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 – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight (this post)– posted here
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Overnight
Dr Forrest informed me that I was going to be kept overnight. I knew they had a small inpatient ward on the premises, but had never expected that I would have to make use of it.
The doctor explained that she wanted to do some more work on my lactation, with more frequent milkings, and she needed me on the premises so they would have access at the correct times. Nurse Sandra wheeled the breast pump over, hooked me up to it, then set it going at quite a low suction, till the flow had started. I was stood against the examination table, resting my butt against the side restraints, which she had raised earlier, enjoying the sensations as the milk was drawn through my nipples, and the suction cups squeezed my breasts. Dr Forrest said she wanted me to phone my Mom in a few minutes, so that I could explain about the overnight stay, but there were a few things that needed setting up before I talked with her. The nurse said that she wanted me seated for a while, and brought over a stool that had a dildo mounted on the seat, much like the cushion that I have at home, and she said it was to stop me from wriggling about. Obediently I spread my legs, then lowered myself slowly as she located the tapered end of the fake cock against my anus, the already applied lubricant feeling slick against my butt. Coming round to the front, she placed her hands at the top of my thighs, pressing down slowly as the dildo eased into me, pushing harder once entrance had been made, until I was fully impaled on the stool. Taking my hand, she stretched it out along the side bars, then tied me at wrist, elbow, and upper arm ,repeating it in the other side so that I was completely immobile. Just to make sure, she passed a rope around my waist, tied it to the bed frame, then cinched it really tight, till I was nearly cut in two. Kneeling down, the nurse next firmly secured my ankles to the stool, so now there really was no way I could go anywhere.
Dr Forrest rang my home, spoke with Mom for a moment to reassure her, complimenting her on how well behaved I’d been, then positioned the handset for me while I read from a sheet of paper she was holding in front of me. It was quite comical really, as I told Mom, “I’m tied up with some tests I can’t get out of”, then when she asked what time I’d be home, I replied, “Sorry, but I’m stuck here, Dr Forrest won’t allow me to leave until morning.”
Mom said “That is a shame dear, but I’m positive that the doctor will take very good care of you.” The she added, “Are you being a good girl, Katie?”
I picked up on the key phrase, and responded properly, “Oh yes Mommy, I’m going to be a very good girl for Dr Forrest, and I’ve promised to do everything that she tells me to.”
“Very well, sweetheart,” she replied, “you have a nice night, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
At least Mom wouldn’t worry about me now, she knew that I was safe, and being looked after. Whenever I couldn’t get home as expected, I would always phone and tell her where I was, and when I would be back, though not necessarily what I was doing,. Mom would also do the same if she was delayed somewhere, or had gone out unexpectedly, and the conversation would always have a challenge and response section. One of us would ask a coded question, and the other person would give a particular, non-specific reply to indicate that they were OK, or a different reply if there was something wrong, then help would be on its way.
When we’d said goodbye, Dr Forrest put the phone down, then turned to the task in hand, milking my titties till they were dry. She turned up the suction, sprayed the Oxytocin on my pulse spots again, then massaged my breast, asking Nurse Sandra to massage the other one. The stimulation of the spray, and their hands, soon had my milk flow increasing to twice what it had been earlier in the afternoon, but when the doctor reached between my thighs to rub my clitoris, it grew even more.
Each time the pump sucked at my nipple I could feel my breast tingle as the muscles forced out my milk, a sensation mirrored by contractions inside my cunny. With the additional rubbing my clit was getting from the doctor I was soon cumming, and I could see why the nurse had sat me on a dildo stool, as it prevented me from thrusting my hips with each wave of pleasure that washed over me, keeping me firmly in place. Finally my nipples stopped leaking milk, my breasts now fully drained, and the doctor removed the suction cups, telling me I had done very well in producing so much, this early in my lactation. When Dr Forrest left the room, Nurse Sandra said she would go and arrange my bed for the night, but before she left, she fitted a pair of long, slim tubes to the breast pump, and attached them to my nipples. With the pump on a low suction my teats were slowly drawn into each tube, then the nurse left me alone while she went upstairs to the ward. When she went out, she left the door open, and once more I was put on display to the waiting area, through my reflection in the large wall mirror.
There were only a few people still waiting to be seen, but I eventually saw each of them look in my direction, then repeatedly look back again as I remained in the same exposed position. After about fifteen minutes a young woman got up from one of the seats, and walked down the corridor, leading a young girl of about 10 years old by the hand. I assumed that she was taking her daughter down to the restroom, but as she reached the open door, she turned in, and brought the girl to stand in front of me. She asked me if it was OK for her daughter to have a look, as she’d brought her in today so she could join one of the research programs that the doctors were running, and she thought I might also be on one of them. Smiling, I told the woman it was perfectly fine, I’d be glad to help them, especially as she was quite correct in that I was part of a research project, one run by Dr Forrest.
The lady introduced herself as Claire, and her lovely daughter Sophie, who was 10 years old only last week. The young girl dipped a quick curtsey, then said “Thank you very much, Ma’am, may I ask what they are doing to you?” She was so sweet, and I loved being addressed as Ma’am by her, so I explained that I was producing milk in my breasts, and the doctor was draining it off for me, so that I didn’t get too swollen. She told me that she was going to be on a research project as well, and I could tell that she was really proud to be part of it, her face just beamed. I commended her, adding that she would probably find it a lot of fun, just as I had since I’d joined. That was when I was just turned twelve, and a little more developed than she was, but she was lucky because she would have results right from the begining of her development, wheras I had missed the start. That obviously pleased the young girl, because her face lit up, her smile widened even more, and she turned round, saying, “You were right Mommy, this lady says I’m the right age to join as well. Thank you.” Turning back to me, she continued, “Excuse me Ma’am, but may I ask if those tubes hurt you? It’s just that they look really uncomfortable.” Her Mom looked a bit worried, perhaps over what I might answer, but as I’d no idea how much the young girl actually knew about the project, I just replied truthfully, “No, sweetheart, they don’t hurt at the moment, in fact, it’s feels much better now that I have been milked.” That seemed to satisfy her immediate curiosity, so I added, “Most of the time it’s lots of fun seeing the doctor, especially because you’re not actually feeling poorly, so you can enjoy it. Although sometimes, I must admit, you are right, it does get a bit uncomfortable, but big girls like you and I have to be very brave.” I leaned forward, and whispered to her, but still loud enough for her Mom to hear, “When I was a really good girl, the doctor had a candy jar that I could choose from, and sometimes my Mommy would take me shopping after for a nice present as well.”
Sophie looked so sweet as she hugged herself, the most radiant smile I’ve ever seen lighting up her little face. Claire thanked me for my time, then excused them both, saying Sophie had better get to the restroom now, which was where they’d been heading for originally. “Before we go,” Claire said, “would it be alright if I gave you my number, only I would really appreciate talking to you about the program sometime. Sophie seems to like you, and I’m sure it would also help to reassure her.”
I told her I’d be morethan happy to help, and would call her next week, but just at the moment I was rather short of pockets, but she could leave her number on the doctor’s desk, and I’d pick it up later.
As they left the room, Sophie turned and said, “Thank you very much,” then nearly bumped into Nurse Sandra, who was just returning from the ward. I explained to the nurse about my visitors, and asked her to put Claire’s number in my purse for me, which she did, locking the desk drawer again afterwards. It looked like I wouldn’t be getting my clothes back just yet.
Switching off the breast pump, Nurse Sandra locked off the tubes on my nipples, leaving them still attached by the suction inside them, then removed the tubing. I couldn’t help thinking about the video link that Uncle Robert had sent me earlier, grateful at least that they hadn’t fisted me as well. My arms were untied, and I was ordered to lift myself off the dildo that was attached to the stool, then bend over so the nurse could check the dilation of my anus. When she was satisfied, I was made to clasp my arms behind me, then Nurse Sandra took my elbow, and led me to the ward, but we took the route through reception, stopping by the desk for a few moments, which kept my naked body on display to those few patients still waiting. We continued on to the stairs, climbing up to the small middle landing, where we passed an orderly, a nice young man of about 25 I would guess, who Nurse Sandra called back when he’d gone a few steps past us. He turned back to face us while the nurse asked him to tidy up in the examination room we had just left, so from his position below us he had a perfect view up between my legs. Nurse Sandra still had hold of my elbow, and she now moved me back just a small distance, which made me step off the landing, and onto the top stair, but only with my right foot. Since my left foot was still on the higher landing, my thighs were spread apart, and I moved my upper knee further out to more fully expose my bald pussy and girlcleft to the young man. He never took his eyes from between my legs the whole time he was talking to the nurse, and I’d like to bet he didn’t get half of what she said.
