It was a day Sam dreaded with Dr. Ruben. His pelvic exam was due today and he knew there was no getting out of it. A chill crawled through his spine, yet an even more unsettling thought was that his daughter, Erin, was forced to go with him. A bright, sunny Saturday would be spent in a sterile clinic, unknown to Erin that it would be because of her father's secret exam. As far as she knew—as far as Sam made it seem—her father was getting a typical physical.

"Are we there yet?" Erin chirped from the backseat, kicking her feet against the back of Sam's seat in a rhythmic, impatient tap. The radio was playing some upbeat pop song, and she was humming along, slightly off-key but full of enthusiasm.

Sam glanced in the rearview mirror, offering a strained smile that he hoped looked natural. "Nope, almost, kiddo. Just a few more minutes." He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. A few more minutes until... He pushed the thought away.

"Is Dr. Ruben going to make you stand on the scale? Like a sumo wrestler?" she giggled, holding her arms out wide like a balloon.

"Maybe," Sam played along, trying to inject lightness into his voice. "And then he'll probably make me hop on one foot while juggling flaming torches. It's a very tough physical."

"No way!" Erin squealed, delighted by the absurdity. "Can I watch the flaming torches?"

"Uh, maybe not the torches part," Sam said quickly, mentally backtracking. "It's more of a... a very gentle check-up. He just looks at my ears, maybe taps my knee to see if my leg kicks out." He demonstrated with his hand on his thigh.

"Ooh, the reflex thing! That's funny!" She bounced in her seat. "Hey, Daddy, sing the chorus with me!"

The pop song hit its peak, and Erin started belting out the lyrics. Sam forced himself to join in, his baritone slightly flat, his mind miles away. He tried to focus on Erin's bright, happy face reflecting in the mirror, her carefree energy a stark contrast to the knot tightening in his stomach. Every time he managed a silly wiggle of his shoulders or a slightly-too-loud line, her smile widened, and the dread receded just a fraction. Just get through this, he told himself. Get through the appointment, get Erin some ice cream, and pretend like today was just any other Saturday.

He pulled the car into the clinic's parking lot. The familiar brick building loomed, looking particularly unwelcoming in the bright sunlight. He took a deep breath, turning off the engine. Erin was already unbuckling her seat belt, buzzing with anticipation for whatever came next, completely oblivious to the real reason they were there. Sam dragged behind Erin as they made their way into the building, taking in the wafting scent of antiseptic and a radiating cold that swirled around their bodies. Mostly Sam’s. “Hello, Mr. Lenard!” The nurse chirped. “how are we today?” Sam gave a nervous chuckle with a hesitant and weary smile.

“A bit nervous, but mostly well.” He replied.

“Is this your daughter?” Sam turned.

“Oh, yes, this is Erin.” Erin, hearing her name said, turned around and flashed the nurse a kind smile, flicking off a thick strand of blonde off her shoulder. Sam was given a clipboard and asked to fill out his medical history revolving around his reproductive health.

Sam took the clipboard and a careful step back, angling the stiff board away from Erin’s line of sight. His hand, he noticed, had developed a fine tremor he couldn’t quite suppress. He managed another strained smile at the nurse, his eyes flicking down to the form. “Yes, um, just the usual check-up stuff,” he mumbled, hoping the vagueness would satisfy Erin if she happened to overhear, though she was already pointing at a fish tank bubble-blowing poster on the wall.

The questions on the form swam before his eyes, but the bold headings were starkly clear: Past Reproductive Health Issues. Current Symptoms. History of Exam Procedures. Each line felt like an accusation, a spotlight specifically aimed at the part of him he was trying desperately to keep hidden, especially from the innocent, curious gaze of his daughter. He fumbled with the pen, the plastic slightly cold against his sweaty palm. Filling it out felt like signing a confession. He scribbled hasty answers, his handwriting messier than usual, acutely aware of Erin humming a tune next to him, completely absorbed in a game on her phone now.

