First time your doctor examined your breasts?

For all the women that responded, was your first breast exam before or after you started your period?

Probably about 14? Male Doctor

I think I was around 15. My pediatrician asked me if I wanted to come to the exam room alone that year. I said as long as she can come at the end if I need shots and they said that was ok.

I got instructed to strip to my panties and put on a gown with the opening in the back.

The female pediatrician gave me a steth exam, first sitting up then lying on my back with the gown lowered to my waist. Then she asked me to put my arms behind my head so she could examine my breasts. I did and she gently felt each one with both hands and asked if it hurt. It didn't, and then she recovered me with the gown and lifted it from the bottom to listen to and palpate my stomach.

Finally she asked me to lower my panties to my ankles and put my feet flat on the table with my knees in the air. I did, and she put on gloves. She stood next to me and asked me to relax my legs, and then she reached between them to spread my labia and look at my vaginal opening. She said everything looked normal and asked if I was sexually active. I said no and she told me if I did decide to have sex, it was ok to tell her, she would keep it confidential, and I would need a special kind of exam once a year with my regular physical to be sure everything was OK and I wasn't having any pain or issues.

She finally turned on a lamp near the table and used both hands to open me up a little wider. I was afraid I was going to start getting wet but if I was she didn't comment, she just looked closely for a few seconds and then turned the light off. She left me to put my clothes on and talk to my mom, who asked me how I felt on the way home about my first "real" physical.

I think about that often, I knew by then that I had this fetish, and it's still one of my favorite stories to think about.

My 1st breast exam actually took place during a school physical when I was 17.

I entered the doctor office and was told to remove my tshirt, only keeping a bra and knickers as usual. He looked at my ears, teeth, etc, then asked me different questions, one being "do you practise self-exam of your breasts?". I was 17 so no. He asked if I knew why it was to be done, I did know, but I said no because I didn't want to talk about it.

He told me it was to prevent breast cancer and "I'll show you how to do it then, please take off your bra". I HATED being topless in front of him and his nurse, the last time that had happened in a school physical was when I was 11 but I had no choice so I did it.

He started examining each breast, all the time explaining what he was doing and teaching me how to do it "do it by pressing small circles, quarter by quarter, once lying down, once when you shower". He also told me to do it once a month, right after my period.

He ended it by squeezing my nipples, nobody had ever done that to me before, of course, and I thought it hurt.

Then he still did a quick abdominal exam and ended the whole thing by a quick peek inside my knickers. To this day, I wonder what the point was, I don't think it was to evaluate my Tanner stage or anything like that, as I very clearly looked like a woman already.

WOW!

He showed you how to examine your breasts because HE wanted to fondle them.

WOW!

He showed you how to examine your breasts because HE wanted to fondle them.

Well 17 year old titties really can't be beat.

Well 17 year old titties really can't be beat.

That's what my husband says!

WOW!

He showed you how to examine your breasts because HE wanted to fondle them.

He just squeezed the produce to make sure it was ripe. Then he peeked at her burger to see if it was ready to be flipped. Everyone knows that a girl's burger requires just the right amount of pink in the middle.

He just squeezed the produce to make sure it was ripe. Then he peeked at her burger to see if it was ready to be flipped. Everyone knows that a girl's burger requires just the right amount of pink in the middle.

Gee, I always thought it was a taco! 😁

Gee, I always thought it was a taco! 😁

If a female is unhygienic, does that make it a fish taco?

WOW! He showed you how to examine your breasts because HE wanted to fondle them.

I might tend to think that if a nurse was not present. But Clarabelle indicated that one was. And because it was a school physical, link the idea of educational and educating you how to do self examinations as arguably technically appropriate

@Clarabelle , i'm not sure how long ago this was for you, but you learned from that moment on, you could potentially AVOID having at least a school doctor examine your breasts if you say you do self examinations. you could have spared yourself going through that potentially.

