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hi. she/her. bisexual. single. little medfet sub/switch. | 18+ only but realistically 30+. Not a bot, Tumblr won't let me change my avatar 😭

[doctor-aria]

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[hysteric-boy]

Doctor with the stethoscope pressed against my chest, listening to my heart beat speed up when he slides his hand under my hospital gown

[sc52]

nsfw would you rather?

be over-stimulated or edged?

be a voyeur or have semi-public sex?

finger yourself or follow guided masturbation?

watch yourself in a mirror or listen to a recording of yourself?

honey or ice?

sleep in lingerie or nude

receive a voice memo or nude from a mutual?

shaved or bushy?

grope yourself or be groped?

cuddle under a blanket or sleep nude together?

airplane sex or elevator sex?

kitchen sex or shower sex?

pool sex or workplace sex?

watch porn or read erotica?

receive or send a dirty message while at work?

have your dirty thoughts shared with those around you or know the dirty thoughts of those around you?

watch wlw or mlm porn?

hump a pillow or use a vibrator?

boobs or butt?

lose your virginity together or lose to someone well-seasoned

get fingered in the library or at a nightclub?

receive or perform oral?

have “ok” sex daily or amazing sex once a week?

doggy or missionary?

physical touch or quality time?

moan or scream?

lace or latex?

white or black lingerie?

have someone remote control your vibrator or control it for someone else?

[brattydrench]

overstimulated

semi-public sex?

follow guided masturbation

watch myself in a mirror

ice

both tbh i have my days

i appreciate anything i can get

shaved

be groped

sleep nude together

sex anywhere

sex anywhere

sex anywhere

read erotica

receive dirty messages

my dirty thoughts shared with those around

dont know

vibrator (i love squirting)

boobs

someone well seasoned (so daddy)

library all the way

perform oral

amazing sex once a week

doggy

physical touch

moan

lace

black

have someone remote control my vibrator

[iridescent-adolescent]

just 👏because 👏a 👏girl👏is 👏openly 👏sexual👏 it 👏does 👏not 👏mean 👏she 👏wants 👏to 👏be 👏sexual 👏with 👏you 👏specifically 👏

[depression-spice-everything-nice]

”Deeep breaths for me, okay sweetie?”

[justanotherfo-blog]

[doctor-aria]

Does anyone have any recommendations for medfet fanfics for a male doctor taking care of a sick female patient? I know that's broad but my brain isn't firing on all cylinders but if you look at my blog you'll probably get a good idea

Asking for um...science and not related to my last post about being sick 😅

[doctor-aria]

Y'all Flu A is not for the weak. This is comparable to when I had covid. Holy shit.

I'm on day and still getting fevers 😩🫪🫩

[probablyalilweird]

The idea of a doctor pushing your hips back down as they insert whatever tool into you and saying "I need you to stay still for me okay?"

[brattydrench]

I hate how much I need these appointments.

Every single week I’m back in that freezing cold doctor’s office, shivering as he locks the door behind me with a calm click. “Strip. Everything off,” he orders without even looking up from his chart. The room is always ice-cold, my nipples hardening instantly the second the air hits my skin. I fold my clothes neatly on the chair like he expects, then stand there naked and exposed while he circles me slowly.

He starts with my breasts. Rough, gloved hands grope and squeeze them, lifting and pressing, pinching my sensitive nipples until I whimper. “Still too sensitive here,” he mutters clinically, twisting one harder just to watch me squirm. He comments on my weight, my posture, how soft my belly is, slapping my abdomen lightly to watch it jiggle. Every little flaw is noted out loud in that detached, professional tone that makes me feel like a piece of meat being examined.

Then comes the worst part.

He guides me onto the table, forces my legs up into the cold metal stirrups, spreading me obscenely wide. Thick leather restraints buckle tightly around my wrists and thighs, pinning me completely. I can’t close my legs. I can’t even shift away. I’m completely helpless, cunt on full display under the harsh lights.

