Doctor's Visit 25 - 6 - Dilation Test

Doctor's Visit 25 - 6 - Dilation Test

“Shall we continue with the next examination Katie,” Dr Forrest asked, “the dilation test, so we can see how far we can open up all your delicious little holes without tearing them? I’m afraid this one is going to be really uncomfortable for you, because we are about five years behind schedule since you wanted to keep hold of your cherry so long. You’ll have noticed that the milestone exam is a year later this time, on your twenty fifth birthday instead of your twenty fourth, and they will move to every five years from now, instead of every three years. This is because your rate of development slows down as you get older, so I want to catch up on what we’ve missed so far, and get all of your holes expanded to where a twenty five year old woman of your build should be by now.”

“Because I’m going to be stretching your limits, as well as your cute little pussy, I’ll let you use your safe word to take one or two short breaks, but not too many or we’ll never get this finished today. Now, can you confirm today’s safe word for me?”

“Yes Miss, the safe word is ‘Sufficient’.” I answered quietly, “But I promise not to use it unless I really, really have to. I’m going to be a brave girl for you, Miss.”

Dr Forrest stroked my cheek, “That’s splendid Cupcake,” she encouraged, “you’re such a wonderful girl, and you always make me enormously pleased with you. Now, let’s get you properly opened up this time shall we, and if you are really well behaved, I’ve got a pleasant surprise for you.”

I hopped up onto the Ob/Gyn chair instead of the exam table this time, because I knew from experience that Dr Forrest likes to get me nicely spread out when she stretches my pussy with all her shiny steel tools and equipment. Half a dozen sets of Velcro straps later and I’d been firmly secured to the chair, with hardly any movement possible at all, other than my fingers and toes. Even my head was secured with a strap across my forehead, and I knew I was going to have my cock swallowing abilities tested.

Nurse Sandra picked up a spreader from the trolley, handed it to the doctor, who held it in place while the nurse clamped each of my outer pussy lips to it, then Dr Forrest squeezed the handles to push my fat petals wide apart, each click of the ratchet forcing my slit wider open. I love my slit being opened like that, the cool breeze blowing across my girlcleft, and just the right amount of pressure to make it hurt a little. I could even feel my entrance start to flower open as the doctor picked up her ‘little girl opener’, a beautiful shiny steel speculum, rather small in size, that she had used many times before to open me up during my previous exams. The small metal legs would open up my tough little hymen just enough so she could reach inside my cunny to poke and prod to her heart’s content, but today she placed the tip of the instrument into my pussy and let go.

The medical tool dropped straight down, like falling into a well, not even touching the sides, till the flared end wedged into my hole, and the handle slapped painfully onto my erect clit. Doctor Forrest said that was no good, and she was sorry that she couldn’t use it on my little girl hole any more, but then smiled broadly as she removed the small speculum, and swapped it for a much bigger model, which she called her ‘grown up cunt buster’. This one, she said, had split quite a few High School seniors wide open, and they’d gone home with much more slit than they’d arrived with.

I doubted if that was actually true, but I loved the tales of terror Doctor Forrest told me, just to put me on edge, having listened to them since I was in Kindergarten, and always managed surviving my treatments in one piece. I think she did it so she could compliment me on being such a brave girl, and give me a hug afterward.

This Lady’s speculum was a stainless steel device, with three long legs, and a pair of ratchet handles to force them open, which the doctor did to show me how wide they could go, and it was absolutely huge, about the size of a big grapefruit. She closed them down again, but not all the way, probably about two inches wide, before greasing the legs with jelly, then forcing the tips into my pussy, which Nurse Sandra stretched wide with her fingers. It hurt a bit first off, and it was really strange being stretched right at the start, instead of putting the speculum in closed, and then opening it up. When the doctor had got a couple of inches inside me, she leaned on the open end hard, to push another couple of inches straight in, stretching my walls to accommodate it, with the edges of the blades feeling as if they were slicing into my flesh.

