Go Straight To The Physical.

“I think we will skip the body measurements for now and go straight to the physical exam.” I shrugged. No point in Mrs. Hart doing them as I had the scanner and it really just be an excuse for her to run her hands over Cassie's cute petite figure. That and I did not see her getting down on her knees in a skirt.

“We start this with an invention of my own design.” I said pulling out the collar and handing it to Ms. Hart. “This has sensors that attach to your neck that can monitor your, pulse, respiration, blood pressure, temperature, voice fluctuations and more instead of having to get hooked up to five or six different machines.”

"Raise your chin and lift your hair for me." Mrs. Hart smiled at Cassie as she opened up the collar. Cassie complied, tilting her head back and gathering her long hair in her hands, exposing the smooth skin of her neck. Mrs. Hart carefully slid the device around Cassie's throat. The cool metal made contact with Cassie's skin, causing her to inhale sharply. Mrs. Hart adjusted the collar, aligning the front over Cassie's throat before securing the clasp firmly at the back with a click causing Cassie to swallow against the collar, letting out an audible gulp, as it fastened snugly around her neck. Mrs. Hart ran her fingers along the edge, making sure it was tight against the skin.

The tablet on the cart flickered to life, displaying a series of graphs and numbers as it began to chart her vital signs. I smiled as I looked it over and began to jot them down recording her heart rate, blood pressure, oxygen saturation, body temperature, and respiration rate.

“Is everything okay?” Cassie asked, as she chewed on her lip.

“Your heart rate and respiration are a little fast but other then that you are fine which is understandable.” I raised up the tablet to show her that everything was in the green with her heart rate showing yellow but just barely over the limit as a plus two symbol showed up beside it. “Try and relax cutie. You have nothing to be embarrassed about from what I see.” I gave her a little wink making her blush and her heart rate went up a couple of beats more.

“Okay.” Cassidy blushed brightly. She closed her eyes and began to take slow steady breaths as I watched her heart rate and respiration lower down to more normal rates.

I smiled writing in her rates on the clipboard. “Sing a short nursery rhyme for me?” I smiled.

"Mary had a little lamb its fleece was white as snow, and everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go." Cassie sang beautifully, her voice ringing out clear and sweet as the simple melody filled the small examination room.

"Very beautiful." I smiled and checked off her vocal cords on my chart. The audio graph on my tablet showed clean, steady lines with no signs of deep infection or throat problems.

"Mrs. Wilde sings Alto in the school choir." Mrs. Gates said from behind her desk.

“Really? That was not in your files. Maybe I can come hear you sing some time?” I smiled. I had not really thought about adjusting the device to detect different vocal ranges so it be interesting to get a wide range of signing voices to compare.

"I would like that." Cassie smiled, her green eyes widening with excitement as she was clearly thrilled that someone was taking an interest in her singing outside of choir.

"Do me a favor and gulp hard?" I said, switching over the tablet to a different screen as the display changed to show a graph of electrical signals from Cassie's throat muscles.

Cassie tilted her chin up slightly and gulped, making the collar shift noticeably against her throat as she swallowed forcefully. The movement registered clearly on the device's display, showing a strong swallow reflex.

"Strong swallow reflex," I noted, watching the clear spike of activity on the screen. The forceful gulp showed Cassie's throat muscles were working perfectly with no signs of weakness or dysfunction.

“We will leave the collar on and I will monitor you during the exam. Mrs. Hart will examine your scalp, eyes, ears, and mouth next.” I said. Mrs. Hart put her through the paces checking her scalp, using the scope to look at her green eyes with the flashlight and then the ophthalmoscope telling me Cassie wore contacts. She moved next to examining both ears with the otoscope finding nothing of note.

“Open wide for her so she can exam your teeth and gums.” Mrs. Hart asked and Cassie opened her cute little mouth though not very wide as she had a small mouth. As Cassie did, sticking her open waiting mouth up, I couldn't help but wonder what it feel like to have those small tight lips pursed tightly around my cock. Mrs. Hart gripping the girl's jaw to hold it open did little to help the image in my head of Cassie's small mouth stretched wide, her lips pulled taut around the edges. The wet, inviting interior of her mouth was fully exposed in a tight o shape showing pink glistening awaiting tongue. Mrs. Hart mentioned a few fillings but noted no signs of decay or other issues. She gently pulled the girl's pouty lip down, carefully examining her pink gums which looked healthy.

“All good. You have a cute smile since the braces came off.” Mrs. Hart smiled.

“Thanks.” Cassie smiled.

Look up for me?” Mrs. Hart said and examined her top teeth. As Cassie did, sticking her open waiting mouth up, Mrs. Hart gripping the girls jaw to hold it open did little to help the image in my head.

“Stick out your tongue for me,” Mrs. Hart said as she let go of her jaw and grabbed a tongue depressor. Her tongue was perfectly even though small like her mouth, narrowing into a tiny little point at the end, its pink surface glistening slightly under the light. She placed the tongue depressor on her small tongue and looked around inside her open mouth with the flash light. She looked around for a few seconds and then turned off the light.

