by Red Mullet
18-year-old Brooke Palmer sat in the waiting room nervously, waiting for
her name to be called. She looked around, fidgeting with the dread of
what was going to happen once she got in the examining room. She didn't
know whether the doctor was male or female, she looked around everywhere
for a first name, but all she knew was that the name was Dr. Stone. She
hoped if he was male, he was not young or good-looking or something. She
dreaded the thought of having to expose herself to a man she might find
As Brooke read through and old issue of Cosmopolitan, she noticed that
two boys in the waiting room were staring at her. They looked to be
about sixteen years old, and they just kept leering at her, looking her
up and down. This kind of thing happened to her a lot; she was a quite
strikingly beautiful girl. She was not quite the model type, but she was
extremely pleasing to the eye with a fresh girl next door look about
her. As the boys kept eyeing her, she buried her face deeper in the
magazine, trying to ignore them. Suddenly, a door opened and a nurse
appeared, holding a clipboard.
"Brooke Palmer!" the nursed called out.
Brooke got up slowly and put down the magazine.
"That's me," she said quietly, the nerves in her body on end.
"Why don't you follow me, sweetheart", the nurse said kindly as she
motioned Brooke to come with her.
She led Brooke to another door in the waiting room and opened it up. It
led to an exam room, and as Brooke stepped inside she got goosebumps as
she looked around.
It was your basic exam room, all the doctor's instruments and supplies
neatly laid out on shelves all about the room. Right in the middle of
the floor was the exam table, the crinkly wax paper on top of it. In the
corner there was a changing partition and next to that was a medical
scale, rigged to check your height and weight at the same time.
"Just have a seat on the table and the doctor will be with you in a few
moments," the nurse said as she left the room, pulling the door behind
her. Before the nurse could close it all the way, Brooke could see the
two boys from the waiting room looking in at her. With a sinking
feeling, Brooke realized the only thing between her and the people in
the waiting area was a thin wooden door.
As Brooke sat on the exam table, she tried to keep her mind off the
upcoming exam. But all she kept thinking about was the conversation she
had with her mother just yesterday.
"But Mom, do I have to?" Brooke had said to her mother in a pleading
"Brooke, you know that the college you want to go to requires a complete
exam upon entering," her mother said. "If you don't, do you think
they're still going to accept you? How will that look, you already not
complying with their rules? Anyway, I don't know why you're making such
a big deal about it. It's only a physical, that's all. People get them
all the time. If you want to go to this school, you're just going to
have to do what they say."
Brooke knew her mother was right. She really did want to go to this
school. It was one of the top medical colleges in the country, and it
was an honor to be accepted there.
And she was as good as in, just as long as she got through this
physical. Maybe her mother was right, maybe it wasn't such a big deal.
Suddenly, the door to exam room opened and the doctor walked in. He was
tall, young, and much to Brooke's dismay, very good looking.
As he closed the door behind him, Brooke could see that the waiting room
was now jam- packed. As he closed the door, she could see people looking
right at her.
As the door clicked shut, the doctor spoke. "Hello," he said, looking at
the clipboard in his hands. I'm Dr. Stone, and you must be Brooke. How
you doing today?"
Brooke smiled at him shyly, so nervous she could barely speak.
Dr. Stone began to read the clipboard closely. "Let's see", he said,
"you're here for a complete physical, that right?"
Brooked nodded at him nervously.
"Blood sample, x-rays, the whole bit," Dr. Stone said as he laid down
"Okay, Brooke, if you could please remove all your clothing, including
your underwear, shoes, socks and bra, any jewelry or so forth, then we
can get started."
Brooke's face reddened at his words. The worst had just happened. She
just looked at him, utterly embarrassed.
"You can disrobe behind that partition over there," he said. "
Unfortunately, we don't have any exam gowns left today, we're fresh out.
Sorry about that."
Brooke's blush deepened even more at this. Slowly, she hopped of the
table and walked over to the partition and stepped behind it. She knew
that in a few moments, she would be completely, totally stark naked it
front of Dr. Stone. She could barely deal with the thought, but she knew
she had to go through with this. She remembered what her mother had said
and she knew her future could be at stake.
She began to undress, achingly slow. First her shoes. Then she removed
her top. She didn't realize how cold the exam room was until now. Her
nipples were already erect, pointing out through the fabric of her bra.
"Are you ready yet, Brooke?" Dr. Stone yelled out.
"No, not yet," she said meekly.
"Well, hurry up. Like I said, I'm very busy today."
Brooke began to remove her clothes faster. She took off her jewelry and
put it in the pocket of her jeans. Then the jeans came off, too. Then
she took deep breath and unsnapped her bra. She slid it off and dropped
it with the rest of her clothes. Then came the moment of truth. She took
the elastic band of her panties between her fingers and slid them off,
kicking them to the side with her foot. She stood there nervously,
goosebumps all over her body.
