That night had passed uneventfully, despite the fact that Carol had
to fend off intermittent waves of arousal. Her sexual appetite was
rapidly increasing, and sleeping with someone, even her own son, was
exacerbating the problem as much as it was alleviating it. Kyle was
aware of his girthy, overbearing mom moving around at several points
during the night. She would flex at her waist, crushing him into an
overpowering hug. Sometimes she would fret and play with her hands
around his waist, cupping his much smaller body deeply up into her
groin and into her soft belly and cleavage. It was early July, and
the sun had risen before 6a.m. Both Carol and Kyle were fully awake
by now. Carol was cuddling affectionately into her son, who by this
point had simply given himself over to be used this way. Still there
was tension in the air, and it was Carol who spoke first.
“How’d you
sleep, sweety?” She asked, her voice sounding husky from the
time spent laying down. It was also lower, more booming than the day
before. Kyle grunted something incomprehensible in reply. Carol was
quite used to his morning moods, and decided not to take it
personally. She stretched luxuriantly, bumping her elongated limbs
into walls and furniture as she continued daily to outgrow every
newly established sense of her body size in relation to her
surroundings. Kyle grumbled something at her again, this time,
pushing away from his amazonian mother irritably. Carol scowled,
taking a second to consider the situation. She took a long breath in
and sighed gravely before taking Kyle in her large arms and spinning
him around to face her. “Look here, mister…” The huge,
hulking woman narrowed her beautiful brown eyes at her son. “I’m
your mother… You have to love me, and…” She chewed her lip
briefly. “If I need to cuddle, well… you’re going to cuddle
me…” Her voice was stern and admonishing, and seemed to have
the effect of cowing poor Kyle.
“Mom… I’m
sorry, it’s just, well… Y-you’re naked in bed with me!”
Kyle stammered, pointing out the obvious. “I don’t even know if
that’s legal…” He wondered nervously, undermining the boldness
of his contention.
“Baby… Look
at me…” Carol declared. Kyle lifted his eyes to meet her
gaze, but she shook her head, amending more softly, “No, baby…
I mean… Look at me…” Carol pushed up
on the bed, causing it to creak. An ominous snap could be heard as
she carefully lifted her massive bulk. The enormous woman stood for a
moment, leaving her gigantic bare ass pointed towards Kyle. Carol
slowly turned around, bending her neck a little as her head was
brushing up against the ceiling. “I’m huge,
honey…” Carol’s voice had an overbearing, almost
condescending tone. Kyle gulped at the display. His mother’s
prodigious curves had thickened and pushed out, even overnight. Her
whole entire pelvis looked wider, supported by massive, trunk-like
legs that were thicker than his entire torso at the thighs. Carol’s
gargantuan breasts swooped out and downward abundantly, somewhat
propped up by her creamy, matronly gut. Even her arms looked like
they had packed on additional mass, and were easily wider than Kyle’s
legs. “Just look at me!” Carol
repeated, somewhat incredulous herself. She ended her little
demonstration facing her son, hands on hips, with knees and neck
slightly bent. “How much do you think I grew just
overnight, dear?” She waggled her breasts
imperiously.
“I don’t know…”
Kyle mumbled. Carol maintained her posture, impassively drumming her
fingers against herself. Kyle sat up bleary-eyed in the bed, trying
to bring his burgeoning mother more into focus. “God it’s like…
I don’t know… probably half a foot overnight?” He gulped. How
long is this going to go on for? It already seemed wildly
unsustainable- the food, the furniture… the sexual behavior…
“That’s
right, honey…” Carol nodded grimly. “That makes me… Oh
I don’t even know anymore…” It was clear that
she had to be over 8 feet tall. Shrugging dismissively Carol
continued, “It doesn’t really matter. The point is…”
She cleared her throat in a no-nonsense kind of way. “…I don’t
want to wear clothes anymore. They don’t fit me, and if they do,
then they don’t fit me the next day.” Kyle withered under his
mother’s assertive stare. She paused meaningfully, and Kyle was
forced to nod along as his mother passively demanded his
acknowledgment of the facts. “Also, I… um…” Carol
stalled. She scratched her big fleshy belly absently, not quite
knowing how to proceed. “Here, make some room…” She
demanded, turning again to sit down on the edge of the bed.
Once again the poor
bedframe groaned and cracked in protest. Carol used one massive arm
to corral Kyle out of the way, and then after she had settled, pulled
him back into herself so that they were sitting side-by-side on the
edge of the bed. From here, the outward swoop of Carol’s enormous
breast was invading the space next to her son’s face, and indeed
each giant tit was easily three times the size of his little head.
