The Institute needed more surrogates as demand had skyrocketed. We were not able to “recruit" fast enough. We realised that “volunteers" with medfet tendencies made excellent surrogates as they were easy to care for. They may protest and struggle like the rest, but we know they were enjoying the process as much as we did. And so the Medfet Clinic was established adjacent to the Institute and our stream of “volunteers” started flowing in once we opened for business. Are you at the right clinic?
You read from a blog that there was a medfet clinic in a remote part of town. You had no plans for the weekend and thought it would be cool to check it out. You did a quick survey on their website and an appointment was quickly arranged.
You arrived on schedule and they were expecting you. It felt like a real admission to the hospital, exceeding your expectations.
You were attended to by a nurse in uniform and made to fill up the forms about your medical history and allergies. You were getting a little apprehensive and said that you were not actually sick. This drew a short chuckle from the nurse and said, “Of course not! We only accept healthy participants.” With that, you signed the papers not knowing what the content was and she fixed an ID band to your wrist. You were officially admitted and addressed as Patient S34.
There was a locker for your belongings and you were instructed to change into a flimsy hospital gown. You were specifically told nothing underneath and no jewellery.
Once done, your height and weight were taken. You were asked to take a seat outside the treatment room.
As you waited, the door swung open and a nurse in scrubs was pushing a gurney with a patient on it. The patient was unconscious, with an oxygen mask on her face, misting up as she breathed. She had a hair cover on and you could tell from the fringe that her hair underneath was wet with sweat. You couldn’t help staring.
As they disappeared roubd the corridor, you kept imagining what she could have gone through and where they were bringing her. Lost in your fantasy, you were startled when another nurse in scrubs came up to you and said, "You're next!"
She verified your name against the form on the clip board and checked that you had no allergies, no pre-existing conditions and that you had properly fasted the night before. You started to wonder what kind of “procedure" they were going to perform on you but at this stage, you were more excited than worried.
“Something simple. You will feel much better after that,” said the nurse. “From the consultation, we diagnosed that you are submissive and like being vulnerable and under control. We will take care of that. You are in good hands and we have the right 'procedures' for you today.”
You recalled the intimate questions the chatbot asked about what turned you on. Reflecting on your answers now, they seemed to know the right buttons to press. You were getting really wet.
When she checked that everything was in order, she ushered you into the treatment room.
It looked like a small operating theatre with cabinets lining the wall and a sink by the side. In the middle of the room was an operating table, complete with stirrups midway down and arm boards extended like a crucifix by the sides. Your knees went weak when you saw the two nurses in scrubs, with masks and surgical caps. One was arranging medical tools on a tray near the end of the table while another was pushing a rack of medical equipment closer to the table.
The nurse at the end of the table noticed your arrival and quickly covered the tray with a sterile cloth as the other nurse came over to greet you.
“You must be Patient S34. Welcome in! I am Nurse Rita and that is Nurse Nancy. We will be looking after you today,” she said as she took over your dossier from the other nurse.
You were becoming apprehensive at this stage as you appraised the situation. This was too real. The set up, the nurses and even the antiseptic smell in the room made it feel sterile. You wondered if they were going to conduct any strange experiments on you and if you were able to stop them if they did. You started to wonder what really happened to the previous “patient".
Sensing your hesitancy, Nurse Rita put an assuring arm around your lower back, held your hand with her other hand and guided you towards the table. Despite yourself, you moved forward reluctantly and you felt a trickle of wetness between your thighs, not knowing if it was sweat or your juice.
By the table, she started to put on a bouffant cap over your head and tugged you hair into it. Then she untied your gown from the back but leaving the gown hanging over your shoulders. She ushered you onto the table and slowly guided you to lie down.
“We are going to prep you for your procedure. Just lie there and let us do the necessary.”
Nurse Nancy at the bottom of the table busied herself with the equipment while Nurse Rita brought monitoring machines closer to you. She eased you right arm out of your gown and wrapped a pressure cuff over your arm. It started inflating and you felt the beating of your heart as it tightened. She clipped an oximeter onto your index finger and it started blinking. Next she fixed several adhesive electrodes onto your chest under your gown and clipped leading wires to each electrode. The equipment started beeping and you noticed how quickly your heart was beating. Things were moving fast and you were a little overwhelmed.
“Your blood pressure seems a bit low. You must be dehydrated. We are going to start a saline IV to keep you hydrated.” She proceeded to ease your other hand out of the gown and laid it on the arm board. She tied a tourniquet round your upper arm and rubbed alcohol on the crook of your elbow. Before you could protest, she said, “take a deep breath.” You looked away and winced as you felt a prolonged sting. She released the tourniquet and you felt blood rushing back to your arm.
