How and Why did your Medical Fetish start ?

When I was in first through third grades we lived in a very rural place and I went to school with the town's only doctor's daughter. She was super cute. Many nights fantasizing about her dad examining me with her watching and examining her while i watched. His office was just a room in his house, so you got a glimpse of her intimate life as you looked around. And there were lots of pictures of her on the walls. Going there was just the most erotic experience. Although it would probably be ten years before I really knew what erotic meant. Even at that young age I knew i wanted it

My medical fetish started when I was about 12 and my stepdad told me I was going to have a finger put in my butt at the doctor (he was just messing with me) I looked it up on the Internet and discovered med fet porn and was like addicted immediately lol.

It was after and when playing Doctors and Nurses with the girl next door. It was the thrill and excitement I felt when she was exploring my body and the thrill I felt when exploring hers. We’d lay our “instruments” out in a particular way and work through them methodically during the exam appointment. On one occasion when we had her house to ourselves we did do a naked male, clothed female exam and a naked female clothed male exam as well and were both naked together for each other’s appointments during another session which was fun.

For me it started in the 6th grade. It could have started sooner but the 6th grade is my most vivid memory. At that grade level all students had to have a physical examination. These were performed in the nurse's office which had a side room where you could get undressed and wait to be examined. The day of the examination my homeroom teacher called out my name and the names of seven other boys and we were told to go to the nurse's office. When we arrived, the nurse told us to take off our shirts and sit quietly because the doctor had not yet arrived. I was pretty nervous and I know by looking at my classmates they were too. Soon I could hear some talking in the next room and in a few minutes the nurse called in the first boy to be examined. He came back and the next boy was called. Finally she called my name. My heart began beating like a trip hammer as I walked into the exam room. There I saw a woman in her middle to late forties sitting at a desk with a stethoscope dangling from her ears. The nurse had me sit in a chair close to the doctor. She stood behind me and pulled up my undershirt to the shoulders. The doctor felt my neck and had me open my mouth to check my throat. She then proceeded to auscultate my heart in three place with her Fleischer Stethoscope. The Fleischer had a large chest piece that always felt cold. She had a serene look on her face as she listened. I was then asked to turn a little bit so she could listen to my lungs(the nurse told me to take deep breaths) and check my spine. Then came the blood pressure. A Tycos hook cuff was wrapped around my left arm. The doctor placed the stethoscope below the cuff and started squeezing the bulb. The cuff started getting tighter and tighter and I stated getting really apprehensive. Finally she started to let the air out until I could no longer feel any pressure. She removed the cuff and placed in on the desk. The nurse had me stand and lower my pants. The doctor moved my shorts down a little and looked at my boyhood. She didn't touch anything. I was instructed to pull my pants. The doctor patted me gently on the arm and said everything was good. I went into the other room, put on my shirt and returned to class. I was relieved the ordeal was over but at the same time I felt a kind of excitement, like I wanted to do it over again. I thought about that physical for days, weeks. I can still remember what the doctor was wearing: a white blouse along with a medium gray skirt. White and light tan spectator high heel pumps(about one and one half inch heels). She wore glasses, the style very becoming. She had a fresh scent about her and was soft spoken. Both the doctor and the nurse were very kind dealing with us. They knew we were nervous and filled with anxiety and did everything they could to calm us. None-the-less the doctor probably listened to rapid heartbeats and measured elevated blood pressures. So that was the beginning of my "love affair" with physical examinations and everything associated with them. Because of that female physician years ago, I have always strongly wanted a woman examining me. One at least fifteen to twenty years older. I remember those two with fondness. The "stethoscope queen" and her assistant. I intend to make more comments to this post in the future.

Mine started at age 24 when my then girlfriend (now wife) wanted to go on the pill and had to have a checkup of breasts, vagina and pap test. The day she went I remember being incredibly jealous that the doc was going to feel all the things that I'd felt and he'd see some things that I hadn't. She came home and I asked her to describe the checkup in all its detail which she did. I wanted to know everything from when she went into the room to when she came out. I remember lying on the bed when she told me and I was masturbating. If I had to quantify it I was 75% jealous and 25% turned on.

