This is a series of stories about the women of a company that uses a paw print as its logo. I make no representation as to the truth of these stories or who they may or may not represent. Chronologically, this appears between "Anna" and "Anna and her daughter" but stands alone as well. Medically, it is a precursor to "Caroline."
I returned to work on Monday morning and found an e-mail from the company nurse asking me to come to her office for some medical screening and lab work at 5:15. I was surprised about how late the appointment was, but when I called to ask about that, I got her voice mail and figured it was just a busy day and that was when she could get me in.
I first met Pam when I was hired and she was easy to remember. Although she was only about 5-4 or so, she always wore heels which made her appear taller and, of course, tightened and raised her butt. She had medium length dark hair, and was not skinny, but not yet fat either; maybe sort of full figured in a shorter body. Of course, with that fuller figure came a set of large breasts, which she held quite secure in bras that were very firm, but also gave her impressive cleavage that she was not reluctant to show in her choice of clothing.
I walked into Pam's office right at 5:15. She rose from her desk wearing tan tactical pants and a button-down blouse that was struggling to contain her breasts. The buttons were strained to the point of either popping off or popping out of the button holes.
"Thank you for coming in so late." She said pleasantly as she reached over to the counter and picked up a container and one of those hospital gowns. "Why don't go to the bathroom across the hall, take off your clothes and put on this gown. While you are in there, give me a urine sample too. I'll get set for the rest of the exam." I said ok and went to the bathroom. I had no idea why I would need to get undressed for the exam, but I figured there was some purpose in it. I fought to find a way to tie the gown around me to provide some coverage.
I returned with the gown wrapped tight around me and the container full in just a few minutes. Pam was now dressed in a lab coat that was absolutely tight on her entire body and forced her breasts up and out so that her areola's had to be just below the white fabric. I was used to seeing the tops of her breasts in her normal clothes but this made them almost scream at me.
"Please step up on the scale," she directed. I walked over and stepped onto one of those gym scales where you had to balance the weights. I moved them myself while she looked and wrote the results on the "Physical Exam" document on her clipboard.
"Please sit at on the end of the exam table," she said sweetly. Pam took her little flashlight and checked my eyes while I looked straight ahead. She checked my ears, then held down my tongue with a depressor while she looked down my throat. She pulled her stethoscope out and listened to my heart and lungs. When she was listening to my chest, her hand brushed one of my nipples, causing further stirring in my crotch. That was followed with blood pressure and she wrote all the results down on her form.
She came back with the blood sample tray and pulled my arm out to prep for a blood sample. After she wiped the area with the prep pad, she tucked my wrist up under her arm to hold it firm while she stuck me with the needle. That pushed her breasts up even more and also placed them just inches from my face. I felt movement in my crotch and glanced down to confirm what I felt: my cock was now fully hard and clearly tenting the stupid hospital gown.
When she completed filling two tubes, she released my arm. I thought I caught her looking down at my crotch and smiling, but she turned away quickly.
"OK, Steve," Pam said with her back to me. "Could you please stand up straight in front of the table?" I hopped off the table stood there as she turned towards me. With her heels, she was about six inches shorter than me, but firm and fully packed.
"I'll need you to pull up your gown for me," Pam told me. That was not something I really wanted to do in my present state, and I did not see any need for it
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Pull pull up your gown for me," she said slowly. "I need to inspect and take some samples in your genital area." She held up some swabs to illustrate her point. "This is a standard part of the exam that has been requested for you. And it's not like I have not seen this stuff before. But if you really want, I can reschedule you for next week when the doctor is in." The part-time company doctor was a 50-something, very obese woman. Given the choice, I would rather expose myself to Pam.
I slowly pulled my light blue gown up and exposed my hard dick pointing straight up and my ball hanging underneath. I watched Pam's eyes as they took the sight in and heard her inhale as her eyes widened.