Annie left the library after her first day of work. Finally, after four years of studying Information Science, she had graduated and started her very first job as a real librarian.

She strutted down the sidewalk proud of herself, heading home, until she remembered her appointment. She caught her heel on the pavement and stumbled, her pride and joy forgotten and replaced with trepidation. She’d ducked doctors and nurses and the whole medical establishment her entire college career. In fact, her last actual visit with a doctor was with her pediatrician sometime back before college. Now, getting a job with the city, she couldn’t dodge it any longer. She took a deep breath, turned on her heel, and headed to the address the HR department gave her.

She knocked on the door, and waited for someone to answer. After a minute or so, the door opened, and a young woman in a suit answered. "Hello? Can I help you?" I have an appointment with Dr. Roberts, " Annie said. "

The woman looked Annie over and opened the door. “Exam for the city?” Annie nodded. “Okay, follow me,” she sighed, leading Annie into the office. The disinfectant scent struck Annie immediately, and her mind drifted back to those dreaded doctor appointments when she was little. The smell of the alcohol, the sting of the shots, the embarrassment when the doctor had to pull down her panties for “a quick peek”. Every time she heard about an upcoming appointment she dreaded it every day until it finally happened. Then, the day of, Annie got the worst case of butterflies in her tummy. Now she was back in the same situation but all by herself, and those same butterflies came right back like they’d never left.

As she followed the receptionist into the office, she noticed the regular assortment of patients waiting in boredom. She was told to sit and wait patiently, along with the rest. After Annie took her seat, a male nurse came by with a liquid in a container. “Please drink all of this. A drug screening is required so we’ll need a fresh urine sample from you.” Annie’s bladder already felt a bit full so she tried to decline. “I’m sorry, it’s a requirement of the exam for you to drink a full 16 ounces in my presence,” he said but without any real remorse. Reluctantly, Annie accepted the cup and managed to get it all down. “When can I … ummm … you know …” she asked quietly. “He looked at her confused for a moment. “You know … give the … ummm … sample?” A look of realization came over his face. “Oh, you mean urinate for the screening? Someone will be able to fetch you soon. We need to allow enough time for the solution to work its way to your bladder,” he said loudly. Annie blushed at having her personal hygiene discussed so plainly in front of others. “O-o-okay,” she stammered in reply, as she tried to make herself small and invisible. The nurse left her then to her own thoughts.

After at least fifteen minutes had passed, Annie’s bladder was nearly bursting. She crossed her legs over each other and held her thighs together tightly, but the pressure kept increasing. After uncrossing and crossing them again for the fifth time, she squeezed her eyes closed a moment as she felt a couple drops of pee slip out and into her panties. She felt so little as she couldn’t think of anything else but relieving herself! She finally asked the receptionist if she couldn’t give the sample right away. “Well, our female staff member is currently assisting the doctor. If you’re okay being monitored by a man, you could give it now,” she offered. “M-monitored??” Annie cried out. Realizing everyone could hear her, she lowered her voice. “You mean, someone needs to watch me…go??” Annie was in shock. No one had ever been around her when she’d urinated before as long as she could remember! Even that time at the concert with her friends, she found a tree to hide behind where none of them could see her - and they were all girls. “That’s right, sweetie,” the receptionist explained, “ it is a drug screening, we can’t have you cheating, now, could we?” Annie was trying to stand still, but kept shifting her weight to help her hold her pee. She couldn’t possibly let some strange man watch her pee! “Th-that’s okay, I’ll wait…” Annie decided as she made her way back to her seat. As she sat back down she saw a middle aged man sitting across the waiting room looking at her with a smirk. She felt so humiliated, worried about her full bladder while being ogled by some stranger who knew exactly what she was going through. A few more minutes passed with the pressure in Annie’s bladder building more and more. Suddenly, her body gave out just a little bit and she felt a sudden bit of warm dampness between her legs. She just peed her panties!

