Get Her Weight and Height Then Some Pictures Of her Body.

"Take off your shoes so Mrs. Hart can get your height and weight." I smiled. Amanda bent at the waist, her skirt sliding up to reveal the backs of her thighs and a hint of her ass cheeks. Mrs. Hart moved to the scale to ready it.

I went over to the cupboard to grab out a sample cup and then went to my bag and grabbed out my digital camera and body scanner.

Mrs. Hart's voice cut through the quiet room. "Weight, One hundred and twelve pounds. Height, Five foot seven."

“Come over to the bed and strip. You can lay your stuff on top of the bed.” I said walking over and drawing the curtain so whoever was in the security office would not get an eyeful as she undressed.

"Okay." Amanda smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. She walked over, her hips swaying subtly with each step. Her fingers worked the buttons of her blouse, revealing more skin with each one. The fabric parted, exposing her decolletage and then the swell of her breasts nestled in a delicate lace brassiere. Amanda shimmied off her shirt as she leaned forward causing them to feel her cups and her nipples to crest over the tops of the cups peeking out as her breasts bounced gently within the confines of her bra.

“Are there any red flags I should know about such as allergies or any recent illnesses, surgeries, or medications you're currently taking?” I asked. I said as I glanced down at her sheet.

"Nope." Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her brassiere. Her breasts settled lower as the support vanished. She slipped the straps off one arm, then the other, before tossing the bra aside onto the bed. Her breasts were now fully exposed, round and firm. The smooth, pale skin accentuated her large, pink areolas. Her nipples, prominent and rosy, visibly stiffened in the cool office air, puckering into tight peaks, their tips pointing slightly upward. The delicate skin seemed almost luminous under the office lighting, each curve and contour catching the light with subtle definition.

"Though my breasts feel bigger." She glanced down, cupping them briefly. Her hands lifted each breast, examining first one then the other. The flesh yielded softly to her touch, yet maintained a youthful firmness. She released them, letting them fall back into place with a slight bounce.

"When was your last period?" I asked, my eyes lingering on her chest as they settled into place.

"About two weeks ago." She shrugged, fingers working at the zipper of her skirt. With a shimmy of her hips, the fabric slid down her legs, pooling at her feet. Her bare curvy hips and long legs were now on full display.

“Then you are probably ovulating which caused your breasts to swell do to increased hormones. It's natural.” I nodded and made a note on the page.

"Yep. She came by and asked for some Tylenol two weeks ago on a Tuesday." Mrs. Hart approached, Amanda's chart in hand. I made a mental note to review all the girls' charts that afternoon. Amanda's record was sparse, showing only a few visits over her four years here.

“I assume you live locally?” I glanced up. If she didn't visit the office regularly I would guess her parents took her to a doctor somewhere in the city.

“Yep.” Amanda smiled as she leaned over., her large lovely breast hanging under her and began to jiggle as she shimmied off her panties, wobbling beneath her from side to side. As she moved to her stocking her full breast moved forward and back as she slid her stockings off her leg and then moved to the other then did a little bounce as she stood back up.

“Okay now what?” Amanda said she stood there naked. Her hands on her hips.

“First we need to take some pictures. Stand over there by the curtain and face me.” I said fishing the camera out of my pocket. The curtain being the closets thing I had to a backdrop which was probably something else I would want to get later before next week to take pictures in front of. “Pose face me.” I said looking over her naked body. Amanda flipped her hair back over her shoulder she arched her back making her tits pop out. She cocked her hip out and put her hand on her hip as she placed her leg out to the side drawing my eye down to her shaved tight vulva. She playfully puckered her lips as she blew a kiss. I smiled as I snapped the picture. At least she had a career in modeling I thought.

“Okay now I need a close up of your breasts.” I said.

Amanda stood with her hands behind her head, elbows out, which pushed her chest forward. She arched her back slightly, accentuating the natural curve of her spine. Her full, round breasts lifted, the soft flesh swelling outward. As she took a deep breath, her rib cage expanded, causing her breasts to rise noticeably more. The chill in the room made her nipples stiffen, the darker pink tips standing out against her pale skin. This motion caused her breasts to jut out more prominently, creating deeper shadows underneath. Amanda's areolas tightened in response to the cold while small bumps formed over her breasts. The pale curves of her breasts caught the light, highlighting their smooth contours while casting subtle shadows that emphasized their volume. I smiled getting a horizontal shot of her breasts and fuller close up of her torso and head.

“Okay now your crotch.” I smiled.

Amanda blushed as she put her hands behind her hips and thrust her crotch forward. Spreading her legs slightly in an A shape, she exposed more of her vulva. Her outer labia, smooth and hairless, parted gently, revealing a glimpse of the pink inner folds within. At the top of her slit, her clitoral hood peeked out, the sensitive nub beneath just barely visible. Despite the subtle parting of her outer mounds, her tiny pussy still appeared tight and compact. The pale white skin of her outer lips contrasted with the deeper pink of her inner labia. As she held this pose, a faint sheen of moisture became evident on her flesh, hinting at her growing arousal. I smiled as I snapped a few shots.

