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Subject: {ASSM} Oh, Donna (medical, humil, anal play, no sex)
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Date: Fri, 07 Sep 2007 01:10:04 -0400
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I've got to tell you guys about something that happened with my
girlfriend Donna.

She had started having these headaches, I don't know if they were what
you call migraines or what. I told her that she needed to go to the
student health center (duh, we're college students). She was
reluctant, because she said she'd heard that the nurses who work there
are all a bunch of dykes, and she wouldn't feel comfortable. (She's
pretty uptight about stuff like that) I promised her that I would stay
with her the whole time, and she agreed to go.

They told her to go to room "217", and at first they tried to tell me
I couldn't go in with her. The woman who worked the desk pointed out
to Donna that she would need to disrobe in there, but she said "it's
OK, he's my boyfriend". Which was true, it wasn't like I hadn't seen
her naked before. When it became clear that she wasn't going to go in
without me, they let me go with her.

The woman told Donna to strip and put on a hospital gown. After we
were left alone, Donna took off everything except her bra, panties and
socks, and put on the gown. I said, "I think she wanted you to take
things those off, too, Donna". She gave me a funny look, and ignored
my advice. I think she thought I was trying to get her to have sex in
there or something. (While Donna and I had had sex many times, she was
not what you might call adventurous or willing to experiment)

Donna sat down on the table. The gown was plenty big on her, probably
one-size-fits all and made for the tallest, fattest people. It was
loose enough in the front that it showed most of her cleavage, and
came down nearly to her knees. It was open in the back, no way to tie
it closed, but there was enough loose fabric back there to cross over
itself and keep her covered. (For now.. I assumed they'd eventually
need to get at her back there, or why else would they make her wear
it? Heh heh)

After a few minutes of awkward silence, a woman came in whom I'm not
sure if she was a nurse or a doctor. Her name was Pamela, and she
looked to be in her middle thirties. She in fact had a decidedly
"lesbian nurse" haircut, but if she was a lesbian she was one of those
lipstick ones, if you know what I mean.

First she did the boring stuff like poking around in Donna's mouth and
ears. Donna nearly threw up when the tounge depresser was placed in
her mouth (her gag reflex was all too familiar to me, dig?) Pamela
said that although Donna had allergies, they seemed to be under
control by the Claritin she was taking, and were probably not the
cause of the headaches.

Then she started with a stethoscope. She pulled Donna's hospital gown
open in the back, and reached around to put the stethoscope on her
pale, smooth skin.

"Donna, you need to take the rest of your things off. I need you to be
nude except for your gown. The assistant should've told you that.
Please take off everything".

Donna awkwardly removed her bra and panties, and handed them to me, as
if I was going to hold them for her the whole time or something. I put
them down in the empty chair next to the one I was sitting in.

With Donna's pretty white back now unencumbered by bra straps, Pamela
moved the stethoscope around in various positions, asking Donna to
breath heavily. Then she put the the thing down the front of Donna's
gown, and moved it around in several places that I could guess were
pretty close to her breasts. The gown was loose enough that I'm sure
that a person standing next to her where Pamela was could see right
down it, too.

Then she took out one of those rubber mallets, and tapped on Donna's
knee. Donna's leg moved a little bit, as it was supposed to. She then
turned her eyes to Donna's feet, still covered by pink socks.

"Please remove your socks, Donna".

Donna hesitated; she later explained that she wasn't sure if she could
get the socks off while keeping her legs in a "ladylike" position (her
words). Pamela looked at me, and said "Will you remove her socks?"

I pulled off the socks and put them on the chair. Donna's little bare
feet and red painted toenails now dangled in full view. Pamela took
one of Donna's feet in her left hand, took a ballpoint pen out of her
coat pocket with her right and, and dragged the (capped) end of the
pen across the sole of Donna's foot. Donna giggled and jerked her leg
straight up in the air, and for a second there was nothing "ladylike"
about her position, if you know what I mean. (I knew Donna's feet were
ticklish; she gets mad at me whenever I mess with them) Pamela said
that Donna's reflexes were excellent, and that the headache was
probably not a serious neurological problem.

"Now I want to check your eyes. Bad eyesight or a bad glasses
prescription could be the cause of your headaches. Stand up and look
at the chart at the other end of the room. Donna stood up and faced
the chart. Her back was now turned to me, her hands holding the
hospital gown closed in the back (It's not like I hadn't seen her ass
before. But she's a little self conscious about her butt, she thinks
its too big, so I don't think she likes the idea of me staring at it
even though I've seen it all).

