Pregnant Patient Protocol
My name is Dr. Minho Park, and I’ve been a gynecologist for fifteen years. My friend Jihoon and I go back to university. When he told me his wife, Song Jihyo, was pregnant for the first time at thirty-nine, he asked if I would take her on personally. “She’s nervous,” he said. “I trust you, hyung. You’ll make her feel safe.”
I smiled and shook his hand. Safe was exactly what I planned to make her feel.
Jihyo was stunning even in her loose maternity dresses—shoulder-length dark hair, sharp cheekbones, full lips that still carried that famous playful smile from her variety-show days. C-to-D cup breasts that pregnancy had already begun to swell into something heavier, rounder. And between her legs, from the very first exam, I noticed the thick, glossy black bush that she clearly never trimmed. A proper, natural Korean MILF cunt, already glistening with the extra blood flow of early pregnancy.
First two visits, Jihoon sat right beside her. I kept everything textbook: blood pressure, fetal heartbeat, gentle external palpation over her clothes. I praised her for being such a “healthy, glowing expectant mother.” She blushed and thanked me. Trust level: high.
By the third visit she came alone. Jihoon had a work emergency. Perfect.
“Jihyo-ssi, today we need to do a more thorough breast and pelvic check,” I said in my calmest doctor voice, closing the door softly. “Pregnancy hormones can cause changes that we have to monitor closely. Some women feel a little shy, but I promise it’s completely routine. Would you like a chaperone?”
She hesitated, then shook her head. “No… I trust you, Doctor. Jihoon says you’re the best.”
I smiled warmly. “Good girl. Let’s start with the breasts. Lie back, please.”
She did. I lifted the hem of her maternity top and folded her bra up over the soft, heavy mounds. Her nipples were already darker, thicker, the areolas spreading like dark coins. I cupped one breast openly, thumb brushing the stiff peak.
“See this darkening? Totally normal. But I need to check for any lumps or discharge.” I squeezed gently, then rolled her nipple between my fingers, pulling just a fraction harder than necessary. A tiny bead of clear fluid appeared. “Perfect,” I murmured. “Your body is preparing beautifully.”
Her breathing had quickened. “Is… is that supposed to happen?”
“Absolutely. Some women leak colostrum this early. It’s healthy.” I repeated the motion on the other breast, longer this time, watching her bite her lip. “Any tenderness?”
“A little… sensitive,” she whispered.
“Good. That means everything is working.” I left her bra folded up and her tits fully exposed while I moved lower. “Now the pelvic exam. I’m going to lower your panties just a little, okay? Standard procedure.”
I slid her maternity leggings and plain white panties down to mid-thigh. Her pregnant belly curved gently, and below it that thick, untamed bush of black hair glistened with the extra moisture pregnancy brings. Her outer lips were already puffy, slightly parted. I could smell her—warm, musky, fertile.
I placed the drape across her waist, the thin blue sheet that blocked her view of everything below her chest. Classic. She couldn’t see my face anymore when I sat on the stool between her legs.
“Excellent. I’m going to examine the external genitalia first.” My fingers parted her hairy lips slowly, deliberately. The pink inner folds were slick. “You’re producing a lot of healthy lubrication. That’s excellent for the baby.”
I traced her clit with my thumb, circling it under the guise of “checking capillary response.” She twitched.
“N-no… it feels… strange.”
“Strange is normal. Your nerves are hypersensitive right now.” I slid one finger inside her—slow, clinical, then two. Her walls clenched, hot and velvety. I curled them against her front wall while my other hand stayed on her belly, pretending to palpate the uterus.
“Relax, Jihyo-ssi. Breathe. I need to check your cervix depth.”
I replaced my fingers with the blunt head of my cock. I’d been rock-hard since she walked in. I pushed in one smooth inch, then another, keeping my voice perfectly steady.
“Feel that pressure? That’s just the speculum equivalent—manual today for accuracy. You’re doing so well.”
She gasped softly. “It’s… bigger than usual…”
“Pregnancy makes the canal softer and more elastic. Totally normal. Just relax and let me go deeper so I can feel the cervix properly.”
