The first thing you will notice is the room is round. That is such an odd shape for a medical room, but aside from that it's also fairly large with what looks like three separate sections hidden by moveable screens around an open centre. At the centre there is a small raised dais illuminated by bright lights, with some kind of little panel next to it. Maybe the room needs to be large to fit so many people. There are three doctors, two men and a woman. The older male who is handsome and fit with a hint of silver in his temples is your attending physician hes in charge. The other man is younger mid twenties, most likely just out of med school and clearly the junior. The woman is attractive and probably in her early 30s it was explained to you shes the specialist and that's why the head doctor consults her. What she specialises in is unclear. There are also two nurses both younger in cherry pink scrubs.

“If you could get her prepped please.” the head doctor ask the nurses.

You immediately find out what this means. One nurse takes your shirt, the other grabs your waist band they pull at the same time entangling in clothes and momentarily hiding your blushing as you are stripped to your underwear. You try to cover yourself instinctively.

“Now now dear hands at your side.” the head doctor says sternly “We need to have an unobstructed view of your body if we are to do our work.

You try to comply then you feel the thumbs from the nurse in your panties waist band and your braw strap unhook. Before you can object your large tits are released from their confinement and spill out like ripe fruit and your panties are pulled to your ankles.

You are now naked in front of all five people. Efforts to try and cover yourself are gently but firmly stopped by the nurses who lead or push you to the dais.

“Oh rather a full bush on her.” the woman doctor comments “that will need to go straight away.”

You flush in embarrassment as you climb on the dais raising yourself a foot higher than everyone else rather like being put on display.

“Yes, definitely outside the acceptable weight range.” the head doctor comments taking hold of your belly.

You feel as if you are about to cry. You are a bit chubby but hardly obese.

“What is she coming in as” he ask his junior colleague who is looking at the monitor.

He says some numbers that are above what you lie to yourself the bathroom scale says.

The senior doctor pulls on a pair of black gloves as he shakes his head. SNAP they go.

With out warning he grabs one of your ass cheeks roughly pinching and pulling on it. His colleagues do the same on your belly and side.

“We have our work cut out for us.” The younger doctor remarks snidely as the nurses giggle.

“Now now lest be scientific. Lower the platform please and we can begin the initial body mass index measurements.”

At the flick of a switch the dais lowers and you are once more level with the medical staff who have their instruments ready.

You probably cry in discomfort as the younger doctor uses the BMI clamp on your arm. You squirm a bit but the senior dark reprimands you and you hold still.

“27.5 not horrible but not ideal.” the head doctor says looking at you very disapprovingly

The nurses ask you to raise your arms even as they pull them up. A tape measure encircles your chest flicking across your areolas.

The female doctor holds it and tightens it pinching your boobs.

“34 E,” she says “Don't worry poppet we can get that up. The female doctor smiles reaching around to heft your breast.

“I should think so a girl with this body type requires an ample bosom. The male doctor comments.

Tape measures encircle your legs and biceps as the nurses give your measurements. The senior doctor puts a tape measure around your waist squatting down so he can see better, you can feel his warm breath on your exposed pubic hair. He slides the smooth band lower to get the proportions of your round ass.

Meanwhile the woman has continued her investigation of your breast, using a pair of callipers to get the dimensions of your areolas. Your nipples probably harden at the soft touch of the cold metal instruments.

“Back on the dais please arms behind your head chest out so we can confer.” You might hesitate but the head doctor is very commanding still your fear and embarrassment is likely building your fight or flight instinct could break at any moment.

You stand there under the bright lights while the doctors discuss you as if you are livestock. While the nurses disappear

“Very firm breast for their size, definitely can achieve growth.”

“Of course we will need to control her BMI.”

“Hormone level will dictate the chance of success.”

The doctors nod in agreement your fate it seems decided. Your eyes glance over and see the nurses removing the screens to your right. Now revealed is a flat wide metal table with what looks like shower hoses hanging from the ceiling above it. There are restraints on the table and next to it a series of cabinets and a enema stand.

“Patient this way.” the doctor orders, but you probably have had enough this was a big mistake. You try to run, but the female doctor and younger male are ready for you. You object loudly but they have you.

“Looks like we need to instil a little discipline, the head doctor says.” The nurses come to help and you are forced to the table. You are lifted up by your four handlers and plopped face down on its cold metal surface. The female doctor takes both your arms and pulls them forward while one nurse grabs each leg. You are no doubt squealing but the medical team take no notice.

“Patients often try to bolt when they see how extensive the process is.” the head doctor says to his younger colleague as they each stand on one side of your jiggling ass. Pulling on long black gloves with a SNAP.

“Sedation is unecessary of course as calming works far better and instils discipline.

SMACK!!! His glove hand strikes your giggling ass

SMACK!!! The younger doctor copies his senior colleague

SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!

They spank your struggling giggling ass even as you cry and wail. The senior doctor reprimanding you.

“Quit crying you ungrateful girl this is all for your own good, you are only making our job more difficult.

SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!

You will beg them to stop

SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!

Your bottom is bright cherry red

SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!

Finally it will subside and you will lay there quivering and cowed. The senior doctor will order the nurses to move you to your side. You see he holds a large glass thermometer.

“Its best to compare rectal with vaginal. The nurses pull you leg up so your ass and pussy are both exposed.

You feel the pinch as the glass tube enters your tight bum. Oh the doctor didn't use any lube.

