This choice: Began removing her flats, revealing her stockinged feet. • Go Back...Chapter #5Putting Your Senses to the Test by: matthias   (Chapter originally written by lilmoni)
Hoping that the worst of it was over, you watched as the doctor took a seat once more and propped her right foot up onto her knee, prying free her flat before letting it clack down onto the tiled floor of the exam room. "W-what are you doing?" you started to ask as you watched her sigh contently, her toes wiggling freely as if pleased to be free from the stuffy confines of the tight shoe, when you suddenly felt your neck get pinched by two of her fingers.
"Alright, here goes the second test!" Dr. Hart declared, your body whipping through the air as she collided you directly along the bottom of her stocking-clad foot. Your body was pulverized on impact, incapable of moving a muscle in protest as her powerful fingers took you on an expansive tour of her warm sole. Absolutely helpless to stop her as the doctor made tactful work at guiding you all along her foot, your face was burning along the rugged fabric, and that was saying nothing of the oppressive scent radiating from the woman's warm and unfortunately wet stockings. Moving from her firm heel upwards, the enormous pressure of her fingers pressing into the back of your head only managed to squeeze free the collected sweat that lie within the fabric of her nylons. The warm and smelly liquid happily drained itself into your body, attracted to your naturally absorbent body like a sponge.
Moving you upwards to the meaty ball of her foot, the doctor seemed to lose her professional demeanor as she allowed herself to enjoy the moment a bit, releasing a pleased sigh as she soothed her aching soles. "Ooooh yes, right there..." she allowed a deep moan to escape her throat, pressing you firmly against the tip of the ball of her sole, prompting an absolute tidal wave of salty sweat to pour from the sodden fabric and cries of desperation from you as it flowed down your exposed throat. You were dying to vomit as more of the woman's bodily fluid conjoined inside you, but your body was entirely in her control as she continued to massage herself with you.
"Well, his absorption is outstanding! This could be up at the ninety-ninth percentile..." she noted as she felt her stocking lighten up considerably. She had to muster up newfound strength as she fought the intense urge to drag you along her other foot as well; Honestly numerous other areas of the woman's body could use a touch up from your utilitarian body...it had been a very busy day in the office for her and even she could admit her body was feeling a bit...moist. Shaking these thoughts off though, she resumed her consummate professionalism as she went back to analyze how you reacted to her procedure.
She took an extra methodical minute to toy with you in the net of her stockinged toes, the stuffy, miasmatic atmosphere present there made taking a breath a near impossibility, the sheer humidity escaping from her playful toes almost turning the air to a thick liquid. With your lungs struggling to choke down the steaming clouds of burning odor, Dr. Hart released her hand, picking up her clipboard and noting happily, "Patient's adherability functioning properly, sticks to fabric seamlessly!"
Not a bone in the doctor's body paid heed to your suffering, simply believing this was the standard procedure for tinies as outlined in her extensive course at Baker Academy. Or more accurately, on Baker Academy, as the course was entirely online, and the certificate granted at the end held no true value outside whatever the viewer determined that to be. With her only exposure to tinies being normal day-to-day interactions, Dr. Hart had no idea the vulnerability and sensitivity tinies had to sounds, smells, and pressure, believing just the opposite as outlined in the curriculum co-authored by the infamous, ingenious Amy Baker. Referencing her Tiny Wellness Handbook while continuing to squeeze you into the depths of her toes, the doctor noted this exposure test was defined as "testing and strengthening a variety of tiny faculties through familiar sensations, achieving excellent insight into the tiny while providing him and the administrator a blissfully relaxing massage-like sensation." Stretching her toes, forcing you to lengthen along with her nylons as you stayed put, she laughed aloud, changing your adhesion score from a nine to a perfect ten out of ten.
Relishing how your putty-like body felt squeezing in between each of her playing toes, Dr. Hart regrettably decided she needed to move on. Once more you felt your head get pinched in her fingers as she painfully peeled you free from the greedy fabric that seemed content with holding onto you forever. She was sad to pull you apart, but she had tests to conduct. Placing you atop her thigh, and seeing you pop back into human shape so quickly, the doctor clapped happily, congratulating: "Wow! Record time there, that's impressive!" Once more noting your substantially abnormal abilities on your record.
Of course you had extensive practice reforming surrounded with the likes of your family, let alone a girlfriend like Mari, so the compliment brushed right off you. Much unlike the overbearing scent of the doctor's feet, which clung to your very being, nauseating you for what you feared would be a long while.
"What the hell was that for?" You annoyingly growled up at the giantess. If this is what a routine physical entailed, you wouldn't be standing for any more of it.
She raised her eyebrows at that, happily answering, "Just testing a number of your body's abilities! Oh, among them, how is your sense of smell functioning? I hope things weren't too potent for you down there!" Dr. Hart giggled at that, eagerly awaiting your response and continuously clueless to the absolute barrage of rancid scents and tastes you'd just gone through.
"On a scale of one to ten, I think I'd give that a zero. That test was horrible." You answered honestly, with no sense of regard for the woman's feelings. How did she expect you to answer after going through that? In a surprise to you though, she actually gasped hearing this, genuinely looking down at you with a look of concern.
"Goodness, zero?! I'm so sorry to hear that! I've read this test usually gets a pretty consistent and strong response! And here I was somewhat worried you'd give the scent down there a straight ten! Well, this isn't what I expected at all! Loss of sense on that level could be quite serious!" You watched as she scribbled furiously onto her notes. Shouting to clear up you didn't lose your smell, but rather she had completely dominated it with her overpowering sweaty scent, she simply spoke over you, "Assuming you weren't just trying to flatter me by overlooking the smell, I'll have to put a hard failure on both these tests! We'll have to do something about that..."
Clicking her tongue disapprovingly as she made deep gashes into your sheet, you simply collapsed in exhaustion besides her thigh. All you could hope was that she had completed everything she needed...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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