I hope you don't mind Amy but I've taken the liberty of continuing your story, I agree with some of the other replies that it's one of the best I've ever read so I think we need to continue it! This is what I imagine happened next...

Amy's heart pounded as she approached the doctor's office, the memory of Dr. Evans' firm foot against her stomach still fresh in her mind. The thought of being stepped on again, of feeling that weight, that power, sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.

She had been trying to convince herself that it was just a passing fantasy, a moment of weakness, but the craving for that sensation had only grown stronger with each passing day. She knew it was a bit strange, but she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards Dr. Evans, not just physically but also the sense of authority and control she exuded.

Stepping into the reception area, Amy greeted the receptionist with a nervous smile. "I'm here to see Dr. Evans," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course," the receptionist replied, checking her schedule. "Please have a seat, and I'll let her know you're here."

Amy found a spot in the waiting room, her mind racing with thoughts of Dr. Evans' muscular legs, her toned arms, and the way she had looked down at her with that knowing smile. She tried to focus on the magazine she had picked up, but the words blurred before her eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity, the receptionist called out her name. Amy stood up, her legs feeling like jelly, and followed her down the hallway.

Dr. Evans was waiting for her in her office, her desk neatly organized, her face calm and composed. Amy's heart pounded in her chest as she took a seat across from the doctor.

"Welcome back, Amy," Dr. Evans greeted her with a warm smile. "How are you feeling today?"

Amy swallowed hard, trying to gather her courage. "Actually, there's something else I wanted to talk to you about," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dr. Evans raised an eyebrow, her expression curious. "What is it, Amy?"

Amy hesitated, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "Well, it's about... about what happened last time I was here," she confessed.

Dr. Evans' smile widened, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You mean that little bit of pressure I applied to your stomach?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of flirtatiousness.

Amy nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I... I liked it."

Dr. Evans leaned forward, her eyes locking with Amy's. "You did?" she asked, her voice a soft purr.

Amy nodded again, her cheeks burning with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. "Yes," she confessed, her voice gaining strength. "I liked it a lot."

Dr. Evans smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, then," she said, her voice seductive, "why don't we try it again?"

Amy sat across from Dr. Evans, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been dreading this moment, but she knew she had to do it. She had to tell Dr. Evans how she felt.

"Dr. Evans," Amy began, her voice trembling, "there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about."

Dr. Evans looked up from her paperwork, her expression calm and composed. "Yes, Amy?" she asked gently.

Amy took a deep breath, trying to gather her courage. "I've been thinking a lot about what you said last time I was here," she confessed.

Dr. Evans raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "What did I say?" she asked.

Amy remembered the way Dr. Evans had looked down at her with that knowing smile, the way her foot had felt so powerful against her stomach. "You said... you said 'imagine if I'd STOOD on you!?'" Amy's voice trailed off, her cheeks burning with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment.

Dr. Evans' eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. She had thought that moment had been a fleeting fantasy, a moment of shared excitement that would never be revisited. But now, seeing the longing in Amy's eyes, she couldn't help but feel a stir of desire herself.

"Amy," Dr. Evans began, her voice soft and seductive, "I think I know what you're asking."

Amy's heart pounded in her chest. "You do?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Dr. Evans smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yes," she said, her voice a soft purr. "And I'm happy to oblige."

Dr. Evan stood before Amy, her muscular frame towering over the petite woman. Amy couldn't help but stare, her eyes tracing the lines of Dr. Evan's biceps, her chest, her thighs. She had always been intrigued by Dr. Evan's strength, her power. But there was something else, something that Amy couldn't quite put her finger on. It was as if Dr. Evan exuded an aura of authority, a sense of command that made Amy's heart race.

Dr. Evan smiled, sensing Amy's gaze. "You know," she said, her voice a low rumble, "I've always been a bit of a tomboy."

Amy's breath caught in her throat. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Dr. Evan continued, her eyes twinkling, "I've never been one to shy away from a little hard work."

She flexed her arms, the muscles rippling beneath the tight fabric of her scrubs. "I've always been strong," she said. "And I've always liked that about myself."

Amy felt a warmth spread through her body. She had always found Dr. Evan to be attractive, but now she felt something new, something more. She was drawn to Dr. Evan's strength, her confidence, her self-assuredness.

