“Babe, you have to get going soon, don't you?” I heard my boyfriend call out. I frantically glanced at my watch. Damn, it was already pretty late. This stupid appointment at the gynecologist today is really stressing me out. I just got home from work, took a quick shower, shaved again thoroughly, and now I have to rush off again. I'll be there in less than half an hour. I swallowed hard because I was already feeling a little queasy, especially as the appointment was getting closer and closer. "Honey, I really don't want to go there, I'd love to skip it. There was a reason why I didn't go there for the last three years. I don't like sitting naked on that weird chair and spreading my legs. It's just embarrassing and uncomfortable, and then the doctor sticks an ultrasound probe down there, which I find really gross,“ I whined as I gave my boyfriend Lukas a goodbye kiss. He caressed my bottom tenderly and said, ”I understand, Marie. Nobody likes going to the gynecologist and having their private parts examined and something stuck in their little hole. But you don't need to be ashamed, it'll definitely be a simple routine examination for the doctor and then you'll be out of there in no time. Just remember why you're having the test done: so we can continue to have wild sex, you need another prescription for the pill. We can't do without it, and we don't want to start using condoms again. You like it when I cum deep inside you, don't you, sweetheart?

Yes, he was right. The appointment with the gynecologist is probably unavoidable—my first time in three years. But I'm not doing it voluntarily. The reason is simple: I've run out of birth control pills. When Lukas and I got together and started having sex, I went to my gynecologist, who prescribed me the pill. Even back then, I didn't like the biannual visit to the gynecologist at all. Lying naked with my legs spread wide open in front of a stranger, while she inserts things into my vagina, is neither a thrilling feeling nor a pleasant thought. But then I realized that my family doctor could also write me a prescription for the pill. So in recent years, I saved myself the trip to the gynecologist's chair and instead just went to my family doctor every now and then to get a new prescription for the pill. That worked great until recently. My family doctor explained to me that my specific type of pill was no longer available and that he couldn't just prescribe an alternative preparation without further ado. He said I should contact my gynecologist so she could prescribe me a new prescription for the pill. So we ran out of pills in the last few weeks, and if I can't get a new supply, things are looking bleak for our sex life. But Lukas and I definitely don't want to give up sex, and I mean real sex.

I love the feeling when he sinks his hard cock into me, driving me almost crazy with his powerful thrusts and then releasing a huge amount of his cum inside me. So there was no way around getting a new prescription for the pill. I had no choice but to find a new gynecologist. I couldn't go to my old gynecologist anymore because she had retired. That was probably one of the reasons I had avoided looking for a new gynecologist until now. But now the time had come. So I researched which gynecologists in the area were currently accepting new patients. I eagerly made phone calls, but only received rejections. By chance, I talked to a good friend about it. She said she could ask her gynecologist if she was still accepting patients. She put in a good word for me and recommended me, so I received an acceptance from this practice. Without thinking twice, I was just happy that the search was over and I now had an appointment. Optimistic as I am, I also thought: Maybe I can get a new prescription for the pill without having to go for an examination?

“Yes, I know you're right. It's just a necessary evil and has to be done. But if I'm really lucky, maybe I'll get out of the exam and just get a new prescription for the pills. Okay, honey, I have to go. See you later. I hope it doesn't take too long,” I said to Lukas and kissed him goodbye. He grabbed my butt again, smiled mischievously, and looked deep into my eyes: “Actually, I'd like to be there. It would definitely turn me on to see you on a gynecological chair with your legs spread and look into your sanctuary through a speculum, hehe.” “Oh, you again, stop it, I have to go,” I laughed nervously and made my way to the car.