She was asked to remove her glasses (coke bottles, btw). First she had
to hold her right hand over her right eye and read the chart, then she
had to do the same with her left hand; then she had to put her glasses
back on and do it all again. All four times, there was an awkward
moment when she had to switch which hand was holding her gown in the
back.

"Your glasses seem to be the right prescription, so that isn't it. I
think we need to do an X-Ray. The X-Ray room is 322. Give this chart
to the technician. I'll be here when you get back".

Donna started to reach for her clothes.

"Oh, leave those here. Don't worry, I'll watch all your stuff".

I don't think the security of her clothes or even her purse was
Donna's main concern. I held the door open for her, and carried the
chart. We walked down the hall to the elevator, passing a lot of
people; funny, but none of them were in hospital gowns like Donna.

The X-Ray had it's own waiting room. Next to the waiting room,
obviously a separate area but not blocked by any sort of door, were
the controls for the X-Ray machine. Next to the controls was a big
glass window where you could see the X-Ray equipment itself.

We finally saw another patient dressed like Donna was. A young african-
american woman, very athletic looking. I bet she was a volleyball
player or something. She had a big bandage thing on her right ankle.
She was in line to use the X-Ray before Donna.

The X-Ray tech was a young man, probably early 20s, with long brown
hair. He looked like a rockin' dude, probaby smoked pot on his break.
That kind of guy. He sent the black girl through a door, and I could
see her lie down on a stainless steel table under the X-Ray camera. I
could only see out of the corner of my eye, from where I was sitting,
but I could tell that the patient was being instructed to hold her leg
in all kinds of positions for the camera, several of which would've
totally exposed her crotch, assuming she was naked under there like
Donna was. A couple of people passed by us on the way to other parts
of the clinic, and because they were standing up, they probably got a
better view than I did. I'm not sure how much of all this Donna
noticed.

Then it was Donna's turn. The technician had Donna lie down flat on
the table in the X-Ray room, and then he stepped back behind the glass
window. I went and stood next to him at the control board. He started
to look at me with a "hey, what are you doing here" sort of look, so I
went ahead and said, "I'm her boyfriend". The tech looked at Donna
through the glass, looked back at me, and his only words were,
"Sweet!". At this point I don't think Donna could hear us, because
when he wanted to talk to her, he started speaking through a
microphone.

First he took an X-Ray of her lying flat on her back, then he had her
lie on her side, facing us. He told her to place her arms above her
head. Then he told her to turn over on her other side, so that her
back was no facing us through the window. The side of her gown that
was against the table flopped down and would've exposed her ass, but
the other side also flopped down and mostly covered it.

He then ordered Donna to lie on her belly. She carefully overlapped
the halves of her gown, and laid down, her butt precriously covered by
the fabric. The technician said into the mic, "hold on, I'm about to
adjust the height of the table. Keep as still as possible, or we'll
have to start all over again".

He pressed a button, and the table slowly rose up several inches. Then
he said "oops... too high", and pressed another button. The table
abruptly dropped about half the distance it had risen. The drop was
just forceful enough to cause Donna's meticulously placed cover-up to
flap open, exposing her bare naked bottom. She started to move her
hands towards her butt, but the tech ordered "keep still, you almost
ruined the picture!". He kept her in that position for a few more
seconds, during which we both got a view of Donna's young, tight (but,
as already mentioned, none too tiny) rear end. A couple of other
people also walked past while this was going on.

On the way back to room 217, I joked, "That was a fun little
striptease you put on in there!".

Donna just glared at me, and said, "You seem to be enjoying this a
little too much", and didn't say anything else to me the rest of the
way back.

Back in 217, Pamela went over the X-Rays, and said she didn't see
anything unusual.

"So all that was a waste of time!", Donna complained. (I didn't think
it was wasted.. but I kept my mouth shut now).

Pamela then started asking a lot of questions. Medical history, family
history, and at one point sexual history. Donna didn't have had any
reason not to discuss this in front of me, since I *was* her entire
sexual history.

Are you sexually active? "Yes" Are you taking birth control? "Yes" Do
you have vaginal sex? "Yes" Oral sex? "Uhm.... no". (She lied, sort
of. If that girl could keep a dick in her mouth, we'd've had oral sex
before) Anal sex? "Oh, God No!", Donna said disgustedly. (This was
true.. Donna wouldn't even let me mess with her ass when we were
having regular sex)

After more questions (less interesting than these), Pamela said, "I'm
going to need to take your temperature".

"But you already did, didn't you?"