The waiting area wasn't much better than the entrance. The antiseptic smell seemed stronger here, mixed with something metallic and faintly stale. The fluorescent lights buzzed with a low, irritating whine that seemed to vibrate directly in his skull. Every cough from another patient, every distant chime of an elevator, felt like a signal, a subtle drumbeat leading him closer to the inevitable. A faded landscape painting on the wall seemed to mock him; a serene, sunlit meadow that felt utterly alien to the cold, sterile reality he was trapped in. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but the cheap vinyl stuck to his skin. He kept glancing at Erin, then at the clock, then back at the form, the paper now damp under his grip. Keep it light, he told himself. Normal dad stuff.

“Dad, can I get a soda from the machine?” Erin piped up, pulling him from his spiral.

“Uh, maybe after, sweetie. Let’s just wait for them to call my name, okay?” He forced warmth into his voice, despite the icy dread pooling in his gut. He finished the form with a final, illegible flourish and handed it back to the nurse, who gave it a quick, professional scan that made Sam’s stomach clench.

“Alright, Mr. Lenard, Dr. Ruben will be with you shortly. If you’d just take a seat, please.”

They sat. Sam tried to engage Erin in conversation, asking about her day, about school, anything to distract himself and maintain the facade of a routine doctor’s visit. But his attention kept snapping back to the hallway leading off from the waiting area, a corridor that seemed longer and darker than it should have been, lined with anonymous doors. One of those doors held his immediate future, a future he couldn't let Erin glimpse.

Finally, the nurse reappeared. “Mr. Sam Lenard?”

Sam jolted upright, a jolt that sent a fresh wave of anxiety through him. “That’s me,” he said, his voice a little too high.

“Right this way, please.” She smiled brightly. “Now, Erin, is it? You’re welcome to wait here in the lobby, or we have a little play area just down the hall if you’d like.”

Erin looked up, momentarily confused. “I can’t go with my Dad?”

Sam jumped in quickly. “No, sweetie, it’s just, uh… boring doctor stuff. Doctor needs to talk to me privately for a minute. It won’t take long.” He leaned down, trying to appear casual. “You be a good girl, okay? I’ll be right back out.” He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, his hands still trembling slightly as he smoothed a stray lock of her hair. The guilt of the deception was a heavy weight on his chest, competing with the rising panic about the exam itself.

Erin felt a bit jaded from being seen still as her father’s ‘little girl,’ but kept quiet.

“Can I get that soda now?” She finally asked.

“Yes, of course.” He handed it over a dollar, grateful for the distraction. He made eye contact with the nurse again, giving her a tight, apologetic smile that she returned with practiced ease.

Walking down the clinical hallway felt like entering a different dimension. The air was colder, the antiseptic sharper. Each step echoed faintly, the sound amplifying his isolation. The doors they passed were all identical, anonymous save for small numbered plaques. It felt less like a medical clinic and more like a series of cells. A closed-door ahead seemed to pulse with silent dread.

The nurse led him into a room that was just as sterile as the hall. A standard examination table, covered with crinkly paper, dominated the space. A small counter held gleaming metal instruments, catching the light in a way that made Sam recoil internally. The air felt thin and charged with anticipation.

“If you could just have a seat here, Dr. Ruben will be in shortly,” the nurse said, gesturing towards a chair. “Dr. Ruben is known for being very thorough, just so you know. He doesn’t miss a thing.” She gave him another pleasant but somehow unnerving smile before leaving the room.

Very thorough. The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Sam’s stomach did a slow roll. He knew Dr. Ruben’s reputation. Not just for his clinical skill, but for his… methodical approach. An approach that left no stone unturned, no area unexamined. An approach that, while clinically necessary for a thorough evaluation, tapped into something deeper, something unsettlingly primal in Sam.

He sat on the edge of the chair, his muscles tensed, listening to the sounds of the clinic outside the door. Every footstep, every muffled voice, seemed to amplify his own pounding heart. He was trapped here now, the secret firmly behind that closed door.

