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"Hello, Amelia," said the doctor, a middle-aged woman with a gentle smile, "I see you're here for your post-surgical follow-up exam. Is that right?"
Amelia nodded. The papery exam gown crinkled as she shifted nervously.
"Do you mind answering out loud? As part of the research and development program, we're recording all of the medical care relating to your surgery for NeoLife's records." She pauses. "You were given the consent forms for this?"
Amelia nodded again, then blushed. "Yes, I— yes to both, I am here for that, and I signed the forms." In fact, NeoLife Co. had given her a whole packet of things to sign when entering the program, before her surgery, and before this appointment. As desperate as she was to transition (and as tedious as the legalese had been to read), she'd given up reading it all somewhere in the middle of that first batch. Everything she researched about the program online had sounded amazing.
And it had been. Her vaginoplasty — or whatever the new trademarked term for this 'state-of-the-art', 'technology of the future' technique was — had been scheduled within the month, healed shockingly quickly, and had given her results better than she had dreamed of. She was only nervous now because she was convinced there must be some catch, some complication. She told the doctor all this, aside from her anxieties, as she asked her pre-exam questions.
The doctor kept smiling and nodding, and the knot in Amelia's stomach started to loosen.
"Alright then," she said eventually, "I think we're ready for the exam. Could you move over to this chair here?" She gestured at the gynecological chair set up to the side of the room. Amelia had only ever seen one before, and her nerves came right back. Her face warmed as the doctor helped her settle her legs on the stirrups. The gown did nothing to keep her covered in that position.
Her stomach flipped with more than anxiety as her legs spread. They'd had her on a special cocktail of hormones and other drugs during her recovery. These were supposed to speed up the healing and get her vagina 'up and running', self-lubricating and managing its pH and all the other things NeoLife promised their treatment could do better than any other. But really, what Amelia noticed beyond anything else was that it made her shockingly horny and sensitive. She felt like a teenage boy so much more than during her first puberty, when she'd still thought she was one.
And a pretty doctor was about to poke around inside of her. Heat coiled into her pelvis, and her pussy decided to show off its self-lubricating.
Amelia bit at her lower lip and stared resolutely at the ceiling, resisting the urge to stop the doctor and cover herself. Better to get this over with. Maybe she wouldn't notice. And it was all being recorded anyway. What was Amelia supposed to say? Please, doctor, stop, this routine exam is making me wet, for all the researchers or doctors or whomever to hear? Fuck, her face must have been tomato red already.
The doctor ran a cool, gloved hand around Amelia's pelvis, pressing lightly, and dragged a finger down through her folds. Amelia flinched and broke out of her thoughts. The doctor let out a thoughtful hum as she pulled around Amelia's lips.
"You've healed quite nicely. There's hardly any sign of external scar tissue or granulation." She massaged Amelia lightly as she said this, probably feeling for any scar tissue she couldn't see, but even that benign stimulation had Amelia tensing her thighs to keep her arousal in check.
"Your surgery was... one month ago, correct?"
Amelia choked out, "Yeah, just over, actually."
The doctor made a noise of approval and, without further warning, moved up to—
"Ahh," Amelia moaned. The doctor had pulled back the hood and rubbed right at her clit. Amelia's pelvis rose against her best efforts. The pleasure was electric and bordered on painful, but it felt better than anything had before her surgery.
"Sorry, I'll try to give you more warning before I move to a new area," the doctor said, but didn't stop rubbing. A sheen of sweat broke out on Amelia's forehead.
She'd just moaned in a doctor's office; god, she wanted to bury her head in the sand. The shame did not do a damn thing to temper her arousal, no matter how she wished it did.
The doctor's thumb kept swirling. If she hadn't been clenching her jaw to keep any more embarrassing sounds locked inside, she would have asked what exactly she was doing.
This was probably normal. It was probably her being weird and horny and making the doctor uncomfortable.
"You're looking fine there, Amelia. I'm going to insert a finger now, alright?" Amelia squirmed as the doctor stopped her ministrations. Her whole body was tingling, her nipples were hard, and she'd only gotten wetter. (The doctor was going to feel that for sure.) "Amelia?"
Oh, she was looking for a response now that Amelia had overreacted once. She wasn't just going to let her lie back and tune it all out.
"Uh, yes, fine," Amelia squeaked.
The doctor's finger pushed past her opening, the first thing she'd ever had in there. She probed deep and slotted a second finger in. Amelia tried to think of anything else.
"You feel that?" The doctor curled her fingers, rubbing and pressing them harder into Amelia's walls. Amelia could barely breathe. She didn't want to hear it come out in pants, but she couldn't keep it steady. "That's your G spot. How does it feel?"