The doctor sits between my spread legs and begins the pelvic exam. His gloved fingers probe roughly around my entrance, spreading my lips apart without any gentleness. He slides two thick fingers deep inside me, scissoring and stretching me open while he measures and inspects. The speculum comes next — ice-cold metal that he forces into my tight hole without warming it. He cranks it open wide, stretching my walls painfully as he shines a light inside me, commenting on how wet I’m already getting.

“Patient is exhibiting clear signs of arousal again,” he says flatly, like I’m not even there.

His fingers find my swollen clit and start rubbing — firm, clinical, merciless circles. No matter how much I struggle against the restraints or beg him to stop, he doesn’t. He just keeps rubbing faster, occasionally slapping my exposed cunt when I squirm too much. The wet, filthy sounds of his gloved fingers pumping in and out of my dripping pussy echo in the quiet room. He adds a third finger, stretching me brutally while his thumb grinds hard on my clit until my thighs are shaking uncontrollably.

I fight it. I really do. But I always end up cumming hard around his fingers like a pathetic, restrained little slut — walls clenching and gushing all over his hand while he watches with cold professional interest.

By the time he’s done, I’m a dripping, trembling mess. He finally removes the speculum and restraints, hands me a single thin wipe like it’s nothing, and says, “Clean yourself up. Same time next week.”

I know I should stop going. But I’ll be back. Naked. Shivering. Restrained. Until he finally says I’m “cured”… even though we both know I never will be.

[weneedtobagherdoctor]

Feet on stirrups

[babyjakes]

private practice | ellie's undoing.

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series masterlist

video title | 'ellie's forced orgasm treatment'

video description | 'sweet little ellie might just have the tiniest clit dr. ari has ever seen. to prep her for her forced orgasm treatment, he uses a precision pump to grow the itty bitty nubbin to a more manageable size. as the machine milks the patient's clit, the doctor stretches out her tiny bottom with a gloved finger, reveling in the way she cries so pathetically at the unwanted penetration. once her clit is nice and swollen, the pump is removed and a clamp is applied to keep the knot of flesh exposed. dr. ari chooses one of his favorite tools to administer ellie's orgasm treatment: a vibrating brush designed for the clit combined with his patented warming paste, alongside a larger plug to properly stuff her abused little bottom. with expert care, he scrubs the patient's clit while working the plug inside her burning hole, building her up to a powerful orgasm right there on the exam table. poor little ellie wails as she squirts all over dr. ari's hands and tools, earning lots of praise from the proud doctor.'

participants | dr. ari levinson, ellie [regressed patient]

warnings | unambiguous NONcon: crying, resisting, pleading. nswf age regression/play. medfet elements: clinical setting, exam table, stirrups, restraints, gloves, sex toys used as "medical instruments." clit focus: pump, clamp, the dreaded brush returns >:D, warming paste. (virgin) anal play: fingering, plug. squirting forced orgasm. mocking, degradation, humiliation, praise. (basically) no aftercare.

word count | 2,342

an | eun's first smut in like,, actual years at this point? and it's filthy, depraved medfet? more likely than you'd think besties B^) so the way i've started to draft private practice concepts (and i'll explain this more in a proper post about the series/update the masterlist to include this information at some point) is in the format of a video library that the clinic keeps, comprised of videos taken during patient appointments. i'm not quite sure why i've been doing it this way, but it's been working, so i'm not gonna fight it lol. i've found it's been a little easier for me to use a nondescriptive "patient" with a name, instead of traditional reader-insert; i hope that's alright with everyone. the patients won't have many physical descriptors if any at all, and i'm not sure if their appearances will each be a one-off or if they'll have ongoing storylines. but for now, enjoy ellie and dr. ari in this piece :) thanks so so so much to everyone who has waited literal years for me to get back to posting. i love you forever with all my (slutty little) heart <333

an 2 | i ended up remastering this fic a few days after posting! so if you notice some heavy edits, don't mind them :)

The recording begins with the camera focused on little Ellie, one of Dr. Levinson's regular patients. With the backdrop of one of the clinic's pristine exam rooms, Ellie was already situated on the daunting exam table that stood at its center, her legs spread obscenely wide in the sturdy set of stirrups. The nurse who had prepped the girl for her appointment had taken care of restraining her, making sure the thick straps were tight enough to prevent even an inch of movement. Ellie's sniffles filled the air as she stared up at the bright white ceiling, listening as Dr. Levinson got situated at the foot of the table.