His eyes darted around the room, taking in the pictures of a pregnant women’s anatomy, and what the makeup of a vaginal region is. The STD warning posters seemed to scream at him, while the blaring cold yet soft purplish walls did little to soothe him.

Meanwhile, out in the bustling waiting room, fourteen-year-old Erin fidgeted in her chair, swirling the last bit of soda in her plastic cup. Her mom was filling out some paperwork, engrossed in the clipboard. Boredom was setting in, thick and heavy. She took a final slurp of the sugary liquid and decided to stretch her legs.

Casually standing up, she wandered away from the main seating area, pretending to look at a faded poster about dental hygiene. Her feet carried her down a quiet side corridor she hadn't noticed before. It seemed less clinical here, the lights slightly dimmer. At the end of the hall, she saw a door, slightly ajar. Curiosity piqued, she pushed it open gently. It was a small, empty room, maybe an old office, dominated by a large pane of glass that took up most of the opposite wall.

She stepped inside, letting the door swing quietly shut behind her. Through the glass, she could see into a brightly lit examination room. It looked like a one-way mirror from this side. She squinted, recognizing the man sitting on the edge of the exam table – it was the guy who had been called back just before her. He was wearing one of those thin, blue hospital gowns, looking incredibly exposed.

Then, Dr. Ruben entered the room beyond the glass. He was tall and moved with precise, controlled movements. He spoke calmly, professionally. Erin couldn't hear him perfectly through the thick glass, but she saw him gesture towards Sam, saw Sam nod stiffly. Dr. Ruben walked closer to the table, his expression serious but neutral.

He began to speak again, his voice a low murmur through the barrier, but certain words and phrases began to penetrate Erin's awareness as he leaned closer to Sam. He was explaining the procedure, detailing what he was going to do. Erin saw Sam shift uncomfortably on the table, his eyes wide, fixed on the doctor's face. Dr. Ruben didn't seem to notice, or if he did, he ignored it, continuing with his painstaking explanation, his hand making small, incredibly specific movements. The word 'pelvic' came through almost clearly, followed by a wave of detailed anatomical descriptions and procedural steps that made Sam’s face tighten visibly with discomfort. Through the silent glass, Erin just stood there, holding her empty cup, watching as Dr. Ruben went over every single point of the upcoming, invasive examination with methodical, unwavering thoroughness, Sam’s vulnerability laid bare under the doctor's clinical gaze and her own unseen one.

When Dr. Ruben finally entered, he was exactly as Sam remembered from his previous, less intense visit. Tall, with precise, controlled movements and eyes that seemed to dissect everything they landed on. His handshake was firm, his voice calm and professional.

“Mr. Lenard. Thank you for coming in today. I’ve reviewed your form. Let’s get you ready for the examination.”

Sam nodded mutely, his throat tight. Dr. Ruben moved efficiently, explaining the process concisely, his voice clinical and steady. Sam followed instructions, his movements stiff and clumsy, shedding his clothes and pulling on the flimsy gown. The vulnerability of it – sitting exposed in this sterile room, under the intense gaze of the doctor – was almost paralyzing.

Erin watched, unaware of what might happen next. Then she watched her father guide his feet into the pulled out stirrups and scoot down to the edge of the table. The cotton blue drape over his lower half would become nothing as Sam laid back against the table, and scooted down some more to Dr. Ruben’s instructions, until his plump and seemingly squishy bottom cheeks were exposed to the sterile lighting. His legs were spread and widened out, showing the neatly trimmed blonde mound and his toned, yet slightly rippled inner thighs. Sam’s legs squirmed from the foot rests, feeling more than exposed to the eccentric doctor.

Erin couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and fascination as she watched her father's most intimate area being so openly displayed.

