Introduction -
A few weeks after my 21st birthday I received a call from my MD's office to make an appointment for a special checkup, and the receptionist organised it to coincide with the end of the next period when I would be available.
I was going to write a quick account of my visit, but so much happened during the day that I decided to try and record it all, both for my own benefit in times to come, and also for anyone else that might read my story, and perhaps enjoy it. What I have done, is split it up into multiple posts, or it would be much too long as a single narrative. Then I have linked them together so I can navigate to all the different parts of the account.
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
Initial Obs – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training (this post) – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
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Student Training
I was escorted back to Dr Forrest's office, but she was talking on the phone when we arrived, so I was led to the side of her desk, then ordered to "Present". I love being put into this humiliating position, so I stood within arms reach of the doctor, put my hands behind my back, gripping onto opposite elbows, which thrust my breasts forward, then placed my feet a yard apart. With my legs spread I could feel my pussy lips peel apart, and knew that my pink insides were now displayed to my doctor, probably glistening with girl juice, since I was so excited, and even more so as I listened to Dr Forrest’s side of the conversation she was having.
“Sorry Brian, but I’m busy with a study patient at the moment... Yes, and she’s in the control group. 21, but she’s been in the study since she was 12. She’s stood beside me right now, fully presented.. I’ll just check, but I expect she is.” Dr Forrest reached over and ran a finger through my open pussy slit, then returned to her conversation, which was obviously about me, “Yes, she’s wet through, but then she always is... How many do you have?... Well we can probably accomodate all 4 of you, just give me 10 minutes to get her set up on the table, then bring them round.”
Having the intimate details of my case discussed with strangers while I was still there was a really massive turn on for me, and from what I’d just overheard, I assumed my examination was about to get more public. The nurse took me through an adjoining door into another exam room, with a large Ob/Gyn chair in the middle, rather than the flat table in the doctor’s office. My tummy started to get butterflies, as I remembered being brought in here before, whenever Dr Forrest performed her more special tests on me. While some of the procedures weren’t always easy to endure, they nevertheless ended up giving me a great deal of pleasure, the doctor always saw to that.
I climbed into the chair, and the nurse fastened the velcro straps round my wrists and ankles, so that I ‘wouldn’t fall out’, but just being restrained had my heart racing, knowing I would be helpless to resist whatever they wanted to do to me. Dr Forrest was taking instruments from various cabinets round the walls, placing them on a steel trolley table so they were all neatly displayed for me to see. Some of the shiny stainless steel tools I’d seen before, during previous exams, some of them I had seen while surfing the web, and a few I didn’t recognise at all.
When she wheeled the table over to the side of me, Dr Forrest explained that I was scheduled for a lot more tests at this stage of the study, now that I was 21 years old, and she would expect me to be much more mature in the way I handled them. I assured her I would try my best to behave properly, but I would use my safe word only as a very last resort. I knew from earlier visits that the milestone investigations could be quite traumatic, but I had never been seriously harmed, and Dr Forrest was always very careful that I experienced more pleasure than I did pain. The door opened at that point, and Dr Weston walked into the exam room, followed by two other young men, and a young woman, all of them dressed in white lab coats, with stethoscopes round their necks. I like Brian Weston, he’s a sexy looking guy, and I’ve always enjoyed having him examine me, he’s usually so thorough, and apologises when he’s going to hurt me. I’d never seen the other three people though, but Dr Weston introduced them all to Dr Forrest, explaining they were first year students, even though they looked young enough to be still at high school. He thought it would be really useful for them to experience a development research study assessment, and I would be a wonderful subject since this was a very important stage, when a young girl became 21. Brian Weston had a charming voice, and he always addressed me as a young girl, or a small child, as if I were still 10 years old, though in all honesty, in made me tingle all over, then seem to shrink in size as if I were only four feet tall. Dr Forrest was good at putting me in a submissive frame of mind, pliant to her instructions, but Dr Weston seemed to be an expert at molding my actual feelings into a 10 year old, not just my responses.
They all gathered round the chair I was seated in while Dr Forrest quickly explained my progress so far in the study, including what they has missed today, my earlier lactation test, which they were all invited to witness again later on, when it would be repeated, and the pubic hair development screen, which unfortunately they would not be able to see for another few weeks, since I was now shaved perfectly smooth. One of the young men asked why my bush had been removed if it’s growth was part of the study, so Dr Weston clarified that hair patterns were often allowed to follow the patient’s own preferences. His fingers trailed across the soft skin of my bare mound as he turned towards me, “Katie here likes to keep her girlcleft smooth and hairless, don’t you, little girl.”
“Yes Sir, it’s much nicer that way,” I replied.
“Then how can she be part of that section of the study program,” asked the other young man, “if she never lets her pubic hair grow.”