As if reading your thoughts. “Lubricant is for good girls.” a gloved hand spreads your labia ignoring your flush of renewed embarrassment the senior doctor slides the thermometer into you.

“Well no need for lubricant here.” this elicits a chuckle at how wet you are.

Your temperature is normal, and its time to progress. The nurses roll you over and secure your hands above you to the restraints they push your legs apart and begin applying something warm to your vulva. It feels rather nice, oh no wait. They nurses lay cloth strips across the substance you see what it is but all you can do is watch in fear.

“One two three.” the nurse says STRIP. Oh how you scream as they wax you bare. Warm soap does little to ease the pain as the nurses lather the area and scrape away any stragglers with a straight razor. Oh but they aren't done, your unrestrained legs are brought up and together and this time the wax is spread on your already abused ass. You protest your aren't hairy there, but “The doctor insist on cleanliness.” STRIP.

Now they roll your sobbing cherry ass form onto all fours releasing the restraints bringing your knees in under you, your arms to your sides and your face down on the table, what a sight you must be.

The younger doctor begins smearing lubricant on your abused ass.

You will whimper and whine especially when you see the large black enema nozzle the head doctor is preparing.

“Now girl deep breath.” In it goes slowly and smoothly letting you feel its girth and then the warm fluid coursing into you. Oh you may cry and whine but if you try to move a firm gloved hand stings your ass with a SMACK!!!

It goes on and on and on 3 liters. At last its over. No no it isn't. The nozzle comes out and you feel a new larger intruder oh it feels like a tennis ball.

“The plug will keep it contained for the full 10 minutes.” the doctor says

10 minutes you think you will die. The plug is huge and your so tight. Then they start to pull you up no they force you to all fours.

“Wow she looks pregnant.” the younger doctor says staring at your swollen belly.

“Thats the idea.” the head doctor remarks “This treatment will give us a good idea of the elasticity of her belly for when we impregnate her.”

When he said, not if you get pregnant when…

You likely object to this but the doctor merely indicates to the nurses.

“Nurse the patient has grown rather vocal, calm her please.”

One of the pretty girls grabs your hair and pulls hard causing your head to arch back into your open mouth they shove a bright red ball gag.

You bite into it as they strap it tightly at least it helps to ease the discomfort from the enema sloshing in your swollen belly.

The female doctor places something on the table in front of you it looks like scale used at the butchers. She slides it under one of your breast letting it rest on the flat cold surface of the instrument. She calls out a number the junior male doctor dutifully records. They are weighing your breast individually you realise as the doctors gloved hands manipulate the next one. As the female doctor weighs your melons, the male doctor is palpitating your belly with his gloved hands conferring with his colleagues.

“Her stomach has excellent elasticity. Once we shave the fat and strengthen the muscle she should be able to carry with minimal stretch marks and long term damage. Assuming she is ripe of course.”

You are likely ripe indeed you are likely ripening as the doctor speaks. Your pussy growing wetter and your clit hardening. The clinical yet overly long manipulation of your breast combining with the head doctors firm and lingering touches. The younger doctor sly and constant glances at your exposed orifices and the nurses constant giggling at your beet red blushing face and bright cherry bottom.

Now the doctor orders you to be relieved of your enema. The nurses force you to squat over a bed pan and a gloved hand pulls the anal plug free. Fluid flows out and you sigh in relief as one nurse discreetly disposes of it while the other forces you to your back and begins to clean you with a warm washcloth. You are now freshly cleaned. The doctor announces a table shower is unnecessary on this first exam and orders you back on all fours. They push your hips down and legs wider apart forcing your chest up and your arms to squeeze your breast together. You're now posed with your breast, ass and vagina all exposed and accessible, your breast pushed together, projecting your nipples forward as the doctors gather and begin to look intently at them.

The doctors change their gloves yet again, the snapping of them is like a chorus making you aware that a new invasive treatment is about to start, but you dare not move your bottom still red from your earlier punishment. The female doctor starts the exam hefting your breast before letting her black gloved thumbs squeeze down on them. The other two doctors join in one to each breast and soon all three are squeezing, palpitating and poking your impressive mammaries. Discussing them in a casual and matter of fact fashion as your face turns a brighter shade of red and your bit down on your gag.

“While the heft firmness and weight is appropriate.” the female doctor says “I will need a closer look at those nipples.” With that the two male doctors each grasp your breast in there hands squeezing them to push your nipples forward. The female doctor takes them and pitches harshly.

“Don't squirm so much girl.” the head doctor chastise you. “Your conclusion?” he ask his colleague.

She does not reply immediately pinching, twisting and stretching.

“Her breast are well developed but her nipples are very far from where they need to be. I think though I will need to observe them in a heighten state of arousal.”

The head doctor nods to the nurses one grapes your ass with both gloved hands pulling it up slightly while the second slides something underneath you before pressing me back down. You feel the silicone and rubbery device then you feel it begin to vibrate.

The female doctor continues to lightly tweak and twist your nipples as you grow more aroused. While the male doctors press their stethoscopes to your back and chest monitoring your heart and lugs. After a few minutes the female doctor shakes her head.

“Still not good enough. Would you mind escalating.” she says

“Certainly.” says the head doctor “Nurse?”

The nurse spreads your already spreading cheeks and you feel the doctors finger glide into your ass. He then begins to move it back and forth oh so subtly.