WALK
IN CLINIC |
By
Colin Graham Back |
I don't know why I forgot to wear men's
briefs that day, perhaps I was just so used to the
comfortable feel of silk panties I didn't even think
about it when I got dressed. Maybe I had an unconscious
desire to be caught; literally to have my little
secret uncovered. So here I was at the walk-in clinic,
with no desire to go home and change, just on the
off chance I might be caught wearing women's underwear.
Surely, if I had to disrobe they would give me one
of those gowns to wear.
It was the end of the day, and I could
see from the full waiting room at that it had been
a busy one. After nearly an hour I heard my name
called. Looking up from the six-month old magazine,
I saw that I would be the last patient of the day.
The pretty young nurse's assistant directed me to
a room at the end of the hall. As I stepped inside
she opened a cabinet and pulled out one of those
short cotton gowns that barely cover anything.
"Here you go," she said cheerily,
her eyes roaming the length of my 6-foot frame,
"Disrobe and slip this on. The nurse will be
with you in minute or two."
I knew from experience this would probably
be another long wait and since the room was a bit
chilly, I took my time getting undressed. Unfortunately
this time I was wrong. I had shucked everything
else and was just dropping my panties when the door
swiftly opened behind me, and a whoosh of cool air
swept between my bare thighs. I spun around, grabbing
the thin yellow gown to hold out in a feeble attempt
to cover myself. I forgot my panties, which now
lay bunched around my ankles.
"Sorry," The young woman in the
lab coat offered, "Not quite ready were you?"
She smiled, apparently amused by my discomfiture.
Flushing red, I attempted a comeback but
words failed me. She was strikingly beautiful. Her
eyes flashed with cool green fire as my own eyes
roved quickly over her well-curved figure. Her two
large breasts struggled against the confines of
the prim white uniform. I could see the white lace
of her brassiere peeking out from between the overstressed
buttons. I struggled for words but merely stammered.
"Relax hon," she said reassuringly.
"I'm the nurse. I need to ask you some questions
first."
She bent down to scoop up my briefs, took
a good look at them, and froze. I was so embarrassed
that I barely noticed the excellent view down her
blouse at her tanned cleavage. She stood up, holding
the filmy, powder-blue panties on the end of her
finger, and fixed me with a knowing smile.
"Hmm. . .Charming," she said,
holding the panties out on the end of her finger,
"You could have left these on. . ." When
I reached out she teasingly snatched them away.
". . .But there's no harm now in leaving
them off now. . .that is unless you're uncomfortable?"
Without waiting for my answer she turned
and hung them on a wall hook, then smiled as if
she had just mounted a trophy. Struggling to regain
my composure, I fumbled to unfold the gown and conceal
myself better. She reached out and grabbed the sleeves,
holding them open for me while nonchalantly looking
over the top at my exposed genitals.
"Hmm. . .Uh-huh. . .There you go,"
she said, winking as I slid my arms into it. "Now
let's get these strings tied."
The nurse stepped around to face my back
and her warm soft hand brushed mine. My cock was
now fully erect, its sensitive head brushing against
the front of the gown. I bent over a little so it
wouldn't show as much, but this caused the back
to open up. She was now presented with a clear view
of my ass, which she managed to preserve by putting
her fingers between the gown's edges, ostensibly
to work on the closure strings.
"These are a little difficult aren't
they?" she said casually, tying the string
at the top then moving down to tie the next one.
Her fingernails were scraping my back ever so lightly,
sending shivers up and down my spine that I was
sure she noticed.
"Th-thanks," I mumbled, trying
to keep my back toward her to hid my huge erection.
Even as she tied the top, her leg was close
enough to keep the gown hanging open at the bottom.
I felt the starched cloth of her uniform rub against
my buttocks and tried to think of something else.
Finishing, she quickly sidestepped around to face
me from the front again. I tried to hide the "tentpole"
in front of my gown by bending over again, but she
put a firm hand on my shoulder and stopped me. Her
gaze fell downward to take in the gown's bulge,
where my erection poked stiffly outward. My cock
twitched involuntarily beneath the thin cotton material.
There was a small wet spot where my pre-come had
soaked through. She smiled ever so slightly, and
picked up a clipboard from where she had laid it
on the counter.
