“Surprise, surprise!” Melissa laughed at the doctor, who immediately straightened up on the exam sto

“Surprise, surprise!” Melissa laughed at the doctor, who immediately straightened up on the exam stool on which he sat as she strode in carrying the old man, his next patient. Edward Kowalcyk. 82 years old. History of dementia and chronic liver disease.  “I rescued this little guy from the hallway - broken wheelchair, haha! Poor little man was doing suuuuch a good job, wasn’t he? Trying to get here himself,” she explained, looking down at the elderly man in her arms in amused affection, as he gazed raptly up at her, “but sometimes we need big, tall, strong women to pick us up and carry us, don’t we, Mr. Kovax..?”Eyes still wide in shock, Dr. J knew that there were all sorts of patient safety and dignity concerns here, but that was the least of his worries right now. He always had to make a conscious effort to control himself whenever he was around Melissa these days, but to see her unexpectedly striding into the exam room while effortlessly cradling a frail, tiny man, well…it was almost too much for him to handle.“Ah! W-well…well Melissa, uhhh…thanks for dropping him off -” began Dr. J, hoping to try and take control of the situation. But the words died away in his throat as he watched Melissa stretch out an arm and lightly flip the top corner of the door with her hand, so that it drifted slowly but inexorably shut, sealing the three of them in the small exam room together.“Gosh I just couldn’t help but think,” Melissa smiled, peering down closely at the old man in her arms as she made a show of lifting him slightly up and down, “With this little guy in my arms, if he didn’t look so old, people might actually think I was his mother. What do you think, Dr. J?” Since the scene earlier today when she had measured him, and then herself, coming to grips with how much bigger she was than her new boss (and most men now, honestly), Melissa was on a weird sort of high. It electrified her, made her giddy. And now that she was back in a room with him - effectively alone, save for the dementia-riddled old man - the warm wave of her excitement began to flow anew.“I…I don’t really know, Melissa,” Dr. J answered, starting to get red in the face as he gawked at Melissa’s easy display of strength. And - had she just compared herself to his mother??  “Now if you could just put him on the table here, I can get started with my —”“I mean, he’s just so small compared to me,” she continued, ignoring the doctor’s words.  “Like, just look at this!  I can wrap my whole hand around his little ankle here! Haha, how about that?”Dr. J tried looking at the glass jar of tongue depressors on the sink table, but his eyes couldn’t be swayed from where they really wanted to go.  He looked on in helpless, aroused amazement as Melissa’s big hand slowly started making its way up the old man’s leg, starting at his thin, bony ankle.“Ooooo, still goes all the way around!” she giggled, as her hand playfully squeezed Mr. Kowalcyk’s lower calf.  “How far can we go?!”She made her eyebrows go up and down flirtatiously as she beamed at Dr. J.  And then, slowly, deliberately, her hand started going up the old man’s calf, pushing up at his polyester slacks.  Dr. J could do nothing but marvel at the craziness of the size comparison.  Right now, Melissa’s forearm was directly parallel to his patient’s lower leg, and the doctor couldn’t see that there was much difference in size.  Yes…there was no denying it…her strong, firm, feminine arm looked every bit as big as his lower leg, if not bigger.He’s just an old man, thought Dr J desperately, as he felt the blood pumping faster through his neck into his face.  There’s been atrophy, disease. That’s why she looks so big…He’s…he’s just a shriveled little old man…“Oh darn!  Looks like we got as far as we could go!” chuckled Melissa.  “Alllllmost made it around his entire calf, haha!”“Melissa, could we -” tried Dr. J, but again, she made it clear she didn’t recognize his authority in the situation.“Isn’t that just the cutest thing, you sweet little old man?” Melissa cooed down at Mr. Kowalcyk, “You’re suuuuch a tiny little person compared to me!  Look at our arms next to each other!  Awwwww, how precious!  You’re like a little kid!  Hey, hold up your hand…no, no your hand, like this!  There you go, gooood! Yeeeeah, look at that!  Are you seeing this, Dr. J?”He was seeing it all right.  What else was he supposed to do?  Melissa had trapped him in his own exam room; he was well-aware that if he confronted her, she would act like she had no idea what he was talking about, but he wasn’t under any illusions — she knew exactly what she was doing. This was a woman, flexing, making the men in the room feel small.“That’s…yeah, that’s something, Melissa,” he answered, having no recourse other than to try to sound just moderately interested.  In truth, the image of Melissa’s big hand all splayed out around Mr. Kowalcyk’s, seeming to swallow it whole, was a good deal more exciting than he was letting on.Oh my god…her fingers, he thought with searing helplessness, His come up to like…halfway up hers…Grinning down at Dr. J, Melissa gently clamped her hand over the old man’s, enveloping it completely, so that it disappeared entirely from view.  She gave a little tinkle of giggling laughter and shook the old man’s hand playfully, vibrating his entire arm in the process.  As his feeble little body shook from her simple motion, his head lolled forward a little, bumping straight into Melissa’s protruding breast.“Heheh, god…and that’s not even considering how small he’d look next to me if he was standing up straight!” giggled Melissa.  “Let’s see, why don’t we?”Without wasting any time, and with Dr. J as an impotent spectator, she curled two of her big hands under the old man’s armpits, brought him out of her cradling embrace, and then lowered him towards the floor.  Dr. J saw Mr. Kowalcyk’s confused face looking around, trying to make sense of what was happening, but even more than that, he saw how effortlessly and lovingly Melissa was lowering his little body.  With that gentle, knowing grin on her face, it looked indeed like she was a mother playing with her son.  