"Alright, Ellie," the doctor murmured with that smooth, soothing voice. The sound of nitrile gloves snapping onto his hands made the poor girl wince. "We have a very special treatment planned for that little clit of yours today." Reaching up with an easy hand, Dr. Levinson adjusted the overhead light to shine down more directly onto little Ellie's exposed privates. A lined napkin was already situated beneath her bottom, placed there to catch the results of the treatment.

The doctor hummed thoughtfully as his eyes settled on his patient's bare pussy. "Now as you can see," he narrated clinically for the camera, "little Ellie here has an exceptionally small clitoris." He used a gloved hand to gently manipulate the girl's folds, opening her up just enough to show her tiny bundle of nerves that still remained hidden beneath its protective hood. "Mhmm," Dr. Levinson mused with a pleased smile, reaching over for the tube of lubricating gel that sat on the instrument cart at his side. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we?"

The metal instrument tray on top of the cart also held a few other tools, one in particular that kept catching Ellie's nervous gaze as it wandered. The clit pump was a standard-issue, medical-grade machine with multiple components: a black box that served as its power source, a long clear tube which led to the pump attachment itself, and a foot pedal that made operation much easier. When Dr. Levinson reached a gloved hand over to pick up the pump, a clear plastic cylinder that attached to the flexible tubing of the machine, poor Ellie couldn't help but whimper softly in anticipation.

The doctor's expression softened with sympathy as he applied the lubricating gel to the attachment, knowing that very few patients enjoyed the pumping process. "There, that should make things run nice and smoothly," he cooed, his words meant to ease Ellie's distress. "We certainly don't want any pinching or tugging on that precious little clit of yours, do we, sweetheart?"

Ellie squirmed weakly against the table as the doctor positioned his hands back between her thighs, tears brimming her wide eyes as she shook her head pleadingly. But Dr. Levinson paid her no mind as he got to work, using a steady hand to retract the hood of the her clit, exposing the tiny nub to the camera's view. "There it is," he hummed lovingly, positioning the pump directly over it before powering on the machine with his foot. The equipment hummed to life as the gentle suction began, pulling poor Ellie's helpless clit upward into the plastic cylinder.

The girl let out a started gasp at the horrible feeling, her hips trying but failing to push against the restraints that kept her held down so securely. Dr. Levinson watched with a satisfied grin as his little patient's clit was worked by the pump in a torturous milking motion, the knot of flesh already growing noticeably in size as blood flow increased. "There we go," the pleased doctor murmured, "nice and visible now." Ellie whined pathetically, her eyes squeezing shut as the relentless, rhythmic suction overwhelmed her. As tears began trailing down the sides of her face, the only movement the girl could manage was the twitching in her fingers and toes.

"And while we let the pump do its work..." Dr. Levinson reached for the lubricating gel again, this time coating his left pointer finger. "Let's open up that tight little bottom of yours, shall we?" Ellie let out a louder cry of protest as his gloved fingertip teased her tighter entrance, her entire body tensing with dread. "Just relax for me, sweetheart," he soothed, his voice dangerously low. "The more you struggle, the worse it'll feel."

With skilled ease, the perverted man began pushing his lubed digit past Ellie's tight ring of muscle, humming sympathetically as she continued to cry at the unwanted invasion. "I know, angel. It burns, doesn't it? That's okay; that's what the gel is there for. You can take it," he encouraged gently. Once he made it past the initial point of resistance, he began a slow, steady pumping motion with his thick finger, stretching the poor girl's virgin walls as the machine's low hum droned on beside him. Ellie's sweet face contorted with embarrassment and pain as she was violated in both places by her doctor, with no way to fight back or stop him.