"Please, sit down," she said,
"Let's start by going over your medical history."
I sat in the chair where she indicated,
its cold vinyl sneaking through the open crack in
the gown and sending another shiver up my spine.
I folded my hands and used them to cover my lap.
She noticed this and reached out to grasp my knee
as she sat down on a stool across from me.
"Relax honey," she said, her
green eyes mocking me, "I've seen it anyway,
and in your case there isn't much to hide."
I flushed red as she added, "I can see why
you might want to dress like a girl."
I answered all of the medical history questions
as best I could. My erection subsided a little but
I kept my hands where they were. By the time the
nurse finished and put the clipboard aside my erection
had shrunk to a manageable size.
"Now what brings you in here today,
missy?" she asked.
"Well, I've been having back and leg
pains," I replied, trying to ignore the insult.
"Also some abdominal cramping."
"How long has this been going on?"
"About four days."
She had me stand up and began poking and
prodding my stomach and kidneys. As her fingers
reached the top of my groin area I felt the surge
of another erection coming on. She pretended to
ignore the movement of the gown and continued prodding
me. Finally she told me to sit on the end of the
exam table.
"I need to take your temperature,"
she said, reaching into a drawer, "and for
you I think we'll do it rectally. Lay back, pull
your knees up to your chest and hold them."
I did as she instructed, which presented
my asshole to her in all its wide-open splendor.
She greased the end of the thermometer and swirled
it around the opening for a moment. Then she plunged
it into me and held it, her fingers resting lightly
against my sphincter. Her other hand lay lightly
on my ass cheek. I was now as hard as a rock and
ready to explode.
"Have you had normal bowel movements
recently?"
"Not really," I replied, trying
to be calm. Then I instantly regretted what I had
said, as it dawned on me what the next ritual might
be.
"Hmmm. . ." She had me describe
this more in great detail. Finally she pulled the
thermometer out and made a notation on her clipboard.
"Why don't we give you an enema before
we let a doctor see you." She didn't phrase
it like a question so I knew she was not waiting
for my opinion on the matter.
"I. . .I really don't. . ."
"Scoot up here and lie on your side,
girlie", she said grasping my arm with one
hand and leg with the other. "Lift this knee
up. . .that's it." Her manner had suddenly
become more dominating. She got out a pair of rubber
gloves and put them on with an authoritative snap.
I lay there facing the wall while she pulled
my gown completely open in back. A minute later
I felt her rub something greasy against my sphincter.
Her finger darted inside me for a brief moment and
I gasped. I had another raging hard-on at this point—fortunately
hidden by the gown over my front. I heard water
in the sink run and cupboard doors opening, then
her hand was on my buttock again.
"Just relax now," she said, her
fingers spreading my buttocks apart. She pressed
the cool nozzle against my exposed hole, paused
to be sure it was centered, then shoved it briskly
inward. The nozzle's end was rather large and I
winced in pain at the sudden intrusion. Once again
she casually laid a smooth hand on my exposed ass-cheek.
A moment later the warm liquid began to flood my
bowels. After a minute I felt a firm pat on my rear.
"Now you stay still, honey. I'm going
to step out for minute."
The door opened and closed leaving me alone
with a bag, a hose, and a raging hard-on. The strain
was too much. I moved my hand around front, hiked
the gown up, and started slowly jerking off. I was
just about ready to climax when I heard the door
whoosh open again. I froze in mid-stroke, and reached
to cover myself, knowing it was too late.
"Oh!" A female voice I didn't
recognize exclaimed, "What are you doing? Nurse!"
Still facing the wall, I heard footsteps
approach the exam table. My gown was briskly pulled
aside to reveal my throbbing cock, pulsing bright
red, pre-come glistening on its head. I craned my
head around to find the nurse and her young assistant
hovering over me, both of their faces flushed with
anger.
More nurses and female assistants entered
the room, watching me trying to cover up. One of
them pointed and they all turned to see my blue
panties hanging on the wall hook. There was some
giggling and whispering as the assistant explained
my "crime."
"Well, sissy," the nurse's voice
boomed mockingly, "Having a little fun are
we?"
The door remained open and I could hear
more women whispering, this time from the hallway.
I felt a tug on the hose as someone checked the
contents of the enema bag, now nearly empty.
