Medical

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[nurseautumn]

Yeah so…. We’re gonna need more than this. Do you need some assistance?

[nurseautumn]

Scalpel, please… this patient has no idea what he’s signed up for 🔪🔥

[mabduct]

The Medfet Clinic 2 - The "Abortion"

Will you get the abortion you wanted or will the abortion be aborted?

You returned to the Medfet Clinic two months later after you missed your second period. Suspecting that you were pregnant, you didn't know who to go to. With the low birth rates, the State had banned abortion, and even pregnancy self-test kits. Abortion had become a crime for both the doctors and the patients. While this drove many abortions underground, pregnant ladies also started disappearing...

You had no choice either way as you were determined not to carry on with the pregnancy. Out of desperation, you decided to give the Medfet Clinic a try. Perhaps they would be sympathetic enough and have the necessary equipment and facilities to do it. 

At the reception, the nurse ran the same admission procedure as the last time. When you gave strong hints that you suspected that you were pregnant and would like to undergo an abortion, the nurse merely smiled back and said jokingly, “Oh! Naughty little girl! But you are not the first to request for such a procedure.”

You didn't know if she took you seriously. You changed into a hospital gown and despite youself, you couldn't help feeling excited. You chided yourself for the wrong thoughts as you reminded yourself that you were here for an abortion! Then the thought of being put under and having medical equipment being inserted into your tunnel caused your knees to weaken. 

At the waiting area, a nurse came to check on you. “Patient S34?” You recalled that that was the same identification you were given at your last visit. They were keeping track of their "patients". As you nodded in acknowledgement, she started securing an ID tag to your wrist. You became Patient S34 again.

“I understand that you might be pregnant,” she said professionally. “We will need to run some tests before we proceed. My name is Amy. Please come with me.”

You couldn't tell if Nurse Amy was role playing or for real. The lines have blurred this time round. You followed her into a small examination room where your height, weight and blood pressure were taken. Then she gave you a small container and you duly went to the toilet to collect a urine sample. She asked about your last period and your sexual activities. She then said she needed to take a blood sample. 

She tied a tourniquet around your bicep and rubbed alcohol on the back of your hand. Then she asked you to look away and to take a deep breath. You did as you were told and you felt a prick and the cannula was in. You saw that she was actually setting up an IV into your hand and used it to collect some blood samples. Things were moving fast! 

Once done, she guided you into a deeper section of the room where there was an examination table and small cabinets.

“Can you hop on the bed for me please?” she said as she took some supplies from the cabinet. When she returned, she had a plastic apron across the front of her scrubs. Then she drew the privacy curtain around the examination table. 

“I am gonna give you an enema,” she said, as she tore open the sterile pack of tubing and valve.

“But I already had one this morning as instructed,” you said, trying to avoid another one.

“Oh excellent, this one is just in case there if still anything left. Otherwise, it can get messy during the procedure,” she said as she put on a pair of gloves. You wondered what the procedure was going to be that could make you soil yourself but you were finding it hard to argue at this stage. 

“Can you lie on your side and lift your right knee towards your chest, please,” she said as she guided your leg up. As the back of the gown was open, you could immediately feel the cool air on your buttocks. Then you heard the squirting of lubricant and then her hand on your naked buttocks, coating it generously. 

“I want you to push down,” she said as you felt a finger on your anus. “Yes, push.” And you yelped when the finger penetrated you. She made sure to spread the lubricant around your sphincter and in your rectum.

Then she proceeded to lubricate the enema nozzle and she gently inserted it into your anus. You felt the pressure building until the first bulb went past and your sphincter closed around the tube. She started to inflate the balloon and you felt a tight seal inside and outside your anus. She gave it a good tug to ensure that everything was in place. She then gradually raised the enema bag and hung it on the top of the IV pole. 

“I am going to release the valve now and you will feel the flow. Let me know if it is uncomfortable.”

And with that, you felt the liquid entering. It was warm and your colon started gurgling like diarrhea was coming and your abdomen started to bulge. It felt like your tummy was a balloon being filled with water under a gushing tap.

“You are doing very well. Just relax,” she said.

You tried to relax as much as you could but the urge to go was increasing. You were fidgeting and squirming on the table as it was getting uncomfortable. Just when you thought you could take it no more, she shut the valve with the bag almost empty. 

“You did great!” she said as she tapped your buttocks. Now, I would like you to hold it in for ten minutes. In the meantime, I need to massage your tummy to make sure that your intestines are well irrigated and cleansed.”

She positioned you on back and lifted your gown. You could see your swollen abdomen and couldn't help but wondered how sexy you would look later in your pregnancy.

She started to gently massage your tummy with a bit of massage oil. Her gloved hands glided across your tummy in a sensous manner and you felt the liquid in your abdomen moving up and down your intestines. Despite the urge to go to the toilet, you started to feel aroused with the hands moving seductively over your shiny tummy. 

But very soon, the urge to go became stronger. Your mind was now fully focussed on holding the liquid in. Sensing your discomfort, the nurse started to move her massaging lower, hovering around your pubic area. Ever so often, as you squirmed, she would move her hand down and slip it between your thighs. You gasped when she hit a sensitive spot. Her slippery gloved hand coated with massage oil was able to squeeze into the narrow gap between your thighs and private parts. Your attempt and inability to grip her hand between your thighs only made it feel more intrusive and sensuous. Gradually, she became more intentional as she pressed two fingers against your entrance and gave it a good massage. 

You were now giddy with the desperation to go to the toilet and the distracting stimulation was driving you nuts. The pressure on both fronts built up quickly and was spiralling out of control. 

“I need to go,” you blurted out in between your grunts.

“Let me give you a bed pan just in case.” She lifted your bottoms slightly and slipped a bed pan under you. 

“No, I really need to go,” you pleaded.  

“Hhmmmph,” you bit your lips as another wave of stomach cramps washed over you. You were now squirming and trembling uncontrollably. The bedpan made it difficult for you to sit up. It was a question of time before you exploded but you really didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of the nurse. 

Seeing your desperation, she became even more relentless with her fingering. She penetrated deep into you under your things and started curling and scissoring her two fingers inside your slick tunnel. You could feel her finger rubbing the bulb of the enema nozzle over the thin membrane between your two tunnels. At the same time, she started tugging the enema nozzle shifting it in and out of your rectum. Losing yourself, a first spray of the enema escaped from your anus. 