Was curious if he was wearing gloves when he squeezed your nipples. I could understand him examining your breasts without gloves, but the purpose of squeezing your nipples is to check for possible discharge. And since the chances of that are apparently > 0, hence doing it.....

Gee, I always thought it was a taco! 😁

Tacos, burgers, hair pies. Seems like it can be associated with almost any part of a full course meal.

Tacos, burgers, hair pies. Seems like it can be associated with almost any part of a full course meal.

You left out bearded clam.

Tacos, burgers, hair pies. Seems like it can be associated with almost any part of a full course meal.

You left out bearded clam.

See ?

You left out bearded clam.

The bearded clam is a well known aphrodisiac. I get hard just thinking about it. Imagine what happens when I eat it.

I might tend to think that if a nurse was not present. But Clarabelle indicated that one was. And because it was a school physical, link the idea of educational and educating you how to do self examinations as arguably technically appropriate

Men get rectal and prostate exams with a nurse present and women get full vaginal/rectal/pelvic exams with a nurse present. The presence of a nurse only prevents the most extreme actions or undue time spent that aren't part of a real exam. However, that doesn't mean the guy didn't want to fondle her breasts while teaching how to do a monthly self-exam.

However, that doesn't mean the guy didn't want to fondle her breasts while teaching how to do a monthly self-exam.

If he DID want to fondle her breasts, he'd have to go about it in a way that the nurse who was present did not suspect his ultimate intentions. She'd have to believe that the contact he did make was necessary, and he'd have to behave AS IF that were the case.

@Clarabelle , did YOU feel like he really just wanted to fondle your breasts the way he went about it, and that educating you on how to was just more of an excuse to do so ?

If he DID want to fondle her breasts, he'd have to go about it in a way that the nurse who was present did not suspect his ultimate intentions. She'd have to believe that the contact he did make was necessary, and he'd have to behave AS IF that were the case.

I'm sure that he was well aware just how far he could deviate from the standard procedure without arousing suspicion. Even if he followed exact protocol, he still could have enjoyed the experience. The medical profession provides individuals with the unique opportunity to view and touch naked bodies as part of their job duties. I'm positive that some doctors use this to their advantage to varying degrees.

Question, any men here had a breast exam done to them at their last physicals? I'm reading alot of comments from this thread and it's mostly females talking about their first breast exam never men ?

Question, any men here had a breast exam done to them at their last physicals? I'm reading alot of comments from this thread and it's mostly females talking about their first breast exam never men ?

The reason for that is this thread is aimed at women only. The opening post beginning "Females - how ..." is the clue. In any case, to speak of breasts generally implies discussion only of female anatomy unless men are specifically mentioned.

There is an existing thread discussing male breast examinations -

https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;topic=78760

Men are welcome to tell of their own experiences on that thread, but we will not be discussing it here.

The first time I got a proper breast exam was at a physical when I was 16, but for a few years before my dr had looked at them specifically

I think I was probably 15/16, definitely after I’d started developing. It was bra on (with panties) and then I was asked to remove my bra for a second. It was more a visual thing, I suspect to check development, than an adult breast exam.

It was embarrassing when they taught there is making the exam of breasts. Very humiliating

@Clarabelle , did YOU feel like he really just wanted to fondle your breasts the way he went about it, and that educating you on how to was just more of an excuse to do so ?

Not at all, it all seemed totally professional and he had a very matter-of-factly attitude.

I've discussed it with my best friend afterwards and she had to go through the very same exam, I really think it was how he routinely did things.

Freshman year

Greshman High school or college?

I was 21 years old, at my first physical since middle school.

I’m a trans guy and had my first breast exam at my chest surgery consultation a couple of years ago, when I was 29. It was performed by a female, middle aged surgeon with what I remember to be massive hands. There was also a nurse in the room. Although I was nervous and don’t like my chest, the exposure and pressure of her touch was a turn on. I can remember it so clearly because I’ve often thought about it since.

