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My middle finger found her rectum, where I permitted it to tease the area for a while. When I sensed that Stacey was becoming used to this stimulation, I removed my fingers from between her buttocks and stopped stroking the inside of her thigh. Stacey looked back in time to see me shaking down the other thermometer next to the one that I had used earlier. I reached into the drawer beneath the examining table and pulled out a tube of K-Y jelly.

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Opening the tube, I applied some to my middle finger. Then, I spread Stacey’s buttocks and applied lubricant around her rectum. Very gently and slowly, I slipped my finger slightly into her rectum, feeling the tightness as she gasped. I removed my finger and applied lubricant to the thermometer.

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“Oh, doctor. This is so embarrassing and unnecessary”, Stacey complained.

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With that comment, I lightly spanked her bottom and spread her legs. She began to whimper as I separated her buttocks, placed the tip of the thermometer against her rectum, and slowly inserted it. The thermometer now inserted, I let her buttocks close upon it, and I stepped back to allow it time to register. What a lovely sight to behold…My young and beautiful Stacey lying on the examination table in this most humbling position.

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I could see that she was getting scared at this point and asked the Dr. what the purpose was for the straps. His reply was that he did it to all women that came to his office and that way in some point in time during the exam if the straps were needed they would already be on and in place.

After that I started on the abdominal exam… palpating her tummy , asking her if there was any tenderness at all, she replied no, so I then thought OK this is the big one, so I then said that we would do the vaginal exam, and asked her to bend her knees, and relax, I then snapped on some rubber gloves, and parted her labia, with one hand and looked at her outer lips, and checked all the outer area, I then took a tube of KY jelly, and took the speculum, and smeared some on the bills of it, then carefully pushed it inside her vagina, then I looked inside her vagina, and noted the size of her uterus, and she also said that she wasn’t due for a pap smear, as she had had one recently, so I was kind of relieved to hear that.

I then withdrew the speculum, and set about the bi-manual exam, so I inserted my index finger, and then my middle finger into her opening and pushed them right in, I felt inside, and remembered to keep the internal fingers still, and felt her tummy where I could feel her, cervix, and then her, ovaries, then I said to her that I would also do a rectal exam, to which she replied is that totally necessary, and I said it was, so she agreed..

So I then took off my gloves and put some fresh ones on, then I took some more KY jelly and smeared some on my finger, and asked her to lie on here side, and she did so, I then parted her buttocks, and smeared some KY on her bottom, and asking her to take a deep breath, pushed my index finger very gently up her bottom, she winced a little bit, so I said try to relax, and bear down on my finger, she did so, which made the exam a lot easier.

Her hand went to her crotch then, spreading her pussy lips, feeling the heat and wetness that had developed there as the doctor and nurse has talked and she had seen his cock. He was nervous, but the smell of her musk and sight of her wet, spread pussy was enough to clear any doubts from his mind. His mother had said that in the end men were all pigs, and he was about to prove her right. Marta looked at his face as he pushed his cock into her opening, her breath coming more quickly already. She began to caress her breasts as she watched him enter her. Glancing at Lisa she saw that she had her pants undone and her hand between her legs, stroking herself with her right hand and pinching her hard, pink nipple with the other.
It was all very erotic. Lisa’s eyes met hers as James’s cock entered her finally, popping into her. He seemed huge, monstrous and she let out a groan that she could not control.

Hereyes widening as she looked down at his cock.

she came to the gyno clinic for her annual physical and was ssooo disappointed that her gyn (Dr Jefferson) was on vacation. Still she had to go thru the exam and was thoroughly examined by Jefferson’s nurse Kelly Hansen.

Kelly checked her breasts for problems, then asked her to get on the gyno table for pevic exam. She inspected her vagina using a speculum and a bit of lube.

After which she told Sandra to lie on her belly and took her rectal temperature

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She complaints to her doctor who is ready to use all means he has to help her, he stretches her legs, fingers her pussy, inserts speculum.

Candy moved to a new town after college and was on search for a god job. Luckily she had to wait for no more than a month before her resume was answered and she was asked for an interview. She was all right, they said, but they needed her to go thru a physical examination to make sure she was not pregnant. Candy was embarrassed on hearing that she had to go to gyno clinic and have a medical examination but she needed job badle so she headed to her firsttime gyno examination.

She was totally confused on finding out the doctor was a man. She shyly entered his room and  waited for his orders. But his caring attitude and gentle manners got her relaxed soon and she came to like him. She took off her cliothes and let him examin her breasts and listen to her heartbeat, then she lay down on the examination table and spread her legs.

he sat on a special low chair and palpated her pink cleavage, genly touching the clitoris to see if she reacts. He lubricated her vagina and slowly inserted a speculum and then opened it wide until she could feel cool air inside.

He took some pap smears, palpated her rectum and before he finished the exam he gave her sanitizing syringe.

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When she gets to school she has to undergo a physical before she is allowed to attend classes to make sure she is not carrying any foreign diseases.

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I said yes and the doctor told me her assistant would stay and assist.
After she left, the assitant had me raise my bottom off the table,
removed the pillow, put a cup under my penis and began “milking” me with
a gloved and well lubricated hand. Needles to say it didn’t take long.

I then dressed, was told they would see me next year and checked out.
As I left I thought, “Yeah, you might see me sooner than that.”

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I was checking my makeup for the third time when I heard the car horn
blow. Once in the car I was order to raise my skirt and to spread my
legs apart. Mistress reached over and began to finger my slit saying
“Darling if you embarrass me today by not following my orders I will
Punish you very severely, do you understand me Slave.”

“YES MISTRESS! but where are we going?” I gasped. Her fingering had
caused my pussy to start to juice up. Mistress removed her hand from my
soaking pussy and held her glistening fingers to my lips and told me to
lick them. As I sucked her fingers clean of my pussy cream she said that
I had an appointment with her gynecologist in a few minutes.

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I was relieved that there was no patients waiting or a receptionist in
the doctor’s office, because before we left the car Mistress had
fastened a collar and leash around my neck. She was now leading me down
a corridor, Mistress spoke loudly “Tracy! are you here?”

“Yes Erica, please go to the examination room I will be there in a
minute,” came a feminine reply. I ask Mistress if her gynecologist was a
woman as she led me into the examining room. “Of course she a woman
Lori. You know that I would never allow a man to touch me let alone
examine my breast or my pussy. Just the thought of a male touching my
cunt makes me sick,” was her reply. Still holding the leash Mistress
ordered me to kneel on my fingers beside her. As the doctor enter I was
struck by her youth and beauty, she was almost as good looking as my
Mistress.

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After the exam he sat down and thumbed through the chart and made a few
notes. He then dropped the bomb. He wanted her to have a lower G.I.
series and she was behind on her shots.
“Shots ?”she asked.
“Yes you need a tetanus, flu, and your depo for your birth control and
due to your age we are not sure if you MMR is current so we need one of
those also.”

She was counting and not happy as the nurse turned to fix them. “Okay,”
she said. “We can do two up and two down or all down. Your choice.”