“Oh, you are doing so well. You can just let go. I've got your covered,” she said as she worked both her hands even harder. You could hear the squelching as her fingers moved in and out and being penetrated on both fronts was driving you close to the edge.

"I am going to remove the nozzle now," she said as she released the air in the two bulbs. You were clenching them even more tightly now as you were afraid to soil yourself. But she continued with her relentless pumping as she pulled the nozzle from your anus.

It was too much for you as you arched your back and clamped your buttocks to hold the liquid in. Then you just couldn't take it any more, you tried to release the pressure on your sphincter to let a bit of liquid out but once you let go, you just lost all control and exploded. At the same time, you tipped over the edge and reached a violent climax. 

You jerked uncontrollably as liquid gushed out of both your holes. Your body was trembling violently as you were cramping all over. The sensation was so overwhelming your eyes rolled to the back of your head as wave after wave of spasms coursed through your body.

You were groaning and moaning uncontrollably as you thrashed on the narrow examination table. And when you finally calmed down, you were totally exhausted and drifted off.

“Wakey wake, Patient S34, the operating room is ready for you,” you heard Nurse Amy as she patted your shoulder. You were feeling giddy and hard to concentrate. You realised you were already on a gurney and she was wheeling you out of the room.

As you were just at the corridor outside the treatment room, they wheeled a patient out. The same familiar sight of a patient post “treatment” - unconscious, hair matted under the hair cap, covered with hospital blanket to the chin, probably naked underneath, with visible black straps securing her to the gurney. You recalled your last visit and your imagination ran wild with what they were going to do to you this time. The fact that you had been prepped for surgery this time only added to your excitement.  

As you entered the room, you saw Nurse Rita was waiting.

“Oh hi Patient S34. Aren't you the leaky one?” 

Despite you feeling a bit groggy, this reminder brought your attention to the trickle of juice flowing down your thighs. You were feeling quite aroused from anticipation. However, you didn't forget the purpose of your visit.

“Erm, yes. I need some serious help this time. I suspect I am pregnant and I, erm, would prefer not to continue to be, if you know what I mean…” you said haltingly, trying to read her reaction.

She smiled assuringly as she read your records and nodded approvingly. Then she said we should do a quick scan and examine your cervix to confirm. You were transferred from the gurney to the operating table. Your legs were spread wide on the stirrups and secured with black straps. You were conscious how wet you were, hoping that she would not notice but you could already see the shimmer on your thighs.

She put on her gloves and mask, and came back between your legs and adjusted the light to shine between your thighs. To your dismay, she said, “oh look how leaky you are!” She glided her gloved fingers up and down your perineum, scooping up your juice and then spread it over your labia. You trembled in excitement as you felt another trickle of your syrupy juice down to your anus.

“Looks like there is no need for additional lubrication,” she said as she inserted two fingers into your vagina and ran them around your vagina wall before going deep to feel your cervix. In the process, she made sure to have her thumb linger on your erect clitoris. 

“Hhmm… your cervix is hanging a little low,” she said as she continued to feel around, with deep but gentle thrusts.

It hit a sensitive spot deep within you and through your drugged stupor, elicited a long slurry moan which you instinctively covered with the back of your hand.

“It's ok,” she said as she continued to feel around, “pregnancy can cause some sensitivity.”

With that, she untied the string on the shoulder and pulled down your gown below your breasts.  You could see your nipples erect like bullets. With her other hand, she pinched your nipple and you gasped at how sensitive it was. Then she started rubbing it with her two fingers which sent waves through your body and to your brain.

You were biting into the back of your hand as you tried not to make too much noise as your legs shivered against the stirrups. 

“OK, no lactation yet and your breasts feel normal,” as she palpated your breasts. Then she lifted the gown to cover your breasts again. 

At this point, a fully gowned Nurse Nancy entered the room with an ultrasound machine and brought it close to your feet and started inserting the trans-vaginal transducer into a condom. Looking at how she rolled on the condom was firing your imagination to overdrive.  

She brandished it in the air as she coated it sparingly with surgilube. Then she inserted it slowly into you. You squirmed at the initial touch at the entrance but luxuriated the long steady thrust as it went towards your cervix. A long satisfying moan left your lips as you tilt your head back and closed your eyes as you were consumed with pleasure. 

The echoey sound of the machine filled the room as she manipulated the wand deep inside you. 

“Good. Excellent. It is growing well….” she said as she clicked repeatedly on the machine, taking measurements. 

“We can prepare the patient for the procedure,” she said when she was done.

You should be paying attention but she were too drowsy and your sensitive canal was sending fireworks to your brain which caused your body into uncontrollable spasms whenever you were touched. Your brain was starting to feel really mushy.

You were also distracted by Nurse Nancy who was now at the head of the table. She glided her hand under your gown and started to fix electrodes to your chest and shoulders. Then the room started to beep with your heart beats. She would make it a point to brush your erect nipples as she manipulated the electrodes which drew involuntary gasps from you.

Then without warning, the transducer started to vibrate intensely. Nurse Rita tilted it upwards to make sure the handle rested on your clit. With her other hand, she rubbed your dripping juice down your perineum and spreaded it around your anus. With one firm push, she inserted two gloved fingers into your rectum and began thrusting in and out in long slow motion.

You were thrashing against the legs restraints, unable to control yourself. You tried to muffle your moaning with your hands but whenever she hit a sensitive spot, you would jump and allowed a high pitched groan to escape. 

Seeing your “distress”, Nurse Nancy caressed your cheeks with her gloved hands and told you to relax. Then she lowered your gown and exposed your breasts. With both hands, she started to pinch and tease your nipples. You wanted her to stop but it was such a relief to have her ease your yearning. She was bent over your head with her tummy pressed against the top of your head while her ample bosoms rested on your forehead. With your eyes closed, you could smell the antiseptic in the laundered scrubs. Your world was a spinning mix of the premedication and ultra-sensitive physical stimulation. 

They were both unrelenting and you were now thrusting your hips uncontrollably while both your hands were on Nurse Nancy's gloved hands over your breasts.  Before long, you crossed the threshold and came in uncontrollable spurts. Your legs thrashed against the restraints on the stirrups as your body writhed on the table causing your abdomen to cramp up.

“Good girl…. Very good…” You heard her say in between your orgasmic spasms. 

“Patient S34…. Patient S34, you are with us?” you heard as you slowly came back to earth. You slowly opened your eyes, realising that you had dozed off. “How are you feeling?” asked Nurse Nancy as she wiped the sweat off your face and gave you an oxygen mask.