We continued on up the stairs, down a short corridor, and into the 3 bed ward, which was empty, although all the beds were made up. I was taken to the middle one, told to climb in, but to remain sat up, with the covers folded back so that my breasts were uncovered, and on display. The nurse said she would send housekeeping up in a few moments, to take my evening meal order, and in the meantime there were some magazines on the bedside table for me to read. When I browsed through them, I assumed they must have been specially selected for myself, as I didn’t think regular patients would be put at ease by the selection. There was a brochure for the Medical Centre, which looked like part of a group as it said not all the services were offered, but to contact your MD or reception for more information. The title said this was for Additional Services 2, so there is probably another brochure for the normal services, anyway, they detailed some of the procedures Dr Forrest had put me through today, stretching, dilation, and such, but a whole lot more severe ones as well. I was just glad they weren’t part of my program. Some of the other magazines were Fetish, BDSM, and a very strong Lesbian theme, all very exciting reading material, I thought, and I soon had my hand beneath the covers, between my legs. I’d just closed my eyes for a few moments to savour one exceptionally beautiful picture of two girls in a lesbian embrace, and when I opened them, a young lady from the housekeeping staff was stood beside me. When I apologised, she told me to continue, and folded the covers back so she could watch me masturbate more easily, even pushing my knees apart. I was so sexually excited that my nipples were beginning to leak, and the tubes began to come loose, so the lady took some gauze pads from the table to mop my milk up, rubbing my teats quite strongly, then squeezing and pulling on them as I rubbed my wet pussy slit. It only took a few moments for me to climax, and she kept up her attention to my nipples the whole time. When I had calmed down, she instructed me to remain uncovered while she took my order from a very nice menu selection, then asked if I’d tried the TV yet, showing me how the remote switched on the regular channels, and also the in-house media selection. Most of this selection could be classified as porn, but when I channel hopped I found it was all very stimulating, though a few of the programs were too strong for my particular taste. There were a few documentary type programs in there as well, which I found really interesting as they explained several of the research projects that were being run at this clinic, and how they were part of a nationwide medical group. I hadn’t realised just how extensive the overall program was, although I’d always known there were a lot of other subjects in my development set, it seemed it was far wider than I’d ever considered. Several sections of the documentary had actual footage showing the examinations that the patients were undergoing, with very detailed close views of their most private places being probed, stretched, and squeezed. I soon realised that a lot of the subjects were far more developed than I was, and I enjoyed watching the comparison sequences that showed young, undeveloped girls joining the project, then the changes at each milestone review.
My meal arrived during the show, and I was pleased to discover that I could pause the film while I ate, then continue afterwards. Housekeeping set the small table on the other side of the room, then she called me over, but before I was seated she checked my notes. She took a quite large dildo, and a smaller one, from a cabinet, fastened them to the seat of my chair with suction cups, then held the chair while I lowered myself onto them. I sometimes used my own toys like this at home, but I had never done it with an audience, or with a dildo in both holes. I must admit, it made mealtime very enjoyable, and every time I leaned forward to take a mouthful of food I could feel the shafts move inside my body. The front one in particular was really noticeable, because although it looked small compared the anal intruder, it was in fact quite a lot wider than I was used to, so I my cunny was considerably stretched.
When I’d finished my meal, I remained seated, enjoying the feeling of fullness, and not just in my tummy, occasionally rocking back and forth, or raising my bottom slightly from the seat, then just dropping back down again. After a short while, a nurse came into the room, not Sandra, but a much younger girl, probably not even as old as myself. She moved the dishes to the far side of the table, brought over a breast pump, and set it up to empty my milk, which was just beginning to get a little uncomfortable. She kept the pressure quite low for a while, producing only a few drops from each teat, but when she sprayed the Oxytocin on my wrists and neck, within minutes I could feel both my breast twitching inside. Soon the feelings spread down towards my nipples, which grew warmer, till milk began to spray from them into the collection chambers. The young nurse now turned up both the suction and the pulse rate as my flow increased, stepping it up every few minutes, then she told me to spread my knees apart, reached forward, and started to rub my wet girlcleft. When her fingers stroked my clitoris, pushing up my sexual excitement, she pointed out the corresponding increased flow of my breast milk, telling me that I should make sure that I played with myself whenever I was milked, or got someone else to do it for me. Hooking her finger in the top of my slit, she pulled hard upward, ordering me to work the dildoes, so I obediently started to rise and fall on them. Following her directions to lift slowly so that I could feel the shafts draw out along the full length, then drop my full weight onto them for the downward stroke, as if I was being rammed by a vigourous lover, I soon reached my climax. I was kept on the breast pump for twenty minutes, till my titties were fully drained, then the nurse swapped the cups for two narrow tubes, turning up the suction so my nipples were stretched right inside them. She then took two pieces of red satin ribbon from her pocket, and tied them tightly round the end of each breast, just behind the suction tubes, finishing them off with a large bow. When she removed the tubes, it just left my titties adorned with the satin bows, and fat nipples sticking right out at the centre of them. She had me lift off the chair, and stand in front of a mirror to admire the effect, which looked cute, but very sexy as well. I was then ordered to get back into bed, where I could read, watch TV, or take a nap if I wanted, but I had to leave the covers down so that my naked body remained fully exposed to whoever came into the room. I sat up and watched the rest of the research documntary, enjoying my naked exhibition as several people waked past the door, and paused to look in as well, till housekeeping arrived to clear the table. I chatted with her for a while, sending my compliments to the chef, then she removed the satin ribbons from my teats, saying it was a shame really as they looked quite beautiful with them on. My nipples had become quite painful, especially if rubbed against them, but when she removed the ribbons, the blood now rushed back into them, and they hurt even more. When she left, I lay back on the pillows, and very quickly fell asleep, as it had been a very busy, tiring day, but I had enjoyed every minute of it.
I slept for a couple of hours, then the nurse woke me to take my obs, for which she had me lay down on top of the covers, with my feet placed at the corners of the bed to spread my legs so that my cunny was on display. When she had recorded my measurements, I was taken over to the table where the breast pump was still set up, waiting while she placed two more dildoes on the chair seat, then settling myself down on them. They seemed larger than before, and I had to work myself up and down a few times until I was fully penetrated, and I felt completely stuffed. The nurse attached the suction cups to my breasts, and once more drained every drop of milk from me, with the help of the spray, and a very nice pussy rub. She complimented me on being so co-operative, and told me I was now producing nearly 4 ounces, which was very good for a young girl on her first day, but she felt sure I could be made to give much more milk by the time I was allowed home.
While I was being milked, one of the janitors had brought my clothes up from Dr Forrest’s office, and while he had put most of them in a basket to carry them, he was holding my bra and panties in his hand, and rubbing his thumb across the inside of the gusset. Rather than put the basket down on a chair, or put the clothes away in a drawer, he took each item out of the basket, and laid it carefully across the bed next to mine. He arranged them neatly, bottom of the skirt just draped over the edge, but with the hem turned back as if it had ben lifted to display what was underneath. My blouse laid above it, front edges touching, but not buttoned, the lower corners folded open as if displaying my tummy, and the neckline spread so it would highlight my cleavage. My suspender belt and stockings were arranged next to the skirt and blouse, as if I’d just been removed from them. Finally my bra and panties on the next apparent row, lined up in their correct poition, but the top, lace edges of the bra cups turned backwards, and the crotch of my panties twisted round to display the juice stained gusset for eveyone to see. The janitor looked about 50 years old, with a handsome, friendly face, but he must have worked in the fashion business before, judging from the way he’d just displayed all my clothing in such a sensuous manner. I often lay my clothes out similar to that in the morning before I get dressed, just to make sure the ensemble goes together properly, but the janitor had made some nice, subtle touches that enhanced the display into a sexual exhibition.