The question barely registered past the sparks of pleasure and the growing desperation in her guts.
How does it feel? Like she might come if the doctor didn't move along from that spot.
"Good," she forced out.
"Good?" the doctor repeated. "So, no pain? No discomfort or irritation?" She pressed harder. It was agony, but no, not pain.
"Yeah— I mean, yes, no pain."
The doctor pulled back.
Amelia held in a whimper at the sudden absence and took a few steadying breaths.
The doctor stripped off her gloves and jotted down notes on her clipboard. "Accelerated healing regimen appears successful. No abnormalities to the vulva or vaginal walls. Nerve re-connection was highly successful and entering end stages. Minor swelling, but no reports of pain or numbness from the patient..."
Amelia closed her eyes for a moment, feeling her sweat cooling on her skin. That hadn't been so bad.
"Now, Amelia, we're going to test depth and elasticity."
Amelia's eyes popped back open. "What?"
"I know we discussed that with our new procedure, dilation likely won't be necessary. But since you're part of our trial group, NeoLife needs to collect some data about how the neo-vagina is maintaining itself. This is done with a technique not unlike dilation."
Amelia squirmed. Her stomach flipped. "Okay..." she said hesitantly. What else could she say? The doctor smiled reassuringly at her before wheeling some sort of machine to rest between Amelia's legs. From beneath the counter at the side of the room, the doctor pulled out a case and flipped it open.
Amelia's eyes widened. The case contained what must be the dilators or measuring tools or whatever they called them. They were just plain silicone rods with measurements along the side, flat bases, and rounded tips. Nothing special except -- her eyes went down the line from smallest to largest -- they were huge. The smallest one, sure, that might be fine, at only six inches, but the largest one was longer than her forearm and twice as thick. She was suddenly hyper-aware of the cool air on her exposed pussy and the restraints holding her feet in place.
"Uh..." She swallowed. "Are you going to... use all of those?" Her voice came out high and reedy.
The doctor smiled that same measured smile. "No, I don't think that will be necessary. Based on what I felt when I was inside you, I think we can start here." She held up the third rod in line, nine inches and girthy, but still -- Amelia flushed at the thought -- still human-sized. What was the point of the larger ones? Her girlfriend wasn't even as large as this one, much less the monster at the end of the line. Who needed a vagina that could accommodate that?
While she was caught up in thought, the doctor had come around between her legs.
"Wait!" Amelia burst out. "I meant, do we need to get all the way up in size?"
"Oh, we'll get as far as we can. It's important to gather this data. But let me know if anything hurts or gets too uncomfortable for you, alright?" Why was it important? Amelia wanted to ask, but she couldn't bring herself to explain to the doctor that she'd been thinking about her girlfriend's dick. She had to think of these just as tools, not dildos, not dicks. Her heart still fluttered in her chest.
"I'm going to start now," the doctor added after a moment of silence. "Just manually at first, then we'll hook these up to the machine when we have a comfortable size."
Amelia was about to ask about the machine when the doctor plunged the rod into her. Amelia gasped. Her hips rose off the chair. The doctor swirled the rod around inside her. Waves of pleasure rolled over Amelia. The doctor thrust it in and out of her at different angles. Amelia's hands balled up around the papery gown covering her torso. Then the doctor pulled out, returning the rod to the counter, and grabbed a larger one. Again, she thrust in and out of Amelia with no preamble. Amelia could feel her insides stretching. She felt it rub against her newly created G spot, sending electric currents up her body. Her breath was coming out in sharp gasps now. She bit down on the side of her cheek to keep all the noises building up inside her down. Her hips wouldn't settle back to the chair, but she tensed everything to keep them from bucking.
There was another moment of relief and disappointment that left her lightheaded as the doctor switched again to a larger rod. She thrust it almost violently into Amelia. There was no gentle easing in, no checking that Amelia could handle it. Through the fog of pleasure, Amelia thought this couldn't be right. The doctor shouldn't be treating her like this.
Right?
The doctor pulled back the lips of her pussy, her thumb brushing up against her clit, still thrusting rapidly with her other hand. Amelia nearly jerked off the table.
"What are you doing?" she yelped.
"Just getting a clearer look. We want to make sure the measurements are correct so we don't have to repeat the test." Amelia couldn't see her face, but she could hear the hints of that smile in her voice, calm, reassuring, like something meant to soothe an unreasonable child. She shifted her hold, and her thumb stroked Amelia's clit again.