But the jealousy was overwhelming and I hated the annual checkup.

I knew what time of year the checkup was coming and finally the date. The night before I would try to fuck her but she wouldn't let me as she didn't want semen inside her. That added to my jealousy. Her pubic hair was always well trimmed but I knew she did a special job the day of the appointment. That didn't help me either.

Again she would explain everything from the feet going in the stirrups to the knees spreading on his command and the scooting down to the end of the table. Now she was in absolute full view. She couldn't see him behind the gown over her knees but she knew he was visually examining the whole vulva and anus. Then she felt him spread her labia and in went the speculum. She could feel the warmth form his lamp on her vulva.

After the pap test the speculum came out and the nurse lubed his fingers and again spreading the labia, in went two fingers. He swirled around, just as I had done many times and them he pressed down on her pubic area. She could feel him pressing up on her cervix. His announcement would then be "Everything seems ok down there" as his two fingers came out, glistening with her juices.

Next was the breast check and down came the gown to to expose her small but perfect tits. He would feel them thoroughly. She came home, told me all this and I masturbated. Little did I realize at the time but I was equally turned on by another male feeling everything. That feeling increased as the years passed.

As she objected to my jealousy, eventually she wouldn't tell me when her next checkup was. I'd ask and was met with "I don't want to talk about it". And that was that. She went to the doc four times per year so I didn't know when the checkup was.

Then my brain was wondering if she ever liked the internal probing. I didn't dare ask. Did she ever feel "Ohhh that's good" as she did with me at times. Did he masturbate after she was gone? Was he sniffing the glove that he pocketed?

From those early days my medical fetish has grown. I now love to see a doc looking at her cunt, inserting fingers and probing. I would be totally tempted to masturbate on the spot.

The best way for me to masturbate now is thinking about the doctor with his fingers up inside her. In my mind I say to him "She can take three you know; she does from me."

Mine started because I was the youngest in my group of cousins, all the older ones (the one closest to my age anyway) are girls. So being the only boy, little boy, I was left alone by my parents to my cousins. Their favorite game to play was, you guessed it: Doctor! I was always the patient, didn’t mind it one bit. One time, my cousin had one of her friends over at their house and I happened to be there too. Her friend’s mom is a pediatrician, so she has a good knowledge of anatomy (as good as a 12 years old would!) I remember being their little patient, they asked me to bend over and touched my toes, listened to my chest, measured my height & weight, among other things. From then, I would imagined/dreamt other older girls examining me - girls at school who are above my grade, classmates older sisters, etc.

Frequent doctors appointments at a young age. Then a couple times being put to sleep for minor procedures. Also, the dentist kind of reinforced the medical fetish when I was sedated a couple times there in my childhood. By the time I was a young adult I had figured out my fetishes and began to lean into them.

I was sick a lot as a kid. Nothing serious really, bad allergies, strep throat, bronchitis. I would have bad nasal congestion making it difficult to breathe through my nose therefore I got rectal temps more often than my peers. As I got in my preteens the rectal temps would cause erections. In my later teens I developed some digestive problems and had a flexible sigmoidoscopy when I was around 17. That experience cemented my medical fetish.

I think my mind got fucked when I had orchiopexy surgery as a six year old. I very much remember being taken into the OR just covered by a towel or drape after a thorough cleaning of my genital area by my mom in a bath tub. I was transferred to the OR table and my arms were secured for the IV. I remember the medical personnel standing around the table looking at me before they placed the mask over my face and I went out.

As an (unconscious) result I always wanted to be the patient when we played doctor during elementary school days or the one to be tied up by a gangster. Only when I hit puberty and became aware about sex I found medical scenes arousing. It took me a few more years to link it to my surgery experience but from then on the fantasies kept flowing…

While I was young I had various visits and hospitalizations for health reasons. However, this has never created a real fetish for me. I continually felt the emotions of embarrassment, helplessness and even a little excitement before and during the visits but I never saw this as something to look for in order to have a sexual interest.