The handles were at the bottom, as they usually were when the doctor inserted a speculum, which would normally make the legs line up vertically, along my slit, but with them being open already, one leg was at the top, against my clit, and the other two were at the bottom, stretching the end of my hole wide apart. Taking hold of the handles, Dr Forrest rotated them to the top, causing the triangle of legs to ream my pussy like an apple corer, till the top was forced apart, and the bottom of my slit stretched downwards. Another straight push made me gasp till I had six inches of steel inside me, and I could feel it bottom out, but the nurse made a point that there were still four more inches to go, so maybe they’d have to screw those back and forth to get it all into me. They took it in turns to twist and push those hard blades deeper and deeper inside me, tipping the ends up and down as they forced my womb right up into my tummy, but they managed to get all ten inches in at last.

Dr Forrest squeezed the handles, and the blades spread out, click, click, click, click, taking my aching pussy walls with them, four clicks straight off, and I’d already started from two inches. She was right about wanting to catch up, but I’d never been opened up so fast before, yet even though it was painful, the fantasy of a cruel doctor trying to rip my cunny in half had me thrusting my hips in helpless pleasure. The doctor checked inside my gaping hole with a flashlight and a rounded metal probe, stroking the sidewalls and around the muscle ring of my cervix, then angled it forward to rub my g-spot, laughing every time I jerked at the touch. Turning the probe over, Dr Forrest showed me where the other end was much sharper, though not enough to break the skin, she said, just increase the sensations to a much higher level.

When she pressed the sharp probe into my inner pussy wall it felt like a needle entering my flesh, but without the damage, and when she drew it along the lining from its full depth to almost my cunny entrance, she asked if it felt like she was splitting my pussy open, and it did. I loved playing fantasy games like this, even though I have a dread of needles and knives, but Dr Forrest knows just how to work with my desires, working the probe around the neck of my cervix, describing just how she could separate my vagina from my womb and remove it all for medical science. Moving to the front wall inside my pussy, she worked round the edge of my G-spot, asking if I could cope without this central pleasure spot, and perhaps it would stop me having such a wet pussy. Even as I begged not to be cut open, her touch inside made me climax as she smiled and suggested it would be too much of a loss.

Having played with me for a while, the doctor reminded me there was work to be done, that at the moment was a smear test, something I, and most women, hate having done, but have to put up with if we want to prevent later health problems. Nurse Sandra told me they would be using a different swab than normal for my test, showing me one, a white brush device with a set of soft plastic bristles like an arrow head, all mounted on a long blue plastic handle. I told her there was no way she could get that through my cervix, but she smiled and explained that it was only the middle bristles that went a short way inside, and the wider ones brushed the top edge of my cervix, collecting samples from both areas at once. She guided it into place, and the touch was very gentle when it came in contact, then she rotated it five times, which was a really weird sensation, though no way near as painful as the smear tests I’d had before.

After the sample was bagged and taken to reception for delivery to the lab, Dr Forrest held up the set of ten steel sounds that she explained were going to be used on me today, to widen both my cervix and my urethra, and if I was a good little girl she would put each one in very slowly, then let me rest between them. This was part of setting up a scene between us, partly to let me play at being a preteen again, but also to permit Dr Forrest to satisfy her love of her younger patients without the added difficulty of parental consent, and legal difficulties. It’s something we both enjoy, so matched us up rather well as I assumed my little girl persona.