“What a choice, either way I lose. Okay,” she says. “All down but I want
two at a time so we can get it over with. You do one and he does one,”
pointing to me. She rolled over on the table and slid up the paper gown
she had own as the nurse handed me a syringe and an alcohol prep. We
quickly dispatched the first two as Jane gripped the edge of the table
and complained. We did not wait but quickly injected the last two
causing her to give us a loud ouch.

Jane sat up and started to dress but the nurse told her that we still
had to do the other test. Jane was surprised since I thought it would be
later and at the hospital but the nurse explained that they could do it
right there with some prep first. I already knew what the prep meant as
she wheeled out the stand with the red bag and long tube attached.

“What are you doing ?” Jane asked.

“You will need at least two if not three enemas to make sure you are
totally flushed out before the test. Please roll on your left side
first,” and the nurse quickly donned her gloves, lubed the nozzle and
inserted it in Jane’s ass before she could protest. The clamp was
released and the flow started as I walked around and started to massage
her stomach to ease the cramps. She was soon yelling for her to stop but
there was still quite a bit to go and finally the last bit went in and
she was told to hold it. Jane groaned with the cramps and finally the
nurse helped her to the bathroom and while she was there filled another
bag.

Jane returned and looked at the second bag and said, “Not another.”

“Yes another and this time I want you on your hands and knees with your
butt in the air. This will allow the solution to reach higher and clean
you out better.”

I watched as Jane presented her cute ass to us and the nozzle slid in
and the flow started. This time I could see her stomach distend with the
solution until finally she had taken the whole bag. She was left in the
position for some time and then helped to the bathroom.

After a time she returned looking pretty beat up and drawn and the nurse
told us that we could go down to x-ray and they would run the test now.
We arrived at x-ray and Jane was told to sit on the table and as she did
I saw the large bag of white solution hanging next to it. The nurse
explained that Jane would receive an enema of the white solution which
would help outline the different organs and during the test air would
also be induced to move the solution along and distend the intestines.
Jane told the nurse that she did not feel she could hold any more enemas
after what she had just been through and the nurse told her not to worry
the nozzle had an inflatable cuff to take care of that.

Jane was told to get on her hands and knees and the nurse moved her gown
aside and using her gloved had lubricated her rectum and then the nozzle
and told her to take a deep breath as she slid the large nozzle inside.
Jane groaned and gripped the edge of the table. The nurse then began to
inflate the cuff causing more groans from Jane as the cuff expanded
inside her ass stretching the muscles.

Finally the nurse told us she was ready to start the solution and that
we could watch it progress on the little TV monitor at the head of the
table. She released the clamp and the solution started running as Jane
started to take some deep breaths and her stomach started to distend
again. I could also hear the air being pumped in with the solution every
so often and then Jane was yelling for them to stop she could not handle
any more. The nurse told her that we were about half done and that she
would give her something to make her relax and picked up a syringe and
wiped a spot on Jane’s upturned ass and quickly injected the solution.
Jane jumped from the stick but at this point was to wiped out to do much
more. The injection took effect fairly fast and her breathing calmed and
the rest of the solution was allowed to run in. The nurse removed the
nozzle and helped her to the bathroom which was just a few feet away and
Jane spent a long time there returning weak and shaky. The nurse told
her she could get dressed and be sure to drink lots of fluid to flush
out the dye.

I helped Jane home and to the bathroom numerous times before she got
back to normal. The test results showed nothing wrong and the doctor
told her that it would be a few years before she needs another one. I
don’t even want to think about her reaction at the next one.

Two medical assistants, both young women in their early twenties,
greeted me warmly and welcomed me to the company. I was led to believe
that a complete physical examination was mandatory for anyone newly
employed. One of the two, a blonde, led me into a fully equipped medical
examining room and instructed me to undress. I stripped bare and
presented myself. At the assistant’s suggestion I slipped my shoes back
on and I was ready. I had expected a gown of some sort, but to my
surprise none was offered. The second assistant was called into the room
and together they began to examine me. Part of the time I stood and part
of the time I sat and at one point I was asked to bend over and spread
my buttocks so that my anal area could be inspected. All results were
written down by one while the other poked around.

After about ten minutes of this the blonde asked me to climb onto the
table. I noticed the second girl was adjusting the stirrups. Nervously I
assumed the classic position with my knees raised and my feet well
spread. While I was lying there naked, one girl called on the intercom
for the doctor to come in.

The doctor was a young, handsome man.
Embarrassed and blushing I laid there nude as the two girls exchanged
greetings with the physician. With both young assistants in attendance
the doctor examined my vagina. Several times he slipped his gloved
fingers into me causing a sensation which I found curiously thrilling.
The girls repositioned me slightly and next I felt the doctor’s finger
slipping intrusively into my anus. The rectal exam seemed to take longer
than it should have, the doctor’s finger lingering almost casually. Both
assistants seemed riveted with interest and curiosity as they used their
hands to hold my hips in position. Finally the doctor, having completed
his duties, left the room.

The examination was far from finished, however. The blonde assistant
took me into the bathroom for a urine and stool specimen. Next came the
X-rays. For those I had to follow the younger woman down a lengthy
corridor to the X-ray department. I simply can’t describe the unusual
feeling of embarrassment I had as I walked along in just my shoes. I
felt so vulnerable. Just a half hour earlier I was sitting in my best
business suit being interviewed and now here I was in the same building
walking around naked! I suppose I’m over- reacting, but it all didn’t
seem natural to me.

At the X-ray room, the blonde turned me over to the technician on duty,
a middle aged woman who seemed to delight in barking orders in a gruff
voice. It was shoes off and onto the table as she positioned me this way
and that. To my horror I was ordered to remain in the final posture,
half kneeling with my bottom in the air, until the plates were
developed. I felt totally absurd. Suddenly I felt a hand patting my rear
end. It was the blonde assistant again. She reminded me not to move so I
knelt fast. Next the second assistant arrived to see how things were
going followed by the lab technician. They all stood around chatting. I
could have died from embarrassment. The door was wide open and another
female from one of the offices upstairs came in to spend her coffee
break. As soon as I could I got my shoes on and dashed back for my
clothes.

I got the job so I’m not complaining, but I couldn’t have imagined a
more embarrassing situation. The idea of having non-medical personnel
when a patient was nude seemed unthinkable. In fact later I described my
examination to the head of the steno pool. She seemed shocked and
surprised and told other female employees, especially the good looking
ones and a couple of them admitted to similar experiences. Oddly enough
these examinations always took place when the same two medical
assistants were on duty. One very attractive secretary said she’d been
called down every six months for a complete physical and always by the
same two young women. She just assumed it was company policy.

If there is something that I can do, just who should I complain to?
Obviously these two girls set company policy. Maybe they get their kicks
from having other women strip and be examined. Is there really any way I
can avoid them in the future?

She knew every inch, every statistic associated with her refection. She
was five foot three and one half inches tall, weighed 105 pounds soaking
wet.

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Her measurements were 33-24-35, a perfect size five, although she could
wear a size six equally as well. Her shoe size was also a size 6, 6B to
be exact. She wore a size 4 panties and a 32 B bra.