She felt so embarrassed as she looked up to see the man grinning at her, his eyes focused on the wet spot between her legs. The receptionist came over to her and explained that the female staff member would be busy for at least another 10 minutes, and would she like to wait? “N-no, I think I need to go n-now,” Annie admitted. She followed the receptionist to a roomy toilet behind the desk. She heard the man in the waiting room snicker as she left, knowing he could easily see her wet crotch from behind!

She quickly sat down and pulled her skirt up to cover her pussy. It was only seconds later that the nurse returned with a new cup. He smiled at her and said, "It's not quite time yet."

She realized that he must have seen her pee herself, and she blushed deeply. He told her to relax and that he would take care of everything. Annie squirmed on the toilet, desperate to relieve herself. Her pants and panties were down now, but she used the hem of her long top to keep her crutches covered for privacy. A little more pee squirted out, this time making a little splashing sound in the toilet. “Not yet,” he ordered, as he finished his preparations. Annie was so shocked at his tone and her embarrassment that she managed to squeeze off the flow temporarily. He turned back to her and handed her a moist wipe. “Uncover yourself and spread your legs, you need to wipe yourself before we take the sample,” he directed.

Annie did as she was told, feeling very exposed and vulnerable. She wiped herself, spreading the moisture along her labia.

“Ah ah,” he chastised her, “front to back please.” Annie felt a small tear in her eye at this humiliation of having a complete stranger not only watch her peeing but telling her how to wipe herself. She dropped the wipe and took another, as the nurse continued to observe her.

She wiped herself front to back several times, then dropped it in the toilet. The nurse handed her one more, saying, “one more time, Annie, right down the middle, just one swipe.” With a couple tears running down her cheeks now, she did as she was told and dropped the wipe. He handed her the cup. “Now hold yourself open and start to urinate, then stop the flow and fill up the cup and hand it to me.”

Annie was mortified. How could she do this in front of him? But she had no choice. She clenched her vaginal muscles tightly and started to pee. She felt a little relief as the first drops trickled out of her.

Then she stopped, afraid to finish. The nurse grinned and said, "just let it go Annie." She relaxed her muscles and let the stream continue. The nurse watched intently as the urine flowed into the cup.

When she was done, he carefully lifted the cup and held it under Annie's nose. She smelled the faint aroma of urine, which made her even more uncomfortable.

He put the cup down and said, "very good Annie, you are a natural!" He then reached into a drawer and pulled out a large plastic container. He placed the cup inside and sealed it shut. He handed it to her.

Annie looked at it in horror. She couldn't believe what she was holding. It was filled with her own piss! "I know," he said, "it is kind of gross isn't it?" Annie nodded, unable to speak.

"But it will help us determine your hormone levels, and also test your ability to produce milk." Annie looked at him confused and shocked. “But you, you said it was for a drug screening!” “Oh, yes, that too,” he answered nonchalantly. He took the sealed sample from her and opened the door. “Wait in exam room B, someone will be along shortly to get you ready,” he directed her.

Holding her hands over her crotch, Annie scurried down the hall to exam room B. She quickly closed the door behind her only to suddenly realize there was someone already there. She gasped in surprise, causing the matronly looking nurse to turn around and smirk. “You must be Annie, you’re right on time.”

Annie covered her face in surprise, leading the nurse to look down and see the evidence of Annie’s earlier struggle holding her urine. “Looks like someone has had a little accident, hm?” teased the nurse. “I’m Nurse Adams, and I’m going to take care of the preliminaries before your exam. Now, let’s get you out of those … wet clothes,” she sighed. Annie could only watch like a deer in a headlight, as Nurse Adams quickly began removing Annie’s outer clothes. Annie felt confused, even at her pediatrician she could change into the exam gown in private, but the nurse’s demeanor implied that she wouldn’t accept any resistance kindly. When Annie was down to her bra and panties, the nurse explained that would normally be good enough but since her panties were damp, she’d have to remove them as well. “Is there a gown, or something, that I can cover up with?” Annie asked. “Sorry love, not until I’m through with you,” the nurse replied as she tossed Annie’s panties into a plastic bag and then washed her hands.

Annie stood there naked in front of the nurse, her eyes wide with fear. The nurse picked up a clipboard and began to write on it.

