Chapter 2: Building Tension
Dr. Marsh's fingers were gentle as they traced along the edges of Sarah's breasts, measuring their circumference. Sarah sighed with pleasure as she felt them being touched and groped like this. It was wrong, yes, but she couldn't help feeling a tingle of excitement at the sensation.
"Sarah, I have to say, your case is certainly among the most severe I've ever seen," Dr. Marsh said, his voice a mixture of awe and concern.
Sarah smiled, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.
She loved having record-breaking breasts. Her long, curly brown hair framed her kind, gentle face as she looked up at the middle-aged man with graying hair and a kind face. Dr. Marsh, her physician, had a calm demeanor that put her at ease, and she found herself talking to him in a way she had never spoken to anyone before.
"I don't mind," Sarah said, tipping up her chin and meeting Dr. Marsh's gaze.
"I know they're big. But I love them. They're a part of me, you know? I love the way they look, the way they feel. I love the way people look at me when I walk into a room. I love the whispers and stares. I love the way they make me feel special and unique."
Dr. Marsh's eyebrows furrowed, but he said nothing. Sarah couldn't tell if he were disappointed or just concerned. She continued, "I know they cause me pain and discomfort. I know they weigh me down, both physically and mentally.