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Volunteer patient and test subject in accordance with the Medical Experience Student Grant Program (allowing aspiring medical students a fully paid scholarship and hands on experience through compulsory attendance as a patient at Gracery Hospital, at orders of any doctor or researcher)
Specialised Fields: General, gynaecology, hypnotherapy, behavioural conditioning, transgender research (sexual health and responses)
Noted ‘Kinks’: Restraints, intoxication, training and hypnotism, degrading language, praising language, objectification, gloves (concerning?), and use of various gynaecological equipment
Duke can be enlisted as a subject in any experiment or demonstration desired, or hired on to deal with any minor medical problems and incoming patients to assist other doctors workload.
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OOC INTRO
hi!! long time medkink fan but newly revamped side blog! I used to be ambroseaphrodisiac, but the account got a little out of my hands and very stressful, so I downsized to a specialised medkink blog!
you may call me r, i use he/him , i am also actually 18!!
the patient is currently open for any manner of experiments or tests or training!! i encourage anyone to come into my inbox, i legally can’t say no to anything you ask!!
the contracts are very detailed and i did not read them well
im open to anyone and i mean anyone!! my schedule is so empty. it’s so quiet in this hospital please give me something to do.
The doctor carefully picks up a sterile glove, unfolding it with precision. He slides his left hand into the glove, the smooth, shiny surface of the latex gliding easily over his skin.
He wriggles his fingers as they sink into the glove, snug and tight. Each finger conforms perfectly, the material stretching slightly to fit, accentuating his fleshy palm and fingers.
He rubs his fingertips together, feeling the smoothness and ensuring the glove sits firmly, without any folds or discomfort.
He repeats the process with the right hand, the glove sliding over his skin like silk, the tight fit making his fingers look sleek and polished.
Once fully gloved, the doctor smooths his hands, the latex now perfectly molded to his fingers and palms, full and taut. The gloves glisten under the surgical lights.
He sits down on the stool, between your legs, spread wide by the stirrups. He picks up the tube of lubricant and squirts a dollop onto his index and middle fingers. With his thumb, he rubs the lubricant over his fingers, coating them generously.
He turns his attention to you. He rests his other hand on your inner thigh. It feels smooth and cool, sending tingles up your spine.
Oh doctor, it's sort of embarrassing but this is my first procedure where I'll be put under... I know your schedule is probably full, but would you take extra time to explain everything when the time comes? I promise I'll try not to get too anxious, I'm just very curious about the equipment and things. I'll be good, really I will.
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There’s no need to be embarrassed, everyone’s first time going under unique. Some people are scared, some are just curious about what each piece of equipment or drug does and how they all come together to result in the amazing medical marvel that is anesthesia. I can spare some time to explain everything as I go, just slide on over to the OR table and we can get started, now lie back. Good job.
First things first, I need to attach all the patient monitors. These are very important to keep you safe and alert me and my team if anything goes awry. Let me just roll down your gown to hook up the EKG, just a handful of sticky electrodes on your chest. Then connect the wires to each one. Next the blood pressure cuff and pulse oximiter, those are easy. Last touch is a temperature probe that just sticks to your forehead.
Many of my colleagues prefer a Propofol induction nowadays, and there’s certainly nothing wrong with that approach. However, I prefer the somewhat more old school method of a Sevoflurane/Nitrous oxide induction. For the depth of surgeries I am doing most days the gas suffices with less risk, and it is such a wonderful smell, a little sweet, as you’ll find out shortly. You might have heard of Nitrous as ‘laughing gas’ at the dentist, it doesn’t really make you laugh but feels quite nice, hence the name. You will still be receiving some intravenous medications though so now we will have to place an IV, just a quick poke. All done, that wasn’t too bad, was it? To avoid excess movement causing any issues I’ll just secure this arm to the arm board with a couple of straps.