“Everything seems to be in order,” said Nurse Rita. “You are two months pregnant and the foetus Is growing well.” You knew it all along but the confirmation still caused some consternation. 

“I know it's a bit hard to focus right now, but we need you to make an important decision.”

You squint your eyes to get the world back to focus but it was not helpful. Beyond the fatigue of the intense orgasms, you felt drugged and sluggish. Your body was still hyper sensitive and your brain felt like cotton. You wondered what drug they gave you earlier but it was impossible to focus. You tried your best to listen to what she was saying. 

“We need to you to confirm that you want to proceed with the procedure.”

You tried very hard to focus and remembered why you came to the clinic.

“Yes, I want an abortion,” you said weakly. 

“OK, good. We will need you to sign an authorisation form. In the event of any emergency, we will admit you to The Fertility Institute,” she said as she brought a form on a clipboard. You tried to read but it was pointless. You simply initialled when she held your hand to the dotted line. 

“Very good, Patient S34. We shall proceed with the procedure,” she said and things started to move really fast, especially to your sluggish brain. 

Nurse Nancy wheeled the ultrasound rack out of the room and came back with an anesthesia rack. Two other nurses in full scrubs came in to assist. The sudden change in atmosphere added a clinical edge to the room. You realised that you were indeed going to have an operation and you felt more alert as adrenaline rushed through your system. There was a sudden sense of apprehension and uncertainty.

Nurse Nancy started securing your right hand to the arm rest and hooked you up to a saline drip. As you instinctively lifted your left hand, another nurse caught hold of it and brought it down onto the other arm rest and secured it. You tried to sit up but it was impossible to do so with the restraints and the drug coursing through your veins. 

Another nurse slipped a donut ring under your head and gently but firmly pulled your chin back to rest your head on it. You felt weak and helpless.

“We are going to sedate you for the procedure,” she said as you saw from the corner of your eyes Nurse Nancy placed a tray with several loaded syringes by your hand.

As she started emptying a couple of the syringes into your IV port, warmth spread from the site to the rest of your body and a sudden wave of nausea hit you immediately. You shut your eyes tightly hoping that it would stop but you found yourself floating. You opened your eyes and the world was spinning. 

“Relax… we will take good care of you..” said the nurse holding your head. You could only see her eyes above her mask and they were floating in and out of focus. You felt your strength draining away. Your struggles slowed to just occasional twitches. You laid there helpless, and pliant.  You drifted in and out of consciousness. Everything that happened after felt detached as you had intermittent spells of blanking out.

“You are not unfamiliar with the procedures. We will start by shaving you clean down here,” Nurse Rita said as she ran her gloved fingers around your private parts, then down the perineum and around your anus. You felt the thick and warm lather, then the scraping of the razor… then warm cloth wiping your smooth hairless bottom.

“Next comes the Foley catheter to take care of your liquid waste.” You heard the sound of tearing plastic bags, and squirting of jelly. There was a generous lather of antiseptic aroind your entire groin area. Then you felt fingers on your labia, unsheathing your urethra, and a stinging burning sensation and a sudden urge to go. The pressure continue to mount as you felt your bladder bloating up. And shortly after, you felt it drain. 

“Good. We are almost done. The final prep, the rectal catheter,” she said as she unwrapped another sterile pack with coiled tubes. You felt her coating your anus with lubricant and the catheter tip glided with her finger. Then you felt it inflating until it was firmly lodged while your sphinchter wrapped around the tube.

You wonder why the need for a rectal catheter but you were finding it hard to think with the flurry of sound and activity around you. Moreover, the plugs in your urethra and rectum were distracting enough to make your head swim.

“Patient is fully prepped and we are ready to go,” announced Nurse Rita as she removed her gloves.

You took it that they were going ahead with the abortion. Despite the drug's, you started experiencing mild excitement and the beeping of your heart rate started to pick up speed accordingly. Between the two plugs below which was attracting a lot of your attention, you felt another trickle of your syrupy juice flow from your slit down your anus. 

Then you felt the hand under your chin tightened locking your head against the tummy of the nurse. As you look up, you saw her reaching out for the mask from the anesthesia rack. At the same same, she nodded to Nurse Nancy. Following her gaze, you saw Nurse Nancy picked up the last syringe filled with a white milky drug. The Propofol! She screwed the syringe into the IV port and pressed down the plunger. You could feel the drug flowed up your vein and spread across your chest. 

Just then, the translucent mask came into sight and filled your entire view. It then cupped firmly over your mouth and nose. “Breathe,” you heard the nurse said. The mask hissed as you breathed. The nurse worked some dials and the clean fresh air turned thick and heavy, leaving a chemical sweet after taste at the back of your throat. 

“Yes, good deep breaths. Yes, that's it,” said the nurse as she egged you on.  Her eyes now filled your entire vision. Your world was now spinning wildly as you were hit by waves of drowsiness. Your body jerked instinctively as you felt yourself falling as you transitioned between being awake and asleep. 

“Relax. Just let go,” said the nurse. Your visioned tunnelled. Her eyes became the only thing you saw, sky blue that kept glowing brighter until all was white. “Yes, close your eyes and sleep. Gooooodd…” you heard her saying.

Just as you were drifting off, you heard a voice said, "Proceed to intubate and insertion of nasogastric tube for feeding. Patient is ready for incubation at The Fertility Institute." You realised too late that they were not proceeding with the abortion as you lost consciousness...

[lexymck]

Update: I think its undeniable at this point that I have a medical fetish...

[ilovemedfet]

Operation

I arrived at the Center for Interventive Health in the early afternoon. I had been referred to the medical practice by a previous doctor, who, while seeming frustrated by my tendency not to follow doctor's orders, had insisted I see a specialist to follow up on some lab tests. I was pretty nervous; medical appointments of any kind were, well, not my favorite activity, and I tended to avoid them as much as I could.

Locking my car, I collected my coat and walked to the entrance. A sign near the large, single story building directed patients towards a small frosted-glass door in the center of the structure, so I followed the path towards it. I opened the door and found myself in a small waiting room.

The small room was quiet; a few hard chairs sat in rows near the walls, with little tables with the usual magazines in rows. Across from the doors, a frosted glass partition separated a receptionist and a large white desk from the otherwise deserted room.