"Okay, everyone out!" It was
the nurse's voice, angry now.
As soon as the door was shut she turned
to me and ran the nozzle a little farther up my
ass, getting my full attention. Not a word was said
until she was sure the entire contents of the bag
had been emptied into me. She kept moving the nozzle
around to emphasize how upset she was.
"This is a CLINIC, in case you hadn't
noticed. Your disgusting conduct is an insult to
my staff."
"I'm s-sorry," I managed to stammer.
She still had hold of the nozzle in one
hand, while her other hand gripped my arm. She twisted
the nozzle around inside of me as she watched me
wince in pain.
"Now you probably feel like you have
to empty this out, don't you?" Her voice was
low and menacing. My reply was cut off by a grunt
of pain as she shoved the nozzle in deeper.
"Well you can just keep your butt
cheeks clamped together for a moment while we talk."
She slapped her hand across my ass for emphasis.
"You don't seem to have much respect for me
or the other people who work here do you?"
I started to answer but she cut me off
with a glare and a sharp twist of the nozzle. I
remained quiet and concentrated on keeping my buttocks
pressed together. The liquid was sloshing around
in me, urging for release. The nurse, seeming to
enjoy my discomfiture, took her time.
"You embarrassed my assistant."
"I'm sorry," I murmured feebly.
"I could have you arrested you know,"
she said thoughtfully. "Lewd behavior, exhibitionism,
etc."
"Please. . .ma'am. Don't."
"Are you telling me what to do?"
She was nearly shouting.
"No."
"I hope not," she said leaning
close to my ear and speaking in a confidential tone,
"In fact I think you are the type who likes
to be told what to do, instead of the other way
around. Am I right?"
"Yes ma'am," I replied, trying
to give her answers she wanted so she wouldn't prolong
the one-sided conversation. I desperately needed
to go to the bathroom, but dared not say anything
unbidden.
"You're a sissy who wears girl's panties
too aren't you?"
She nodded at the wall hook where my panties
were prominently displayed. I nodded—there was no
point in denying it.
"You WILL cooperate now," she
continued, her voice rising in volume, "so
we can clear this up without getting the police
involved, won't you, sissy?" Her threatening
tone was implicit.
"Yes. . .ma'am. I'll do anything you
want." The thought of a nasty encounter with
the police and the possibility of public embarrassment
was an unwelcome one.
"Good," she said decisively.
"We have an agreement then. Let's get you cleaned
up, then set you up with another appointment."
This was too easy I thought, relieved.
She turned and began rummaging through a drawer.
I lay there hoping for her permission to relieve
my aching bowels when suddenly I felt my ass cheeks
pried apart. The nurse immediately began pressing
some kind of plug into my dripping hole. It was
too fat to enter at first and I grunted in pain.
She ignored my protests and moment later had shoved
the plug all the way in. I breathed a sigh of relief
as my ass closed back around the narrow base.
"Get up," the nurse demanded.
She clutched my arms and pulled me upright
and off the exam table. Then she pulled the gown
off me with a brisk motion.
"You won't need this, since you seem
to like exposing yourself."
Then she swung the door swing open and
motioned me out. Suddenly a cramp from the enema
fluid sloshing around inside forced me to bend over.
I heard laughter and snickering from the hallway.
When the cramp subsided I looked up to see no less
than four women looking at me. Their expressions
ranged from amused to hostile. Naked, flushing red
from embarrassment and with a large plug planted
uncomfortably in my ass I was led out into the hallway
and down to a large bathroom.
Unfortunately it was large enough for two
of the women to stand beside me as they backed me
around to face the door. My cock was now fully exposed
wagging obscenely at half-mast, inducing a few snide
comments from the two remaining women who stood
in the doorway watching.
"Here sissy-girl, squat down"
the nurse said, pushing me down toward the toilet.
"Now, on the count of one I want you to reach
down and pull the plug out of your ass. On the count
of two, I want you to sit down, and on three, empty
yourself. Okay?" I nodded, squatting down and
reaching back to where I could feel the end of the
butt-plug..
"One!" the nurse yelled.
I pulled the plug out, then strained to
keep the fluid from exploding out of me.
"Two!" a chorus of laughing voices
came at me and I sat down, still managing to hold
in the torrent pushing against my strained bowels.