When the nurse had detached me from my milking machine, I was instructed to put my shoes on, black high heels that accentuated my calves, then clasp my hands behind me. Taking my elbow, she led me out of the room, then it seemed we walked right through the whole building to the far side, where she took a bottle from a store cupboard, then we returned by a different route to the corridor where the ward was located. I couldn’t see why she’d taken me with her, instead of leaving me in my room, other than on our travels we had met at least a dozen people, cleaners, janitors, nursing staff, and even a pizza delivery guy when we were passing the rear entrance. The nurse seemed to know them all, stopping to exchange a few words with everyone we met, but never once did anyone comment on her having a completely nude girl along with her. That didn’t mean I wasn’t noticed, as all of them took the opportunity to look my nakedness up and down, and sometimes the nurse even turned me round, showing my butt to them for several seconds before we walked off. It was quite a turn on to be exhibited in this manner, and I could feel my girl juice wetting my slit, the lips sliding against each other as I walked along the corridors. When we arrived back near the ward, I was taken into a small treatment room that had a toilet and shower stall in there as well, and ordered to relieve myself while the nurse watched. Without being allowed to wipe myself, the nurse made me stand in the shower with my feet apart while she slipped her fingers between my legs, gathering the ample juice that was there, and licking it from her fingers. She did this several times before saying she’d better get me cleaned up, then turned on the shower after I’d removed my heels, watching as I wet my body. The bottle that we’d been so far to bring back, was apparently shower gel, and I had to stand at the stall entrance while she rubbed the soap into my wet skin, working up a lather as she rubbed her hands all over me. Special attention was paid to my breasts, pussy, and my bottom, even having to bend over while soapy fingers were worked in and out of both holes, then rinsed clean. When I’d been thoroughly cleaned, the nurse even dried me with a big, fluffy towel, patting my damp flesh gently, all over, then rubbing more and more vigorously, till I had to brace myself up against the wall. At last I was done, slipped my shoes on, and walked the short distance back to the ward, climbing into bed when instructed. The nurse told me I was free to read, watch TV, or sleep, but as before, I was to remain uncovered. Also, I was to leave my clothes where they were, fully displayed on the bed, in case any of the night staff happened to come by, and of course I was to be compliant with them, as I had been all day. The nurse left me then, and I read the lesbian magazines for a while, but half an hour later an older woman walked into the ward, and said she needed to turn me over as part of the skin care management regieme. Obediently I turned onto my tummy, letting her adjust my arms and legs, then she massaged some cool lotion all over my back, and especially my bottom. It was just like having a beauty treatment, though she did spend a long time on my butt, then she spread my legs really wide apart, working on the inside of my thighs, right up to my bald cunny, and even massaging my girlcleft. I was instructed to stay in position while she went to fetch something, so I just lay there on the bed, naked, open, and exposed. After a few minutes, one of the cleaners came in, and I could feel my cunny tighten up at the thought that he could see all my most private places. After dusting round for a while he looked at my chart, then came round to the side of my bed, but because my head was turned to the other side, I couldn’t see him, so I started to face the other way. He put his hand on my shoulder, pressing me down, and ordered me to stay as I was, so of course I returned to my original postion, wondering what he was going to do, since I was openly accessible to him. I could hear him moving round, then he came to my side and crouched down to dust the bedframe, but in this position he was looking straight at my face so I smiled at him, and he smiled back. He moved further down the bed, never once looking at his dusting, but keeping his eys on my unclothed body, studdying the side of my breast where it was squashed beneath me, then at my butt. He now moved out of my vision, but I obediently stayed as I was, imagining what he was looking at, till I felt his weight press on the bottom of the mattress, then I knew he was looking directly up between my thighs, right at my exposed cunny. My slit bagan to tingle, being blatantly watched like this, and I could feel my petals become engorged, peeling apart to reveal my erect clit as it peeked out from its protective hood. I felt him brush against my upper thigh, on the other side, where I couldn’t see him, then his fingers gently grasped each fleshy outer sex lip and slowly eased them further apart, then further, and even further still. I felt his breath as he blew right down my wet cleft, and I couldn’t repress the moan that escaped from my lips. His quiet chuckle told me he knew I was aroused, so I compliantly laid still as he released my sex, then moments later pressed against the entrance. At the first touch I thought it was his finger, but realised it was cold, and slippery, as if it had been covered in body lotion. He worked the rounded end against my love hole, then gently positioned it on centre, pressing harder till it stretched my cherry open, then seemed to almost pop inside me. Once more I could feel him rub against the entrance to my cunny, pause, press harder again, then another inaudible pop, but now I could feel him actually inside me. With that slightly filled sensation still present, another touch to my slit, another push, and I now realised what he was doing to me as I lay naked and helpless on my bed. On my bedside was a fruit bowl, and this man was inserting grapes into my pussy, one by one, most likely covered in the lotion that had been used during my massage, to make them slip in easier. Several more grapes were pushed deep inside me, each one making me more aroused till an orgasm washed through my body, leaving me trembling before this man’s avid gaze. As I lay quietly recovering, I felt something warm land on my butt, his sperm, as he masturbated to my lascivious display, then another shot on my lower back, and a third at the top of my thigh, just on the crease. He leaned over to whisper “Thank You” in my ear, then he quietly left, without a backward glance. As I lay there, even more turned on than ever, I could feel the sperm on my bottom, now cooling, begin to slide down into my crease, then the one on my thigh also fall prey to gravity as it slid inwards, along my groin, then across my hairless mound. While one loaded coated my cunny, the sperm on my bottom worked its way down my ass groove, pooling on my anus, which I flexed to get it fully coated, but there was too much for that tiny indent to hold, so it traveled on, running the full length of my pulsing slit, triggering another orgasm.
When the massage lady returned, she apologised for taking so long, but when she reached the side of the bed I could hear her tutting, then say, “Well dear, it looks like you weren’t lonely while I was away. Cleaner?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I confirmed.
“I don’t know why they call them cleaners,” she complained, “they always leave things messy.” Taking some wipes, she cleaned the sperm from my back, and bottom cheeks, then along my crease as far as my anus, where she stopped, and pulled my cunny hole apart with her thumbs. “Well now, little lady, what have you got wedged in here,” she enquired, wriggling her finger through my hymen to poke the object protruding from my entrance.
“I couldn’t see, Ma’am,” I replied, “but I think they might be grapes, about ten of them.”
“Ah, well, that would be Vincent,” she explained, “cute little trick of his. Did you enjoy it Katie.”
“Oh yes Ma’am, I came twice. Especially when I didn’t know what he was doing to me.”
“I suppose I could get the nurse to take a look at them,” the lady said, “but you may have to wait for Dr Forrest in the morning. Still, I’ll get you cleaned up anyway.”
She continued wiping me, making me wriggle like mad as she rubbed down my slit, and across my sensitive clit. She slapped my bottom, and told me to keep still, but that only made me moan even more, and I still twitched about as she finished cleaning me up. When she was done, she had me lift my hips so she could put a pillow under me, then spanked my bottom with her hand, till my cheeks were glowing red, and burning hot. She said she was finished now, but ordered me to remain where I was, laid on my tummy, and to behave myself, or I’d get another spanking.
Going to bottom of the bed, she wrote something on my chart, then came and kissed my cheek before she left.
I managed to sleep for a couple of hours, but when the nurse came and woke me for my obs, and my next milking session, my breasts were aching from being squashed beneath me, but I wasn’t allowed to turn over just yet. The nurse told me to stay in position while she cleaned me up, which is when I noticed that my bottom was cold and sticky again, then she used several wipes to remove the sperm that had been ejaculated over my sleeping form. At first I was annoyed that someone had used me just to jerk off to, and told the nurse just what I thought of whoever it was, but then I was annoyed because I’d actually missed out on the enjoyment of being humiliated in that way. As I got chance to realise what must have been going on while I slept, the thought of a steady stream of male employees going in and out of my room, jerking off till they shot their load of hot spunk all over my back turned me on so much that I almost climaxed. I was turned over, and hooked up to the breast pump again, the suction turned on, so my milk started draining, then the nurse sprayed my pulse spots with Oxytocin, and almost immediately my let down reflex started pumping milk to my teats. The nurse sat on the side of my bed while I was milked, stroking my clit as she chatted about what my impressions of the ward were, now that I’d been here a few hours. I told her it wasn’t what I’d expected it to be, just laying about inbetween milkings, but I had really enjoyed being led round the building naked, having my body displayed to so many strangers who had no business seeing me in that state of undress. Also there were so many of the staff who seemed to find a valid reason to be working in my room while I was exposed to them in the nude, and they all treated me as if I were their personal plaything, though to be honest, I did rather enjoy that. The nurse explained that some of the house practices, especially on the night shift, promoted that sort of behaviour, and she would show me the reasons when I was finished up being milked. She had managed to extract nearly five ounces of milk from my titties this time, which she said was excellent work, and I deserved a prize for being such a good little dairy maid.
When I’d been released from the machine, I was instructed to put my high heels back on, then stand with my arms folded in my back, which I was beginning to realise was the regular stance for me this evening. The nurse took me to the end of the bed, and showed me my chart, which was hung on the footboard, pointing out my name, the summary of what Dr Forrest had done to me during the day, and the comment – Control Group – Full Access – Small Vaginal Inserts Only. I was told that every time someone came in to a patient’s room, they would check the charts to find out if anything more needed doing with them, and if there were any restrictions.
Control Group meant that I was submissive, or at least compliant to instructions.
Free Access indicated no body areas were out of bounds, either outside, or inside the patient’s body.
Small Vaginal Inserts Only was to let people know of any restrictions, in this case, because I was a virgin, I was not to be stretched so far that it would damage my hymen.