She turned back to Annie and said, "Let's get started, shall we?" Annie nodded nervously and tried to hide her shame.

The nurse continued, "Ok, first things first, I need to check your vitals. Please stand up straight, arms at your sides." Annie complied, feeling vulnerable standing naked in front of this woman.

The nurse took Annie's pulse and temperature. Then she checked her height and weight. Finally, she checked her BP. Annie felt goosebumps forming all over her as the strange environment and chilly air made her feel uncomfortable and exposed.

The nurse wrote everything down and then said, "ok, now the fun part." She grabbed a pair of rubber gloves and then walked over to the table.

The nurse directed Annie to bend over the end of the table. “W-why?” stammered Annie. “ Just need a couple cultures,” answered the nurse as she took Annie’s arm firmly in her hand and moved her into position. “But, I’m just here for a physical, I don’t—“ Annie’s comment was interrupted as the nurse pushed her forward causing her to bend down exposing her bottom. “Aaah, wait!” cried Annie, but before she knew it she heard paper tearing and then something rough was forced into her bottom. “Hold still Annie, I promise you won’t enjoy it if we have to do this the hard way,” warned the nurse. Annie made little mewling noises as the long swab worked its way around inside her bottom. Annie felt it come out but was now afraid to move unless she was told to. “Excellent, only a minor bit of fecal matter,” commented Nurse Adam to herself. Annie flushed hearing such intimate details about herself being discussed by a stranger. She heard another tearing of paper as she felt the nurse stretching her vulva open from behind. “Stop! That’s—“ Annie cried, but it was immediately cut short by a hard smack against her bottom. “Aiiieeee!” she screamed. “Enough, young lady! You are here as an adult I recommend you act like one!” castigated Nurse Adams. Annie was stunned into silence, having had no idea what this exam would be like or that there would be this kind of treatment. She cried gently to herself while she let the cruel nurse pull her sensitive parts open and shove the cotton swab into her vagina. Annie sucked in her breath in pain but kept silent otherwise. “Well well, it seems our little librarian is a virgin as well!” commented the nurse. Annie didn’t say a word as the swab was roughly thrust in and out of her vagina.

After a few minutes, the nurse pulled the swab out and dropped it into the sample collection tube. She then slapped Annie hard across her ass. Annie yelped in surprise and then winced in pain. She couldn't believe how much it hurt. “I am going to explain how things are, and I recommend you listen. The doctor doesn’t like when we have to break out the restraints, especially for a routine exam, but we will if it is necessary. In order to cover the costs of exams, screenings and treatments, the city agreed to allow us to do some additional testing to support the doctor’s research. Don’t whine about it now, it was all explained in detail in the forms and agreements you signed when you joined. Most people opt out, but a few naive waifs like yourself just ignore the details and sign anyway, so all of this is entirely legal and above board.” Annie was shocked at what she was hearing, especially since she asked her friend to check these documents out before she signed! Why didn’t she say anything?? Clearly she had no recourse at the moment, and as the nurse explained, being unwilling to continue with any tests or treatments would be considered a breach of her employment contract, and she couldn’t lose her first job!

Annie felt tears running down her face as the nurse finished explaining. She felt sick to her stomach. How could she have been so stupid? What if someone finds out? What if… The nurse suddenly switched back to her medical jailer persona and ordered Annie to remove her bra and lie down on the table. Sobbing, Annie did as she was told. What else could she do?

Annie’s concerns about her modesty quickly vanished when she saw the nurse coming over with a tray containing a couple of syringes and antiseptic wipes. “I’m going to be taking a sample from your milk ducts in your breasts. This is to determine what stage they’re before the treatments begin.” Wait, what? “cried Annie as she covered her breasts. “No, I’m a virgin, you saw it, I can’t produce … milk, in my … my …” Annie looked down at her chest, afraid of what might be in store. The nurse sighed, “Well, I did warn you,” she said as she firmly grasped Annie’s little wrist and wrapped it with a leather restraint that was attached to the table. Before she could do anything else, she had restrained Annie’s other arm and cinched them both tightly. “Now, if you stay quiet, I won’t need to gag you. But I will if I need to.” The nurse looked at Annie seriously, and Annie nodded in reluctant agreement.