Nurse Sandra set up a stand mirror between my legs so that I could see most of what they were going to do with my poor, helpless cunny, all stretched out for their enjoyment, and mine as well, although I’d probably have a more difficult time of it. The first sound which Dr Forrest brought over was 4mm dia, with a nice rounded end, and the doctor rested it against my cervix, giving me a chance to see where it was before she pressed it through the muscle with only token resistance, and no more pain than when Master Mark takes me without any foreplay. When it had entered, Dr Forrest didn’t stop, but kept on pushing more of the steel rod into my womb, almost up to the line marked on the shaft, somewhere about 4 inches I’d guessed. She explained that the shaft tapered wider here by another 2mm so that my cervix would be stretched a little bit more, and as she pushed it deeper, she also twisted it round, as if it were being screwed into me. When it reached the second mark, that was 6mm diameter, the doctor said, and pushed another two inches inside my womb to where I could just feel it touching the far wall of my uterus, a really weird feeling that I’d never had, because in my whole life, nothing had ever gone in there.

Dr Forrest now rotated the end of the sound, within the confines of the speculum, as if she were stirring a pudding, which dragged my cervix round and round to a lesser degree, an even stranger sensation than being penetrated that bordered on painful when it was pulled notably far out of line. Since my cervix was reasonably fixed in place, the other end of the metal rod, where it pressed against the inside of my womb, now described the same shape as the end in the speculum. I told Dr Forrest that it felt like a worm crawling about in my tummy, and into my mind popped an anime image I captioned a while ago of a young girl with slugs put into her womb by a doctor, and with each movement of the rod I grew closer to an orgasm. Nurse Sandra pointed out my arousal, and the doctor withdrew the sound while my passion receded, then inserted it to its full length, the narrow section followed by the wider one, stretching the neck of my cervix, then pressing my uterine wall at the end of its travel.

Ten times the sound was inserted and removed, each insertion going a little deeper, pressing harder into my womb, and lifting it up into my tummy with increasing pain before it was at last removed altogether. Dr Forrest wiped the sound with alcohol then inserted the tip into my pee hole with some lubricant gel, Nurse Sandra gripped my erect clitoris and pulled it upward to give better access, while the doctor slid the metal shaft slowly in. She just kept feeding the sound deeper and deeper, not stopping to let me adjust, as I do at home, but stretching out my urethra along its entire length, from pussy to bladder. When it forced open the tight sphincter of my bladder, the nurse rolled my clit between her fingers to balance the pain in my tummy, and the doctor just kept pushing more and more of the steel into me, impaling my bladder till it struck the back wall and pushed it into my tummy.

Instead of pulling the sound all the way out, as she had done with my cervix, Dr Forrest only pulled it back two inches, then pushed it in and out about once every second, asking me if I’d been fucked in my pee hole before. When I said I hadn’t, but I’d seen it in an anime comic, she suggested that when she’d forced all of the sounds up my pee hole, even the big 30mm one, it might be a nice idea to get some pencil dicked nerd to give it a try. She knows just the right things to push my erotic buttons, and the image that conjured up set my pussy on fire as she finally left the sound embedded inside me, and clamped it to the speculum so I wouldn’t push it out as my pussy convulsed.

Dr Forrest gave the speculum handles another click, tightening the pressure on my enlarged cunny, then worked the 6mm sound into my cervix, in exactly the same way she had done with the smaller one. When I’d been stretched to her satisfaction, the doctor clamped that sound to the speculum as she had my pee hole one, leaving them both to settle in to their larger sizes, then showed me a pink dildo about the size of my medium one I have at home.

Standing the dildo up in my stretched pussy, where it didn’t touch the sides, Dr Forrest spread some lube on my bottom, working her finger right inside, then two fingers, followed by three fingers, which was stretching me nicely. Nurse Sandra helped her by slipping a finger in one side of my anus, while Dr Forrest hooked a finger in the other side, and then they both pulled sideways, right up to my limit, where I was gasping, but still not calling a halt. The two of them alternated pulling vertically and horizontally, till I was prepared enough, they said, and then the head of the dildo was pushed through my sphincter with very little trouble.

