Why was the Doctor looking down at her so intently and sighing like that? Was it because she was so obviously unfit and overweight? He must be used to seeing all the healthy, toned army recruits, not someone who ate pizza for a pastime.
She tried to pull the gown around her but it just wouldn’t cover her.
“Don’t worry about that. In fact, you might as well take it off. It’s not helping,” the Dr. Lewis said.
Even his voice was exactly what she fantasized about — deep, gruff and stern with just a hint of softness. It was the kind of voice that told her to do things in her daydreams — commanded her to strip off or open wide, or let herself be taken roughly…
She fumbled with the ties of the gown. She couldn’t get the knot undone now.
As if he was impatient, the Doctor reached down and cupped her hands, pulling them away from the ties at the neck of the garment. Then he swiftly and easily undid the tangled strings and pulled the gown from her.
Lila knew she was blushing — because when he’d touched her hands she’d gotten a tingle right through her, and because now she was almost naked.
“I’ll start with your heart and lungs. Stand up.”
Even standing, she only reached halfway up his chest. But I make up for it by being wide, she thought, feeling her breasts and ass wobble as she got off the couch. She remembered some of the names the girls had called her in High School. Wide Load. Big Lila. Lila the Lump. Her eyes filled with tears again.
He leaned down and pressed the stethoscope on her chest. He was so close to her, she could see the occasional gray hair in between the dark ones on his head. Then she could feel his warm breath on her neck, as he listened intently.
His breath tickled her, sending tingles right through her.
Pitter patter. Pitter patter. She knew her heart was racing.
He moved the stethoscope down a little. “Hmm.” He studied her chest for a moment. “You’ll have to take this off. Don’t worry. I’ll do it.”
Before she could reply, he’d looped his strong arms around her, almost pulling her into a hug. The slightly stiff cloth of his army uniform nudged against the tip of her breasts and her belly. She wanted to hug him tight, to have him gather her up in his arms and never let her go.
But she just stood there, stock still as he unhooked her brassiere and pulled it from her.
She looked down at herself, knowing that her breasts, unconfined now, were bouncing out of the bra, looking even bigger and heavier than when they were contained.
“Right, let’s carry on,” he said.
He stared at her chest too and didn’t look her in the eye. Maybe he was grossed out by her size. She certainly was.
He pressed the stethoscope against her again, this time pushing it into the rising flesh of her breast.
Then he lifted her whole breast in his hand, and slid the head of the stethoscope underneath. He seemed to squeeze her titty as he held it, and she almost wanted to moan, to say, “Yes, Doctor, harder,” but of course she didn’t.
She just stood there, letting this stranger, this handsome older man, lift her breasts one by one and place his stethoscope all over her chest, touching her more intimately than anyone ever had done in her life.
She was getting hot and wet between her legs. She knew she would be thinking about this moment forever. It was the nearest to making out she’d ever been — and it was with this gorgeous Daddy.
He turned her around and pressed the stethoscope up and down her back, holding it in place and listening carefully each time. Then his hands were on her shoulders again and he turned her back to face him.
“Good. Your heart and lungs are fine Nice and clear. Perfect, in fact.” he almost smiled at her then.
“Oh good. I was worried about it. Because I’m not very fit. I don’t do enough exercise, I know I don’t,” she babbled, needing to excuse herself.
He shrugged. “You look perfectly fine to me. More than fine,” he said.
She wondered what he meant. More than fine? How could she?
“But let’s check your weight and then a brief fitness challenge is probably in order,” he said.
She cursed herself. Why did she have to bring up her weight? Maybe he wouldn’t have bothered weighing her if she hadn’t have mentioned it.
He led her to the scales and she stood on them. This was the most terrible place in the world. The one time when she couldn’t stay in denial.
He looked at the figure and noted it down without saying anything.
“It’s too much, isn’t it? I know it is. I’m going to go on a diet. I’ll lose weight. I really will.” She was babbling again.
He looked at her sternly. “Lila. Your weight is not an issue. In fact, I honestly think those few extra pounds suit you. Not everyone is designed to be thin. Your body suits the more rounded look. And if you’re not unfit, then relax about it. Accept it. Love it.”
She stared up at him in amazement. “But don’t you think I look… I mean, I’ve never dared show anyone before… I’m so big.” She bit her lower lip in an effort to stop it trembling. Tears threatened to spill over and down her cheeks. Big lumpy Lila.
“Well, if you can complete the fitness challenge, then I wouldn’t worry. And I… I mean some people often prefer a fuller figure.”
She met his gaze for a second and almost imagined he’d said he preferred a fuller figure! Imagine if this hot, older man — this sexy doctor, actually liked plump girls? Her tears receded and she giggled at the thought. No. She’d just imagined it.
His wife or girlfriend would be as tall and slim and fit as he was. She was probably a model with a PhD who ran marathons in her spare time and rescued children from war zones.
“Right. Twenty star-jumps as fast as you can with the pulse monitor on your finger.” He clipped a device to the tip of her finger.
Star jumps? While she was only wearing her panties? “Uh, like this? Now?” she asked.
“Yes.” He tapped his clipboard with his pen, then took out a stopwatch. “Ready, steady. Go!”
She panicked and began to jump, flailing her arms and legs out.
Her belly was wobbling and her big breasts were bouncing and jiggling all over the place, virtually taking on a life of their own as she jumped her legs in and out, in and out. This was humiliating.
He counted up and finally she reached twenty, and stopped, puffing and panting, red faced and ashamed.
He checked the monitor. “Not bad at all. You’re not unfit. So there’s no need to lose any weight. Now, what’s next? Ah yes. A breast exam.”