She felt the coolness of the antiseptic wipe as it wiped her nipples clean. Then the nurse picked up one of the syringes. Instead of a needle, Annie saw a very slender plastic tube attached to the end. “This catheter will move down through your ducts to your mammary glands.” Then she felt the nurse holding her nipple very still as she looked closely at it. Finally, she placed the end of the catheter very carefully at a point on her nipple and Annie watched as it almost magically slid inside her breast. ‘That’s not so bad,’ Annie thought to herself, until she suddenly felt a sharp, stinging sensation deep under her nipple. “Ah, there’s the spot!” said the nurse as she quickly pushed the catheter in another centimeter. Annie yelped in pain, which seemed to please the nurse, but she held still. Then, the tube was removed and Annie could see a small amount of slightly milky white liquid in the syringe. The nurse repeated the extraction on the other breast after which Annie was quietly sobbing to herself.

The nurse gathered up her various samples and was about to leave when she remembered one last item. “Dr. Roberts needs to check for any significant temperature differential between the standard oral reading and core temperature,” she explained as she pulled on a pair of gloves and pulled a couple items out of the drawer. “If the differential is too high then, for research purposes, we’ll need to use core temperature readings instead for all of your future appointments.” Annie furrowed her brow a moment as the nurse approached her. “What do you mean by core temperature?” she asked. But as the nurse lifted Annie’s knees and separated them wide apart, she gasped as she suddenly understood. “Why, rectal, Annie! Just like when you were little, you remember that, don’t you?” Annie did. She had her temperature taken rectally until she was nearly thirteen thanks to her overly protective and controlling parental units. Which is why she hated it so much. Nurse Adams just ignored Annie’s complaints and used her finger to smear a big drop of lube on her hidden little rosebud. Finally, she inserted the thermometer making Annie groan in shame. “Keep that there until I’m back with the doctor, Annie. No pushing it out like a bad girl, okay?” The nurse laughed as she left the room leaving the door open where any passerby could look in and see Annie’s cute little bottom with the thermometer sticking out of it.

Annie looked away from the door, trying to pretend it wasn’t wide open. She could still hear people walking by, occasionally snickering or whispering by her exam room. Finally after only a few minutes, she heard some footsteps into her room and the sound of the door closing.

A moment later, Dr. Roberts walked into the room with the same nurse from before. He looked at Annie who was lying naked on the table. Her legs were spread and her little bottom was exposed. It was also wet. He looked more closely between her legs. She tried to close them, but he placed his hands on her knees and held them apart. “Looks like she’s producing vaginal secretions. Get a sample and put her down as a potential candidate for the sexual response study as well,” declared Dr. Roberts. He then pulled the thermometer out of Annie’s bottom, and held it at arms length while he read the result. “98….point…4. What did you get from the oral probe?” “96.9, Doctor.” “Okay, make a note to take all of her temperature readings rectally going forward. Or vaginally if her rectum isn’t immediately available.” “Yes, Doctor.” said the nurse as she quickly made notes in a file.

Then she turned to Annie. "Now, Annie, you can pull your knees together and sit up, okay?" Annie nodded and sat up. She realized she was holding her knees tightly together. She came by and removed the restraints. “These will go back on if you cause any issues with the doctor. Also, save any questions until after the exam, and direct them only to me,” ordered the nurse. Annie nodded nervously as she sat, naked, before them. She covered her chest with her arms out of modesty, but by this point was afraid to talk or ask any questions anyway.

She just wanted this over with. After a few moments, Dr. Roberts took his place by the table and began to examine Annie. He quickly checked her eyes, ears, and throat. He put on his stethoscope and then listened to her heart and lungs. He physically moved her arms out of the way when she didn’t herself, placing them by her side. Occasionally he’d give a command like ‘deep breath,’ ‘hold it’, ‘exhale,’ and the like. She wondered how her heart sounded to him as he seemed to listen to it very intently.

