I nervously fidgeted with the hem of my shirt as I stepped into the doctor's office, the air thick with anticipation. The door creaked shut behind me, and I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the interview ahead.
Dr. Patel, an old, fat Indian woman with a mischievous glint in her eye, sat behind her desk, her labcoat open just enough to reveal a glimpse of her massive, sagging breasts. "Well, well, well," she boomed, her voice rich and full. "Look what the porn-addicted cat dragged in. I'm Dr. Patel, but you can call me 'The Breast Whisperer'."
I felt my cheeks flush at her bluntness, but before I could respond, she continued. "I've been going over your, shall we say, unique search history. You have quite the fascination with cutting old women's saggy breasts off, don't you?"
My heart raced as she confronted me with my deepest desires. I was taken aback, but she waved me off with a dismissive hand. "Don't be embarrassed, dear. I find it intriguing. In fact, I think we can help each other out today."
She turned her computer screen towards me, revealing a video of an old woman's breasts being cut off. "Why don't you have a little fun while I watch?" she suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I hesitated for a moment, but the doctor's confident demeanor put me at ease. I began to masturbate as she watched, her eyes never leaving the screen.
"Here, feel the weight of these," she said, grabbing her own breasts and offering them to me. I hesitated again, but she insisted. "Go on, dear. Imagine holding them while another doctor cuts them off."
I tentatively reached out and touched them, feeling their massive weight in my hands. They were soft and warm, and I couldn't help but imagine the scenario the doctor had described.
Just then, the door to the waiting room opened, and an old, fat woman shuffled in. "Mrs. Patel, I'd like you to meet our guest for today," the doctor said, gesturing towards me. "Why don't you have a seat and let him feel the weight of your breasts?"
Mrs. Patel complied without hesitation, and I reached out and touched her breasts, feeling their sag and weight in my hands. The doctor explained the process, getting me to imagine the doctor cutting her breast off while I held them.
The doctor continued to call in more women from the waiting room, one at a time, and got me to feel the weight of their breasts while she explained and got me to imagine the doctor cutting their breast off. She asked me to describe the color, size, and texture of each woman's breasts, getting me to focus on the visual and psychological aspects of the act.
As the interview continued, the doctor encouraged me to share my thoughts and fantasies, creating an open and honest dialogue between us. She asked me if I had ever thought about cutting off my own mother's breasts, getting me to confront my deepest desires and fears.
The doctor assured me that there was no shame in my fantasies and that she was there to help me explore them in a safe and consensual way.
As the interview came to a close, the doctor asked me to come back for a follow-up appointment, where we would continue to explore my fantasies together.
I left the office feeling both confused and aroused by the unconventional interview. But one thing was certain - I couldn't wait to see what the next appointment held in store.
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