I walked over to the glass as the young receptionist looked up, smiling. I found my thinking she had a nice smile; her brown hair and blue eyes contrasted with a bright white blouse, and her small helped put me a little at ease.

John Turner?" the receptionist asked, with a light accent I couldn't quite place.

"That's me," I replied, somewhat surprised that she knew who I was. "I guess I'm expected, then? I have an appointment to follow up on some test?"

"You're our last patient today; we don't like to run late. We just have a few forms for you to fill out, here." The receptionist slid me a clipboard with a huge number of papers. "It's our standard paperwork;" she said. "Your referring doctor gave us your information; you only need to sign on the end."

I made a show of skimming the first few pages, then, as most people probably tended to, skipped to the end and signed. I returned the clipboard, and the receptionist grabbed a nearby file, and stood up.

"Alright, I'll take you right back." She retrieved a short-sleeved white coat and a stethoscope, which she hung around her neck. Opening a door nearby, she invited I past the entryway.

"You'll be seeing Doctor Samantha today. I'm Robin, one of her assistants. I'll get you all prepared for her, get your vitals and so forth." I followed her past the reception desk into a wide hallway area, and Robin led me off in one direction.

"So what's the deal here?" I asked. "My physician insisted I come, but didn't explain much. What test is it that I'm here for?"

"I'll let Doctor Samantha answer your questions," Robin replied as we walked down the hall. "I'll be doing your preliminary exam, and then the Doctor will be seeing you."

"Want to take a short tour?" Robin asked. "There's too much see here at the Center before we get started, but we at least have time to see the highlights." To me, putting my potentially unpleasant exam off a bit sounded like a great idea, and I said so.

"Well, behind us is our dental practice," Robin indicated the direction opposite where they were headed. "We have many different services and specialties available to our patients." We passed a few rooms that were clearly storage, and a sign which read 'General Medicine.

"Up here are our general exam rooms, where we'll put you in a moment." Under the sign was what looked like another small reception area. At a computer desk nearby sat a tall woman, with bright green eyes, dressed in pink scrubs.

The new woman greeted them as they approached. "Hi Robin. Is this him?" Apparently everyone knew their appointments, I thought.

"It is; just giving him the tour before his exam." Robin replied.

"Make sure to show him the operating room, everyone always loves to see it," the new woman replied as we continued on. We went past the desk, and past several side rooms. Some had doors open, and I could see the various trappings of a doctor's office inside; eye charts, exam tables, white gurneys and the like.

"That's Doctor Anna." Robin explained as turned a corner in the hallway "She's a specialist and assists here occasionally. "

"She mentioned an operating room?" I asked.

"Yes; the Center has a fully equipped OR for each department. And here we are; take a look!" We now stood in front of two swinging doors made of metal and glass. I stepped close to the glass. Behind, I could see a large room with an operating table in the center. The table was partially draped with blue sheets or paper, and had both arm-rest sticking out perpendicular to the main body. I could see all sorts of machines all around the table, stands holding bags of liquid, and tubes and wires. Three large light arrays were hanging down from the ceiling above. It certainly looked like a fully equipped operating room to me.

Robin smiled. "Want to take a closer look? We really only need an exam room, but it's not like the OR is in use." She pushed open one of the doors. "It might be more interesting just to do our exam here..."

I shuddered. I was nervous enough being here, and didn't want to go in. "I don't think that's a good idea; I'm a bit of coward and would prefer the less interesting setting."

Robin looked disappointed and let the door swing closed. "Suit yourself; we'll just get you setup in an exam room then." We headed back down the hall, and through a side room, into a normal looking exam room. Robin shut the door behind us.

"You can hang your coat on the door," she indicated as she turned her attention to the file she carried. "Then take off your shirt and sit up on the gurney here."

I took off my coat, and hung it on on a hook. Feeling a little vulnerable, I took off my shirt as well, and hung it over my coat. In the corner of the exam room sat a white padded cot of some kind, which looked like it might be some sort of mobile gurney. It sat high off the ground, with its back in a seated position. I hoisted myself up and sat on the edge as instructed. My feet dangled just above the ground.

Robin opened the file on a nearby counter, and began washing her hands as she read it. Finishing, she pulled on a pair of white latex gloves. From a tray already on the counter, she took a small syringe and a vial, and turned towards me.

"Now, John, before we get started, your file says you've missed some important boosters. Before Doctor Samantha gets here, we'll get you up to date." Robin stuck the syringe in the vial, and carefully drew out a measured dose. I felt myself getting more nervous; this was a major part of doctor visits I hated, but I said nothing. Robin tapped out the air bubbles, and retrieved an alcohol swab.

"Just a little pinch, now, and then the hard part will be over," she said. I felt a cold spot as she swabbed my exposed shoulder, and I looked away. "Here we go..."

I felt a sharp stab as Robin quickly stuck in the syringe. The pain grew somewhat as she depressed the syringe. "Ow!" I said, although carefully not sounding too distressed.

"Almost there..." Robin comforted, and then she was done, and make a note in the file.

"That's it! Not so bad, was it? Let's get the rest of the preliminaries over with before Doctor Samantha is ready." I found myself somewhat relived; that wasn't bad at all.

Looking at a wall clock, she next took my wrist, and put her finger on my pulse. "We'll just count it out for a minute; the old fashion way." she said as she watched the clock for a full minute. I found myself getting a little bored, honestly.

Next, Robin retrieved a blood-pressure cuff from a mount on the wall, and the stethoscope from around her neck. "Scoot back against the backrest, and give me your arm." Robin told me. I pushed myself back against the soft back, and I let her take my left arm in her gloved hands. She wrapped the cuff above my elbow, velcroing it tight. She put her cold stethoscope on my elbow, and inflated the cuff slowly.

I could feel the beating of my heart in my arm, and felt a funny sensation as she inflated it. It felt like the pressure was traveling up my arm, into my chest and my head. "Ummm..." I said, not particularly eloquently. My arms began to tingle and I found I was dizzy.

"Ummm.. I think something's wrong." I said to Robin. I tried to sit up, but found I could hardly move; my mussels seemed weak and I couldn't find my balance.

Robin smiled. "Don't fight it." She said. "That injection works very quickly." Putting a gloved hand against my chest, she pressed me back into the white mattress.

I thought that was a very confusing thing for her to say, and her reaction confused me. But I didn't spend much time worrying about it, as the room abruptly lurched backwards and went dark.

