Special Therapist

Vanessa spent hours looking for something or someone that could help her ease the pain of what had happened to her. Someone who could tell her she didn’t deserve it, and that what she was experiencing was normal. Eventually she stumbled upon an ad for a therapist in her town that specializes in sexual **** victims. It said it provided special methods of therapy to help victims come to terms with what happened and move on with their lives. To Vanessa this sounded perfect. She quickly filled out the form to schedule an appointment for later that very day.

She spent the rest of her free time worrying about the session. She was scared that they may not take her seriously, but she knew she had to try. As the time got closer, Vanessa went out to her car and drove to the listed address. With how big her breasts had gotten, driving was even more difficult than before. Her seat was so far back that she could barely hold the wheel, with her breasts still pushed right up against the steering wheel.

She parked outside the building, which was a tall office building that somewhere inside contained the therapy office she was headed to. Going up the elevator, she tries to calm herself down, taking deep breaths that cause her shirt stretch against her massive breasts. She knew this was the only way to move forward. As the doors slowly opened, she exited and made her way to a small waiting room at the very end of the hallway. She was embarrassed when she tried to enter the room, her boobs barely fitting through the doorway. Behind the desk was an older woman with graying black hair and thick glasses barely staying on her nose. The woman didn’t acknowledge Vanessa as she entered, so Vanessa decided to walk up to her and make her presence known.

“Hello, is this the therapist’s office?” Vanessa asked meekly, worried she may have went to the wrong place.

“Yes, it is.” Replied the woman, her eyes slowly looking up at Vanessa, an annoyed tone filling her voice. “He will be right with you, so just sit down and wait.”

“Umm, okay.” Vanessa replied, scared of the old woman. With only a couple chairs in the room, Vanessa sat down and waited patiently for the therapist to arrive. It only took a couple minutes before Vanessa heard her name getting called out.

“Vanessa, you may come into my office now.” Yelled a male voice ringing out from the now opened door. Not wanting to keep the man waiting, Vanessa quickly stood up from her seat, causing her massive breasts to bounce slightly from the sudden movement. She once again had some difficulty squeezing through the doorway, but she managed. The room was nicely decorated, with plants and painting, even a large glass window that looked out over the city and town around her. In the center of the room were two couches that faced each other, with a coffee table in the middle. Of in the back corner was a large wooden desk, in front of which was a man facing away from her. “Please close the door behind you and sit so we may get started.” Asked the man, and Vanessa did as she was instructed. The door closed with a click, sounding like it was locked, and Vanessa sat down on the couch.

“Hello, I assume you are the therapist?” Vanessa asked shyly.

“Yes, that is correct Vanessa.” Responded the man, giving Vanessa her first good look at the man’s face. He had pale skin, a completely shaved head, and thin rimmed glasses on. He wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, with a suit vest on top. Vanessa thought the man seemed very polite and intelligent just from the way he walked and the cadence he talked. “Since I already know your name, I will introduce myself.” The therapist said as he sat down across from her on the other couch. “I am Dr. Hanz. Since everything is in order, let us begin.”