Preform an Ultrasound On Bethany.

“We could do an ultrasound and maybe see if it might just be a harmless cyst. It's not as good as a mammogram but it might tell us what we are dealing with.” I suggested as a way of ease the girls concerns. Ultrasounds were not as clear or as good as a mammogram as they covered a much smaller area and could miss things but if you knew what you were looking for and where then one could pinpoint the mass.

“I can not do it but Mister Chase obviously knows how. Is that what you want dear?” Nurse Hart said as she Touched Bethany's face.

“I guess.” She said as she blushed and looked at me as she chewed her lip. The pink tinge spread across her cheeks, making her pale skin glow softly in the fluorescent light.

“Do you want me to give you some privacy?” Mrs. Gates rubbed the girls shoulder. Bethany seemed to relax slightly at the comforting touch.

“You can stay please.” Bethany nodded.

“Okay.” Mrs. Gates smiled.

“Hop up on the bed and I will set up the ultrasound.” I smiled and walked over to the machine. She came over and hopped up on the exam bed, The vinyl of the exam table squeaked softly as she adjusted her position, flashing a little leg then tugged down her skirt.

“Please take off your vest and remove your blouse Bethany.” Nurse Hart smiled and touched the girls arm softly and then took her glasses to set them safely aside and folded them and then took her purse putting them on the counter by the bed out of the way.

Bethany nodded and reached down pulling the vest up over her head. She set the vest on the bed beside her and started on the top button of her blouse slowly revealing her pale chest. As she worked her way down, the fabric parted, revealing the swell of her breasts in a white bra with delicate pale pink floral embroidery along the edges. Her fingers trembled slightly as she undid each button, her nervousness evident. The soft cotton of her blouse whispered against her skin as it fell open, exposing more of her pale complexion. Her fingers trembled slightly, betraying her nervousness about the upcoming examination.

She unbuttoned it down to her smooth stomach and then worked pulled out of her shirt from where it was tucked in her skirt. She pulled it off her shirt causing her small breasts to jiggle. Despite their modest size, they had a natural, youthful bounce. The motion caused her silver necklace to swing, the pendant catching the light as it nestled between her breasts. The cool air of the examination room caused goosebumps to form on her exposed skin. They sat high on her chest, defying gravity with their perky shape.

"My bra too?" She bit her lip, her teeth leaving a slight indentation on the soft pink flesh. Her fingers played with the lace edge of her bra, tracing the intricate pattern.

"I'm afraid so," I nodded and slid on a pair of nitrile gloves, the material making a soft snapping sound as I adjusted them for a proper fit.

She reached back and undid her bra and then let it slide down her arm revealing her two ripe breasts each the size of two full oranges. Her fingers moved gracefully as the fabric fell away. They sat high on her chest, defying gravity with their perky shape. The pale skin of her breasts was flawless, smooth as silk. Her nipples were a soft pink against the creamy white, perfectly centered on each breast.

Puffy pert delicious areolas dominated her breasts and stood erect, with tiny nipples at the center of each. Each areola was perfectly round, their texture enticing to the eye. The delicate skin around them puckered slightly, creating a subtle texture. The pale pink circles contrasted beautifully against her creamy skin, drawing the eye to their perfect symmetry. Her nipples were small little peeks at the tips yet hard and pronounced in the cool air. Their rosy hue deepened as they stiffened, standing out against the pale backdrop of her breasts.

“So where did you feel it?” I asked.

"Here," she said, moving her hand to the side of her left breast and pointing to a spot a couple of inches from her nipple.

“May I?” I inquired and she nodded, her eyes briefly meeting mine before looking away and squeezing Mrs. Gates hand.

She bit her lip as I reached out and touched the side of her breasts. Her breasts was warm and her skin silky smooth to the touch. I felt around a little letting my fingers caress her breasts before I found it. About the size of a pea or smaller. It was not very big and if her breasts were bigger she might not have felt it but given how petite her breasts were, it made sense that she'd been able to notice it herself.

I slid my hand from the side of her breast to her underarm, gently palpating the axillary lymph nodes. I was feeling for any enlargement, hardness, or irregularities. “I do not feel any lymph node changes.” I gave her a reassuring smile.