That image sent a flicker of naughty delight down Carol’s spine,
but the comparisons didn’t end there. Pancaked out, each thigh was
almost twice as wide as both of Kyle’s scrawny little thighs
combined, and her thigh crowded into his space as well. Carol’s
girth covered most of the length of the bed. She flipped her hair to
the other side in a provocative kind of way, turning her upper torso
slightly towards her son, whose personal space was further invaded.
The massive woman brought her hand up behind Kyle, giving his back a
gentle, repetitive scratch with her nails. This also prevented him
from being able to pull away from her intrusive bulk. Carol slitted
her eyes as she gazed down at her dwindling son. He’s so small
now… She cleared her throat again.
Carol lowered her
voice to barely above a whisper, “I think we should… talk…”
she began before pausing several seconds. The short silence was
broken only by the sound of her nails digging into Kyle’s flannel
pajama shirt. Carol cocked her head, still beaming down at her son
who was looking straight forward, trying not to become unravelled by
the huge swollen nipple that was jutting out just beside his face.
She decided to take the indirect tack. “Have you ever… you
know… been with anyone?” The question
itself was inobtrusive enough, but the way Carol uttered it under her
breath made Kyle deeply uncomfortable. He responded shakily, pointing
out that he had been with two short-term girlfriends in high school
before he had graduated. “I know, and that’s
nice, honey…” Carol murmured. She let out a sharp exhale
through her nostrils, blowing her breath down over Kyle’s head.
“What I mean is…” the giant, naked
woman’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial, baritone rasp, “Have
you ever had sex before, honey? You know…
had sex with a woman?”
Kyle gulped, feeling
completely outmaneuvered. He was trembling now, despite the
incredible heat given off by his mother’s insanely proportioned
body. Carol grabbed him by the cheek gently, but firmly. She turned
his head up past her massive, swooping breast and locked eyes with
Kyle. She was expecting an answer, and there was no way he could
bullshit or sidestep under this level of scrutiny. “I-I… um, I
never…” Kyle sputtered. His cheeks burned a bright crimson.
“N-no, I-I’ve only ever kissed, that’s it...” Somehow this
confession made him feel miserable. He resented the fact that his
mother was forcing this out of him in such a direct and lascivious
way.
Carol let her breath
wash over Kyle again, savoring his discomfort, gradually
acknowledging how much she enjoyed this casual, naughty torment.
“That’s okay, sweetie…” She cooed, a little sneeringly.
“… but I think it’s time I started teaching
you…” Carol paused, taking in another ponderous
breath. “...Because every man your age should know how to
please a woman…” Carol began gripping and
squeezing Kyle’s shoulder now, digging in gently with her vice-like
hands. “Is that… something you’d want to learn from me?”
Kyle looked away, trembling so hard that Carol thought he might burst
into tears. She continued scratching his back for a few minutes, not
saying anything else. As much as Carol burned to do something…
something terribly forbidden… She was getting the sense that Kyle
was not yet up to this intense level sexually-charged interaction.
She sighed deeply. “Okay, hon, you should get dressed and have
breakfast.” Carol released her boy and pushed him gently
forward off the bed. “I need you to drive me to my doctor’s
appointment today. I don’t think your mom’s body will fit behind
the wheel anymore.” Kyle scuttled around Carol’s immense legs
with palpable relief in each step. No sooner had he left the room
than Carol thrust her fingers into her luscious, puffy cunt. She was
so wet already that she was sure to climax in no time. The huge lady
spread her legs out unabashedly, moaning in surprise when the frame
of Kyle’s bed snapped under her enormous feminine bulk.
After eating two
full boxes of cereal with a full jug of milk, Carol was ready to hit
the road. She had actually found a pair of shorts which could almost
fit her. It had been a purchase from last week which had turned out
quite a bit larger than she had wanted, but now it fit snugly about
her enormous waist with a pair of slits cut up the sides to make a
little more room for her awesome hips. There wasn’t a shirt to be
found which would come close to retaining Carol’s massive breasts
and upper torso, however. She had been forced to fashion a tube top
from a bedsheet. The sheet was a little narrow, and only just long
enough to fit around the entire circumference of her breasts and
upper back, but it did the job well enough for the occasion. Kyle had
to stow the back seat of the SUV in order to make room for Carol to
crawl gingerly into through the trunk. One or two neighbors walking
by in that moment were awestruck by the spectacle of Carol’s size
and girth, and Kyle pretended not to notice them, these people he
knew, for lack of any satisfactory explanation for what was now the
new reality of his life.