A little later, I found myself standing in front of the practice's entrance door. “Dr. Koch Gynecological Group Practice” was written on a large door sign. By now, I was really nervous, so I took a deep breath and went inside. I was greeted by a large, bright, and very friendly practice. I registered with a friendly receptionist. “My name is Marie Müller, I have an appointment because I need a new prescription for the pill,” I said. “Hello Marie, yes, I can see your appointment here in the computer. This is your first time here, isn't it?” said the doctor's assistant. "Yes, exactly. My old gynecologist has retired and now I urgently need a new prescription for the pill. Unfortunately, my family doctor can no longer prescribe it because this type of pill is no longer available. That's why I'm here now. I'll ask right away: Is it possible to get a new prescription for the pill just like that?" I replied. The doctor's assistant asked how long it had been since I'd been to the gynecologist, and I answered truthfully that it had been three years. “Marie, in order to get a new prescription for the pill, you need to have a complete gynecological examination today.” This is your first time here, and after three years, the examination is definitely overdue. Please take a seat in the waiting room again for a moment, we'll call you in shortly, then you can sit down in a quiet room and fill out the medical history form. I swallowed, my nervousness rising again. So now it's certain—today, for the first time in three years, I have to sit on the gynecological chair and spread my legs. The last bit of hope that I might somehow get out of it was now finally shattered. In a few minutes, my legs would be lying in those stupid stirrups, giving the doctor access to my most intimate areas. I shuddered as I remembered my last gynecological exam three years ago—it didn't hurt, but the vaginal exam was still extremely uncomfortable. And the breast exam was no picnic either.

After a few minutes in the waiting room, a medical assistant escorted me to a consultation room. "So, Marie, since this is your first visit to our practice, you'll need to fill out the medical history form completely. The information will provide the doctor with important details for the upcoming gynecological examination,“ the assistant explained. ”Uh, why a doctor? I thought there were two female gynecologists practicing here? That's what it says on the website," I asked, startled. "Ah, well, not quite, Marie. Another gynecologist has been practicing with us for two weeks, but we haven't updated the website yet. I'm not sure yet whether one of the two female doctors, Dr. Koch and Dr. Meier, or the male doctor, Dr. Fischer, will be assigned to your examination. But in principle, it doesn't matter, they are all very competent gynecologists, don't worry," the medical assistant tried to reassure me. But the announcement that I might have to be examined by a male gynecologist made my heart beat faster and made me even more nervous.

However, I tried to distract myself and concentrated on the questionnaire. I hoped that it wouldn't be too intimate or go into too much detail.

Name: Marie Müller

Age: 22

Height: 1.70 m

Weight: 62 kg

Contraceptive use: (x) Yes ( ) No

Which contraceptive: Pill

Phew, well, so far it was still okay, there wasn't anything too intimate yet. But that was about to change very quickly in the next section, which almost took my breath away.

Menstrual cramps: ( ) Yes (x) No

Last period: one week ago

Virgin: ( ) Yes (x) No

Age at first sexual intercourse: 16

Do you have regular vaginal intercourse: (x) Yes ( ) No

How many times per week: 5-7 times

Do you masturbate regularly: (x) Yes ( ) No

How often per week: 5-7 times

Do you have regular anal intercourse: (x) Yes ( ) No

Age of first anal intercourse: 19

How often per week: irregularly

First visit to this practice: (x) Yes ( ) No

Last gynecological examination: 3 years ago

Have you ever had a vaginal examination by a gynecologist: (x) Yes ( ) No

If yes, how exactly: (x) Palpation with one or more fingers (x) Speculum (x) Smear test (x) Vaginal ultrasound ( ) Other:

Have you ever had a rectal examination: ( ) Yes (x) No

If yes, how exactly: ( ) Palpation with one or more fingers ( ) Anal speculum ( ) Rectal ultrasound

As I filled out the individual questions, my head turned red as a tomato and my hands became sweaty—my God, what kind of things do they want to know about me here, damn it?! Why do they need to know if and how often Lukas fucks me in the ass or how often I masturbate per week? Never in my entire life have I had to answer such embarrassing and intimate questions. I was particularly concerned about the “rectal” section. I knew that meant through the butt, but my old gynecologist had never examined me through the butt, and I wanted it to stay that way. What does my ass have to do with a routine gynecological exam? I didn't understand and looked at the questionnaire somewhat helplessly and desperately before handing it to the doctor's assistant. "Great, Marie, then we can get started right away. Before we go into the examination room, where you will be examined on the gynecological chair, we first have to do a few preparatory examinations with you. There's nothing to worry about, and I'll be the only one there," explained the assistant. In the consultation room itself, where I was now sitting and had filled out the intimate questionnaire, there was no gynecological chair, just a normal examination couch and a partition, i.e., a privacy screen.