I removed my hand and grabbed the ultrasound transducer Mrs. Hart had already covered in gel. “Okay I am sorry but this is going to be a little cold.” I said warning her.

I gently placed the gel-covered tip of the wand against her skin, right where we had felt the lump. She flinched slightly at the cool touch, her skin prickling with goosebumps. "Try to relax and breathe normally," I said softly, my eyes moving between her face and the ultrasound screen as I began the examination moving the probe up to the top and then down the side and under her breasts viewing the small mass from different angles. I swore her nipples got harder and more pronounced as I ran the cold gel over the surface of her breasts. The areolas puckered slightly, creating a more defined texture against the smooth skin

Her chest rose and fell quickly as she breathed waited for me to give her my assessment. Her breasts subtly rising and falling with each bated breath

“It looks like a harmless cyst to me.” I said with a smile. “You will want to see a doctor to get a second opinion.” I smiled and removed the probe as the gel left a shiny trail over the skin of her breasts as I lifted the transducer away.

“Are you sure.” She chewed her lip not quit convinced. Her brow furrowed slightly, showing her lingering concern despite my reassurance.

“I tell you what. I do have something else I can look at. Mrs. Hart can you grab a paper towel please?”

“Of course.” Mrs. Hart said as she walked over to the dispenser.

As she did I reached in the drawer and grabbed out the thermal imager. The device felt cool in my hands as I powered it on. “Do you know where the word tumor gets its name?” I asked.

“No.” She shook her head. I took the paper towel from Mrs. Hart and gently wiped off her breast running from the top to the bottom to clear off the gel.

“Its because they look like a crab as it grows the blood vessels stretch out making it look like it has legs. The Latin word for crab is cancer which is why its the name for a crab in the zodiac.

I powered on the thermal imager as the display coming to life with a soft blue glow. "All that blood causes hot spots under the skin," I explained. "This device can detect those temperature differences." The screen flickered briefly as it calibrated to the ambient temperature of the room.

Holding the imager about six inches from her skin, I slowly ran it over the sides of her breasts. The screen displayed a real-time thermal map, with cooler areas appearing in shades of blue and warmer areas in reds and yellows. I was looking for spots that appeared bright yellow to white, which would indicate areas of increased blood flow and potential tumor growth.

"As you can see..." I said taking a still image and tilted the screen so she could view it, "the temperature is fairly uniform, with no concerning hot spots. This is another good indication that what we're dealing with is likely just a benign cyst. They can go away on there own our a doctor will insert a needle and drain it if need. If you feel it get any bigger before then come tell Mrs. Hart or myself and we will look at it and do another scan.”

“Thank you.” She smiled brightly.

“Of course. It is why I am here. Is there a history of breasts cancer in your family?” I asked pulling off my blue nitrile gloves.

"Not that I know of." She shook her head, her hair swaying slightly with the movement.

“I would suggest you ask your mother and grandmothers as well as any aunts when you fill out the questioner I gave you so you can come in soon for your evaluation so we can check for any other problems or lumps to be on the safe side.” I smiled and rubbed her shoulder.

“Okay.” She smiled.

"Now put those things away before you put some ones eye out.” I teased as I glanced down at her pert breast and playfully gave her nipple a little flick, causing her breasts to quiver slightly. Her breath caught audibly, and her eyes widened in surprise at my bold action as a visible shiver ran through her body.

"Mister Chase." She blushed brightly as she covered her chest and laughed. The pink flush spread quickly across her cheeks. Her hands cupped her breasts, fingers splayed wide in an attempt to cover them completely as her fingers sank into the soft flesh slightly. The action only served to emphasize their perkiness, pushing them up and together slightly. Her emerald eyes sparkled with a mix of embarrassment and amusement and she let out a little laugh.

“Good. Just making sure you could smiled.” I teased. “Miss Hart can you call her parents and let them know.” I looked at Mrs. Hart.

“Of course.” She said handing Bethany her brassier. Bethany reached for it eagerly and snagged the brassier as she covered herself with one hand still blushing.

I put the scanner back into the cart and pushed it out and pulled the curtain giving her some privacy. The metal rings of the curtain made a soft scraping sound as I closed it, leaving her to dress in peace. Through the thin fabric of the curtain, I could see Bethany's silhouette as she moved to put her bra back on. Her lithe form twisted and bent as she secured the clasp behind her back.