Mr. Kowalcyk’s toes grazed the floor, and she stopped, holding him in midair out in front of her, with her elbows bent at 90-degree angles.  The poor man’s head looked like a cueball, lolling on his between Melissa’s giant tits, which extended out nearly to his forehead.“Soooo cuuuute!” Melissa trilled, arching her head down so that she could actually see his head between her breasts.  “Tiptoes touching the ground, and still his little head barely comes up to my chest, haha!”She dangled the old man in front of her big body for a few long moments, smiling over at Dr. J. Something in her smile asked ‘Enjoying the show?’ while something in her eyes dared him to see something else. It was as if she wanted him to see poor old Mr. Kowalcyk, in this moment with Melissa, as something more than what he was, something like a symbol of what was happening out there in the world, something crumbling. But then, with equal swiftness as before, she raised Mr. Kowalcyk’s body up again and neatly folded his little body back into the nestling embrace of her arms, this time making a point to make sure that his face was pressing directly up against one of her breasts,for comfort. She could feel her nipples engorging, beneath her soft sweater dress and thick bra, still excited.“Muh-muh-mommy…” murmured the old man, quietly, slowly reaching up with shaking, grasping hands towards the huge tit that was gently lying across a good potion of his torso.  “Mommy…”Melissa’s eyebrows went up, and her mouth opened slightly in delighted, amused surprise.  She blinked her eyes gently as the tip of her tongue extended slightly from between her plush lips, wetting them.  Her big, sparkling eyes darted down to Dr. J, catching him at his most vulnerable moment.  He had obviously heard the old man’s mutterings, and even though he knew the old man had dementia and was confused and had no idea what was going on, the doctor couldn’t help but feel jealous of him in that moment.  He wanted to be held like that…he wanted to feel those magnificent breasts squishing up against his face….and Melissa had seen it all in his yearning expression.She smirked down at him for a moment, letting him know what she knew, before her eyebrows creased inward and upward in an indication of profound tenderness.“Awwwww, did you heeear that?” she purred.  “He thinks I’m his mommy…oh my god.” She looked down at the old man, both she and Dr J watching as he nuzzled his face blindly into her big breast. That Dr. J was doing nothing to stop this, nothing to help preserve the dignity of his patient, was not lost on her. “I’ve gotta put this little guy down,” she giggled, “Otherwise I might just snap and start breastfeeding him right here, haha!”She strode over to the exam room table, getting bigger and bigger in Dr. J’s vision as she did so, and deposited the senile man gently down.  He held out his shriveled little arms to her as her luscious figure rose up away from him, but Melissa was already fixed on her new target.“You seemed to like all that, Dr. J,” her voice came from above, addressing her boss. The doctor felt trapped — he was staring straight up into the underside of Melissa’s chest as she stood before him, a little closer than what would have ordinarily been considered appropriate.Melissa’s voice sounded different, quieter, but like it had dropped an octave…similar to how it had sounded this morning, in the breakroom. That made him nervous. “I, uhh…haha, just…interesting, ummm…is all,” stammered the doctor, pushing his rolling stool back with his feet, and then finding that he had backed into the sink and could go no farther.“Oh?” Melissa intoned, taking another step closer, so that there was barely any space left between them at all now.  “You think it’s interesting how much bigger I am than him?  How much taller? How much stronger and…more powerful?”Dr. J tried to think of some way out of this, but his mind had gone blank. What was she saying??“Here, stand up,” she commanded.And without thinking, he complied. Those tits in his face…“Because I think it’s interesting too,” cooed Melissa, persisting on. “I think it’s interesting how short he was. Even you…your head doesn’t even come up to my chin now.”  She drew an imaginary line with her hand in the air.It passed right over his head.“See that? With my heels, not even close…haha,” she chuckled, “and that’s not all. You and he are like the same size, and I think it’s interesting that each of my breasts were bigger than his head.” A swelling breath, and her chest expanded. “Had you noticed that before, Dr. J?”“I…I d-don’t know, Melissa,” he said helplessly.“Hmmm, because I noticed it a while ago,” she said quietly, taking a little step back so that their eyes could meet more easily.  A few long moments of silence passed between them, with Melissa in no hurry to break the exchange.  Her mouth had slowly curled into a knowing grin, as her eyes of beautiful brown, green and gold squinted down at him playfully.The scratching sound of Mr. Kowalcyk moving around on the exam room table paper interrupted the moment, and made them both glance over at the senile old man.“What would you think it would be like, Mr. K…” came Melissa’s velvety, feminine voice, spiced with impishness, “…if all men and women were like this?  Where all men were like you…and all women were like me?”Dr. J gulped. The question, of course, was for him…and he had no answer.  At this point, he could only just begin wondering….but the implication of Melissa’s tongue-in-cheek question was clear - they both knew that things were changing, that the world might be on track for this fantasy to one day be a real concern.  And still, even though he tried to resist, tried to throw his eyebrows up and smile and chuckle at Melissa’s question, Dr. J knew, deep down, that a profound desire in him was brewing…a desire for Melissa’s question to become a reality.“Just something to think about!” chirped Melissa, her voice suddenly changing to something brighter, and then she suddenly turned on her heel, opened the door, and walked out, her thick, sumptuous hips rolling and shaking after her.The two men remaining in the room turned to each other, gape mouthed, and said nothing more.=========================================================Okay I lied. 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