Robin watched as John's eyes because unfocused, and slowly closed. The sedative in the "booster shot" worked very fast, but she held him down for a minute, just to make sure it had taken full effect, before deflating and removing the blood-pressure cuff. Unlocking the wheels on the gurney, she moved it away from the wall, and with a lever reclined it (and its sedated patient) flat. She folded up metal side-rails as there was a knock on the door.

"Come in, Janet!" Robin invited. The door opened to reveal another young woman, blond and in purple surgical scrubs.

"How'd it go?" The new woman, Nurse Janet, asked, as she retrieved a pair of scissors from Robin's tray.

"He didn't want to walk into the operating room on his own accord, but the 'exam' went smooth as silk. Didn't struggle at all." Robin reported, undoing John's belt. Janet began cutting off John's pants and underwear, as Robin prepared the gurney to move.

I have vague snippets for the next few minutes. Images of ceiling tiles going by as I moved down a hallway, fading out to blackness. A disconnected impression of a nurse in purple scrubs looking down at me. Movement through a set of double-doors. Female voices talking to each other, gloved hands lifting me, touching my chest, taping something there? Three uncomfortably bright lights stabbing my eyes as they fluttered closed again. An impression of a room with people in motion, busy people all around me. A rythmic beeping noise as I drifted off.

My next impression was that someone had poked me in the right arm. I opened my eyes, disoriented. It was impossibly bright. I tried to shield my eyes with a hand, but neither arm moved when I willed it, which only added to my confusion.

I was on my back, cold... naked? My head felt like it was full of gauze, and I shook my head to try to clear it. I tried to speak, to ask who was there, to ask what was going on, but my throat was impossibly dry and I only made a quiet croaking noise. What had happened? I left like I was in a hospital for some reason; had I been in an accident?

"He's waking up." said a familiar voice with a light accent. Robin's voice. My memory rushed back; I remembered the clinic, waiting for the Doctor, the injection. I turned my head to the side and opened my eyes again, and the rhythmic beeping noise in the background sped up.

I was in the operating room I'd seen earlier. I could see my right arm palm-up on the arm rest, with two black straps holding it in place, as a nurse with long white gloves taped down an IV needle she'd just inserted. Behind her, another nurse was drawing a big syringe full of liquid; both nurses wore green surgical gowns and caps, and were masked, but I recognized Robin's blue eyes when the second nurse looked at me.

I noticed I had sensors on my chest, too, and wires leading from them to a nearby display. Something squeezed my left arm. A blood pressure cuff? I turned to find that it was; there was also a sensor on a finger, and my left arm was also strapped down. Another green-gowned figure stood to my left side, with a white mask. The figure reached up and moved one of the surgical lights to shine less in my face.

"Hello, John" the new figure spoke, a female voice. "I'm Doctor Samantha. Everything is alright. You're in our operating room, and we're about to get started. Just close your eyes, and you'll just drift off to sleep." I tried to talk, to object. I wasn't supposed to be getting an operation! But I couldn't seem to make any words.

I pulled on my arms, my legs, to sit up, but my legs didn't move very far and my chest was held down, too. Only my head was free. This was very wrong! I could see I was naked, hooked up to all sorts of sensors, strapped to an operating table. I didn't want to be here, but I couldn't get free!

"It's alright John, we'll take good care of you. You won't feel a thing." Another voice spoke behind and above me, and another masked figure leaned into my view from above. Green eyes. I think it was Dr. Anne, who I'd seen earlier? "Janet, let's push some Versed; he's getting agitated."

I watched, helpless, as Robin passed the nurse I didn't know (it must be Janet) a syringe from a nearby tray. I try to say "no", to call out, but I can no more yell than get my arms free. "This will just help you relax," Robin tells me as Janet plunges the needle into a port on the IV tube and injects the contents.

Everyone goes quiet for a minute. I look around franticly; they're all watching me for the inevitable effect. I prepare to fight it, to try to stay lucid, my heart racing. But when it hits me I immediately melt. The room begins to spin, my vision softens. I still know this is wrong, but it bothers me a lot less. My head flops onto its small pillow, and I look up at Nurse Robin's eyes. She's sitting on a stool close to me now, behind me, right by my head. She's upside-down from my perspective. Her gloved hands rest reassuringly on my shoulders. I don't recall her moving, or maybe I'm just having a hard time keeping up with what's going on now. Her blue eyes, above her bright white surgical mask, smile at me, and I want to get lost in them.

"That's much better, isn't it?" she asks. I force myself to look around, away from her eyes. The room is in motion again. Janet injects another syringe, then prepares yet another, this one full of white stuff. Dr. Samantha is preparing a tray full of surgical tools; I spot a scalpel, forceps, cotton balls soaked in disinfectant. Dr. Anna is somewhere behind my head pushing buttons and turning dials on a large machine. I look back at Robin, who I can tell is still smiling. I vaguely notice the heart-monitor is beeping slower now. I'm not sure if anything I just saw should bother me, so I smile back at her. I feel warm and happy now, which seems strange for some reason I can't place...

“I'm ready to proceed, Anna,” Dr. Samantha says. “Please put our patient under.”

Robin stands from her stool, and moves back towards the big machine, out of my view. Before I can be concerned, she is replaced by Anne and her green eyes smiling down at me. “Alright, John, tilt your head back for me?” The latex of her left hand presses lightly against my chin, and I willingly comply. I'm looking up at her masked face, the bright surgical lights, the ceiling, and Anne's right hand appears holding a big clear plastic anesthesia mask. I'm momentarily concerned, but the drugs quickly push the feeling away as she starts talking. “I'm going to put this mask over your face, and I want you to take some deep breaths for me. Can you do that?” I momentarily want to say no, but can't remember why.

She lowers the mask onto my face slowly, the plastic making a tight seal. “Deep breaths now, John.” she tells me. I cautiously take a breath through the mask, which smells sweet. I can taste the air, the gas, on my tongue. It's not so bad. I breath out, and take another breath, this one deeper.

“That's it..” Anna is watching me closely. “Deep breath in, then blow it away.” I breath out, and in again. “Good... that's it. Just relax and breath...” I take another breath, and notice I'm getting dizzy. Another breath. Another... in... and out. The table I'm on seems softer, and the lights above me brighter.

I hear Anna's voice again, quieter, almost far away. “Sevo now, please, Robin.” I take another breath, this one involuntary, like the gas is forcing its way into my lungs. The lights are even brighter, and my eyelids are getting heavy. The gas forces itself in again, and my vision blurs.

