealed toned, stocking-clad legs ending in sleek black heels. Her blouse was a crisp white silk number, the top two buttons undone to show a lace-trimmed bra peeking through—professional on paper, but undeniably sexy, like something out of a high-end medical drama where the doctors were cast for their looks.

She didn't react to the change at all, as if this had always been her. Turning back to him with her clipboard in hand, she smiled warmly—too warmly, perhaps—and continued the appointment. "Now, about those headaches, Mr. Tanner. Let's move on to the neurological review. Could you stand up for me and walk across the room? Heel to toe, like a straight line."

Seth blinked, trying not to stare as he slid off the table.

Holy shit, it worked.

Her voice was the same clipped tone, but as she gestured for him to proceed, she arched her back slightly, pushing her chest forward in a way that made her breasts bounce just a little—subtle, like she was simply adjusting her posture for better observation. But Seth caught it, his eyes drawn to the way the silk blouse clung to her curves, outlining the swell of her ample bosom.

He complied, walking the line, his mind reeling. She watched intently, her hips swaying ever so slightly as she stepped closer to monitor his balance. "Good form," she said, her tone starting to soften, a hint of playfulness creeping in. "You move well—strong, steady. That's attractive in a young man like you." Wait, attractive? Seth paused mid-step, glancing back. She was leaning against the counter now, one leg crossed over the other, the slit in her skirt parting just enough to show a flash of thigh. It wasn't blatant, but the way she positioned herself made her hourglass figure impossible to ignore—the curve of her waist dipping in before flaring out to those voluptuous hips, her body language screaming confidence and invitation.

"Alright, now touch your nose with each finger, alternating hands," she instructed, demonstrating herself. As she raised her arms, her coat pulled tight across her chest, accentuating her large, perfectly rounded breasts. She held the pose a second longer than necessary, her blonde waves tumbling over one shoulder as she tilted her head, biting her lower lip in what could have been concentration—but Seth swore it was a flirt. "Like this. See? It's all about precision... and a little finesse." Her eyes met his, lingering a beat too long, her voice dropping to a huskier note. "You're doing great so far. I bet you handle everything with such... control."

Seth's face heated up as he mirrored her, his fingers trembling slightly. She was still professional, jotting notes, but every movement seemed designed to showcase her bombshell assets—the subtle shimmy of her hips as she walked around him, the way she bent forward to check his reflexes, her cleavage dipping into view like an accidental tease. Her skirt rode up just a fraction on those long, shapely legs, and when she straightened, she smoothed it down slowly, her hands tracing the outline of her curves as if savouring the feel.

"Reflexes next," she purred—wait, purred? Her words were definitely shifting, laced with innuendo now. "Sit back down and cross your legs for me. I need to tap your knees... right here." She knelt slightly, her heels clicking, positioning herself so close that Seth could smell her perfume—something floral and intoxicating. As she swung the hammer, her breasts brushed lightly against his thigh, and she glanced up with a sly smile. "Oops, sorry about that. But you don't mind, do you? A strong guy like you can handle a little contact." Her free hand rested on his knee a moment longer than needed, her touch warm and lingering.

Seth swallowed hard, the remote forgotten in his grip. This was beyond anything he'd imagined.

Dr. Hargrove straightened up from checking his reflexes, her full lips curving into a mischievous smile that sent a jolt through Seth. She lingered there, her hand still on his knee, fingers tracing a light, teasing circle before she finally pulled away. "Excellent responses," she murmured, her voice now a velvety whisper that carried an unmistakable edge of seduction. "But I think we need to be thorough here. Headaches can stem from all sorts of... tensions. Let's extend this a bit. Roll up your sleeve for me, handsome—I need to check your blood pressure."

Seth hesitated, his mouth dry as he complied, pushing up the fabric of his shirt.

_She's dragging this out on purpose, _he realized, watching her saunter to the cuff on the wall, her hips swaying with exaggerated grace. That pencil skirt clung to her like a second skin, outlining the perfect swell of her ass—round, firm, the kind of bombshell curve that made heads turn in old pin-up posters. As she bent slightly to adjust the machine, the slit parted higher, revealing more of her toned thigh and the sheer black stockings that whispered against her skin. Her blouse strained against her massive breasts, the lace bra visible through the thin silk, nipples faintly hardening under the cool clinic air—or was it something else?

She wrapped the cuff around his bicep, her fingers brushing his skin longer than necessary, nails grazing in a way that felt deliberate. Leaning in close, her platinum blonde waves tickled his shoulder, and her perfume enveloped him—musky, inviting, like she was daring him to inhale deeper. "Hold still now," she cooed, her breath warm against his ear. "Though I have to say, with arms like yours, it's tempting to get a little hands-on. You work out, don't you? I can feel the muscle... so tense. Maybe I should help you relax it later."

