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Bathroom becomes exam room (med rp/Mf)

Part 1 - A Fantasy Bathroom Makeover

A Fantasy Bathroom Makeover: Bathroom Turned Exam Room (M/f)

Chapter 1

They had met online and had several online medical role play sessions, but then they learned they lived near each other. Just as she was having to go away on business for a month. She had a space for an exam room, but no way to convert it. He didn't have the space, but he could make the room something special. So she left him a key before she left.

It took him the whole month to get the room properly made up. It was a bathroom. Fairly large for an apartment with a corner shower, a long sink counter, even a small tub near a bright window. A can of a soft green paint and the addition of a bureau would do the trick. He had a plan.

When she returned from her work trip, she buzzed her own apartment. She had never done that before.

"Yes," came the response. A man's voice.

"It's Claire. I have a 2:30. I'm a bit early."

"That's okay. Dr. Mike is expecting you."

The door unlocked and she went up. Claire knocked on the door. A man in black scrubs opened the door. "Hello Claire," he said. "Come in."

She wheeled her luggage into her apartment. "Looks like you had a long flight. There is a shower in the exam if you would like to wash up a bit before your appointment."

"That would be great."

She was delighted by the transformation. She loved the whole atmosphere. The green walls, the anatomical charts on the wall, a steel cart near the sink. But in the middle of the room was a bureau that was a medical exam chair.

"Here," came Dr. Mike's voice. She turned. "Here's a towel. Try not to take too long in the shower, okay?"

She stripped down once he closed the door and turned on her familiar shower. While the water warmed, she looked at the exam table as she used the toilet. It fit over the top of the bureau, snug on all sides. Finishing, she went over to the table. Looking under, he used thick nylon straps to hold it secure. He cut fine slots in the bureau for the straps, two along the narrow side, one running the long way. This is how he could make it a temporary feature--easy to set up, easy to take down.

The bed was covered with a blue vinyl, soft, with nice cushioning, and a thin pillow at the head. There were knee crutches, also covered in padded blue vinyl. There were little loops hooked to the metal of the crutches. She ran her hand along the underside of the exam table and found a series of eye loops every couple of inches.

It was currently in an upward position, but he built it so it could recline as well, using various downs and wooden notches along the back portion. It could fold up or down very easily. Clever, she thought.

She stepped back and got in the shower. She did keep it brief. She was too excited to spend too much more time waiting.

After toweling off, Claire looked around and found nothing to put on. So she wrapped herself in her towel just above her chest. She sat down on the exam table, sitting between the knee crutches. She waited until there was a knock at the door.

Dr. Mike stuck his head in the door. "Are you all clean now?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Oh, I forgot to pull out a johnny for you. You were a touch earlier than expected." He went to the bureau and opened a drawer smoothly. Claire saw a couple of Johnnies, some towels, a few papery products, and other absorbing pads in that drawer.

She took the Johnny. Dr. Mike stepped out of the room as she put it on, tying only the middle string. She hung up her towel by the shower then sat down. "Okay, I'm ready."

Dr. Mike came back in. They over her history which she emailed to him a couple of days ago.

"Okay then, let's have a look at you."

He approached her and started by feeling under her jaw and along her neck, then behind her ear, lifting her head slightly. He took out a flash light. "Say 'Ah.'"

She opened her mouth and stuck out her her tongue. He tilted her head up and shined the light up her nostrils. Lowering her head, he shined it in her eyes, instructing her to look this way, that way, all over. He looked in her ears. "Looking good so far."

He pulled out his stethoscope. He pressed it against her chest. He moved it. He moved it again. He knew she liked this part, so he took his time. He moved it below her breasts, sliding it around. Then he slipped it under her arm, listening to the side of her chest. Then her back, in many place. He went around to her other side. "Look up please. Not that far up. There." He place the stethoscope under her jaw, listening to the pulse in her jugular. He slid it down her neck slowly. He knew she would like this. Then to the other side. He took her arm and listened to various points in her upper arm, lower arm and wrist. Then her other arm. He listened to her feet and just behind her ankle. He pushed her legs apart. "Sorry, but I'd like to listen to see if I can hear your femoral as well."

