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 – posted here
Dilation Test (this post) – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
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Dilation Test
“Now then Katie,” said Dr Forrest, “are you ready for the next part of your investigations, they may cause you some more discomfort, I’m afraid. We have to test the expansion tolerance of the various openings into your body, so we will need to stretch you as wide as you can possibly go. Because I’ll be pushing your limits more than usual, you are allowed to use your second safe word to request a short pause. Do you still remember what it is?”
“Yes Miss,” I replied, “the safe word is ‘Sufficient’. But I promise that I’ll try not to use it unless I absolutely have to. I want to be a brave girl for you, Miss.”
Dr Forrest patted my hand, “That’s very good of you, Sweetheart,” she encouraged, “you’re one of my favourite patients, and you always make me extremely proud of you. Now, let’s get you opened up shall we.”
The first instrument she picked up from the trolley was a spreader that she clamped onto each of my outer pussy lips, then squeezed the handle to push my petals apart, each click of the ratchet forcing my slit wider open. When the outside of my girlcleft was spread, the doctor brought over a shiny steel speculum, quite small in size, which she called her ‘little girl opener ‘, and she had used before to open me up during my previous exams. She inserted the slender probe through my hymen quite easily, then turned the first of the adjusting screws, slowly opening the four legs that made up the central column. There was a groove near the top of the legs that located on the edge of the opening through my cherry, keeping the speculum correctly positioned, and as the doctor slowly turned the screw further and further, my aperture was forced open by the steel legs. When I was feeling quite well stretched, Dr Forrest said she’d taken up all the slack, and it was now time to give me a proper widening as she adjusted something on the steel instrument wedged into my little girlcleft. The next turn of the screw gave an audible click, which is one of the triggers that we had discovered during my previous discussions with the doctor. The sound reinforced the feelings in my tight cunny where it was being extended, making it seem as if I’d been opened another inch, rather than the fraction that it actually was. Dr Forrest had once put an anal speculum in me, and opened it up, then used a clicker to simulate the instrument opening till I thought I’d nearly been ripped apart, while in fact she had stretched me to only one inch diameter. It’s all in the mind, and even though I know that the sound doesn’t indicate any size, I still imagine I’m being opened much wider than I am.
It took quite a few clicks to get my hymen spread to 1.2 inches, which the doctor said was very poor for a girl of my age, anyone would think I was only twelve years old with such a tight little girlcleft. Dr Forrest, of course, knew quite well the effect her comment would have on me, reinforcing strong feelings that I was reliving that point in my childhood, young and helpless, spread out at the mercy of someone in authority. Turning another handle on the speculum, Dr Forrest now extended the four stainless steel legs that were inserted into the cavity of my vagina, pivoting them outwards till they pressed against my inner walls. I could feel the delicate lining being forced further and further apart with each turn, even building up the pressure around my cervix as the supporting muscles were now expanded to the limit. By the time she stopped I was gasping from the growing pains in my lower tummy, and I felt like I had a football inside me. The doctor took a flashlight to examine deep inside my spread girlcleft, using a probe to press certain areas along the walls, then angling it upward to find my g-spot, which she rubbed lightly till I was thrusting my hips upward as my sexual excitement grew higher. I was not looking forward to the next bit, as she showed me the swab she was going to use to for my smear test, it looked far too big to be going inside me, but I hardly felt anything as it was being inserted. When it touched my cervix it was more uncomfortable though, but not too much so, however, the brush really stung as the doctor slid it through the tight muscle ring at the entrance to my womb, then pulled it back out. She put them in their transport tubes, marked them up for testing, then asked nurse Sandra to get them sent off.
Dr Forrest now brought over a tapered metal rod, about the size of a pencil, “Do you know what this is for, my little sweetheart,” she asked me, and I shook my head, even though I had a very good idea what she was going to do with it. Part of playing my role as a young girl is to appear naive and innocent, which excites me with my helplessness, and it allows Dr Forrest to indulge her love of the younger patient without the added complication of parental consent. “We have to test if the inside of your little cunny is able to stretch wide enough to have a baby, when you decide to be a mommy,” she told me, her face all smiles as she stroked my lower tummy, just where my soft, bare mound swells up. “Don’t worry about it, my love,” she encouraged, “we will only have to slide this very tiny end through your tight little cervix, up into your womb, then leave it for a few minutes while you get used to being widened.