In the section below were my actual observations, pulse, blood pressure, etc. and the nurse brought my attention to several other rows where each staff member recorded their name, and the treatment given me. Surprisingly, there were 12 entries for ejaculate salve, which the nurse said was the spunk that had been shot on my back, and another line said vag insert – 10 grapes, so I explained that this was the cleaner pushing grapes inside me. She smiled at this and asked if I’d liked it, to which I said I definitely had. Taking my elbow again, the nurse led me through the building, which was so much quieter now that the day’s activity was over, though there were still quite a lot of maintenance staff and cleaners about. We eventually ended up in the basement, in front of a notice board, where the nurse pointed out a list to me. It was headed, “Availability”, and there were four names on there, two of them were ladies, noted as being cleaners, one was a male data processor, and the fourth name was mine, listed as a patient, along with my room and bed number. The nurse explained that this was one of the perks of working the night shift, there was often free time, and several of the staff made themselves sexually available, as well as suitable patients who were on several research projects. That’s why I’d had so many visitors, because my name was on the board, and even when I was sleeping, I was still used to masturbate over. I could feel my cunny juicing up at the thought of everyone in the building knowing that I was available as a sex toy for their personal pleasure.
We returned to the ward, and the nurse told me to get some sleep while I could, and she’d see me in three hours for another milking session.
She came back three more times through the night, hooking me up to the breast pump to drain my titties, usually seated on the chair with the dildoes attached, and often there was one or two of the other staff visiting as well. They would play with my hairless cunny, to stimulate me so my milk flow would increase, and the men would shoot their spunk on me as they watched. The ladies would stand beside me so that I could finger their pussy, and sometimes climb onto the table to allow me to lick them as well. Before I went back to bed I would be cleaned up, but I always woke up with some sperm on my body somewhere, from my other, unknown visitors.
In the morning, Dr Forrest came round to see me, asking if I’d had a good night, to which I replied that it had been tiring, but a great deal of fun. She checked my chart, smiling at just how much fun was recorded there, then she had me kneel up on the bed, on all fours, while she used a pair of long tweezers to remove the grapes that had been stuffed in my cunny. She watched as I put on my garter belt and stockings, high heels, skirt, and blouse, but was not allowed my underwear as she said they had no clean ones for me, so I would have to go home without any, naked beneath my outer clothes.
I was given a list of things to do over the following week, including being milked at least four times a day, and instructions to have a discussion with my Mom concerning my cherry.
She gave me a precription for a much stronger suction pump than I currently had at home, so that I could also enlarge of my nipples, clitoris, and labia, when my milking had finished. Along with the prescription was an information sheet for the recommended frequency and intensity to be used with the pump, as well as the address of a shop where I could get the prescription filled.
My task list also included her reccomendation that I get a series of body piercings, with a minimum of one horizontal piercing through each nipple, and a vertical piercing through my clitoral hood. Both of these would, she said, vastly increase my most basic orgasm, and also provide increased sensations just from wearing normal clothing. She’d added the address of a body studio who would make sure I received special service just by mentioning her name.
The final thing she gave me was a recommendation to her friend who had made the corset I’d worn the day before, with a view to becoming a part time model for him to test his new designs on. While I was under no obligation to enter into a permanent arrangement with him, Dr Forrest said that she would expect me to have at least two sessions at his studio, and that I should be a good girl for him.
I was told to phone in after the week was up, and talk over with Dr Forrest if I wanted to take her up on any of the treatments she had offered me. She stood up then and showed me to the door, giving me a kiss goodbye, while she put her hand beneath my skirt, rubbing my clit, then said she looked forward to seeing me again soon.
** 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 – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight (this post)– posted here
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
hugs from Katie
:)
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Friday, 5 November 2010
Doctors Visit 7 - Farrel Drawings
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 – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings (this post) – posted here
Overnight – posted here
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Farrel Drawings
As I walked over to reception, clad only in a rather risque set of red satin lingerie, I could see everyone turn to look at me, drawn by the quiet musical notes from the bells clipped to my nipples, dangling just below the edge of my camisole. I had to wait a few moments while the receptionist finished a phone call, so I stood with my hands clasped behind me, my shoulders back, lifting the front edge of my camisole to just reveal my small titties. When she looked up and saw me waiting, the receptionist put her finger to her lips to maintain my silence, then pulled my nipple clips toward her till my tummy was pressed against the counter. When she enquired what I wanted, I gave her the doctor’s request for coffee, and in return was told I was dismissed.
Dr Forrest had a folder of drawings on her desk when I returned,
They were by Joseph Farrel, who is one of my favorite artists
Several depicted the way my breasts had just been bound
This poor girl has had her breast bound with rope, then stretched, as the first stage of her transformation.
Later on she will be moved on to wearing a strong leather and steel corset that wiil extend her breasts further down her chest.
Finally her breasts will reach right down to the tops of her thighs, and her nipples will be banded. Her development, and that of other subjects, is displayed on the walls of the doctor's office for other prospective clients to see his work.
Some of the drawings were in a medical setting
The doctor has decided to enlarge his patient's breasts, although she thinks the swelling is just a side effect of the treatment, and will go down later. The pictures on his office wall tell a different story.
This girl's father is having her breasts pumped with silicone, but the doctor is only treating one side each week, so she looks obviously unbalanced to anyone who sees her walking about.
Now this woman's breasts have already been enlarged, and now the doctor makes a house call, where her daughter has put her Mom in the cellar so that her nipples can be lengthened as well.
Dr Forrest commended me on the results of my current assessment, saying I had done really well, and she was proud of the way I had behaved during my tests, though it was no less than she had come to expect of both myself, and my Mom. There were, however, a few shortcomings that needed to be addressed, the first, and most important, of these was the matter of my virginity, which posed serious difficulty in performing some of the assessments. The dilation test for someone of my age was well below normal because of my hymen, and while she appreciated that I wanted to save my virginity for my husband, she urged me to consider my reasoning behind this decision, and also the past and current status of my love life. She knew from numerous interviews that I was bisexual, and as the discussion now turned to a list of my past encounters, (I was going to say lovers, but no-one actually fitted this category, except one person), the doctor encouraged me to analyse the pros and cons of each one. While many of them had redeeming qualities, they all fell short in several of the important areas, which often was the cause of the relationship breaking down.
Her recommendation was that she perform a hymenectomy on me, where my cherry would be given a series of holes to weaken it, rather like a piece of perforated paper, which would then enable my chosen lover to achieve a penetration that would sucessfully take my virginity. She assured me that my sex life would be vastly improved following the procedure, and I would enjoy a much wider range of pleasures that were currently out of my grasp. She didn’t want a decision now, but she did want me to think long and hard about the things we had discussed, then get back to her if I wanted to take up her offer.
The other, less important, recommendations that she wanted to make, were for me to take a more active involvement in my bodily development, particularly the enlargement of my nipples, clitoris, and labia, so she would give me a precription for a much stronger suction pump than I currently had at home. She would also include the recommended frequency and intensity to be used, as well as the address of a shop where I could get the prescription filled, as this wasn’t exactly the mainstream medical equipment, and my local pharmacy might have problems with it.
A further recommendation, which would enhance both my development, and my pleasure, was to get a series of body piercings, with a minimum of one horizontal piercing through each nipple, and a vertical piercing through my clitoral hood. Both of these would, she said, vastly increase the most basic orgasm, and provide increased sensations just from wearing normal clothing.
Her final recommendation, while not strictly part of the development study, was something she was sure that I would enjoy, and that she had a personal interest in. The corset I was currently wearing was provided by a very good friend of hers, who was looking for a part time model to test his new designs on, and she thought that I would be a very good subject. Since the designs took quite a long time to produce, I would only be required on an ocassional basis, so would not have to make a big time comittment to it. An added bonus would be that I could get some free samples from his range of lingerie, which was wider than just corsetry, and also the opportunity to indulge my exhibitionist tendencies when I modelled designs to specific customers.
It was getting quite late by the time we had finished our discussion, and as the nurse unwrapped my chest, then removed my panties, saddle strap,and corset, Dr Forrest informed me that I was going to be kept overnight. I knew they had a small inpatient ward on the premises, but had never expected that I would have to make use of it.
** 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 – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings (this post) – posted here
Overnight – posted here
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
hugs from Katie
:)
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 – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings (this post) – posted here
Overnight – posted here
********************************
Farrel Drawings
As I walked over to reception, clad only in a rather risque set of red satin lingerie, I could see everyone turn to look at me, drawn by the quiet musical notes from the bells clipped to my nipples, dangling just below the edge of my camisole. I had to wait a few moments while the receptionist finished a phone call, so I stood with my hands clasped behind me, my shoulders back, lifting the front edge of my camisole to just reveal my small titties. When she looked up and saw me waiting, the receptionist put her finger to her lips to maintain my silence, then pulled my nipple clips toward her till my tummy was pressed against the counter. When she enquired what I wanted, I gave her the doctor’s request for coffee, and in return was told I was dismissed.