Amelia's head fell back against the table, eyes up to the white paneled ceiling, as she shook. She couldn't let the pleasure overwhelm her. She didn't want to cum. She didn't want her first orgasm with a body she was finally comfortable in to be in a sterile exam room to a silicone rod and an uninterested stranger. Her eyes closed, and she pictured her sweet, beautiful girlfriend smiling at her -- the woman who'd been at her side for years, who'd helped her through her recovery, who was always so gentle, never pushing her even when Amelia's dysphoria overwhelmed her and kept them from the kinds of intimacy they both craved. She wanted Jen, not this.
The rod came out, the fingers retreated, and Amelia sagged, still aching with arousal. The pause was longer this time. Amelia lay sweating and heaving in breaths before glancing over to see the doctor looking at her with a cocked head. Amelia looked away, ashamed. Maybe it wasn't supposed to be like this. Were the doctor's other patients this sensitive? This easy?
She didn't know anything about this procedure, but people talked about dilation hurting or feeling awkward, not arousing them. The doctor had said this was similar. And cis women didn't get off on their gyno exams either. She pulled the gown up from where it was slipping, almost putting her bare breasts on display, and felt like a whore.
Lost in her shame, the doctor's next thrust came as a surprise. Her body arched, and she bit down on her cheek so hard the taste of iron filled her mouth. "Uhn!" A strangled moan escaped her throat.
The doctor held the rod there, its base grinding against her, as Amelia squirmed. God, it felt like her pelvis was pulling apart. It was further inside her than she thought possible.
The doctor pulled it all the way out. Its tip just grazed her lips in a pregnant pause. She slammed it back in.
"Mmm, uhn!" Amelia kept her lips pressed tight, but to her shame, muffled sounds still squeezed out. This was torture. This was too much. She was going to--
The doctor retreated again. Amelia throbbed with need and shook with the strain of holding it back. It had to stop. She wanted to go home.
"Um." Her voice was hoarse and weak. "I'm, uh, I'm feeling uncomfortable. I think I need to stop."
The doctor paused and turned to look at Amelia from where she was setting the rod back on the counter. Amelia wanted to tell her not look at her, instead she just whispered, "Sorry."
"Oh, sweetheart," the doctor said, "it's okay. You only had one size left anyway." Her hand fell to the monster, and Amelia felt lightheaded. How had she even come close to that thing? She let out a sigh of relief. Her body slowly started to calm down.
"Now, I'm sure you can take this, so let's skip right to hooking it up to our machine, and then we can be done." She said it so sweetly, Amelia didn't process what she'd said until the doctor was clicking the monstrous thing into place on the machine she'd almost forgotten about.
"Wait." Her heart thudded in her chest. "Wait!" That thing would practically hit her rib cage. "I said I needed to stop!" She pushed herself up on her elbows, but with her legs still stuck in the stirrups, she couldn't get much farther than that.
The doctor patted her knee. "Yes, I heard you, but--" She swirled a finger around Amelia's dripping pussy and flicked her clit, reigniting the pleasure in her gut that had only started to fade. "-- I know this isn't really hurting you yet, Amelia, and NeoLife needs their data. You signed all the agreements." She ended in almost a singsong voice.
Then slammed the last dildo -- Amelia could pretend she didn't think of it that way anymore -- in to the hilt.
Amelia screamed. Something was going to tear apart inside her, but instead it only stretched and stretched and stretched. She panted for breath, in between little "oh"s slipping out that might have been from pleasure or pain. She felt it up in her stomach, stretching her skin like it was going to force its way out, too. Her legs jerked against the restraints, trying to spread open even further so she didn't have to feel its girth filling every space.
"Lovely," the doctor murmured and pressed a button on the machine. The dildo began to piston slowly, just inches back and forth, dragging itself through her. Amelia groaned.
"Oh, but you want this over quickly, don't you?" the doctor asked.
"Ah, ahh~" Amelia couldn't get a word out.
"Alright, darling, I'll do what I can." There was another beep, beep, beep of buttons being pressed, and suddenly the dildo was moving so fast the chair shook. Its whole length pushed in and out of her.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed and arched up, which only gave the dildo a new angle from which to violate her. Every muscle twitched and shook. She came. Black spots danced across her vision. It was so much better than anything she'd felt before. And so much worse.
The machine didn't stop. She tried again to squirm away. The pleasure was building faster this time. It hurt too. The thing was bruising her from the inside. Her incisions were healed, but she was sure they were going to rip open again anyway.
She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to clench down on every feeling the machine was forcing from her body. She tried to breathe.
There was the sudden sound of paper tearing, and Amelia felt air on her chest. Her eyes shot open, and though she couldn't lift her head, she saw the doctor releasing the torn edges of Amelia's gown.
"Wha-- ah-- UHM!"
The doctor pinched Amelia's nipple hard and rolled it between her finger and thumb.