I swallowed hard, because I knew what this privacy screen was for—to undress behind it. But I was about to find out what the “preparations” for the actual examination would entail. "So, Marie, you've filled out the questionnaire completely, that's fine, and we can adjust your examination accordingly today. Since this is your first time here, as I said, it will be a thorough check-up for you, which is necessary if you haven't been to the gynecologist for several years. Now please undress down to your underwear and bra. Here's a urine cup. Please go through the adjoining door to the toilet and provide a urine sample. I'm sure you know how to do that," I was instructed. I was indeed familiar with providing a urine sample and it was nothing unusual for me. And I was allowed to keep my underwear on, so I calmly and (still) casually took off my blouse and jeans. I'm pretty athletic, have long brown hair, and many guys would describe me as quite pretty and attractive. Once I had taken off my top and jeans, I confidently stepped out from behind the screen in my dark red underwear and made my way to the toilet with the urine cup. The room was pleasantly warm, so I wasn't cold even in my underwear.

When I had finished peeing and handed the urine cup to the doctor's assistant, she was already pulling yellow examination gloves over her hands. My head turned red again. "Marie, in order to prepare you for the upcoming examination, I now have to examine you completely naked from head to toe. I know you're probably used to always being allowed to keep something on at the gynecologist and never being completely naked, but when we have brand new patients here and do an initial examination, unfortunately this is necessary. In general, our policy here is to examine our patients naked. This allows for a more comprehensive assessment of the reproductive organs. Please take off your bra and panties so that I can see your genital area. Please take off your shoes as well, but you can keep your socks on," she instructed. Phew, getting completely naked—I hadn't expected that. Taking off my bra OR panties—okay, that's necessary for the examination. But everything at once?! All right, I didn't want to be difficult and cause trouble right at the start of the appointment. With slightly trembling hands, I took off my bra and panties and put them with my other clothes. Completely naked, I felt vulnerable, exposed, and much less confident than before. The strange feeling of the air brushing past my vagina and buttocks sent shivers down my spine.

Now I couldn't hide anything from the doctor's assistant—no privacy whatsoever. She asked me to spread my legs a little and raise my arms: "Looks great, no abnormalities externally and nicely shaved. I'll take a look at your entire body now. I also need to check your intimate area to see if everything is thoroughly shaved. Please don't be alarmed, I'm going to spread your buttocks briefly and take a look at your vagina from the outside." So there I stood – with my arms stretched upwards and my legs apart. I thought I was at the gynecologist's and not at a military full-body examination. She examined my naked body closely and occasionally touched my bare skin with her gloves. She bent her knees slightly and looked at my vagina from the outside. Of course, I had shaved thoroughly just before, so there was nothing to complain about. “Very nicely shaved, now I'll just quickly check what it looks like between your buttocks,” she said.

I swallowed. I didn't like it when someone looked at my anal area. But here, too, I had made sure that there were no hairs left in my butt crack. My pulse rose noticeably when she spread my buttocks for a few seconds and looked at my anal area. Fortunately, it was over relatively quickly. She praised me for shaving thoroughly, saying that there was now virtually nothing standing in the way of the examination. I slowly became a little impatient and asked if we were now finished with the preliminary examination and if I could get dressed again. "Not quite yet, Marie, there are still two small things. Our examination protocol requires us to take the temperature of every patient before the gynecological examination. For young patients under the age of 24, we still do this rectally, which means that the thermometer is inserted into the anus. This is simply the most accurate method, and it's not a big deal and is done quickly. You may already be familiar with this from previous visits to the doctor. Since your bottom is already nicely exposed, we'll do it right away. It's best if you bend over the examination table with your legs apart, lay your upper body flat, and stick your bottom out. That way, your buttocks should spread apart nicely on their own and I'll be able to reach your anus easily," instructed the doctor's assistant. When I heard that, I thought I was in the wrong movie. What's that all about? Why do they have to stick a thermometer up my butt before I have to sit on that damn gynecological chair? What nonsense! So I asked if it was really necessary and whether they couldn't just skip it.