Then he moved his hands to her breasts, feeling around them and squeezing them gently. He pinched her nipples lightly, and Annie winced. She felt them getting hard and hoped he wouldn't notice. “More response from physical stimuli. Nipples become erect during minor clinical manipulation,” commented the doctor, again bringing blush to Annie’s face. He laid Annie down on the table and again proceeded to examine her breasts. They were only a B-cup so it didn’t take long before the doctor again found his way to her nipples. This time he pinched them tightly and twisted them hard, making Annie cry out. He repeated this twice on each side, followed by a close visual inspection of each nipple.

He moved his hands down to her abdomen, and began to palpate her stomach. He squeezed her muscles there and ran his fingers along the skin. He stopped when he got to her pelvic area.

“Bring her to room G and prep her for a pelvic, I’ll be right there, “ directed the doctor. “Yes, Doctor, right away,” answered the nurse.

After the doctor left, Nurse Adam handed Annie an exam gown, “Here, put this on,” she ordered. Annie, cowed to obedience by now, climbed off the table and pulled on the gown. “I don’t understand, why do we need to change rooms?” Annie asked. “Room G is better equipped for the research the doctor needs to do.” This didn’t really answer the question Annie was thinking about, however. “Okay, b-but what’s going to happen…to me?” The nurse looked at her and rolled her eyes, “whatever the doctor decides, but since you seem so curious, I expect he’ll want to do a pelvic exam to verify your qualifications for the sexual response study. We’ll also start you on the triggers for the milk production study, now let’s go. Out the hall to the left, all the way to the end.”

Annie walked through the hallways in a daze. She had no idea what was happening, but she knew that whatever it was, she was going to have to do it. As they entered the room, the doctor was already waiting. He was wearing medical green scrubs and was writing down some notes.

The nurse stood next to him. Annie saw him look up and smile. He motioned towards the bed and instructed her to lie down. As soon as she was on the bed, he grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs up.

He spread her legs apart and placed them in the leg rests. Annie resisted, but she was a petite 22 year old librarian and it didn’t take long until her legs were strapped into the things holding them up and away from her body. She sobbed a bit at the vulnerability she felt, and even mumbled ‘Please’ and ‘No’ a few times, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Soon she found herself spread eagle in the surgical chair, unable to see between her legs due to the drape the nurse hung, and the doctor seated ready to begin.

The doctor began by gently exploring her labia. He felt them all up and down both sides, squeezing and manipulating the flesh between his thumb and fingers. She then felt him stretch her inner labia apart, and she felt a draft of cool air where she never had before. Annie shook her head back and forth, crying silently, but she was also starting to feel a warmth creeping up from her pelvis to warm her from the inside out. She was ashamed at how her body was betraying her, but she couldn’t help but to also start to maybe, possibly, enjoy these feelings that were being triggered involuntarily by the manipulations of her nether regions by a gloved hand of a stranger.

Her mind started to wander as the doctor continued to explore her body, and she started to think about how good it would feel if someone else was doing these things to her.

Before those sensual feelings became too strong, the doctor pushed his finger into her vagina more deeply and pressed against her hymen. “Ahhh!” she cried out at the sudden sensitive bit of flesh making itself known to her. “Eh-what did you do??” “That’s called your hymen, Annie, and yours is still intact. This is not very common for girls your age these days, and gives us some excellent research opportunities,” explained the doctor, answering her for the first time. Annie knew what her hymen was, and she knew she still had hers. She was never much into sports, and since she never had a boyfriend with whom she got very physical, she assumed hers was still there. Of course, since she never put anything inside herself before she didn’t know it for sure. Until now.

“Let’s put her down for some in-depth hymenal studies … let’s say, day after tomorrow, we should take care of these soon before we lose the opportunity,” explained the doctor. The nurse replied and then began to take some more notes down. “Also, in order to avoid any possible damage to the hymen, note that I will be conducting the rest of her pelvic exam rectally.”

Annie whimpered again, feeling the dread of another invasion of her private parts. She heard the doctor putting on some new gloves and the sound of something squirting, from between her legs. The nurse came around to Annie’s head and she whispered to her, “Sorry love, he’s not very gentle back there, but grit your teeth and you’ll be done in no time.” She caressed Annie’s forehead in an odd gesture of sympathy, before she returned to the doctor’s side.