“Okay side view.” I said standing back up.

Amanda nodded and turned to the side, keeping her hands behind her hips. Her profile revealed the gentle curve of her stomach and the pronounced arch of her back. Her breasts jutted forward, their round shape clearly visible from this angle. The side view emphasized the perkiness of her nipples, which pointed slightly upward.

From this perspective, the smooth line of her pubic area flowed into her toned thigh. Her soft vulva was partially obscured, with only a hint of her labia visible from this angle. Behind her, the curve of her firm buttocks stood out, creating a pleasing S-shape from her lower back to her shapely thighs. Her long, slender legs extended gracefully to the floor. Amanda's silky blonde hair cascaded down her back, reaching just past her shoulder blades and catching the light.

“Okay now the back.” I smiled.

Amanda turned around, showing her full, heart-shaped ass and looked back over her shoulder with a smile. Her hair fell back over her shoulder like a waterfall, flowing down to her waist. As she glanced back, the round curve of her breast peeked out from behind her arm. Her torso narrowed into her slender waist before expanding into her well-rounded hips. At the small of her back, two subtle dimples marked the top of her buttocks. Below, her full, round ass cheeks formed two shapely mounds. Her full cheeks pressing together in a deep cleft while the upper part of her ass was just as full as the lower, giving it an overall full ripe appearance. The firmness of her ass was evident, yet there was still a tantalizing softness to its shape that made me want to reach out and caress it. I took full body shot and smiled.

“Stand straight so I can get your your buttocks from behind.” I said taking a knee and admiring her ass from below. Amanda shifted her stance, straightening her legs and squaring her shoulders. Her back arched naturally, pushing her ass out even more. As she did this, the round globes of her buttocks became more prominently displayed. This pose accentuated the fullness of her cheeks and deepened the cleft between them as he cheeks parted slightly. From this lower angle, her pussy peeked out from behind her thighs, the soft folds of her labia just visible between her legs. I snapped the picture and stood back up and smiled.

“Hop up on the bed for me.” I pointed and slid the camera in my pocket. Amanda hopped up on the bed causing her breasts to bounce as she did.

I handed the clip board to Miss Hart then I grabbed the measuring tape and carefully positioned it across her chest, from one nipple to the other. The tape touched her skin lightly as I aligned it precisely. "Eight inch bust point from nipple to nipple," I noted, recording the measurement.

Moving to her shoulder, I held one end of the tape at the base of her neck and extended it down to her nipple. The tape followed the curve of her breast as I measured. My fingers brushed against her nipple briefly as I secured the tape's position. "Ten inch bust height," I announced, jotting down the figure.
Next, I picked up the caliper. I gently placed the caliper on her areola, carefully positioning the cool metal arms at the edges of the pink pigmented skin. I measured the height first, sliding the instrument from top to bottom. "Two inches in height," I noted, feeling the slight texture change as the caliper moved over her skin. Then, I rotated the tool to measure the width, repeating the process from side to side. "Also two inches wide," I said, noting the perfectly circular shape.

I took the caliper and pinched her nipple between its arms, sliding it closed until it gripped the firm flesh. The cool metal made her nipple stiffen further as I adjusted the caliper to get an accurate reading. I noted the measurement, then carefully rotated the tool to capture the height, feeling the slight resistance of her erect warm nipple against the cold metal instrument. Next I turned it measuring her nipple length. "Nipple diameter is zero point five inches, with a length of zero point three inches when erect." I set the Caliper aside and looked at Mrs. Hart as she wrote.

“Any history of breasts cancer in your family?” I asked They filled my palms completely, substantial and weighty without being overly large. The skin felt smooth and supple as my fingers sank into the soft flesh. Her breasts rested firmly in my hands, their full weight pressing against my palms. I could feel their natural shape and consistency as I lifted them, the tissue shifting slightly with the movement. The undersides of her breasts curved perfectly into my cupped hands, while the stiff nipples pointed upward. I ran my hands back and forth underneath feeling the soft tissue underneath her cups as her breast s shifted back and forth.

“When was the last time you saw your doctor for a breasts exam?” I slid my hands up over her breast, fingers spreading wide as I softly squeezed them. My palms glided over her nipples, feeling them harden and push against my skin. I explored the sides, my fingertips tracing gentle circles as I massaged her breasts. Her soft mounds pressed together, creating a deep cleavage as they rubbed against each other. Amanda's breathing quickened slightly as I worked, her chest rising and falling more rapidly beneath my palms.

“I had a check up just before the start of school.” She replied and let out a little whimper.

“Any discomfort?” I said.

“No.” She chewed her lip as she looked at me. Her eyes followed my movements, “You have really nice hands.” Her chest rose and fell more rapidly in my hands, her breathing becoming slightly uneven.

"Thanks," I responded, shifting my attention to her lymph nodes. As I pressed firmly under her arms, moving my fingertips in small circles, Amanda couldn't suppress a giggle at the ticklish sensation. She squirmed slightly, clearly trying to remain still despite the urge to laugh.