“Thank you Mister Chase.” Mrs. Gates said and leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She had to raise up on her toes to reach. Her large breasts rubbing up against my as put her hand on my stomach and gave me a partial hug. The soft curves of her chest pressed firmly against me, her warmth seeping through the layers of our clothing. The scent of her light perfume wafted up, a subtle floral fragrance that lingered in the air between us.

“Of course.” I nodded. She definitely cared about her students.

“Does that thermal thing really work?” She whispered. No doubt wanting Bethany to hear my answer if it didn't.

“Yes. I would not lie to the girl. The tumor have to be a certain size and close to the skin but they can detect them easily enough on women with small breasts. Women like you on the other hand would require a deeper.” I nodded and glanced down at her massive breasts contained in her blouse and blazer. The fabric of her blouse strained slightly across her chest, the buttons holding firm despite the generous swell beneath.

“Yes. I am sure. I was wondering. I am instructing the girls on self exams and would you give the girls a quick scan. It is more for my piece of mine and I will understand if you are to busy...”

“I will try and fit it in.” I nodded cutting her off.

“Thank you sweetie.” She said and slid off of me. She smoothed down her blazer as the action emphasizing the curves beneath. “I should get back to my class but will see you two in a bit.”

“Okay.” I nodded as Mrs. Gates headed for the door.

Mrs. Hart stepped out from behind the curtain as she held up a phone to her ear, it looked like a girl's phone and not her own being hot pink with a glittery case and dangling charm key-chain so I had to guess it was Bethany's phone. “Hello is this Mrs. Davenport? Yes this is Mrs. hart at your daughters school. I was wonder if you had a moment to talk?” She said. I could not hear the other side of the call but I could picture it.

“”No everything is fine. It is just your daughter reported finding a lump on her breasts. We believe it to be a benign cyst and not a major concern after doing an ultrasound and thermal imaging of her breasts but that is all we could do as far as testing and would suggest she see a doctor and get a mammogram from a specialist to be sure. Would you be able to take her or would I need to set a day up for someone from the school to accompany her?” Mrs. Hart smiled. She definitely had a natural touch when talking to parents.

“Great. Please call us back and let us know what day you will come pick her up once you make the appointment with your doctor. Would you like to speak with her?” Mrs Hart paused for a second and then headed back behind the curtain. “Okay. You to.” I nodded and headed out following.

I headed out into the busy hall with Mrs. Gates. The hall was a sea of teenage girls. Some to much in a hurry to notice me while others stopped and stared as if I was some wild animal that had just wondered in. I wondered if they ever get use to seeing a guy in the hallway.

“So you any less nervous.” Mrs. gates asked as I checked to make sure I had everything.

“Not really but I am not the one in my underwear.” I shrugged.

“I wouldn't mind if you wanted to be.” Mrs. Gates teased as she looked me over.

“Any advice for me?” I asked wondering how she managed to teach six classes a day for weeks on end.

“No I think you are doing fine. Maybe just try and not be to nice. The girls will eat you alive if you show weakness.” Mrs. Gates shook her head at me.

“You make them sound like wild animals.” I laughed.

“Some days I feel like a ring master in a circus so if the shoe fits.” She smiled.

“Hey I was wondering if I could get a copy of your class textbook to look over. I am curious what all you are teaching the girls.” I thought to myself wondering how much of what I did during my exam was covered it the textbook.

“Of course dear. I think I have one in my desk.” Mrs Gates said as she walked over across the room to her desk and I followed after her. Her heels clicked against the floor with each step.

She pulled out her chair taking her seat, as she did her skirt rose up a little showing off a little leg as she crossed them. Her voluptuous stocking clad thighs pressed together and a shoe dangled from her foot. Her stocking-clad thighs pressed together, the fabric smooth and without a single run. A thin gold wedding band adorned her left hand, catching the light as she reached for a drawer handle.

She undid the button on her blazer. Her massive mounds causing the blazer to almost burst open as I thought they might burst out onto her lap. I couldn't help but notice her hard plump large nipples poked out through the shirt. Her mammoth breasts pulling against the buttons of her shirt creating small spaces in between the buttons that expanded subtly with each breath. The collar of her shirt gaped open, revealing a deep valley of cleavage.