Amelia lost control. She came again, moans and screams mixed into one.
What are you doing?! Amelia wanted to scream, but a whole sentence was beyond her.
The doctor reached her other hand down and began circling Amelia's clit. She flicked it, pinched it, rubbed fast, harsh patterns against it. Tears sprang to Amelia's eyes. It hurt. It hurt. It was already too sensitive. Now it was swollen and raw, but still sending jolts of pleasure along with the pain up through Amelia's gut.
The doctor leaned over so her tongue could join her hand in assaulting Amelia's breasts. She licked and sucked until Amelia's nipple was tingling, then started nipping and pulling at it with her teeth.
A hiccuping sob burst from Amelia's lips.
"Stop," she cried, "please! Ah! Please! Oh, oh, fuck, ah! Mm-- it hurts!"
The doctor's teeth unlocked from the nipple. She let out a breathy moan against Amelia's skin.
Pulling up from Amelia's chest, the heady look of pleasure on her face twisted cruelly. She slapped Amelia viciously across each tit, paused to examine her work, then hit her again, harder.
"Say that again," she breathed, "Or I can turn up the speed."
"No! You're hurting me! Oh, god! Please, sto-- ah-- ah! Stop!"
The doctor's hand gave Amelia's nipple another good twist before it retreated to pull open her lab coat. She roughly groped her own tits, then slid her hand down inside her jeans. Her soft moans joined Amelia's cries.
"No! You're-- you're raping me!" The realization hit Amelia with an agonizing bolt of shame. How stupid was she to only understand that when she saw the doctor's fingers working beneath her own pants?
"Mm~" The doctor closed her eyes in pleasure. Both her hands started moving faster.
Amelia sobbed.
And moaned.
The doctor latched on to her neck, biting, sucking. In a quick flash, Amelia saw Jen finding the hickey, betrayal and sorrow on her face, then the image was wiped away in the flood of sensations overwhelming her.
The pain had held it back for a while, but another orgasm was building. She didn't know how the doctor could wring this much from her body.
Her tongue traced Amelia's jawline up to her ear. Somehow she kept finding new places to draw out Amelia's pleasure that were not yet sore and exhausted. Sucking, licking, biting, while her fingers rubbed Amelia raw, and the dildo hollowed out her insides.
The screaming, crying moans built in pitch. Amelia spasmed and shuddered.
The doctor's hand left Amelia's clit, finally, and she slapped her across the face and the tits.
"Say it. Tell me how it feels."
"Fuck- it- it hurts!" She moaned and jerked against the chair. "Please, stop! You're raping me! Ah! You're hurting me!"
The doctor bit her at the crook of her neck. The fresh, sharp pain joined with the now familiar. Her palm ground into Amelia's breast.
"Oh! Oh god!" There was no separation now between the pleasure and the pain, just nerves firing, just something building to a peak.
The doctor released her. There was a feverish light in her eyes. Her hand jerked, quick and erratic, in her pants. She panted and moaned. "Fuck yes, cum for me, bitch."
And, flush with shame, Amelia did. Heat flooded her body. Tears streamed down her face. She moaned and screamed and felt it from her toes to her scalp.
The doctor braced herself on the exam chair with a shaking arm. She bit at her bottom lip, and her eyes rolled to the ceiling. "Uhh..." She came alongside Amelia with a heavy exhale.
The dildo stopped, half inside Amelia. Amelia's vision came back to her in splotches. Her head spun. She saw the doctor's hand on the machine's controls. The dildo popped out of her, and she whined. Her body felt like it was collapsing around the space it left. Her nerves were still alight, but she started to feel the sweat soaking the flimsy sheet that lined the seat beneath her and the tremors shaking her limbs.
A clink of metal drew her attention to the doctor loosening the straps on her feet and legs. She wanted to pull herself free the second she could, but it took a long time for her limbs to respond. She was unsteady when she managed to sit up.
"Everything's looking as it should be, Amelia." The doctor's voice broke through her dizziness. "We've got everything we need from you for now. You've really been one of my best patients... I'll enjoy reviewing our session."
A towel landed on Amelia's lap.
"Now I expect you back here next month," the doctor continued in her gentle, but professional tone, as if it wasn't cum she was daintily wiping off her fingers. "You're still in contract with NeoLife, violations of which, I remind you, will put you on the line not just for the full cost of your surgery and hospital stay, but also the extensive losses NeoLife suffers when a trial patient washes out this far along." She smiled brightly. "When you've cleaned up and dressed, head to the front, and the receptionist can get you scheduled. Have a good day, darling."
The door clicked shut behind her. Amelia clutched the towel to her chest and shuddered.