Nurse Sandra came over and added extra Velcro straps to my knees and elbows, because “they don’t want me moving about while my lady bits are made bigger”, then she adjusted the backrest and the mirror stand so that I had a view right between my legs. Whenever the nurse and the doctor weren’t stood there working on me, I could clearly see all of my hairless pussy, obscenely stretched wide by the shiny metal clamps. There was an even better view as the nurse moved the styrups further apart, tightening the sinews along my inner thighs, as I was nearly put into a full ballet splits position. When Dr Forrest eased the steel rod through the middle of the speculum that was wedged into my pussy, I could feel my tummy tightening up at the prospect of it going deep inside me, then finally it actually touched my cervix, and the doctor rubbed the rounded end across the opening. Locating the central depression, Dr Forrest slowly pressed the probe inwards, twisting it round to force open my cervix with the steel tip, until it was inserted a short distance into my womb. Letting me rest for a moment, the doctor stroked my tummy, easing the cramps a bit, then she pushed the tapered rod into my girlcleft another inch, stretching my insides further. A short rest, then another push, and I could now feel myself being impaled more, a pause, another push, even harder this time, causing a sharp pain deep inside my pussy as my cervix was forced to spread open. Dr Forrest stopped inserting the probe, and attached it to a special clamp on the speculum, holding it in position so that I couldn’t push it out with my pelvic muscles. My poor pussy was now fully stretched, my hymen, my vagina, and now my cervix, all forced to spread wide open by these cruel steel instruments that were now locked in place.
“OK, Katie my love, we’ll let your little girl parts rest for a moment to get used to the stretching,” Dr Forrest informed me, “but we’ll take a look at your cute bottom while we’re waiting, shall we.” She asked the nurse to lubricate me, and Sandra squeezed some gel onto my rosebud, then rubbed it in gently, working round the tight hole, then pressing her finger slowly into my rear end, and deep inside my butt. I could fee her finger working the gel all around the inside of my hole, which is very sensitive, and I was beginning to get worked up when she pulled out. After wiping her hands, she gripped the cheeks of my ass, and slowly pulled them apart, completely exposing my bottom hole to the doctor. Bringing over a regular speculum, Dr Forrest greased the two legs, then slowly eased them through my sphincter, and into my bottom, pushing and twisting the shiny instrument round as it penetrated to its full depth. It wasn’t too difficult to fit the device into me, as I often play with my bottom, inserting all sorts of toys and other objects in there. The speculum was fitted with handles to spread the two legs, and a screw to lock them open, or else to slowly spread the legs further apart. Dr Forrest chose to squeeze the handles, quickly stretching my bottom till I thought it would split, then as I began to whimper at the mounting pain, she released them, allowing me to return to my former size, much to my relief. However, my reprieve was short lived, as she spread me painfully open once more, holding me stretched for a few minutes as she moved the speculum round inside me to inspect deep into my rear. I sighed loudly as the pressure was released, then the doctor turned the instrument 90 degrees, and quickly stretched me again, forcing another moan as the pain began to intensify. For the next ten minutes Dr Forrest would squeeze the speculum handles hard, rapidly expanding my anal ring and rectal passage, then release, rotate a quarter turn, and force me wider in the opposite direction. The vertical stretching was particularly painful, as the speculum legs pressed against the device inside my spread girlcleft, trapping the inner walls between them, and forcing them upward, which put additional strain where my cervix was being dilated. Finally she left the device expanding my little bottom from side to side, then turned the screw to widen it even further, adding to the agony of my already spread rear passage. When I was sure that I would tear open any minute, Dr Forrest stopped the cruel expansion, but left me gaping widely as I was.