Dr Forrest had a folder of drawings on her desk when I returned,
They were by Joseph Farrel, who is one of my favorite artists
Several depicted the way my breasts had just been bound
Some of the drawings were in a medical setting
Dr Forrest commended me on the results of my current assessment, saying I had done really well, and she was proud of the way I had behaved during my tests, though it was no less than she had come to expect of both myself, and my Mom. There were, however, a few shortcomings that needed to be addressed, the first, and most important, of these was the matter of my virginity, which posed serious difficulty in performing some of the assessments. The dilation test for someone of my age was well below normal because of my hymen, and while she appreciated that I wanted to save my virginity for my husband, she urged me to consider my reasoning behind this decision, and also the past and current status of my love life. She knew from numerous interviews that I was bisexual, and as the discussion now turned to a list of my past encounters, (I was going to say lovers, but no-one actually fitted this category, except one person), the doctor encouraged me to analyse the pros and cons of each one. While many of them had redeeming qualities, they all fell short in several of the important areas, which often was the cause of the relationship breaking down.
Her recommendation was that she perform a hymenectomy on me, where my cherry would be given a series of holes to weaken it, rather like a piece of perforated paper, which would then enable my chosen lover to achieve a penetration that would sucessfully take my virginity. She assured me that my sex life would be vastly improved following the procedure, and I would enjoy a much wider range of pleasures that were currently out of my grasp. She didn’t want a decision now, but she did want me to think long and hard about the things we had discussed, then get back to her if I wanted to take up her offer.
The other, less important, recommendations that she wanted to make, were for me to take a more active involvement in my bodily development, particularly the enlargement of my nipples, clitoris, and labia, so she would give me a precription for a much stronger suction pump than I currently had at home. She would also include the recommended frequency and intensity to be used, as well as the address of a shop where I could get the prescription filled, as this wasn’t exactly the mainstream medical equipment, and my local pharmacy might have problems with it.
A further recommendation, which would enhance both my development, and my pleasure, was to get a series of body piercings, with a minimum of one horizontal piercing through each nipple, and a vertical piercing through my clitoral hood. Both of these would, she said, vastly increase the most basic orgasm, and provide increased sensations just from wearing normal clothing.
Her final recommendation, while not strictly part of the development study, was something she was sure that I would enjoy, and that she had a personal interest in. The corset I was currently wearing was provided by a very good friend of hers, who was looking for a part time model to test his new designs on, and she thought that I would be a very good subject. Since the designs took quite a long time to produce, I would only be required on an ocassional basis, so would not have to make a big time comittment to it. An added bonus would be that I could get some free samples from his range of lingerie, which was wider than just corsetry, and also the opportunity to indulge my exhibitionist tendencies when I modelled designs to specific customers.
It was getting quite late by the time we had finished our discussion, and as the nurse unwrapped my chest, then removed my panties, saddle strap,and corset, Dr Forrest informed me that I was going to be kept overnight. I knew they had a small inpatient ward on the premises, but had never expected that I would have to make use of it.
** 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 – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings (this post) – posted here
Overnight – posted here
Please try and read them in order, it will make your experience much more enjoyable.
hugs from Katie
:)
Thursday, 4 November 2010
Doctors Visit 6 - Compression Test
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 – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test (this post) – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
********************************
Compression Test
Dr Forrest brought over a roll of two inch wide, elasticated bandage, which she said was for a compression test on my breasts. “That’s the problem with lactating like you are now, Kitty Kat, it makes your cute little titties swell up, so we’re going to make your fat boobs nice and tiny again.”
Nurse Sandra supported my right breast, and held the end of the bandage in place on it, up against my chest, while the doctor wrapped the material tightly round the base of the globe, working her way along its length. By the time she was half way, the end of my breast was swollen and tight, the nipple starting to leak milk, so the nurse fitted a screwed bar clamp on my teat, and tightened it till the flow stopped. Working together, the two ladies pulled and tugged the stretchy material all round my poor aching breast, even wrapping it around the end till just my clamped nipple was protruding. Completely bound like this, I couldn’t decide whether it felt like my breast was going to split, or the end was going to pop off, like the cork in a bottle. When they began to wrap up my left tittie, I was wriggling about as the ache, now in both breasts, spread to my chest, and down my ribs. Once more my nipple began to leak milk, so that one was clamped shut as well, until I looked the same on both sides, long bandaged cylinders sticking straight out from my chest, with two shiny nipple clamps.
While my breasts were compressed, Dr Forrest fitted me with a red satin corset that went from just beneath them, right down to the top of my pubic mound, the sides curving up over my hips, then it dipped at the back to cover my tail bone. I was ordered to bend forward and grip the edge of the examination table so that the doctor and nurse could work together tightening the laces at my back, pulling the edges of the corset closer together. Gradually my waist was compressed from 28 inches, which Dr Forrest had measured at the start, down to 24 inches, my chest was also being squeezed, and I was finding it difficult to breath. Nurse Sandra tied off the laces, and the doctor said I could rest for a while, to let my body settle into its new shape. When I stood upright, it was like being in a straight jacket, much more restrictive than the basque I sometimes wear if I’m going out, and at the front, three of the bones curved together into a point above my pussy. Dr Forrest instructed me to walk across the room and back, which took me past one of the full length mirrors so that I could see how I looked, and the transformation was stunning. My waist was cinched so narrow, and my hips were flared out so much by the corset’s edge, that I looked like I would break in half. Standing just behind me, by the mirror, the doctor ran her hands over my bald pubis, highlighting how the pointed front was digging in just above the bone, making my soft mound beautifully prominent. In addition it pressed internally against my bladder, and would force me to pee much more often as my capacity was now seriously reduced. The only drawback to the visual effect was my bound titties, not their shape, but the uninspiring bandages themselves, so the doctor produced a pair of red satin sleeves, fitted them over each restrained cylinder, then secured them with a zip along the underside. Now it looked like a matching set of very severe lingerie, although the panties were missing, leaving my bare cunny fully exposed. Dr Forrest had the answer to this, with a pair of red satin briefs that had narrow sides, but a full front, which seemed almost like it was quilted. First though, she said that my corset needed to be anchored, to prevent it riding up, explaining that this was always a problem in the early days of tight lacing, but an ingenious solution had been found. The saddle strap.
From a cabinet, she produced three red leather straps, and explained the benefits of each one to me. The first was about 2 inches wide, and would compress a girl’s labia at the front, while spreading her ass cheeks at the rear, and when secured to rings at the front and back of the corset, would be tightened into place. Two additional features were pointed out to me, a small stud near the front, which could be unscrewed and replaced with a larger pointed one on the inside of the belt, and a much larger stud towards the rear. This one looked like a sink plug, nearly the full width of the belt, and Dr Forrest explained that it would be replaced with a variety of attachments, some decorative, like a horse tail, or a peacock fan, and some less obvious ones that would be fitted inside a young girl’s rectum, and worn all day beneath her dress.
The second strap was not quite as wide, but the inside surface was textured along its whole length with bumps, protrusions, and spikes, all made of hard rubber. This was intended to protect a girl’s modesty, rather like a chastity belt, and locked into place, as did most of the saddle straps, but often the design was embellished by the girl’s father, or husband, as this one had been. The basic design had only two small protrusions that fitted into the entrance of the vagina and anus, ostensibly to put an obstacle in the way of penetration by an unauthorised male, and could be worn unobtrusively by the lady in question. With the modified version fitted in place, the saddle strap made it’s presence abundantly clear with every small movement, and depending on the design, this could be an utmost pleasure, or a severe punishment.
The third strap was quite plain, smooth on both sides, and less than a half inch wide. The doctor told me that she was going to use this thin strap today, and I was quite relieved since it appeared much less severe than the other two, so I obediently spread my thighs apart while she buckled it to steel rings sewn into the front and rear of my corset. When it was in place, right along my slit, and up my ass crease, the doctor carefully eased my petals out from beneath the edges of the strap, spreading inner and outer lips so that the leather pressed against the most private centre of my young body. Removing this flesh from beneath the strap made it fit quite loosely, and I was quite at ease with it, until Dr Forrest pulled the front buckle tighter, making the narrow strap sink deeper into my slit, then she tightened the buckle at the rear, and now I felt like a cheese wire was cutting me in two.
With the saddle strap holding my corset in place, Dr Forrest now fitted my satin panties, which I now noticed had a few enhancements on them. The narrow sides weren’t ordinary ties, as I had thought, but thin straps that attached to the corset itself, and would pull the crotch of the panties hard against my body. When she opened them to fit the panties between my legs, I could see the whole of the inside was covered with quarter inch metal studs, and the doctor assured me they were not sharp enough to damage my skin, but would. However, dig in enough to prevent the material from slipping out of place. As she pulled the straps tighter, my cunny lips were severely squashed, and I could feel the studs pressed against my pubic mound, and digging in to the crease between the cheeks of my bottom.
While I got used to having my pussy squeezed like this, the doctor and nurse returned their attention to my corset, tightening the laces even more, to pull my waist painfully down to 23 inches, then the straddle strap was cinched tighter as well, slicing deeper into my poor girl cleft. Once more I was ordered to walk round the room, each step now agony as the corset and panties dug into my body, and my bound titties ached as they bounced with each step.
