Nope. On to Dr. Dietz's Office

Adam felt refreshed, as he generally did after a successful lunch date, and he actually showed up several minutes early for his appointment with Dr. Dietz.

Millie, the receptionist, looked up with a withering look. "Dr. Dietz will be requiring an extra half hour of meditation today."

"What!?" Adam knew how seriously Dr. Dietz took, and recommended, meditation practices, but his afternoon was already looking tightly booked. Yet the good Doctor had pulled this before, and on this particular day Adam was willing to catch some hell elsewhere in his life rather than miss so important or useful a conference. He sat down and kicked himself for not having brought a book or something. Even the artwork on display in the waiting area was abstract and angular and rather coldly uninviting.

Just then, Adam was pleasantly distracted by the arrival of a young woman. She was a bit pale, built a bit thickly, but otherwise quite sexy.

"Excuse me," she said, "I'm an old case of Dr. Dietz and I really feel I need to see him today."

Millie never even looked up from her clerical work. "I've seen today's book and you're not in it. Nobody sees the Doctor without an appointment."

"Oh, but he'll see me. I mean, he's simply got to. Just tell him my name is Bibi. That's B-I-B-I."

Millie sighed hard. "Bibi, you say? ... There's been a cancellation later this afternoon. If you're willing to wait until this gentleman here has his session, there's a chance you may be admitted."

"How long is that?"

"That could be a total of an hour and twenty minutes," Adam offered.

Millie frowned at Adam offering help but essentially agreed. "Yes, an hour and twenty minutes -- more or less." She was usually a stickler for measuring each session as an hour when it was really only fifty minutes.

Bibi seemed like a bit of a lost soul, without any better place to go. "Oh, I'll wait."

Adam noticed Millie gather various materials which had been spread out over her desk. He knew that Marlon was working on a book called "Absolute Mastery," and he recognized that title displayed throughout. Evidently he was having Millie edit some sort of press kit.

She gathered up most of the material in a great armload. "I'll be back shortly. Please just let the machine pick up any new calls." The advice seemed to be a rebuke of Adam's helpfulness. She took her heavy sheaf and trotted down the hall.

"Hey," the woman said shyly. "I'm Bibi."

"I'm Adam. Pleased to meet you, Bibi."

"So, he's in there working overtime with a client, huh?"

"No. He's meditating."

"Meditating?" Bibi looked puzzled. "Huh. Marlon Dietz meditates. Who knew?"

In fact, Adam knew full well that Dr. Dietz took the practice so seriously that his office was soundproofed against the outside world. A marching band setting off firecrackers could go right by his door and he'd never know.

Bibi bit her lip. "Adam? I hate to ask, but -- do you really need to see him today?"

"Ah, yeah. I wish I could have seen him last night, in fact. The sooner the better."

"Yeah, but why?" Bibi turned to Adam, facing him directly down the couch they shared, and Adam could not help but appreciate in that one movement that she was packing one hell of a lot of bosom under her blouse. "I mean, if you don't mind my saying so, you look like a man who has his act together."

"Why, thank you." Adam prided himself on maintaining a sharp appearance, it was all part of his personal code. "Yes, my life is good now. But I had trouble in my past, and sometimes that needs managing."

"Huh. Maybe I don't need a shrink after all for my problem. Maybe I just need a surgeon."

"I don't follow."

"Well, honestly, Adam, I mean, just look at me. Is any man ever really going to see me as more than a big pair of tits?"

"I've been noticing all of you. Your skin, your hair, your eyes, your voice -- and I'd be a liar if I didn't admit, yes, your breasts too."

"You're very nice, but no man will ever really be attracted to me. I'm some kind of freak."

Adam was amused. "Maybe not for long."

Bibi's eyes went wide as Adam explained how the PHRIG process was possibly on the brink of making many an average woman huge-busted, at least momentarily in her life.

"The point being," Adam concluded, "you may not be so unusual for so long. Maybe you shouldn't ditch what you are, when so many women want what you have."

"Wow, that's the best news I've heard. But ... I don't know. That still sounds like some sort of Halloween thing. I mean, really ... " Bibi scooted closer to him and proceeded to unbutton her blouse far down. " ... would a man want all this?"

Adam gulped. The situation was awkward as hell, but maybe he could at least get her phone number.

"A lot of men would want all that."

