you wake up groggily strapped down to a medical table, your arms and body strapped down together while your legs are positioned in stirrups and forced apart. you can't move from your newfound position and realize that your lower half is covered by a medical drape and nothing more.
the nurse walks in, his face half obstructed by a mask. he doesn't say anything as he simple ignores your muffled cries and proceeds to grab gloves and takes a seat near the stirrups, right where you can't see what he's doing.
soon enough a gloved finger is pushed inside of your boycunt, causing you to try to trash and yell despite not being able to do either thing. it slowly prods your inner walls, making sure it's nice and lubed before forcing another finger in.
the fingers slowly work you up from the inside, your cunt clenching around them as the nurse also starts to play with your tdick. you do your best to try to try to move more, hoping that they'll slip out in the process of assaulting you but only managing to fuck yourself more on the invading physical.
before you know it the fingers are pulled out and your body shudders at the intense feeling, trying to clench on the sudden emptiness left from where they were in you.
and then pressure.
a cold object is pushed into your cunt, pressure increasing as it clicks open and holds you open lewdly for the nurse to inspect. while you try to adjust to the speculum inside, your tdick is suddenly being rubbed again with some sort of gel. soon enough it's tingling and throbbing with need, making you twitch and clench harder on the medical tool forced inside of you.
you can't tell what's going on but soon enough feel something deeper in you. deeper than you've ever felt anything before. if you weren't gagged you'd be making lewd noises of pleasure from how intense it was feeling despite it being one of your greatest fears. and then the thing assaulting your cervix starts to slip in.
your body shudders and twitches and tries to clench to somehow prevent it from happening but you can't stop it at this rate. it slips into your uterus, filling you up in a way you didn't know was possible. and then it starts to shift and move. as if it's alive.
the speculum is slowly pulled out and your left with the feeling of some sort of creature inside of you, filling you up and slowly expanding your uterus- your lower stomach pushing out some as it does. your cunt still clenches around nothing, your tdick throbbing from the gel applied to it. you try to buck up for any kind of relief or pleasure or anything but only feel the thing inside of you moving around causing you to groan further into the gag. it's intense and overwhelming and you hate how hot it feels.
it's only then that the nurse finally speaks for the first time:
"Patient has been fully inseminated and showing positive signs of implantation. We'll continue to monitor the gestation cycle and report back."
The scientists have come accross an angelic creature whose blood has healing capabilities, determined to learn everything about how its miraculous body works.
After discovering the angel completely sexless on the outside possessed both internal reproductive systems, the doctors decided to introduce sex hormones to study the effect on the dormant organs. Six weeks later, the first results are ready for assessment.
Content/TWs: medfet, restraints, forced examination, female genitalia and reproductive organs, first time (but it's a pelvic exam), non-con, forced orgasm, drugging/sedation (mentioned only), it/its pronouns
Word count: ~3K
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Other than the constant hum of the fluorescent lights, the facility was silent. It was still way too early for the regular staff to come in, but the head of the research requested the scheduled exam be done the first thing in the morning. The rest of the day would then be dedicated to locking all smart brains in a lab and analyzing all new-found data everyone was buzzing in excitement about.
The winged creature was docile so far, though at the first glance it was hard to tell if it was due to the recent blood draining, side effects of the hormones or simply because it realized when it comes to getting things done, resistance will only be met with a more forceful approach. The well-rehearsed setup was in place - leather straps lined with steel over its wings, arms, and torso securing it to the table. Cannula in its right arm for a quick sedation, if the subject happened to change its mind about cooperation halfway through. Its legs were in stirrups, secured by straps as well – it’s been six weeks since the doctors had started regular dosage of hormones and now it was time for an examination of the newly formed reproductive organs the angel had developed as a result.
“Are we ready to begin?”
Dr. Brandon asked, a question for the rest of the team in the room rather than the patient under the spotlight. Still, as the staff voiced their agreement, the youngest nurse took her place at the side of the table, right beside the angel’s head.
Nina did this ever since the first incident when the wings got loose and the creature thrashed half the operating room before pain from the unfinished procedure and quickly administered sedative made it fall limp on the floor. Her position there wasn’t much for security – there was no chance she’d be able to physically restrain the angel by herself - but rather for some semblance of humanity and comfort. Things the doctors and scientists forgot about way too often when dealing with their subjects as if they were mere lab mice. If her presence did anything for the angel’s well-being, it was unknown to the researchers working on the assessment - the creature had not spoken a single word since they brought it in.
“Alright, let’s see,” the doctor adjusted the lamp as Nina lifted the paper-thin gown off the angel’s legs.