Instead of pushing it inside my bum as they usually did, Dr Forrest left it just inside, with the nurse holding it in place so it didn’t fall out, while she explained that due to having a lot more stretching to do than usual, even though my bottom was quite well developed, she’d decided to be more aggressive with it. She took a cloth cover off one of the instrument trays, and then produced a 1lb rubber mallet, the sort I’d bought from the hardware store on Blake Boulevard on the other side of the Greenway. In order to save time, she said, they were going to whack the dildo into my ass in two or three goes, rather than push it in slowly. This was one of the games Mom and I sometimes played, based on some porn images by Preston, and Dr Forrest probably had it all down in my notes from some of the discussions we’d had about my sexual activity.

She took a couple of practice swings against my thigh, much harder than Mom would of used on me, then pulled her arm right back and swung at the dildo sticking out of my ass, hitting it dead centre, and ramming the plastic shaft several inches inside. I could feel it drag my anal ring in with it, and the nurse pushed a few more inches in as well, to keep up the momentum of the initial swing. The impact wasn’t nearly as bad as it had looked from the set up, but the impression it gave was awesome, and I let out a suitable grunt of shock, pleading for mercy.

“Oh please Miss,” I said in my best little girl voice, “no more. You’ve ripped my little bottom wide open. Please don’t hit that nasty dildo again; you’ll tear me in half next time. I promise to be a good girl, honest I do, just don’t hammer it in any further. Please.”

Dr Forrest looked suitably pleased with my response as she smiled warmly at me, but shaking her head, she just replied, “I’m sorry Munchkin, but this big dildo has to go all the way up that tight little bottom, and I’m in a hurry, so you be a brave little girl, while I hammer it in as quick as I can.”

With that, she swung the rubber mallet twice more, each blow less severe than it appeared, but still providing a sharp inward thrust to the long plastic shaft, driving it in several inches every time. The nurse manoeuvred it carefully to avoid any damage, but it still stretched and filled me much faster than I would have liked, although in a way I did like it, because I was so helpless to resist what the doctor was doing to me. When the dildo had been driven all the way inside me, the nurse fitted a pad to the bottom of the chair, which rested against the end of the shaft to stop it coming out.

Now that my bottom, pussy, cervix and urethra were all stretched, Dr Forrest said there was just one more hole to open up while the others got used to their new sizes, and she took a big dental clamp from the nurse, and fitted it into my mouth. My dentist has used a similar device on me when I complain that I can’t keep my jaw open while he works on me, and he seemed quite keen to use it when I told him my girlfriend had one when she had her teeth worked on. I was in the last year of junior high, 15 years old, with budding breasts, and a habit of letting my legs fall open when I was in the dentist chair, which I knew showed off my panties, and a couple of times when I forgot to put any on, my bare cunny was on display while I was tipped back in the chair. One time I kept grabbing his arm, so he had the hygienist put some Velcro straps round my wrists to keep me still, which really had my heart racing, especially when her arm pushed my skirt hem all the way up.

I felt just the same now, with the nurse pressing the levers at each side, cranking my jaw wide open till I felt the hinge under my cheek bone begin to strain as if it would dislocate, but she put her fingers right inside my mouth, felt around and said I was OK. She swung a mirror to the side of me so that I could see how far my mouth was stretched, and the shiny steelwork inside it, looking for all the world like the Jersey tunnel.

“Right Katie, since I know you’re quite good at oral sex,” Dr Forrest announced, “we need to document your current capacity, both width and length this time, and we’ll start you off with your favourite.” Nurse Sandra passed her a realistic pink dildo, complete with veins, a large tapered helmet, and a darling retractable foreskin that Dr Forrest rolled back for me to see. It was the same size as mine at home, but much more detailed. “Now just relax my sweetheart, and breathe through your nose while I slip this inside.” As she eased the plastic cock into my mouth I played with it a while, running my tongue over the head, and the foreskin, just like my Master Mark, then she pushed the shaft further into my mouth. Dr Forrest removed the dildo while Nurse Sandra moved the headrest back, lifting my chin to straighten my throat, and my clit started pulsing at what I knew was next.