I had to wear a paper waistcoat thing that opened in the front. It wasn’t closed for very long. She pulled the two sides apart and first observed my breasts in four positions: hands at sides, hands against waist, hands behind my head and leaning forward slightly. Out of these leaning forward with large breasts was certainly the most embarrassing.

Then she did a very full exam on each side with me sitting up, both with my hands at me side and the hand of the breast she was examining behind my head. She didn’t squeeze them, but she did press firmly over my nipples. The same exam was then done lying down before I had to sit up and rest my arm on hers while she examined my lymph nodes. I remember this feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Before I was allowed to dress she took a number of measurements and read them out for the nurse to record. I can’t remember them all but know she did below the breasts, around the fullest part, nipple to under breast and neck to nipple.

I was 15 and fully developed. I’d been going to the same pediatrician for years and never liked him. Prior to that exam, he had visually but not manually inspected them. When I entered the exam room, the nurse told me to “undress to your underpants. Bra comes off, this ties in the back,” as she handed me the cloth gown. It hadn’t occurred to me that my breasts would be manually examined until the moment that my doctor knocked and came in the room before I could answer. My breasts were fully exposed, and I saw him look at them briefly as he said, “Oh, excuse me.” As he turned to leave the room he said, “Don’t bother tying the gown.” The delight he seemed to take in looking at my breasts and saying that made me realize that his hands were going to be all over them and that he was going to enjoy it. His face told me he was full of anticipation. As I look back on my years under his care, I really think he enjoyed humiliating me. He seemed to go to great lengths to do it, and clearly reveled in it. You could almost see him salivating!I was not happy with that. I just dreaded being examined by him always, and this made me feel anxious. He was ugly, too. The progression of the exam felt like a slow descent into deeper and deeper humiliation. Eyes, ears, nose, throat, then he told me to put my legs up on the table as he opened the back of my gown and stethed, then reached down the front and stethed more. Then he said, “Lie back and take your arms out of your sleeves. I’m going to examine your breasts now.” He exposed both of them at once and told me to put my hands behind my head. For several uncomfortable seconds he said nothing and stared at them like he was drinking them in. He then told me he was checking for symmetry. As he talked to me about self exams, he gave each of them a THOROUGH fondling. I would estimate that he took about a minute and a half on each one. He then squeezed both of my nipples at once, pinching them between his thumb and index finger softly, then progressively harder. He did that for about 12 times or so, telling me he was checking for discharge, but he was also making them hard and perky. He paused to look again, then grabbed onto them and pulled them towards him for about ten seconds using a tugging motion. I think he tugged them 4 or 5 times. Then he left me lying there blushing and exposed while he went to jot some notes at his desk. He came back and smiled down at me as I looked up at him waiting for his next instruction. I could tell that he absolutely LOVED having this control and being able to view and touch my body. He said, “You have very healthy breasts,” then proceeded to deepen my humiliation as the exam progressed to my other girl parts. This, of course, he delighted in, too.

@guinie, This is a very interesting share. And thank you for sharing it; it was a very interesting read. It takes us back a quarter of a century to how things were at the time. When things were less modest. And for you to recall your 1st time during that kind of period, it's no wonder that you remember a lot about the experience. Being very young, the anticipation of your breasts being examined and touched for the first time. The unplanned premature, sudden exposure to the doctor before the exam officially began, and how you felt about his outlook on being able to see and feel them had to create intense feelings that would last for a long time.

And since you indicated that you were not happy with it, i could imagine that a lot of that experience must have been anything but enjoyable for you, perhaps even horrifying on some level. Especially being put into a situation that you couldn't really get out of, at least not without making some sort of dramatic scene about it.

I could imagine how many of your peers had gone through something similar around that time.

Then I wonder how many readers imagine themselves being the doctor and how they would feel, in a similar situation with a vulnerable 15 year old who has never been examined in that way before. Both then and now, as now is a different time when so much has changed.