"Are you ready yet, Brooke?" Dr. Stone called out in an annoyed tone.
"Yes," she answered, her body almost frozen with embarrassment.
"Come on out then and step over to the scale."
Brooke took a deep breath and stepped out, ready to face the most
embarrassing day of her life.
Brooke stepped out from behind the partition and into full view. She
tried to act calm, but inside she was trembling. This was the most
humiliating experience of her life.
Dr. Stone gave her a head to toe look. She tried to avoid eye contact
with him at any cost. She just looked away, blushing.
"Okay, Brooke," Dr. Stone said sternly, "would you step up on the scale
please, hands at your sides?"
Brooke did so, giving the doctor a view of her firm ass, her cheeks
clenched together tightly with nervousness. The doctor adjusted the
scale, checking her weight and writing it down on the clipboard.
"Alright, Brooke," he said. "Would you turn around please?"
Brooke did so, giving him a close- up full frontal look at her young
body. Her nipples were erect and pointing out like pencil erasers. Her
pubic hair was very trim and formed in a perfect V because she had
always kept it that way for when she wore her bikini on the beach.
Brooke was a sight for sore eyes, cute, embarrassed and bare-assed with
goosebumps all over her body.
Dr. Stone checked her height and recorded it on the clipboard.
"Okay, Brooke," he said, "just have a seat on the table there."
Brooke began to walk over to the table until the doctor stopped her.
"Uh-hum, Brooke," he said sternly, "I told you to remove everything. You
still have your socks on. Would you remove them and toss them to the
Damn! He was taking away the last bit of modesty she had left! She
removed her socks, her cute breast shaking as she did so. She tossed the
socks to the side, as Dr. Stone kept his eye on her the whole time. The
floor was freezing beneath her feet, adding more to her discomfort.
"Thank you," Dr. Stone said snidely. "Have a seat then."
Brooke hopped up on the table, the hard paper crinkling beneath her
butt. Dr. Stone opened a cabinet and removed a stethoscope, putting it
"Brooke, I'm going to check your heart rate and your breathing now."
Dr. Stone put the face of the stethoscope on Brooke's back as she jumped
a bit. God, it was freezing!
"Okay Brooke, I want you to breathe in deeply, then breathe out. In.
Brooke took in a big gulp of air, her chest expanding, making her pert
breasts point out smartly. She kept inhaling and exhaling deeply, her
breasts rising every time.
The doctor removed the stethoscope from Brooke's back and placed it on
her chest, right above her breasts. It was still cold, sending shivers
throughout her body.
"Okay," Dr. Stone said. "In. Out. In. Out."
Brooke's nude breasts rise and fell over and over until the doctor was
finished. He made some notes in clipboard as Brooke sat there nervously,
waiting for this whole ordeal to be over.
The doctor then performed a few basic procedures, checking blood
pressure, reflexes and eyes and ears and nose. He then began to check
"Okay Brooke, open up and say ahhhhh!"
Brooke opened her mouth wide as Dr. Stone roughly pushed the depressor
down hard on Brooke's pink tongue, shining a small flashlight down her
throat with his other hand. Brooke knew she must be some sight, sitting
there buck naked with her mouth wide open.
"What I need to do now is a breast examination, Brooke," Dr Stone said
as he removed the tongue depressor from her mouth. "I'm going to check
your breast for any signs of lumps, growths or things like that, okay?"
Brooke nodded her headed nervously, awaiting the touch of his hands on
her young mounds.
Dr. Stone began touching her breasts softly, kneading them between his
hands. Brooke wiggled in discomfort as he squeezed harder and harder.
Then, his fingers moved on to her nipples, rubbing them and making them
more erect than they ever were. He then pinched the heads of her nipples
firmly, making her wince in pain.
"Sorry about that, Brooke," he said, "I have to do that to check for any
Dr. Stone jotted down a few notes on his clipboard and then spoke again.
"What I need you to do is lie on the table flat on your back. Checking
your breasts this way is the most effective examination they can have."
Brooke slowly laid herself down, hands at her sides. This was so
embarrassing! Her body was fully exposed beneath the bright fluorescent
lights that hung overhead.
"Brooke, please put your hands behind your head."
Brooke did so and found this to be a very uncompromising position. Her
tits were pressed all the way up in the air, her nipples jutting up
toward the ceiling.
Dr. Stone started the whole breast exam again, the squeezing and the
pinching included. Brooke felt thoroughly humiliated, not thinking it
could get any worse than this. Little did she know, it was going to get
a lot worse.
"Alright, Brooke," Dr Stone said, " you can get up and have a seat."