“Now then little lady, shall we find out if you can be a good girl and swallow Auntie Bev’s nice cock, like a helpful girl should.” It was wonderful when Dr Forrest played auntie instead of doctor, so I submissively relaxed my throat as she pushed the dildo in deeper and deeper, over my tongue, past my tonsils, and ever so slowly into my throat. “Oh my sweetheart,” she praised me, “that’s magnificent, now just relax and breathe. I’m so delighted with my little niece taking such a big cock down your throat.”

I was overjoyed that Dr Forrest was pleased with my achievement, it was something that I practiced quite often at home with my own dildo, especially since I’d given myself to Master Mark, and I loved to demonstrate my skills for him by sucking his cock as deep as I can take it. And for Grandad, and Uncle Robert, and Mom as well when she wears her strap-on.

Nurse Sandra made sure I didn’t choke on the dildo, which was to be left in for as long as possible, while I breathed through my nose and she tormented my erect nipples, twisting and pinching them. Dr Forrest was busy increasing the size of the sounds, by removing the one in my urethra, and replacing it with the larger one she pulled out of my cervix, then pushing the 10mm sound into my cervix to stretch it even further. She added a few clicks to my vaginal speculum widening my pussy, and then she worked the lower dildo in and out of my bottom, while the nurse fucked my throat with the other dildo, double ending me. After a few minutes the doctor suggested to Nurse Sandra that they swap, but instead of exchanging places, they both pulled their dildoes completely out and handed them to each other.

Ass to mouth is not something I enjoy directly, I find the taste disgusting, and I’ve always been brought up to consider it something that nice people don’t do because it’s dirty, and I’ve had my bottom spanked when I was a girl for not cleaning myself properly. Nurse Sandra held the dildo that had been up my ass right over my face while she examined it, turning it so I could see the brown streaks along the shaft, then slipping it into my mouth, hardly touching the edges due to the dental spreader. Gradually she slid it all the way down my throat, while the tapered end rubbed against the damp walls on its way in, then she rotated it to wipe all the filth from it, onto the side of my throat, and across my tongue. She carefully worked the shaft in and out, twirling it round and round to ensure my whole mouth was coated in my own shit.

Nurse Sandra removed the dildo from my mouth, tilting my head back up so that I could see Dr Forrest unclamp the sound in my pee hole, then slowly pull its length out of me, only to have it replaced with a catheter of the same size, which she stopped just short of it entering my bladder. While she held it in place, the doctor passed the open end to the nurse, who put it into my gaping mouth, then smiled as the doctor pushed the tube through the sphincter and in my bladder, allowing my pee to flow through the clear tube up to my mouth, where I was instructed to swallow. Nurse Sandra directed the flow all over my tongue, along the sides of my mouth, and round my teeth, making sure it went everywhere until the flow stopped when my bladder was completely drained.

Removing the catheter, Dr Forrest unclamped the cervical sound from the speculum, leaving the sound in place while she slackened the speculum a little bit, and then yanked it out while it was still half expanded. She took hold of the steel sound, working it in and out of my cervix a few times, then, pulling the shaft out quickly, gave it a quick wash in alcohol, fitted it into my pee hole, then rammed it in all in one go, stretching my tube all the way till it penetrated fully into my bladder. Picking up the 14mm sound, Dr Forrest said they would skip the 12, as they were in a rush, then inserted that one just as quickly as the one she’d forced into my poor pee hole, with an accompanying squeak from me. Taking hold of both long metal sounds as they protruded from my pussy, the doctor started moving them in every direction, dragging my insides with them, pressing them hard into my flesh, pulling them out and driving them back in again, until I was thoroughly stirred up.

“Oh Katie, that was magnificent,” Dr Forrest praised me, “you did especially well to suffer that for me. It’s not a painless sequence, but some of the girls cause such a commotion you’d think we were ripping their insides out. You, on the other hand, are a true gem, my very own compliant little girl, accepting anything I do to you without objection or fuss.”