“Off to sleep, now, John.” Anna says. Nurse Janet is injecting something into my arm; it burns but I barely notice it. Suddenly, I don't want to sleep. This isn't right. Something isn't right. But I take another breath, and my eyelids flutter closed. The burning from the injection travels up my vein quickly, and I'm floating off the table. The gas forces its way in again....

I hear a voice, far away, but I can't understand it, and then there's nothing.

[andmybody2surgeons]

What's that? A new AO3 account?

Re-introducing one of the first dirty stories I ever put on the internet right here on Tumblr back in 2017, Surgical Correction.

I should be sleeping.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ana Prazsky steps into the world of high-stakes, big-money scientific and medical research. Things are not as they appear. The well-regarded institute courting the young doctor has a myriad of dark secrets hidden deep within its walls, unorthodox methods in carrying out torturous medical and surgical experiments on less than willing patients. However, Ana knows and she is excited to begin her work. But the institute has longstanding enemies, and soon she is tangled up in a cutthroat power struggle, caught in the midst of a dangerous political coalition that often sees its opponents--and hapless victims--disappear into sketchy psychiatric facilities, forced to undergo questionable treatments. One wrong move and Ana may just end up restrained on an operating table herself. (Crime/drama/fetish)

[submissivelolah-deactivated2020]

If you were my test subject...

I would imagine that you would be sufficiently resistant to require restraint. 

Initially being moved on a gurney you would have wide straps buckled across your chest and pelvis, and cuffs around your ankles and wrists. Six orderlies would be needed to transfer you onto the examination couch, holding you firmly as the straps were released and pulling you briskly across onto the table; you try to resist but their hold on you is too strong. Your ankles are cuffed apart, and your wrists pulled above your head and restrained there.

There are five or six people around you, all doing different things, and in the glare of the overhead light you can’t really see: your clothes are being cut off by someone wearing latex gloves, another person is adjusting the table so your next is extended, leaving your throat exposed. 

You’re naked and shivering as they start to put more restraints on you - over your thighs, your upper arms, your forehead. There’s a blinding light shining into your eyes and you can barely resist as your mouth is pulled open and held open with some rubber contraption. 

Something nips on one of your forearms and you realise that someone is putting an IV in - you try to pull your arm away, but just can’t. Electrodes are being placed on you chest, a blood pressure cuff is going around your other arm. And then… all those hands are gone. You’re left like that for… a while. 

Your eyes adjust, a little, to the light. You can see the monitor you’re hooked up to, the IV connected to your arm and darkness beyond. You can’t move your head at all, your fingers only touch the soft padded surface of the table. You wait, alert for any movement in the shadows, any footsteps.

When someone comes, it is silently. 

You jerk in the shock of having your feet touched, latex gloves again. The touch goes away and is replaced by mechanical white noise; your legs are drawn apart, the knees bent up. What little force you can is concentrated on trying to keep your legs together, but the inexorable pull of the restraints make you fail. Suddenly someone else is standing by your head, silhouetted against the light. 

Gloved fingers are in your mouth, then hard plastic is forced over your tongue until it rests at the back of your throat. You gag and a hissing tube is inserted beside the plastic suctioning the little saliva left in your mouth. After a few moments, the suction is removed. You can feel tears streaming out the corner of your eyes. 

One eye is closed by the hands, and taped over with gauze, and then the other, and you are completely blind. A mask goes over your nose and mouth. 

The hands between your legs touch you again, holding your cock and palpating it, squeezing your balls. Hands on your abdomen, pushing here and there, deeper and deeper. Hands and something cold - a stethoscope? - on your chest. 

Cold jelly and pressure on your anus - a slow slow push of a finger inside, sweeping around and around and deeper. It feels like it violates you for hours, but the finger eventually pulls out.. Then coldness on your penis, a sting and then agonising pushing as something is fed up up up and then an unexpected relief as your bladder releases.

More pushing on your anus; not a finger, cold metal, then liquid warmth and tension as fluid flows into your rectum, more and more until you’re desperate for release, then more and more until something lets the fluid drain away. It’s replaced, and the pressure builds again, and is released, and again and again and again.. until it stops and you’re empty and sweating. 

The hands haven’t said a single word, but now one of them says ‘He is ready for the doctor now.’

You sense rather than hear or see them leave. There is only white noise and the thud of your heart beat. A draft from somewhere chills you, raises your nipples into hard nubs and raises goosebumps all over you. 

You might have been like that for hours, or just seconds, when suddenly there is a voice behind your head. Female, soft. 

‘You’re a rather lovely specimen, but I suppose the reason we have brought you here hasn’t been explained. The staff can be rather remiss about that sometimes.‘ 

Footsteps walking around you, the voice changing where it is coming from; even blind you can feel this woman’s eyes appraising you. ’

For a while, the government has been seeking more… pleasurable means of keeping control of the masses. Fear is rather effective, but it does tend to give rather unpredictable results. Crime, vandalism, election of nut jobs, what have you. Pleasure is a little more difficult, but much more predictable. You’ve been chosen as a subject in this research. You won’t ever be going back to your life, I’m afraid, but after a while you won’t want to.’

The voice was behind your head again. There was a snap of latex gloves and you jumped at the touch of hands on your face. The plastic tube in your mouth was adjusted a little, then the hands fitted something soft and rubbery around your teeth, your tongue, pulling your mouth even wider before the plastic was removed. 

'Of course we need to check that you’re completely healthy before we start. It wouldn’t do to have our results skewed in any way. What we have already is quite satisfactory but…' 

There was another set of footsteps, a clatter of a trolley being brought close to his head. 

'I’ll be doing a few endoscopies, and then an echocardiogram. And then a CT scan. Hopefully we won’t find anything too dire. You are exactly what we want in this programme. Sadly this might be a little uncomfortable for you.' 

There is a hard pushing on the back of your tongue, pushing all the way to the back of your throat, you gag and gag and cough but it is unstoppable. You cant move your head away, you can’t push it with your tongue. There is a hiss and something suctioning saliva from your mouth. The endoscope goes further and further into you, pushing and pushing, 

'Good boy. It’s so much easier if you just let it happen. Good boy.' 

It feels like it never ends. There’s a horrible fullness in your throat, even in your chest, as the scope is moved about. You feels like he can’t breathe. Every touch of it makes you want to gag. 

