(Chapter originally written by lilmoni)
"Well, we're here!" Lauren happily declared, shutting the car off and preparing to head into the large building ahead of you. It only took a second for you to realize where you were.
"Mom...you didn't..." you sourly began. Your mother knew exactly just how much you hated going to the doctor, or more specifically, this doctor. Dr. Hart was not a tiny specialist by any stretch of the imagination. A younger woman in her early thirties, she had never gone to medical school with any intention of providing care for tinies, and yet she was perfectly content with accepting tinies as the occasional patient. Her methods never really sat right with you, and thanks to continuous additions into tiny healthcare guidelines outlined by the C.T.C., you already knew they certainly won't have gotten any better.
Lauren simply giggled, rolling her eyes, "Oh come on, Matt, you'll be just fine after one little check-up. Really, Dr. Hart will be so happy to see you and we'll be in and out! Everyone needs to go to the doctor once in a while!" Always having brushed off your bad experiences as being plain and classical childish whining about having to see the doctor, Lauren never paid your complaints a bit of mind. Regardless of the fact there were specialist doctors for tinies, she insisted on bringing you to this one as it was "the family doctor."
You'd been able to get away with avoiding this appointment for years, but it looked like your mother had successfully tricked you today. You'd certainly be more suspicious the next time she refused to tell you where you were going, but as for now, at your size, there was no escape.
A large looming hand soon clamped down upon you, securing you into the warmth of your mother's palm and ensuring no sneaky escape. Carrying you into the office, you couldn't so much as see let alone yell out an argument as you were taken in to see Dr. Hart. Lauren was humming happily to herself as she walked through the office halls, feeling totally carefree in contrast to her son as she swung him casually in her grasp.
Just a few minutes later and you were plopped out of the warm palm and deposited onto a paper sheet lined examination chair. It took you a moment to adjust to the bright lighting of the doctor's office, but once you had, you were greeted with a most unwelcome sight.
Dr. Hart was standing directly next to your mother, with both women at about hip height compared to your current location. You stared up the long expanse of their bodies, gulping nervously as you saw they were both staring down at you with beaming smiles. Admittedly your family doctor was quite beautiful, in an especially sophisticated and mature way as she adorned herself in a classy white lab coat that draped down around a rather tight pencil skirt and nylons.
"Oh you were right, Ms. Jacobs, he is just as cute as I remember! Heyyy, little guy!" The young doctor waved down at you before lowering herself, now at your own level as her black hair fell around you in an entrapping circle and two piercing green eyes overwhelmed your entire vision. "So I hear someone was a little nervous about coming in today, is that right?"
"N-no..." You meekly mumbled, biting your lip and turning your head away from the intimidating gaze, unable to hide the reddening of your face. Of course your mom would tell her...
Booming laughter threatened to knock you over as the woman clearly found your display adorable, not retreating herself in the slightest as she actually pressed in on you even more. With just a couple inches between your tiny form and the plush expanse of her lips, your heart was pounding in a more nervous rhythm than ever. "There's no need to be so scared! You may be my only tiny patient but honestly we're just going to do a routine physical and you'll be right as rain!"
Somehow, despite her anxiety inducing proximity, the doctor's warm words somewhat soothed you. "Just a...physical? That's all?" You winced as a powerful mass crashed onto your head, weighing your neck down.
Petting the nervously shaking patient in front of her with the pad of her index finger, she assured you, "Mmhmm. No worries, my little friend! I may not be a 'specialist' in tiny healthcare in the conventional sense, but I did just finish getting Tiny Wellness Certified from Baker Academy! Believe me you are in excellent hands!"
As if to punctuate her point, Dr. Hart swooped her hand beneath you, cupping you up in both hands as she swapped places with you on the exam bed, plopping herself onto the cushy seat. With her hands in her lap atop her thighs, and you laying amongst her palms, your doctor turned her attention to Lauren. "Now, Mr. Jacobs here is an adult, so it's probably best if we do this more one-on-one. I hope you don't mind!"
Lauren shook her head, gathering up her purse quickly as she got the message. "Oh, not at all! You just let me know when you're finished; be good now, Matt!" With that, Lauren vanished from the examination room, leaving you alone with the dark-haired doctor.
Raising her hands up to eye level so she could get a better look at you, the professional spoke first, "Are you ready now, cutie?" One hand had you cupped nicely to stand on, but the opposite hand had now moved behind you, lightly stroking your hair once more with her thumb. If she was trying to comfort you, it was only sort of working, the fact you were essentially enclosed in her grip with no way out undoing any of her other efforts.
Regardless, you nodded, and she happily declared "Great!" Peering down at some kind of printout on a clipboard, she soon returned her attention to you. "Alright, we're going to start with some very basic tests. Just to make sure you've got all your faculties about you. Okay? First off..."
You backed nervously into the doctor's fingers as her face loomed closer and closer. You could practically reach out to touch her at this point, when suddenly her tongue fell from her maw, the hot muscle dangling directly in your hazy view as you chocked against steamy breath billowing from the depths of her mouth.
Throwing your arms in front of your face did no good, as the drooling wet mass simply steamrolled past them, running along the expanse of your body. You had nowhere to back up to, woefully held in place as it slowly assaulted your tiny form, dragging it's rough surface steadily and carefully up your body. Taking extra precision in lapping at your face, the mature doctor pressed her tongue fully into her minuscule patient, your body barely making an indent on the slick muscle as it methodically traced along the length of you.
After what felt like an eternity suffocating in the warm and thick mess of her tongue, Dr. Hart retreated her tongue into the cavern of her mouth, finally moving her head back somewhat. You gasped for breath in her wake, getting a mouthful of thick saliva in response as it dribbled down your head slowly. Regrettably being forced to swallow the viscous fluid in a desperate need for oxygen, you choked against it before wiping your face free of the doctor's leftover residue.
Clicking her tongue in satisfaction, Dr. Hart mumbled aloud, "Mmm, not too bad," making a brief note on her clipboard before addressing you directly. "Alright, little guy, how would you describe how that felt?"
Still gasping for fresh air, and warm saliva still seeping it's way down your abdomen, you shouted in frustration. "How do you think?! It was warm...wet...and sticky!" you had no clue why she had launched into such an awful experience for you, when as if reading your mind, she announced: "Perfect! Sounds like your sense of physical perception is working great!"
You witnessed as she giggled to herself and placed you at her side before checking a number of boxes along her clipboard. Hoping that the worst of it was over, you watched as the doctor retrieved a hefty hardcover book from her desk, flipping through it before exclaiming "Ah! That's right! Okay, Mr. Jacobs, let's move on..."
While you were quaking in fear, Dr. Hart went ahead and...
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