“Are you sure this therapy is really helping me?” Lindsay asked as she sat on the couch and looked at her Doctor.
She’d been coming to therapy for years, but recently she’d changed doctors for a couple of reasons. The first was that she didn’t feel like her previous doctor was making any progress with her body images issues. The second was that one of her friends had been talking up her new Doctor for weeks, and just gushing about the results.
So she’d decided to make a change, but now she wasn’t so sure.
“Oh yes, quite sure.” the therapist replied and nodded.
Lindsay let out a little sigh and kinda shrugged her shoulders before she stood up. Then she closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, put on her biggest, stupidest smile and opened them again.
“Like, hiya Doc! giggle” she enthused and gave her tits a little jiggle before taking tiny little steps in her heels to walk over to him.
When she arrived, she leaned over, giving him a good look at her tits, then kissed him on the cheek before plopping herself on his lap.
Lindsay had to admit that it made her pussy wet doing so, acting like a complete airhead, using her body to emphasise each and everything she said.
The therapist put his left hand on her ass and his right hand on her knee, sending another shiver of pleasure through her.
“And how are you liking your body this week?” he asked.
“giggle Like, I love my big titties soooo much!” she replied, giving her tits a good shake this time.
They had always been the sticking point with her therapy. She hid them under sweaters and baggy clothing, used minimizers and other tricks to make them as unobtrusive as possible.
Her new doctor had told her that was a mistake, that she needed to show them off more so that she became comfortable with them.
What he said made a lot of sense, even when he told her she needed to come to therapy in tight, sexy, lingerie, and act like a bimbo slut.
The therapist’s hand ran up her thigh, over her side, until it came to rest on her left tit and she let out a little moan.
“Like, do you love my big titties too Doc? giggle” she asked.
The therapist just nodded and pulled her top down a little so her nipples popped free.
Lindsay let out a gasp as his hand wrapped around her tit and squeezed it. Unable to control herself, she quickly repositioned herself to straddle his lap, but not before her fingers undid his pants and pulled his dick out.
She settled her pussy onto his dick and bit her lower lip as she lowered herself onto him. He grasped both of her tits and squeezed them as she rocked her hips back and forth, then bounced up and down on his lap.
“I love my big fat titties! I love my big fat titties!” she cried out over and over as the pleasure from her pussy and her tits raced to her head and combined into a mind blowing orgasm.
Lindsay walked out of the therapist’s office with a smile on her face, the top three buttons of her jacket undone and showing a significant amount of cleavage.
She had to admit that she felt better about her body after each visit, but it always seemed to fade after a few days as the stress of everyday life returned.
She approached the elevator and stopped dead in her tracks, as a sudden thought filled her mind, what if she didn’t have to worry about that and instead just let guys fuck her all the time?
A giggle escaped her lips and she started moving forward once more, happy that finally therapy was paying off.
