Holly rolled the stool over beside the chair and climbed up onto the round cushion. A slight adjustment to the dental chair was all that was needed and she had it perfect. When she leaned over to make-believe she was working on a patient, she was pleased to find that her breasts were hanging, seductively, about an inch above the armrest. Good. Now she adjusted all the other equipment to match. When she was finally satisfied with the arrangement, she checked out the level of the chair’s arm to her bust one last time before walking out to reception area.
“Timmy,” Holly called into the waiting room. He reluctantly dropped the sports magazine onto the table and lifted himself from the chair. Holly immediately noticed that he seemed to have sprouted in the past six months. He must be three inc