After a while, you felt cool liquid flowing into you. You turned back and saw that you have been hooked up to a hanging bag of saline, although you wouldn’t know if it was anything more than that. Nurse Rita secured the cannula in place with a transparent film dressing. She then took a strip of gauze dressing, ran it around your wrist and secured your arm on the arm board. As she was clearing the kidney tray away, you thought you saw a small vial of blood and wondered if she drew your blood.
But you were quickly distracted.
“Can you lift your legs over the stirrups, please,” said Nurse Nancy as you felt her hand on your ankle.
You obliged and both your legs were soon hanging on the stirrups. You felt exposed but it became worse when the lower half of the table was folded away. Nurse Nancy positioned herself between your thighs and slowly lifted your gown.
“We are going to start by shaving you,” she said as she casually strapped your legs to the stirrups. “For your safety,” she said.
You heart beat accelerated as you have never shaved yourself down there. She lathered shaving foam generously over your public area and started shaving you.
All kinds of scenarios were running in your head as you imagined the procedures they had in stall for you. You started trembling from the excitement.
It started with some rough scrapping but as the shaving progressed, the blade glided smoothly over your skin.
She then wiped away any remaining shaving foam with a warm cloth to make sure there was nothing left. It was almost erotic when her gloved fingers ran over the smoothness of your bald pelvis. You felt your juice trickled down your perineum onto your rosebud.
You were hoping Nurse Nancy didn't see it but she was quick to announce, “We have some discharge down here.” You bit your lip in shame.
“We’d better take a closer look.”
She put on a fresh pair of gloves, snapping loudly and shined a light on your private parts. With her two thumbs, she spread your anus this way and that. She then traced the wetness with her finger up your perineum to your slit which she started spreading to inspect.
You shuddered when her gloved fingers rubbed your labia up and down, teasing the wetness that was forming, then in and out , as if feeling for irregularities. She gradually worked her way upwards and started doing circles around your pee hole. You were squirming the whole time and didn't realise you were holding your breath until she finally stopped and you started panting.
“Let's take a urine sample to make sure we don’t have any urinal track infection.”
"We need to get gowned and properly drap you so that you do not catch anything nasty."
As Nurse Nancy left the room, Nurse Rita came back fully gowned in surgical scrubs. She started to drap you carefully.
She covered your legs in sterile draps and leaving only your private parts exposed.
You were giddy with excitement when Nurse Nancy came back to the room. With Nurse Rita’s help, she snapped on a pair of latex gloves. You shuddered as you stared in nervous anticipation.
Nurse Nancy started busying herself at the end of the table as you saw her pushing a cart covered with a sterile cloth.
At the head of the table, Nurse Rita approached you with an oxygen mask.
“Looks like your oxygen level is a bit low and you are having breathing issue,” she said as she cupped the transparent mask on your face and lifted the straps over your head. You felt the cool flow of oxygen on your face and the freshness as it enters your lungs.
Nurse Rita then lifted your other hand and placed it on the extended arm board. Gently, she wrap another strip of gauze dressing over your wrist and secured it onto the arm board. You were now in a crucifix position and wondered why it was necessary to strap you down, especially since they wanted a urine sample.
“This might feel a bit cold,” you heard Nurse Nancy said.
Before you could understand what was going on, you felt a chill when Nancy started swabbing your vagina with the brown betadine solution. She was thorough and cleaned the entire groin region, down to your anus.
She put on a fresh pair of latex gloves and tore open a plastic package. You lifted your head to see pass the oxygen mask and you saw the nurse removing a tubing from its wrapper. You realised that she was going to insert a catheter to obtain your urine sample. You recoiled in apprehension and instinctively tried to close your thighs together.
The nurse ignored your reactions and started to lubricate the tip of the catheter. Then with the tip of her finger, she coated the entrance if your pee hole with a dollop of lubricant. You couldn’t stop yourself from squirming from the poking at the entrance of your urethra.
“Looks like we need to secure you better before you hurt yourself,” said the nurse.
Nurse Nancy proceeded to attach cuffs to your thighs and secured them to the stirrup support. At the same time, Nurse Rita lifted a thick strap from the side of the table and secured it tightly over your abdomen. When they were done, your lower body was bound to the table and immobilised.