But despite her tears and clear displeasure, the poor patient's pussy was beginning to leak as Dr. Levinson continued his sinful work. Taking notice, he grinned darkly at the sight of innocent little Ellie getting aroused from having her tiny hole penetrated against her will by his gloved finger, her wetness dripping down onto the napkin beneath her. "Look at that," the doctor mused, nodding toward the clear fluid. "You like it when the doctor straps you down and makes you cry, don't you, little one? Getting your bottom fingered like this is making you so wet." Sliding his finger deeper, he kept working the slippery digit in and out of Ellie's burning hole. The girl whined and shook her head in denial, her humiliation evident. "Such a naughty little patient."

After several more minutes of stretching out her tighter opening, Dr. Levinson noticed that the clit pump was ready to be removed. He released it with a careful pop, revealing Ellie's abused clit to the cool air of the exam room. He then withdrew his finger from her bottom, using the thumb of his clean hand to smear the girl's own wetness across her throbbing bundle of nerves, watching with delight as she flinched and hiccupped from the brief stimulation. "Alright, sweetheart. You did such a good job letting the pump do its work. Now it's time to begin your real treatment."

He kept his eyes on his patient's dripping sex as he removed his gloves before snapping on a fresh pair. "Mhmm, that machine made your clit nice and puffy for me. Now it should be much easier to make you come, don't you think?" Leaning down to open one of the drawers below the medical cart, he paused as he considered his selection of tools. "Now let's see here..." Scanning the assortment of vibrators, dilators, plugs, and more, the doctor took his time in deciding.

"Since your pretty little bottom is already nice and stretched from my finger, let's use a plug to keep it that way while we work on your clit." Selecting a large, ribbed plug from the drawer, Dr. Levinson sheathed the tool in a disposable rubber cover before prepping it generously with lube. Poor Ellie's cries worsened once more at the sight of the instrument, her tummy trembling at the idea of the textured length being forced into her ill-prepared opening. "Here we are, little one," Dr. Levinson said cheerfully, pressing the daunting tip of the plug against his patient's slippery hole. "Now be a good girl and open wide for me."

Ellie wailed as the insertion began, the girth of the tool stretching her painfully wide. With each passing ridge, her ring of muscle was popped cruelly, only adding to the torturous sensation. Once the object was fully seated, the doctor gave its base a loving pat, earning an extra whimper from little Ellie. "There," Dr. Levinson smiled broadly. "And now that your bottom is taken care of, let's focus on that messy little clit of yours."

The gloved man selected a small clamp made of plastic, removing it from its wrapper before opening it wide and positioning it over Ellie's helpless nub. "This will help keep your clit exposed and hard while we work you up to that orgasm," he ensured. The girl cried out in pain as the clamp was placed, trapping and holding her clit steady beneath the doctor's perverted gaze. Satisfied with the setup so far, he then returned to his drawer of medical instruments for a final time.

One tool quickly caught his eye, a vibrator with a disposable head that resembled a toothbrush, though the bristles were made of soft silicon. After years of experience, Dr. Levinson knew that this particular tool was highly reliable in producing powerful orgasms, especially when used after a clit pumping session. He had even designed a specialized warming paste to be used with the brush, with the help of the clinic's medical engineer, Dr. Brenner.

Picking up the vibrator's base, Dr. Levinson grabbed a tab of the minty paste as well as a new head to pair with the handle. Ellie watched in horror as he clicked the silicon attachment into place, securing the circular tab of paste to the back of his gloved hand for easy access. "This is a very special tool, Ellie," the doctor explained as he worked, holding it up for the girl to see. "We're going to scrub that swollen little clit of yours until you come nice and hard for me."

Ignoring his patient's soft sobs and protests, he applied a decent amount of paste onto the brush's smooth bristles before switching it on, smiling as it hummed to life. As soon as the brush was lowered onto little Ellie's clit, she let out a loud yelp, her legs kicking uselessly in the stirrups. "There, see? That clamp is going to hold your clit nice and still for me while I give it a good scrubbing," Dr. Levinson crooned. "Now be a big girl and let the doctor take care of you."

