Wife's Desperation During Ultrasound

Not sure whether this constitutes a medical fetish but when I accompanied my wife to her ultrasound scan I found it a huge turn-on.

When my wife was pregnant with our first child I went with her to the first scan. The appointment was for late in the afternoon and, as instructed, she had drunk plenty of water so her bladder was full. When we arrived it became apparent that the nurse was running behind schedule and we had to wait - we were actually 30 minutes late by the time her turn came. As the wait continued I could sense my wife's desperation increasing - as the minutes ticked by she began to get annoyed and she started to complain about how desperate she was for the toilet. She had her legs tightly crossed and she was beginning to fidget - she was wearing some black linen trousers and at one point I noticed her undoing the top button as she tried to relieve the pressure. Finally our turn came but by now she was clearly bursting!

We entered the examination room and my wife slipped off her trousers and got onto the table. She was wearing bikini style panties which she lowered slightly so the fringe of her bush was visible. The nurse spread the gel on her abdomen which was clearly distended and then began to press the probe against her. I was holding my wife's hand and she gasped as the probe was applied. As the nurse moved the probe around she gripped my hand more tightly - I could see she was wincing and biting her lip and I could tell she was on the brink of wetting her knickers! In desperation she pleaded with the nurse telling her she really needed to pee but she wasn't finished with her yet - "just another minute sweetie, nearly done" she said cheerfully. I was finding this a huge turn-on and with my fertile imagination I had the idea that this nurse was actually enjoying my wife's desperation. This turned me on even more and I now had a raging erection!

Eventually my poor wife could take no more and she begged to be allowed to use the toilet "OK sweetie I can see you're really desperate - we're done now" said the nurse. My wife wiped the gel off her abdomen and I helped her off the table. She grabbed her trousers and hobbled, bent double, into the toilet and closed the door. Even with the door closed we could hear the sound of her urinating - a powerful stream that seemed to go on forever.

Finally she was finished and she emerged from the toilet looking a little red-faced and flustered. On the way home she was very quite and seemed annoyed - when we got home she immediately said that she wanted to shower. As soon as she was in the shower I was in the laundry basket checking her undies. Sure enough the crotch of her panties were soaked with her urine! - she'd clearly lost the desperate battle to control her bladder and had peed in her knickers! The thought of this got me hard again and as soon as she emerged from the shower we had great sex!

Does anyone else have any similar stories - I'd love to hear your experiences.

Hot hot story. I love it.

Hot hot story. I love it.

Glad you liked the story - I wasn't sure whether this subject was actually relevant to this forum but given the medical setting and context I thought that others on here might find it interesting. The circumstances, combined with my very vivid imagination made it a wonderful experience for me.

I was (very pleasantly) surprised at how much of a turn-on I found this however in any medfet scenario I think one key factor is the dynamic between the medical practitioner and their patient - and in this case a couple of things combined to change that dynamic somewhat (at least for me).

Firstly of course there was the long delay to her appointment so that by the time we got started my wife's bladder was full to capacity and she was desperate for relief- and the nurse would have been perfectly aware of this!

Then there was the attitude of the nurse throughout the procedure which I found interesting! She had a friendly, supportive nature but I was convinced that she was actually enjoying my wife's predicament. Probably just wishful thinking on my part but I loved the idea that this woman got off on knowing that her female patients were desperate to pee throughout the procedure. This would vary from patient to patient but gave her a degree of 'power' over her patients and, in my wife's case, this power had been greatly increased by the long delay and her heightened desperation - in effect my wife was completely at the mercy of this woman!

Once this idea was in my head i really began to enjoy the experience finding it a huge turn-on. This nurse was completely aware of my wife's increased desperation and I loved the idea that she was taking great pleasure pressing the probe against her distended abdomen knowing what it was doing to her! Every time she adjusted the probe position I imagined her pressing a little harder, increasing the pressure and turning the screw to see the efect on my wife! I was certainly aware of her suffering - every time the probe was run over her she gasped and gripped my hand tighter and I could almost share her desperate struggle to maintain control of herself, feeling her bladder weakening as the nurse brought her repeatedly to the brink of wetting her panties!

