02-04-2026, 10:31 PM
Part 3
Reaching out to take Sissy’s hand he walked with the young girl to the kitchen table where he turned a chair to face her and sat down.
Glancing up at the clock it would be another two hours or longer before Sissy’s parents got home. He had plenty of time to see how far Sissy would let him get with her.
“Let me take a look at you Sissy,” Darrell said as he pulled Sissy to stand in front of him.
He placed his hands on her hips and felt his way down her thighs, raising one arm then the other he felt along her biceps. “Hmmm muscle tone is good…”, he said as he was faking an examination.
“Well, let’s get to the heart of the matter,” Darrell placed his ear in the center of Sissy’s chest and feigned listening to her heart rate.
Pulling his head away from her chest her slipped his left hand around the teenagers firm ass and pulled her within a few inches of himself as his right hand moved up and over Sissy’s breasts.
One then the other, Darrell groped the soft fleshy mounds that protruded out from Sissy’s chest. Her tits were small but they felt amazing in Darrell’s fingers as her cupped and pulled at her nipples.
Sissy’s mouth and eyes opened wide as she was shocked at what was happening to her. She reached up and pushed Darrell’s hand away.
“What are you doing, Mr. Darrell!” the young girl demanded of him.
“A physical exam of course and I see your point, you are under developed for your age. Very flat chested actually….” Darrell said.
Sissy’s demeanor and expression flashed from one of outrage at being groped to one of being insulted that Darrell had called her flat chested.
“Damn shame too because the muscle mass and tissue would support a much larger and firmer breast. It must be the athletic training program you do in volleyball that has retarded your breast size,” Darrell impressed even himself with his sly medical jargon.
It was all pure hogwash, but Sissy had stopped panicking at being groped and was lapping up all of his bullshit.
“So you're saying I should have big boobs and volleyball is why I don’t,” Sissy was confused about what had just taken place.
“So if I want big boobs I need to quit volleyball?” she asked after a pause.
“I wouldn’t completely blame your athleticism, Sissy,” Darrell said. “I’d say your body is diverting growth to the area you use the most. You obviously have a great butt—probably to help ensure you can jump at the net.”
Sissy blushed, “Do you really think I have a nice butt?”
“Oh yes, that’s an ass to die for Sissy,” Darrell patted her ass. “Your glutes are firm and well-defined, a grown woman would be envious of your firm ass.”
Darrell rubbed her tight ass and cupped her firm butt cheeks while he spoke to her. Sissy didn’t flinch or resist his hands on her bottom. Darrell could feel this was beginning to go his way.
It had been close for a second. He thought Sissy might bolt out on him after she had stopped him from feeling her up.
“We just need to redirect that flow of hormones. Once we get your glands rewired to support your breast tissue, then you should see the results you want.”
“How can I do that, Mr. Darrell?” Sissy almost pleaded for an answer.
“Sissy I should finish my exam,” Darrell said, “you stopped me before I had gathered all the information I need for a full diagnosis. Right now, my conclusion is based on theory.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry I stopped you. I didn’t realize what you were doing was medical. I thought that maybe…” Sissy didn’t finish her sentence.
“You thought maybe I was feeling you up,” Darrell said with fake hurt feelings in his voice as he stood up from his chair.
“I mean just damn Sissy,” Darrell was pouring it on thick now. “You’re the one who came to me for help.”
“You’re acting like I tricked you into doing something wrong.” Darrell continued his rant. ‘You even lied to me about who the patient was.”
“No please don’t think that Mr. Darrell,” Sissy begged forgiveness. “I’m sorry please, I want you to help me with my problem. I’m sorry I tried to trick you into thinking I was asking for a friend.”
“Oh shit, this is fucking perfect.” Darrell had her like putty in his hands now, he thought.
“Let’s finish this exam and go from there.” He said.
Sissy nodded excitedly in agreement.
“Ok Sissy, you’ll need to take your shirt and bra off for this part.”
Sissy balked at first not expecting to be bare breasted. “Uh… Okay,” she stammered as she pulled her tee shirt and sport bra slowly over her head.