Her high firm breasts were neither too large nor too small for her
slender appearing body. Long blonde hair fell in lose waves to just
below her shoulders, accenting her golden tan.

It was a beautiful body she knew, one that caused long admiring looks
from men and quick jealous glances from women.

A body in excellent physical health and tone, obviously a woman who
exercised frequently to keep herself in shape. A perfect body… except
for one little problem. It wasn’t the body she had been born with.

In fact, until she had been so rudely thrust into the body, it hadn’t
even been one of her own gender.

Until a week ago, Tracy Lee Smith had been a man.

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“Now Tracy, until you settle down we won’t be able to finish the tests.”

“But I don’t feel sick, doctor.” Tracy said squirming uncomfortably as
the gray haired doctor attached some electrodes to his chest. The
conductive cream on the rubber cups was cold against his skin. He stared
at the ceiling of the examination room, willing himself to ignore the
cold electrodes.

“Right at this minute, yes. But as I’ve told you, you could drop over
dead at any second.” The doctor said, as he adjusted some dials on a
machine sitting next to the examination table.

Tracy glanced over at the machine and watched a needle on a dial swing
wildly from one side to the other. He looked up at the ceiling again. In
spite of his assertion that he was feeling fine, he felt a his stomach
become a little queasy.

“What is that thing supposed to show?” Tracy indicated with a nod of his
head the machine the doctor was adjusting.

“It measures your heart rate, among other things. Now be still until I
finish the reading.” The doctor commanded.

Tracy resumed watching the ceiling. In the half hour he had been laying
on his back, covered with only a small towel over his hips, the ceiling
hadn’t moved an inch. The doctor moved the small lamp that was
illuminating the room, sending the ceiling into darker shadows.

Tracy closed his eyes and sighed.

He must have fallen asleep; he realized when the doctor removed the
rubber cups with a quick snap of his wrist. Tracy rubbed his eyes and
yawned.

“Are you about through with that?” He was relaxed from his little nap,
but still annoyed that the doctor would ruin his afternoon like he had.

“All done. While you were taking you nap, I managed to complete all of
the necessary tests.” The doctor walked to the doorway and flipped a
light switch on. The bright fluorescent lights momentarily blinded
Tracy, causing him to blink.

“You can get dressed now. When you’re ready, come to my office and we’ll
discuss the tests results.”

A few minutes later Tracy knocked on the doctor’s office door. The
doctor invited him in and Tracy opened the door.

“Please sit down, Tracy. We have a lot to talk about.”

Tracy sat down in the easy chair across from the doctor.

“Tracy, I’m afraid that I have rather bad news for you.” The doctor
began gravely. “You’re dying.”

“So you’ve said.” Tracy said. His tone was almost defensive. All this
talk about him dying was making him nervous. “I think you’re wrong, I
feel fine.”

The doctor sighed. “I know. But all the tests indicate that you won’t
live much more than five or six months. Your heart could give out just
like that.” The doctor snapped his fingers. “Or it could slowly
deteriorate until it just quits. Either way, you’ll die.

“Is there anything we can do? A heart transplant or something?” Tracy
asked hopefully.

The doctor shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. Not even a heart transplant
will help. The only thing that would save you is a complete new body.”

Tracy looked dejectedly down at the floor. The doctor’s diagnosis was
exactly the same as the three other doctors he had seen. There was no
hope.

It wasn’t as though he’d abused his body. He’d exercised regularly,
didn’t smoke or drink and ate the right kinds of foods. Despite his
careful regiment, the doctors had all told him the same thing, he was
dying.

“I see.” Tracy started to rise. The doctor stopped him.

“Wait, Mr. Smith. I said that a heart transplant wouldn’t work.”

“So you said.” Tracy looked at the doctor expectantly.

“I read that there’s an experimental transplant research going on over
at the University Medical Center. It involves whole body transplants.”

“Whole body transplants?” Tracy sat back down in the chair.

“Well, not exactly the whole body. It seems that what they do is
transplant a part of the brain, the part that contains the personality
of the patient, into the brain of the donor.”

“A brain transplant? That sounds like something out of a science fiction
movie. It isn’t possible is it?”

“The Doctors at the Center seem to think so.” The doctor grew silent
while he waited for Tracy to digest the implications. “Mr. Smith, I’d
like to sign you up for the program.”

Tracy hesitated. “A brain transplant? I, I’m not sure…”

“Mr. Smith… Tracy, you have nothing to lose. At worse you’ll die in
six months anyway. At best, you’ll have a new life with many years ahead
of you.” The doctor smiled and pushed a stack of papers across his desk
to Tracy. “Go ahead and sign, Tracy, you’ve got nothing to lose.”

Tracy picked up the pen and began signing the consent forms. When he had
signed the last one he felt as though a weight had been removed from his
shoulders. All he had to do now is wait. He hoped it wouldn’t be too
long.

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The young messenger handed the clerk the thick envelope. As she took it
the young man leered at her, causing her to blush. She signed the
receipt and dismissed him with her eyes.

“Thanks a lot, gorgeous.” The messenger leered again.

“Your welcome, creep.” The woman said under her breath. She waited until
the messenger left the room before she opened the envelope. It was an
application for the experimental brain transplant program.

“What is it, Mary?” A woman asked from behind her.

“An application for the brain transplant program, Mrs. Harris.” Mary
said.

She read the cover letter from the doctor. “Looks like just what the
doctors are looking for.”

She thumbed through the release forms. “Damn, why don’t they fill these
things out properly?”

“What’s the matter?”

“The doctor forgot to fill out the sex of the patient.”

Mrs. Harris glanced at the forms in Mary’s hand. “What’s the name?”
“Tracy Lee Smith.” “Tracy Leigh? Pretty name. Sounds like she’s a girl,
Mary. Mark ‘female’ in the gender blanks and send it up to the
committee.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Mary did as she was told.

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“Well, Doctors, it would appear that we have a donor and a recipient
that are a match.” Doctor Hiram Bradshaw said to the Ethics committee.

The doctors looked excitedly at each other. “How close?” One of the
doctors asked.

Bradshaw looked at his notes again. “Out of a possible 100 points,
they’re a match at 96 points. They could be siblings.”

“If they’re that close, then why did you call us together?”

Another doctor asked. “Both have volunteered for the program, otherwise
we wouldn’t have even cross matched them. You don’t need the Ethics
Committee to decide whether or not to proceed.”

“Under normal circumstances, no. But this is a rather unusual case.”
Bradshaw paused. For the thousandth time he wondered how such a mistake
could have happened. “I believe I already mentioned that the patient and
the donor could be siblings.”

The committee nodded as one in confirmation.

“The problem is if they were, they would be brother and sister. They are
different genders, Doctors. So the question you must decide tonight is
do we deny the transplant and allow the recipient to die, or do we
proceed and turn a young man into a young woman?”

“Is there another patient or donor that we could use instead?”

“No.”

The Doctors looked at each other for a few minutes, each lost in their
own thoughts. Sometimes, the Ethics Committee had to decide more than
just the black and white decisions of life or death.

“Has this been discussed with the patient?”