When my wife initially pleaded for it to stop she showed her no mercy and insisted on continuing for another minute or so and I was convinced she deliberately did it to prolong her ordeal, enjoying her power and my wife's obvious distress. When my wife again begged for relief she finally relented and ended the examination (perhaps satisfied that she had taken this women to her limit of her suffering and it was time to show her some mercy). Eventually she allowed my wife to empty her bladder (although not soon enough to avoid her wetting her knickers as I discovered to my delight later! - I couldn't help thinking that, if she knew, the nurse would be equally delighted to know she had caused my wife to wet her knickers!)

When my wife was in the toilet both the nurse and I could hear her urinating - a powerful stream cascading noisily into the toilet bowl. It seemed to me that she was peeing for ages and I imagined the nurse getting off again on the sound and the length of time it took her to empty her bladder - more evidence of the harrowing ordeal my poor wife had had to endure and how desperate she'd been for relief!

Later when I examined my wife's panties and saw that she'd wet herself I was really turned on by the thought that she had almost managed to hold it back but it was that extra minute the nurse insisted on that had pushed her over the edge! - no wonder she had seemed so flustered and annoyed on the way home.

This forum is the first place I've found where I've been able to set this down - I'd love to hear anyone else's thought or similar experiences.

Nice story. I enjoyed it.

Midlander while I can understand your concerns and feelings regarding your wife's ultrasound experience I can assure you that that it was not done deliberately to torment your wife or cause her undue suffering.

Having a ultrasound during early pregnancy, it can be difficult to locate the fetus and so you have to move and press the transducer firmly at times in order to get a good image, in addition it is also used to check the female pelvic organs during pregnancy. Having a full bladder is necessary to get the best ultrasound image.

Its the same for any pelvic ultrasound male or female. I fully understand that the pressing can cause and intensify the feeling to pee and it can be a real struggle not to pee oneself . In reality their is some leakage of urine in both male and female patients.

Just ask anyone who has had it done after a delay you will get the same response that they were struggling with peeing on the table. I have seen a couple of instances when it happened as they were unable to stop the flow of urine.

Great story! Thanks!

I had to accompany a friend to her ultrasound, she was 1 month pregnant and the doctor told her to drink 1.5 liters of was 2 hours before her ultrasound, by the time the doctor called her back she was almost in tears and she was very uncomfortable and full. The ultrasound tech told her to lower her pants and lift her shirt, she did, the ultrasound tech then applied the ultrasound jell to her belly and the probe, the ultrasound tech placed the probe on her belly and began to move it around, scanning her upper belly and then moving down to her bladder and began to scan her bladder, my friend unfortunately couldn't hold it anymore. The tech was really nice and apologized .

I also heard somewhere that students training to be ultrasound techs practice on each other with full bladders.

I find this a huge turn-on, and love when the other person gets almost to the edge of losing control of their bladder! I have a special buddy who indulges this fetish of mine, and will leak urine into his bikini underwear for me to suck as I'm slowly removing his trousers! Would love to do this with a woman sometime also!

We have had a similar experience. My wife suffers from bladder weakness after a complicated delivery. She naturally can easily pee while laughing or just sneezing. This causes her considerable discomfort. I decided to help her with this problem and found a doctor who specializes in urine leakage. Obviously, considering my fetish tendency, the doctor was a male. The day before, his medical secretary called us and asked us to come in for a checkup with a full bladder. My wife drank two cups of coffee this morning and added a good portion of Cola along the way. As a result, when we arrived at his office, my wife was already dancing from a wild desire to pee. Fortunately, the doctor received us almost immediately. Seeing that my wife was just bursting with the urge to run to the bathroom, he reduced the anamnesis to a minimum and asked her to undress and lie down on the couch. My wife pulled off her underwear as fast as if it ignited and ran to the couch. She lay on her back. The doctor moved the device to measure the amount of urine in her bladder, poured gel over her lower abdomen, and began to move the probe. At the same time, he pressed her abdomen with this probe quite hard. The device showed more than 1000 milliliters of urine in the bladder. The wife pleaded:

“Doctor, I can't take it anymore. Please, I'm going to pee on myself.”

“Just a minute, dear, I'm almost done. Bend your knees and spread them... like this... okay... now cough”.

The wife quickly spread her legs and began to cough. Suddenly, to our shame, urine poured out of her onto the couch. My wife jumped up and ran to the bathroom red as a tomato.

“It's okay, it happens” - the doctor said, wiping the puddle with a towel.

My wife came back. She walked shamelessly across the room without her panties on. Obviously from the stress she'd been under, she'd forgotten all about shame. She lay down again. The doctor began to move the probe around her belly again. The Bladder Scan showed 80 milliliters.