Dr Forrest answered this point, “Some of the program participants aren’t always co-operative, even though we remind them all not to shave for at least a week before their appointment. As it happens, the numbers don’t adversely affect the study, because it’s a large sample. However, our young Katie here is in a control group, so she’s never any problem, are you sweetheart.” The students looked a bit confused, so the doctor explained that many of the survey entrants were screened for inclusion in a special collection of members, called a control group. These had unassuming personalities, some were quite open to suggestion, some of them were eager to help achieve the objectives of the study despite many of the personal discomforts, and others, like Katie, were very submissive, obediently following any instructions they were given.”
“The next section of Katie’s review today is her genital development,” Dr Forrest announced, “so if you, Stuart, would like to tell us what to expect,” she invited one of the male students to comment.
“At 21 years of age the patient should have fully developed genitals,” intoned Stuart, sounding as if he was reading a text book, “large, fleshy labia majora, large labia minora, probably protruding to the outside, and an erectile clitoris, most likely not fully covered by the hood. She is expected to be sexually active at this age, with multiple partners, resulting in a well expanded vaginal passage.”
Dr Forrest said that was a rather stereotyped view, but adequately documented, though not always accurate, so perhaps they had better examine the patient. She manipulated the chair controls, and I was tilted into a reclining position, followed by the lower sections moving outward, spreading my thighs wide apart. I was now fully displayed to five doctors, every detail of my pussy visible to each of them, as Dr Forrest ran her fingernail along the outer edge of my lips, pointing out to Stuart that my labia were not quite as well developed as he had described. Dr Weston placed his thumbs on my petals, slowly pulling them open, then asking the students what other mistakes their colleague had made in his assumptions. The girl pointed out that I seemed to have an obstructed vaginal entrance, that was almost like a hymen, but even though I was far too old to still have my virginity, the vagina was definitely not expanded.
“We have a very interesting case for you here,” Dr Weston explained, “young Katie is, in fact, still in posession of her virginity, so you will have the opportunity to examine an intact hymen, without some of the restrictions usually associated with young children. Normally you would have to be extremly gentle, taking great care not to damage the hymen, which is a very delicate membrane. Charlotte, feel the outer surface of the hymen itself with your index finger. Don’t bother with gloves at his stage, Katie is quite clean, and you get much better sensations with bare skin contact.”
I could feel her finger stroking my cunny entrance, sending shivers through my tummy, then she said, “It feels quite soft, with a raised edge around the aperture.”
“Because a hymen can be very delicate, it’s important not to cause any damage,” Dr Forrest warned her, “which means when you examine a virgin, you cannot do it manually, but must perform only a visual observation. In order to see right inside the vagina, and inspect the cervix, you can, however, utilize a cytoscope, if you are very careful.” Charlotte was then instructed to pick up the cytoscope from the instrument trolley, show me what it was, and explain to me exactly what she was going to do with it, in order to reassure me that nothing unexpected would happen. When she started giving me a very technically precise description, Dr Weston interrupted her.
“That’s very accurate, Charlotte, but is unlikely to ally the patient’s worries, so you need to phrase your comments in terms that Katie can relate to. In order to do that properly, you should first of all talk with her to ascertain several pieces of personal information relating to her level of knowledge of her own body, and also the terms she prefers when describing herself. You should never just walk up to a patient and assume they have read all the text books on your study course, or use medical terms in their everyday speech. As a starter for you, Katie is quite knowledgeable about her bodily structure and functions, but has several levels of descriptive terms, depending on her mood, and the company she is in. At the moment she is submissive to our control, and when her pubic hair has been shaved by someone else, such as today, she regresses to 10 or 12 years old, so you need to address her in very childish terms. “
“Now then Katie, I have to look right inside your girlcleft with this telescope, to make sure that you’re OK,” explained Charlotte as she held up the cytoscope for me to see, while her spare hand softly stroked my bare mound. “This thin tube is what I’m going to put through the hole in your cherry so that I don’t damage it, and it won’t hurt you, then I’ll move it around to see your insides properly. It might feel funny squirming about in there, especially if it touches the sides of your tiny cunny tube, but you can see that it’s nicely rounded on the end, so it can’t scratch you.”
Under Dr Forrest’s directions, she carefully inserted the scope through my cherry, giving me a nice running commentary, then steered the end around every inch of my insides before finally removing the device from my girlcleft. Stuart and Richard, the two male students, were then invited to perform a virgin internal exam, in turn, and the cytoscope was again inserted into my kitten, but manoeuvred with much less skill than Charlotte. Their clumsiness, however, caused the end of the scope to keep rubbing the walls of my cunny, and the stimulation was building a climax inside me. Stuart had spread my lips open with his thumb and forefinger, so that he could insert the scope, but his hand remained in place throughout his examination of my cunny. The heel of his hand was pressing into my smooth mound, the pressure alternating as he moved around to different angles, and his pinky finger was curled underneath, so that it kept moving into my slit, rubbing against my button. Because of this stimulation I was very distracted, my heart beating faster as I became more turned on from his touch, and I was almost sorry when he finished with me. Dr Weston complimented him on his handling technique with my girlcleft, saying the stimulation of a patient’s sex lips and clit were a useful method of putting them at ease, however it must be very subtle, so as not to upset the girl if she thought she was being deliberately man handled. Her response would have to be judged by the doctor, but increased breathing rate, as demonstrated by myself, were a good indication of arousal, and lack of any complaint were also suggestive of compliance.