Annie felt the doctor place something cold and wet against her anus, and then she felt the doctor press firmly against her sphincter.

She tried to squirm away, but the straps held her firm. He pressed harder and she felt the pressure build up in her ass. She tried to scream, but only a squeak came out.

Then, suddenly, the pressure released and she felt the doctor push his finger deeper into her ass. It hurt like hell, but she could tell the pain was subsiding.

Just as she thought the pain was subsiding, he pushed his finger in further causing more painful stretching as well as all sorts of very familiar, but out of context, sensations of moving her bowels. Just having the doctor’s finger inside her bottom like this made her feel like she had to poop! She tried not to, afraid of pooping during the exam, but then it made her anus squeeze tightly which caused her more pain all over again.

The doctor withdrew his finger and she felt a little relief. But then the nurse returned to her head and told her to relax and breathe. The doctor reinserted his finger and then inserted two.

Annie tried to scream again, but found she couldn't. The nurse rubbed her forehead again and said, "I'm sorry love, he's not very gentle back there."

The doctor stood up and placed his other hand on her lower abdomen. Then she felt him push his two fingers deeply inside her, tearing her open or so it felt. Despite her cries and screams, the doctor seemed completely oblivious to her torment. He merely pushed and moved those fingers around, feeling for something. Then he pushed his other hand deeply down into her abdomen and she realized he was effectively holding her uterus between his two hands - one outside, and the other deep in her rectum. She felt a little nauseous at the very idea of someone actually touching her internal organs, but mostly she just struggled to fight the pain that was radiating out from her no-longer-innocent little rosebud. Eventually the doctor finished examining her uterus and pushed his fingers up a little more as he felt for her ovaries. She winced at the feeling when he squeezed each of them, it was a totally different and uncomfortable in a completely different way than the fingers in her bottom were right now.

Finally, the doctor removed his fingers and she felt a rush of relief. Her bottom was sore, but the worst part of the exam was over. She felt a little dizzy, and she slumped back onto the bed.

But the doctor wasn’t finished yet. He took a large cotton swab and pushed it into Annie’s vagina past her hymen. She squealed as those sensitive tissues got squeezed out of the way, and again as he pulled it back out. Then he did it two more times. “Two full swabs of secretions before clitoral manipulation,” said the doctor, and the nurse studiously wrote it down. Then she felt the doctor start pressing around the top of her labia, finally ending with him retracting the clitoral hood. Of course, to Annie, it was merely a sudden cacophony of sensation that made her yelp and then squirm briefly on the table. “Sensation rated at 7/10 for retraction of hood,” dictated the doctor. The doctor then measured her clitoris - something that just felt to her like mild touches by something cold - and quoted his findings, “0.8mm by 0.5mm. Now applying 1 cc of 0.6% capsaicin cream to clitoral body.” Suddenly, Annie felt a squishy pressure on her clitoris, as the doctor used an applicator to cover her clitoris with the cream.

At first she felt nothing, but soon it started feeling warm. As time passed, the cream burned like crazy, and she screamed in pain and then immediately started crying. “Initial pain reaction at 37 seconds,” droned the doctor. Annie writhed on the table crying out in pain. “Pleassseee, make it stooooop, it’s too much!!” but neither the doctor nor the nurse reacted at all. Annie was getting lost in her own little world of pain, her entire consciousness focused entirely on her clitoris and the sensations it was feeling. She began to hallucinate that her clit wasn’t a tiny little nub but, in fact, her entire arm. And her arm was buried in a hill of fire ants, all biting and leaving their venom behind. Her clitoris was the smallest bit of flesh on her and her the nerve endings were so numerous that the burning pain made it feel like it was hundreds of times larger than it was. Finally, after what felt like hours of torment, Annie realized the pain was receding and eventually she could stop screaming. “Cessation of discomfort at 2 minutes and 52 seconds,” droned the doctor. Using a moist wipe he quickly retracted her clitoral hood again and roughly wiped the residual cream from her suffering little nubbin.