Now onto the fun stuff! Here is the mask, there’s different styles and sizes but this is a pretty basic clear blue plastic mask. It’s connected to these two thicker hoses, one for Sevoflurane, which is a fast acting anesthetic, and the other for Nitrous Oxide which helps you stay asleep while requiring less Sevo. Nitrous is also an analgesic meaning it numbs pain. Then there’s the third skinny tube, that one provides all the oxygen you need. You might be surprised to hear this but the air we breathe is only 21% oxygen, so there’s plenty of room for added gas. I’ll be giving you much more, closer to 30% oxygen so there’s really no need to worry.
Are you ready to go off the dreamland? Next thing you know you’ll wake up back in your patient room like nothing happened. The mask comes down on your face, just like that. Then I’ll tilt your head back to open up your airway. Right now you’re just breathing air but I’m going to start adjusting the dials on my machine to administer the medicine. I’ll titrate up slowly since you’re so interested in how it all works, this way you can take it all in and savor the new experience. Although if you start fighting me I won’t hesitate to knock you out quickly, but I don’t think you will. Your eyes are already looking glassy… Hey, can you hear me? There we go look at me, it’s hard to focus isn’t it? Oh, is that a smile I see under the mask! It’s quite the enjoyable sensation, isn’t it?
Hey, hey, I know you’re trying to look around but keep your head centered for me, don’t make me apply too much force to hold you in place. There we go. Alright you’ve had a couple minutes of fun, I’m going to up the gas again and you’re going to take a really good nap, okay? It’s cute that you’re trying to fight the gas and stay awake, but it’s not going to happen. Your eyes keep fluttering, just let them close. Shh you’re okay, focus on my thumb rubbing your cheek and relax… There we go.
I’m going to give you a couple deep breaths to help you out… Alright, no lash reflex, I’ll get an airway in then we are ready to go. Nurse, can you please start draping and prepping the patient?
the patient misses the feeling of gloved hands holding his face. it’s getting pretty lonely doing this uninterrupted baseline examination… 20 hours of the 48 left to go.
hi doctor! i just wanted to let you know that since my last visit my T journey has been going really well! my bottom growth is at almost an inch now and my voice is definitely more scratchy!!
on other health related notes!! i got my tilt table test and they said i was the fastest positive of the day. (a whopping three minutes of standing before i zonked out).
while they were giving me my iv they forgot to cap it correctly so i just bled on the floor which wasnt fun but it was fine!
id like to schedule a follow up for sensitivity testing and maybe tdick pumping/enlargement if that’s something you do? im just curious about my new changes to my body!!
I’m happy to hear you’re doing so well on your hormones! You are due for another developmental inspection, you should be coming in at least monthly so we can adequately monitor your growth and changes. Almost an inch, wow! You must be a proud young man. I can give you a precise measurement when you come in. Your regular developmental inspection involves some sensitivity testing already to ensure your tdick functions as it should, are you having concerns about under or over sensitivity?
While it is not something I do commonly I can help you pump your little dick if you are trying to encourage faster growth. It is much safer to do under medical supervision as opposed to doing so at home and risking injury. Curious as you should be! Such an exciting time of life for you, I always love watching my patients grow and develop into the young men they ought to be. I’m happy to help on your journey in any ways I can.
As for your tilt table test, I’m glad to hear they were able to identify the problem and hopefully they are able to offer you some useful treatment options. Three minutes is definitely a fast definitive positive test! That is unfortunate about your IV, sadly accidents such as that happen, thankfully your body could loose a lot more blood before it becomes an issue so I’m sure those few drops won’t be missed.
The nurse that the front should be able to get you scheduled for your next developmental inspection and sensitivity testing, we can also preform your first pumping during that visit, I’ll ask the nurse to make a note in your chart. At your next visit we can discuss the frequency of pumping needed to reach your goals and come up with a treatment plan.
I look forward to seeing your new growth, young man!
the patient is, reportedly, going to be tested a clitoral and labial pump . they say it’s to mimic my potential bottom growth and encourage sensitivity in the area.
one of the nurses said they basically jerk me off for an hour fortnightly until I have “substantial growth” . I don’t think she was supposed to tell me that but I’m. a little excited…..