Dr. Ruben was busy preparing for the examination, snapping his white gloves into place with a loud, crisp sound that echoed through the room. Sam's toes curled slightly against the foot rests, his body tense and exposed. Erin couldn't help but notice the way her father's bottom seemed to widen at the top, creating a slight dimple at the base of his spine and exposing the soft hairless puckered pink rosette between his cheeks. His buttocks were smooth and unblemished, with the same pinpoint mole near his crack.

As Dr. Ruben approached the table, Erin's gaze was drawn to her father's most intimate area. The folds of his labia were slightly parted, revealing a hint of pink within. Erin could see the glistening moisture that had gathered at the entrance to her father's vagina, a testament to his nervousness and arousal. She couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and curiosity at the sight of her father's most private parts being so openly displayed.

Dr. Ruben's perspective earlier that spring, during Sam's mammogram, had been a different kind of intimate. As he'd carefully positioned his busty breasts on the cold, hard surface of the mammography machine, he couldn't help but notice the way Sam's nipples had hardened under his touch.

Sam's massive breasts had filled out the mammography plates, almost too large. Dr. Ruben had to use both hands to position each heavy globe, fingers sinking into the abundant flesh. The feel of them, soft and yielding yet firm, had stirred his arousal despite his professionalism. He could still picture the mammograms, those pale breasts illuminated through, the nipple Erectelis practically glowing against the rest of the tissue. That exam had taken much longer than necessary as he lost himself in touching and feeling, "ensuring" he got just the right angle and compression. By the end, Sam's nipples had been stiff peaks and Dr. Ruben had a painful erection suppressing a groan.

Now, as he prepared to examine Sam's vagina, Dr. Ruben couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He knew that he would once again be intimately connected with Sam, his gloved fingers exploring the most private and vulnerable parts of his body. As he sharpened his gloves again, Dr. Ruben took a deep breath, preparing himself for the task at hand. He knew that this examination would be both clinical and intensely erotic, a testament to the complex and sometimes surprising nature of human sexuality.

“Alright, Sam… you’re going to feel me touch you now.”

A shudder ran through the man’s spine, before he felt a latex hand, cup his furry lips and then fingers slowly spread them apart, bringing cool air wafting through his sensitive folds. The smacking and sticky sounds of Sam’s wet vulva echoed through the room, as Dr. Ruben prodded and felt them.

Erin watched Sam’s lips be spread open with Dr. Ruben’s pointer and thumb at the base of his mound, letting the room gawk at Sam’s fleshy pink slimy inner lips. After a few minutes of spreading and stretching his vagina, Dr. Ruben slid a slick finger inside of Sam, palpating the inner circles and sides of his canal. Erin watched her father’s face scrunch and frown, but internally reminded himself to breathe deeply and slowly. Sam remembered being this exposed from previous pelvic exams, and then when he was delivering Erin- his legs in large stirrups as even more of his vagina was seen by every member of the surgical room, and then every pair of pointers, swimming inside of his abused hole, trying to coax out Erin’s little squishy head. Sam straining and pushing as he labored to deliver her head from between his legs. The stirrups had forced his thighs far apart, letting the entire operating room witness every intimate detail as his pussy stretched obscenely wide.

But here Sam was in a lucid bad dream of being prodded deeply again, and feeling the slimy and slippery digits of his doctor. “Just squeeze around my finger, Sam, as hard as you can.”

Sam did and let his canal tense up tightly around Dr. Ruben’s digital presence. Erin squirmed watching the vivid ins and outs of her father’s vagina in all it’s messy glory. Dr. Ruben’s finger slid out before inviting itself back in, deeper this time, making Sam moan a bit. “Bare down as hard as you can.” Sam pushed around Dr. Ruben’s finger, letting the doctor’s finger explore more, before he pressed it down against the floor of Sam’s pelvic. “I’m going to insert the speculum now,” Dr. Ruben grabbed the metal instrument from off the metallic tray. “You’ll feel some pressure, but just try to relax.”