"That was with an oral thermometer. Sometimes you can't trust those.
To try to solve this, I need a more... accurate reading. Donna, this
is a rectal thermometer...", Pamela said as she pulled out what looked
like a cartoonishly large version of a regular digital thermometer and
covered it with a clear plastic casing.

"No....", Donna protested, but I held her hand to show support, and
she seemed to get braver.

"Donna, I need you to get on all fours." Donna got onto her hands and
knees on top of the table. For the second time, her bare ass was
completely exposed. You could see little bits of her brown pubic hair
between her legs from behind, and her tight little asshole.

Pamela lubricated the thermometer, and carefully inserted it in
Donna's butt. "UUUnnnggh...." Donna groaned. Pamela twisted the
thermometer. "MMMMMMmmmmaaahhh", Donna moaned. Pamela noticed I was
watching her hand and the thermometer intently, and moved it slightly
in and out. I think she only did it because I was watching! Then she
pulled it out, and looked at it. Completely normal, 98.6.

Donna immediately sat up, pulled her gown closed, and gave me a look
that silently said, "I know how you were looking.. don't you get any
ideas, mister".

"Donna, I have a theory about your headaches. Are you constipated?"

"I don't know.. maybe", Donna muttered.

"When was your last bowel movement?"

"I don't remember.."

"Well, I think that you are, and that your headaches are caused by
nerves at the base of your spine being impacted by the fecal mass
built up in your rectum."

"Well, what should I do, start eating more bran flakes or something?"

Pamela said, "that wouldn't hurt, but to give you a little more help,
I'm going to give you a free sample of these". She took out a
cardboard box, and opened the lid. It was a box of suppositories.
"These will not only make you regular, they also contain a painkiller
for your headache. In fact, we're going to try one right now."

"Alright...", grumbled Donna reluctantly, and started to get back onto
her knees.

"Here's a better idea, Donna. Why don't you lay over your friend's
lap?".

"What?"

"Lay down across your boyfriend's lap", Donna. "It will be more
comforable and hold you steadier. If you don't want to do that, you
could also use my lap".

Donna got down from the table, and got down on her knees next to my
chair, and leaned over on top of my lap. Her gown parted in the back,
exposing her sweet little ass yet again.

Pamela sat in the other chair (on top of Donn'a undies), and looked
like she was was about to insert one of the suppositories into Donna's
unwilling butthole. Then she made a "hush!" guesture in front of her
lips with her free hand, and then silently grabbed my hand and placed
the suppository in it. It felt greasy, like a jumbo crayon made out
petroleum jelly. It smelled like something that old people would put
on their arthritic joints.

"Alright, Donna, I'm inserting it now", Pamela said as she guided my
hand to Donna's asshole, and gently pushed it in using me as her tool.
Donna moaned some more. It took gentle but constant pressure to keep
Donna's hole from rejecting the object. Slowly but surely, it
dissolved, and as more of it melted away, we pushed more into Donna.
"Hmmm........ ahhhhhhh", Donna grunted. The suppository eventually
sank all the way in, to where I was basically holding my fingers
against the outside of Donna's anus just in case it tried to slip back
out again. This was the most I'd ever touched that part of Donna, and
I was pretty sure that she only tolerated it because she didn't know
it was me doing it. However, I'm certain she felt my erection, though!

Pamela said, "ok, stay there for a few minutes, until you feel the
urge to evacuate. When you do, the bathroom is two doors down on the
left."

Pamela left the room, and as soon as she did, Donna said to me, "I
can't believe you're getting such a kick out of this!", obviously
referring to my erection. "You're in big trouble, mister!".

"Donna", I said, "I don't think you're in any position to be making
threats. Just hold still", and boldly patted her on her butt cheeks.

Eventually, Donna got up and went to the bathroom. I stayed behind,
mostly because I didn't want to have to get up and walk around with
that erection in my pants.

Soon after Donna came back, so did Pamela. Donna said, "well, that
seemed to work, alright, but how am I going to put those things in
myself?".

"Fortunately you don't have to", said Pamela. "This gentlemen here can
put them in for you. After watching me do it, he should know how." And
she winked at me as she handed the box of suppositories to me. "Give
her one per day, until her symptoms stop". She also handed me a piece
of paper with various instructions written on it.

Donna was speechless. She got dressed without saying a word, and
didn't say anything else the rest of the way back to her apartment,
either.

Later when I looked at the instructions Pamela had hand-written, I
noticed that the last item was, "Don't worry, eventually you *will*
get to do her in the ass".

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