Richard was next, and he was really clumsy with the scope, and quite rough in spreading me open to gain access. He used his whole hand to open me up, his ring finger on one side, his thumb on the other, pulling my petals apart, while his two middle fingers rested either side of my button. At one point his grip slipped, probably because I was rather damp down there, and he seemed to make a fresh grab for me, but this time curled his fingers slightly, so that his nails were digging in to my soft inner flesh. It was quite painful actually, but the stimulation of having the scope squirming around inside my tummy only added to the contrasting pleasure. He had been checking out the entrance to my womb towards the end of his exam, and prodded it quite hard with the scope so many times, that I began to climax, moving my hips around, which just made it more difficult for him. Each painful stab of the scope just pushed me further over the edge, and I’m sure he was quite deliberately knocking against my cervix every time I moved. At last I quietened down a little, and he pulled the scope out of me, giving my cunny slit an extra tug upwards as he did so.
Dr Weston reviewed their performance, then asked, “What did you notice was unusual about Katie’s physical construction while you were all so happily ferreting around down there?” To my surprise they reeled off a long list of problems, all of which were happily discounted by Dr Forrest, I’m very glad to say, till they seemed to be getting rather desperate to find the answer one they should have noticed. Finally Dr Weston called a halt, “The purpose of this little exercise was to practice working round a young girl’s delicate hymen, and if not for Katie’s particular condition, you would all have failed because you became distracted, and neglected to take adequate care of your patient.”
Charlotte eventually offered an answer, much to everyone’s relief, “Sir, the hymen is supposed to be a very fragile membrane, isn’t it, and yet Katie’s cherry is still intact, despite having just undergone three internal examinations.”
“Well done, young lady,” Dr Forrest complimented her, “but a little late. If this had been any normal patient, no offence Katie, she would have been deflowered by now, due to your clumsiness, which goes for each of you. Females are very possessive of their virginity, particularly Moms that bring their young daughters in to see us, and while they may be prepared to surrender their maidenhead to a loving husband, losing it to a piece of medical equipment will not endear you to them. Not only will you likely lose a lucrative patient, you will probably face a malpractice suit as well, so be very careful in future. It may take some practice with the cystoscope to become proficient, but I’m sure we can make young Katie here available for you, now and again.”
“While Katie has a rather tough hymen,” continued Dr Forrest, “that has resisted all attempts so far to tear it, she is still reasonably expandable. How much can you take at the moment, little girl?”
Lowering my eyes, I responded, “Just my index finger, Miss, to full depth, and I have a small pink vibrator that I can squeeze in there without much discomfort.”
Charlotte was invited to insert her finger through my cherry, and it fitted inside me quite nicely, then Dr Forrest asked her to gently pull against the membrane, taking notice of how the stress lines developed where it joined to my inner walls. Under the doctor’s encouragement, she pulled harder and harder, in different directions, as Dr Forrest pointed out that the areas of pressure never showed any serious discoloration, so there was little danger of a split developing. She also indicated how the edge of the aperture itself was resistant to injury, noting that this could lead to serious problems later in life, if I wanted to marry. Stuart was the next one who got to finger my tight, spread cunny, and he grinned like a Cheshire cat the whole time he was following Dr Forrest’s directions, but he took reasonable care not to hurt me too much. When it was Richard’s turn he only managed to get to the first knuckle before I was fully stretched out, and I hadn’t realised he had such chubby fingers. Dr Forrest gripped my outer petals, pulling them apart, which stretched me a little more, then she turned and asked if I was OK. When I nodded, she encouraged Richard to push harder, and to twist his finger as well, and eventually, painfully, he managed to penetrate my cherry completely, with no damage, other than a serious ache that was making my clit twitch every time he moved. His hand was turned upward, and as he listened to the doctor’s explanation of the robustness of my hymen, he kept curling his finger inside me, slowly stroking my G-spot, pushing me toward an orgasm. Despite trying to remain calm, I couldn’t hold back as flashes of sexual pleasure exploded inside my tummy, and I thrust my hips towards Richard’s penetrating finger. As the sensations reached higher levels, Richard slowly pulled his finger out of my clinging girlcleft, dragging my cherry out from my body, small flashes of pain only adding to my pleasure.
Dr Weston said that was all they had time for today, and thanked me for putting up with their intrusion, then left the examination room, with his students following him out.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training (this post) – posted here
Dilation Test – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
hugs from Katie
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