Mine (ambiguouscaptain and miu_meowww)

ah ok

clinic is near where u work?

day was alright nothing special

yea definitely more fun hanging together

What the...why did I just send her that? "More fun hanging together..." I really hope she doesn't take that to mean more than it should...
 
♥♥♥♥♥!!!!!

yes clinic is in same building just downstairs from officesss

srry day was boring but at least you have my old bra to keep u company tonight haha

my new ones are too tight again :(
 
I stare at Kat's text...how does she know I...no...she doesn't know about the bra, does she?

lol what do u mean keep me company?

i saw on IG - too tight? just a little, or a lot?

should probably rest up before my appointment tmrw...
 
tooo tight yah haha

you tell me if its a little or alot:


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nite nite and i mean my old g-cup is nice and soft you two can snuggle tonite ♥♥♥

just promise u'll b thinking of meeee
 
holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck...she's EXPLODING out of that bra...how is it possible?

ha wow that would be "a lot"

who knows what i'll dream of

see you tmrw!

I curl up in bed, unnerved by her comments about her bra. I glance over at the garment, reach for it and pull it close to me, clutched to my chest, letting sleep take me.
 
2:12 am: ha I knew it....mmmmm....feels so nice when he thinks about me...touches himself...

...I've got to measure myself soon.
 
I wake up feeling out of sorts, nervous about my appointment at the clinic.

I see that map Kat sent me...definitely not the nicest part of town...is this even a legitimate clinic?

I take my time getting ready, not having much else to do in the morning. When I'm ready and have eaten a modest brunch, I call for yet another Uber, thankful that Shauna isn't the closest driver available.

In no time I'm on my way to Kat's office, and I send her a text as I arrive in front of a sketchy-looking warehouse in a mostly-abandoned industrial district.

here

just meet u in the lobby, right?

This can't be right...this looks to be the only business for miles around. What exactly do they do here?
 
KK be right down

I'll be the one wearing this

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"Gotta go!" I chirp, to the ladies I share the office with, pushing aside a pile of papers. I take the single but long flight of stairs <jiggle jiggle jiggle jiggle jiggle!> down to the lobby...
 
omigod omigod omigod...how is she able to wear that sort of thing at work?

I step through a glass door which seems out of place, set into such a rugged, rough exterior. Etched in the glass is the name of Kat's company:

MorganaCorp

Taking Your Future, Making It Today

Huh...I'm still not sure what they do here...there's a clinic, maybe this is some sort of genetics or hormonal research lab?

Stepping through the passage way into the lobby, much of my anxiety and worries disappear, as the inside is quite well furnished and polished. The open space is well-lit by the rows of crystal-clear windows near the ceiling, and a large circular reception desk compels me to move forward.

I'm just about to introduce myself to the receptionist and tell her about my appointment when Kat...well...jiggles into view. The tweed-patterned, cotton and silk dress top works overtime to contain her burgeoning breasts, while the bottom half rides up her long legs and behind with every quivering step. She crosses the room with a swift <click, click, click> in heels that cause her to tower over the receptionist and I.

"Uh," I say, somewhat overwhelmed by Kat's presence. "I'm...I'm with her..."
 
"Omigod Omigod Omigod!" I sing, reaching out my arms as my heels <click click click> on the concrete floor and I <jiggle jiggle jiggle> my way over to him, "Charleeeee..!!! You're heeeeeeere..!!!" I can only move so fast, teetering in these 4-inch pumps and this tight skirt but quickly I'm on him.

"Oh Kitty is this the boy we've heard sooo much about?" the girl behind the desk - I forget her name – asks.

"Yes yes yes..!" I crow, each of my hands on one of his shoulders, me beaming down on him with what I know is a huge goofy smile. He's looking up at me sorts nervously; he's blushing. He's adorable in his work clothes but they're all wrinkled and look he's swimming in them.

"But keep your hands off..!" I giggle, as I pull him in for a big squishy hug, "He's mine..!"
 
I half-fall, half-step into Kat's hug, and at our respective heights, my face is smashed into her chest. My hands tentatively reach up, unsure of where I'm grabbing, settling somewhere on Kat's hips and the upper swell of her behind. I can feel her soft, warm breasts molding like jello to the sharp angles of my face, my forehead and the exposed flesh of her upper breasts touching, Kat's hand holding me firmly to her chest.

