Your story from doctor auscultation your heart

Tell us your story about auscultation of your heart. True story or your imagination, everything is welcome 😃

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@Man_With_Stethoscope ok

It always seem to mean more when I go to my cardiologist and he auscultates my heart. Maybe it's because he's a specialist, & it's just routing for a GP/internist. Exposing my bare chest also means showing my pacemaker surgery scar, which I wear as a medical purple heart.

The only good bare chest stethings I've had as an adult have been in play exams. Even my cardio listens over my shirt. The women I've stethed all said that I stethed them much more thoroughly than their real docs.

Real life of play both: my heart races very fast as at the sight of a beautiful female doctor/nurse with stethoscope, getting ready to listen to my chest & belly.

Back in the 70's, in my 20's, l had a several years relation with a wonderfull girl who was very much into medfet.

Maria had set the rules. Every time we were to have sex, she would give me a comprehensive medical exam which iuncluded a lot of stething and ended with taking my rectal temperature on her lap.

Maria had stolen a Littman stethoscope from her sister who was a real MD. As I was ( still am) very afraid of doctors, she had told me she knew nothing about cardiology and would not be able to tell even if I were dying. She made me listen to my own heart and it was fascinating.

Quite often, as one of her hands was holding the disc. of the stethoscope on my chest, her other hand would play with my erect nipples.

Steth, I can believe that. When I was a child going to the pediatrician in the late 70s/early 80s; the stethoscope was placed all over my chest & back while I was shirtless. Nowadays though; they’ll just place it 1 or 2 places on my chest over my shirt while I breathe normally & then a few places on my back.

I love being ausculated whether at the doctors, by a fellow cardiophile or even by myself (although not as much as the others)

The sight of a stethoscope makes my heart race and by the time it's listened to I'm bare chested and racing

My last real exam was at the doctor's when I was unwell. He asked to listen to my breathing so I took my shirt off so was bare chested. They started by listening with the diaphragm on my neck and then went from left to right down my front in several places while I took deep breaths in and out. They then repeated it all with bell. Finally they listened from left to right across my back. My heart was racing as it always does when I'm being listened to!

Had a doctor who was almost my son's age use his stethoscope to check my heart. Had me remove my bra and top and put on a gown before the exam. During the exam he asked me to remove my gown. It was the best feeling having my boobies out for him. All the accidental touches and brushes of my nipples. I'm sure he enjoyed it too because he even “unintentionally" squeezed a boob.

Over the summer I injured my foot cycling. Turns out it was a nasty sprain but I first needed to go to the hospital to make sure it wasn't a break. During the screening in process they take your vitals, pulse and bp. Of course, my heartrate was already elevated due to stress of the injury, but also the wonderful cardiac equipment all around me may have contributed a bit. The nurse I had, frowned, and asked me to head into a separate room to wait.

Not too long later a doctor comes in, not to check on my injured foot, but apparently wanted to do a quick steth exam. When I asked why, I was told it was because my heart was tachycardiac and they just wanted to make sure I was okay. He asked me to disrobe but that I could keep my bra on. Thing is, I hadn't worn one, instead opting for a big sweatshirt (it was a cool night and I wasn't seen until after midnight) but now my large breasts were exposed. Unfazed, the doctor then proceeds to give me a very thorough stething starting with sitting and then laying down. I tried to keep my breathing even but I knew my heart was thumping like mad. Eventually he concluded and said he was pretty sure my heart was just under stress due to the injury and to try to relax as they finished up. Haven't been stethed like that for awhile but it was nice.

One that I was just reminded of earlier is during my senior year of high school, this girl that was literally trouble in the form of a human and got me into tons of it during our friendship, and I were inseparable pretty much. she spent the night a few times and all that jazz. simply platonic. she got me to try robotripping with her one night and I would've followed her into hell at that age so yes ofc we did it. we stayed up all night high as kites and I remember at one point we were just laying in my bed, not sleeping but not talking either, and I made the comment that my heart was like pounding super hard. and I remember she rolled over and put her ear directly against my chest without missing a literal beat. and she earstethed me for what felt like hours (when you're high on DXM time is very distorted so I'm sure it was basically 4 minutes) and would move her ear and adjust to listen to other areas of my chest. it was wild, especially when you're tripping ballz. but yeah after she listened to my heart for a few minutes, she put her hand over the center of my chest and just laid there feeling my heart beat for a bit after. she moved her hand around quite a bit I remember. she was able to feel my heart basically pounding with the same intensity pretty much everywhere on my chest but I remember her repeatedly coming back a few times to feel my upper left chest, near my pulmonic (it's the most palpable and visible here for me) and she felt that area in particular a few times extra. I remember she whispered that my heart was coming out of my chest and beating super hard. I think she asked me at one point if I could feel it hitting her hand or moving her hand up and down or something too but like I said...we were pretty turnt. don't do drugs kids