"I believe I do."

Cecelia looked back at the immense bust of Misty, and she had to say, she did enjoy the look of her bosom. The curvature of her breasts; the lush palette of Misty's skin; and the purple areolas that Misty possessed. They were a sight to behold, and a sight that Cecelia had the benefit of touching.

However, there were a few problems with that were evident in Cecelia's mind. For starters, Misty was her patient. A doctor couldn't have a relationship with their patient; professional, yes, but not one involving any of the romantic kind. That would get Cecelia kicked out of her job, and profession. Frankly, she quite enjoyed her job at the moment. Second, she didn't really have a close relation with Misty. She had only met the girl a few moments ago, that wasn't ground for something that was so interment. Third, she didn't know if Misty was planning anything. Was she trying to hold something over Cecelia if she said anything wrong?

Still, her breasts were nice to hold, and drain. And maybe Misty was joking about her breasts, a light-hearted thing. Mulling over her options, Cecelia finally came to a proper response. One that didn't outright say she liked Misty's breasts, and also showed Misty that she was somewhat interested.

"I believe I do; in a objectively beautiful way." Misty looked at her weirdly, almost as if she picked the wrong answer. Silence hung in the room for over a minute or two, Misty broke it first.

"Thank you for the response." Misty said evenly, Cecelia raised a eyebrow at that. Just then, a phone ring covered the room. Taking out it out, Cecelia responded to a call.

"Yes, hello? What? Really? Dammit, okay" Smiling at Misty, Cecelia used her most even voice. "I apologize, it seems that out trickster here has gotten a few more victims. I have to head down to their rooms right now, sorry."

Just like that, Cecelia went back over to the chair besides Misty, and got back her coat. Not even putting it back on, Cecelia went out of the room. This left Misty looking at the back of the retreating doctor. Sighing, Misty buried her face into her bosom, the growth still pulsing.

"Shit, it'll probably be back to the size before I was drained. Boobs are nice, but being equated to livestock is not." Misty said, between the gaps of her boobs.