I can't see, I can barely breathe, but I can hear the soft titter of a giggle from the receptionist, and I'm sure she can see my forehead turn bright red from embarrassment. Despite my feelings of shame, my manhood chooses just this moment to start to stiffen, and I hear a low purr of excitement from Kat as it presses into her thigh.

"You're right, Kitty, you two are so cute together! He's adorable!" she laughs, turning towards the phone as it rings. "Alright you two lovebirds...Your examination room is through the glass doors, second on the left. The doctor should be there in just a few."

Finally, Kat releases me, my face red and flushed from not being able to properly breathe. She motions for me to follow her, then gracefully totters away on her heels, Kat's long legs carrying her swiftly away from me, almost faster than I can keep up.
 
"Come on tiger," I say, turning at the hip as I walk to offer him my left hand, "let's go-"

He jogs a pace to catch up, and grasps hold of my hand. I walk him proudly down the hall, showing off my boyfriend to nobody in particular...maybe the security cameras haha. "You found us okay?" I ask, knowing this isn't a part of town he'd usually come into, as I stop in front of the glass doors and wait for him to open them for me. Boys should do that for girls.
 
We both pause awkwardly in front of the door for a bit before I realize that Kat is waiting for me to open it for her. I've never had much of a problem being chivalrous, so I grab the handle and pull gently. To my surprise, the door is heavier than I expect, and I barely budge it, having to try and lean back with my body a bit to get the thing moving. My jerking, clumsy door-opening elicits a small smile from Kat, but no comment.

As pass through the door after her, I ask, "Kat...never heard of this company before." I'm a little out of breath from opening the door and trying to keep up with her. "You said...it was a...pharmaceutical company, I think. But what exactly...does it do?" Looking around, I feel like the place looks like what a medical facility should look like, very clean and sterile, but seems more laid out like an office building than a research lab. Where are the research labs and stuff...or is that just from the movies?

Kat pauses a moment in the hallway, and I nearly run right into her butt. She appears to be considering my question.
 
Ooo it's nice to have a boy hold a door for me. Such a gentleman..! I'm not used to that!

I walk through the glass doorway, and past him, into the clinic hallway. It's here that I come, like, allll the time. My bosses want me to have blood drawn every three days, they monitor my brainwaves, check my chakra or karma or whatever...I see a bunch of different specialists. We'll be in one of the first exam rooms...they use these for monitoring outside subjects in some of their clinical trials. People like me, employees in some of the experim- uh, trials - are sometimes examined in these rooms but sometimes in those rooms down the hall, the weird ones further down the hall past that second set of doors. You need a clearance badge for that.

"You said it was a pharmaceutical company...but what, exactly, does it do?"
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"Oh it's soooo cool!" I exclaim quickly, stopping and turning on my heels to face him, "I mean...I don't know tooo much - they have me mostly filing and doing copies and some research - but I know they're working with old, like, tribal and folk remedies and mag-...stuff. Seeing if they can, like, combine them with modern scientific, uh, stuff..."

shit I got carried away. I'm not supposed to talk about this. And he's got that look on his face, sorta bewildered, like he's got a lot of questions...

Time for the weapons of mass distraction haha.

Suddenly acting interested in brushing off an imaginary piece of lint from the fabric of the dress over my left boob I set my shoulders back. That gets his eye....they're practically at eye level haha. Then, placing my hands gently on his chest I pout, and ask "Sweetie what do you think...? Does this dress make me look too top-heavy..?"
 
I'm about to ask Kat about the tribal and folk remedies, and for what specifically they're trying to cure or develop treatments, when suddenly she sucker-punches me by shoving her tits in my face. I goggle at them for a few precious moment, watching her hand brush at the creamy tops, causing the slightest of jiggles to tremor through her chest.

Balking a bit at her question, I stammer and clear my throat. The truth is, yes, she looks insanely top-heavy in that dress...but that's ok with me! But maybe she doesn't want to hear that...