Doctor Bradshaw shook his head. “No. The error wasn’t discovered until
the patient had been prepped and was in the operating room.”

“They’re ready to proceed now?”

Doctor Bradshaw’s silence confirmed the fact. The doctors looked at each
other again and nodded to the Ethics Committee Chairperson, a brilliant
young Gynecologist by the name of Nancy Webb.

“The Committee recommends that you proceed, Doctor Bradshaw.” She said.

Doctor Bradshaw smiled and gave the committee a slight nod. Now no
matter what happened it was no longer his responsibility. “Thank you
Doctors.”

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Tracy almost panicked when he realized that he couldn’t move. His
fledgling struggles stopped when he heard a woman’s voice telling him to
relax.

Tracy opened his eyes and looked up at the woman. She smiled back down
at him.

“Hello Tracy. My name is Doctor Webb, I’m the Chief of Staff and Chair
the Ethics Committee. The operation was a total success, Tracy. You’ll
be able to get up and walk around tomorrow. But in the meantime, I’ve
ordered bed rest, to allow you to adjust to your new body.”

Tracy blinked his eyes. His new body… his mind was in someone else’s
body. That would take some getting use to. He wondered if he would be as
tall as he had been before.

“How do I look?” Tracy managed to crock out. His throat was still sore
from the tubes he knew they had stuck in him. His voice sounded a little
strange, as though he had changed from a bass to a tenor.

“Under the circumstances, quite good really.” The doctor smiled. “The
donor was in excellent health and condition. I think that you’ll find it
will service you well for many years to come.”

Years? “How old?”

“I believe the donor’s records indicated that you will be celebrating
your twentieth birthday in another two months.”

My new body is only nineteen!, Tracy thought. He’d lost nearly twenty
years off of his real age. My, God, what I can do with another twenty
years added to my life, Tracy thought. His thoughts were interrupted by
a sharp pick in his arm. He glanced down just as the doctor removed a
syringe.

“I think that you need to sleep now, Tracy.” She said smiling. “When you
wake up again, you’ll be in your room, and on the way to recovery.”

Tracy tried to thank the doctor but was asleep before he could open his
mouth.

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“Ah, we meet again, Tracy.” Doctor Webb smiled down at Tracy when he
opened his eyes. Tracy looked around the room. He was in the hospital
room he’d been assigned, or one just like it, his hands seemed to be
held down by restraints.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” Tracy said truthfully. In fact he’d never felt more alive in his
life. It was amazing what a new healthy body twenty younger could do for
you.

“I need to do some tests.” The doctor smiled and moved to the end of the
bed. “So if you’ll bare with me for a while….” She ran her thumbnail
along the sole of Tracy’s foot. It jerked. The doctor did the same test
with the other foot with the same results.

“Now wiggle you toes.” The doctor watched intently as Tracy did as he’d
been ordered. She proceeded to check his fingers, all appeared to be
working as nature intended.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” Tracy said, feeling a pressure in his
bladder.

“That’s the catheter. It makes you think that you have to go, actually
it does the work for you. Tomorrow we’ll remove it.”

Tracy nodded, there wasn’t much to say about it. Still, it was an odd,
strangely unsatisfying feeling.

“Can you at least remove the restraints from my wrists?” Tracy asked.

“No, not yet. There is still a lot of tubes sticking in your arms and we
don’t want you to disturb them just yet.”

Tracy protest that he wouldn’t was cut short by the firm “doctor knows
best” look the doctor shot him. Tracy sighed and resolved himself to
being confined to bed for a while longer.

“But what if I get hungry?”

“The orderly will feed you.” Doctor Webb patted his thigh. “Don’t rush
it. You’ll be up and out of here in less than a week.”

“Yeah, sure.” Tracy replied.

They chatted for a while until the doctor’s pager went off. She glanced
at the number and excused herself, leaving Tracy alone with his new body
and his thoughts.

About an hour later, an orderly, a very attractive young woman, came in
with lunch. Tracy knew he hadn’t eaten in over 24 hours, but could eat
only half of it before feeling full. The orderly put the Television
remote control in his hand and left the room.

Tracy turned on the TV and ran it through the entire range of channels.
Nothing much interested him, so he turned down the sound to a whisper
and left it on. If nothing else, it would be a passive companion.

Tracy was bored. And with boredom, came the chance to think about his
new body. Since he was restrained hand and foot, he could do nothing
more than try to explore his body with his mind. Concentrating on each
feeling until he could identify it, Tracy went about mentally exploring
his body.

Some sensations, like the catheter hose taped to his inner thigh were
easy to identify and catalog. Others, such as the strange feeling of
sensitivity as the sheet rubbed across his chest were not.

Some things he just guessed at. Like his height, he knew he was shorter
than he had been before, and consequently probably weighed less too.

Tracy couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something wrong with his
body. It wasn’t just that it wasn’t his, it was more than that. There
were subtle differences that he could feel, some like his guess about
his height were difficult to explain.

Some were less so, like the weight on his chest. The donor had obviously
worked out a lot, and had developed his pectoral muscles almost to the
point of being grotesque.

He had neatly cataloged his body, or at least most of it when he began
to notice a warm tickle of liquid flowing down ward between his legs.
Concerned that the catheter had sprung a leak, Tracy pushed the buzzer
button to summon the nurse.

A few minutes later, an attractive nurse he’d never seen before came
into the room.

“I’m Nurse Webster. Is there something wrong, Tracy?” She asked.

Tracy wondered briefly why all of the medical staff kept using his first
name. He was unaware that they had been given orders to use his first
name to prevent a slip. In his current body, he certainly didn’t look
like a Mister. Tracy explained what he thought had occurred. The nurse
raised the sheet and his hospital gown and carefully inspected the area
in question.

“It’s alright. You must be imagining things. Besides what little leakage
their might be will be caught by the under pad.” She turned to leave.

“Wait Nurse, please.” She turned around and waited. “I’ve been laying
here since I woke up this morning. There’s something I have to know.”

A strange look crossed the nurse’s face. “Certainly Tracy, I’ll tell you
if I can.”

“What color are my eyes and hair?”

“Blue and blonde, in that order. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” She said
spinning on her heel and walking out of the room leaving Tracy with
nothing more than a memory of her terrific looking figure.

A blue-eyed blond, Tracy thought.

Just after dinner, Doctor Webb returned along with another doctor Tracy
thought he recognized.

“Good evening Tracy, how are you feeling now?” Doctor Webb asked.

Tracy glanced at the other doctor.

“Oh, excuse me. This is Doctor Bradshaw, he’s the Doctor that headed the
surgical team in your transplant.” Doctor Bradshaw nodded, but remained
silent, he was busy doing the same tests Doctor Webb had performed
earlier that day.

“Doctor Webb? I want to know something.”

She looked expectantly at Tracy.

“Is this new body of mine a girl?”