Moving to the head of the table, the doctor explained that I would have to remain stretched like this for a short while, to allow my body to adjust, but in the meantime I had another sexual hole that she needed to test for expansion. Nurse Sandra brought over a strange metal device made of rods and levers, which she fitted over my teeth, then I recognised that it was a mouth clamp like my dentist had used on me when I was in high school. As the nurse pressed the levers at each side of my face, the clamp forced my jaws wider and wider apart, till it felt like my chin was on my chest. When she stopped, the nurse brought over a mirror to show me how well I had done, and it looked just like the Lincoln Tunnel in New Jersey, as if you could drive a bus through it. Dr Forrest stood beside me, with her hand stroking my breast, playing with the erect nipple, “Now then Katie,” she said, “part of your review at this stage concerns oral sex, which we know you are familiar with from the previous questionnaires we have been through with you. However, it’s time for you to have a practical test, especially since your mouth expansion seems to be adequate with the clamp in place.” Nurse Sandra handed her a pink plastic dildo, quite realistic looking, with veins, large tapered helmet, and a cute retractable foreskin that Dr Forrest rolled back for me to see. “This is about the same size as the one you have at home, I believe, so we will use this to document the initial test.” the doctor explained , “Now just relax sweetheart, breathe through your nose, and I’ll slip it inside.” As she eased the fake cock into my mouth I ran my tongue around the head, and the foreskin, then along the shaft as it was pushed further into my mouth. The clamp was a nuisance though, because I couldn’t wrap my lips round it to suck, like I usually do when I play at home, or with some of the guys I’ve sucked off occasionally. Dr Forrest removed the dildo, then Nurse Sandra tilted the table headrest back, lifting my chin, and my clit started to tingle at what I knew was coming. “Alright, my little lady, let’s find out if you can be a good girl and swallow Auntie Bev’s nice cock, shall we.” I really loved it when Dr Forrest played auntie instead of doctor, and I obediently relaxed my throat as she fed the dildo in further and further, over my tongue, past my tonsils, and slowly into my throat. “Oh my darling,” she praised me, “that’s wonderful, now just relax and breath. I’m so proud of my little niece taking all of this lovely cock down your throat.”
I was delighted that Dr Forrest was pleased with my achievement, it was something that I practiced quite often at home with my own dildo, and recently I’d been able to take it all without gagging.
The doctor asked Nurse Sandra to keep an eye on me, as she wanted to leave the dildo in place for a while, and I seemed to be quite alright breathing through my nose at the moment. Sandra’s idea of keeping an eye on me was to massage my titties, and pinch my erect nipples every so often, which I found very stimulating, and distracting. Dr Forrest now turned the screw on my anal speculum, and widened my poor bottom even more, which would have made me squeal a little, if my throat hadn’t been so full, but all that came out was a muffled moan. Then she turned each of the screws in turn on the speculum that was wedged into my tight cunny, which really hurt me, bringing another small whimper from me. The only respite the doctor allowed, was that the dilator wedged into my cervix was now removed, but Dr Forrest quickly showed me another one, much thicker, and this time I did manage a squeal as the tapered steel rod forced the tight mouth of my womb to expand and let this cruel intruder penetrate deep inside my tummy. As I tried desperately to cope with the pain inside my cunny, Dr Forrest began to stroke her finger nail along my clit, which had hardened the moment she had expanded the two speculums. Pressing down at the top of my slit, the doctor peeled back my hood, and I could feel the breeze across my naked shaft, unprotected and exposed now, as she scraped her nail along its naked length. When my excitement had risen almost to a climax, she pressed on the dilator, painfully forcing another inch inside me, and stretching my cervix even wider as the agony took the edge off my passion. Three more times Dr Forrest brought me nearly to a peak, dragging me down again as my womb was widened more and more, until finally everything exploded at once, and I came amazingly as my hips thrust as far as they could against the restraints. Nurse Sandra twisted my nipples, and Dr Forrest pinched my clit hard, holding the dilator steady so that I could force my own pussy onto its widening length with each passionate wave that washed over my struggling naked body. As my climax took over, Nurse Sandra eased the dildo out of my throat, allowing me to draw air into my lungs and fuel my gasps of sexual excitement.
