Dr. Voss leaned back against the exam table, arms crossed over his loose doctor coat, a small, satisfied smile playing at the corner of his mouth. The fluorescent light buzzed overhead like a nervous insect. Avery stood in front of him completely naked except for her thin panties, hoodie and bra discarded on the chair, chest still flushed from the “physical.” Her 34C breasts rose and fell with quick, excited breaths. She looked so proud of herself. So grown up.

He let the silence stretch just long enough for her excitement to simmer.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he said, voice low and gentle like he was sharing the most important secrets of adulthood. “Now that you’re officially eighteen… we have to talk about some grown-up things. Real adult stuff. You know you want to feel like one, don’t you? That’s why you walked in here. That’s why you let me undress you. It’s normal. It’s healthy. It means you’re ready for the next level.”

Avery nodded so fast her ginger curls bounced. “I do! I want to know everything.”

Dr. Voss’s eyes flicked down to the dark patch already darkening her panties. *Perfect little wet slut.*

“Good,” he said, pulling a fresh blank patient file toward him. “Let’s start with the basics. Tell me everything. The more honest, the better. No hiding anything. I’m here to guide you.”

He asked the questions slowly, methodically, each one landing like a hook behind her ear.

“Have you ever seen a penis, Avery?”

She bit her lip, cheeks burning, but she answered honestly. “N-no… never in real life. But I’ve thought about it. A lot.”

“Have you ever thought about sucking one?”

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Every single night… I imagine it in my mouth. Warm. Thick. Filling me up.”

“Drinking cum?”

Her thighs pressed together. “I’ve fantasized about it. Tasting it. Swallowing it all.”

“How often?”

“Every night,” she breathed, eyes glassy with shame and shame-laced thrill. “When I’m in bed. Thinking about it.”

He smiled like a proud father. “And you masturbate, right?”

“Yes.”

“How often? Every night?”

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek.

“How many times do you cum each night, Avery?”

“Seven… or eight,” she admitted, voice cracking. “Sometimes more if I’m really worked up. I can’t help it. I’m so horny all the time.”

Dr. Voss’s cock gave a painful throb against his zipper. *Seven or eight. Little cum-hungry virgin with no idea she’s about to be ruined.*

“You’re a very grown-up girl,” he murmured, almost reverent. “I’m so proud of you. Now… to make sure your file is perfect, we need to test your readiness for adult womanhood. That means checking how well your vagina can handle real adult things. I’m going to stretch you. This is completely normal for a new patient. Pain is normal. It means your body is adjusting. Blood is normal too — it happens the first time someone truly claims a virgin pussy.”

Avery’s eyes widened, but the excitement in them only grew. “Okay… I trust you, Dr. Voss. Do whatever you need to make sure I’m ready.”

He stepped between her thighs, forcing them apart. The room was so small she had to stand with her feet on the floor and her ass on the edge of the table. He pulled out a bottle of thick, clear lubricant that smelled faintly of mint and something darker. “This will help. It makes everything smoother.”

He didn’t tell her it was mixed with something that would make her clench tighter and leak longer.

One finger first.

He rubbed slow circles on her swollen clit, then slipped inside her tight, untouched hole. She gasped, back arching. “It feels… weird. But good?”

“Push out, sweetheart. Like you’re using the bathroom. Good girl.”

He worked her open slowly, knuckle-deep, then two. Her walls fluttered, trying to push him out. Blood beaded at the edges almost immediately — not a lot, but enough to stain the paper towel he’d placed under her ass.

“See? Normal,” he said, voice steady even as his mind spun with filthy delight. *Fuck, she’s so tight. These walls are like a fist. I could crush her in half.*

He added another finger. Then a fourth. Her hips twitched involuntarily. She whimpered but didn’t pull away. Her face was a beautiful mix of pain and pride — the same look she’d worn when she’d stripped for him.

“Almost ready for five,” he whispered, leaning in so his breath brushed her ear. “You’re doing so well, Avery. So brave. Such a grown-up little slut.”

He worked the fifth finger in with a wet, obscene sound. Her scream was half moan, half cry. Blood trickled freely now, running down her ass and dripping onto the paper. Her pussy lips were stretched obscenely thin around his hand, glistening with lube and her own arousal. She was dripping down her thighs.

“Pain is normal,” he said again, almost kindly. “It means you’re becoming a woman.”

He held her there, fingers buried to the second knuckle, letting her feel every inch while she cried and moaned and smiled through the agony. *So fucking perfect. This tight little cunt is mine now. I’m going to ruin it.*

Then he curled his fingers and pushed deeper.

The first knuckle popped past her tight ring.

Avery’s whole body seized. She let out a raw, broken sob. Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in. “Dr. Voss— it hurts— please—”

“Shhh. Breathe through it. You’re handling it so well. You’re so adult for this.”

He started to move. Slow at first, then harder. Not fucking her yet — just working his fist in and out, twisting, stretching. Her pussy made filthy, squelching sounds. Blood and lube mixed into a pink froth that coated his wrist.

She kept repeating it, voice cracking: “I’m… I’m so grown up… I can handle it… ”

Dr. Voss’s free hand reached down and pinched her swollen clit. “That’s right. You’re handling it like a pro. Your vagina is so adult already. Look at it — it’s swallowing my hand like it was made for me.”

He punched in with the next knuckle. The sound was wet and obscene. Avery’s scream turned into a broken wail. Tears streamed down her face, but her hips started rocking back to meet him. Her pussy clenched greedily around his fist, milking it. Blood poured freely now, soaking the table.

He went brutal.

He fisted her like an old, seasoned whore, punching in and out, wrist-deep, knuckles scraping her cervix on every thrust. The table shook. Her breasts bounced with each violent slam. Her ginger curls were plastered to her forehead and her inner thighs. Her cunt was a ruined, gaping mess, lips swollen and purple, hole stretched to impossible widths.

And through it all, she was sobbing with pain and laughing with joy.

“I’m… I’m so grown up!” she gasped between screams. “I can take it— I can take it— Dr. Voss, I’m your good girl—”

He leaned in until his lips brushed her ear.

“Keep telling me how grown up you are, little slut. I’m going to test how well your adult pussy can handle real adult things next.”

He pulled his fist free with a wet pop, her cunt gushing blood and lube in a thick stream that splattered onto the floor. She was shaking, sobbing, cum-drunk smile on her face, totally unaware that he’d only just started