"Uh...n-not at all Kat," I say, barely having to look down at her bosom. They're right in my face! "Sure, it accentuates them, but your body is...w-well-proportioned...it makes your...uh...h-hips look good t-too..."
 
"Aww, thank you sweetie..." I say, trying to keep from smiling or outright giggling as that familiar dumb look passes over his face. He may be a really smart guy, an attorney and all sophisticated and whatever, but he's just like all other guys when he has tits in his face. He gets distracted, can't think. Everything focuses on one thing...or two things haha. "...but I think this is my last day in it," I finish, "I'm about to rip right through all the seams."

He swallows, nervously, and it takes all my strength not to just laugh and hug him to my chest. Can't do that here everyone's watching! Plus, today's about getting him to see the doctor.

"Okay tiger," I purr, motioning for the open door that leads into the exam room, "let's go in!"
 
I nod, then realize I haven't moved, then shake my head, clearing my brain of the cottony fog that is slowing me down. Walking ahead of Kat, I enter the room, finding it to look very much like a typical examination room. Painted a dull beige, the room is lined with counters and cabinets, presumably full of various supplies and instruments. On one of the counters by the sink are a few jars containing tongue depressors, q-tips, and cotton swabs. A box of gloves sits nearby, as does a computer work station and mini-fridge.

I turn to Kat and make a joke about keeping beer in there, or her favorite ice cream, and she giggles and squeezes my shoulder playfully.

The rest of the room is pretty sparse, save for one of those height/weight scales, a black rolling computer chair, and a sterile, paper-covered examination table. A lone plant sits in the corner, some sort of tall fern, providing a splash of green in the grey/brown room. On the walls are the obligatory anatomy posters, although...on closer inspection...

Hmmm...seems very gender-specific. A poster of the mammary glands, and the female reproductive system...and over there are the stages of pregnancy and child-birth. Maybe they only typically see women here?
 
I tuck my skirt under me and take seat in one of the two visitor's chairs against the wall as I look around. I'm in this exam room a lot. I think I was in here just yesterday. Or was it the other one? I dunno they all look the same to me except those ones down the hall, like the one with the candles and the one with the big metal pot.

He's set up to see the hormone doctor today; she's the skinny, pretty one with the blond hair that wears glasses sometimes. Or is she the pretty one with the long thick dark hair that smells like cinnamon? I dunno I see so many doctors here I get confused.

Just as Charles - I can tell he's a little on edge - is about to take a seat next to me, the intercom over the doorway crackles on and a lady's voice comes through. "<<Mr. Hogan?>>" the voice says, "<<Doctor Benik is on her way in. Can you please remove your shirt and pants for the exam?>>"
 
I blink in my chair, startled at the sudden, sharp voice over the crackly speaker. Turning and looking at Kat, I cock my head as I ask, "Kind of strange, isn't it? Normally a doctor would come in and introduce themselves before asking you to strip..."

Still, I straighten back up, starting to unbutton my shirt, working my way down, button by button, then shrug the over-sized top off my shoulders and arms.
 
"Need any help?" I ask mischievously, as he starts to unbuckle his pants, wagging my eyebrows at him. He just shakes his head and blushes. He's obviously a little nervous and off balance but I love this! Watching my man strip down to his undies in front of me, as I sit here in my nice dress and heels all made up and everything.

He finally sits down in the chair next to me, shivering a little bit. He's quiet, and definitely tense. Part of me wants to let go and release for pheromones to relax him, make him feel better...but I don't want him having a boner in his boxers when the doctor walks iin haha!

Speaking of - outside the closed door, down the hallways, I hear the <click click click> of a pair of heels...
 
I sit there waiting with Kat, and am about to say something about how chilly it is in the room, when the approaching footfalls of someone wearing high heels nears the door to the examination room. After a polite knock, the door opens and in steps a woman I presume to be Dr. Benik.

Dressed in a white lab coat, Dr. Benik is a beautiful woman in a very severe way. Tall in her heels, Dr. Benik wears black-rimmed glasses over her light-brown eyes. Her hair is an icy, platinum blonde, framing a slender, angular face with plump, luscious lips. Her coat covers most of what she's wearing, though I can tell that beneath, she sports a rather generous rack, and her long, lightly tanned legs seem be sculpted from marble, lines of definition running along their slender curves.