The doctors glanced at each other. “Uh

I had made an appointment for a Saturday afternoon, about 3 p.m. asking
for a three hour session. I rang the bell and was admitted in a place
that looked just the set of “ER” or something like that. You won’t
believe it, but they have a patient’s room, an emergency room, a
treatment room and an OR! Everything looked incredibly real, there were
stretchers and wheel-chairs around, tags on the doors and the lady in
question (Rava) was dressed in green scrubs, looking like she had just
come from a difficult operation…. a real fantasy world. I sat a while
in her office and we discussed the session. Then I was shown the patient
room and was asked to undress and wait there. I put my clothes in the
locker and found a hospital gown on the bed.

After a couple of minutes there was a knock on the door and a male
nurse, also in green scrubs, came in pushing a small stainless-steel
cart. He introduced himself as Marcus, the nurse in charge of my
physical and preparation. He checked me thoroughly, checking heart,
lungs and blood pressure. After that, he asked me to lie on the bed,
face down. I saw him taking some items from the cart. He put rubber
gloves on and opened a tube of KY-jelly (gulp!).

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He asked me to relax and breathe deeply. As I pushed my face in the
cushion closing my eyes, I felt a hand separating my buttocks, and then
something cold and slippery slowly massaging my anal opening. After a
while the feeling became really pleasurable and I felt something
awakening between my legs. Since I was face down on the bed, the
erection remained a secret of mine. Marcus kept moving his fingers
around my anal region, slowly and gently relaxing the muscle and
massaging the whole perineum. While he worked, he told me this was
necessary because he had to give me an enema, and after that he had to
perform a manual check of my prostate.

After this was done I was to be moved to the treatment room, where Dr.
Rava would give me a series of larger enemas and a prostate massage. I
felt another movement between my legs (ummm…). Suddenly I felt one
finger gently pushing on my anal opening, and the going slowly in and
out. “I’m lubricating your anus,” said Marcus, “Just keep breathing and
try to relax.”

I closed my eyes again, and enjoyed the movements of his hands. After
two or three minutes Marcus told me to turn on my back, and… bingo,
there was an unmistakable bulge under the gown. He just smiled, made me
rest my head on the cushion, and pushed the gown out of the way,
uncovering my privates. He put an absorbent pad under my buttocks and
made me bend my legs slightly so that I was completely exposed.

“Here we go,” he said. “It’s just one quart, to empty your lower
rectum.” He brandished a very large metal syringe with a HUGE nozzle
(gulp!). He slowly inserted the nozzle. I didn’t feel discomfort at all,
since my anus was now very relaxed. He pushed the water in, slowly but
steadily and I felt a wonderful warmth invading me. The pressure
increased immediately, though and in a couple of minutes the syringe was
empty. Marcus slowly retracted the nozzle and immediately, and without
further words, he inserted a butt-plug. I tried to protest, because I
felt I really couldn’t hold it for long, but he just shushed me and told
me to lie down.

I saw him spreading some more KY on his right hand, which was still
gloved. He positioned himself on my right side. He put his left hand on
my belly and started to massage me with slow, circular movements. His
right hand went to my penis, which, by now, had gone almost soft again.
His hands kept moving for a while, massaging my belly and my penis with
long, expert strokes.

Wellll… suddenly the water inside me wasn’t an urgent problem any
more. I felt my erection coming back again and in a couple of minutes I
was rock-hard and in imminent danger of exploding. That’s when Marcus
stopped his massage.

I came out of the bathroom, having expelled the first one-liter (about 1
qt.) enema. Upon entering the room, I noticed that Marcus had covered
his green scrubs with a long, light-blue rubber apron. As I closed the
door, he was snapping on a fresh pair of rubber gloves. He had
positioned the small cart on the left side of the bed, and I could see a
couple of very suspicious looking items… sigh!

“All right.” he said with a smile, “Come on here, and hop on the bed…
that’s fine. Now turn on your belly and stand on your knees… no, keep
your head and shoulders down, so that your buttocks are pointing up…
that’s it. Good boy. Now, keep breathing and try to relax. Here we go.”

Now I was on all fours, with my face pressed down in the cushion and my
butt up in the air… and I was starting to feel nervous. Once more I
felt a gloved hand separating my buttocks and the now familiar slippery
coldness of the KY jelly. Marcus repeated the anal massage, this time
his fingers moving faster.

He circled slowly the anal muscle and then gently pushed one finger
behind the sphincter, with an in-and-out motion. He continued this way
for a while, moving slowly and gently but expertly softening and
dilating my anus and the surrounding tissues. My whole anal region felt
warm and soft now and the pole between my legs lifted its head once more.

The massage went on for several minutes, and not without embarrassment I
noticed that I had started to drip some pre-cum (blush!). Marcus’
fingers went deeper now. At one point he told me to take a deep breath
and then release it. While the air escaped my lungs I felt something
touching a spot deep inside me, and my penis twitched.

“I’m touching your prostate, now,” said Marcus. “Everything seems OK. Do
you feel any discomfort?”

I could only shake my head no.

“Good. The shape and size is normal. And I see that your semen glands
work properly.”

Oh…man! “Now, for the last part of your physical, I’ll insert an
anoscope, and check for abnormalities. Please don’t move and keep
breathing.” I saw Marcus take from the cart what looked like a
transparent plastic tube with a sort of bullet-shaped head

I felt the finger retreating, and something MUCH bigger and colder
pushing on my anus. “It’s a small size, don’t worry. It won’t hurt. Just
push, like you’re having a bowel movement… that’s it. It’s inside.” My
anus gave way and the whole tube was in. Marcus pulled something free,
and there was a feeling of cold air inside me. I saw him switching a
pen-light on, and bending to look inside me… sort of embarrassing …!

I felt his hand adjusting the scope a couple of times, in the following
minutes, while he checked thoroughly my insides.

“Well, from what I see, you are perfectly all right. I’m finished. Let
me just clean you out, and then we can proceed to the treatment room.
Put your slippers on and wait for me.”

The huge tube was retrieved and I felt his hands once more, this time
wiping my anus, buttocks and (wow!) penis with some paper tissues. I
lowered my gown and sat on the bed. Marcus left the room for a while,
and returned with… a stretcher.

“Let’s do things properly. Jump on. It’s going to be a short ride,”. I
did as I was told and he wheeled me out of the room, in a very short
corridor. He stopped outside a white door, and told me step down and
enter.

This room was much bigger that my patient’s room. It looked REALLY like
an OR… no joking. There was a treatment table in the middle, covered
in green sheets, with stainless-steel stirrups and a huge lamp overhead.
The table was surrounded by lots of carts, shelves and chrome standers,
like the ones they use in hospitals. The whole room was decorated in
light-green and smelled of antiseptic. I could hear soft music playing.
Marcus made me lie on the bed and positioned my legs in the stirrups,
pulling high my gown. Once more, my genital and anal regions were
completely exposed, not to mention my half-erect penis.

“Here you are. Comfortable?” he asked me. I nodded, gulping. “Don’t be
nervous,” said Marcus. “I guarantee you’re going to enjoy this. Let me
fix your legs.” He adjusted the straps on the stirrups and fastened
them. “There. All done. Now, just relax and enjoy.”

