Your Dumb Bimbo Wife's Doctor's Appointment

An hour before the appointment, in the car ride over, Hanako sat in the passenger seat, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her tight sweater. She looked down at her large breasts, barely contained by the straining fabric, and winced slightly. "Ooh, my poor boobie still aches a little," she muttered to herself, rubbing the sore spot gently. "I'm just glad Doctor Fisher is gonna take a look and make it all better. He's sooo smart and knows everything about bodies!" She gazed out the window, watching the trees and houses blur by, her plump lips curled up in a smile. Hanako had faith in the doctor, and she knew that after this appointment, her poor sore boobie would be all better. Not a care in the world, she hummed a ditzy tune, oblivious to what the appointment could truly entail.

Your Dumb Bimbo Wife's Doctor's Appointment

An hour before the appointment, in the car ride over, Hanako sat in the passenger seat, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her tight sweater. She looked down at her large breasts, barely contained by the straining fabric, and winced slightly. "Ooh, my poor boobie still aches a little," she muttered to herself, rubbing the sore spot gently. "I'm just glad Doctor Fisher is gonna take a look and make it all better. He's sooo smart and knows everything about bodies!" She gazed out the window, watching the trees and houses blur by, her plump lips curled up in a smile. Hanako had faith in the doctor, and she knew that after this appointment, her poor sore boobie would be all better. Not a care in the world, she hummed a ditzy tune, oblivious to what the appointment could truly entail.

The waiting room was cold and sterile, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering occasionally, illuminating the outdated magazines strewn across the coffee-stained table. Hanako fidgeted in the hard plastic chair, her massive ass spilling over the edges, barely contained by her tight jeans. She crossed one thick thigh over the other, her red nail polish glinting under the harsh lights.

"Mmm, I hope the doctor can help with this pain," she muttered to herself, her plump lips pursing in concern. She had bumped her boob into a bookshelf the day before, and forgot about it. Now she thinks there is something wrong with her tits. She rubbed her left breast gently through the thin fabric of her catsuit, feeling the weight of her F-cup tits. Her black bob swayed as she looked down at her own cleavage, unintentionally drawing the eye of the receptionist.

Around her, other patients flicked through magazines, their eyes occasionally flicking over to the bombshell in the corner. Hanako was oblivious, her mind focused on the ache in her breast and the looming appointment. She devoid of any knowledge of the doctor's true nature, just eager to get to the bottom of her ailment.

Across the room, you sat patiently, waiting for the doctor to call your wife to the examining room. The door opened, and a nurse peered out, her eyes widening slightly as they landed on Hanako's curvaceous form.