I did not have a med kink before I found this account. I think that might be changing..
well you’re free to keep visiting until you’re sure!! just keep coming back over and over :-). i know plenty of people love all of the medical nasty stuff, including me. im sure you’ll love it too :-D
clicker training with hypno gets me feral, there's so much you can do with it
like being conditioned to get just a little sleepier with every click, a little slower, a little dumber. Drifting into puppy space like normal, but just a little deeper. Always knowing the click, click, click is a reward but not understanding why it feels so much better than it used to
it feels better because a puppy's natural place is dumb and docile for their partners. No thoughts. only the soft click, click, clicks and their soft words of affirmation making you feel so good.
“I’d like to thank you again for your participation. Are you ready to begin?” The patient on the table is quick to nod and mutter something to the affirmative despite not being able to meet the Doctor’s eyes. “Great! It looks like you’ve already completed all the necessary paperwork, as you know this is a study on hypnotic suggestibility with the introduction of anesthetic. I’m Doctor Larch, the lead researcher on your case. This is my colleague, Doctor Lamb, the anesthetist who will be managing your induction and hopefully, your hypnotic drop.” The patient sitting on the edge of the bed finally meets both sets of eyes briefly. “I’ll have you follow us back to the OR and I’ll explain everything as we go!” Dr. Lamb slaps on a reassuring smile and motions for the patient already in nothing but a gown and socks to rise.
2,000 words, anesthesia/medfet story, volunteer test subject, experimentation kink, hypnosis. This one does get sexual, as usual: ADULT CONTENT PROCEED WITH CAUTION
“Alright I’ll have you hop up on the table.” Dr. Lamb asks with a bright bedside manor. “Good pet.” Two sets of gloved hands swarm the patient. Untying their gown, sticking monitors everywhere from their head to their chest and torso, down their limbs. The patient is pushed to lie back on the operating table, arms spread wide in a position that would look reverent, almost christlike from the above. Despite the lack of dissociative gasses the rush of adrenaline and confusion left the patient staring up at the dimmed OR light in a daze. They are snapped back into reality by Dr. Larch’s approach, holding a clipboard he has the patient answer a handful of baseline questions before their attention is swapped to the anesthetist standing over their head.
“We will be using an aesthetic gas but the intention is not to put you fully under, instead to identify what concentration gives you the highest hypnotic suggestibility." the patient nods, still looking slightly confused but willing. “I’ll be asking you some questions while Dr. Lamb controls your sedation. You’re encouraged to nod and shake your head or hold up your fingers to indicate a response if that is easier as the sedation is increased.” the researcher explains. The patient is startled when their head is tilted back and they see the mask descending, becoming aware of the beeping of some monitor when the tempo picks up to indicate their brief hesitation. “0.5% concentration" the anesthetist announces for the researcher to take note. The panic quickly subsiding to a feeling of calm. The patient is wrapped up in their thoughts wondering how to best put the sensation of the gas into words. “You should begin to feel relaxed, perhaps a little sleepy or dazed.” The patient nods slowly in agreement.
The room isn’t spinning yet, but their focus on the light above them wavers as the shapes become less defined. They answer some brief questions without much thought, voice muffled through the mask. The anesthetist, still firmly holding the mask to their face, brushes a thumb over the patient’s cheek to bring back their focus. “I’m going to up the gas now, okay? Be good and answer Dr. Larch’s questions for me.” The patient nods, finding something reassuring in his voice. “1.5% concentration” Dr. Lamb informs Dr. Larch while beginning to squeeze a rebreather bag ensuring the patient is quickly saturated. Doctor Larch steps closer, peering down at his subject who appears to be feeling the effects. The patient can’t tell nor cares how long they’ve been left to breathe the gas undisturbed, they were lost in the floaty ether between sleep and waking. The researcher however, was watching the clock. Once his patient had been breathing a steady stream of the gas for ten minutes he was ready for the next step.
