As I explored my new, four-breasted body, I heard the bell on the front door ring.
"Crap, someone's here!"
Von Hauser and Nancy, in unison, did the breast equivalent of an eye-roll.
"You were out for a while, Joe. I had other patients to attend to today," Von Hauser chided. "Nancy, do you remember who was scheduled after Joe today?"
Nancy hesitated. "Uhh... I can't quite remember. Last name was Carter, I think."
Still not totally back to "normal" after the hormones from earlier, I started to freak out.
"Why does it matter who it is? The problem is, she's HERE, and expecting you to... therapize her."
Nancy piped back up. "You have the magic ring, right? Can't you just... make yourself an employee here and treat her yourself?"
It wasn't a bad plan. Nothing drastic, and who knows? Maybe we'd... 'recruit' some more people.
After thinking it over, I said "I wish that I had the same psychology and medical experience as Dr. Von Hauser and Nancy, and was employed here. And had some clothes."
My brain fogged for a moment, taking a moment to process the new information it was now filled with. As my vision cleared, I felt new clothes rubbing against my body. A black, knee-length dress managed (with some slight difficulty) to hide my massive bulge, and the matching suit-jacket form-fit my dual busts, keeping them from jiggling too much. My hair tied itself back in a single ponytail.
I stood up, shakily at first, still trying to get used to the four new funbags on my chest.
"I wish I had perfect balance." I said, and felt myself regain stability.
I exhaled, walked to the front desk, and sat down in the receptionist's chair.
Ms. Carter (Nancy did remember her surname) walked to the window.
"Hello, I'm here for a 4:30 appointment with Dr. Von Hauser."
Before I realized it, I had pulled up the schedule and her file in the computer.
"Amanda Carter?"
She nodded. "That's me."
"Dr. Von Hauser had some personal issues come up earlier this afternoon. I didn't get a chance to notify you," I responded, nearly robotically.
"Oh... I do hope everything is okay." The concern in her voice was clear. "I can reschedule for next week..."
"If you'd like, I'm also a certified psychologist. I can see you for her."
"Oh, would you? Thank you so much!"
"Of course. I'll be right with you."
She nodded and thanked me, then walked back to her seat.
I walked back to Von Hauser's office, and quickly wished it clean of all the milk and cum that'd been there beforehand.
I glanced through her file.
Name: Amanda Carter
Age: 26
Gender: F
Race: Hispanic
Height: 5'4" (164cm)
Weight: 125 lbs (56.7 kg)
"God, I wish this thing had her measurements," and the paper sprouted new fields and text.
Bust/Waist/Hip Measurements: 35D/27/37
"Oh. Huh."
After a few minutes of going over the file, Von Hauser spoke up.
"We should probably bring her in now..."