Upon their arrival at
the doctor’s office, the mother-son pair was greeted and directed
into an examination room. The receptionist appeared startled by
Carol’s size, but not shocked. Seeing as Dr. Young was both an
endocrinologist and metabolic physiology specialist, she was
accustomed to seeing some outlandish bodies go through the clinic. I
sat down in a chair while Carol pitched her gigantic ass on the edge
of the large exam table. It was the only obvious place for her to be,
since the rest of the chairs were laughably undersized for the
amazonian woman. The room was proportioned and organized in a way
that suggested it was designed to hold a whole family for a consult,
and the fact that they had been brought to this particular exam room
was probably not accidental.
Dr. Young appeared
after a few minutes, clipboard in hand. She was a small southeast
asian woman about the same age as Carol. “Hello there, Carol, how
are you- uhhh…” Dr. Young
faltered. She closed the door behind herself as she pushed her
glasses up her face. She
paused and peered closely at
the enormous woman in front of her. The doctor’s eyes tracked up
and down, taking in the impressive view and immediately her hand went
to her pen which went to the chart. She began scribbling notes
furiously, keeping her eyes trained on Carol for the most part while
glancing occasionally at her writing. The hulking woman grinned a bit
foolishly at this reaction, squeezing her huge thighs together sort
of ruefully- like a kid would. “I see we’ve had a bit of reaction
to the medication change, huh?” Dr. Young commented in
a detached manner as she
continued to gather data with her eyes and tabulate it efficiently
into the chart.
Carol
shrugged and leaned back a bit, pushing out her massive tummy. The
fact that she had grown so much made her a bit of a celebrity in this
situation, and she was enjoying the attention. Dr. Young asked a few
basic questions, initially focusing on Carol’s previous symptoms.
Carol replied that her headaches, her nausea, and her fatigue had
completely vanished since she had been fully weaned off the hormone
blockers. “That’s great…
That’s really great…” Dr. Young murmured as she wrote, pushing
up her glasses again. Her tone was like a void, indicating neither
approval nor concern, and she held herself up professionally while
starting to dig deeper into what was obviously a medical case for the
ages. “And how much weight did we put on? You don’t know?” The
doctor directed Carol to lay down on the table. “This table maxes
out at twelve hundred pounds, but I think we are still below that,
haha…” Her chuckle
sounded partially convincing at best.
Carol
laid down obligingly, and when Dr. Young logged into a nearby
computer console she couldn’t help but whistle at the result. “Wow…
869 pounds…”
She paused, recording the number, then mulling over the result.
“You’re a big lady, my
dear, haha…”
She grabbed a measuring tape. Kyle noticed there were graduated
measuring marks on the wall nearby, but they only went eight feet
high. Carol seemed quite likely to exceed this, and indeed, Dr. Young
noted with amazement that Carol had grown to a body length of 8’3”.
“So
tall!” she marveled, noting the data. “You’re more
than double
the mass that you were when I first took over your case…” Seized
by an impulse, Dr. Young inquired, “How much are you eating?”
Carol shrugged and looked over towards Kyle, who had been sitting
nervously, watching the entire proceeding. Kyle cleared his throat
and gave a quick summary of what Carol had eaten the previous day.
“No…”
Dr. Young gasped, clearly amazed. “No… really? That’s…” She
seemed to do a calculation in her head. Her eyes widened. “That’s
so many calories!” She declared. Carol just grinned and crinkled
her nose. She bounced her calves against the table in an alternating,
childish manner. She was loving this.
Dr.
Young continued taking notes and asking questions. Her temperament
shifted and she prodded a little more. “Now tell me, dear… What’s
the bad news? Any new symptoms?” Carol replied that she had been
more forgetful of late. Dr. Young glanced back at Kyle who simply
nodded in affirmation. Carol also mentioned having difficulty in
concentrating. She said that she was sometimes not tired, but more
like… lazy almost, like she wasn’t motivated to do much. Dr.
Young noted these things and pulled out her stethoscope. Gingerly,
she pressed the tiny-looking device into Carol’s
chest. The doctor’s eyebrows went up when she heard the strength of
the pulse and the beat rate of Carol’s massive heart. Next she took
out a cuff and with some difficulty managed to wrap it around the
full circumference of Carol’s massive upper arm. Again, her
instruments
produced a result that could be read on the doctor’s face. She
noted the data and pulled her stethoscope back down around her neck.