'While I am here, I’ll place an NG,’ the doctor says so quietly you can barely here it. And with no warning there is a thin tube being forced into a nostril, covered in lubricating jelly. It tickles and makes you gag even more as it slips down aside the endoscope. You can feel it being stuck to your cheek Suddenly, ungently, the scope is removed. 

'Good boy. What I’ll do now is allow you to rest a little and get your breath back before the colonoscopy. All you’ll fell now is some cold jelly on your chest as I have a look at your heart.' 

You try to regulate your breathing, but it’s a struggle. The freezing cold jelly on your clammy skin, the pushing on your chest, is barely an afterthought as you actually hear what this woman has said. You would never be going back to your life. This was what would be happening to you forever, at the mercy of some government scientists. And she said that you would want it to be like this. Eventually. Your mind is repulsed by the thought. And repulsed at yourself - you were excited when your legs were forced apart. 

'Marvellous,’ the doctor said after a few minutes, 'Now you have your breath back we’ll proceed with the colonoscopy and then we’ll wheel you over to the CT.' 

Her voice came from between your legs. There was the form touch of gloved hands on the inside of your thighs, and your legs were moved even further apart. Some tiny part of your brain burned with excitement. A finger on your anus, and more cold cold jelly that you wanted to pull away from and couldn’t. A finger slipping inside you, pushing pushing deeper and deeper and around. She stroked over your prostate and you twitched. You couldn’t help it. 

'Yes, I thought you would like that. Good. Don’t worry, you will be feeling that particular sensation a lot in the years to come.' 

The finger was removed, and something hard, plastic, bigger, was slipped in in it’s place. The colonoscope was pushed in, stretching you inside. Air was insufflated, more and more until he felt you would burst. You could feel the scope winding around his insides. It was horrible. And thrilling. You liked the stretch of it… The scope was removed… but whatever was in his anus was adjusted, made bigger or something. You couldn’t have pushed it out even if you wanted to… 

'Good boy,’ said the doctor, standing at your head again. 'All of that looked fine. I think that you’re going to have a wonderful time staying with up… but while we have plenty of gas in your colon, we’re going to scan you. And then we’ll feed you and let you rest.' 

You legs are lowered and brought together, and then you’re being pushed out of the room into what sounds like a corridor. There are more footsteps here, some voices saying words you can’t make out. You become very aware that you’re restrained on a trolley, blind, gagged, covered in monitoring devices and with a catheter in. These people can see everything… 

Your heart begins to race, your breathing to speed up. You want out of these straps, out of this… place. You try to say something, scream something, but all that comes out of the gag is a gurgle. You’re pushed into a quieter room, a little warmer. Panic is rising in you now. You don’t want this! They can’t do this to you! A firm hand on your jaw, almost painful, forcing your attention. 

'You have been so cooperative up until now.’ The doctor’s voice was no longer quite so sweet. 'If I have to paralyse you and put you on a ventilator to continue this work, I will. Do you understand?' 

They would take even control of your breathing away from you! No! With what feels like heroic effort, you slow your breathing, and try to be still. 

‘Good boy.’ Gloved hands stroke your hair. 

More hands on you immediately, gripping you hard. You feel the restraints being undone and there is a little more give in your joints. Then the hands are lifting you onto another hard surface, affixing the restraints again. The table you are on moves back and forth a couple of times, and then you’re lifted back onto a gurney. You don’t even think about resisting. When you’re wheeled out into the corridor again, it almost means nothing that strangers can see you like this. You suspect that you’re not the only person - subject - being transported like this. You’re wheeled into somewhere quiet. A little warmer than anywhere else. 

'I’ll be seeing you tomorrow,’ the doctor says from beside you, 'and we’ll be getting started on the experiments you’re here to help with.’

[doctor-alex]

Can you be good for myself and @doctor-aria ? I promise we'll be gentle☺️

[mabduct]

Will I be next?

Your new roommate offers you a private visit to the hospital she is working at. She has told you about the Breeders Program and she wants to show you what is it about. Do you accept?

You gladly accepted, of course! You wanted to find out more about the Breeders Program that she had been talking about. You have been very curious to find out what they were doing, and what it was like being a surrogate. The fact that she asked you to come after work made it sound even more clandestine and enticing. You wanted to see the real deal.

You met her at the emergency exit at the back of the building and sneaked in unregistered under cover of darkness. Nobody knew you were there. You took the service lift and was able to access the basement with her staff pass.

She brought you to an empty office with a folded hospital gown on the examination table. She handed you the gown and said you should try to blend in. You quickly changed after she drew the privacy curtain and was all excited about the visit. She said she will be showing you all the different treatment rooms and equipment.

She came back with a wheelchair once you are done. She strapped you to the wheelchair across the chest for your safety and you didn't resist. You wondered why the strap also ran over your arms but you imagined that was probably the way it was done. She also gave you a wrist-tag and you were impressed by her preparations.

You checked the tag as she was putting a bouffant cap over your head. You got a bit concerned when you noted it had all you details on it. But you started moving before you could ask her about it.

You passed a few nurses and they acknowledged your roommate while looking at you with some interest.

“Our guest for tonight?” one asked and your roommate nodded. You wondered if that was how they addressed their patients and how often they had “guests", especially “night ones". While you were excited about the tour, you were beginning to feel a bit vulnerable. What if you walked into a trap!?

The first room you came looked like it came out of a science fiction movie. You see sedated patients, all pregnant, and connected to sophisticated machines through various tubes and cables. You were mesmerised by the heaving swollen bellies and the sound of heavy breathing in the room as their transparent masks fogged up with their breaths. You started to wonder what they were doing in this hospital.

“This is the Breeders Programme. Fertile ladies at their prime are recruited as surrogates. They are carrying genetically enhanced babies. The machines they are hooked up to ensure they are well nourished and properly conditioned. They are kept lightly sedated so they are always cooperative and never disturbed.”

You wondered why there are uncooperative patients and asked if they volunteered. Your roommate simply said “they turned up on their own free will.” You were a bit sceptical and wondered it you had not also “turned up on your own free will.” But she was already wheeling you out of the room.

Next stop was a little scientific looking lab area with lots of cryonic tanks and test tubes and bubbling chemicals. A technician was looking through a microscope and manipulating some pipette in a petri dish. Smoking liquid nitrogen added to the mysteriousness of it all and sent a chill down your spine.

