Things get worse

"Chop chop! Take it off! You said you don't have all day. Remember?" Courtney smiled at the woman wickedly. She deliberately used her own words against her.

Lauren could feel her knees tremble. "What? Why?"

"Oh, you know. These old scales are unreliable with clothing." Courtney explained.

"But - But this gown b - barely weighs anything..." Lauren stammered. "C - Can't I just step on like this?"

"Nonsense!" exclaimed Courtney. "And trust me, you ain't got anything I haven't seen before." she winked at Lauren. Well, it was more of the lack of what she had seen before that discouraged her...

Lauren was panicking. She had had embarrassing medicals before, but not in front of an old acquaintance. She desperately tried to think of something -- anything -- to avoid this next part. That was when the door swung open and in walked the blonde receptionist. She stifled a smirk before addressing Courtney. "There's a call for you on line 3. It's... it's important."

"Oh, blimey..." said Courtney, "Can you help her out of that gown while I'm gone? I'd much appreciate it." and with that, Courtney slapped her chart into Sara's hand and left the room in a hurry. Was that a wink? No, she must have just imagined it.

Sara had a satisfied smirk on her face. As she walked up to Lauren, she could immediately notice that she was also taller than her. As she stood there looking down at the 'scary lady', a glint appeared in her eyes. "What seems to be the problem?" she asked with a wide grin.

"I... The laces. They are all tangled." Lauren tried to argue, "I can't... get the gown off..." As soon as she said it, she felt that it was a pretty weak argument.

"Oh, pish posh. Let me help you with that." said Sara as she started working on the laces. After a minute of trying to untangle the knots, she put down the chart on the table nearby. "I've got a better idea. Arms up!" she instructed.

Lauren could feel her lips quiver. She would have liked to argue back, but she raised her arms up meekly. Sara grabbed the hem of the gown and pulled up. With one swift motion, the gown would be off. Or so she thought. When all of it was around her head, it got caught in her hair.

... trapping her hands high up in the air.

"Hey!" Lauren let out a nervous whimper. She was naked from the neck down, unable to cover herself or see anything.

"He-he... Oh, something seems to be caught in the laces." laughed Sara, and Lauren could feel her fumbling with the gown.

Then she heard the door swung open as Courtney returned. "Whoah..." She immediately burst out laughing at the sight of naked little Lauren, arms trapped above her head. Her tiny nipples were winking at her as she tried to escape the gown. What little breast tissue Lauren had were hopelessly pulled flat with her arms streched above her head. She was 110% flat. "That is... not what... I'd expected!" she gasped between laughs.

"You see." replied Sara, "I told ya."

"What?" snapped back Lauren. "Were they laughing at her?" she thought.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I - A joke just came to mind..." she stammered. "I see you're making progress."

Then she saw a flash of light through the gown as Courtney snapped a picture of her full frontal. "Hey! What was that?" she asked. "Could it have been a camera?" she thought.

"Oh, just... lightning." lied Sara. "Now let's get you out of that gown."

And with one final tug, she managed pulled the gown off of her victim, I mean patient. Leaving the woman utterly naked. As soon as her arms were out of the gown, she crossed one over her humble bust and held a hand to cover her crotch. Her face and chest turned about another two shades of crimson as the two women circled around her, eyeing her body. She felt like a trapped animal being cornered by wolves.

"You see? It came off easily." said Sara, barely able to hold back laughter. "It just needed a little encouragement." She looked like she had just unwrapped her Christmas presents all at once. And what an unwrapping it was, revealing the 'scary lady' in all her natural charms. As little as there was, anyway.

"Can - Can we finally be done with this?" asked Lauren, irritated. She tried to take control of the situation, though she averted her gaze. She couldn't look them in the eyes. Her arms covered her, but she was on full display a moment ago. She knew that deep down they were both judging her body. It wouldn't have felt so embarrassing if she hadn't been so stuck up when she first talked to Sara. Or if Courtney hadn't bombared her with compliments before.

"Of course. You 'don't have all day', we know." said Courtney in a mocking tone.

"She was a good little girl." said Sara, patting Lauren's head. "Treat her well. The charts on the table." and with that, Sara was out of the room. Lauren could hear her laughter before the door was closed behind her.

"What's so goddamn funny?" asked Lauren. She was furious at the concept of a mere receptionist laughing at her. Her body.

