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 "Isn't Doctor Wayneright here?," Wanda asked.

   "He's out sick today.  I'm Doctor Lectiat, I'll examine you today.  If
you could step in here," the greedy smile on his face was only evident when
she wasn't looking at him.  She was wonderful.  He watched the wiggle of
her buns in her fairly tight skirt as she walked in.  He couldn't believe
that he had the chance to play doctor with this amazing blonde. 
Wayneright, her usual doctor, would be a lucky man if only, like Doctor
Lectiat, he was willing to take advantage.  She was stacked.  Her calves
were perfect.  Her thighs were harder to get a good look at.  Her skirt was
tight around the hips but not the legs, so he would have to do something to
get a better look.  That gorgeous, full, round ass of hers was easy to make
out though.  Her waist wasn't slim but definitely provided the perfect
accentuation to her figure and above that were her tits.  Very big, they
thrust out into the world in a way that even her nonrevealing blouse
couldn't begin to hide.  That luxurious blonde hair flowed down to just
past her shoulders and her face, ah!, it would be hard for most men just to
make eye contact with those big blue, sparkling eyes.

   "Have a seat if you would, Miss," Doctor Lectiat said as he patted the
spot he wanted her.  She was high up enough then to put her bust right at
eye level.  He found it easy to pretend it wasn't there though as he made
that special, direct, professional eye contact with her.  This of course
made her feel that much more comfortable.  "Now what seems to be the
problem?"

   "Just a cold I think, but I've had it for a week and a half and it
doesn't seem to get any better." There was just the slightest rasp to her
otherwise melodic voice.

   "Yes, it doesn't sound good." He could have asked any number of
questions to further along his examination but he could tell that he was
already past suspicion.  He put his stethoscope to his ears and told her,
"Unbutton your blouse if you would." Once she had it undone, he parted it
and sighed happily, but not audibly, at the sight of her light blue bra. 
He put the stethoscope to her chest, all the while staring at the beautiful
sight.  Listening intently for a moment he had her breathe deep several
times.

   "Have you had any headache with it?" He asked.

   "Yes, off and on but not too severe." She felt rather uncomfortable as
the Doctor slid her blouse down her arms.

   With his stethoscope to her back he repeated his listening routine. 
"Any tension in your shoulders and back?"

   "I, I think so.  I hadn't paid attention."

   He began to lovingly rub her shoulders, slowly moving in toward her
neck. It felt so good that she let out a couple little sounds of approval.
Still, it was a complete stranger touching her in a way that seemed rather
intimate.  She knew, or rather was convinced, that he was completely
professional, only doing what she needed, and it did after all seem to have
an effect.  He asked a few more symptom questions, "Any change in
appetite?" "Any trouble sleeping?" Each time he sounded a little bit more
grave.  His massaging hands had moved down her back, "Do you feel less
tense at all?"

   "Oh, yes." She really hadn't wanted to respond quite that
enthusiastically.

   His fingers made way for more as he snapped her bra clasp.  "OH!" Then
his hands resumed their trek along her skin.  She didn't know if that made
her feel relief or not.  She was much more relaxed when he finished though.
"Can I get dressed again?"

   "Not just yet." He went about a few mundane tasks so as not to seem to
eager.  He checked her pulse, shone light in her eyes and ears, looked in
her mouth.  "It could be just a long lived cold, but I'm concerned that you
might have a touch of Lerechous Syndrome."

   "Is that serious?"

   "It can be.  Have you had any discomfort in your breasts?"

   "What?"

   "Lerechous has a number of specific symptoms.  Quite often related to
the breasts." Unbelievably casually, he slid her bra down her arms. 
Standing in front of her again, he turned his eyes toward her tits as he
removed the bra completely.  It took supreme skill for him to maintain a
blank medical expression.  They were a pair of wonderful knockers, well
placed, only slightly lower than when held in the brassiere.  A great
shape, they were a bit too broad to be perfectly round, heaping outward in
spectacular curves.  Her nipples were perfectly round and they stood up so
delightfully, a pair of nearly perfect cylinders.

   Betraying none of the sexual tremor he felt, Doctor Lectiat put his
fingertips at the top of each beautiful boob and ran them around in slow
circles.  She sounded a bit hesitant, "Uhm, Doctor...?"

   "I'm checking for any dry skin or red marks or other irregularities."

   "Oh.  O-okay." She sounded only slightly uncertain.