“You probably guessed it. Embryos for our next surrogate volunteer.” You almost saw your roommate gesturing volunteer in inverted commas. You swallowed hard as you start to feel your nakedness under the gown. You were imagining it was for you and they were going to implant the embryo into you. Despite your predicament, you closed your eyes and shuddered at that sudden onslaught of arousal. You have no wish to be a mindless baby vessel but couldn't help imagining yourself in the earlier room. You could feel the wetness below as your naked bottoms rubbed against the seat of the wheelchair. You secretly wished she would show you the impregnation process.

“It's time,” she announced and your heart skipped a beat. Without any explanation, you followed the technician out into the corridor and to the operating suite. You were sure they were going to impregnate you!

There was a flurry of activities as you entered the operating room. To your great relief, there was a patient on a gurney and the srubbing nurses were just transferring her over to the operating table. You were only going to watch after all but it got your really wet down under.

She looked disorientated, probably given some sedatives prior to this. Her limbs flopped clumsily as the nurses positioned her on the table with her arms on the side board and legs on the stirrups. Then she was strapped in securely. Her eyes were already unfocused when the anaesthetist brought the black mask over her face. You thought you saw her struggling and shaking her head but you weren't sure as it was too weak.

The anaesthesia mask was held tightly and she was told to breathe deeply. She frowned and her head shook feebly. Was it the anaesthetist or the patient? She struggled against the restraints momentarily but soon, she was unconscious.

The technician handed the long pipette to the surgeon and she went to work immediately. The image of the womb was visible on the ultrasound machine as she skilfully guided the tip through the cervix and into the womb. The embryos were released and it was done.

It was too hot for you and you rubbed your thighs against one another. Your thighs were well lubricated from your own juice. You hands moved involuntarily to ease the urge which you realised only when the strap held them back. Your roommate noticed your excitement and wheeled you out of the operating suite into a smaller room just across the corridor.

The room was lined with cabinets filled with medical supplies and a small sink. It was a preparatory room where patients were prepped. In the middle of the room was a gurney with straps and cuffs dangling at the side. Your roommate locked the door and announced it was time to have some fun.

She pulled up a pair of sterile gloves and made a show of putting them on. Then she walked up to you and put two fingers into your mouth. You instinctively licked them as she slid them down your throat. It was hard to hide your own excitement as she worked her finger in and out.

She released you from the wheelchair and both of you engaged in some heavy patting. She expertly untied your gown and manipulated your body. You surrendered to her advances and you ended up naked on the gurney.

You hesitated and struggled half-heartedly when she started securing your wrists to the cuffs followed by the straps across the body. You couldn't tell if this was part of the play or was it a trap that she had set. Either way, it drove your fetish to a higher level and you trembled with excitement when you saw her with the black rubber mask over your head.

You shook your head from side to side and pleaded no but it was unconvincing. Somehow, she seemed to know this was your darkest fantasy. You struggled against the restraints and realised that they were secure and tight. She cupped your face and her piercing eyes above her mask made your stomach churn with a deep fear laced with desire.

When she finally held it over your face, you took a deep breath to smell the rubber and let the vacuum hold the mask tight to your face. The delicious gas flowed and you let it fill your lungs. You fought against yhe restraints but your limbs were held firmly in place. Your struggles only made you breathe harder. Your world started to spin and you realised how vulnerable you were. They had you now and there was no escape. The thought of you being impregnated like the patient you just saw brought you over the edge. You came at that thought and thrashed against the restraints. And in the throes of ecstasy, your world lost its edges as you slowly went under.

Was this for real or was this for fun? You will find out when you wake up.

[deepbreathfromthemask-deactivat]

Surgery

When Alec came round he heard a group of people speaking. The light was subdued. At first he thought that he was in the recovery room but then he saw the screen that was slightly above him. The screen was blue. The colour reminded him of something, but he didn't know what it was. The last thing that he could remember was that the doctor had told him to breathe the gas... Then a picture appeared on the screen. It was a picture of a skull. "Now this is the head our patient, a 33-year old male," a voice said. "After awake intubation under topical anaesthetic the patient was given Nitrous and Sevo." - Now he remembered! - He was in the operating room!   Dr. Meyers had made him breathe the gas! He could feel the breathing tube deep in his throat. The screen switched to another picture. It was his head again but with some areas of his brain highlighted in different colours.

"Here you can see that we successfully inserted the two electrodes into the subthalamic nucleus," the doctor continued. By putting an electric current on the electrodes, we are able to treat the area that is highlighted in orange!"

The screen switched to another picture that showed a drawing of a brain with two electrodes in place. The tips of the electrodes were highlighted.

Then the drawing blended into the picture of his head again. "Now when I'm going to switch on the electric current ...., "  Dr. Meyers illustrated this by projecting the glowing electrodes into the picture of his skull.  "... the tips of the electrodes will heat up and destroy the surrounding brain tissue. As you can see, this method is very precise ! Do you have any questions?" Alec briefly heard some people talking but couldn't understand what was said. "Well then, our patient here will now undergo treatment with the electric current", Dr. Meyers said, "May I ask you to follow Angela into the room next door? When the procedure is over you will be able to watch the sans!" The screen in front of him turned blue again, blue like the ocean. He hoped that they would put him under, not let him stay...or could they...? He heard the people leaving the room. Then the doctor came to him. "You're doing fine, Alec!" she said, "the tube is not so bad after all!" She put a gloved hand on his arm. "Don't worry! Treatment will only take a minute. Before you know it you'll wake up again!" She turned to the nurse. "Angela, 15 mg of Midazolam, Nitrous on 65 % and Sevo on two, please! Breathe the gas, Alec - relax! It's only for your best! "

He was picked up by a swirling current that drew him under, away from the operating room into never-ending darkness...

[gdj000]

The Blue Ambu King Mask. (You don’t have permission to copy or repost as your own)

[mabduct]

The Medfet Clinic

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.

[gdj000]

You don’t have permission to copy or repost as your own outside tumblr.

[lilcandystriper]

In honor of #tbt I’d like to remind everyone that I’m not a baby all the time (though some seem to think otherwise 😏🙄😊🙃💕). I like to make little boys squirm occasionally as well.

This is from a POV set I did for a fine gentleman back in March.

[drbailey]

OMG GO FOLLOW HER!!! 

[bepisking-deactivated20250530]

Some other patients in the AI hospital

[weser90]

[medicalgerman]

Manchmal reicht sehr wenig um bei diesem Fetisch das Ziel zu erreichen! 😉