"Oh, believe me, 'nothing' is funny." said Courtney as she walked up to Lauren. "Now, let me help you onto the scale." and with that, Courtney grabbed Lauren's hand from her chest and helped her step into position. All the while smiling to herself as she examined the tiny little nipples on her flat chest up close. They looked like pink pencil erasers. As Lauren followed her gaze, she immediately realized what she had on display, and used her other hand to cover her tits. That elicited a glimpse from Courtney at the small landing strip leading to the little slit between her skinny legs. Once she let go of Lauren's hand, she covered herself post-haste. Her face turning redder than before.

"I think there is a lesson to learn here." said Courtney. Lauren just looked up at her questioningly. "You don't have to feel ashamed of your embarrassing little body."

"T - There's nothing em - embarrassing about my body..." she argued back.

"Then why were you pretending to have a real woman's body before?"

"I - I - I'm a real... woman..." she replied meekly. Her resolve slowly crumbling away.

"No, you are a little nerd. Just like in high school." said Courtney. "But one day, you will grow up to be a big girl. Some of us just grow up sooner than others." she pushed out her own huge breasts to emphasize her point.

"I - I'm a big girl..." she said, more to herself than to Courtney.

"Soon, honey. Well, let's hope so. Because if it doesn't happen soon, you'll be stuck with what little you have now." she said with a wry smile. "Now, lower your arms and stand still." instructed Courtney.

Lauren was lost in Courtney's cruel words. Was she just joking before? Or did she mean every word she said? Regardless, she couldn't stand up for herself. She was weak. She lowered her arms, defeated. She had already seen her. She thought she might as well act bravely. She was not some scared school kid. She would show her what a brave girl she was. Woman. What a brave woman she was...

"Good." said Courtney with a wide grin. "That's 94.61 pounds. I wonder how much you'd weigh if you were in better shape." she poked Lauren's little tummy.

She instinctively sucked it in, eliciting another laugh from Courtney. It wasn't her fault. She had tried to get rid of it. She really did. Diet, exercise. Nothing worked.

"So..." started Courtney, faking interest in her chart, "Lauren, let's see how short... I mean how tall you are..." She couldn't have wiped the smug look off her face if her life depended on it.

Lauren looked around nervously, looking for her gown. She wanted to dress up now that she was over the worst. But where did Sara put it? She couldn't see it anywhere.

"Is there a problem, young lady?" asked Courtney.

Young lady? She talked to her like she wasn't the older of the two of them. Well, maybe her current state of undress made Lauren look a bit young (a lot, really), but she knew who she was. Ignoring her status so blatantly must have been a deliberate insult. She wanted to yell at her, but all that came out was a weak mutter, "M - My gown..."

"Oh, the nice receptionist must have taken it with her by 'accident'." said Courtney. "Don't worry about it, honey. She'll be back by the time we finish. Now come!" she held an arm out for Lauren.

Nice receptionist? Honey? Just who did this skank think she was, talking to her like that? She was deliberately treating her like a child. She should have put her back into her place. She should have... but she didn't. She had lost too much face to do so. "Coming." she replied meekly.

A wide grin crept to Courtney's face. Obviously, she was fully in charge of things now. How ironic, considering how stuck up Lauren had been when they'd met before. She usually tried to embarrass the patients in some way, but she never would have imagined that someone so important-looking could provide so much opportunity.
She led her to the height chart on the wall. While she adjusted the chart on the top, she deliberately pushed her chest into Lauren's face. The poor woman just stood there with lips quivering.

"Stand tall. Well... as tall as you can." she giggled. "61.02 inches. Barely 5 feet. You're a 'big girl' now." she said as she placed a hand on Lauren head to make her feel even smaller. "Soon, you'd be let on the roller coaster..." she commented with laughter.

She was no longer hiding it. She was openly laughing at her small body. Lauren could feel the heat engulf her face and chest, and she knew she'd just turned another shade of red. As she stood there, cluthing her privates, she kept glancing at the door in hopes of Sara walking in with her gown. She no longer cared if she would see her again, as long as she brought her gown. But she never came.

"Now for the other measurements." stated Courtney with a wide grin.

"W -What other measurements?" asked Lauren.

"You know, for the new uniform at your company."

This was news to Lauren. They had always been encouraged to dress in dark clothes, but there had never been a uniform. Could they have changed that?

"Is - Is that certain?"

"It says so here on the chart." she said, but held the chart in a way so Lauren couldn't see anything.

"Can't I just give my measurements?"

"Nope, sorry. Not that I wouldn't trust you with them, or anything..." her eyes were set on Lauren's tiny pink nipple poking out from behind her arm.

"O - Or I could swing by the place... have them measure me there." she reasoned.