“Next we will need you to blow into the breath analyzer.” I said putting the hard disposable paper cover over the end and handing it to Mrs. Hart.

Cassie parted her plump, pouty lips, revealing a glimpse of her moist pink tongue. She wrapped them snugly around the analyzer's mouthpiece, her full lips forming a tight seal. Her soft, pale cheeks expanded, bulging outward as she blew hard into the device. The delicate skin flushed a rosy pink with the intense effort. Her large, emerald eyes looked up at Mrs. Hart as her eye lashes fluttered, continuing to exhale forcefully. After a second, the analyzer emitted a sharp, electronic beep. Cassie's plump lips parted with a soft, breathy exhale, releasing the mouthpiece and leaving a glistening ring of lip gloss around the end. She inhaled deeply to catch her breath, her full, round breasts rising noticeably in her lacy bra.

“Good lung capacity at four liters.” Mrs. Hart smiled and handed me the device. It showed no signs, of THC, nicotine, or **** on her breath. Her Carbon Dioxide was a touch high at Forty-seven millimeters meaning her metabolism was slightly lower then average but within acceptable numbers given she was not athletic.

Mrs. Hart removed the collar and checked her neck and asked her to move her head about in different directions then checked her lymph nodes. Her hands slid down over Cassie's chest examining the freckles closely. “Got some sun over the summer I see.” Mrs. Hart teased as her fingers skimmed over Cassie's chest. I saw Cassie blush as slightly and bit her lip at the attention.

“We can exam her skin more closely later.” I smiled and handed Mrs. Hart the stethoscope. I had a dermatoscope but with her freckles we be here all day if we examined each and every one. She nodded it and put it in her ears and then placed it to her chest.

“Strong heart sounds.” She said but listened closer. “Though I think I here a little murmur.” Mrs hart glanced back at me.

“”What kind of Murmur?” Cassie chewed her lip nervously.

“I am sure it is nothing. I said as I sat the clipboard down. I could here the girls in the class begin to whisper. “Do you mind if I take a listen?”

“No.” Cassie shook her head. I took the scope from Nurse Hart and rubbed it against my chest then placed it against her bare chest. She blushed brightly as she glanced up at me with her big green eyes. Chewing her bottom lip nervously as she waited. I could see her chest rising and falling faster now as she watched me. I could hear the sound but as I moved the stethoscope around her chest I could tell it wasn't in the chambers of the heart. I moved to aortic valve letting the scope slide over her chest noticing the noise was almost gone so it wasn't here. I moved back across her chest to pulmonic and noticed her soft skin pebbled with goosebumps. I moved down to her cleavage placing the scope against her breasts bone as I admired the two soft round full breasts in her brassier. Each rising and falling like ocean waves as she breathed. Her tricuspid valve seemed fine as well.

“Lift your arm.” I said moving to her far left to her side and as she lifted her arm putting the probe beside her breasts to listen to the mitral valve. My hand accidentally brushing against her breasts as I looked for the spot.

“You have a small murmur in your Mitral valve. It is probably nothing but we will take a look later back in the nurses office. I am sure it is fine since all of your other vital signs are fine.” I said and touched her hand giving it a squeeze. Mrs. Hart went back to the exam running her hands over the girls stomach and pressing in at places to check out her internal organs and look for any signs of discomfort. Then her legs finding no other problems. Afterwards I answered a few more questions same as I had before.

“Everyone thank Mister Chase for coming.” Mrs. Gates smiled as she came over as her flats clicked against the floor drawing attention to her shapely legs. She put an arm around my back. I felt her fingernails run up my back softly through my shirt before her hands came to rest on my back.

“Thank you mister Chase.” The class said in unison. I saw a few of them looking at me as they leaned forward in their desk as they batted their eyes or bit their lip.

“Before Mister Chase leaves I would like him to demonstrate a new piece of technology if he does not mind. Would you mind showing the ladies how the thermal imaging works Mister Chase?” Mrs. Gates hand ran down my back, her fingers trailing along my spine.

“I suppose not. I will need someone who isn't shy and does not mind showing her breasts.” I said glancing up at the ladies. I glanced over to see Mrs. Hart lean over, her blouse gaping open to reveal her deep cleavage and the lacy edge of her bra. She rummaged through the drawer, the movement causing her breasts to sway enticingly, before finally locating the imager and pulling it out.

“This will of course count toward extra credit and who knows. Mister Chase may give you extra credit on your evaluations.” Mrs. Gates smiled as she looked out over the class.

Several hands went up across the classroom, a few quickly while a few more slowly. I noticed the goth girl in the back had her hand all the way up above her head, her dark-lined eyes meeting mine as she gave a mischievous smile.