I sank all the way in, balls-deep in my best friend’s pregnant wife. Her hairy cunt swallowed me perfectly, the thick bush tickling my groin. I stayed still for a long moment, savoring the wet heat, then began slow, deep thrusts disguised as “cervical assessment.”
“Excellent tone,” I praised. “You’re gripping beautifully. Some patients need me to move like this to get a full reading.”
Her breathing was ragged now. “Doctor… it feels… really deep…”
“That’s the idea. We have to be thorough.” I sped up just a fraction, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room. “Any cramping?”
“Good. That’s the healthy response.” I reached under the drape and found her swollen clit again, rubbing firm circles while I fucked her steadily. “I’m going to apply some gentle stimulation now. It helps relax the pelvic floor.”
She moaned—quiet, embarrassed, but unmistakable. Her pregnant tits jiggled with every thrust. I pinched one nipple hard through the drape.
“Perfect. You’re responding exactly as you should.”
I fucked her harder, the chair creaking softly. Her hairy cunt was creaming around my cock now, white streaks visible on my shaft every time I pulled back. I could feel her walls fluttering.
“You might feel a strong contraction soon,” I warned professionally. “That’s normal. Just let it happen. It’s good for circulation.”
She came hard—her back arching, a choked whimper escaping as her pregnant pussy spasmed and milked me. I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, voice calm as ever.
“Wonderful. Excellent muscle control.”
I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, flooding her pregnant womb with thick ropes of cum. I stayed inside her, grinding slowly while I pretended to massage her cervix.
“Some patients benefit from a little internal application of fluid,” I said casually. “It’s a natural lubricant I use—helps prevent any micro-tears. You’ll feel it leak out later. Completely harmless.”
She was panting, flushed, eyes glassy. “Thank you, Doctor… I feel… very taken care of.”
I pulled out slowly, watching my cum bubble out of her hairy cunt and drip onto the paper sheet. I wiped her gently with a warm cloth, as if it were routine.
“Same time next week. We’ll do a longer session—full internal mapping. You might want to skip breakfast; sometimes the deeper checks can feel intense.”
She nodded, dazed, pulling her panties back up over her freshly-fucked, cum-filled pussy. “I’ll… I’ll do whatever you say.”
Over the next months the visits became ritual.
Every time she came alone I raised the drape higher, exposed more of her changing body. Her breasts grew to full, heavy D-cups, veins visible under the skin, nipples constantly erect and leaking tiny drops when I “examined” them for minutes at a time. I sucked them openly under the drape while telling her it was “manual colostrum expression technique.” She whimpered and thanked me.
Her belly swelled. Her hairy cunt became even puffier, the lips darker, the hair matted with constant arousal and my cum. I fucked her every visit—slow and deep while describing “cervical softening checks,” fast and brutal while claiming I was “stimulating blood flow to the placenta.” I came inside her every single time, telling her the warm rush was “special pregnancy oil” or “nutrient gel” that would help the baby.
One afternoon, seven months along, her belly huge and round, I had her on all fours on the exam table, drape over her back like a tent. I fucked her from behind, hands gripping her swollen hips, while she moaned into the pillow.
“Deep breath, Jihyo-ssi. I’m checking the posterior wall today. You’re so open for me… perfect patient.”
I reached around and rubbed her clit until she came again, her pregnant belly swinging, tits leaking onto the paper. I flooded her a second time, then plugged her with a thick silicone “cervical support” (my cock stayed inside until I was soft).
She never once suspected.
Not when I made her ride me in the chair while I “monitored fetal movement with internal probe.” Not when I came on her face during a “facial nerve response test” and told her it was a new vitamin serum. Not even when, in her final month, I fucked her ass for the first time under the excuse of “checking rectal pressure for labor prep.” She just gasped, called me “the best doctor in the world,” and waddled out leaking from both holes.
On the day she gave birth—healthy baby boy—Jihoon thanked me in the delivery room. Jihyo, exhausted and glowing, looked at me with pure gratitude.
“I don’t know how I would have gotten through this pregnancy without you, Doctor,” she whispered, still leaking my last load into the hospital pad.
I smiled, squeezed her hand, and told her I’d be happy to be her doctor again for the next one.
snowghoul
turnnoffyourmind
romaincrisis