"Well, yeah. Pervs."

"You know any men who aren't pervs?"

Bibi laughed. "I suppose not. It's just that ... I need to find the right guy, Adam."

Adam understood what was going on, how she was drawing closer to him and warming to him. For most women his too-maleness had a politely neutral effect, but some definitely keyed in on it and were reeled in by it. Adam sensed that a man's judgment was important to Bibi and that she was highly **** right now.

Bibi glanced around and said "I think you need a better appreciation of what I'm up against."

Adam struggled to remain silent as Bibi unbuttoned herself all the way down. Her bra was an awesomely engineered harness, which she unhooked and let slip away. Before Adam knew it, this seemingly shy uberbusty woman was sitting right next to him topless.

"This may not be exactly the best place and time -- "

"You saw how much work he gave her." She drew closer still. "What would you say, to a woman built like me?"

"I would say, a woman built like you is ... heaven!"

"Really?"

"Really."

"Adam? Do you like big tits?"

Is she a plant by Marlon, just to entrap me? Adam didn't put it past the good Doctor, to pull a stunt like that. Yet Bibi looked and sounded so earnest.

"Bibi ... I love big tits. The bigger the better."

Her face nearly lit up with a kind of grateful relief. "Really?"

"Really, Bibi, really."

"Put your hands on them." When he didn't obey instantly, she held one of his hands and pulled it to her, or more precisely them. "Go ahead. I need you to put your big manly hands on them." Bibi gave delicious little grunts and groans as she snuggled right up to Adam's body and he passionately groped and kneaded her huge soft tits. "Mmm, Adam, you have a masterful touch!" she swooned. Her own hands began to explore his body.

"Bibi, maybe we could ... date, or something ... ?"

"Oh my God," she whispered, "you've got to be joking."

Adam gulped as she begin to grip and get a very good purchase on the great tube of cock stuffed into leotard pants beneath his baggy pants leg. "Bibi, really, if we could just, you know, arrange a date ... ?"

"I've got to see it," she decided. "I've shown you mine, now I've got to see yours." With that, she deftly began to unbuckle and unzip him,

Working against Adam was the simple fact that he was finding Bibi's words and actions to be incredibly hot. His phallus was already poking upwards, straining towards erection, before she even had to tug his leotard down.

"Oh, fuck, I don't believe it! I never even dreamed that a man could get even half as big as you! Damn, Adam! Damn!"

Having made her discovery, Bibi did not dally. She immediately launched into a combination of titfuck and fellatio. Meanwhile, Adam looked around, dreading the idea of anyone walking by for any reason. Here he was, in what was technically a clearly visible public area, demonstrating exactly the weakness he was trying to control -- and then he decided, Go with it.

"Take your panties off right now," he instructed. "We're going to fuck."

She smiled as she disengaged and obeyed. "Oh, goody! I was just trying not to be, you know, impolite -- but believe me, I'm dying to fuck you!"

The couch was not as wide as Adam would have preferred, but it was sufficient to allow Bibi one fast hard bronco-busting ride atop him while he groped and suckled and otherwise lost his face in her great big soft gazongas. She mercilessly skewered herself on him and quickly hit a downright operatic cry of orgasmic ecstasy. The entire seduction brought Adam pulsing to a dry orgasm, one which would surely have been wet were it not for both his lunch and his lunch date.

"Oh, fuck, thank you!" Bibi sighed at last.

"Thank you -- and now let's get dressed." They quickly straightened themselves out, though Adam was puzzled as Bibi got off the couch. "You're not sitting for just another hour?"

"I don't think I need to see Dr. Dietz," Bibi said with a grin. "Who I should definitely see more of, is you! If you don't mind."

"I'm a busy man. But I don't mind."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure you're a busy, busy ... busy, busy, busy man!" she teased. "By the way, I took a business card from out of your jacket." She waved it at him. "Will this work?"

"Sure. Just call and set up an appointment."

"Oh, thank you so much -- Dr. Ziktor!" She gave him a big slow kiss, then giggled with delight and went away.

A minute later, Millie came back with what appeared to be a new sheaf of materials and went straight back to work.

"Ah, Millie? Bibi decided to call off her appointment."

Millie simply rolled her eyes at this news, and then a light flashed on her intercom. "The Doctor will see you now, Mr. Ziktor."

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)