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"Ah, yes! The one who tried to drive me out of business so their firm could grab up this whole building! How could I forget... Well, let's just make sure everything is in order then, yes? But first, let's make sure you're ignorant."

The doctor says something that you can't make out. Your mind is working a mile a minute trying to figure it out, and make some sort of sense out of your situation, when you feel something like a tickling sensation in your throat and-

"Yip!" It comes out of your mouth like a hiccup, on reflex. You blush and put your hand against your mouth when - "Arf! Arf arf!" - out of nowhere a few more barks escape.

"Good, good!" says the doctor. "Now, uh-" and here he says something else you can't quite place. But you start to feel a strain in your legs as they slowly start to widen, stretching the material of your pencil skirt. You try to stop them, but not even pressing them back together with your hands stops them from moving further and further apart, until you're leaned back on the couch, legs at a near 180 degree angle. This body, you note, is very flexible. Just great.

The doctor stares directly at your exposed crotch and you squirm, unable to do anything about it. "Perfect, perfect..." he says, a lecherous grin on his face. "And to wrap it up-" and, again, he says something you can't understand. Before you know it, your hands have extracted your bra from under your black jacket and the white blouse underneath it. You hold it out and the doctor grabs it from you, smiling down at it as he pulls it towards himself.

"Well, those are the only triggers I'll check right now. It seems like everything's in working order. Now, time to get back to work." He claps twice.

You shake your head as the doctor finishes putting something away into his desk. He turns back to you, eyes fixed squarely on the breasts you were still very uncomfortable with having. Just like your stepsister to put you in a room alone with this perv. At least he seems harmless enough.

"Um, I think I'm just going to go now..." you manage, standing up from the couch.

"That's fine," he says, smiling at you. "Just be careful, it's cold outside."

You turn back and offer a weak smile in return, then make your way to the door. Leaving, you make your way past a receptionist and down a flight of stairs until you're at the door to the outside. You look down and notice that both of your nipples are clearly visible through your blouse, standing erect after you'd been pinching and playing with them as you left the doctor's room. You'd made yourself a bit horny, but it only made sense. It _was _cold outside, after all, and you confirm it by opening the door.