“Anything else I should be aware of?” Dr. Young inquired, using
that pressing, prying tone of hers.
Kyle shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and Dr. Young immediately
picked up on this and turned towards him expectantly. “Well there
is something…” He began. Carol bent her neck up from the table
and shot her son with a dirty look. Dr. Young’s eyes darted between
the two. She clicked her pen expectantly.
Carol
rolled her eyes in consternation. “Well…
there is this thing… sort of… down there,
you know…”
The massive woman inclined
her head southwards. Dr. Young raised her eyebrows again, and
politely asked Kyle to leave the room so that she could discuss these
things privately with her patient. “No-
don’t go…”
Carol pleaded
with surprising conviction.
Her voice filled the room, and Kyle froze in place. “It’s
just… He’s taking care of me now…”
She cast another glance down in Kyle’s direction, this time with
more of an affectionate, almost proud tone. “He
needs to learn about this stuff too…” Carol
asserted, pushing herself up into a sitting position. She positively
dwarfed the tiny doctor sitting across from her. Carol went on to
explain that she had been experiencing changes in her sex drive. She
emphasized that her breasts and her vulva had greatly increased in
size, even in proportion to the rest of her body. Dr. Young and Kyle
listened intently, the latter blushing terribly at the graphic
description.
“Do you have any pain?” Dr. Young asked, cutting Carol off in the
middle of her rambling medical history. Carol blinked, not
immediately understanding the question. “Do you have any pain… in
your vagina or your breasts?” She clicked her pen.
The
bluntness of the doctor’s question seemed to catch Carol off-guard.
“I um… no…
well, sort of…”
Carol began. Dr. Young quietly stood and walked over to her station
where she began putting on gloves. “It’s
not so much pain, really…”
Carol murmured,
“It’s more of
like, um… kind of like a burning… but it feels…”
The massive woman struggled to articulate herself and
blushing. “It
kind of feels good…”
She slumped her shoulders forward, as though she had just spilled a
dirty secret.
Dr.
Young finished donning her latex gloves with a crisp snap. “I would
like to perform a pelvic examination
and a breast examination.” She declared, bluntly again. The doctor
cast another sidelong glance in Kyle’s direction. “I really think
it would be better if-” Carol cut her off, again insisting that
Kyle remain for the examination. Dr. Young simply shrugged and
proceeded. “I normally do this with the patient seated, but I think
you’re too big for that, haha…”
She joked, awkwardly. Dr. Young went to push her glasses up her nose,
but seemed to remember she was wearing gloves, and instead wriggled
her nose in an unbecoming manner. “Now, you can remain laying down,
just um… If you wouldn’t mind removing your, uh… top…”
Carol happily obliged. She reached behind herself, jerking at the
knot which Kyle had tied earlier for her. The
fumbling attempt
wasn’t quite working, and after a few moments of struggle, Carol
grunted and simply forced the sheet up and over her gigantic breasts,
sending them bouncing free and unrestrained. Before Dr. Young could
begin the exam, Carol motioned to remove her shorts as well. “Oh…
Leave those on for now, my dear…” Dr. Young exclaimed. Carol
ignored her, waggling her magnificent ass out of the painfully
undersized shorts, and causing them to stretch and fray even further
before they slid off her immense hips. Carol mumbled something to the
effect of needing to remove them eventually for the pelvic. Dr. Young
simply shrugged and continued.
Dr.
Young warned Carol, appropriately,
just before touching
her huge breasts with gloved hands. “Yes,
please do!” Replied
the oversized woman, suddenly
beaming and giddy again.
She was trying hard to suppress the obviousness of her enjoyment, but
by the time Dr. Young had gotten started, Carol was grinning and
giggling like kid. Dr. Young was apologetic, but
professional.
It
seemed as though she had experienced odd reactions like this before.
“No, no… It’s
fine it just tickles
me… It’s cute…” Carol
piped, seemingly enjoying the sensation of the doctor’s delicate
little hands groping and
kneeding
her full, swooping breasts. Dr. Young asked about Carol’s nipples,
wondering if they had always been this swollen. “Well,
I’ve always had large nipples… They are getting much larger now,
though… And my aureoles too… It doesn’t hurt, but-
OH…”
She gasped, following up with a deep chuckle. “Haha...