"No, Marie, unfortunately not. Those are our regulations, and it's clearly stated in the examination protocols. We can't skip it either, because the doctor can only prescribe the pill after a complete examination. Since you're a new patient here, we have to be very thorough and examine you really thoroughly. And a thin sensor in your anus really doesn't hurt, I'll put some lubricant on it so it slides in more easily,“ the doctor's assistant tried to reassure me. Oh man, so there's really no way around it... well, this is going to be interesting today. ”My old gynecologist never took my temperature, so I'm really surprised," I said, slightly annoyed. But I quickly stood in front of the examination table and bent over it. What a strange and embarrassing feeling: I got goose bumps all over my body when my breasts touched the leather of the table and I laid my upper body on it. I spread my legs slightly while my vagina pressed against the edge of the table. I felt ashamed when I realized how my rather small buttocks were spreading apart on their own. “So now she can see my asshole and I have to wait until she sticks the thermometer in my butt,” I thought as I leaned over the table and looked at the wall opposite.

"Yes, I know that not all gynecologists take your temperature. But we do. Lots of girls have survived it here. Watch out, now the thermometer is going in your anus. It's a little cold, I've put some lubricant on it," said the doctor's assistant. Even though I had had anal sex with Lukas several times before, my anus was still relatively tight. And this is a completely different situation, standing naked in a gynecologist's office waiting for a thermometer to be inserted into your butt.

Somewhat helplessly lost in thought, I noticed how she gently spread my buttocks with one hand. The feeling of the cold, slippery metal tip of the thermometer against my anus electrified me. The doctor's assistant quickly inserted the digital thermometer into my bottom. The unpleasant and disgusting feeling of having something pushed into my buttocks elicited a quiet groan from me. Instinctively, I moved my pelvis forward a little and stood on my tiptoes. With one hand, she pushed the thermometer in as far as it would go and held it in place, while with the other hand she pressed down on my back: “Please hold still, I know it's uncomfortable, but if you fidget, it won't get any better. It'll be over in two minutes.” I could feel the thermometer's sensor very clearly in my ass. It was even more embarrassing when I realized that I hadn't had a bowel movement since yesterday morning... I had considered going to the toilet again earlier, but then there wasn't enough time. Damn! I could literally feel the thermometer not only in my butt, but now also in my poop! I had always struggled with constipation anyway, and now I couldn't even get rid of my bowel contents before the gynecological exam.

“I don't even want to know what the thermometer will look like when it's pulled out of my anus,” I thought, filled with shame. The doctor's assistant held the thermometer steady. However, I felt every tiny movement that was transmitted to my sensitive rectum. Every second I had to endure completely naked in this highly embarrassing position was one too many. Helplessly, I stared at the wall while my nipples pressed into the leather of the couch and the thermometer protruded from my bottom. Then I finally heard a beep. “Okay, Marie, the two minutes are up. I'll pull it out now. Wait a moment,” said the assistant.

Relieved, I immediately sat up again once the thermometer had left my butt. At the same time, I hardly dared to look at the thermometer. Still, I couldn't help myself and saw her reach for some paper towels. “36.8 degrees, your temperature is normal, everything is fine. As you can see, the thermometer is quite smeared with fecal matter. It looks like your rectum is filled with feces. When was the last time you had a bowel movement, Marie?” I stared at the floor, embarrassed, and replied that it had been yesterday morning. “Well, having a full bottom during a thorough gynecological examination is always a bit inconvenient. But the doctor will clarify everything else with you,” she replied. Whatever that means – I have no idea! But it could hardly get any more embarrassing than this... Still feeling embarrassed, I stood up and covered my vagina with both hands. In the meantime, the receptionist had picked up something new: a long cotton swab with a thick cotton head and a sealable, elongated container, almost like a test tube.

She winked at me: "Well, judging by the brown coating on the thermometer, we definitely won't have any trouble getting a sample from your rectum for the stool test. I know the girls don't like it, but a stool sample is just as much a part of the standard routine in our practice as a urine sample. This is the last part of our preparation. It's quick and doesn't hurt, it just stings a little in your bottom or rubs a little in your anus. Please lie down on the couch, pull your legs up to your chest, and stick your butt hole out towards me."