With a steady hand, he began working the brush in small circles over Ellie's helpless bundle of nerves, the warming paste stinging and burning as the poor girl could only manage to weep pathetically on the table. "That's it, sweetheart," the man cooed gently, his expression feigning sympathy and understanding. As the brush did its work, the gritty paste quickly mixed with the patient's wetness to form a frothy foam that helped the process remain nice and smooth. The doctor watched in sick delight as Ellie's clit swelled up even more in the clamp, unable to escape the horrible stimulation. Through a bit of experimentation, he found that she cried the hardest when he focused the whirring bristles of the brush right on the sensitive head of her clit, working in small circles.

Not wanting to neglect his patient's burning bottom, Dr. Levinson used his free hand to press firmly on the base of the anal plug, preventing Ellie from pushing it out. "Shh, I know. That feels so intense, doesn't it, baby?" the cruel doctor murmured, keeping the brush positioned right where it was needed most. "Every time I circle this spot right here, you cry a little harder. Don't you, sweetheart?" Applying a bit more pressure, he watched as his patient's hips and legs jerked against the restraints, tears and drool dripping down her chin as she cried so beautifully.

"And your little bottom, it's still stuffed up so nicely, isn't it?" he reminded her, pumping the oversized plug in and out of her abused hole a few times to elicit some extra whimpers and tears. "And we'll just keep working your clit here, just keep scrubbing and scrubbing..." It was a tactic he used often, and it was having its exact intended effect: the more Dr. Levinson described what he was doing in humiliating detail, the more distressed and ultimately aroused his patient would get.

Within just minutes of the combined clit scrubbing and anal penetration, Ellies cries had taken on a tone that the doctor was all too skilled at recognizing as the pressure in her tummy rose to unsustainable levels. "That's right, baby girl," Dr. Levinson praised sweetly, watching the girl's muscles tense up as her body prepared for its unwanted peak. "There it is; you're almost there. Go ahead and come for me, sweetheart. Come for the doctor."

Just as he planned, his words tipped his little patient over the edge as her whole body spasmed, a broken cry rising in her throat as she came hard against his instruments. "Good, that's a good girl," Dr. Levinson hummed as he kept his tools in place, watching as Ellie's clit twitched painfully beneath the brush's steady pressure. To his surprise, the poor girl couldn't help but squirt heavily, drenching the gauze napkin beneath her. Her tiny bottom tried to push the plug out, but the doctor made sure to keep it right in place, continuing to encourage her, "There you go, angel. Keep coming for me... such a good girl."

Ellie's forced orgasm lasted a torturous several seconds before the red-hot waves of pleasure were finally replaced by softer, fuzzy tingles. Once Dr. Levinson was certain that she was finished, he gently removed the vibrator and switched it off, setting it down on the tray beside him as the girl's soft panting filled the silence. "Very good," he hummed again, leaving the plug in place as he used a gloved hand to spread the little one's folds open, admiring the aftermath of his work. "You did such a good job for me, baby. Just keep taking those deep breaths, okay? We'll get you cleaned up here in a second."

The final few moments of the tape show little Ellie lying there, breathless on the exam table, Dr. Levinson's hand stroking her tummy softly as she floated down from her terrible high.

[babyjakes]

reblogging because i remastered this fic completely :) i think i feel better about it now? hopefully hehe, but as always feedback is welcome! grammar and logistic things were changed, but also many parts were entirely rewritten and completely new lines were added. thanks for reading! hope this is lives up to what the private practice girlies were waiting so patiently for 🩵

[deadlyr0s3]

“i need to check something” as you reach into my panties to feel how wet i am

[malpractices3]

[doctorlarch]

Waiting anxiously.

Graphite on paper. 5.5 by 8.5 in

[doctor-aria]

I also promise to be still for you 😈

[strongbeats]

Thinking about soft doctors and gentle encounters. They’re genuinely happy to see you, smile brightly as they greet you, and listen so actively when you speak. They always tell you what’s going on, what they’re doing, where their hands will be as they palpate your body. It’s an intense focus they turn onto your body as they flex your joints, test your reflexes, press their fingers into your abdomen. Their hands are sure and warm, nitrile gloved fingers ensuring your health. Their eyes crinkle into a smile as their cold stethoscope presses to your skin and makes you jump, apologizing even though you both laugh. You relax, your heart sings in their ears as they take their time listening. This is both your favorite part. You’re seen. You’re heard. You’re safe.