I muttered a response, but it was garbled by the dental gag, which the nurse quickly removed, so I replied, “I try my hardest to be courageous for you, doctor, and to make you happy.”

“I love working with you pumpkin, every time you come and visit us you make me proud that you’re one of my patients. Unfortunately the sound you’ve got in your bladder at the moment is nowhere near big enough, and that little cervix can stretch so much further than it has been yet. I’ve got four more to force into your tiny holes, the next one is easy, but those three after that will be a big jump each time.” Dr Forrest saw the anxiety etched on my face, and told me, “Not to worry my petal, I promise I won’t split anything down there, not too far anyway, and I’m confident that you can handle a lot more pain than you give yourself credit for. Now then, let’s get started before we’re late for lunch, and after you’re stuffed with our largest and longest dildoes we can give you something to eat.”

She pulled the sound from my aching bladder, then quickly replaced it with the one she next dragged with a flourish out of my cervix, almost turning it inside out, but making me squeak when the 14mm shaft slid all the way down my pee hole. She was right about the next for my cervix being easy, at 16mm diameter it went in a treat, but the flared top was 20mm, another 4mm fatter, and the nurse kept pinching my clitoris to make me hump the sound like a dog in heat. She opened the speculum a couple of clicks to stretch my pussy, then pulled the dildo from my bottom and slid it in my mouth, making me tip my head back to allow it to go down my throat, with even more shit on it this time. The dildo she was going to put up my ass now was seriously big, not just fat, but long as well, nearly eighteen inches, but she managed to force it all the way inside me, with the nurse encouraging me by spanking my bottom with a tawse, then a couple to each breast as well. It’s surprising what a little bit of wriggling will get accomplished.

The 20 and 25 mm sounds were really difficult, even with loads of lube, plenty of pulling and pushing, and some creative twirling around, but they both went in, and both holes as well, as amazing as that seemed, and the dildo wedged right up my bum was a huge four inches. Finally it was time for the last round, much to my relief, and the 30mm steel sound forced in my already sore womb was like being torn open, but Nurse Sandra and Dr Forrest played with my breasts and clitoris so that I was cumming most of the time my pussy was getting speared like a fish. That enormous metal shaft was left in place while the nurse fucked my bottom with the large dildo, and Dr Forrest made me take two foot of silicone dildo right in mouth, down my throat, and into my stomach. While I held that one in place, the doctor fitted a large syringe to the end of it, filled with a thick white fluid that she said was horse semen from a local stable, then pumped it straight into my tummy. I climaxed like a wild woman at the thought of being filled with horse cum, even though I thought it was probably fake, until Dr Forrest showed me a bottle labelled “Real Horse Sperm – certified by the Stable Club”.

After all the dildoes and sounds were removed, I was released from the chair, all the Velcro straps undone, and the nurse steadied me while the feeling came back into my legs as I stood up and stretched. Because it was lunchtime, Dr Forrest left me with Nurse Sandra, who took me to get a drink from the water cooler on the other side of reception, but I wasn’t allowed to dress, and had to walk naked past everyone in the waiting room. With both my arms clasped behind me, I drank from the cup she held to my lips, then was marched to the restroom to pee while the door was held fully open so everyone could watch me squat with my knees wide apart, and my pussy still gaping.

Nurse Sandra guided me back to the examination room, where I sat on a tall metal stool with two dildoes attached, and we both enjoyed a sandwich and coffee that the receptionist kindly brought in for us, discussing how well I’d behaved during my dilation test. After we’d both finished eating, the nurse brought over the breast pump again because my nipples had begun leaking, and she said I would need to be emptied in order to keep my lactation active. She had the suction quite low, which was much more pleasant, as my breasts were expressed far more gently. When I was down to a trickle, the nurse detached the pump, poured the milk into one of the bottles they have, and left it on the side, while she cleaned the tubes.