He moved on the other side of the room and I heard noises, while he
busied himself with different instruments. At that point, the door
opened and Dr. Rava entered the room. She was still dressed in scrubs,
but had a long, white coat on, with a stethoscope around her neck.

Her manner was very professional and business-like. She greeted me and,
without further ado, started to palpate my abdomen, moving slowly down
to my testicles and anus. She pushed and prodded, she pulled my foreskin
down (I am not circumcised), she pulled on my sack, asking now and then
if I felt any discomfort.

After about five minutes of this, she turned and snapped on a pair of
light-brown rubber gloves.

“Very good.” she said. “Marcus checked you thoroughly and everything
seems to be OK, so I think we can proceed with the treatment… Marcus,
are you ready?”

I tried to watch between my raised legs, and I saw that Marcus was
approaching from the far side of the room. He was pushing a IV pole,
with two enormous rubber bags hanging from it…

Marcus wheeled the IV stand near the table. He wore a long surgical coat
now and had rubber gloves on. The bags hanging from the pole are HUGE.
They are both made of rubber (the amber, translucent kind), and there
are long, red tubes coming out form them. Suddenly, I felt something
between my legs. Dr. Rava was squeezing some kind of oil on my genitals,
from a plastic bottle. Marcus stepped on my right side.

“I need you to relax, now,” said Dr. Rava. “Try to concentrate on your
penis, it will make the water flow easier. The first enema is two liters
(about two qt.) and the third will be three liters. We’ll start with a
double inflatable nozzle, and then we’ll go to a colon tube. Breathe
deeply.”

She had a double inflatable nozzle in her left hand, connected with the
first of the two bags. I felt her right hand go to my anus, and start
probing. At the same time, Marcus started working on my testicles and
penis, slowly massaging the sack, and stroking the shaft, up and down,
spreading the oil…

Once again I felt a granite erection developing. Dr. Rava had her finger
inside me, carefully lubricating the whole anal region. After a while
(it’s difficult to say how long, with Marcus’ hands on me) her finger
retreated and I felt the rubber ball pushing on my anal opening. The
insertion was incredibly easy… my anus is soft and giving, there’s no
discomfort at all. My penis had a twitch and Marcus stopped immediately
… I think they want to save that for later. There was the soft hiss of
air. The balloon grew inside me. The outer balloon was inflated, too….
it looks like I’m ready.

Dr. Rava did something with her left hand, and the water started
flowing. It’s lukewarm, and pleasant. I closed my eyes and tried to
relax. My lower abdomen felt warm and soft. The hands on my penis were
at work again. Marcus massaged my belly too, spreading the oil, helping
the water find itsway.

Dr. Rava adjusted the nozzle several times, rotating it slightly and
rubbing my prostate in the process. I felt an explosion coming. The
pressure of the water was starting to increase. The warmth had now
reached my abdomen. My breath was coming faster now, the orgasm was
approaching. Marcus’ hands moved slower on me, his left and on my belly,
his right and going up and down on my erection, with deep and expert
strokes. I don’t think I can stand this much longer, I’m almost …

“There. It’s done.” I open my eyes. Dr. Rava was deflating the balloons.
The first bag was empty. Marcus threw his rubber gloves in the trash bin
and unfastened the straps holding my legs.

“OK, now you can get up and go to the bathroom. Move slowly… you’re
quite full.” I stood up slowly, my gown covering an eight-month-pregnant
belly. I walked carefully to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I
caught sight of Dr. Rava and Marcus putting fresh gloves on, and
preparing the next step… gasp!

I sat on the toilet and…. (I’m not going to tell you what happened…
think of something between Niagara Falls and a very messy explosion, and
you’ll get the picture!). It took a LOT of time, but in the end, I felt
empty and ready to go on.

As I re-entered the room Marcus helped me on the table and put my legs
in the stirrups once more.

“You’re doing great. This is going to be the last one… keep
concentrating.” He slipped a small rubber cushion under my buttocks, so
that now they were slightly elevated.

“We’ll use a colon tube, this time,” said doctor Rava. She showed me a
verrrrry long and thin tube. “Actually, it’s a very soft urethral
catheter, but it’s great for the lower intestine, too.” While she
talked. she was massaging my anal opening again. The tube was about 4
ft. long, glistening with jelly. She’s actually planning to push that
whole thing inside me…? Oh, man!

“Please, push your buttocks a little forward, to me… that’s it, very
good… you’re too tense. Lie your head down, and close your eyes…
Marcus?” Marcus nods, putting a large pad on my abdomen. He squirts some
more oil on my now-soft penis.

Dr. Rava lowered her hands and I felt a tiny something pushing on my
anal ring. At the same time, Marcus wentto work again on my penis.
Well… so be it! I closed my eyes and abandonned myself completely.

I felt water, already. “I’ll let the water in while I’m inserting the
tube,” said Dr. Rava. “The process will be smoother this way.”

The warmth was back again, joined with the strangest feeling… like a
tingling inside me. The doctor’s hands kept moving and more and more of
the rubber tube wentin. My penis was hard again, and Marcus was
massaging faster now. Circular movements on my belly, fast strokes on my
shaft. The warmth has spread once more. I breath deeply and arch my
back. there’s no pressure now, only an incredible fullness, and this
fantastic warmth all over me. I opened my eyes shortly and saw that the
bag is half-empty. My belly was bulging, my penis was hard as a rock.
Marcus added some oil tohis hands and watched Dr. Rava briefly. She
nodded and put two finger on my perineum, pushing on my prostate from
the outside. Marcus put one hand on the base of my penis and with the
other started his up-and-down massage again. This time even faster,
stopping on the head with small circular movements, like he’s squeezing
an orange… oh boy!

The bag was almost empty now. I felt the doctor’s hand between my
testicles and my anus, pushing, pushing… Marcus increased his pace…
and I feel it coming. Like an avalanche, when it starts you cannot stop
it. The pleasure became almost unbearable, their hands were all over me,
the warmth inside me has reached my chest. I arched my back again,
accepting the climax.

And I come. With long, sweet strokes, I saw the milky proof of my orgasm
squirting out of my penis, landing on the paper pad. Marcus helped me
prolong my orgasm, expertly pulling and pushing on my foreskin. It
seemed to go on forever… but (unfortunately) it was just for a few
seconds.

I fell back on the table with a last convulsion of pleasure. Marcus kept
my penis in his hand, gently milking the last drops of semen. For a
while, there was silence. Dr. Rava slowly and carefully retrieved the
long rubber tube from my anus.

“Very good. It looks like you enjoyed it. Now rest on the table for a
while, and then you can go to the bathroom. You’ll notice the pressure
all too soon! Move slowly… you’re full now. It’s been a pleasure
working on you. I hope you’ll come and see us again soon. Marcus will
clean you up and note your next appointment. Take care.” She throws her
gloves in the trash and leaves the room.

Marcus was cleaning my genitals with a warm towel. Then he unfastened
the straps and helpt me up. While I went to the bathroom, I saw him
smiling… He knows I’m thinking of my next session.

Well… that’s it, people. I hope you liked it. Remember… that was a
true story (The 95% of it). There IS a Rava’s clinic in Stuttgart, and I
didn’t exaggerate at all in describing it… it’s really amazing!