"Three!" The screaming laughter
from the women almost drowned the sound of me voiding
myself into the bowl. I managed to thrust my swollen
cock down between my thighs, hiding it from view.
This elicited even more laughter.
There was a large shower stall in the room,
large enough for wheelchair and assistant I presumed.
The nurse pushed me into it, and had me lay on the
cold plastic floor. I heard some whispering outside
the stall and a moment later a pretty young assistant
stepped into the stall. I immediately noticed that
she had removed her shoes and panty-hose.
"Close your eyes, sissy," the
nurse ordered, and I immediately complied.
I heard shuffling, then the back of someone's
bare ankles touched against the top of my shoulders.
When I felt a presence near my face, followed by
the unmistakable smell of a woman's vagina I slit
my eyelids open just a little. The young assistant
was squatting right over my face, her brown bush
parted to reveal her slick cunt lips.
"Keep your eyes closed, sissy,"
the nurse commanded sharply. "But open your
mouth—wide!”
Just as I opened my mouth, expecting the
girl to lower her dripping pussy onto it, a torrent
of warm urine gushed out. I spluttered and coughed,
starting to get up.
"Stay still!" the nurse yelled,
planting her foot on my crotch, the threat obvious.
So I laid there while the girl emptied
her bladder on me. Her piss streamed down my face
and into my ears, nose and hair. I could hear the
others laughing right outside the stall. Finally
my tormentor stood up and sprayed her feet clean
with the spray-hose. As she stepped out someone
handed her a towel and she wiped her feet dry. I
began to get up.
"Not so fast, sissy!" the nurse
said, pushing me back down with a firm kick. "Anyone
else need to go?"
Outside the stall door I could see two
women kick off their shoes and begin pulling down
their panty-hose. Surprisingly, I didn't mind the
thought of repeat performances; I even managed to
get a good close-up look at each of their swollen
cunts just before they unleashed their stream of
piss on me. Of course I wound up gagging on their
piss each time, finally vomiting on myself, to the
laughter and amusement of my all-girl audience.
Finally The nurse handed me the spray nozzle
and told me to clean up, and quickly. When I finished
she handed me a towel, then took it away as soon
as I had dried myself off. Then I was led back to
the exam room, still without the protection of a
gown. This time the door was left open for the benefit
of my new audience.
"Time for your exam, sissy" The
nurse patted the exam table and motioned me toward
it.
I was made to sit on one end of the examination
table. Hands pushed my chest backward until I was
lying back onto the paper table cover. I heard a
clanking noise as the nurse reached below the end
of the examining table and pulled on something.
Then several pairs of hands were lifting my legs
and bringing my knees up toward my chest.
"Slip your feet into these,"
she said.
My feet were placed in the stirrups. Then,
I felt her pulling on my hips.
"Slide your bottom down here."
I found that my butt was now hanging slightly
over the end of the table. My legs were spread open
and positioned in the stirrups. It occurred to me
that this was a position more appropriate for a
woman's pelvic exam. I lay fully exposed but because
of the gown stretched between my knees I couldn't
see my cock, which I now felt hardening again. Someone
crouched down between my knees and put her fingers
lightly the inside of my thighs, as if to spread
them further. Her breath washed across my flesh,
causing my cock to twitch convulsively.
I heard someone open a cupboard and unscrew
the lid of a jar. A moment later hands were spreading
my buttocks even further apart. I felt a greasy
stroke of finger against my anus, then she plunged
a smooth gloved finger inside, its passage aided
by the grease.
"Unnhhh. . ." I grunted involuntarily
at the intrusion.
"My oh my," exclaimed a voice,
"We have a problem."
"Oh, yes," another voice exclaimed.
"Looks like a tight one." More laughter,
followed by murmurs and whispering, then the sound
of a drawer being opened and the clanking of metal
inside.
"Hmmm. . .This should do," the
nurse said turning to face me.
In her hand she held a shiny stainless-steel
device with a tubular end. I guessed it was a speculum—a
type of instrument commonly used for vaginal exams.
It was also quite large. I could not imagine that
my rectum would accommodate it, despite the earlier
stretching it had received, and I said so.
"Slap! Slap!" Her open handed
blows landed painfully across my exposed ass cheeks.