Dr. Ruben thickly lubricated the metal machine, before gently sliding in the cold metal speculum between Sam's labia, slowly inserting it into his dripping canal, letting the lube ooze out over Sam’s already wet hole- the lube and fluids mixing into a shimmery art. Sam gasped as the speculum made its way around Sam’s canal, deeply exploring the fleshy pink cave. “Ah!”

“Are you alright, Sam?”

Sam nodded, taking in a breath.

“Remember, take deep breaths and just relax.” Dr. Ruben reminded. Sam nodded and shut his eyes tightly, before opening them again and focusing on the beaming rays of exam room lights.

The instrument opened with a soft click, his inner folds parting and stretching wide open. The doctor peered into the light pink fleshy depths of Sam's most intimate area, visibly probing and investigating every crevice. The instrument opened with a soft click, his inner folds parting and stretching wide open. The doctor peered into the light pink fleshy depths of Sam's most intimate area, visibly probing and investigating every crevice.

Sam grimaced and tensed as the speculum continued pressing in deeper, his hole clenching and fluttering around the intrusive instrument. The slick wet sounds of his walls being stretched filled the examination room.

"How are you feeling, Sam?" Dr. Ruben asked casually, merely making small talk as he adjusted the speculum, causing it to shift and tug on Sam's sensitive insides.

Sam let out a strained grunt in response. He couldn't believe this was happening, the thorough and humiliating examination of his exposed vagina splayed out before this seemingly aroused doctor. The vulnerability and mortification were almost too much to bear.

Erin watched with rapt attention from behind the glass window, shifting uncomfortably as she took in the lewd sight of her father's privates on full display. His swollen puffy outer lips were slick with arousal, stretched wide open and glistening. She could see the pearly pink of his vulnerable inner walls, quivering and clenching rhythmically around the metal that Dr. Ruben was slowly pumping in and out of him. Finally, Dr. Ruben locked the speculum into place, opening it wide, showcasing her father’s pearly pink cervix with a wide hole than a virgin’s. “Ah, the hole’s wider from the childbirth.” Dr. Ruben said.

"Everything's looking good in there," Dr. Ruben murmured, more to himself than Sam. "Let's see..." He reached for a long swab on the tray.

Sam held his breath, bracing himself. He knew what was coming next. The doctor would be swabbing deep inside of him, reaching way up towards his womb. He'd be pushed to the edge, right to the point of feeling like he'd have to push the instrument out of him.

Dr. Ruben dipped the soft swab into a cup of lube, coating the tip liberally. Then he carefully eased it between Sam's puffy lips and into his folds. Bypassing the speculum, he angled it to slide alongside the instrument already deeply embedded inside Sam's sensitive hole.

Sam cried out as the swab pressed in alongside the metal, his eyes rolling back. The dual sensations of both objects probing his most intimate depths were slowly driving him wild. He could feel himself getting wetter by the second, arousal building to a fever pitch despite the humiliating circumstances.

Dr. Ruben pumped the swab in and out in tandem with the speculum opening and closing Sam's walls. Sam's pussy squelched and sucked as the wet sounds of his deep inner holes being forced open and explored filled the room. His labia stretched obscenely wide around the gynecological instruments.

"Good Sam, you're doing well," Dr. Ruben said, sounding distracted. The swab disappeared from view as he pushed it up towards Sam's womb, reaching almost impossibly deep. "Let me know if you need to push, okay?"

Sam's face screwed up tight as he bit his lip and fisted his hands at his sides. The urge to suddenly bear down and expel the instruments was building fast. He could feel his walls starting to flutter and quiver, clenching down on the unwelcome objects invading him. “P-Please…” he cried out a bit.

“Almost done, Sam. Just a few more swabs, and then the speculum gets removed.”

Sam gasped and laid his head back on the table, his hands gripping the sides of the table. Beads of sweat stood out on his forehead as he panted shallowly through his nose. Dr. Ruben continued pumping the swab and speculum in a steady rhythm. He pushed the swab deep into Sam’s cervical entrance and swirled the swab around, before pulling it out. Sam gasped and panted loudly. “Here’s the second one,” Dr. Ruben took a plastic spatula and pressed it the mouth of his cervix before twirling it around for samples. He placed the swab and the head of the spatula in a small liquid bottle, before sealing it.