   With almost unnatural precision, the Doctor ran his fingers over every
bit of her tits from outside to inside in a spiral.  He heard a sharp
intake of breath from her when he neared the nipples but he stopped right
at their edges.  "Everything seems all right," he said slightly
ambiguously. As he said it though, he started over, using not just the tips
of his fingers but his entire hands as he touched her again very softly. 
He ran his palms and fingers over the entirety of her breasts a few times
as her breathing deepened and her face reddened.  "Perhaps some slight
abnormalities," he commented as though to himself.  This was entirely
untrue.  Her skin was perfect.  "Are your nipples overly sensitive or
irritated?"

   "Uh...  Ah!" She couldn't help letting out that little sound as the
Doctor's fingers touched her dark pink little treasures.  Each one had a
fingertip circle around the areola several times.  Then the doctor took
each nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling slightly and then
releasing.

   "Good, good," he said, though he tested them again with a tweak and a
pull.  He put his hands back on her tits, arcing around the nipples.  "Of
course any real problems would cause discomfort under pressure and
movement." He lifted her boobs, jiggled them and then let them drop,
keeping a stern look despite his inward glee.

   Wanda tried not to let her embarrassment show as the doctor repeated
that.  Lift, jiggle, drop, lift, jiggle, drop.  Once his hands made contact
again, she expected a fourth jiggle drop treatment but instead he simply
squeezed her tits.  She tried not to sound uncomfortable, but let out a
loud, "Oh!" He shifted his hands and squeezed again.  She couldn't help
squirming just a bit.  "MmM!" Her eyes darted around trying to focus on
something, anything, other than the fondling of her boobs.  His hands
changed position again, right on the center of her tits, fingers spread,
and how he loved the feel of her nipples against the center of each palm.
Again he squeezed, gently, firmly, gently.  "D-doctor!  Are you sure this
is necessary?"

   "Oh, I'm afraid so Miss Grappabel.  Lerechous syndrome is something
easily treated but only if we diagnose it quickly.  You wouldn't want
sudden blindness or hair loss would you?"

   "Wh-what?"

   "I know it's a bit invasive, but you'll want me to finish the test."

   "Yes, of course!" How could she have doubted this Doctor's good
intentions?  He was so detached from this.  It showed on his face.  Even if
his hands cupped, fondled and squeezed her boobs all over.  A few times.

   Doctor Lectiat was in heaven.  These tits were the most perfect toys in
the world.  He tugged at each nipple again and let go to watch her boobs
bounce back into position.  "Some of this has caused you some real physical
discomfort hasn't it?"

   Wanda didn't answer right off.  No, actually all the discomfort had been
from the embarrassment of having a stranger's hands had been all over her
tits.  It wasn't any kind of special physical symptom.  To tell him that
though might offend him and she had already implied an insult with her
earlier doubt.  "Y-yes, a little.  It wasn't bad though so I don't think
it's important."

   "Hm.  Well, I'll check your breasts again in a minute, more thoroughly.
It can be hard to detect the subtler symptoms of Lerechous.  In the
meantime, if I could get you to disrobe."

   "Wh-?  O-okay.  What, what are you going to do next?"

   "Small skin irregularities caused by Lerechous syndrome are most often
found on the breasts but can appear almost anywhere."

   "Oh." She gulped as she considered what that meant as she unfastened her
skirt.  When she stole a glance at Doctor Lectiat, he was looking at his
clipboard.  With that exceptional timing and peripheral vision of his
though, he really just managed to look away whenever she looked in his
direction.  He got a real good show as he watched her slide that skirt down
her long, very fit legs.  Once they were at her ankles, she slipped her
shoes off, then stepped out of her skirt (what amazing legs!) and one by
one, doffed her socks.  Barefoot, barelegged, bare breasted, Wanda couldn't
help wrapping her arms around herself, but under her breasts.  She didn't
want to seem too bothered.  "Do I, do I have to take my panties off?"

   "Hm?" he finally made eye contact as though he had been too distracted
to even notice her nudity.  "Everything.  Yes." He eyed her greedily as her
panties rolled down revealing a nice close trimmed golden brown bush in a
little triangle above her pussy lips.  The panties descended down her
perfect legs and she stepped out of them.  "Stand, please, with your legs
apart and extend your right arm." He detected a slight shiver of remorse
from her as he put his hands at her wrist and slid his hands slowly down
her arms, "looking for irregularities." She wondered to herself just how
much of her he was going to touch.  Her other arm was next.  After that,
even though he had given her that relaxing rub, her slid his fingers over
her shoulders and down her back, going over every bit of exposed skin
there. She breathed an almost audible sigh of relief when he stopped just
above her butt.  Instead of searching her nice firm cheeks, his hands
explored her hips first.  Doctor Lectiat seemed professional and detached
but in reality he was thrilled about having this incredible figure under
his fingers.