Oh, but they
are more
sensitive though…” Dr.
Young apologized awkwardly again, and removed her gloves. She
scribbled furiously for a few moments, then put on another pair.
Dr.
Young proceeded to the pelvic exam, Carol being
already fully naked and on display. The doctor attempted to set up
stirrups with attachments for her exam table, but quickly discovered
that her equipment was not nearly large enough to accommodate Carol’s
massive size. Instead, she instructed Carol to spread her legs and
plant her feet firmly on the corners of the table, which Carol was
happy to do for her. The doctor then instructed carol to spread her
knees outward. Her left knee was able to rest against the nearby
wall, but her right knee remained hanging uncomfortably in the air
beside the table.
Dr.
Young glanced around, seeming a bit unprepared for the challenges of
this particular patient. “Ah, Kyle! I need to use your hands.”
Kyle had been staring at the floor, and now he rose to his feet,
looking less than thrilled or forthcoming. “Grab your mom’s knee
there, and just, uh… Hold it up. Support her, haha…
like a good son, haha…”
Dr. Young chuckled, seemingly in an attempt to smooth over the teen’s
obvious discomfort. Kyle shuffled to his mother’s side and gingerly
raised his hands up to support her knee. Carol
let out a satisfied sigh, relaxing her hip muscles and allowing her
boy to support most of the weight. She reached out with one oversized
hand and stroked Kyle’s head affectionately. Kyle smiled numbly
back at her then turned his head away as he supported the
considerable weight of her giant limb. Evidently he didn’t know
where to look, because his gaze fell upon Carol’s huge, puffy
vulva.
Kyle
couldn’t help but stare. His mother’s enormous genitals were
proudly displayed between her spread legs. A dark, womanly bush
adorned two meaty sets of turgid, swollen lips that seemed to go on
forever. Kyle hadn’t seen another woman’s pussy before- not up
close like this. He had seen pictures, but this
eluded any expectations he might have previously built up. The flesh
appeared to quiver slightly, folding and unfolding gently with
Carol’s full, deep breaths. The color was a deep purple, marked
with a sensuous, wrinkled texture between many folded extrusions.
There was a pleasant, musky smell emanating from the huge, hairy
muff, and Kyle felt a little light-headed in that moment which seemed
to stretch on forever. Snapping back to reality, Kyle looked away
again, this time to watch Dr. Young as she fiddled with a speculum-
something else Kyle had never seen before.
The
doctor fussed with her equipment for a minute or two, then she let
Carol know that she was going to touch her down
there…
“Of course, get
in there!” Carol
gushed, grinning effusively. She gave her son another tussle of his
curly hair. “Sorry
it’s a little… um… rank down there…” The
hulking woman chatted in a way that did not sound particularly
contrite. “It’s
a little hard for me to get into the bath these days…” Carol
glanced over at her son who was staring at the ceiling now. “I’ve
gotta get this young man to help me clean my- OH…
Well, hello there…”
Carol
let out a loud gasp as the doctor pushed her lithe little fingers
through her big hairy bush and into her slit. Dr. Young apologized
again, telling Carol to remain as still as she could and reassuring
her that this would not take long. “Mhm…”
Carol smirked, clearly enjoying the sensation of being handled with
such intimate attention. Dr.
Young probed the external vaginal canal, palpating the huge woman’s
many folds and crevices with professional precision. She bobbed her
head right and left, using the motion to direct her head lamp into
each recess as she went. Dr. Young made trivial small talk as she
worked, trying her best to distract Carol from the sensations that
most women found to be quite discomforting. Carol mostly nodded and
grunted in reply, letting out the occasional sigh, or low gasp.
“Sorry!” She
exclaimed putting her hand over her mouth. “That
tickles… I’m sorry…”
Dr.
Young continued her work. At one point she pulled back
the speculum and dumped it into a nearby tray. “This isn’t doing
anything for you, my dear… It can’t even reach that far, haha…”
The
doctor laughed, and Carol
echoed her, giggling along. “It’s okay though,” Dr. Young
reassured her. “I don’t really need it, actually… I can sort of
see all the way back there…” The doctor gently pried back some of
Carol’s genital flesh with a wooden tongue depressor. “Try to
relax, hon…” Carol grunted in reply and let her head sag down to
the table surface, sighing deeply. “That’s better, thank you,
dear…” Dr. Young’s head bobbed back and forth, and in a minute
she straightened back up, rolling her shoulders and cracking her jaw.
