All of this happens in modern-day Ireland and all people involved are over 18 years old.
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We got outside and walked over to the hospital. It was about a twenty-minute walk in the Irish summer wind. Thankfully the rain held off but some clouds did occasionally pass over the sun. We got to the hospital and told the cute blonde receptionist who we were looking for. She made a quick call and I saw her check Charlie out as she spoke.
"Hiya, we're here to see Dr. Alice Pratchett," she said, smiling sweetly and softly.
She told us room 404 and how to get there. As we walked off, the receptionist's eyes stayed glued to Charlie's behind. I smiled to myself and the receptionist looked at me and blushed. "Interesting," I thought.
We got to the office and Charlie knocked on the door. A musical, lilting voice answered.
"Come ih-in!" it said so Charlie walked in and a bottle blonde, sun-tanned older woman sat behind the table. She looked up from her paperwork and a bright wide smile spread across her face. When Charlie stepped in, the two women squealed and ran towards each other, arms out. The doctor's white coat blew behind her revealing her clothes, a light multi-coloured shirt and a knee-length black skirt. They hugged tightly and I just stood there as awkward as a lemon. The doctor, Alice I guess, leaned back from the hug to look at Charlie's face.
"Charlie, you look amazing! How have you been?!" Alice gave her another quick squeeze before breaking the hug entirely. She looked Charlie up and down.
"I'm good. Great, actually!" Charlie said. "This is-"
"Hi, I'm Alice," she turned to me and stuck out her hand.
"Greg, pleasure to meet you!" I said as I shook it. Her hand was small in mine, but strong.
"And you!" Alice said as she sat back on her desk and folded her arms, still smiling broadly, turning her attention back to Charlie. The two of us sat in the chairs in front of her desk. "How long has it been? I feel like I haven't seen you in years!" I felt myself smiling at this woman's positivity.
"I think it's been about two years? Julia's wedding?" Charlie replied.
"Oh yeah, now I remember. How's that guy you were with? Frank, was it?" she asked, waiting for the response.
"Oh, I haven't seen or even thought about him in ages!"
"Good, he was a bit drab, wasn't he! This guy is way more handsome," she said, leaning over and touching my knee.
"Oh, he really is," Charlie said, smiling warmly at me. It was my turn to blush.
"But!" Alice said loudly as she walked back around her desk, "I'm guessing you're not here on a social visit. So, tell me, how can I help you?" she sat back behind her desk and pressed her hands together.
"Well, you see," Charlie started, she seemed a bit nervous at first but I noticed a small shake of her head and her back straightened. I'd noticed she did that in business meetings too. This was her "take no bull" mentality coming out. She stood up and whipped off her hoodie in one fluid motion.
"This!" she said, her voice had strength. Her perky breasts, protruding from her slim body and curving upwards, jiggled from the suddenness of her movement. They looked amazing as they stretched the material of her top with each breath she took. She looked down at Alice intently. I tore my eyes away from Charlie to look at Alice, curious as to how she'd react. To her credit, she barely batted an eyelid. I suppose being a doctor for so long makes you accustomed to seeing unusual things.
"Oh, you had breast augmentation," Alice said, nodding. "Is there an issue with it? Tenderness or soreness...?
Charlie interrupted her. "I didn't have surgery. This happened... naturally?" The inflection of her voice made it clear that she wasn't sure that it was natural but she was damn sure she hadn't had a boob job.
"Ok, well, let me see, shall we?" Alice said, standing and making her way back around her desk. She sat perched on the edge of her desk. I glanced at her legs as she walked past me. The image of her bent over the desk, skirt and white coat thrown carelessly up her back and her ass and cunt exposed as I railed her popped into my mind. I tried to blink it away.
Charlie edged a little closer to Alice who was now staring directly at Charlie's tits. Her hands hovered over them momentarily, fingers close to her palms. Alice flicked her eyes up at Charlie.
"Do you mind?" she continued. It might be a little strange for a woman to have her breasts examined by a family friend but we were in a strange situation.
"Not at all, it's why I'm here," Charlie said, relaxing a little. Alice pressed the backs of her fingers into Charlie's tits, making them move and bulge slightly. Charlie's nipples hardened slightly, poking through her top.
"And any tenderness or soreness or discharge?" Alice continued, following up on her previously unanswered question.
"No, no soreness."
"Any chance you're pregnant?"
"Well, maybe but I don't think they'd grow that quickly, would they?"
"Why? How quickly did the growth take place?" Alice asked, I guess she knew Charlie had been flat as a pancake before. Charlie looked down at me.
"Eh, about two days?" she said, unsure.
Alice froze. She looked up at Charlie.
"Two days?" Alice said. "And beforehand, you were the same size as when I last saw you?" Charlie nodded.