“Significant progress in development, from no distinguishable genitalia prior to treatment to fully developed vulva, including labia majora, labia minora and clitoris,” he carefully examined every part between his fingers as he spoke, spreading the folds of skin apart.
“Vaginal opening is present as well, hopefully we’ll be able to proceed with the rest of the exam as planned.”
“I suggest heavy use of lubricant for the entire exam,” said Dr. Carter who was observing from behind with a notepad in hand, “The opening may have formed, but we can’t yet assess the size of the vaginal canal, nor if it’s capable of self-lubrication.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful,” the doctor between the angel’s legs took a plastic tube from the instrument trolley and covered his fingers generously in transparent gel. Using his free hand to spread the folds, he observed the entrance.
“Crescentic hymen, fortunately quite small in size, that will make this a little easier” he slid one finger past the fleshy edge, slowly pushing it further inside and feeling around the tight opening.
“The elasticity seems sufficient but our subject needs to relax, it’s clenching down on me.”
Nina looked down at the angel on the table, its eyes and lips shut tight. She gently rubbed its restrained forearm.
“Deep breaths, it’s easier when you don’t strain your muscles,” she whispered, almost inaudibly, “I’ll be over faster, this is the only exam scheduled for today.”
“Perhaps we’ll be able to get further inside with external stimulation,” the doctor’s lubed thumb started a circular motion around the angel’s clitoris while slowly massaging the entrance with the second finger. The angel’s face flashed with an alarmed expression as its breathing involuntarily quickened – it wasn’t familiar with the new set of organs and the sensations that came with them, experiencing them for the first time solely for the purpose of a distressful medical procedure.
The tight entrance gradually became softer under doctor’s rhythmically moving fingers, slowly giving way for the second digit to slip in.
“There we go,” he continued rubbing the sensitive spot for a little longer while he assessed the spacial situation on the inside.
“Narrow vaginal canal but sufficient in length, we can make it work.”
The doctor angled his fingers upwards as he pressed the other hand against the creature’s abdomen, palpating around for the outline of the organs hidden underneath, “Uterus and both ovaries present, quite small in size but all in correct positions. We have a full reproductive system confirmed.”
“Incredible,” the observing doctor was frantically taking notes about the findings, “After six weeks of hormones?”
“Indeed,” Dr. Brandon pulled his hand out of the angel’s opening and its hips twitched, “Fast regeneration rate of the subject most definitely played a role in these results. No human is capable of growing new organs in a month and a half, that’s for sure.”
He put on a new pair of sterile gloves with a snap, “The smallest speculum and a swab, please. We’ll take a closer look.”
The sight of the silver instrument being covered in lubricant made the nurse rub the angel’s arm a little more intensely.
“Just keep relaxed. A little bit of pressu-“
She didn’t manage to finish the sentence before the angel’s hips jerked upwards with a sudden yelp when the doctor slid the cold metal past the narrow entrance.
“Keep the hips down,” he said, “Don’t make it worse than it has to be.” Another nurse held the creature’s hips firmly against the table while the doctor pushed speculum deeper and started opening it up. A succession of whimpers came out of the angel’s throat as its new pathway expanded, legs visibly shaking with every turn of the crank.
“Don’t push it too much, this is the first-“
“The first time it’s stretched open like this, I know,” the doctor said as he locked the speculum and reached for the gauze, “There’d be some minor bleeding regardless. It’ll heal in no time.”
Nina at the other end of the table stroke the angel’s hair in a comforting manner while gently wiping the tears that were now running down its cheeks with a tissue. Its lips were pursed into a thin line and eyes aimed somewhere on the ceiling, chest rising and falling with deep breaths.
“The cervix looks normal, pink color with no visual abnormalities. Taking a smear for the lab,” he brushed the inside of the opening with a swab and the angel made another almost inaudible whine.
“Should we do the sounding to assess the uterine depth while we have it opened up?”
“That’s not necessary at the moment,” said Dr. Carter, “This is an initial examination to check the stage of development of the subject’s reproductive organs. With the smear, the pelvic exam is concluded. The only thing left to do is the ultrasound.”
“Alright, bring the machine.”
Nurse rolled the trolley with the sonograph closer to the table while the doctor closed the speculum. The angel’s whimper when the instrument was pulled out of its sore entrance was once again ignored by everyone but Nina.
“Let’s start on the outside to get the big picture,” the doctor squeezed the bottle of gel, pouring a generous amount on the angel’s lower abdomen. The transducer glided with ease, giving a little bit of breather to the creature, whose eyes were closed again.
“The organs seem on the smaller side but they’re certainly fully developed,” he pressed down on the device against the skin, trying to get a better image. “I don’t see any abnormalities from here, the uterus and ovaries look healthy. The other probe will give us a better picture on what’s inside.”