To be continued
Reaching out to take Sissy’s hand he walked with the young girl to the kitchen table where he turned a chair to face her and sat down.
Glancing up at the clock it would be another two hours or longer before Sissy’s parents got home. He had plenty of time to see how far Sissy would let him get with her.
“Let me take a look at you Sissy,” Darrell said as he pulled Sissy to stand in front of him.
He placed his hands on her hips and felt his way down her thighs, raising one arm then the other he felt along her biceps. “Hmmm muscle tone is good…”, he said as he was faking an examination.
“Well, let’s get to the heart of the matter,” Darrell placed his ear in the center of Sissy’s chest and feigned listening to her heart rate.
Pulling his head away from her chest her slipped his left hand around the teenagers firm ass and pulled her within a few inches of himself as his right hand moved up and over Sissy’s breasts.
One then the other, Darrell groped the soft fleshy mounds that protruded out from Sissy’s chest. Her tits were small but they felt amazing in Darrell’s fingers as her cupped and pulled at her nipples.
Sissy’s mouth and eyes opened wide as she was shocked at what was happening to her. She reached up and pushed Darrell’s hand away.
“What are you doing, Mr. Darrell!” the young girl demanded of him.
“A physical exam of course and I see your point, you are under developed for your age. Very flat chested actually….” Darrell said.
Sissy’s demeanor and expression flashed from one of outrage at being groped to one of being insulted that Darrell had called her flat chested.
“Damn shame too because the muscle mass and tissue would support a much larger and firmer breast. It must be the athletic training program you do in volleyball that has retarded your breast size,” Darrell impressed even himself with his sly medical jargon.
It was all pure hogwash, but Sissy had stopped panicking at being groped and was lapping up all of his bullshit.
“So you're saying I should have big boobs and volleyball is why I don’t,” Sissy was confused about what had just taken place.
“So if I want big boobs I need to quit volleyball?” she asked after a pause.
“I wouldn’t completely blame your athleticism, Sissy,” Darrell said. “I’d say your body is diverting growth to the area you use the most. You obviously have a great butt—probably to help ensure you can jump at the net.”
Sissy blushed, “Do you really think I have a nice butt?”
“Oh yes, that’s an ass to die for Sissy,” Darrell patted her ass. “Your glutes are firm and well-defined, a grown woman would be envious of your firm ass.”
Darrell rubbed her tight ass and cupped her firm butt cheeks while he spoke to her. Sissy didn’t flinch or resist his hands on her bottom. Darrell could feel this was beginning to go his way.
It had been close for a second. He thought Sissy might bolt out on him after she had stopped him from feeling her up.
“We just need to redirect that flow of hormones. Once we get your glands rewired to support your breast tissue, then you should see the results you want.”
“How can I do that, Mr. Darrell?” Sissy almost pleaded for an answer.
“Sissy I should finish my exam,” Darrell said, “you stopped me before I had gathered all the information I need for a full diagnosis. Right now, my conclusion is based on theory.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry I stopped you. I didn’t realize what you were doing was medical. I thought that maybe…” Sissy didn’t finish her sentence.
“You thought maybe I was feeling you up,” Darrell said with fake hurt feelings in his voice as he stood up from his chair.
“I mean just damn Sissy,” Darrell was pouring it on thick now. “You’re the one who came to me for help.”
“You’re acting like I tricked you into doing something wrong.” Darrell continued his rant. ‘You even lied to me about who the patient was.”
“No please don’t think that Mr. Darrell,” Sissy begged forgiveness. “I’m sorry please, I want you to help me with my problem. I’m sorry I tried to trick you into thinking I was asking for a friend.”
“Oh shit, this is fucking perfect.” Darrell had her like putty in his hands now, he thought.
“Let’s finish this exam and go from there.” He said.
Sissy nodded excitedly in agreement.
“Ok Sissy, you’ll need to take your shirt and bra off for this part.”
Sissy balked at first not expecting to be bare breasted. “Uh… Okay,” she stammered as she pulled her tee shirt and sport bra slowly over her head.
To be continued
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