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The Ultimate Exam

The Exam, Ch 3

My heart thuds in my throat as soon as he closes the door behind us, the sound of the closing door ringing loud in my ears.

"Bend over." He says.

"W-what?" I'm shocked.

"Bend over, your fingers touching your toes."

"But I-" He bends me over, and starts running his hand up and down my spine. I hurry to keep the gown from opening and showing my bottom. "Seems straight. Alright hop up on the table."

For some reason I do with little hesitancy, crossing my legs tight as the urge to pee grows. I'm shocked when he grabs another glass of water from the sink and hands it to me.

"Please I really have to go."

"Just a little more." He says. This time he presses on my stomach and bladder intently as I drink. I wince in pain. He then takes my temperature, thankfully in my ear. "Hmm 101, a little hot but we'll get to the bottom of this. Alright." . "Turn over on your tummy, and lie down."

I don't object, hoping the change in position will make me feel a bit better. He opens my gown in back and I try to protest, not wanting him to see my bottom, but he swats my hand away. I'm surprised when he begins to feel my neck, shoulders, spine and hips, rotating them, and feeling for their position. "All seems fine here."

"Wait no!" I call out when I feel it.

"I"m just going to take a quick look." He says. I hear him pull the tray at his side over to him, but can't see what he's doing. I'm frantic as I feel him pull my butt cheeks apart, "I'm sure you've had this done before, just a little temperature."

I wince when he slides the thermometer inside. He holds it there. "Hmmm 102? I think you have an infection going on somewhere. Okay." He pulls it out. "Roll back over."

The doctor takes off his gloves and tosses them, beginning to feel the glands on my neck and face. I try to shake him off, like it's ticklish, hating the feeling of this man's cold, large, somewhat hairy hands touching my bare skin. He puts on another pair of gloves and starts to untie the back of my gown.

"No!" I protest.

"Now Annie, allowing the doctor to see your breasts is a normal part of getting older. I really can't take no for an answer as we have to make sure you're healthy and developing well." He continues to untie, all the way to the bottom as he says this, and starts slipping off the gown. "Annie." He admonishes when I still, hold it close, covering myself.

He manages to move my arms and slip it off, finally revealing my breasts to him. I keep my head down in shame but watch him stare for a beat. No man had ever seen my breasts before.

I gasps as he takes them in his hands, as if weighing them. "Quite developed for someone your age." He muses. He then begins to examine them roughly, squeezing and pinching and pushing, feeling all over. I feel exceptionally violated. "Alright, lie down." He instructs, laying me back down by the shoulders.

He pushes me onto the flat examining bed and starts to examine my breasts once again. He cups them feels every little inch of each well developed orb, I cry out when he takes both his hands and pushes them together, vertically, horizontally and then finally toward my body.

"Hmmm." He says when he lets go and begins to examine my right nipple.

"Ah!" I cry out when he pulls on it, pinching several times, then twists.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?" I have no concept of these things.

"Just checking for discharge. You have healthy breasts, your ahead in development and should expect to see them get a little larger."

I'm shocked when me moves the gown a little lower, stopping just before my public hair and begins to feel my stomach, pressing deeply into it.

"Owww." I wince again, my bladder twitches. "Please let me go to the bathroom."

He says nothing, continuing to press. I feel as if I'm about to pee everywhere. He then palpitates my hips in this position. I jump when he's done, his hands going lower, his fingertips stopping where my legs hook on to my pubic mound.

"Just feeling your pulse."

He puts on his stethoscope and puts the cold metal on that spot, I jump. He then tracks it up my body, all over my stomach as he presses and then even up to my breasts, giving them another firm squeeze.

"Sit up." He says when he finishes. He takes the stethoscope out of his ears and heads toward my clothes. "You may tie your gown now."

I sit there and try to tie it, floored when I see him pick up my underpants. He opens them and starts to inspect them. "Hmmm. Your mother had indicated finding a lot of vaginal discharge in your laundry. I can see that here. Sometimes discharge can be a healthy thing, but I"m afraid we'll have to check that out."

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