“Lymph nodes feel fine.” I went back to the exam turning my attention to her cleavage letting my hands spread her breasts apart and my thumbs run up and down along her cleavage working from her breasts bone outward. Her nipples pointing outward as I pulled her soft mounds apart and let my fingers trace over her skin. Amanda leaned back on her hands pressing her breasts into my hands and letting my fingers explore as she close her eyes.

I looked at Mrs. Hart. As I glanced over to see Mrs' hart staring as she watched and chewing on the end of the ink pen. The cap gently caressing her luscious lips while her teeth grazed the tip lightly as she watched. She held the clip board against her on breasts as she seemed to be amazed by the sight. She caught me looking and quickly plucked the pen from her mouth and looked down at the clip board as she tried to hid the blush in her cheeks. Her fingers tightened on the clipboard as she pretended to study the papers intently.

Returning my attention to Amanda, I moved above the top of her nipples in a semicircular motion, gradually working my way upward to where her breasts met her chest wall. I applied gentle pressure, rubbing in small circles as I pressed her breasts down and moved back and forth across the surface. A light flush spread across her chest, the pale skin turning a soft pink under my touch. I noted the warmth radiating from her skin, a stark contrast to the cool air of the nurses office.

“What next Mrs. Hart?” I asked checking to see if she was paying attention.

She glanced at the clipboard, appearing a little flustered. Her eyes darted across the page before she spoke. "Any nipple pain, discomfort, chafing, or discharge?" She said, reading the text word for word from and then reached out tracing the end of her pen around the girls nipple lightly.

Amanda shook her head in response. "No," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

I moved to her nipples and gave them a careful pinch, watching her face intently to judge her sensitivity. She let out a soft noise and sucked in air sharply, her eyes shooting open at the sudden stimulation. The pink buds stiffened further under my touch, standing out prominently against her pale areolas. I released her nipples, observing as they quickly returned to their natural color while blood flowed back into them.

"Good breast sensitivity and blood flow," I commented with a reassuring smile. Mrs. Hart jotted down the observation, the pen scratching audibly against the paper in the quiet room. Amanda's chest rose and fell more rapidly now, her breathing slightly uneven.

“Have you noticed any discoloration in your nipples.” I said running my finger around her areolas slowly.

“No.” She shook her head.

I moved my hand down and lifted her breasts up and and let them fall back with a slight bounce. “Shake your shoulders for me.” I said moving my hands away. She shook her breasts from side to side making them jiggle.

“Good breasts elasticity.” I smiled noticing how they still kept there shape well. They had some sag o them but it be some years before they began to substantially sag.

“Lay back and spread your legs please.” I smiled.

“Okay.” Amanda said as she sat back, her large breast flattening against her chest still look full and fairly. She slowly spread her legs slightly opening her vulva and exposing her inner clitoris and labia.

"Add extra credit for her shaved pubic mound." I smiled running my hands over the soft folds. Her vulva was silky smooth to the touch and bald as the day she was born. I could hear Mrs. Hart scribble it down. Amanda's cheeks flushed slightly as I parted her labia with my thumbs. Her clitoris was a pretty shade of pink, like a tiny rose bud waiting to bloom. "Your clitoral hood is well-formed," I said, "It's good to see it's not too hooded. That can sometimes cause issues with sensitivity."

“Have you had any urinary track or yeast infections?” I asked.

“No.” Amanda shook her head no.

I slowly spread her labia and her vagina as her pink wet folds parted, glistening in the light. I noted the healthy pink color of her tight little hole and slid my finger against the side collecting some of the juices and rubbing it between my fingers examining the viscosity and clear color. Amanda's labia were plump and inviting, a warm pink that contrasted with the paleness of her skin. Her inner folds glistened with a clear, viscous fluid that hinted at her arousal. She bit her lip and let out a small whimper as I gently pushed my thumb against her clit, watching as it swelled slightly beneath my touch as I softly rubbed it. She arched her back and shuttered lightly.

"Good sensitivity to manual stimulation. Do you masturbate Mrs. Anderson?" I asked, moving my hand away. My fingers were still warm from the examination, and I noticed a slight sheen on them from her natural lubrication.

"Yes," she blushed, looking a little disappointed that I had stopped so suddenly. Her chest rose and fell with slightly quickened breaths, and I could see goosebumps forming on her skin.

"How frequently?" Mrs. Hart asked as she looked down at her from the other side of the table.

“A few times a week maybe.” She shrugged and chewed her bottom lip. Her fingers tapped nervously on the vinyl surface of the examination table.

"Your vagina is quite healthy, Mrs. Hart," I said, looking up at her with a nod of approval. I pulled out my pen light from my pocket and spread her a little more, peering into her inner folds where I saw a lack of a hymen as I looked into the depths of her vagina. The pink hue of her inner flesh was consistent and free of any discoloration. The light reflected off the moist tissue, highlighting its healthy appearance.

"When you masturbate, do you use any toys inside yourself?" I glanced up at her,

“A wand vibrator.” She said turning a little red in the face. At least she was honest. I didn't see any tearing that would say she was sexually active, at least not with a boy. Her labia remained slightly parted, glistening in the light as I looked back in checking one way and then the other.