“The third and fourth… the third one is a small brush that might be uncomfortable, but I’ll go quickly.” And with that, the brush was deeply inserted into Sam, making him flinch a bit and cry out.

“Ooooh, God!”

“It’s alright, Sam. Just breathe through it- I’m almost done.” Dr. Ruben quickly finished the sample, and then shoved the cum covered brush into another liquid filled bottle. “Here’s the last one.” The last cotton swab was shoved deeply into Sam’s open womb, making him squirm and writhe against the pressure and the sensation. Sam breathed out loudly, barely containing his grunts and loud moans. “Pleasssseee!”

“Alright, Sam… we’re all done with that.” Sam collapsed back onto the table, chest heaving as he gasped for air. His entire body was flushed and trembling.

Distantly, he was aware of Dr. Ruben disposing of the instruments and his gloved hand on his belly. "You did very well, Sam. We're all finished..."

But Sam barely registered the doctor's words, too lost in his own head processing what had just happened and wishing he could disappear. He'd never felt so exposed and humiliated as he did in that moment.

But the exam wasn’t over yet.

After Dr. Ruben discarded his used gloves, he donned on new ones with a sharp snap. “Now it’s time for the bimanual examination.” Sam gulped as he watched Dr. Ruben squirting a heavy dollop of lubricant over his two fingers, before rubbing them together, making his fingers glisten in the light.

Erin couldn’t look away and felt her heart beat out of her chest watching carefully what would happen next.

Dr. Ruben approached the examination table, his eyes focused on Sam's face as he carefully inserted his lubricated fingers into his vagina. Sam gasped at the initial intrusion, his body tensing momentarily before relaxing as Dr. Ruben began to explore the depths of him. Sam tried thinking of happy thoughts; anything but this exam. But Dr. Ruben’s deep and suffocating touches were too hard to drown out. Every time Sam thought he did, a squelching sound of his own pussy would ring loudly through the room, feeling how moist the doctor’s fingers were buried knuckle deep into him.

The sound of Sam's wet and moist vagina filled the room, echoing off the walls as Dr. Ruben's fingers moved with practiced precision. He pressed against his pelvic walls, feeling for any abnormalities or signs of discomfort. Sam squirmed under his touch, her breath hitching as he probed deeper, his fingers exploring every inch of him.

"You're very wet, Sam," Dr. Ruben noted, his voice low and steady. "Is this causing you any discomfort?"

"No, Doctor," Sam managed to reply, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just...unexpected." His face reddened.

Dr. Ruben nodded, his fingers continuing to move within him, his other hand now pressing against his lower abdomen. He assessed his internal organs, noting any irregularities or signs of distress. As he worked, the sound of Sam's arousal grew louder, his body responding to the intimate touch of the examination. “I’m just examining your ovaries and uterus.” Dr. Ruben stated.

Erin watched as her father’s bottom and vagina were this display of glistening art painted in lube. She watched Sam’s feet jump from the stirrups a few times if the doctor nudged a sensitive part or if he felt himself succumbing to his own arousal. What neither Erin or Sam expected, was for Dr. Ruben’s whole fist to enter into Sam’s hole. “Ahhh!” He cried, his legs trembling. “I can’t take much more!”

“Hold steady, Sam. You’re almost there.” A loud smacking squelching sound could be heard as Sam’s breaths became rapid and he felt a hyper powered rain gush through his body. Dr. Ruben took his fist out and smiled. “Very good.” He put on new gloves again.

He spread Sam’s cheeks wide- cupping each of the doughy like skin in both grasps and losing himself in how soft and plump Sam’s bottom cheeks were. Eventually, he let them clap close with a faint sound of them clapping each other like plump mounds of dough.

