Yeah bring on the BBW-loving

My Man!

Your ogling was interrupted as Dr. Miller spoke

“Hello Mr. Ashwood. How’re you feeling today?”

“You can just call me Joseph and I’m excellent” you sniggered stealing another glance at her can-cans

“Of course, Joseph I see Ms. Williams has already gone ahead with your physical.”

“Ms. Will…? Oh you mean Leah yes she was very thorough”

(Face-palm) Will the double-entendres ever end?

“Perfect let me just check her notes.”

Dr. Miller wandered over to a laptop on a cart in the corner of the room.

Cocking your head you feasted on her ass as she bent over checking the laptop.

Sighing heavily she quickly turned around to face you while you just as swiftly disguised your glare.

Smooth real smooth.

“It seems Ms. Williams forgot to note any of her results…again.”

“Sorry that was probably my fault. I gave her quite the work “load”.”

Aw c’mon.

“Not a problem we’ll just have to start from scratch, hopefully you don’t mind.”

You shook your head.

Dr. Miller and you breezed through most of the physical assisted mainly by your agreeability and lack of questions.

Throughout the exam she asked follow-ups about your incident yesterday.

While checking your reflexes

“Any light-headiness or headaches?”

“Nope.”

While checking your ears, nose and mouth.

“Any more black-outs?”

“Nope.”

While taking your blood pressure

“Any strange sensations or numbness?”

“Nope.”

Every question was met with non-actionable answers. Truthfully you didn’t see much point in answering yes. I mean it’s not like the hospital has a witch doctor on retainer. Perhaps a priest?

Dr. Miller quickly jotted all the results into the laptop.

“Joseph everything seems to be in order.”

She gave you a smile. Not a warm or pleasant one but one that implied pure professionalism like the one a fast food manager gives to a shouting Karen.

“But”

A sudden sense of dread fell over you.

Do doctors have to attend a class for this shit?

Because their ability to end a good mood with a single word can’t be natural.

Like is that part of the screening process sending a patient through the graduating class as each one says “everything is good but” and if the patient doesn’t have a heart attack they don’t pass.

Fuming you focused back on Dr. Miller as she delivered the news.

“Your blood pressure seems a bit high, it’s most likely stress-related given your age and physique but I’d like to just run a couple more tests to be certain.”

Yeah that thing about the heart attack from a sentence ago paste that here.

You could only imagine how badly you’d fail those tests now after that scare.

The urge to scream into the void was strong but the last thing you needed was to have her think you were crazy too.

Dr. Miller re-attached the blood pressure cuff to your arm.

“Just relax Joseph, we’re just going to check for any abnormalities.”

At this point however your blood pressure was the last thing on your mind as Dr. Miller moved mere inches away from you. Zeroing out the cuff Dr. Miller’s breasts practically fell into your lap while you inhaled the strong scent of mango and passionfruit shampoo on her tightly curled hair. Placing her stethoscope to your chest you gained a much appreciated few inches of space. Squeezing the pump of the cuff she listened attentively to your chest.

Ignoring the grip of the cuff on your arm you observed Dr. Miller migrate the stethoscope over and over the same small patch of skin clearly frustrated.

“What’s up Doc?” You asked without the slightest Bugs Bunny sass.

“I’m just having some difficulty. If you could get on your back it might help if I’m on top.”

Phrasing…boom.

Following her instructions you laid back onto the table.

Damn from this angle her tits looked like two massive zeppelins.

Two zeppelins who like the Hindenburg suddenly came crashing down on top of your face.

Well you did ask for **** by snu-snu.