The machine beeped, but she ignored it at first, her eyes locking onto his with a hungry gleam. Seth's heart pounded; this was no longer subtle. Her flirtations had escalated into outright propositions, her body language screaming intent. She pressed her hip against his leg as she noted the reading, the soft give of her curvaceous form making contact that lingered. "120 over 80—perfect. But your pulse is racing. Is it the exam... or me?" She winked, her full lips parting slightly as she ran her tongue over them, a subtle but electric gesture.

"Not done yet," she added quickly, as if sensing he might try to wrap things up. "We should check your coordination more closely. Stand up and face the wall, arms out like this." She demonstrated, turning her back to him and extending her arms, arching her spine in a way that thrust her ass outward—pert and inviting, the skirt riding up just enough to tease the edge of her garters.

Seth stood, transfixed, as she glanced over her shoulder, her blue eyes smouldering. "Now, touch your toes. Slowly. I need to observe your... flexibility." Her voice dropped an octave, laced with innuendo that made his blood rush south.

As he bent forward, she stepped behind him, her heels clicking softly.

"Mmm, that's it. Hold there." Her hands landed on his back, ostensibly to check alignment, but they slid down slowly, palms pressing into his muscles with a massaging motion that ventured lower, brushing his hips.

"You feel so tight here. I could spend all day working out these kinks... if you'd let me." She was close now, her bombshell breasts pressing against his back as she "adjusted" his stance, her body heat radiating through the thin layers of clothing. The exam room felt smaller, charged, like she was weaving a web of seduction around him.

Seth straightened, turning to face her, and she didn't back away—instead, she placed a hand on his chest, fingers splaying over his shirt.

"One more thing," she purred, her flirtation now brazen, eyes flicking down to his lips.

"Open your mouth for me again. I think I missed something earlier." As he did, she leaned in impossibly close, her voluptuous curves inches from him, one hand cupping his jaw while the other trailed down his arm.

"Good boy. Now, say 'ahh'... or maybe just moan for me." Her laugh was low and throaty, her body shifting to grind subtly against his thigh, extending the "exam" into territory that was anything but medical. What was she planning next?

Parting his lips, Seth was expecting the tongue depressor or a quick glance. But in a blur of motion, Dr. Hargrove surged forward, her hands cupping his face with surprising strength. Instead of inspecting, she crushed her mouth against his in a forceful French kiss, her tongue delving in without hesitation, exploring with hungry, swirling intensity. Seth's eyes widened in shock, but his body reacted instinctively, his hands gripping her waist as she pressed her entire bombshell form against him—her large breasts squishing softly against his chest, nipples hard and insistent through the layers, her hips grinding subtly into his, the heat of her core radiating through the skirt's fabric.

The make out session ignited like wildfire, impromptu and fervent. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers threading through his hair to pull him deeper, her tongue tangling with his in a dance that was anything but clinical.

Seth tasted her—sweet and minty, with an undercurrent of forbidden thrill—as she pressed her boobs against him, one leg sliding between his for leverage, her ass flexing under his tentative grasp. The clinic room faded; it was just her scent, her softness, the way her body undulated against him like she was claiming him right there on the spot.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a minute, she broke the kiss with a slow, teasing suck on his lower lip, leaving him breathless and dazed. She stepped back just enough to meet his eyes, her lips swollen and glistening, a satisfied smirk playing across them.

"There," she purred, wiping a thumb across her mouth as if savouring the taste. "I've assessed your mouth thoroughly. It's highly functional... and delicious."

Her voice dripped with innuendo, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she adjusted her blouse, the motion making her breasts jiggle enticingly. "No issues there at all. But I think we might need to... explore further to rule out any other tensions causing those headaches."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Dr. Hargrove lingered close, lips still flushed from their passionate exchange, as though reluctant to let the moment fade. Instead of retreating, she bridged the distance once more, fingertips gliding from his shoulders across his chest, nails leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"True diligence in an exam demands exploring every angle," she breathed, her words a warm caress against his ear, "particularly when I detect... escalating pressure." Blonde strands tumbled forward like a golden veil, brushing his flesh as she pressed her body flush to his, her presence an undeniable magnetic force.

The descent of her hands quickened Seth's heartbeat, tracing southward over his abdomen with torturous detail, outlining every firm contour hidden by his shirt. Growing bolder, she pivoted nearer, her hips swaying in a hushed rhythm against his thigh, stoking the inferno simmering between them. While one palm anchored flat on his midsection for steadiness, the other plunged daringly to his groin, wrapping around the stiffening bulge in his jeans with assured command.

"Well, well, what's this discovery?" she purred, her grin sly and inviting as she caressed and kneaded through the denim, her strokes calculated to unleash torrents of warmth flooding his veins.

A groan escaped him despite his efforts to suppress it, his frame tensing beneath her skillful provocations, yet she drew even nearer, her silhouette weaving in elegant waves—legs easing apart to offer a teasing peek at lace-edged stockings, her stance a symphony of allure.

"Quite the pressing matter, wouldn't you say, Seth?" came her whisper, gaze alight with mock purity as her thumb sketched idle loops over the throbbing tip. "Ought I to examine it in depth? Strictly for therapeutic reasons, you understand..."