As she shuts the door behind her, I look from Kat to Dr. Benik and back again, and I think of the receptionist. All incredibly lovely, stacked ladies...what a coincidence that they all work here!
 
Oh! It is this doctor! She's pretty nice usually. Not necessarily all that friendly or whatever, usually just checks my bloodwork. What was her name again I forget already haha.

She is real pretty, I have to admit - a little older than me, more like Charles' age - and I see him check her out when she walks in. That makes me sit up a little straighter but I smile big and wide.

"Hi Kitty, nice to zee you agin," she says, in that accent, as she walks in and immediately takes a seat at the desk, "And - who do vee have with us today? Charlie, right?" She opens an orange file folder, and begins to leaf through it...

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After a couple moments, she turns to us in her chair and smiles. "Zo, Mr. Hogan, vat brings you to zee us?"
 
I look at Kat, then down at my lap. Fidgeting with my fingers, I speak with a bit of a tremor to my voice. "Well...um...Dr. Benik, it's my...my ankle." I look down at the joint, seeing the yellow and purple, swollen bruise. Tentatively I flex it, then hiss a bit from the pain of it. "Yeah...I think I sprained it...obviously it's still a bit tender."

Kat coughs and nudges me, looking at me with meaning. I mean...should I really tell the doctor that I think I'm shrinking? It sounds too ridiculous to be believed! People don't just...shrink...right?

"Uh...and that's not all," I say, clearly reluctant to continue. "Um...I also think...I've lost some...h-height. I'm shorter than I remember being." At this, I look up at Dr. Benik, as if begging her to tell me 'That's preposterous!'
 
I watch the doctor's face trying to remain composed as she regards Charlie, nodding and making a few notes. I'm sure she knows everything that's going on from what I've been telling everyone here over the past few days, but she attempts a little bit of surprise.

"And do you think za two things are related?" she asks him, adjusting her glasses on her face, "Your injury, and zis change in height? Trauma can affect stature in zum cases. Vhat vas your height before?"
 
"Well, maybe," I say, nodding a bit, somewhat nervous being so exposed around these two gorgeous women. "Though I tried measuring myself, trying not to slouch." I look glumly from Kat to Dr. Benik.

I think a moment, then grab my driver's license out of my wallet. "It says here I'm supposed to be 5'10", but when I measured myself at home I was only 5'8"." Laughing a little, I look at the doctor, who only seems to be taking notes, not meeting my eyes.

Feeling the need to say more, I mention, "...I...er...also haven't been as hungry...my appetite seems to have diminished..."

Dr. Benik just raises an eyebrow, finishes writing then turns to Kat and I. "Vell, let's get some data to start vith...if you could come and stand over zere..." She gestures to the hospital scales. "Ve must determine your height and veight..."

I stand awkwardly, hobbling and limping over to the white and black scales, then step onto the plate.

Dr. Benik clicks over to me in her high heels, and starts to adjust the sliding weights. "Let us zee...one hundred...one fifty...nyet...too heavy...one hundred..." She slides the smaller weight until the needle hovers right in the middle. "There ve are...one hundred tventy eight pounds, give or take..."

With that annotated, she slides the extendable ruler high above my head. "Please, stand as tall as you are able...nyet nyet...taller please..." Once I'm standing as tall and straight as I can, she levels the horizontal bar, then brings it down until it is flush with the top of my head. "...alright Mr. Hogan, if you vould, please have a seat upon za exam table..."

Once I'm there, I look over at Kat who blows me an encouraging kiss from across the room. My mind is burning with questions. How tall am I? Is this all in my head?/i]

Dr. Benik sits in the computer chair and inputs a few bits of data from her clipboard, then rolls towards the examination table. "Vell, Mr. Hogan, it vould seem that, right now, you are only five foot seven inches, three inches less zan you expected..."

I feel my heart stop. "But...that's another inch less...than when I last measured...m-myself..." My eyes water a bit, tears of frustration and fear and confusion giving away my feelings to everyone in the room. "Wha...what's wrong with me, d-doctor?"
 
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