Fantasy exam...
Upon entering the office, I see a couple naked women, desperately trying to hide their exposed breasts and vaginas. Two of the women must have a partner with them...their partner is full clothed, sitting next to them, desperately trying to help their partner take their mind off the current situation. I approach the counter, confirm my information and am told to go to changing room. Inside changing room, I follow the instructions...leave all clothing (including undergarments), jewelry/accessories, purse, phone in locker. Return to counter with locker key. The receptionist writes down my name, key number and places key on the key storage board behind her. She tells me to take a seat and doctor will be with me shortly.
I sit down, folding my arms and crossing my legs, desperate to hide my exposed parts. One woman approaches the counter, asking to use the restroom. Receptionist apologizes as she tells her there is no waiting room access to restrooms. You’ll have to hold it and wait to be called back. I’m now a bit concerned...waiting room is cold and I know it won’t be long until I need to pee. The patient sits down and starts shaking her leg, moving uncomfortably in her seat, looking like she’s ready to burst. She’s clearly relieved to finally called back, but has to walk awkwardly to keep from losing control of her bladder.
As I sit back in my chair, eyes closed, keeping my bits covered as best I can, I start to feel a more urgent need to pee. I pray that I’m called back soon. Over the next 20 min, 2 more couples come in, both men must have been here before...they think nothing of seeing nude women sitting near them, some of us clearly desperate to pee. I make the same awkward walk of shame when my name is called.
The male nurse walks with me to the scale, introducing himself along the way. He checks my weight and height, seemingly unphased by my awkward movements. Now that I’m finally in the examination room area, I’m sure the nurse can point me to a restroom that patients are allowed to use. I casually ask the nurse which I can use to provide my urine sample. He tells me patients do not have assess to bathrooms. Medical staff need to measure and monitor all bodily fluids, to properly access the patient. He tells me not to worry, they’ll help me resolve my discomfort in just a few minutes.
We walk down the hall and he leads me into an exam room. I’m a bit shocked to see a second nurse, almost as gorgeous as this one awaiting me. He hands my file off and gives him the basic information. He leaves to complete the next intake and second nurse takes over. I’m ready to burst. I desperately ask him where and how I can take care of relieving my bladder. He asks me to sit on the table and lie back. He pulls out the stirrups and places my feet in them. He tells me to scoot down a bit, so my bottom is hanging off the table, relax and he’ll help position my legs. I’m confused but desperate to do whatever he needs me to do so I can use a toilet. He tells me he is going to do a bimanual type exam to determine how full my bladder is. I need to use every muscle in my body to relax, but hold the urine in. He puts two fingers inside me and I immediately find my legs pulling together and body scooting up the table, as my body tries to evade this pain. He keeps me in place, I manage to not lose control of my bladder. He agrees my bladder is quite full. As I go to get up from table, he quickly pushes me back, straps my feet into stirrups, straps my arms down. He tells me he’ll be inserting a foley catheter. As he prepares the foley, he tells me that care teams in this practice take complete control of their patients bodies. They decide when, where, and how a women is allowed to urinate, defecate, and orgasm. Next thing I know, I feel pain and burning as my urethra is prepped for the intrusion. When the tube is finally placed, I hear and see my urine splashing into a cylinder container, with liquid measurement markings. I’m a mix of humiliated and relieved.
As my bladder continues to empty, I notice a large thermometer coming towards my bottom. My nurse lubes my bottom, slowly rotates and pushes thermometer almost all the way in. While my humiliation continues, a gorgeous doctor enters the room. He approaches the head of the table, puts his fingers on my wrist to check my pulse, as he introduces himself.
My nurse gives him the rundown of the initial vitals, as the doctor places the blood pressure cuff on my arm. After checking my blood pressure he moves on to listening to my heart, and lungs. He puts the stethoscope around his neck and smiles at me while he palpates my abdomen. The nurse busies himself at the counter, preparing instruments. The doctor takes his stethoscope from around his neck and places the ear buds in his ears. He listens to my abdomen for a minute or two.
Doctor asks me some basic health questions regarding bowel and pee habits, diet, exercise, last exam. Etc. The nurse comes back to the other side of the table. The nurse releases my arm from the restraint and the doctors caresses, massages, and gently performs a breast exam. The first arm is restrained and other arm released. Doctor repeats process on other breast. As the doctor is telling me how beautiful my breasts are, the nurse hands him gloves to slip on. Before I even know it, the doctor’s hand reaches between my legs to check for natural lubricant. He tells the nurse to note my healthy sexual response and presence of natural lubricant.
Doctor steps between my legs and nurse hits a call button. A second nurse enters the room. The two men release my strapped feet from the stirrups and gently but firmly use a hand to keep my legs spread wide for the doctor. Both nurses continue to gaze back and forth from my face to the doctor’s intrusive exam happening between my legs. One of the nurses places his other hand near my head, gently caressing the side of my face and offering reassurance as I’m stretched to the point of pain.
As my legs are returned to the stirrups, the doctor asks one of the nurses to grab the ultrasound machine. Before I know it, I feel cold water shooting into my bladder. The doctor acknowledges this procedure is going to be incredibly uncomfortable. It requires a full bladder. Doctor will be using large syringes with cold water to quickly fill my bladder. I beg him to stop. He keeps going. He runs the transducer over my bladder, intensifying the pain. He affirms I’m half way full. Through tears, I keep insisting the image is wrong. I can’t possibly hold any more water. His assistants hold my legs in place and he keeps filling syringes with water. When I finally reach a point where I think I might pass out from the discomfort, he confirms my bladder is full. He blocks the catheter so I cannot release the fluid, even if I wanted to. He spends the next hours running the transducer over my abdomen, further irritating my bladder. I keep asking him how much longer. He ignores my questions. The three men continue to murmur to each other as the doctor collects data and images. Once he finally puts the wand back on the cart, he tells me how proud he is of me. He begins to rub my clitoris and his nurse releases the blocked catheter. As his fingers plunge inside me, I instantly orgasm.
The two nurses and doctor have a smirk on their face as they enjoy the view of my engorged vagina and my satiated body. They place my legs in the stirrups, gently placing kisses on my forehead. They place a blanket over me, a pillow behind my head, pull out the end of the table so I can rest my legs on it, and release my arms. The doctor takes another listen to my heart, and whispers just rest as he loops the stethoscope around his neck. He’ll be back in a while to remove catheter and give me discharge papers.
I doze off, and am eventually awaken by my handsome doctor. He removes the catheter, tells me I’m healthy, but would like to see me every 3 months to ensure he doesn’t miss the slightest issue that might affect my reproductive system.
I notice someone has placed all my belongings on the chair. I dress myself, stop by the receptionist desk, where I’m handed my next appointment card, and walk back through the waiting room. I feel the natural lubrication building up between my legs, as I see women sitting naked and clearly experiencing distress and maybe not yet aware of what’s to come. I have mixed emotions-dread and excited as I count down the days until my next exam.