That suddenly changed one day at school when I was about 15. I was there doing my thing, when I heard a small discussion between two of my friends: one of them was talking about having to pay a visit soon. I turned and, entering into the conversation, asked him what he should do. She turned to her friend, they looked at each other and she replied 'nothing, nothing...'

That understanding between the two of them, that embarrassment at the question created a very strong curiosity in me, I began to fantasize about what that visit was, about all the ones (even very embarrassing ones) that I had made and the sensations that she would surely have felt too.

And so it began...

I wish I truly understood why this developed for me. But for as long as I can remember I’ve been fascinated with anything and everything medical. I think it partly has to do with the fact that my mom used to watch medical shows with me when I was *very* little. LOL. Further - I don’t think I’ll ever understand why I ended up as a cardiophile. But out of all the fascinations to have - I’m happy with mine I suppose. :-)

I wanted to be a doctor as far back as I can recall.

I distinctly remember seeing this medical book in my preschool library and recall being extremely fascinated by the pictures of thermometers; knowing one glass rod went in your mouth, and the other, in your bottom. While I don’t recollect my temp being taken rectally as baby, I just knew the deal and was super fascinated by the bulb vs oval tips. I’d take the book in the restroom to enjoy the pictures in private without fear of judgments.

During that same time, I got caught playing doctor with another girl, and that was the end of our toddler medfet fun. We were just kids playing doctor, and the details are fuzzy after all these years. We did get many sessions in before being discovered using crayons as “thermometers” to simulate rectal temps for these “medical appointments”. I recall those years being happy times of play and exploration.

Always a switch, I was doctor some days and patient others. I know it freaked our parents out when the teacher said both of us took turns being the dominant one. This tale came up a few times, including years later in high school. This is all true: I went to high school with the “crayon girl” from preschool, though we didn’t know it until our parents put the whole thing together and embarrassed us both by retelling the intimate story.

Before you learn to read, it’s all about pictures in books, and the only graphics in many medical books parents had in the early 1980s involved pics of simple home remedy stuff like saving choking babies, basic injury care, ice bags, lice identification rectal temps, and enemas. The there were maybe 10 pictures in that whole book, and the two that stood out were rectal temps and enemas. I was already hooked, and flipped through those books as well.

Puberty in the 1990s meant getting your hands on porno mags, penthouse letters, and fetish newspapers from older kids and parents. Reading that others enjoyed bondage, age play, role play, spanking, doctor/nurse play, and enemas really solidified my medfet and started me on a kinky journey to engage in such fantasies with curious consenting females

Always had a fetish for gloves i remember being 4 or 5 and putting them on and touching myself before puberty. i loved the smell and sensation of them on the skin. then after puberty i remember getting erect by the sight of them

Weirdly, my curiosity started when I read a thermometer box. This was when I was in middle school years. I had traumatic experiences as a child at my pediatrician but looking at RT porn actually made me want to have it done. I started secretly trying it at home. Almost got caught a few times and it was both very scary and arousing.

Mine started when I was younger and went to the dr. Mom would take my temperature and I would get aroused. The same would happen when I got to the drs office and would be in the room