The patient is startled from their thoughts by the mechanical whirl of the table humming loudly in their ears as the head of the table rises, not far enough to be called sitting but enough to have a better view of the room around them. When they lull their head side to side taking in the room they notice the lack of the gloved hands once holding the mask to their face, straining their eyes they can see the black elastic straps securing the mask to their face, feeling trapped by the rubber. Before they can panic the patient’s attention is directed to the researcher at the foot of the bed.
“Hey. Look at me, eyes up here.” Snapping his fingers while speaking to gain their focus. “I know it’s hard but keep your eyes on me.” The patient nods in response, eyelids drooping but keeping their focus on the researcher before them. “Good job! I’m going to ask you some questions again. Would you say you feel tired?” The patient nods. “Good, that’s to be expected. Can you rate the tiredness on a scale from one to ten?” Remembering the bit of advice from earlier the patient holds up five fingers to indicate their response, in the process they realize their wrist is stuck in place. Looking down at their arm secured to the armboard with a strap of velcro they feel the panic building again. The anesthetist reaches up to guide their head back to center, stroking a comforting hand through their hair, trying not to disturb the mess of wires coming off their head. “You’re okay, just focus on the Doctor” He squeezes another couple breaths into the patient until they hear the heart rate monitor settle to its even 68 bpm. The patient’s eyes had closed again, they had entered the perfect zone between awake and asleep. Where one’s mind is much more malleable.
“Hey, can you come back to me?” The researcher was closer when the patient sleepily opened their eyes, yet they felt further away, as if they were floating somewhere far away, detached from their body. “Hey…Anybody home?” Dr. Larch was tapping the patient’s cheek now causing them to strain to focus. “I’ll let you rest here shortly, but first we have some work to do, is that okay?” The patient sleepily nods without thought as if their affirmative response was second nature. “Good, can you see this light? I’m just going to have you follow the light with your eyes, try not to move your head.” The patient focuses so hard on the task at hand that they don’t seem to notice the anaesthetist's hands holding their head firmly in place. Dr. Larch continued the slow rhythmic back and forth motion of the light, this went on for some time. “Good job, just keep following the light. You should be feeling calm…peaceful…safe…Like you’re around people you can trust.” The patient nods their head again, still cradled between Dr. Lamb’s hands. “You can trust us, can’t you?” Another nod. “Good! Such an obedient subject you are! You are such a good listener, it feels good to keep doing as I say, doesn’t it?...Are your eyes getting tired? Yeah? That’s okay we are almost done here. I’ll let you close your eyes here soon but you are not going to fall asleep yet, okay?” Another mindless nod comes from the dazed patient whose eyes were barely open as is but still following the swinging light back and forth, and back and forth. “Alright you can close your eyes in three...two...one...let your eyes close. Good, but remember: you’re not going to fall asleep yet. Let’s try something new. Focus on your body, and focus on my voice, what do you feel?” This was a rhetorical question, of course. The patient was in no state to form words beyond a moan or a sigh.
“You’re feeling warm, a warmth in your chest. Isn’t that right?” Like clockwork the patient before them nods when asked a question. Now that they are told what to feel they do feel a warmth in their chest despite the chill in the operating room; and an emptiness in their head. “Perhaps now you’re feeling the warmth spreading. Like warm water running over you. Warm water follows gravity, dripping downwards…drip…drop…drip…drop” Another nod. “The nice warm feeling settles in your core. All the energy you were once devoting to your precious brain is now flowing downwards. It’s okay, I’ll give you your brain back eventually. But we are not done yet. Drop.” The researcher pauses for a moment, letting the patient sit with the newfound feeling and motions for the anesthetist to up the gas again, the anesthetist confirms quietly “2% concentration.” The patient, entranced, hearing only Dr. Larch’s voice takes no notice of the increase in gas or the announcement of such. “Doesn’t this feel so nice? So warm and relaxing. Don’t you want to drop deeper into the good feeling?” Another nod.