Dr Tushy Exam Nurse examines a blonde babe getting a thermometer up her ass.

I can’t remember the first time my mother ever took my temperature with
a rectal thermometer. Nor the second. Nor third. What I do remember,
though, is the thousands of time she probed me from the time I was five
until I was about fourteen. The procedure was always the same, almost
ritualistic in it inability to waver. I would lie on my tummy with my
pants down before Mom ever even entered the room. I knew it was coming
after all, why bother with modesty? She would arrive with thermometer
and Vaseline in hand, smiling at my willingness to cooperate and let her
have her way with my bottom without a fuss.

The Vaseline jar always sent a queer sense of unholy excitement through
me. To this day I cannot look at one without thinking of Mom and her
thermometer. The lid would be snapped off and placed on my headboard.
Mom would always insert the thermometer in the pale grease to lubricate
it, and I would swallow hard as it was left standing erect. It was
always kind of fun to examine new jars of Vaseline after Mom had used
them a few times because I could count the number of holes in the grease
and know exactly how many times she had penetrated my bare bottom. It
was not uncommon to count forty of fifty holes before the lubricant
would start to run together or get pushed out of shape by Mom’s little
finger.
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The thermometer was not the only thing to be lubricated. Mom felt that
my bottom needed a generous coating of Vaseline, both inside and out, in
order for the thermometer to slide in without discomfort. As I got older
and more adventurous, I realized this was not always entirely true.
Often, when I was in my more masochistic moods, and masturbating with
reckless abandonment, I would often insert a dry thermometer into my
bottom. It pulled at the skin of my anus only briefly and the sensation
could not really be described as pain, but rather as an unwelcome
advance. I genuinely enjoyed the feeling very much. As I would insert
and retract the thermometer from my pulsating rectum and spasming anus,
the pulling sensations of dry glass on unlubricated membranes began to
assuage into a pleasant glow, starting at the center of my anus and
working out to engulf my whole bottom and finally spreading to my
vagina. I would orgasm in quick pants and flushed quivers. It was,
needless to say, a truly enjoyable adolescence.

Of course, being a small child of about eight, I had no idea of such
pleasures awaiting for me in the budding of my womanhood, and I firmly
believed that the thermometer would do terrible harm to me without the
aid of the Vaseline and Mom’s careful ministrations. She would always
sit on the bed with me, something that made me feel especially close to
her in these times of hushed anticipation, and gently rub my bare bottom
in small circles, telling me I needed to relax the muscles. This was
done no matter how relaxed I thought I was, and no matter how loose my
gluteals were, and I was often forced to wonder, even during my
childhood years, if Mom really enjoyed touching my bottom cheeks. After
a while she would reach over and scoop a little dollop of the Vaseline
onto the little finger of her right hand. I would be transfixed by the
sight of that finger, the grease resembling a blister as it was
retracted from the depths of the jar. I knew where it was going, I knew
I was powerless to prevent it’s assault on my exposed bottom, and I
admit that by the age of eight, I no longer wanted to stop Mom. I very
much longed for, perhaps even needed her to touch my anus and massage
the lubricant into my tiny pink vortex. To me, the entire procedure was
an act of love. I quickly learned to associate lying face down with my
bare bottom facing the ceiling with my mother’s undying adoration and
would literally wait for her to tell me it was temperature time. And Mom
was never one to disappoint a child in waiting…

Strong fingers and a thumb were gently pushed into the crack of my
bottom. The fingers would then open, pushing the cheeks of my bare
bottom away from each other, the left thumb holding the right cheek at
bay, the fingers on the left cheek. To this day, it amazes me at the
speed and the ease at which my mother could always expose my anus to her
view. To her it seemed as natural a thing to do as breathing. There were
never any hesitations, never any reluctance, only myself feeling the
cool air swirl around my anus as I closed my eyes in morbid anticipation
and childish excitement.

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It is truly electrifying to have another person touch your anus. One
must cast aside the embarrassment factor and a repressed mental outlook
on sexuality, not to mention overcoming the unlikely prospects of poor
personal hygiene, and it will be noted that the anus and surrounding
skin is incredibly and intimately sensual. It is, after all, simply
teeming with nerves. This fact did not seem to be lost on my mother. She
would reach across to lubricate my bottom, the bed creaking just a
little, and at the sound of those few rusty springs I would always hold
my breath and clench my eyes as tight as I could, lost in a world which
is alive with physical sensation, anticipation and love.

Mom would never talk, just simply begin to gently rub the Vaseline
around my anus, being sure to also lubricate the soft skin held tautly
apart my her firm hand. My anus would always contract, a reflex I later
learned, but not knowing at the time I would always try with all my
might to keep my bottom hole from shrinking and pulling away from Mom’s
finger. I would even arch my back a bit, pushing my bottom up at Mom,
thinking this would compensate for my tiny opening made even smaller. It
never seemed to help, though, but was still rather fun to stick my bare
bottom up in the air. Something deliciously naughty and forbidden…
After a while, I noticed that although my anus would clench at her
initial touch, once Mom began to rub the area between my cheeks more
thoroughly, I slipped into a blissful state of total and utter
relaxation where Mom rubbed the Vaseline lovingly. And even though my
breathing was rapid and my pulse racing, my bottom and anus had
surrendered to her touch. My anus lay exposed and open to my mother’s
thermometer.

It was often at this time that Mom would attempt to push some of the
Vaseline into my now relaxed orifice. Using only her little finger, she
would stiffen the digit and softly, so very softly, begin to tuck the
grease into the folds at the very center of my opening. Each swipe
seeming more wicked, each stab driven by more and more gentle force, my
mind acutely aware of my mother’s intentions despite no words having
been spoken, the entire universe for me reduced to the resilient
pressure now being applied to my tender anus. I would always whimper
into the pillow, though from pleasure I am not sure. Whimpers turned to
a gasp, though, as my mother’s persistence was always rewarded with the
ring of my muscle surrendering to her Vaseline-laden probe of a finger.

For a while, I would lie impaled up to her second knuckle, suspended in
a whirlwind of vague humiliation and overwhelming physical sensation.
Then, softly, wordlessly, Mom would begin to slide her finger in and out
of my bottom with a regular rhythm that left me breathless with both joy
and tactile pleasures. Mom never inserted her finger into me further
than the second knuckle, although there were countless times where I
would have loved her to, but rather kept up a slow steady pace of
in-out, in-out, in-out. I remember my legs used to twitch on their own
from these sensations, and Mom always seemed amused by this. Finally,
after an eternity of internal lubrication, Mom would withdraw her
finger. She always continued to hold my bottom open and I wondered if
she like to watch my anus spasm, twitch, and close after her lubricating
efforts.

The thermometer was removed from the grease, sticky and shining like an
icicle in the bedside light. My heart lurching in my chest as I saw Mom
grab it carefully as to not to drop it. Still holding the cheeks of my
bottom wide open, Mom would shake the thermometer down over my bared and
highly stimulated wrinkled opening. I always expected some of the
Vaseline to fly off and hit my bottom, but it never did. Mom would
whisper a preview, and then I would feel it.