"Shut up you little sissy! No one gave you
permission to speak!"
Someone wrapped my feet into the stirrups
with tape, then I felt the nurse force the speculum
against my red and swollen sphincter, and pressed
hard.
"Aaagh!" I cried out. "Ohhh.
. .G-Gawd. . .Unnhhh!" She continued to push
until the monstrous instrument was fully buried
in my ass. I lay gasping for breath as she leaned
over me, a cruel smile on her lips. Then she began
adjusting the device, forcing the jaws open. Just
when the pain became unbearable she stopped.
"That's not so bad is it?" she
whispered, bending down, her head so close to mine.
I could feel her warm breath caress my neck.
"Uh. . .Uhhhh. . ." I mumbled,
tears streaming down my face.
"Good!" she exclaimed, cranking
the device closed again. "Then you're ready
for the manual exam."
She slid the speculum out of my bruised
hole, but before I could draw another breath she
replaced it with her finger. I grunted again as
she hooked her long digit and cruelly twisted it
around in my ass.
"Ah, yes nice and loose now,"
she murmured. Suddenly she shoved a second finger
inside of me, and—before I could protest—another
two fingers went in. A moment later the tip of her
thumb pressed insistently against my sphincter.
"Ahhhhh. . .nooo, please," I
gasped, realizing what she was attempting.
She kept pushing anyway, twisting and digging
until all five fingers were inside of me. I struggled
and cried out, but my feet were firmly fastened
in the stirrups, and other hands held the rest of
me in place. Just when I thought the nurse would
split me open, someone grasped my rigid cock and
began stroking it. My screams soon turned to moans
as the helper’s expert hand distracted me with waves
of pleasure..
"Ohhhh. . .g-gawd! Unnnhh. . ."
The nurse had finally succeeded in getting her entire
fist into my ass. I was in agony and ecstasy, as
the helper brought me to the brink of climaxing.
Finally the combined sensation of the nurse’s fist
in my bowels and her assistant’s rapid stroking
of my cock pushed me over the edge. With a final
agonized scream I began shooting out torrents of
cum which landed in hot gobs on my stomach and chest.
My sphincter tightened the aching intrusion in my
ass in spasms as I continued ejaculating. I vaguely
heard laughter in the background but nothing else
seemed to matter, as I willed the strange hand around
my cock to continue milking those last pulsing spurts.
Finally the nurse slid her hand out of
my ass. I cried in relief as her fingers slipped
wetly from my tortured hole, although it continued
to feel stretched, breezes wafting inside the tender
gaping opening. The assistant continued squeezing
out every drop of cum possible from my deflating
cock.
"There," the nurse said, stepping
back from the table and running a gloved finger
through the pool of cum on my stomach and chest.
"Aren't you a sight!"
Someone removed the tape from my feet and
lifted them from the stirrups, while the assistant
who had masturbated me got a damp towel and mopped
the cum off of my front.
"Roll over on your side and face the
wall," the nurse ordered brusquely. "Ice!"
she commanded
One of the other women held out a bowl
and I heard the sounds of ice cubes rattling around
in it. A moment later she shoved a cube into my
rectum, followed by another, then several more.
The coolness actually felt good on my flaming skin.
"That's enough—for now anyway,"
she said, pulling the glove off with a loud snap.
"Get up!"
I stood up painfully, shaking at the knees.
I felt a little dribble of enema residue and melting
ice slide out of my newly widened hole and roll
down my thigh. The nurse noticed it immediately
and ordered me to bend over, ass facing the audience
in the doorway, of course. She dug something out
of a cupboard and I heard paper tearing as the other
women began giggling.
"We can't have you soiling yourself
on the way home," she said, ramming a tampon
tube into my asshole and injecting it contents into
me. When it was all the way in she pressed her thumb
down and deftly pulled the empty injector-tube out,
tossing it in the trashcan with a flourish and eliciting
applause from our audience. I stood up and felt
the faint tickle of the tampon string hanging between
my thighs.
"All secure there now are we missy?"
the nurse taunted, tugging on the tampon string.
Next I was ordered to stand perfectly still
while a nurse's assistant took complete measurements
of me, at times assisted by one of the other women.
Both women busily ran their hands over every part
of my body, going way beyond what seemed to be required.