“Are we performing a transvaginal ultrasound as well?” the other doctor asked while Dr. Brandon wiped the gel off the angel’s stomach, “The vaginal canal is narrow, as you said, is there even enough space for the transducer to fit all the way?”
“The probe is not that thick and the speculum already did the hardest work,” he pulled a latex sheet over the rod, pouring a thick dollop of lubricant over the bulbous end. “Besides, we need to assess the stage of the menstrual cycle.”
The angel’s eyes shot open at doctor’s words, giving Nina a quick look that doubled as a silent plea. The nurse quickly took it by the hand and the angel squeezed it.
The doctor slowly pushed the widest part of the probe to the entrance, but the device didn’t slide further. “Pushing me out again.”
“It’ll be over after this, I promise,” Nina whispered, her voice full of worry as the angel kept squeezing her hand, its already pale knuckles turning white.
“Told you it won’t fit,” Dr. Carter noted.
“It will,” Dr. Brandon’s free hand grabbed a bottle of lubricant and poured a little more on the outside above the opening, “It worked the first time.”
The gloved fingers started massaging the outer area where the head of the rod disappeared between the folds of skin. He kneaded and pinched the pliable flesh just below the sensitive bundle, spreading the gel around before taking the bud between the slippery digits. As he stimulated the outside of the opening, he slightly pulled the probe back before pushing it back in, tight muscles now giving way for it to slide deeper.
The angel cried out loudly now, its legs straining against the leather straps, trying to get away from the invasive process the doctor was relentless at.
“Should we use a sedative?”
“No need, just hold it down please, we’re almost there.”
The other nurse restrained its hips again as the doctor continued the stimulation, moving the probe back and forth, once, twice, three times. The angel’s entire body twitched with the shallow thrusts, teary eyes wide open and mouth agape with almost voiceless gasps, its back arching to the degree the restraints allowed. With one final thrust, the device hit the already sore end point of the pathway at last and the angel moaned in pain and confusion from the conflicting sensations that jolted through its body. The halo above its head burned blinding white, legs spasming in stirrups with toes curling inwards. It was still crushing Nina’s fingers with its left hand and if it wasn’t for its weakened state, they would have certainly been broken.
“There we go, we’ve made it to the cervix,” the doctor said, looking at the image on the screen, “And we have a climax on the record as well, with generous self-lubrication. We can take a look around with ease now.”
“So the subject is capable of both self-lubrication and orgasm through external and internal stimulation,” Dr. Carter observed the angel’s heaving chest as its halo gradually faded back to more bearable intensity through irregular pulses. “Fascinating. Shame we weren’t monitoring more of its vitals, it’d be interesting to see how that pseudo-heart organ reacted, judging by the light phenomena.”
“There’s a chance it would short circuit our equipment, if there was a surge,” Dr. Brandon moved the rod around inside, ignoring the signs of severe distress from the creature’s shivering body, “But look at that thick lining, period is coming soon, no doubt.”
“What about Corpus luteum? Was the egg released?”
“It was indeed,” he changed the angle of the probe to get a better image of the ovary, making the angel whimper like a wounded animal.
“So the ovulation is possible when hormonally stimulated. I wonder about fertility.”
“If we judge by human standards, the thickness of the endometrium is sufficient for successful implantation, if it was to take place. No idea how viable the eggs themselves would be, we’ll have to collect some samples to find out,” Dr. Brandon’s eyes were watching the visual feed on the screen intently, “I’d suggest a biopsy as well, to check for possible anomalies. This is the first time anyone had seen an angel womb after all, its cellular composition may differ from a human uterus. Definitely endometrium and ovaries, cervix depending on what we learn from today’s smear.”
“I’ll put it in the notes for the follow-up exam. But otherwise, I think we’ve got all we needed today.”
“Alright then,” the doctor looked through the monitor one last time before pulling the probe out in one swift motion with a loud squelch. The angel’s entire body shuddered and its shoulders started shaking with quiet sobs of pain it had no chance of knowing. Not before it was made to develop body cavities capable of being violated so coldly and clinically with so much indifference. The nurse stroked its hair, pushing sweaty strands from its forehead.
“It’s okay. It’s over now.”
“Despite some minor hiccups, the subject was rather well-behaved today, no signs of aggression at all,” Dr. Brandon noted as he wiped the lubricant from the angel’s folds, making it jerk at every slight touch to the aching area. “Perhaps we can leave it in nurse Nina's care for the rest of the day. It won't cause her any trouble, will it?"