She spread her legs a little bit and the warm stethoscope slid up her leg, then her other leg, up under her gown.

Dr. Mike checked her reflexes and took her blood pressure. She wasn't sure were one got a blood pressure cuff, but she didn't mind. She liked it. He knew it from their conversations and took it from both arms. He took her pulse from four different points, each wrist, her neck, and behind her ankle.

"How did you make the crutches?"

"PVC pipes, and some scrap metal from a surplus store. Took some rigging, but it works. Now, back to the exam. I'm going to untie your knot back here so I check your lymph nodes and breasts."

He reached behind her and with two quick motions, he had her knot undone. "Actually, first," he said, I want to check your back. Can you stand up?"

She stood. It was awkward, trying to hold her gown together. "Okay, can you bend over to touch your toes and hold your position."

She did so, knowing her gown was flopping down around her face, exposing her.

He liked the view, very much.

He ran his hands long her back and spine. "Good. Slowly stand back up. Now, can you do a deep knee bend for me? Good. Swing your arms to the side and over your head. Good. Stretch to the sides. Now the other side. Can you bend backwards? Good. And now please sit up against the back of the exam table."

She sat down, leaning back against the angle of the exam table. The pillow was small, but comfortable. She watched Dr. Mike head over to the sink counter. He opened a drawer and pulled out a box of blue nitrite gloves. He put two on with the satisfying rumpling and thwacking of the material. He lifted her head up a bit and felt under her jaw again, slowly touching and massaging along her jaw line. Then he palipated behind her ears, then down her neck. "Can you open your mouth please?" She did so, and inserted two fingers, sliding along the insides of her checks, while his other hand pressed inward from the outside. He felt along her gums, slowly, gently. Then he felt under her tongue, pressing gently from both sides. He lifted her tongue and looked at it. He felt her hard palette. He pulled his fingers out, brushing her tongue and lips as he did so.

The gloves came off, and Dr. Mike tossed them in a waste basket with a blue trash bag in it. Was this really her bathroom, she thought. It felt so real.

He returned. "Now your breast exam." He pulled her Johnny down, off her arms, baring her chest. He lifted her arms above her head. He massaged down her arm, along her armpit--she was glad she showered--and to the side of her breast. He massaged around in a circle, reaching her nipple. He pushed at it, pinched it a bit, then he massaged the breast with deeper, kneading motions. He moved to her other side, working fown her arm, her armpit, around the breast, the nipple. "Good. Check yourself monthly?"

"Yes."

"Good." He put a hand on the exam down piled on her thigh. "Okay. Time to get a bit invasive. You ready for that?"

"I suppose."

"Okay then, legs up in the crutches please."

He walked away, returning with a small metal tray. He placed it on a small metal shelf on wheels and brought it closer. She shimmied a bit further down and placed her legs up. They were surprisingly comfortable, nicely padded. Then she swallowed, remembering what he was about to do.

She had remembered to trim herself a bit back in her hotel room this morning. She was glad about that. And the shower after her long flight. He wheeled a stool in front of her. Now where had he gotten that from, she wondered.

"Let's take a look." He lifted the gown up and way and into a pile. She didn't bother to put it back on all the way, letting her girls hang out. And why not? She heard the gloves go back on. Then fingers touching the sides of her leg. Then he was there. She held back a little sigh. He touched here and there, moving this and that around. He pried back her labium minus, and the fingers slid around a bit more. They touched here and there, finally resting briefly on the vagina orifice. There he rested for a moment. "Looks good and healthy." He removed his hands. She watched as he popped a cap of lube and squirt some on the fingers of his left hand. He smeared it around a bit. "Okay. Insides now. Ready."

She looked him in the eyes and nodded.