“Let’s proceed to take the urine sample now,” said Nurse Nancy as you felt the tip of the catheter at your pee hole. You shut your eyes as you felt the tube slowly moved up your urethra. It felt cool and wet at first. But as it went deeper, it was no longer as lubricated and it started to burn a little. It stung when it finally reached your bladder and with one firm push, it penetrated into your bladder. Suddenly, you felt a need to pee as your bladder swelled. You looked down and you saw Nurse Nancy injecting saline into the foley catheter. You imagined that the balloon was inflating in you and sure enough, she gave it a slight tug when she was done and the catheter was lodged inside you. She took up a urine container and release the valve of the catheter. Without control, you felt your urine started to flow involuntarily into the container. At midstream, she started to guide your flowing urine into a smaller container. When she had collected enough she closed the valve and handed the sample to Nurse Rita.
“We will run a quick test of the samples,” said Nurse Rita as she took the urine sample.
On her way out, you saw that she took the tube of blood sample as well. You didn’t think much of it except that this seemed a bit too serious for a medfet outing.
“Oh, you seemed to be leaking quite badly,” said Nurse Nancy.
You thought she was referring to your catheter until she touched your perineum and started smearing your juice over the region making small circles around your anus and your labia. You didn’t realised how wet you were and her touch was driving you mad.
“Hmmm...we need to look a little deeper,” she said as she glided two fingers deep into your tunnel, eliciting a soft moan which you tried to suppress.
“Let’s do a quick ultrasound to see what we have,” she said as she moved her fingers in and out of you. “Looks like we won’t need additional lubricant.”
She pulled the ultrasound station closer to you and started putting on a condom over the transvaginal probe. You were trembling with anticipation. When she glided it into you, she made sure the probe rubbed all your sensitive spots. You tilted your head back and had to fight another moan rising up your throat.
She pressed the probe deep into you and manipulating close to your cervix. You could hear the echoey underwater sound from the ultrasound and the clicking of the buttons as she took pictures and measurements. The gentle manipulations deep inside you was turning you on. You started pumping your hips unconsciously, which she noticed.
“I see you need me to go deeper.” She tightened the strap on your abdomen and placed her hand on your lower abdomen, squishing your womb and touching your ovaries. It was driving you mad.
“Your womb and ovaries look healthy,” she said as she withdrew the probe and push the cart away.
Nurse Rita returned to the room holding a folder.
“Blood works and urine are all clear!” She announced and went over to help Nurse Nancy.
“Ultrasound is all good too,” said Nurse Nancy. Then the two mumbled something which you couldn’t hear and they nodded to each other.
You were getting real excited from the suspense and anticipation of what was going to happen next.
Nurse Nancy put on a new set of latex gloves and made quite a show about it, snapping them loudly. Then unannounced, she touched your entrance and said, “you are leaking real bad. I should do a more in depth inspection.”
She started fingering you deep inside. This time, there was no suppressing as you started moaning like a cat in heat. You wanted to touch yourself so bad you started struggling against the gauze strips tying you to the arm boards.
Nurse Rita came over to the head of the table. She cupped your face as she bent over close to you and shushed you, “shhh.... don’t fight it, we will take care of you... oh, look, your hand is falling off. Let me secure you properly.”
She reached below the arm board and brought up a tight black strap which she quickly used to secure your wrist, tightly this time. Then she did the same with your other hand. When she was done the only thing you could move was your head.
“I am going to check your rear plumbing,” said Nurse Nancy and without waiting, she was at your rear entrance.
It was already wet and slippery from your “leakage” and she easily slipped one finger into you. She rotated her finger this way and that. Then she inserted a second finger and started working them deep.
You recoiled at the first and second intrusions. There was some tension and discomfort, like the stretch of a constipated stool. But once she started working you, you were overwhelmed by the feeling deep inside.
Right at the end of your rectum, she curled her fingers up and rubbed your lower womb through the rectum walls and started massaging it firmly.
It was as if someone found a backdoor to your pleasure centre and knocked at the right spot. You have never experienced this before and it was sending wave after wave of pleasure up your spine and exploding in fireworks in your head. You were groaning like an animal and thrashing against the restraints at this point.
“Your pulse is racing!” Nurse Rita said with a bit of concern.
Indeed, you could hear the intense beeping of the heart monitor. You saw on the monitor that it was going at 120!
Unannounced, while keeping her fingers in your rectum, Nurse Nancy slipped her thumb into your vagina. You froze as she pinched her fingers and ran along the thin membrane separating the two. She gradually slipped them deeper into you until the thumb was at the entrance of your cervix as the fingers pressed against it from the bottom.