"What are you so afraid of, honey? It's just us, girls here." she winked at Lauren.

She just stood there, unable to respond.

"Now." Courtney stepped closer with a measuring tape in her hands, "Arms to the side, sweetie."

What choice did she have? She gulped hard, and did as she was told.

"He-he." giggled Courtney, "How adorable. You know, you look just like my little sister." She placed the tape around her chest to measure her bust size. "By the way, she's starting preschool this year."

Lauren had never been so ashamed of her little A cups. When she graduated, she thought she had 'outgrown' those humiliating times at PE classes already. That nobody she knew would ever see her undressed again. She was wrong.

"29 inches..." Courtney was howling with laughter. "Come to think of it, my little sister has more up top." Lauren could feel her eyes welling up. She just choked back a sob from the **** humiliation. "Maybe if we give your micronips a little tweak, you can gain a few extra inches." Courtney suggested. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Of course you would. In your case, every inch counts." and with that, she reach around and gave Lauren's tiny nipples a few tugs.

Lauren had been stuffing her bras since the end of high school - gradually with more - and she had yet to reveal her little secret to any of her boyfriends. That meant, her lonely nipples hadn't gotten much attention from her several admirers. None, in fact. At least not from others. She knew they were sensitive, she just never realized how that would reflect if others'd touched them. Now she knew. She let out a huge moan at Courtney's touch. She couldn't help but slightly lean into the other woman's expert fingers molesting her lonely boobies.

"Oh, yeah." cooed Courtney. She felt Lauren's nipples harden in her hands. "You like that, don't you?" But she let go of the little nubs and returned to measuring her bust size. Lauren felt so embarrassed after her moan, that she didn't notice she was leaking down there. "29,5 inches. Barely." stated Courtney. "You know what? I'll give ya that half an inch. I'm pretty sure you could have produced it. I just didn't want to get you off." she said as she scribbled something on the chart. "Find a toddler, if you want those things played with." she pointed at her long, erect nipples, "Or a dog. They are not picky."

Lauren could feel a drop of tear roll down her face at Courtney's rude remarks. She could also feel the woman working the tape down her body. She just hoped they'd be done soon.

"Waist 30. Hips 31.5." she scribbled on the chart. "Don't worry, honey. Men absolutely hate women with curves." she said in a sarcastic manner. Then she leaned closer and whispered in her ears, "That was a lie, in case you got your hopes up."

Lauren choked back a sob. She was determined not to cry. She couldn't give Courtney the satisfaction. She just stood there obediently while Courtney put down the measuring tape and returned with her chart.

"Now, for your temperature," said Courtney as she led Lauren to the table, "Hop on!" Then before Lauren could do anything, she grabbed her under the arms and lifted her. "Let me help ya." She just lifted her like she was a kid. As she was placed on the table, she sat there with her feet dangling off the edge. Probably tall adults' feet would also dangle off, but she felt it more ridiculous in her case. Courtney walked up to her with a thermometer and Lauren instinctively opened her mouth. "Nope. Kneel, honey. This is a rectal one." she said, unable to hide her wicked smile.

Lauren couldn't believe her ears. She looked at Courtney with eyes wide with shock. "Is - Is there no regular one?"

"Here this is the regular one. It's more accurate."

She had heard of rectal thermometers before, but thought those were for animals only. Could things get any more demeaning for her? As she climbed into a kneeling position, she noticed Courtney glancing at the clock on the wall. It was 7:25. About damn time for the doctor to finally arrive for her 7:00 patient.

"He-he, your little pink butthole is so cute. It is almost a shame ruining it. Now relax." said Courtney as she gently placed a hand on Lauren's scrawny backside.

Lauren snapped her head back? Ruining? Then she felt Courtney's fingers wipe her lips and coat her anus with her own nectar. How embarrassing. Then something cold pressed against her sphincter. She couldn't see Courtney behind her, but she could feel her hands spreading her little asscheeks. She clenched her eyes shut as the cold object crept ever closer and closer. Then she felt it enter her. She let out a groan. It felt much bigger than it looked. She tried to relax her muscles around the cold object, but it was no easy feat. Once it was in, Courtney came around her and pinched her cheek.

"Good girl. You provided enough lubrication." she said as she licked her fingers with a smile. "I'll be back in the room shortly, with the doctor. Hold out, sweetie." and she gave her a friendly slap on the butt before leaving the room.

Lauren was left alone, to ponder the events of the last half an hour. And after five agonizingly long minutes, the door swung open and in walked a woman in a white coat. Finally, thought Lauren. Though what happened next, she was not prepared for.