She turned toward her desk and began to search through the drawers. The movement caused her plump ass to push out, the skirt tightening across her rounded cheeks as she faced away from me. Her breasts jiggling as she closed the drawer she was looking through. I noticed a delicate gold necklace peeking out from her collar, its pendant dangling over her gaping deep cleavage from view as she leaned forward looking through one of the side drawers.

"Here we are you are in luck. You can hold onto it for as long as you like. I just keep in encase one of the girls loses there books." Mrs. Gates handed me the book, her manicured nails briefly brushing against my hand. Her nails were perfectly shaped, painted a deep burgundy that complemented her skin tone.

"Thank you." I nodded opening it up and flipping through. It was very detailed with pictures showing how to preform a breasts exam in detail. The glossy pages felt cool under my fingertips as I scanned the anatomical diagrams. The anatomical drawings were startlingly detailed, leaving little to the imagination.

"I noticed your ring. You been married long." I said making small talk as I flipped through the book. The gold band glinted as Mrs. Gates adjusted her position in her chair. The anatomical drawings were startlingly detailed, leaving little to the imagination.

"Twenty years. The first of two wives. My husband got himself a younger woman a few years back so I spend more time here with my first love. Teaching." Her voice carried a hint of wistfulness, but her posture remained poised. I was sure being set aside for a younger woman was not ideal.

"Well his loss is my gain." I said, looking up from the book to offer a smile.

"Thank you for saying that. Though you are a little young for me." She smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly as she smiled warmly and touched my hand.

“You two have any kids together?” I asked.

“A boy and a girl. My son is in college and my daughter goes here. You will meet her later actually. She is actually nervous to meet you.”

“Don't worry. I will treat her with the up most respect.” I said flipping through the book seeing next weeks lesson was on gynecology with a detailed diagram of the external and internal female anatomy. Detailed female anatomy stared up at me. The glossy pages reflected the overhead lights, making the anatomical diagrams seem to leap off the page.

"Maybe not too much. The girl could use someone to get her out of her shell." Mrs. Gates replied with a subtle wink, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

I glanced up as I saw a girl swipe her phone at the door scanner to sign in and then come in. Her blonde hair running down her back long in braids.

Turning, I saw her swipe her phone across the digital reader, the screen flashing green to confirm her attendance. She strode in confidently, her presence immediately catching my attention. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back in neat braids, swaying gently with each step. The intricate plaits spoke of time and care taken with her appearance, despite the early hour. Her complexion was fair, with a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Blue eyes, framed by long lashes, looked at me and gave a little smile.

She had a curvy figure that filled out her uniform in all the right places. A crisp white blouse was neatly tucked into her skirt, its collar peeking out from beneath the red blazer. The blazer hung open, revealing the curve of her waist and the way the blouse stretched slightly across her chest. Her skirt draped nicely over rounded hips, and even the knee-high socks seemed to emphasize the shapely contours of her calves. She turned back and made her way to her seat as she walked up the levels of the lecture hall.

Soon others began arriving as they swiped their phones at the door and came in and had a seat. One girl caught my eyes as she looked a little out of place. Her sleek hair hair was styled in a dramatic side part, swept over to cover the right side of her face while exposing the left revealing multiple small, silver earrings along her left ear. The mascara on her lashes was noticeably thicker than most students wore, but still probably just within acceptable limits, making her deep dark brown eyes appear larger and more intense. A black choker adorned her neck, the velvet band a stark contrast against her pale skin. Her figure was willowy, with long limbs that gave her a graceful appearance.

Her blouse was opened slightly showing her upper chest, the top two buttons undone to reveal a hint of collarbone. The sleeves were rolled up to show off several bracelets adorned her wrist, a mix of thin silver chains and black leather bands that clinked softly as she moved. Her short pleated school skirt swished around a pair of black thigh high stockings that hugged her long legs, the dark fabric emphasizing the length of her stride. The hem of the skirt brushed just above the lacy tops of the stockings, drawing the eye to the sliver of pale skin between. Thick heeled loafers adorned her feet, the chunky soles adding an extra inch or two to her already impressive height. She looked at me and ran her eyes up and down me as she passed and gave me a little shrug and proceeded to her seat. I watched her ass as she headed all the way up to the top.