The fingers entered, the lube doing its job. The fingers swirled and massaged inside her. She wanted to moan a bit but held it in. Her doctor didn't do it like this, and this was more fun. It was longer, slower, more massaging, more pleasurable. He pressed on her outside and upward, then downward. His fingers slid out. And she felt disappointed.

The lube cap opened and she watched his ooze some out. He grabbed a speculum and smeared the greasy goo along it. "Okay,let's take a look." It was cold. And he was a bit clumsy with it. He probably had never done this before. Finally, he got it positioned and opened it a bit. Not as wide as her doctor, but that was okay. This felt nice and not as uncomfortable. He took a flashlight and looked inside. The Dr. Mike swabbed her insides with a cotton swab.

"Looks good." He pulled out the speculum. Then he gooed his fingers again. On both hands. "I want to check your anus as well."

She felt pressure against her anus. "Take a deep breath, push a bit like you were going to excrete, then release... now." She did so, and felt his finger slide up her bum. Then she felt another finger slide into her vagina. They pressed together, went deeper, and pressed together again. Then they all slid out.

Dr. Mike took a soft paper towel and wiped at her her labia, downward, over her anus. Then he took off his gloves and threw them and the towel in the blue trash.

"Okay. You look great. Nice and healthy. Do you have any questions?"

She thought for a moment. Does she say what she wants to say? "Yes, actually, I do."

"I don't think I've every had an orgasm."

It was the line they discussed a while back. If she wanted to progress, she would bring this up. If she wanted to end it there, she would end it.

He had a glint in his eye. He was happy with her choice too.

"I mean, I've had sex, and I've masturbated, but I don't know. I don't think I've ever had an orgasm." She had, of course, but this was just roleplay. This would take her somewhere she had never been before.

Dr. Mike looked concerned. "That's unfortunate. Do you feel like you can't?"

"Yes."

"That happens. I can assure you, you can. But we can test you if you like. Push you to see how far you can go. Would you like to do that? Or would you like me to give you some suggested reading?"

"No, I mean, no to the reading. I want to know. Can you test me?"

"Yes. It may take some time. Do you have anywhere you need to be?"

"No."

"Okay. No time like the present. Here, I would like a urine sample." He rolled his tool away and opened a bureau drawer. He took out a cup and a wrapped towelette. "I want you to start a stream, pause, clean yourself, then pee into the cup. Okay? And you might as well leave the gown over there by the shower. You won't be needing that." Dr. Mike seemed serious all of a sudden.

He helped her down. She went over to the toilet, tossed her gown to the floor, and peed into the cup as directed. That was good. She really needed to pee and hadn't realized it.

"Place it on the counter there, and then come back and lie down, feet in the crutches, bum all the way to the edge."

She came back, hoisted herself up. She lay down, her head nestling into the small pillow. She lifted her legs up and in place. He moved the crutches a bit, changing the position slightly. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down an inch. "There you go. Now this gets intense. I'm going to have to restrain you so you don't fall off of hurt yourself. Okay?"

She knew this was coming too. And her heart skipped a beat. She wasn't sure she was breathing. "Okay."

He opened a drawer under her. She couldn't see in. He pulled out several straps. He went to her legs and began. There were clips on one that attached to the little rings she had noticed on the crutches. Then one strap went over her leg, just above the knee. He attached it to the other side. It had a cinch, and he pulled it tight. Another crossed from one side of her leg, below her knee, to the other. A third strap made an X just below the knee. He repeated this with her other leg. He then secured a wrist cuffs, thick padded ones, to her wrists and secured them somewhere at the end of the exam table, stretching her arms a bit.

Then he reached back into the drawer. He pulled out another strapped. She heard it click to an eye loop, though she couldn't see well. He draped it over her her arm and belly, just below her belly button. And click and the strap rested at the top of her stomach, over her arm. He circled the table and clipped the other side in place. The strap, Claire noted, was padded. He cinched them tight, but the padding was nice. She tried squirming, and could only shimmy just a little. "Try not to move too much please," Dr. Mike said. "Save your energy."

