In-room 202, Anne was all cosy in bed. It was over an hour ago, that Jason, who she had been having an affair with, had left her alone in that hotel room. With thoughts of the great sex that she had with him that evening, Anne started to drift off into a deep sleep.
As Anne was drifting into a deep sleep, an alarm was going off in room 225. The older lady in that room was not in a deep sleep, her alarm was one for her to start work for the evening. She got up from a brief rest in her bed and freshened herself in the bathroom.
Returning to the bedroom, she put on her long white laboratory jacket. Feeling turned on with excitement, she decided to not wear any underwear. Opening her dark blue bag, she put in the equipment she needed, some of which, she had kept in the mini bar fridge, and held it in her hand and by her side.
Stopping by the full-length mirror, she looked at herself. She was feeling good and felt the part.
Professor Wild was here and about to pay a patient a visit.
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After checking the spy hole in her room door, the corridor was clear and there was silence. Quietly, the Professor opened her door and walked across the corridor and stood outside her patient's room. Listening for sounds in the room, she placed her ear against the door, and as was suspected, there was silence. Softly, she inserted the hotel security card, she had in her possession and gently opened the door.
As she entered the room, it was dark, and silent, apart from the soft sound of breathing coming from the bedroom. Closing the door behind her, the Professor was starting to feel more excited, as she crept across the room. Not wanting to take any chances with how deeply Anne was asleep, she placed her bag on the carpeted floor by the side of the bed.
Luckily, the patient was sleeping on her side, facing away from the Professor. All her body covered in the soft clean white duvet, with just her head showing.
"I'm just going to have a look around Anne, see what you've been up to this evening. Sounded like you had some fun in here with Jason. You rest there now," the Professor whispered before laughing to herself.
The Professor liked knowing as much as you could about her patients, and this was the first time she had seen Anne in person. The bathroom had some toiletries Anne had brought, and a few towels left on the floor. Towels, Anne had shared with Jason a few hours earlier.
As she opened the wardrobe, Anne had hung up her clothes for tomorrow, white blouse, grey blazer, and trousers; her standard workwear from all the details, the Professor had seen. On the dressing table was a little bag with hairbrushes and some make-up. Anne wasn't one to wear a lot of make-up. On the chair was her underwear for tomorrow.
The Professor picked up her pants, they were quite big pants, with some frilly detail on the top.; a size 16, she must have gained a little weight. Then, she picked up her bra, it was white and full cupped, with a little frill on the edges and a wide strap. It was the biggest bra; the Professor had ever seen. She held it up against her chest and it looked huge; checking the label, it read, 36H.
Anne was very well-endowed, but the Professor already knew this. Then the Professor saw on the seat of the chair something else. It was what she had entertained Jason with. Holding it up against her body and looking in the mirror, it was a short, see-through white nightie, with some frill details around the edges. It was a size large.
The professor imagined that Anne would have been better suited in an XL, to accommodate her big bosom. Smiling, she then picked up, what appeared to be a piece of string, but it was a size large white G-String. She smelled it and took in the aroma of Anne's musky discharge.
"I can see you were turned on wearing these as much, as Jason liked them," the Professor said, as she turned around and walked across to look at Anne for the first time, slipping the G-String into her laboratory jacket, to keep as a memento.
Anne was quite average looking and looked as she did in her photos. The Professor sat in the space next to where she was lying asleep. She knew it wasn't Anne's face that had attracted her husband or Jason either.
"Now you rest there, my sleeping patient. You won't know who I am. We've never met, but I'm here about my husband, you see. I know all about your brief affair with him. In fact, I know about your affair with your friend's husband. I don't think she would appreciate what you've been up to."
Gently, she ran her big hand through Anne's short brown hair, comforting her patient and used her fingers to press down on the pressure points on Anne's head to further relax her and ensure she was in her deep sleep.
"I'm just going to take this duvet off you. I just want to see how you attract these men, in fact, I want to see the body, my husband chose instead of me, all those years ago."
As one of her hands gently stroked Anne's hair, the other hand slowly took the duvet off her body and to the side. Anne was sleeping on her side naked. The Professor looked at her quite pale flesh, following the curves of her hips, the tuff of hair of her pussy, the roundness of her belly and then her bust. Anne slept with one hand under the pillow and the other hand resting on top of her breast.
"Well, I can see how you attracted Howard and Jason. You're a big girl, Anne."
The Professor smiled, in awe of Anne's bosom, watching them wobble, as she breathed. Whilst still stroking her hair with one hand, she moved her other hand onto Anne's bust.
"Ohhh, my, those are very full. These are way more than a handful and I've got big hands, Anne. They are heavy too. I know your special name for that big bust of yours... the girls...I know your secrets, Anne."
The Professor placed her hand on Anne's shoulder and pushed her back, so Anne was now lay on her back. Watching in awe as her bust wobbled until it settled, spilling out to the sides, and looking like two big pots of jelly with cherries on the top.
With the Professor's bag on the carpet floor next to her, she took out the first needle, slowly releasing the trapped air and a droplet of the formula, the Professor laughed.
"Now this my tickle, Anne," the Professor said, but her tone changing to a chilling one.
With surgical position, the Professor leant down and pressed the needle into the soft fatty tissue of Anne's bust, several inches back from her nipple and in the underhanging section. Slowly, she pressed down on the syringe and released the formula into all of that bust tissue.
"Last one now, Anne."
The Professor pressed the needle into the same position of Anne's other bust. Once all the formula was released, slowly the needle was taken out and placed alongside the other needle in the Professor's bag.
The Professor got up from sitting next to Anne and again leaned in and stroked her hair with one hand, whilst holding her bag with the other.
"You rest, sleeping beauty and let the Professor's potion work its magic," the Professor whispered, but with great menace in her tone.
Still sternly looking at Anne lay in the bed, she continued, "I know how you and Jason joke about Paula's little boobs, how Jason is obsessed with your huge knockers, just like my husband. Well, you will be the one teased now Anne."
The Professor's face, now less friendly, looked into the dressing table mirror and admired herself and looked at her patient's reflection in the mirror too as she lay in a deep sleep, the Professor's revenge carried out.