Another blonde girl walked beside her. The two had to be sisters as they had the same facial features though the second was less edgy as her face was free of visible makeup. Small glasses sat on her face over her green eyes that were framed with long lashes, light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, soft thin pink lips unadorned with makeup. Her lower lip the lower lip slightly fuller than the upper, giving her mouth a subtle pout. Her red hair was pulled back into a neat braided ponytail, secured with a black ribbon that matched the school uniform. As they approached, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the movement drawing attention to the delicate gold earrings she wore.

She was wearing a long sleeve red open sweater over her school blouse that was buttoned up to almost her collar with a thin necklace flashing underneath showing off her more modest dress compared to her sister. The sweater was soft cashmere with a deep crimson hue that accentuated the creaminess of her skin. A gold class ring gleamed on her right hand as she clutched her books close to her small yet still impressive bosom.

Her skirt was the standard length, falling just above her knees, revealing legs clad in simple white knee-high socks. She wore sleek black leather loafers, their polished surface reflecting the classroom lights as they tapped against the floor as she kept pace with her sister.

As they passed, the edgier sister leaned in close and whispered something into her more modest sibling's ear, causing the latter to blush and suddenly burst into a soft laugh while glancing briefly in my direction. Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, eyes sparkling with amusement as she tried to compose herself. She raised her free hand to cover her mouth, attempting to stifle her laughter.

I heard a chirp as another student signed in. I glanced over to see a familiar face come skipping over followed by several friends. Cassie came over with her petite like frame. Her long ginger hair flowing behind her, catching the light and shimmering with hints of gold and copper. Her backpack on her back, causing her full breasts to press against her blouse, the fabric straining slightly at the buttons. Her skirt swished around her legs showing off white thigh high socks on her short but toned legs. Despite her small stature, she moved with the grace.

Behind her were two other girls. One was a taller, slender girl with short chestnut hair in a long bob cut that framed her face, revealing sharp cheekbones and deep brown eyes. Her complexion was fair and flawless, with a hint of natural blush on her cheeks. Her eyebrows were perfectly shaped, arching gracefully over her almond-shaped eyes.

Her white blouse under her open school blazer was buttoned perfectly to the collar, crisp and pristine. The tailored fabric hugged her curves in a way that suggested careful selection, accentuating her modest bosom and neatly tucked in at her slender waist. She carried a leather satchel instead of a backpack, its strap crossing her body and emphasizing her breasts through the blouse.

The pleated skirt was long falling down to her knees but showed off her tone calves in her stockings. Polished loafers adorned her small feet. Her slender figure and graceful movement reminded me of a ballerina as she moved gracefully.

The third girl had a lean toned frame with broad but not muscular shoulders. Her skin had a warm, golden tone suggesting she spent time outdoors. Her body suggested maybe tennis or swimming. Straight strawberry blonde hair fell just past her shoulders in a long ponytail that swayed gently as she walked. The light caught her hair, revealing subtle highlights of honey and copper. A few wisps had escaped the ponytail, framing her face softly. She had an oval face with clear blue eyes framed by long lashes. A few strands fell across her forehead, and she absently tucked them behind her ear with a quick, practiced motion to show off a small blue gemstone earring. Her lips were full and naturally pink, curving into a warm smile. Her white school blouse fit her form nicely, the fabric stretched slightly across her chest, accentuating her ample bosom and narrowed into a slender waistline. The collar of her shirt was undone to show off a thin gold chain with a small pendant nestled in the hollow of her throat, drawing attention to her elegant neckline. Her uniform skirt, reaching mid-thigh, effortlessly showcased her athletic physique, accentuating the toned curves of her strong, well-defined thighs The pleats of the skirt swayed gently as she walked, occasionally offering glimpses of her well-shaped legs. She wore knee-high socks over her well-toned calves, and simple black flats adorned her feet.

“Hey Mister Chase.” Cassie bobbed her head and smiled. She had an almost infectious energy. Her fingers fidgeted with the strap of her backpack as she spoke.