“All done! You did great, Carol.” The doctor snapped her gloves
off, taking notes while absently instructing her enormous patient,
“You can put your clothes back on. Kyle, please help her.” Carol
and Kyle silently went about the awkward task while the doctor
finished with her notes.
Presently,
Dr. Young sat down at her computer desk, now typing ferociously as
she spoke. “So…” She inhaled deeply. “Your pelvic and breast
exams are, well… I think they are within
a normal range
considering the rest
of your history. I would like you to keep monitoring for any changes
though, given the symptoms
relating to increased libido…” She turned meaningfully
towards Carol, inadvertently shining her in the eyes with the
headlamp which she had neglected to remove. “That’s the sex drive
stuff, haha…”
Dr.
Young chuckled at her own clarification. She continued. “I also
want you to start a daily diary for these things. You should also be
recording daily food intake.” She paused. “I would like you to
weigh in each day as well, but uh...
you might need to come in for that. I guess don’t worry about daily
measuring unless your weight is, uh… fluctuating a
lot, haha…” Carol
chuckled as well, shooting a haughty look at Kyle who groaned
inwardly, already anticipating a significant
degree of fluctuation...
Dr.
Young’s voice took on a more profession, more guarded tone. “I am
however concerned about your vitals. Your resting heart rate is 50
beats per minute. That’s quite low.” She chided. “I also note
that your blood pressure is 220 over 150… thats very high…”
Dr. Young clicked her pen a couple of times. She suddenly pulled out
a pad and began writing. “I’m going to give you a prescription
for nitro… I want you to take two sprays under the tongue if you
feel like you are having chest pain. I don’t want to prescribe you
any other heart or blood pressure meds just yet, since, well… This
is all rather unprecedented, and since you are otherwise feeling
physically well, I’m not too alarmed just yet.” Dr. Young ripped
the slip off her pad with a flourish and immediately proceeded to
write another one. “However, I am concerned about the
other things… These neurological and metabolic symptoms- your
forgetfulness, your…” She paused, “...your growth…
These are things that we wanted to treat in the first place.” She
ripped another script off her pad, this time, without the flourish.
“I’m writing you up another script for the hormone blockers…”
“No, not
again...” Carol
groaned.
Her hands clenched and her shoulders tensed up. “I
can’t go back to feeling like I did last month… I felt like
death…”
She
mused for a second, chewing her lip. “I’d
rather deal with these other
symptoms, given the choice…” Kyle
looked at his shoes, praying internally that Dr. Young would convince
her otherwise.
“I
know, dear, I know.” Dr. Young grabbed a hold of Carol’s hand. It
was about eight times larger than her own. “I’m going to draw
blood for more labs, but the previous results are quite
conclusive. Your body is no longer tolerating the hormone blockers.
They were
building up in your system and causing the symptoms that you
experienced.” Kyle sighed as he heard this. Getting
back on the hormone blockers had been his
last hope that his mother’s runaway growth could be staunched
quickly. Dr. Young backpedaled
further.
“I just… I want you to have options, just in case you need… an
emergency intervention… There’s always dialysis, or maybe
transplant if we need to...” Carol fixed her with a withering
stare, but Dr. Young, completely oblivious, caught herself in the
contradiction. “...But then I suppose
your organs and blood vessels aren’t going to be a very easy match
now, haha…”
Dr. Young handed the scripts to Kyle. “Please
get this filled… just in case, you know.” Kyle took the scripts
and stuffed them into his pocket. He was eager to leave.
Dr.
Young took Carol’s arm for a quick blood draw, then bid farewell
before briskly striding off to some other undisclosed task. Kyle
gathered up his and Carol’s belongings and they exited the clinic
in silence. The receptionist watched them go with wide eyes. How
does that woman find anything that fits her?
She watched through the window as the mother-son pair entered the
parking lot. Kyle popped the trunk and Carol obligingly bent down and
crawled in again. The vehicle dipped low with a loud creak, clearly
straining with the heavy load. Other onlookers stopped
to
watch in awe and fascination. Dr. Young appeared, and the
receptionist quickly went back to her keyboard, trying to appear as
though she had been working. “Linda, can you please make sure these
blood specimens get into today’s lab run? I need them rushed.”
The receptionist obliged, took the name and number associated with
the specimens and put
them into the fridge. She also
made
a note to call that particular patient soon to set up another
appointment next week, guessing quite correctly that she would need
to come in again sooner rather than later.