He reached back into the drawer and found another strap. He clip this one into place somwhere closer to her ear. He gently rested it just above her breasts. She looked and saw another strap, connected to this one, reach over her shoulder toward her head. Dr. Mike walked around her head and attached that strap to the other side, securing her upper arms and torso. The strap did have another portion that ran upward, over her shoulder, clipping somewhere above her head. She could only move her neck now. Is this really what she wanted? Naked, bound and strapped to this table, in a room that was once her bathroom but was now... What?

Dr. Mike's hand ran down her breast. He looked at her. "You ready?"

"Yes," she said.

Chapter 2

There she was, strapped down to an exam table in what was once her bathroom. Her legs were up in crutches, her legs tied down above and below the knee, leaving her feet and ankles free. There was a strap, just below her belly button, securing her waist and hips surprisingly well. Another strap held her down between her belly button and her breasts. Another set of straps above her chest held her down very tightly--there were two sets, one running across, one running up, over her shoulders. She couldn't move her torso at all. Her wrists has cuffs around them, and they were tied to the bottom of the exam bench. But the torso straps ran over her arms as well, keeping them pinned down as well. If she strained her neck in the supine position, she could see past her cleavage, at the man in scrubs as he put on blue exam gloves, the nitrite slapping and smacking as he put them on.

The turned on his stool and reached for something. She couldn't hold her head up anymore and let it drift back to the thin vinyl pillow. She looked up at her ceiling. It was freshly painted.

"Okay, I'm going to start stimulating you now. If at anytime, anything feels uncomfortable, please just tell me, okay?"

"Okay."

She felt a finger touch her. It ran up her leg and along her privates. It was gentle and smooth, kind. It slid here and there, all over her pubic hair and our mounds. It applied pressure, soft at first, then more. It slid between her mound, pressing. It felt good. Other fingers joined in. Pressing, touching, sliding. A second hand joined. She felt relaxed somehow. She thought this might be stressful, but he was so gentle and nice and it felt good. She sighed.

He took a hand away. There was the popping of a cap and little splooging noise. Then the cap snapped shut again. She craned her neck but couldn't see much of anything.

So she flopped her head back down. The hand returned, with something chilly and smooth that ran down inside her mounds, sliding and greasy. The other hand took some up and the fingers moved faster along her privates. She breathed a little heavier as the fingers danced, sliding and pressure, exerting themselves. Then one slid across her orifice. And was gone. She whimpered, out of no where. Then the finger came back, slid around her vagina and left again, sliding up around her fins. Then they moved back down, resting, pressing, not entering, just pressing, then gone. Again and again the fingers slid around and over her vagina, but never entering. She moaned a little. Then a finger slid in. Just a little. Only a little, then back out and away, slipping around where ever it seemed to want to go. Then it slid in again. Just a little again. Then it moved in and out, slow shallow probings. Then deeper. Then back out. Then deeper. She vaguely heard the bottle top pop open again. Now more fingers joined in. There was so much movement. Another finger entered her. These two dug in deep, pushing in and out. The tips pressing deep against her.

He had to admit, he was really enjoying this. His right index and middle finger were deep inside her. He watched her chest rise and fall as much as it could under the straps. Her hands were clenching and her feet curled up and down. She had closed her eyes a while back. He his left thumb inside her, hooking up and under, rubbing at the spongy, sensitive area that hid there, his other fingers worked her mounds. He watched her breathe deeply. She moaned a bit, and her breathing came a bit more ragged. His hands continued their work.

She felt herself puffing as she strained against the straps. Her toes reached out, then she involuntarily felt them curl toward her. Then it hit her. Her eyes flung open wide and she took in a big gasp of air. She tried bucking her hips, but they couldn't move. She breathed out. Then another big gasp. It was too much. But it keep going.

And then she slumped and relaxed, breathing deeply. And then she fell asleep with his fingers still inside her.

