Lola (Part One)

By J. D. Tufts

I had been working as a therapist for years, when Lola, my busty new client developed a crush on me. She wasn't the first patient to become infatuated with me, but she might have been the prettiest, and my resolve began to crumble when I prescribed her a new medication that made her breasts start to grow.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. D. Tufts
• Release date: Nov 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005687083

J. D. Tufts

Jason David Tufts was born in Fort Wayne, Indiana on January 7th, 1984. Interested in writing fiction from a young age, he was drawn to the fantastical, and would marry this to his obsession with large and strong women while a student at Columbia, University. Iiving many years in Philadelphia, he currently resides in Seattle, Washington with his much taller wife Michelle and their twin sons.

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CHAPTER ONE

I had been a practicing therapist for fifteen years and I’d had many patients develop an attraction to me. It is a fairly typical thing. Your therapist listens to you, and they tell you almost nothing about themselves. They also don’t ask anything of you. It is pretty easy for a patient to confuse this relationship for something else when they are often coming to me to deal with traumatic pasts and problems with relating to other people.

Some of these patients had been beautiful young women. I could see how many therapists could abuse their power in these situations. It helps to know that the feeling that your patient is expressing toward you isn’t real. They’re grateful, but that’s not love. A lot of men don’t care about love at all though. Lust is more than enough to get them going.

Recently I had a patient like this who changed everything. She was nineteen, and her father was paying for her sessions, though this was ironic because according to her, her father was the problem. That was not an uncommon dynamic in therapy. We went over that extensively in our first session.

Her name was Lola, and she had a gorgeous face, with big brown eyes and jet-black hair. She was on the tall side, around five-foot-nine, a couple of inches shorter than me. She came to our first session wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, and a tight red sweater. She had very long legs, and