The sensation of having the silver side of the thermometer applied to
your previously stimulated anus is perhaps beyond words. If there is a
singular word to describe the overwhelming rush of pleasure, I have yet
to encounter it. I felt my breath catch in my throat and my heart stop,
and for some reason always became acutely aware of my toes curling in
response to the metal knob of the thermometer resting at the exact
center of my most private orifice. The thin glass probe was thrust
slowly into my being, my mother seeming to take forever and sliding in
further than I ever felt ready for. My eyes would literally tear at the
sensations, for as I said, this to me could only be described as love.
Nobody else I knew in my childhood cared enough about me to do this.
Nobody else ever seemed concerned that I might be getting ill, may be
coming down with a cold, may have a fever brewing. Only my Mom. For that
I loved her. And for that I loved her thermometer.

Only after the thermometer had been inserted about three inches did Mom
finally release her grip on my bottom cheeks, thus allowing them to
spring back into their original position, narrowing my crack and putting
light pressure on the glass rod extending up from deep between them. Her
hand would lightly cup my bottom, two fingers holding the thermometer in
place. I lay in almost sensual abandonment, of course mildly embarrassed
by the intimacy of the act, but all perceptions of humiliation were
always overpowered by feelings of blissful security as Mom lay her hand
on my bare bottom. I would shiver in the warmth and glow of this act.

Five minutes of sheer pleasure goes by quickly when you are eight years
old. Always too soon, I would feel Mom’s hand leave my bottom and grasp
the end of the thermometer to remove it. My buttocks were never parted
for this portion of the procedure, because I think Mom knew it felt
better to have the slippery probe rubbed against the insides of my bare
bottom cheeks. Not every time, but occasionally, she would twist the
thermometer ever so slightly as it was withdrawn, the exquisite
sensation giving me goosebumps on my bottom and thighs.

The void… Emptiness… The feelings of utter chagrin as the
thermometer is removed and held to the light for a reading. My rectum
had been transformed into a willing receptacle for another temperature
taking, but I was to be deprived. My temperature was usually
normal…hardly ever a reason for rechecks.

It was all right, though. Tomorrow would be another day. After my bath
Mom would want to check me again. Her devotion to my health was really,
truly exceptional.

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Plumping Crissy
By Doctor X

When Amber told me about the formula she had developed and how she had injected me with it I developed a plan for revenge. Crissy was very popular when I was in high school. Though I wasn’t popular back then I wasn’t bad looking either and I was the only one that ever had the courage to stand up to her. This really embarrassed her and she was always trying to embarrass me or prove she was better or some bullshit like that. That is how I knew that when Amber invited her to come and see what she had done to me that Crissy just wouldn’t be able to refuse the chance to mock and humiliate me. How I was going to love making that bitch as large as I had become.

Medical Video I could here Amber coming in the front door. I was lying on the bed naked as usual. At this size I can’t get clothes on without help and my stomach flab covers my crotch now anyway. Though since the day that Amber injected me with her formula my nipples had expanded greatly and my breasts were the fastest growing part of my body. I could hear them coming down the hall now. Crissy without knowing it would have already been on her way to becoming a BBW. The plan was for Amber to offer Crissy a refreshing glass of milk. Crissy, not wanting to be rude to her host, until she got what she wanted would naturally have accepted the somewhat strange, but reasonable offer.

They were coming in the room now. The moment I had been waiting for was finally here. Crissy looked just as I had remembered. She was 5′1″ tall, thin as a rail, and had small b cup breasts. When she saw me lying there on the bed in all of my 500lb glory she burst into laughter. “Its really true you’re nothing more than a blob of fat.”

“Yes, this is true Crissy, but I like being a huge blob of fat. Amber and I love each other and if she wants me to be this large then that is fine with me. I would do anything for her and she would do anything for me. She would even lure someone who hated me here so that I could have revenge on them.”

That got here attention and for a second she showed her nervousness. “Just how do you expect to get revenge on me when you can barely move that fat ass of yours?”

“Let me answer that question with one of my own. Have you had anything to drink since you’ve been here?”

Crissy’s eyes showed the terror that she was feeling inside at that moment. The milk that she drank started kicking in at that moment as well. Her speech slurred as she said, “What did you do to me?” Then she collapsed on the floor.

“She’s out cold,” said Amber stating the obvious. “She only drank one glass of that special milk. That much won’t keep her out for very long.”

“We can still have a little fun before she wakes up though.” I said as I pulled her in close to me and gave her a big kiss. She moved down to the bottom of my belly and I helped her lift my rolls of fat off of my rock hard cock. She sucked on me until I came, which didn’t take long with all the excitement and she swallowed all of my cum.”

By this time Crissy was beginning to wake up. Amber quickly went over, picked her up and brought her over to the bed. Amber laid Crissy next to me and I moved her head so that her mouth was on my nipple. She reflexively started sucking and was rewarded when my nice warm breast milk started flowing into her mouth. She had drained my left breast and most of my right before she woke up enough to realize what she was doing.

“No, no I can’t be doing this. What have you done to me you sick freak?”

“Hey, you were the one sucking my breasts.”

“I’m getting so tired. Must stay awake.” But it was pointless to fight the sedative was too strong for her to resist. As she slept I got to see her plump up before my very eyes. She was wearing a tight shirt that came down to just below her breasts leaving her tone tummy completely exposed. She also had on a tight pair of low rider jeans. If she had curves to show this would have been the outfit for it. Crissy’s exposed tummy was the first part of her body to succumb to all the calories that she had just consumed. It puffed out just enough to hang down over the top of her jeans. Her hips and butt were next. Expanding until the jeans exploded off of her exposing the jiggling fat beneath. Her face, chest and arms however appeared to have not been affected at all.

When she next awoke I knew that she would be addicted to the milk now and that she would eventually beg me to give it to her. So I waited for her to become completely awake before I did anything this time. “You’re filling out mighty well Crissy. Go take a look at yourself in the full length mirror over there if you want.
She got up and went over to the mirror. “No, I look like a total freak now.” She screamed and cried.

“This is true you do indeed look freakishly disproportionate. I can help you with that, but first you have to come over here and suck my dick.”

“I doubt that I could even find your dick in all that flab.”

“Fine if that is the way you feel then you can just stay like that for the rest of your life.”

“No, wait. I don’t want to be fat, but I definitely don’t want to look like this for the rest of my life either. I will do it.” She came over to me. I helped her raise my huge stomach off of my swollen cock and she took it into her mouth and gave me a great blowjob.

“That was great, Crissy. Since you helped me out I’ll help you now come over her and suck on my breasts.” She came up and sucked them both dry. She fell asleep again and again I got to see her plump up. Once again her stomach grew. It became large and round this time though. Her face grew round and she got a double chin. Her arms bulked up as well. Most interestingly to me however was the breast growth that she experienced. They grew to be at least two sizes larger than they had been splitting open her shirt. She was not wearing a bra so her breasts were fully visible to me at this time. As I looked on at her in her naked state I knew that life was going to be good from now on.

FIN

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