When I had calmed down, Dr Forrest locked the cervical dilator in place, and removed the mouth clamp, then she brought over another long steel rod with a rounded end, and a slight bend about two inches along the shaft. “You might not like this one, Katie,” she warned me, “it’s called a sound, and I’m going to slide it up your little pee hole, all the way to your bladder. Don’t worry, it’s not too big, despite what you may think, but it will stretch your tube more than it’s used to.”
After applying some KY jelly, the doctor slowly pushed the shiny steel sound deep into my urethra, stretching that hole as well, but while it was uncomfortable, I was able to tolerate the pain quite well as it entered further inside my body. It was a different matter when she rotated the rod, as this made the bent end describe a circle in my lower tummy, which felt like it was tearing my bladder out of its position, and tying knots in my pee tube. She did this about three times as the sound went further inside me, until it finally reached my bladder. “That was wonderful Katie,” the doctor commended me warmly, “you did really well to put up with that for me. It’s not an easy procedure, and some of the girls we see make such a fuss about it. You, however, are a real treasure, my own obedient little girl, allowing me to do whatever I want with you.”
“Thank you very much Miss,” I replied quietly, “I’m trying my best to be brave for you.”
“Well I’m pleased you are so co-operative sweetheart, because I just love working with you, every time you come and visit us. Unfortunately the sound that’s inserted into your bladder at the moment is only the first in a set, and I’m going to make you take five more, each one will be bigger than the last, and it will stretch your pee hole even wider.” Dr Forrest saw the concern on my face, and said, “Don’t worry petal, I promise I won’t tear anything down there, and you know very well that you can cope with high pain levels. Now then, let’s get started shall we, it’s nearly lunchtime, and we need this section to be completed.”
She began to remove the sound from my aching bladder, which felt even stranger than when it had been inserted, though not as painful. As it came out of my hole completely, I could feel a trickle of pee escape, then run down my pussy right into my stretched vagina, collecting against my cervix. Dr Forrest took the next sound from the nurse, which didn’t look much bigger than the previous one had done, but when she pushed it through my pee hole, it felt massive, every inch that it travelled up my urethra, seemed to force me wide open. This was much more agonizing than the first one felt, though when the doctor paused it soon eased off, only to come back just as strong when the probe was once more pushed, relentlessly, deeper into my helpless young body. When it was fully inserted in my urethra, forcing it excruciatingly wide, Dr Forrest locked it in place to allow my body to get used to this enlargement. While we waited, she turned each of the adjusting screws on my vaginal and anal speculums, stretching my pussy and bottom even further.
The next two sounds were even more agonising as the doctor drove them unremittingly along my already sore, stretched pee hole, even bringing tears to my eyes near the end, but I managed to hold out all the way, without calling a halt. It has always been a matter of personal pride to me that I am able to push my limits without wimping out, but I must admit Dr Forrest was taking me pretty close to the edge today. She showed me the final sound that she had in this set, and to be honest, it looked really massive, so that I was having doubts, and said I didn’t think that I would be able to take it.
Dr Forrest assured me that I had taken the previous sounds really well so far, and while this one might be difficult, a young girl like me would be able to stretch wide enough, especially if I did as I was told. Her final comment was enough to convince me, as I’ve no doubt she knew very well, and all my previous reasonable concerns melted away, apart from the trepidation that is.