"You know what I find most attractive about you, Amy?" Dr. Evan asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Amy's heart pounded in her chest. "What is it?"

"Your curiosity," Dr. Evan said, her eyes locking with Amy's. "Your willingness to explore, to experiment."

Amy blushed, her cheeks burning with a newfound desire. She had always been curious, always eager to learn new things. But never had she felt so curious as she did now, standing before this powerful woman who seemed to hold all the answers.

"I want to know everything about you," Amy whispered, her voice barely audible.

Dr. Evan smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then ask me anything," she said.

Amy hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Dr. Evan's ear. "How heavy are you?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Dr. Evan's smile widened. "Oh, I'm quite heavy," she said, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Amy's spine. "I weigh about 290 pounds, give or take a few."

Amy's eyes widened. "That's a lot," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Dr. Evan chuckled. "It is," she agreed. "But it's all muscle."

She stepped closer to Amy, their bodies almost touching. Amy could feel the heat radiating from Dr. Evan's body, her muscles solid against her own.

"I like it," Amy whispered, her voice laced with desire.

Dr. Evan's eyes darkened, her gaze searing into Amy's. "Me too," she said, her voice husky with desire.

Amy's breath caught in her throat as Dr. Evans revealed her weight. "290 pounds?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

Dr. Evans nodded, her lips curling into a playful smile. "All muscle," she added, flexing her arms for emphasis.

Amy's gaze drifted downwards, tracing the lines of Dr. Evans' muscular frame. The way her biceps bulged beneath her scrubs, the way her thighs seemed to ripple with power - it was all so captivating, so... intoxicating.

A shiver ran down Amy's spine as she imagined Dr. Evans standing on top of her, all that weight pressing down on her stomach. The thought sent a wave of heat through her body, making her heart pound in her chest.

"I want to feel it," Amy blurted out, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Dr. Evans' eyes widened in surprise, but then a mischievous glint sparkled in them. "Oh?" she raised an eyebrow, her smile widening.

Amy nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "I want to feel all of your weight, Dr. Evans. I want to feel your muscles pressing against me, your strength overwhelming me."

Dr. Evans leaned in closer, her breath brushing against Amy's lips. "Are you sure you're ready for that, Amy?" she asked, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Amy's spine.

Amy swallowed hard, her body tingling with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm ready."

With a gentle touch, Dr. Evans guided Amy onto the floor, her movements slow and deliberate. As soon as Amy was lying flat on her back, Dr. Evans stood over her, her towering figure casting a shadow over Amy's petite frame.

Amy could feel the heat radiating from Dr. Evans' body, her presence filling the room with an aura of power and strength. Amy's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Dr. Evans slowly removed one of her shoes, revealing a bare foot that was surprisingly delicate and feminine compared to her muscular frame. She carefully placed her foot on Amy's stomach, the weight pressing down with a gentle force.

Amy gasped, her body instinctively arching off the floor. The pressure was immense, but not uncomfortable. It was a sensation that was both exhilarating and terrifying, a feeling of being completely dominated by this powerful woman.

Dr. Evans shifted her weight, her foot pressing down harder. Amy closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of Dr. Evans' weight on her body. She could feel the muscles in her stomach tightening and relaxing in response to the pressure, her body reacting instinctively to the overwhelming strength of Dr. Evans.

Amy could feel Dr. Evans' other foot raising to join the first. She held her breath, anticipation building within her. Then, with a gentle movement, Dr. Evans placed her second foot on Amy's stomach.

The weight doubled, the pressure becoming almost unbearable. Amy's body trembled beneath the weight, but she didn't want it to stop. She wanted to feel all of Dr. Evans, to feel her full power and strength.

Dr. Evans shifted her weight again, her feet pressing down with increasing intensity. Amy's body arched even higher, her muscles straining against the pressure. She could feel a wave of heat spreading through her body, a surge of desire that made her heart pound in her chest.

Dr. Evans continued to shift her weight, her movements slow and deliberate. Amy could feel her body responding, her own muscles tensing and relaxing in sync with Dr. Evans' movements. Amy could feel her own desire rising, a yearning for something more than just the sensation of Dr. Evans' weight on her body.

With a final groan, Dr. Evans released her weight...