Beep Beep Beep. I turn the alarm off; I'm not interested in going anywhere today. Beep Beep Beep. Another one? How many alarms did that damn nurse set? I fall back into a peaceful sleep. Eventually, I begin to dream of a doctor pressing a vibrator onto my clitoris, 'Noooo, don't', but he's insistent, and the vibration gets stronger and stronger, and I begin to realize that my genitals really hurt, they feel on fire, then my eyes snap open. My genitals are on fire, the vibration is so strong it's painful.

'ARGHHHH. I HATE YOU!!!' I have a good couple of hours before I need to be at the clinic, so you're just playing with me. I look down at that area and find your wish for urine has been fulfilled. It feels gross as it swishes around in the pants. I can't believe you did this to me. I lie in bed until I need to get ready for your appointment, then get up and prepare to leave the house dressed in a way sure to attract the attention of every person I pass. My breasts are practically falling out of the top! This is not going to work for me so I grab a beige trench coat in order to maintain my decency. My bare legs still gain some attention but nowhere near as much as the doctor's obscene outfit would have generated.

I arrive at the clinic early, but when I approach the receptionist she frowns at me; 'Take off that coat before he sees you!' I blush and remove the coat, 'that's better' and she gives me a broad smile and tells me that Dr Ziman will call me in a bit. I sit in a chair blushing beet red and looking down at the floor in my obscene outfit but it's not long before I hear his familiar voice and hurry down the corridor to his room. I walk in and find another doctor standing there. 'This is Dr. Jamieson, he will be assisting me today.' I open my mouth to complain, but decide against it. You're both already gloved, and proceed to undress me. Dr. Jamieson grabs one of my breasts from my bra, 'These are nice breasts you've given her, are you sure we have to take them off?' You smile and respond 'Double H.' 'Hmmm, I'm not sure why you would remove these, but she's your patient.' Once naked they guide me into the bathroom. My hands are attached to the ceiling in a walk-in shower, then you present me with a ball gag, I open to accept it, and you buckle it into place, then you both leave.

A while later both doctors return, and mine moves in front of me. He's wearing a hazmat suit of some kind. A gigantic rubber suit complete with head masks. In his hands is a swimming cap. I feel the other doctor wrapping up my hair onto my head before my doctor attaches the cap. Then his hands move to my belt, and he removes the padlocks and unbuckles it, before tossing it into a bin bag hanging on a side wall. Then they both begin pulling my pants down until they're off me.

Once off, and the urine drained, they're thrown into the bag, too. Then my doctor removes the clitoral vibe, pushes my legs outwards, sits down, and looks underneath me at my genitals. 'They are truly lodged in there. I don't think she wants them removed.' I groan. He laughs, and retrieves the dildo from my vagina, while his colleague wiggles the butt plug out. I'm relieved once they're removed. But their hands move to my cheeks and my folds, caressing and fondling me. It's too much, but they continue as I groan until I shake with an orgasm. Their task is complete, Dr Ziman picks up the shower attachment and turns it on. Once it's warm, he turns it on me, wetting me all over before putting it aside while they both lather me up with soap, including a thorough covering of my genitals. He then rinses me off, before they both towel me dry. Once satisfied, they leave the room and return dressed in their gowns again, they release each hand and guide me back to the exam table.

Once up on it, they restrain my hands to the top corners again. My legs are back in the stirrups and restrained again. They disappear to gown up and sterilize themselves before returning with drapes. My gag is removed, my eyes taped, and the mask planted firmly over my mouth and nose. I can feel myself slowly drifting away, but I can feel hands around my breast area. Soon my chest feels lighter and I know they must be done. They remove the tapes from my eyes, and smile down at me. I'm blinking, trying to regain consciousness. There are two of them staring at me. No, wait! Blink. Blink. Blink. There can't be. There are! There are 4 of them! Smiling at me with their eyes! 'No! Please! Let me go!' They laugh. 'Not yet', my doctor responds. I groan and move my head to the side. 'Dr. Riley here is going to take care of your head. Dr. Singh will look after your breasts. Dr. Jamieson will deal with your clitoris, and I will look after these holes of yours.' 'Ugh.'