Lowering my eyes, and putting on my best little girl voice, I answered, “Yes Miss, I’m sorry to have been so difficult. Please do whatever you think is best for me, even if it means forcing that fat metal rod into my little girlcleft.” As the words came out, I could imagine the shiny steel sound pressing on the entrance to my pee hole, forcing its way inside me, and I would be helpless to stop it, no matter how much it hurt me. Dr Forrest now did exactly what I had feared, rubbing the outside of my pee hole for the longest time, sometimes even rubbing the metal probe across my clit as well, which made me jerk my hips upward. Finally she finished toying with me, and pushed the first inch of the smooth sound into my urethra, stopped, then pulled it back a little way, stroking her fingernail along the stem of my quivering clitoris. Suddenly she rammed the next inch into me really fast, just like that, making me squeak in painful shock, then she pulled back and began to push the rod in and out of my tight little passage way, almost like fucking me. After just a few minutes of this most of the pain died down, and the penetrations began to stimulate me, till the doctor drove another inch deeper into my pee hole again, forcing the next section wider, and getting another squeak from me. There were six inches of hard steel rod thrust inside me in agonising stages, stretching me so much wider than I’d ever thought possible, and every so often Dr Forrest would retract the probe nearly all the way out, and start again. These repeat insertions were not as painful now that I had been opened up somewhat, but her method of thrusting quickly, then withdrawing, proved to be most distressing for me. When she had forced the hard rod all the way down my pee hole into my bladder three of four times, the doctor left it deeply embedded, then began to press on my lower tummy, just above my mound. She anchored her hands in position by digging her thumbnails into my puffy vee, level with the top of my girlcleft, then she pressed hard with her fingertips feeling for my bladder, sometimes curling inwards to embed her lovely red nails in my delicate flesh. After a while she was still having difficulty, so she asked Nurse Sandra to rotate the sound, while pressing it further in. Taking hold of the end protruding from my clamped and spread girlcleft, the nurse rotated the shaft causing a squirming sensation inside my tummy, just above my pubic bone, which felt like a snake had crawled up there. I looked down between my spread legs, and could see Nurse Sandra holding the projecting sound with the end turned upward, meaning the end inside my tummy would now be turned down as Dr Forrest tried to locate it, making her task much more difficult. The nurse began to swivel the end of the sound, describing quite a large circle, and I could clearly feel the opposite end making the same movement deep in my bladder, with the widely stretched intervening passage being contorted in all directions. As the pain mounted higher and higher I was really struggling to cope as my poor lady bits were twisted and stretched, and finally I had to use my second safe word to request a short pause. “Please Miss,” I asked, “is that sufficient?”
“Yes my darling,” she responded, “Sandra, can you please hold on a minute and let our little girl rest.”
“I’m really sorry, Miss,” I said quietly, “I was trying to be a brave girl for you, but my poor tummy just hurts so much.”
“That’s alright, little one,” Dr Forrest said, stroking my hair, then giving me a kiss on the cheek, “You’ve done really well up to now. I must admit though, I am trying to expand you much more than I have on any of your previous visits, but you’re my special little girl, you see, and I know that you can take the pressure.”
“Right then, let’s carry on.” the doctor said, in her stern voice, “Sandra, turn the sound over, and pull it nearly all the way out, then slowly push it right back, but an inch further into Katie’s cleft each time.”
Having rested for a while, I was now able to cope with the fat metal shaft viciously stretching my poor little pee hole with each stroke, inwards and outwards, widening my most delicate flesh, and also making the inner surfaces sore from the constant friction. Sometimes Nurse Sandra would press the protruding section of the sound downwards, forcing the opposite end to lift up and rub painfuly along the back of my pubic bone, then Dr Forrest would point out to me the small lump that marked the end of the sound moving up my tummy as she pressed it downwards. After several minutes the sound was clamped in place onto the speculum, and the nurse then turned each of the adjusting screws, widening the outer vaginal spreader first, to pull my petals further apart. Next was the cherry ring on the speculum wedged in my girlcleft, then the internal legs were forced further apart inside my love tunnel. Dr Forrest now un-clamped the long steel shaft that had dilated my cervix, pressing it deeper so that the tapered end painfully widened my tight muscle ring once more, then clamped it back in place. My anal speculum was the next to be adjusted, and the doctor was able to expand my bottom quite a bit more.
Dr Forrest now brought over another dildo that was slightly larger than the previous one, tilted my head back, and slowly inserted inch after inch, making me open my mouth wider as I swallowed the fake cock. While it seemed more difficult to take the larger shaft, I did manage to do it, allowing it’s full length down my throat as the doctor fed it to me. The dildo was again left in place for a few minutes while the doctor went round all of the instruments that were wedged into my helpless body, turning the adjusting screws to stretch me even further, and pressing the dilators a little deeper. As the pain mounted again, she removed the dildo to let me breath easier as I tried to cope with the fast increasing stress of being expanded to such a degree.