   His hands moved down the outside of her thighs not quite quickly, then
back up slowly.  He was down on one knee now behind her.  Instead of
exploring both legs at once, he put both hands at the top of her left
thigh. He worked them down, loving the feel of her body.  Down past that
his palms and fingers ran over her perfectly curved calf.

   Wanda didn't really know what she hoped for when she asked, "Is
everything okay so far?"

   "Well not really.  I haven't found anything extreme but I have found a
few small spots that worry me."

   She had felt him linger once or twice, so now she knew why.  "Do you
think it's serious?"

   "Only if I find something worse than I already have." He moved to her
other side and prepared to fondle that leg.  Starting at the bottom, he
worked his way up, reveling in the feel of her legs as not a spot of them
evaded his curious fingers.  From the back of her thigh, his hand wandered
up to her left buttock.

   "MnM!" Wanda flinched at the touch, her ass flexing just a bit and
Doctor Lectiat loved that.  She tried to relax but that was impossible with
this stranger's hand roaming all over her butt cheek.  Like everywhere else
he had checked, he did it thoroughly, his hand sliding over every bit of
skin.  Twice.

   "You have no muscle fatigue?" he asked as he gave that firm butt cheek a
squeeze.

   "I don't know.  A little I think."

   A second squeeze and a third.  Then his hand slid over to the other one.
His left hand slowly stroked her left cheek while his right rested on the
other.  He felt her all over before testing her again for "muscle fatigue"
by squeezing her butt, this time with both hands, a couple times.

   Still on his knees the Doctor got in front of the beautiful woman.  She
saw that he was looking at her pussy.  She shuddered even before his
fingertips made contact with the skin above her pretty little bush.  Rather
than moving down though, they moved upward, over her belly and around her
waist.  Twice he let his hands enjoy the feel of that firm tummy before
moving down to the most intimate of areas.  Slowly, those fingers made
their way around the little triangle fo fur before gently feeling their way
through it.  It was fine and silky to the touch and Doctor Lectiat
delighted in it but for no longer than he knew she could believe was
legitimate.  His fingers moved outward again and felt along any exposed
skin he had yet to touch, saving her pussy lips for last.  He felt just the
slightest little tremor from her when he touched her there.  He slid his
finger along them a few times and then with one finger gently rubbed all
the way along her slit.  Then again with a finger from his other hand.

   At long last he was standing again and Wanda looked more than a little
relieved.  He told her with only a little bit of evident worry.  "Well, I'm
not finding very many trouble spots but they still have me concerned.  As I
said, those symptoms are most common at the breasts." He cupped her
gorgeous jugs again.  "You're sure that you've felt no real discomfort
here?"

   "Uuh...  N-n-no." It was hard to answer in an even tone of voice as his
hands wandered over her boobs, caressing, then squeezing gently, then
firmly, then moving to repeat that.

   He jiggled her tits.  "This doesn't bother you?"

   "No, no I, a hahah, don't feel anything."

   Squeeze.  Squeeze.  Then he took her nipples between his fingers. 
"Because I do detect a few anomolies."

   "Y -eee- you do?"

   "Very minor but they're definitely there." He gave her three last
squeezes then decided it was best to finish.  "You have nothing to worry
about.  I've got some medication available here." He fished a bottle of
sugar pills from his pocket.  "It's not even prescription.  You only need
the lowest dose."

   "Oh.  Well that's great." She was genuinely relieved.  She was still
uncomfortable though since she was still stark naked, but she was so off
balance after all that she wasn't certain if putting her clothes back on
was polite yet.

   He handed it to her.  "Yes, it is Lerechous Syndrome but I'm happy to
say you've got only the earliest stages of it.  You're in no danger.  Just
take two of those a day for three weeks and you'll be just fine."

   "Thank you Doctor."

   "Now you'll need to be checked again after a week to a week and a half.
I don't usually make housecalls, but I'm sure I can make an exception. 
Should I call you to schedule a time?"

   She would have been suspicious but he wasn't even looking at her.  It
was as though he didn't even notice her naked body.  She started getting
dressed and, taken with the man's professionalism, she assured herself that
he knew what was best.  "I'll give you my number."

   "That'll be fine.  I'll be by sometime to go over you again and make
certain you're recovering."