The double assault was driving you absolutely mad. It caused your reproductive organs to go into overdrive. Your body arched and writhed involuntarily against the restraints. You were hyperventilating as sweat beaded all over your body making you glimmer under the harsh surgical lights.
Nurse Rita was playing the good nurse as she dabbed your forehead and face with a gauze to dry your sweat as she comforted you to say, “Everything will be all right. Just let go.”
But Nurse Nancy was unrelenting and increased her administrations, harder and faster and deeper. You were jerking uncontrollably at this stage like you were going to explode anytime.
“Patient's heart rate is rising. 132. She might go into an arrest,” you heard Nurse Rita saying.
“Hold her down. We are almost there!” instructed Nurse Nancy.
Nurse Rita held the bottom of your chin with both hands and lifted it towards herself. Your head was nestled in the softness between her tummy and her breasts.
With your mouth tightly shut, your grunts came through your nose as you exhaled. When you looked up, your saw Nurse Rita’s eyes staring intently at you. Behind the mask, you could tell she had a predatory smile. But it only added to your sense of vulnerability and this turned you on further. You struggled only to remind yourself that you are so helpless and at the mercy of the two nurses.
This excitement drove your heartbeat even higher.
“Nurse Nancy, patient’s heart rate is becoming irregular. Should we stop?”
Nurse Nancy stopped her administrations to observe the situation, to your great frustration. You couldn’t help yourself but to pump your hips in the air to get yourself whatever touch your could get.
“I think we need to press on. Our patient needs release,” Nurse Nancy said. “Let me fill up her tank a little so that she can let go.”
You were wondering what she meant but you couldn’t lift up your head as Nurse Rita held you down. Then you started to feel a strange sensation in your bladder, it was getting full quickly. Before long, you felt an urgent need to go! You couldn’t quite process it but your instinct to hold it quickly kicked in. But it was getting fuller by the minute and the urgency increased in intensity. You really needed to go or your bladder will explode.
“Pfff...pff... mmmfff nnnfff...” you tried to plead but this was all your managed through your clenched mouth, with a good spray of spittle onto the transparent mask.
You struggled and fought against the restraints involuntarily, as your body started to tremble. Then after what felt like an eternity, your felt your urine being drained from you. It was a wonderful relief and you remembered now that you have been cathetherised.
But it was short-lived, as you felt yourself being filled with liquid again! She introduced even more this time and you could feel your tummy bulging out from an enlarged bladder. Again, after a good struggle, Nancy let you go. She repeated this a few more times with shorter intervals and you were getting used to the sensation enough that your started to feel aroused, especially when she started caressing your enlarged tummy, telling you how smooth and round your were.
Noting your arousal, she slipped her fingers back into your holes, eliciting a long moan from you. You were unable to think anymore as she pumped you harder and harder. You needed to go and your mind snapped when the extreme pressure in your bladder was released.
At this point, you were tipped over the edge and your eyes rolled all the way back. You went into a seizure, hit by waves after waves of orgasms as Nurse Rita’s strong grip and the restraints held you firmly in place. Amidst the squeaking of the table and your animalistic groans, you heard a splash of liquid against the linoleum floor. You knew it was your cum, and not your pee.
Your brain blanked out as it was consumed in pleasure. You were unaware of your surroundings for a while. When you finally came back down to earth, you were panting heavily into the oxygen mask.
“Good....Good... You are perfect,” cooed Nurse Rita as you gradually calmed down.
“Let me give you a little something to help you rest.”
You were too tired to protest. From the corner of your eye, you saw her injecting something into the cannula.
You felt the warmth flowing up your vein which quickly spread over your chest and down the rest of the body. Then your world started to spin and you felt drowsy.
Nurse Rita then removed your oxygen mask and placed a donut head rest under your head. Your eyes were losing focus when you saw the rubber mask descending onto your face. Nurse Rita held it tight and she came back into sight staring straight into your eyes. You winced at the sweet pungent smell in the mask as she forced the gas down your throat as you tried to shake the mask off.
But you were slow and sluggish and Nurse Rita was able to follow you as you shook your head left and right until you were too weak to move. She held you steady, her face inches from yours and she whispered into your ears, “Go to sleep, Sweetie. Your womb is primed for impregnation and the Doctor will be coming shortly with the specimen. You will be perfect.”
You couldn’t comprehend what was happening and your world was spinning out of control. You
tried to understand what she was saying and if this was part of the medfet story line but you
could no longer concentrate. Your last thought was the unconscious “patient" before you and
that you would be joining her whatever they did to her. An image floated in your mind of her being implanted with an embryo.
You came one last time and your eyes
rolled backwards as you were sucked into oblivion.
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