And sure enough, the doctors and the rest of the team left the room to discuss their findings, leaving only nurses behind to clean up. While the other nurse was sterilizing the equipment, Nina immediately pulled the angel’s gown back down and started undoing the leather straps that kept it incapacitated.
The angel didn’t move even after its limbs were freed from the table, it simply remained laying down with no attempts to storm out of the torture chamber as soon as possible. Its whole body trembled with breathless sobs, the halo but a faint glow now, barely visible in the harsh overhead lighting.
Nina gently took the angel’s feet off the stirrups and placed them down on one side before returning to tend to the patient. She wiped the angel’s sweaty face and wet eyes with gentle care, a touch so unlike the ones it just endured by the hands of Dr. Brandon. She then carefully removed the cannula from its arm and pushed a gauze pad down on the puncture wound, securing it with a piece of surgical tape. The doctors always insisted it’s not removed until the subject is in its room under a lock, but after today’s experience, she wanted to provide as much comfort as possible.
“Can you sit up?” she asked when the angel’s breathing had calmed down and the sobs had eased. Taking its hand and shoulders, she slowly helped it into a sitting position, avoiding the wings – one of the trickiest places of its anatomy when it came to touch tolerance. The angel winced as its weight shifted to the lower half, the pelvic area sensitive from the series of invasions its body was not prepared for. Despite the higher core temperature, its skin was cold and clammy, the paper-thin gown with nothing underneath was now drenched on the back and sticking to its shivering frame. The angel’s arms wrapped around its stomach, hunched over with the wings folded like a secure blanket.
“The soreness should be gone by tomorrow, two days at most,” she reassured. It’d probably be sooner since the angel was a quick healer, but she didn’t mention that – the researchers often used that argument to carry out the tests with less consideration for its comfort and overall well-being. “We’ll get you some pain relief for the cramps.”
The angel looked up at her from behind the curtain of long hair and her heart almost broke when she saw the look in its swollen eyes. A being so strong it could turn the entire research wing upside down in mere minutes not so long ago, now crushed into involuntary obedience by having its blood drained way too often and its body and mind numbed by any unholy drug concoction that got the job done fast and with the least resistance. The looming dread of the incoming procedures the doctors have prescribed for the follow-up weighted down on her mind.
“Don’t worry,“ she knelt by the table and took the angel’s palms into hers, thumbs gently stroking the bruised skin from the frequent IVs, “Next time you’re here, you won’t feel a thing. I’ll make sure of it myself, I promise.”
The angel’s expression remained the same, but after a quiet moment with only clanking of the instruments being cleaned in the other room, it closed its eyes and gave Nina’s fingers a light squeeze – a silent acknowledgement of her reassuring words.
“The examination is done for today, the doctors will spend the rest of the day in the lab. Shall we get you back to your room now?”
The angel nodded, and Nina gave it a warm smile.
“I’ll fetch a wheelchair.”
She got up and for a brief moment before she walked away, the angel’s hand didn’t let go of her own immediately. Its cold fingers held onto hers until she was too far away for the contact in a small gesture of appreciation of her care.
Nina’s heart ached for the angel. After she witnessed the very first incident with her own eyes, she was determined to do anything in her power to make the life more bearable for the being until it regathered its lost strength. Then it could send doctors Brandon and Carter flying through the operating room’s window before going directly for the head researcher’s office.
She would see it through.
Even if it meant losing the job she worked so hard her whole life for.
Give me hormone injections. You want me at peak fertility.
Strap me down. It’s for my safety.
Palpate my uterus from the outside and the inside of my body. You want to make sure it’s ready.
Feel around inside me. You want me stretched and ready.
Insert a speculum and open it wide. You need a good shot at my cervix.
The sounds may hurt, but you need to dilate me enough to get inside my womb.
Feed the long, thin tube into my spread open boycunt. Make sure it slides into the cervix and stays anchored there.
You tell me I might feel some pressure and cramping as you let the semen begin to flow into me. You don’t tell me what sort of creatures I’ll be hosting inside my body. I don’t know that this is only the beginning.
I’m your test subject. Your experiment. And I’m going to grow your specimens for you, so you can witness their literal conception firsthand.
Imagine waking up already strapped down to a table with your legs spread open and bent at the knees.
Imagine that there’s already a speculum in you, and you just have to try and adjust to the cold and the fullness and the stretch while you try to get your bearings.
Imagine there’s an even deeper pressure, one you know is on your cervix, and you have to be left wondering what is being done to you- and/or what’s ALREADY been done to you.
A catheter? A probe? Sound? Dilator? All you know is you can definitely feel something breaching into your deepest parts. It’s an unyielding, deep pressure that you can’t ignore.