In my case fear did become fetish. I was about 5 years old and fell violently ill. I remember being so sick I was carried to the doctor's office and once once on the exam table I had to be turned over to have my temperature taken. I remember shivering when my pajamas were pulled down and the thermometer was inserted. It was probably 3 minutes but felt like forever. I remember the nurse saying my temperature was over 105 and the doctor might order me to stay in the hospital. I was too weak to roll back over when the doctor examined me and the nurses turned me on my back again. The doctor finished the exam, ordered the nurse to do something and they both left the room. When she came back in with a tray, I was turned over again. I watched her fill up a glass cylinder that had markings on it with some liquid. I thought it was another thermometer when she approached me with it and the other nurse pulled my pajamas down again. Instead the cool sensation of a rectal thermometer I felt something cool being rubbed on my rear end and then i got the most painful needle I ever received by a medical professional (I gave myself some painful ones later on in life to recreate the experience). I remember being so weak and not even being able to cry as I lay there while the medication was slowly being injected. My pajamas were pulled back up and I was sent home. After that, I was afraid to turn back over or sit up because of the soreness so I would hesitate before moving. I was sore back there for days and I remember how slick my butt crack felt because my rectal temperature was being taken so often since my fever was being closely monitored. For years I had developed a fear of lying on my belly, even to sleep. One time at the hospital (I was 5) having my tonsils out. I was given a gown and told to take off everything but my socks and underwear, put on the gown open in the back. I got changed and in bed. I was one of the later operations that morning and some kids were already being sent to the OR. I could see the nurses walking by with needles and pulling curtains and hearing the other kids cry when they got their needles. shortly after the nurse pulled the curtain around my bed. I instantly became struck with fear thinking i was going to get another one of those horribly painful needles. I was on the verge of tears and told the nurse, "NO NEEDLES!" She was holding a thermometer that had the bulb covered in vaseline, and she told me she was just going to take my temperature and to turn over. I turned over and was lying on my belly with my white underwear sticking through the back of my hospital gown when the nurse pulled down my underwear and put in the thermometer. I told the nurse I didn't want the needle they gave me to make me "woozy" prior to my operation, she simply said "ok" and when she was done she pulled up my underwear, opened the curtain and walked away. Thinking I had gotten away with something, I relaxed in the hospital bed secure in the thought that I would be saved from the needle. When it came time to go to the OR, a different nurse came with the gurney but didn't pull the curtain back first (to give me the pre-op needle) so I thought I pulled it off. I didn't pay much attention there was a different nurse standing by the gurney as she instructed me to "climb on up" at which time i climbed onto the gurney and as I was climbing up, the nurse pressed me down to the gurney while my regular nurse came up from behind, pulled down my underwear and gave me the needle! I remember being shocked, scared, angry, embarrassed and crying as this unfolded in full view of everyone in the ward. Once on the Gurney I was wheeled into the OR. I was lifted on the table and I remember feeling groggy as the sedation took effect when the nurse asked me my name. I remember how scary it was in there, the OR table looked like an ironing board and everyone had green scrubs and masks. I was covered with green sheets and a mask that looked like a strainer covered in cotton was put on my face. Another nurse covered my eyes with a towel and I was told to count to 25, taking a deep breath between numbers. As soon as i started counting I could smell the ether as it was being dripped on the mask. by the time I got to 13 the ether had been burning my nose and throat I started crying as she kept urging to keep counting. she counted with me all the way to 25 then I felt like I was falling in a spin as the ether knocked me out. I remember waking up in the recovery room nauseous and with a very sore throat. The nurse on duty there noticed my stirring and put down the book she was reading and came to my gurney. She asked if i was ok and i just nodded because my throat hurt so much. She walked to her station and picked up a thermometer and shook it down, dipping it into a jar of vaseline and coming back in my direction. and ordering me to roll over. Again I started crying pleading with her "please no more". She gently tugged at my waist and said she needed to take my temperature to make sure I didnt have an infection before they sent me home and that there would be no more needles. I did roll over and felt her fingers under my waistband as she pulled my underwear down and put in the thermometer. After the 3 minutes she took out the thermometer and pulled up my underwear, saying she would have me sent back to the ward so i could get dressed and go home. The fear was so bad I was scared of nurses and even to this day I still get butterflies when i see one. Now i get butterflies because the thought of having it done again turns me on. I believe this is definitely one of the defining moments in the formation of my fetish.

How and why my medical fetish started was when I was a teenager and going thru puberty I wondered what a girl went through when she got a physical exam. I can remember having so many fantasies about girls I had a crush on and imagining them getting naked and having to give a urine sample. I have always been curious how that works with girls. I can remember playing house with some younger female cousins and wanting to play doctor and exam them and have them give a urine sample while I watched.

I’m pretty sure that my interest in medical exams came out my interest in strip searches. I’m not sure how that interest started though