The researcher looks over to a monitor, connected to one of the many sensors adorning the patient’s body, this one is tracking the patient’s arousal through blood flow. This subject is reacting well, as the metaphorical warm water drips lower their arousal grows higher. “The warmth has reached between your legs, hasn’t it? That’s okay, that’s good. The warm water is just following gravity. But the warmth doesn’t drip further. No, It all culminates right there between your legs, radiating deeper inside of you. Growing stronger, hotter, until it’s all you can think about. Do you feel it?” The patient nods as a moan escapes from beneath the mask. A reaction they’d almost certainly be ashamed of if they still possessed ownership of their own brain. “The warmth keeps growing, becoming a ball of white hot energy. It’s almost overwhelming, isn’t it?” The patient doesn’t even have to nod. The groans and whines they release tell the doctors exactly what they need to know. Yet the patient nods anyway, because the Doctor told them they were good and obedient, and responding when prompted is what good obedient patients do. So they obey.
Both doctors are quiet again, letting the patient have a moment of respite. To be present in their own body, where they can feel and think of nothing more than the white hot burning between their legs. Their desperate whines increase in intensity, they are begging for something they cannot put into words. Their hips no longer burdened by the hospital gown are moving on their own. Only not really on their own, but at the suggestion of the researcher and with the aid of the gas. The researcher waits quietly, patiently, until the subject before them is a whimpering mess unable to hold still if they tried. Their body knows what it needs, even if their brain is absent. Eventually Dr. Larch speaks up again, the patient stills their hips, clinging to his voice as if it was the oxygen they were breathing. “All that heat needs somewhere to go, doesn’t it?” A desperate, fervent nod accompanied by a moan. “An escape, a release. You know how to release that energy.” That was purposely left a statement, not a question. Yet the patient nods with intensity. “The pressure is just building and building, with nothing you can do to stop the intensity…except releasing it.” The patient releases a guttural groan, as if begging for the release they so desperately need in the only way they can. Dr. Larch can’t help but chuckle at the response, “Okay, okay. You’ve done so well, I think it’s about time I let you release, aren't you ready to let go? It will feel soo good, let all that warmth rush over you, through you.” The patient is panting now, which only fills their body with the hypnotic gas faster as they let out another desperate plea that was nothing more than a groan. “Alright, I think you’re ready, let go for me in three…two…one.” The patient withers and moans, arching their back off the operating table as a stifled scream is formed behind the mask. A searing hot orgasm ripping through their half-anestatized body. Both doctors exchange a look of shock and amusement as the patient rides through the last of the aftershocks. This was their most successful test yet!
Once the patient’s body had stopped twitching and their head had lulled to the side Dr. Lamb reclined the table, holding one dazed eye open at a time to check for pupillary responses. Dr. Larch returns to the head of the bed to run a gloved hand through his patient’s hair, “You did so well for me. Dr. Lamb is going to put you to sleep now, think happy thoughts.” Dr. Larch stayed there rubbing comforting circles on his patient’s temple while his colleague adjusted the anesthesia machine, “Titrating up to 8%, they should be out for transport any minute.” Dr. Larch wasn’t really listening. This time he was the one enamored, unable to take his eyes off his perfectly suggestible patient. “You were perfect, absolutely perfect.” He whispers as they drift off.
getting fed pills and having to be held down for injections while crying and refusing but eventually calming down because I can’t hold my own against that concerned look and those gloved hands caressing my cheek and patting down my hair and telling me “i’m sorry, i know, but you need this”
ooc / vent I guess? , i really wish my medical kink didn’t extend from such a serious fear so i could get more involved in it. sometimes ill be in the mood only for a post to trigger a fear so bad i get nauseous or have to close the tab. i wish i could use my kink to sort of assuage myself of other similar fears like my fear of psychiatric care . maybe if i keep pushing myself slowly ill get over it. but it sucks that something that can bring me such pleasure can also just as easily send me spiralling for days