Then he put on a pair of gloves and held her labia apart with his gloved fingers. Annie felt a stab of fear at the very idea of what the doctor might do next.

She had never seen anything like this in porn movies or even in any of the books she had read. But then, she had never had a gynecological exam either.

The doctor repeated his previous actions by repeatedly pushing large swabs into her vagina and removing them until one came out only partially coated in her secretions. “Seven swabs of vaginal secretions post capsaicin-generated clitoral stimulation,” recited the doctor coldly. “Definitely include her in the sexual response study. She’s particularly sensitive and I’d really like to see how her genitals react to our new trial designs.” “Yes, Doctor,” replied Nurse Adams dutifully. Dr. Robert’s removed his gloves and dropped them in the waste bin. “Administer the mammary catalysts and she can go,” ordered the doctor, and then he walked out.

Nurse Adams looked at Annie and said, "Well, you're going to be just fine. You'll probably want to stay home for a few days though. Particularly given the typical initial reaction to the catalysts.” Exhausted, Annie turned her head to see the nurse filling syringe after syringe of a milky white substance. “What is…I mean, what are you going to do with those?” asked Annie worriedly. “This is the catalyst that we use to stimulate the milk producing glands in your breasts,” explained the nurse as she carried the tray of syringes over to a table next to Annie. “So, you’re going to inject all of that into my arm?” The nurse smiled and shook her head. “Not my … butt, I hope?” Again, the nurse shook her head as she returned with a pair of gloves and she pulled on as she sat down next to Annie. “Sorry, love, this substance only works directly in the breast tissue,” she informed Annie sympathetically. “You mean… all of that … you’re going to inject…” and Annie looked down at her chest where she saw the nurse pull down her gown and exposed her two, perky, B-cup breasts, still a little sensitive after the doctor’s painful manipulation earlier. “Now, you need to hold still while I do the injections, that’s not going to be a problem, is it?” the nurse asked Annie, with a look of warning on her face. “No ma’am,” replied Annie.

She took the syringe from the nurse and watched as the nurse carefully pushed the needle through the skin of her left breast, and then slowly injected the milky substance into her breast.

Annie winced at the sharp pain of the needle. The substance was also quite uncomfortable as it entered into her breast tissue. First there was a throbbing pain from the dissension of the tissue by the thick substance. But soon after that it felt like a million tiny little bugs were squirming and nipping at the inside of her breasts. Or maybe it felt like pins and needles, like when your arm or leg falls asleep. Annie whimpered as the fluid entered and noticed that the nurse was retracting the needle most of the day before plunging it another part of her breast to ensure the catalyst was working throughout them. Annie squeezed her eyes closed and tried to get through it as the nurse finished her injection and moved onto the second one and then the third, in other parts of the same breast. By now Annie was whimpering and sobbing, just wishing for it to end. Finally, the nurse announced, “All done with that side,” and began injecting her right breast.

Annie looked up at her and gasped as the nurse pushed the needle through the skin of her breast and began injecting the catalyst.

It was even worse than the first time around, but Annie didn't dare complain, she had been warned that she would be treated harshly if she didn’t behave, so she settled for squeals, whining, and whimpering to help distract her from the pain. And then it was over.

The nurse removed the syringe and said, "There, all done." Annie looked down at her breasts and saw that they were swollen and red, and the skin seemed to have a slight purple tint to it.

“They’ll be tender for the next few days, but if you can massage them it should help the medicine be absorbed more quickly. After the pain passes you’ll notice a fairly strong itching sensation for another 2-3 days. You’re welcome to return to work, but be forewarned that playing with your breasts in public is illegal around here so you’ll need to avoid … satisfying that itch,” smirked the nurse.

As the last affront to her dignity, the nurse released Annie’s legs from the restraints and then slid a pull-up diaper on her “Since you wet your panties earlier, you can use this for an undergarment for the rest of today,” snickered the nurse. “And don’t forget, Dr. Roberts wants you back here in two days for his studies on your intact hymen. Make the appointment on your way out, otherwise we’ll need to have a talk with your supervisor,” threatened the nurse. “See you back here soon!”