Dr Forrest said it was about time that my breasts were expressed again, and the nurse unzipped my red satin sleeves, then unwound the bandages that bound them so tightly. While my titties had hurt to be so harshly restricted, releasing them was even worse, as the fresh blood supply now rushed back into the expanding flesh. Nurse Sandra massaged the throbbing globes, then fitted a cup over my teats as she unscrewed the clamps that were preventing my milk from leaking out, catching the fluid as it sprayed from my milk ducts. When the excess flow had stopped, the nurse attached the breast pump to my nipples, set it going, then helped the doctor to cinch my corset even smaller as I was milked like a dairy cow. When my corset was as tight as possible, they pulled my saddle strap in further, till I could feel my clit being crushed, then pulled up the ties on my panties some more, digging the studs more painfully into my abused flesh. After a full twenty minutes on the milking machine, my breasts were drained, and the suction cups were removed.
For the next stage of my compression test I had to hold my arms out to the side while the doctor and her nurse wrapped elasticated bandages around my upper chest, gradually working their way down. When they reached my titties, the bandages flattened them, pressing them downwards, and now the doctor started pulling the wrapping harder, to force my globes against my chest. The nurse attached a set of spring clamps to my nipples, fastening them to rings lower down my corset with lengths of string, then pulling them tight to elongate my breasts under the pressure. As they reached a couple of inches from the end of each tittie, they stopped binding, and fastened the bandages off, leaving me with a flat upper chest, and two tiny, solid, apple shaped breasts, sticking out quite low down. Nurse Sandra slipped a red satin camisole over my head, and when I put my arms through the thin straps it completely covered the bandages, but the fine lace trimming on the bottom edge only just covered my nipples, leaving exposed the curving undersides of my bound breasts. As I walked round the room once more, there was no bounce at all in my boobs, they were rock solid, and the reflection in the mirror showed a young, flat chested, woman in red satin lingerie. However, when Dr Forrest ordered me to pull my shoulders back, the camisole rode up, exposing my tight breasts peeping out from the bottom edge.
While this outfit was extremely uncomfortable, it wasn’t unbearably so, and Dr Forrest informed me I would have to keep it on for another thirty minutes at least, to complete the test, so in the meantime I could go to the reception desk and ask the girl there to bring three coffees in for us all. Thrills rushed through my pussy at the thought of going into the public area dressed like this, but just before I went through the door, Dr Forrest called me back, clipped two small bells to my nipples, then sent me on my way, tinkling at each step.
** 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 – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test (this post) – 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
:)
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 – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test (this post) – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
********************************
Compression Test
Dr Forrest brought over a roll of two inch wide, elasticated bandage, which she said was for a compression test on my breasts. “That’s the problem with lactating like you are now, Kitty Kat, it makes your cute little titties swell up, so we’re going to make your fat boobs nice and tiny again.”
Nurse Sandra supported my right breast, and held the end of the bandage in place on it, up against my chest, while the doctor wrapped the material tightly round the base of the globe, working her way along its length. By the time she was half way, the end of my breast was swollen and tight, the nipple starting to leak milk, so the nurse fitted a screwed bar clamp on my teat, and tightened it till the flow stopped. Working together, the two ladies pulled and tugged the stretchy material all round my poor aching breast, even wrapping it around the end till just my clamped nipple was protruding. Completely bound like this, I couldn’t decide whether it felt like my breast was going to split, or the end was going to pop off, like the cork in a bottle. When they began to wrap up my left tittie, I was wriggling about as the ache, now in both breasts, spread to my chest, and down my ribs. Once more my nipple began to leak milk, so that one was clamped shut as well, until I looked the same on both sides, long bandaged cylinders sticking straight out from my chest, with two shiny nipple clamps.
While my breasts were compressed, Dr Forrest fitted me with a red satin corset that went from just beneath them, right down to the top of my pubic mound, the sides curving up over my hips, then it dipped at the back to cover my tail bone. I was ordered to bend forward and grip the edge of the examination table so that the doctor and nurse could work together tightening the laces at my back, pulling the edges of the corset closer together. Gradually my waist was compressed from 28 inches, which Dr Forrest had measured at the start, down to 24 inches, my chest was also being squeezed, and I was finding it difficult to breath. Nurse Sandra tied off the laces, and the doctor said I could rest for a while, to let my body settle into its new shape. When I stood upright, it was like being in a straight jacket, much more restrictive than the basque I sometimes wear if I’m going out, and at the front, three of the bones curved together into a point above my pussy. Dr Forrest instructed me to walk across the room and back, which took me past one of the full length mirrors so that I could see how I looked, and the transformation was stunning. My waist was cinched so narrow, and my hips were flared out so much by the corset’s edge, that I looked like I would break in half. Standing just behind me, by the mirror, the doctor ran her hands over my bald pubis, highlighting how the pointed front was digging in just above the bone, making my soft mound beautifully prominent. In addition it pressed internally against my bladder, and would force me to pee much more often as my capacity was now seriously reduced. The only drawback to the visual effect was my bound titties, not their shape, but the uninspiring bandages themselves, so the doctor produced a pair of red satin sleeves, fitted them over each restrained cylinder, then secured them with a zip along the underside. Now it looked like a matching set of very severe lingerie, although the panties were missing, leaving my bare cunny fully exposed. Dr Forrest had the answer to this, with a pair of red satin briefs that had narrow sides, but a full front, which seemed almost like it was quilted. First though, she said that my corset needed to be anchored, to prevent it riding up, explaining that this was always a problem in the early days of tight lacing, but an ingenious solution had been found. The saddle strap.
From a cabinet, she produced three red leather straps, and explained the benefits of each one to me. The first was about 2 inches wide, and would compress a girl’s labia at the front, while spreading her ass cheeks at the rear, and when secured to rings at the front and back of the corset, would be tightened into place. Two additional features were pointed out to me, a small stud near the front, which could be unscrewed and replaced with a larger pointed one on the inside of the belt, and a much larger stud towards the rear. This one looked like a sink plug, nearly the full width of the belt, and Dr Forrest explained that it would be replaced with a variety of attachments, some decorative, like a horse tail, or a peacock fan, and some less obvious ones that would be fitted inside a young girl’s rectum, and worn all day beneath her dress.
The second strap was not quite as wide, but the inside surface was textured along its whole length with bumps, protrusions, and spikes, all made of hard rubber. This was intended to protect a girl’s modesty, rather like a chastity belt, and locked into place, as did most of the saddle straps, but often the design was embellished by the girl’s father, or husband, as this one had been. The basic design had only two small protrusions that fitted into the entrance of the vagina and anus, ostensibly to put an obstacle in the way of penetration by an unauthorised male, and could be worn unobtrusively by the lady in question. With the modified version fitted in place, the saddle strap made it’s presence abundantly clear with every small movement, and depending on the design, this could be an utmost pleasure, or a severe punishment.
The third strap was quite plain, smooth on both sides, and less than a half inch wide. The doctor told me that she was going to use this thin strap today, and I was quite relieved since it appeared much less severe than the other two, so I obediently spread my thighs apart while she buckled it to steel rings sewn into the front and rear of my corset. When it was in place, right along my slit, and up my ass crease, the doctor carefully eased my petals out from beneath the edges of the strap, spreading inner and outer lips so that the leather pressed against the most private centre of my young body. Removing this flesh from beneath the strap made it fit quite loosely, and I was quite at ease with it, until Dr Forrest pulled the front buckle tighter, making the narrow strap sink deeper into my slit, then she tightened the buckle at the rear, and now I felt like a cheese wire was cutting me in two.
With the saddle strap holding my corset in place, Dr Forrest now fitted my satin panties, which I now noticed had a few enhancements on them. The narrow sides weren’t ordinary ties, as I had thought, but thin straps that attached to the corset itself, and would pull the crotch of the panties hard against my body. When she opened them to fit the panties between my legs, I could see the whole of the inside was covered with quarter inch metal studs, and the doctor assured me they were not sharp enough to damage my skin, but would. However, dig in enough to prevent the material from slipping out of place. As she pulled the straps tighter, my cunny lips were severely squashed, and I could feel the studs pressed against my pubic mound, and digging in to the crease between the cheeks of my bottom.
While I got used to having my pussy squeezed like this, the doctor and nurse returned their attention to my corset, tightening the laces even more, to pull my waist painfully down to 23 inches, then the straddle strap was cinched tighter as well, slicing deeper into my poor girl cleft. Once more I was ordered to walk round the room, each step now agony as the corset and panties dug into my body, and my bound titties ached as they bounced with each step.