“The last part of the exam is the rectal vaginal one.” Sam watched wide eyed as Dr. Ruben squirted tons of lube over his pointer and middle finger. Shoving them into each hole, Sam’s body clenched around the intrusion. Dr. Ruben’s fingers dived deep into each hole, pressing the roof and floor of them together with his fingers inside. Then Dr. Ruben popped his finger from Sam’s vagina, before letting his middle one explore deep inside of Sam’s rectum.

“All done!” he said, pulling the finger out, leaving behind a trail of slimy lube around the ring of Sam’s abused holes.

The fingers finished their vigorous examination of the elegant canal. Dr Ruben then unscrewed a bottle of lube and squirted it liberally into Sam's gaping, twitching holes. "Ah! What was that?" Sam asked, startled as he felt the cold slickness coat his insides.

"An examination continues. I'm going to test the strength of your pelvic floor muscles now." He replied, pulling out a large ball-like dildo from his cabinet. It was about the size of a grapefruit. Dr Ruben scooped up some of the excess lube and gave the dildo a thick coating before pressing it against Sam's quivering entrance.

"No wait! I don't think it will fit!" Sam cried as he felt the bulbous head start to spread him open. But Dr Ruben just pressed harder, until the thick ball popped inside Sam with a sigh. Sam let out a cry as the dildo wiggled inside him and nudged his cervix.

"Okay now I want you to bear down and push. Like you're giving birth." Dr Ruben instructed, adjusting the stirrups so Sam's knees were nearly touching his chest, his legs now spread obscenely wide.

Sam took a deep breath and tried to clench, but the huge weighty ball just shifted inside him. He strained and grunted, feeling the pressure build in his pelvis as his inner muscles worked to expel the intrusive object. Suddenly, Sam's body spasmed and the dildo shifted.

"That's it, keep going! You're doing great!" Dr Ruben encouraged, his hand sliding into Sam's stretched hole and fishing around for the bulb. He could feel it moving, and guided it downwards until it started to emerge with a lewd squelch.

“AHHH! I’M SO SENSITIVE THERE! PLEASE! NO MORE!” Sam cried, struggling against Dr. Ruben’s tough.

“I have to, I know, Sam.” Dr. Ruben dug in deeper, making Sam writhe against the stirrups and his vagina to yelp and holler with a stern squelch. “Erin!” Sam cried out as the ball slid out, leaving a gushing trail of lube and cum behind to fall over his plump cheeks and drench them in his own fluids.

Sam was panting and flushed, his body shaking from the exertion. As the ball pushed out more, a gush of clear fluid followed, splattering the exam table and Dr. Ruben's arm, spraying a thick white greasy paste of himself like a fountain. The doctor looked at it, confused, then smiled knowingly.

"Looks like the exam excited you quite a bit, Sam! No need to be embarrassed, it's a natural response." He said, as the dildo finally popped free, followed by a flood of clear ejaculate that continued to spurt out of Sam's clenching, twitching hole, making an absolute mess. His hole was still stretched, leaving a reminder of the exam for a while.

Sam buried his burning face in his hands, utterly mortified. He had never been so humiliated in his life. But the exam was finally over. Dr. Ruben cleaned him up and let him dress, before sending him out to where Erin was supposedly waiting.

Erin looked up curiously as Sam emerged, but he just shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. They walked to the car in silence, then Sam finally broke the quiet. "Let's go get that ice cream. I could really use a treat right now."

"Sure thing, Dad. Anything you want today?" Erin asked casually, as if she hadn't just witnessed the most mortifyingly intimate exam imaginable. Sam just chuckled in response, picking out his favorite flavor and eating it in brooding contemplation, while still keeping a smile on for Erin.

The sweetness was nice, but it couldn't erase the lingering ache inside him, or the burning shame of his body's uncontrollable reaction. He knew he would never be able to look Dr Ruben in the eye again. But for now, he just focused on the cold creamy ice cream and the normalcy of spending time with his daughter. It was enough.