She fell asleep. This surprised him a little. She had endured a pretty long flight, then he threw her into this. Of course, they had talked about that, and she looked forward to it. But he hadn't realized just how tired she would be. He slowly slid his fingers out. He took out a blanket from a drawer and draped over her torso and legs. Not that it did her legs that much good up in the knee crutches, but he did enjoy the view as he sat back on his stool, admiring.

***

A short time later, she woke, startled and not being able to move. Then she remembered. A hand rested on her forehead. "There, there, you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry, I fell asleep."

"That's okay. You must have been tired."

"I'm thirsty and need to pee."

"Okay. I figured you might. Here. Let's help with that."

She rolled her head over and saw him wheel a tall pole over. Attached to the pole was a bag filled with a clear liquid and hose. He held up the hose and at the end was some sort of breathing mask. He slid the hose so more of it came out of the mask. "Drink from this anytime you want. If you pinch here with your teeth, purified water comes out." He slipped the blue nubby end into her mouth, then slid the breathing apparatus over her nose and mouth. He lifted her head, slipping a rubber strap behind her, then he tightened it. It smelled rubbery, but good. She squeezed the mouthpiece and cool water trickled into her mouth. She swallowed it and took a little more. She didn't want much. But then she realized she couldn't take it out. But she worked it to the corner of her mouth a bit.

Dr.Mike folder the blanket up and away from her legs and hips. Then he took a portable urinal and gently pressed it against her. "Okay. You can relieve yourself now."

This was embarrassing. She had never peed like this before, let alone in front of someone. She couldn't. She sipped a bit more water, then tried again. Her urine trickled out, but then she pushed a bit, and forced out a steady stream. When she was done, she tried to say "done" but it come out more, "Run."

"All done?"

She nodded as best as she could and muttered an uh-huh.

"Good." He took the urinal away and returned with a soft, wet--and cold--wipe. He rubbed her over a bit, moping up. Then he turned away. She sipped some more water, and he returned. She heard him fiddling with something. She tried to see, but couldn't see anything past her breasts or over the clear rubber mask. Dr. Mike turned away again and went to the sink. She lay back and sipped more water.

He returned shortly. She heard the pop of lube, then she felt plastic against her vagina. Then it slipped in. A warm gush of water exploded into her. She muttered a little "oh" but it didn't feel bad. Nice. She enjoyed the water splashing out of her as it landed in some metal tray.

Dr. Mike continued the douche, trying to get various nooks. When the bladder was empty, he rolled away, putting his gear near the sink. He took the tray and carefully poured it down the toilet, then flushed.

"What's next," thought Claire.

He spun back toward her momentarily with another tall pole on wheels. This one had a large red bag on it. She heard the lube pop again. Then, he was back. She felt something hard touch her anus. "Bear down like you were about to poo, and now relax."

She felt it slide up inside her. Then, she heard a click and felt water enter her. It was nice at first, then she started to cramp up. She winced a bit. Dr. Mike stopped the flow and massaged her abdomen a bit. Then released more water. This cycle of cramping and massaging continued for some time. Then the enema was retracted. "Bear down again, and relax." She felt something slide inside her anus again. She heard a puffing noise, and felt it expand. Then Dr Mike walked away.

Her belly gurgled and cramped, and uncramped. Dr. Mike returned a few minutes later. He held a strange back with some sort of nozzle and a cup. "This bag will collect your waste. When I release this plug, make sure you hold in, okay?"

She nodded. Then the plug deflated and slipped out. Almost immediately, she felt the plastic nozzle slip inside her, and the rubbery cup press against her. He strapped it in place with soft velcro, tight, but not too tight. "Now you make release." And she did. Torrents. She didn't know what it looked like, but it was a bizarre sensation, to say the least. Water and matter flowed and rushed out her. There was no smell, and it felt good.

When done, he unstrapped the bag, slipped it from her and disappeared away toward the toilet. There was a gross splashing noise, followed by flushing. Dr. Mike returned, and gently washed up Claire.

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