Dr Forrest said it was about time that my breasts were expressed again, and the nurse unzipped my red satin sleeves, then unwound the bandages that bound them so tightly. While my titties had hurt to be so harshly restricted, releasing them was even worse, as the fresh blood supply now rushed back into the expanding flesh. Nurse Sandra massaged the throbbing globes, then fitted a cup over my teats as she unscrewed the clamps that were preventing my milk from leaking out, catching the fluid as it sprayed from my milk ducts. When the excess flow had stopped, the nurse attached the breast pump to my nipples, set it going, then helped the doctor to cinch my corset even smaller as I was milked like a dairy cow. When my corset was as tight as possible, they pulled my saddle strap in further, till I could feel my clit being crushed, then pulled up the ties on my panties some more, digging the studs more painfully into my abused flesh. After a full twenty minutes on the milking machine, my breasts were drained, and the suction cups were removed.
For the next stage of my compression test I had to hold my arms out to the side while the doctor and her nurse wrapped elasticated bandages around my upper chest, gradually working their way down. When they reached my titties, the bandages flattened them, pressing them downwards, and now the doctor started pulling the wrapping harder, to force my globes against my chest. The nurse attached a set of spring clamps to my nipples, fastening them to rings lower down my corset with lengths of string, then pulling them tight to elongate my breasts under the pressure. As they reached a couple of inches from the end of each tittie, they stopped binding, and fastened the bandages off, leaving me with a flat upper chest, and two tiny, solid, apple shaped breasts, sticking out quite low down. Nurse Sandra slipped a red satin camisole over my head, and when I put my arms through the thin straps it completely covered the bandages, but the fine lace trimming on the bottom edge only just covered my nipples, leaving exposed the curving undersides of my bound breasts. As I walked round the room once more, there was no bounce at all in my boobs, they were rock solid, and the reflection in the mirror showed a young, flat chested, woman in red satin lingerie. However, when Dr Forrest ordered me to pull my shoulders back, the camisole rode up, exposing my tight breasts peeping out from the bottom edge.
While this outfit was extremely uncomfortable, it wasn’t unbearably so, and Dr Forrest informed me I would have to keep it on for another thirty minutes at least, to complete the test, so in the meantime I could go to the reception desk and ask the girl there to bring three coffees in for us all. Thrills rushed through my pussy at the thought of going into the public area dressed like this, but just before I went through the door, Dr Forrest called me back, clipped two small bells to my nipples, then sent me on my way, tinkling at each step.
** 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 – posted here
Extension Test – posted here
Compression Test (this post) – 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
:)
Wednesday, 3 November 2010
Doctors Visit 5 - Extension Test
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 – posted here
Extension Test (this post) – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
********************************
Extension Test
When Nurse Sandra had put the breast pump away, after relieving the pressure in my lactating tits, Dr Forrest came back into the exam room to continue my tests.
“Hello Katie, you’ve done very well so far, how are you feeling?” asked the doctor.
“I’m OK, doctor, thank you,” I replied quietly, lowering my eyes, “a little bit sore down there, but I can cope with it.” I added quickly. “It’s more difficult than usual, but I’m trying to be a brave girl.”
“Well, you’ve done very well in your tests so far, little kitten,” she complimented me, “and I’m extremely pleased with how determined you’ve been to co-operate.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek gently, then added, “Unfortunately, the next set of tests will be even more distressing for you. We need to assess your elasticity in certain areas by means of extension evaluations, and because you have reached this stage of the research program it will become much more intense. You have been part of the study with us since you were twelve years old, monitoring your development, along with thousands of other girls throughout the whole country, and to be quite honest Katie, you’re my star subject.”
Dr Forrest instructed me to stand up, in front of her, and I obediently presented myself, feet apart, hands behind me, shoulders back so that I thrust my chest forward. She reached out to stroke my bare pubic mound softly, sending shivers of pleasure through me, then, looking into my eyes, she asked, “How old do you feel right now munchkin?”
She knew quite well that her term of endearment would trigger me, as it always does, so I answered her in my softest voice, “I’m twelve Miss.”
With a lovely smile, she asked me the key phrase, “Are you going to be a good little girl, Katie?”
In response to the doctor’s question, I lowered my head, and said in a soft, quiet voice, “Yes Miss, of course I am.” This signified my acceptance, as it had earlier, and offered her complete control over me during the rest of my visit.
Nurse Sandra brought over a chest brace and fastened it onto me, rather like a bra with no cups, leaving my breasts sticking out in front of me. I’d worn this before, in previous reviews, and the doctor used a ruler to measure how far my titties extended from the base board to my aureole, and from the base to the end of my nipple. Measurements were taken of both breasts, and as usual my right side was a little more developed than my left, which is not unusual, and as she recorded the findings, Dr Forrest confirmed that I had grown a small amount since my last visit, and the lateral difference was still consistent. On my other visits Dr Forrest would take hold of my nipples, and pull them slowly outward, then measure them again, but she informed me that the requirement at this level, and in future reviews, was to use mechanical extension. The nurse brought over a metal frame, made of thin rods, two of which she fitted into grommets on the chest brace, one at the outer edge of each breast, turning them till they clicked into place. There was a cross piece which had two round pieces of metal, about the size of a soda bottle cap, in line with my nipples, and the nurse put a long screwed rod through the middle of each one. Onto the ends, she hooked a spring clamp, like the ones on my skirt hanger at home, making me bite my bottom lip as I imagined what was going to happen to me very soon. Dr Forrest asked if I was ready, then, when I nodded, she held my breast while she fastened the right clamp over my nipple, right at the base of my aureole. The plastic cover at the end of the clamp was covered with small protrusions, like little spikes, which now dug into my teat so it wouldn’t slip out, but the pressure wasn’t too much. Dr Forrest attached the second clamp to my other nipple, in the same place, then tightened the wing nuts on the screwed rod, just far enough to take up the slack. She measured the distance from the base plate, telling me that it was now the same position as the initial reading, then began to turn the screws again. I watched as my breasts elongated into cone shapes, pulling against my chest, the flesh around my aureoles gradually turning white as the pressure built up, and the pain beginning to increase. Surprisingly the doctor stopped there, saying my breasts needed a rest, but we would continue with my labia.
She pulled up a small stool in front of me, sitting on it so her eyes were level with my bare cunny, then slapped the inside of my thigh, ordering me to spread so she could reach in. With my feet about a yard apart, she had clear access to my girl cleft, which she gripped with both hands then tugged downward and apart, spreading my flower. Reaching inside my slit, she took firm hold of my inner petals, slowly pulling them further and further down, stretching them out. I love having my pussy handled like this, and I couldn’t help clenching my butt, and pushing my hips forward, a small moan escaping my lips as I felt a trickle of girl juice run out of me.
Dr Forrest let go and slapped my prominent mound with her open hand, “Behave, young lady,” she instructed me, “you’re not too big to get a spanking ,you know. We’ve only just started on your little cunny, so I can’t imagine what you’ll be like before we’re through with you.”
She held out her hand, and Nurse Sandra passed her another metal clamp, like those on my titties, and the doctor clipped it towards the back of my small petal, followed by another one on the other lip, then matching clamps at the front, alongside my clit. Spreading my larger petals outward, more clamps were fastened on those, lined up with the ones on my small lips, and with eight of them now biting into my tender flesh, it was beginning to sting. However, it was that lovely tingling feeling I get when I do this to myself in my bedroom. Dr Forrest now began to attach shiny metal teardrops to each clamp, carefully easing the weight onto them, so they gradually extended my labia with each addition. The doctor added a bow spring to each set of clamps on my outer labia, pushing them apart so that my cleft was spread wider, and my small petals now hung down on their own, without touching anything, and I could feel the air moving across them.
Dr Forrest called the nurse over to look at my cunny, “Come and see Sandra, we have a tiny visitor peeping out. Can you see this little girl’s clitoris becoming erect, isn’t it just so sweet?”
Talking about my most private places like this was not helping my self control, and even though I’d been told to behave, I could feel my hood peeling back and my clit pulsing with passion. The nurse reached over to the instrument tray, and brought back a short, narrow, clamp, showing me the soft pads inside the jaws, which she said would protect my clitoral hood when she clamped it on. I’ve never clamped that part of my cunny before, but the thought of it was definitely arousing, as well as the fear that it might hurt. I could feel the soft inner jaw sliding right inside the covering, one side against my skin, and the other rubbing along the shaft of my clit, till it pressed against the base. When Nurse Sandra released the clamp, it wasn’t painful at all, but the stimulation in the top of my slit, and on my clitoris, was exquisite. Dr Forrest took a smaller teardrop, clipped it on to my new clamp, then slowly lowered her hand as it pulled more and more on my hood, and I could actually feel the skin covering my clitoris up, hiding it from view.
“That’s much better,” Dr Forrest announced, “we don’t want that little piece of equipment coming out till later on in the show.” She picked up her ruler again, and measured how far she had stretched my pussy lips, writing it onto my chart, but she didn’t inform me whether I was doing well or not.
Standing up, the doctor rotated the screws on my chest brace a couple of more turns, bringing the pressure in my titties back to where it had been before, and adding another inch onto their length. I was now instructed to walk to the other side of the room, and my natural body rotation as I balanced put a series of intense stresses on my restrained chest. The other interesting effect was that the metal teardrops swung about slightly, knocking into each other with a succession of gentle musical notes that made me sound like a wind chime.