Ms. Winters, the athletic blonde I had met earlier, raised her hand tentatively to her shoulder, her blue eyes wide as she looked around to see who else had raised there hand.

I saw Mrs. Lovelace in the front as the tall, slender brunette slowly raise her hand, her hazel eyes darting between me and the other volunteers as she blushed.

I saw a voluptuous black girl siting two rows back with warm brown skin and curly long black hair lift her arm halfway. I noticed her nails were short and neat, with a red coat of polish giving them a subtle shine and a gold bracelet around her wrist. Her eyes, dark brown and framed by long lashes, scanned the room with a curious gaze to see who else had volunteered. Her full lips, adorned with a shade of red that complemented the school's uniform colors, parted slightly.

A petite Asian girl in the middle with long black hair hesitantly held her hand up to chest level as her dark almond shaped eyes looked at me. Her long, straight black hair framed either side of her oval-shaped face and fell to her shoulders, barely brushing the collar of her blouse. Wispy bangs over her softly arching eyebrows. Her skin had a soft olive tone with a hint of natural blush on her cheeks.
She chewed lightly at her pink glossy lips as she glanced around with her dark almond shaped amber eyes. Her amber irises caught the light as she looked around framed by dark lashes and a touch of eye shadow. Her fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on the desk, drawing attention to her short nails painted a soft pink. A colorful friendship bracelet made of threads wrapped around her arm drawing the eye to her slender wrist. Her white school blouse clung to her petite frame, hinting at the gentle curves beneath. The top button was undone, revealing a teasing glimpse of her decolletage.

“If you all could please come down to the front of the class." I said wondering how many would come down.

The goth girl in the back was the first to stand, her black stockings whispering against her skin under her skirt as she made her way down the aisle. The other girls stood more slowly. Ms. Winters followed suit, her blonde ponytail bobbing slightly with each step as she approached. Mrs. Lovelace was next, her brunette hair cascading down her back as she blushed and walked with a grace that seemed almost too perfect for the situation as if trying to not let her nerves get the better of her. The Black girl with curly hair rose hesitantly, smoothing her skirt before walking towards the front. The petite Asian girl stood up, her long black hair swaying as she took a deep breath. She walked down the aisle with measured steps, her chin lifted slightly as if steeling herself for what was to come. The girls all came to a stop standing in front of me.

The goth girl's dark red fingernails contrasted sharply with her white blouse as she unbuttoned it. Her sheer black lacy brassiere came into view, the outline of silver rings clearly visible through the delicate fabric. As she unclasped the front closure, her full breasts spilled out with each being the size of a perfect handful. The silver nipple rings drew immediate attention to her bright pink nipples against her pale complexion. Her areolas were small and pale, barely visible against her ivory skin.

The Asian girl brushed back her long black hair from her face with long fingernails that matched her bright pink lips. Her dark eyes gleamed as her hands ran down to unbutton her blouse. She revealed a lacy teal bra that accentuated her perky breasts. Without hesitation, she unclasped the front hook, exposing her small but firm breasts. Her tan, succulent nipples stood out prominently against her olive skin. A small smile played on her lips as she lowered her hands, her petite yet shapely figure now on full display before the class.

Ms. Winters' fingers trembled as she worked her way down her blouse buttons. Her traditional white bra came into view, cupping her ample breasts and creating a deep cleavage. She hesitated before reaching behind to unhook it, her large breasts straining against the fabric as she fumbled with the clasp. Finally, she managed to remove it, her full breasts spilling free into her cups before she slowly removed it. Her nipples were a dark pink, surrounded by large, slightly lighter areolas. Her blue eyes darted nervously around the room. She handed her bra and blouse to Mrs. Hart who started collecting them.

The Black student unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a full underwire bra in deep navy blue. The cups struggled to contain her huge breasts, which threatened to burst free with each breath. She hesitated for a moment, then unclasped the bra. Her massive breasts spilled out dramatically, bouncing and swaying as they settled. Her wide brown areolas capped each breast, plump nipples standing erect in the cool air. She bit her lip as her eyes darted nervously around the room at the other girls and crossed her hands over her breasts, her fingers pressing into the soft flesh.

Mrs. Lovelace carefully removed her sweater vest before starting on her blouse buttons. Her lacy beige bra peeked through the opening, revealing her full firm breasts. She slowly worked her way down, then turned to her back to unhook the bra. As she let it fall away, her lovely chest was exposed showing off her dusky rose-colored nipples as they stood erect in the cool air of the classroom. Her areolas were small and neat, perfectly proportioned to her petite breasts.

The goth girl's piercings glinted in the lights, her pink-tipped breasts begging for a touch. Ms. Winters' large, soft mounds looked like they'd be a delight to squeeze, their weight obvious even without the bra's support. Mrs. Lovelace's small, perky breasts had a delicate appeal, and the Black student's voluptuousness was impossible to ignore. The Asian girl's taut, young body made me want to taste the sweetness of her nipples.