Shocked and angry at the same time, I protested—standing there naked, wearing only socks: "What is this? You want to take poop out of my butt? I've never heard of that before, what's the point of that?! No, I'm not letting you stick a stick in my butt and take something out. I don't think that's necessary.“ The assistant looked at me sternly: ”Well, Marie, if you don't think it's necessary, then so be it. I'll just check ‘fecal sample refused’ here and the examination will be over before it even begins. As I said, the stool sample is part of the prescribed protocol in this practice and is mandatory as preparation for the examination. No stool sample, no examination, and no examination, no pill—the choice is yours." I swallowed. So she meant it after all, and there's no way around it. Come on, Marie, it's just a little cotton ball in your butt, I thought. It's crazy that just so I can get the pill and fuck my boyfriend again, they have to examine my poop here – and as if that weren't enough, right out of my butt. “All right, I'll lie down,” I said irritably as I climbed onto the couch and bent my legs. Once again, my little butt cheeks parted and my rosebud was exposed, and I stared at the wall again. She lifted my upper butt cheek slightly and placed the cotton swab against my anus.

“Relax, I'm going to insert the test stick into your butt and twist it a little so we can get something out. But I don't see a problem with you, there's enough material,” and then this dust-dry thing was pushed into my ass. Isn't it just gross in general to have something pushed into your butt? “Ahhhhh... ouch, that stings in my butt,” I whined. I felt the dry cotton tip rubbing against my intestinal walls. The feeling was disgusting, especially when she twisted the cotton swab. After a few seconds, I felt her pull the swab out of my butt again – “all done,” she remarked. I turned around, not daring to look at the cotton swab at first, but then I did: the previously white cotton tip was completely brown. A few small pieces of feces were stuck to the swab. I was mortified as the medical assistant stowed away the test tube containing my intestinal contents.

She probably noticed how uncomfortable and embarrassing the whole thing was for me. I sat on the couch with my legs closed and looked resignedly at the floor. "Hey Marie, there's no need to be embarrassed, every girl gets the sample taken directly from their bottom here. As you've already noticed, your bowels are quite full. We're now done with the preparations for the examination, but I would suggest that you go to the toilet again and try to have a bowel movement. That would be very helpful for the upcoming examination on the gynecological chair," said the assistant. In fact, the offer seemed timely to me, because even while I had the thermometer and the swab in my anus, I felt like I needed to poop. But what I didn't understand was why that would be helpful for the examination on the gynecological chair. Confused, I asked her why I absolutely had to go to the bathroom again before the examination. "Well, Marie, the doctor will also examine your rectum afterwards. This is necessary because, firstly, you have never had a rectal examination before and, secondly, because this is your first visit to our practice and this examination is carried out as standard for all patients. You can at least try. If emptying it doesn't work now, we'll find a solution, don't worry,“ she explained to me. I was shocked. ”An examination in my butt" sounded like pure horror to me. I had never been examined through my anus at the gynecologist and I hadn't expected that to be done at all.

I was also afraid that they would find “a solution” if I couldn't poop now. I swallowed hard, but agreed to try again on the toilet. “But you can't take too long, because we have to vacate the room. I'll give you five minutes. If it doesn't work in that time, we'll have to stop. Then we'll go to the examination room,” she announced. Great, I can't do it at all under time pressure. I need peace and quiet for that; it's always difficult for me to do it on demand. So, just like with the urine sample earlier, I went back into the small toilet and closed the door. Without wasting any more time, I started to push. I tried with all my might to squeeze something out, but it just wouldn't work—I had a blockage, and time was running out. “Come on, Marie, get it out now. Who knows what they'll do to you during the exam if you're full back there,” I thought, not wanting to imagine exactly how the gynecologist would “put an exam in my rectum” and then stick a finger or something else in my ass. I desperately tried to push and press, but it just wasn't working. Then I heard a knock on the door: “Marie, the five minutes are up. Please come out.” Resigned, I got up and opened the door. “So, did it work?” she asked. “No, unfortunately not, it didn't work,” I replied quietly. “Okay, like I said, it's not so bad, we get this case all the time and, as I said, we have a solution for it,” replied the assistant.

I asked if I could get dressed again for the examination. She replied that I would be examined completely naked, as the doctor wanted to get a comprehensive view of my entire body and this would be best achieved if I was completely naked. In practice, all doctors would follow this principle – "it makes no difference anyway, as a full gynecological examination is scheduled for today, both the breasts and the genital area will be examined. And once everything is off, we save ourselves the unnecessary hassle of getting dressed and undressed. So, you're now ready for the examination, we'll go next door. There you can take a seat on the gynecological chair until the doctor arrives. That way, we don't waste any time and you're already in the right position."