When I returned to stand in front of Dr Forrest again, she added another weight to each of my pussy clamps, tightened the screws attached to my nipples, stretching my breasts even more, then had me walk across the room once more. After this, my breast screws were slackened off, and the clamps relocated to grip the end of my teat, which was much more painful than it was further up, then they were tightened again, and I watched as the whole of my nipple was severely stretched. When I had spent several minutes being elongated, the doctor took a final set of measurements, recording them in my notes, then announced that she was extremely pleased with my progress. I had now achieved nearly two inches extension on my breasts, and labia, with one inch on my nipples, which was very good, but she thought that much more improvement could be made if I spent more time working on my elasticity at home.
Nurse Sandra removed the stretchers from my breasts, then the chest brace, the teardrop weights from my pussy, and finally the clamps from my petals.
** 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 – posted here
Extension Test (this post) – 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
:)
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 – posted here
Extension Test (this post) – posted here
Compression Test – posted here
Farrel Drawings – posted here
Overnight – posted here
********************************
Extension Test
When Nurse Sandra had put the breast pump away, after relieving the pressure in my lactating tits, Dr Forrest came back into the exam room to continue my tests.
“Hello Katie, you’ve done very well so far, how are you feeling?” asked the doctor.
“I’m OK, doctor, thank you,” I replied quietly, lowering my eyes, “a little bit sore down there, but I can cope with it.” I added quickly. “It’s more difficult than usual, but I’m trying to be a brave girl.”
“Well, you’ve done very well in your tests so far, little kitten,” she complimented me, “and I’m extremely pleased with how determined you’ve been to co-operate.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek gently, then added, “Unfortunately, the next set of tests will be even more distressing for you. We need to assess your elasticity in certain areas by means of extension evaluations, and because you have reached this stage of the research program it will become much more intense. You have been part of the study with us since you were twelve years old, monitoring your development, along with thousands of other girls throughout the whole country, and to be quite honest Katie, you’re my star subject.”
Dr Forrest instructed me to stand up, in front of her, and I obediently presented myself, feet apart, hands behind me, shoulders back so that I thrust my chest forward. She reached out to stroke my bare pubic mound softly, sending shivers of pleasure through me, then, looking into my eyes, she asked, “How old do you feel right now munchkin?”
She knew quite well that her term of endearment would trigger me, as it always does, so I answered her in my softest voice, “I’m twelve Miss.”
With a lovely smile, she asked me the key phrase, “Are you going to be a good little girl, Katie?”
In response to the doctor’s question, I lowered my head, and said in a soft, quiet voice, “Yes Miss, of course I am.” This signified my acceptance, as it had earlier, and offered her complete control over me during the rest of my visit.
Nurse Sandra brought over a chest brace and fastened it onto me, rather like a bra with no cups, leaving my breasts sticking out in front of me. I’d worn this before, in previous reviews, and the doctor used a ruler to measure how far my titties extended from the base board to my aureole, and from the base to the end of my nipple. Measurements were taken of both breasts, and as usual my right side was a little more developed than my left, which is not unusual, and as she recorded the findings, Dr Forrest confirmed that I had grown a small amount since my last visit, and the lateral difference was still consistent. On my other visits Dr Forrest would take hold of my nipples, and pull them slowly outward, then measure them again, but she informed me that the requirement at this level, and in future reviews, was to use mechanical extension. The nurse brought over a metal frame, made of thin rods, two of which she fitted into grommets on the chest brace, one at the outer edge of each breast, turning them till they clicked into place. There was a cross piece which had two round pieces of metal, about the size of a soda bottle cap, in line with my nipples, and the nurse put a long screwed rod through the middle of each one. Onto the ends, she hooked a spring clamp, like the ones on my skirt hanger at home, making me bite my bottom lip as I imagined what was going to happen to me very soon. Dr Forrest asked if I was ready, then, when I nodded, she held my breast while she fastened the right clamp over my nipple, right at the base of my aureole. The plastic cover at the end of the clamp was covered with small protrusions, like little spikes, which now dug into my teat so it wouldn’t slip out, but the pressure wasn’t too much. Dr Forrest attached the second clamp to my other nipple, in the same place, then tightened the wing nuts on the screwed rod, just far enough to take up the slack. She measured the distance from the base plate, telling me that it was now the same position as the initial reading, then began to turn the screws again. I watched as my breasts elongated into cone shapes, pulling against my chest, the flesh around my aureoles gradually turning white as the pressure built up, and the pain beginning to increase. Surprisingly the doctor stopped there, saying my breasts needed a rest, but we would continue with my labia.
She pulled up a small stool in front of me, sitting on it so her eyes were level with my bare cunny, then slapped the inside of my thigh, ordering me to spread so she could reach in. With my feet about a yard apart, she had clear access to my girl cleft, which she gripped with both hands then tugged downward and apart, spreading my flower. Reaching inside my slit, she took firm hold of my inner petals, slowly pulling them further and further down, stretching them out. I love having my pussy handled like this, and I couldn’t help clenching my butt, and pushing my hips forward, a small moan escaping my lips as I felt a trickle of girl juice run out of me.
Dr Forrest let go and slapped my prominent mound with her open hand, “Behave, young lady,” she instructed me, “you’re not too big to get a spanking ,you know. We’ve only just started on your little cunny, so I can’t imagine what you’ll be like before we’re through with you.”
She held out her hand, and Nurse Sandra passed her another metal clamp, like those on my titties, and the doctor clipped it towards the back of my small petal, followed by another one on the other lip, then matching clamps at the front, alongside my clit. Spreading my larger petals outward, more clamps were fastened on those, lined up with the ones on my small lips, and with eight of them now biting into my tender flesh, it was beginning to sting. However, it was that lovely tingling feeling I get when I do this to myself in my bedroom. Dr Forrest now began to attach shiny metal teardrops to each clamp, carefully easing the weight onto them, so they gradually extended my labia with each addition. The doctor added a bow spring to each set of clamps on my outer labia, pushing them apart so that my cleft was spread wider, and my small petals now hung down on their own, without touching anything, and I could feel the air moving across them.
Dr Forrest called the nurse over to look at my cunny, “Come and see Sandra, we have a tiny visitor peeping out. Can you see this little girl’s clitoris becoming erect, isn’t it just so sweet?”
Talking about my most private places like this was not helping my self control, and even though I’d been told to behave, I could feel my hood peeling back and my clit pulsing with passion. The nurse reached over to the instrument tray, and brought back a short, narrow, clamp, showing me the soft pads inside the jaws, which she said would protect my clitoral hood when she clamped it on. I’ve never clamped that part of my cunny before, but the thought of it was definitely arousing, as well as the fear that it might hurt. I could feel the soft inner jaw sliding right inside the covering, one side against my skin, and the other rubbing along the shaft of my clit, till it pressed against the base. When Nurse Sandra released the clamp, it wasn’t painful at all, but the stimulation in the top of my slit, and on my clitoris, was exquisite. Dr Forrest took a smaller teardrop, clipped it on to my new clamp, then slowly lowered her hand as it pulled more and more on my hood, and I could actually feel the skin covering my clitoris up, hiding it from view.
“That’s much better,” Dr Forrest announced, “we don’t want that little piece of equipment coming out till later on in the show.” She picked up her ruler again, and measured how far she had stretched my pussy lips, writing it onto my chart, but she didn’t inform me whether I was doing well or not.
Standing up, the doctor rotated the screws on my chest brace a couple of more turns, bringing the pressure in my titties back to where it had been before, and adding another inch onto their length. I was now instructed to walk to the other side of the room, and my natural body rotation as I balanced put a series of intense stresses on my restrained chest. The other interesting effect was that the metal teardrops swung about slightly, knocking into each other with a succession of gentle musical notes that made me sound like a wind chime.
When I returned to stand in front of Dr Forrest again, she added another weight to each of my pussy clamps, tightened the screws attached to my nipples, stretching my breasts even more, then had me walk across the room once more. After this, my breast screws were slackened off, and the clamps relocated to grip the end of my teat, which was much more painful than it was further up, then they were tightened again, and I watched as the whole of my nipple was severely stretched. When I had spent several minutes being elongated, the doctor took a final set of measurements, recording them in my notes, then announced that she was extremely pleased with my progress. I had now achieved nearly two inches extension on my breasts, and labia, with one inch on my nipples, which was very good, but she thought that much more improvement could be made if I spent more time working on my elasticity at home.
Nurse Sandra removed the stretchers from my breasts, then the chest brace, the teardrop weights from my pussy, and finally the clamps from my petals.
** 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 – posted here
Extension Test (this post) – 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
:)
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
Doctors Visit 4 - Dilation Test
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
********************************
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
:)
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
:)
Monday, 1 November 2010
Doctors Visit 3 - Student Training
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
:)
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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