They even gave a few playful little tugs on my tampon
string on followed by a slap on my buttocks.
By this time I was getting cramps from
the ice cubes. The nurse stood by and wrote down
all the measurements, ignoring my moans and the
antics of my tormentors. I could feel the tampon
swelling up with water from the melting ice. Finally
the nurse wrote some instructions on her clipboard
and handed me a slip of paper.
"Your next appointment is tonight
at 9pm."
"But the clinic is closing. . ."
I began.
"Shut up!” She slapped my face, hard.
“Some of us will be here—especially for your appointment.
Now that paper lists some things that you must wear
when you come here. I have also written sizes down
for you. Since we have established that you are
obedient to me you should have no trouble complying.
Any deviation from this will be considered a breach
of our 'agreement.' Do you understand?"
I stared unbelieving at the list. It was
all women's underclothing: thong panties, lace brassiere,
camisole, garter belt and nylon stockings. The color—white—and
even the store to buy it from were specified. She
seemed to take pleasure in my shocked look.
"Don't look so surprised, sissy girl.
You know this is what you are meant to wear."
She looked at me threateningly and pointed
a finger in my face. "Are we clear on this?"
I faltered for a moment, gazing dumbly
at her finger which only moments before had been
buried in my ass. How had this woman made me her
slave so quickly? I realized she had given me what
I deserved and perhaps even wanted, all along.
"Yes ma'am," I then answered
quietly.
"Good. Now get dressed and get out
of here. You've got some shopping to do."
She threw my clothes at me carelessly scattering
them. As I bent over to pick up my panties she moved
up behind me and gave the tampon string another
sharp tug. It was now quite large, swollen with
water and firmly—and painfully—embedded in my freshly
violated ass.
"And leave this in," she ordered,
giving the string another tug, "We don't want
you soiling your new undies."
I heard someone whisper, and then more
hands grabbed me from behind.
"Good idea," the nurse said,
then to me: "Come here sissy. Spread your legs
and stand still." She grabbed my now deflated
cock and wrapped some of the sticky surgical tape
around it. Then she pulled it back between my legs,
and with a final sharp tug my cock was stuffed up
between my ass cheeks. Her fingers worked
busily tying the tape and the tampon string together
for a moment.
"Stand up sissy!" she ordered,
giving me a sharp slap on my bottom to signal that
she was done.
I stood up, my genitals now painfully gaffed
back between my legs and secured to the string from
the swollen tampon. She made me turn and display
myself to the other women, who laughed and applauded.
"Put her panties on and she'll look
just positively feminine!" one of them suggested.
The nurse held out the panties and had
me step into them. As she pulled them up around
my hips she adjusted my cock and balls some more.
The result was smooth curve showing against the
front crotch panel of the panties. I stood there
in shock, looking down at myself. In the short space
of an hour I had been humiliated, ravaged and "sissified,"
and I knew my trials had only begun.
This was confirmed when I turned to retrieve
my clothes. They were gone. I turned back to see
that the nurse had taken a bundle of white cloth
from one of her assistants. She smiled and shook
it open, then held it out in front of me. "Yes,
I think this should fit a big girl like you."
It was a one-piece shift, with short sleeves.
It looked like it would cover me down to about 3
inches below my knee. Then an assistant held out
a pair of white panty-hose toward me. I hesitated,
but the stern look the nurse gave me, told me my
choices were limited. I took the panty-hose and
began pulling them on. After some careful struggling
I managed to get the sheer white garment up my legs
and around my sore ass without tearing it. Then
I took the dress from the nurse and stepped into
it, pulling it up around my slender frame.
"Don't forget honey," the nurse
reminded me as I was buttoning up the front, "Be
here at 9pm sharp!"
She gave me one last hard slap on my bottom,
and left with the other women. I could hear their
laughter echoing down the hallway as I slowly finished
dressing. I looked at the window, now darkening
in the evening twilight, and hoped I could get to
the car without bumping into anyone. I pulled on
my white tennis shoes and breathed a sigh of thanks
that they didn't clash with my new "uniform."
At last I wobbled toward the door, hips swaying
involuntarily as my sore ass attempted to adjust
to the tampon stuffed up inside it.
The End. . .of the beginning.
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