“We need to leave you for a little while now, Katie,” Dr Forrest informed me, “you’re nearly fully dilated, but a few minutes rest to get used to it, and I’m sure we can open you up a little bit more.”
They both walked out of the exam room, leaving me fastened into the Ob/Gyn chair, spread wide in every way possible, and completely helpless. I looked over at the mirror stand that had been set up so that I could watch what was being done to me, and the sight was absolutely thrilling, all my holes were stretched wide with shiny steel instruments, fully exposing my innermost parts to the world. Well, perhaps not the whole world, but when Nurse Sandra had left the room, she pushed a portable screen back against the wall so that it no longer shielded me from the door, or the tall mirror which was fastened to wall opposite. When I looked carefully, as with the doctor’s main office, I could see right into the waiting area, where about a dozen patients were sitting, and of course, that meant they could also see me, naked, fastened down, and completely displayed to them. The thought of being exposed to so many people, was making me excited, and between my legs I could feel the hood peel back as my clit hardened, sticking out from my spread slit. Mind you, they weren’t exactly looking my way all the time, watching me, but every now and then one of them would look up from a book or magazine they were reading, and glance my way for a short while, secretly enjoying the lovely spectacle of a naked woman revealed for them. When one of them went to the restroom, they could no longer see me through the door because the angle was wrong, but as they reached the entrance to the restrooms they could now see my reflection in the wall mirror. This also put them much closer, so they had a better view, and their position down the corridor shielded them from the other patients in the waiting room, so they could take their time to enjoy the scenery.
After about ten minutes, Dr Forrest returned and adjusted each speculum to spread me even wider, resting her hand on my naked breast, and intently watching my expression as I was opened up. Not only that, but she didn’t close the door when she came in, allowing everyone else to freely watch my ongoing ordeal. When she was satisfied with the results, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, and once more left me to rest, but still on display. She returned twice more to expand the devices jammed inside me, until I was positive that I would split open like a paper bag, but she just commended my bravery, stroked my hair, kissed my cheek, then left me to suffer some more.
At last I was released, each speculum closed up to allow my poor flesh to try and return to it’s previous shape, and removed from my body, then the sound was extracted from my pee hole, and finally the dilator drawn out from my cervix. It felt really strange now they were gone, as if I was gaping open down there, and I could feel the risidual soreness everywhere that had been stretched.
I was also released from the chair, all the velcro straps undone, and allowed to stand, although I had to let the nurse steady me while the feeling came back into my legs.
Dr Forrest said we would take a break now as it was lunchtime, and left me with the nurse. I was told to clasp my hands behind me, then Nurse Sandra took me over to the water cooler, on the far side of reception, still completely undressed, and right in front of everyone there. I was turned to face the seating area while the nurse drew a cup of water, then held it to my lips so I could drink without releasing my hands. Next, I was taken to the restroom after Nurse Sandra had announced quite loudly that I probably needed to pee, I was escorted all the way into a stall, then ordered to squat, and pee on command. As before, when I had finished, I was taken over to the hand basins to be cleaned and dried, this time with a wet wipe, then a rough paper hand towel.
Nurse Sandra took me back to the exam room,and had me sit on a tall metal stool while we both had a sandwich and coffee that the receptionist brought in for us. When we had finished eating lunch, the nurse brought over the breast pump again because my nipples were leaking, and she said I would need to be emptied a bit for the next round of tests. She didn’t turn the suction up as much this time, so it was much more pleasent as my breasts were expressed more gently. Mind you, as the flow diminished after twenty minutes, she did increase the pressure for a short while, just to extract the last little bit.
** That's all for now, but the story continues in further posts ....
Initial Obs – posted here
Lactation Test – posted here
Student Training – posted here
Dilation Test (this post) – 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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