Brooke scooted backed up to a sitting position, the paper crinkling
beneath her. Brooke watched Dr. Stone as he went to the corner of the
room and wheeled over an electronic thermometer. Well, Brooke thought,
at least that's not so bad. I can deal with having my temperature taken.
Then Dr. Stone went over to one of the cabinets and took out a small
tube of something. Brooke looked and read the label on the tube-
"Petroleum Jelly." What does he need that for? Then it hit her all at
once. Her face entirely reddened.
"I hope this doesn't make you too uncomfortable, Brooke," Dr. Stone
said, "but I find the only way to get a correct temperature reading is
rectally, not orally."
Brooke's heart leapt. She looked at the thermometer and knew that in a
few short moments, it would be sticking out of hear rear-end.
"If you could please stand up and go over to the end of the table, we
can get this over with."
Brooke slowly scooted off the table and moved to it's end. She wanted to
run, but she knew she couldn't. She was trapped, and she was in this
until the end.
"Okay, Brooke," Dr. Stone said, "I need you to bend over the table and
try to push your rear up in the air as high as it will go. Hold on to
the sides of the table if you have to."
Brooke slowly bent over the table, pushing her ass all the way up in the
air. She was on her tiptoes, her breasts crushed against the table.
"Brooke, I need you to spread your legs about a foot apart."
God this was humiliating! Brooke didn't have to think to hard to realize
that now since she spread her legs a bit, her tiny asshole and little
pink pussy were totally in view.
Dr. Stone squirted a little jelly on to the plastic glove covering his
index finger. He gently spread Brooke's buttocks with his other hand and
slowly slid in his finger all the way to the knuckle.
Brooke was startled and jumped a bit as her asshole clenched down around
the doctor's finger.
"Didn't mean to startle you," Dr. Stone said as he removed his finger
with a slight twisting motion. "The thermometer is a lot less
uncomfortable if the rectum is properly lubricated. Okay, Brooke, I'm
going to insert the thermometer now, so try to relax."
Brooke held the table tightly as she felt the thermometer slide all the
way into her anus. It was so uncomfortable! She stood there, bent over
with it sticking out of her ass for what seemed to be eternity, until
minutes later it finally beeped.
The doctor walked over and removed the thermometer and left Brooke bent
over the table as he wrote a few notes on the clipboard. Suddenly, a
knock came at the door.
"Yes?" Dr. Stone called out.
"It's Dr. Miller," a man's voice came from behind the door, "and I'm
here with the other interns."
Brooke watched as Dr. Stone opened the door. In walked 6 young men and 2
young women, all dressed in doctor's outfits.
"Hi," Dr. Stone said to them cheerily, " I thought you were scheduled
for today. You're just in time to observe the second part of a complete
Brooke, still bent over the table on her tiptoes, couldn't believe what
she just heard. She almost died as the 8 young people piled in the room.
Brooke was mortified as the 8 young people walked in. She wanted to
cover up, but she remained bent over the table, waiting for instructions
from Dr. Stone and waiting for this whole ordeal to be over.
As the interns entered, Dr. Stone closed the door. But before he closed
it, Brooke could see everyone in the waiting room staring at her, her
naked rump high in the air. The two boys that were eyeing her before had
now been ogling her nakedness, snickering to one another. As the door
finally closed, Brooke groaned.
"Everyone, this is Brooke Palmer, our patient for today," Dr Stone
addressed the group cheerily. How could he be so chipper when her body
was totally exposed like this.
As the group said hello to Brooke, she tried to force a little smile in
acknowledgement, trying her best not to let her embarrassment show. When
was this going to end?
As she looked at the people in the group, she noticed something. No, she
thought to herself. It can't be. But it was.
One of the young men in the group was someone Brooke knew. His name was
Billy Simms, a tall, handsome athletic type that Brooke knew from her
high school. He was the captain of the football team, swim team, every
team there practically was. He had been two grades ahead of her, a
senior when she was a sophomore. And she had always had a crush on him
throughout high school. Brooke didn't realize that he had been going to
the same medical school that she had applied to. My god, she thought. I
hope he doesn't recognize me!
But it was no use- he did recognize her. As they made eye contact, he
gave her an up and down look accompanied by a vicious little smirk. She
pulled her eyes away, totally humiliated. She looked straight ahead,
"Well," Dr. Stone said, "I have already finished doing Brooke's basic
vitals. Everything at this point seems to be normal and in order. Before
you arrived, I had taken Brooke's temperature rectally, which I believe
to be the only way to get an accurate reading from your patient. Now,
what I'd like to do is go over that with you right now, step by step.
Now Billy, since you are at the top of your class, why don't you show me
and the others the proper procedure for taking a patient's rectal
Oh my god, Brooke thought. I can't believe this!
She looked at Billy, who gave her a little smile. "Sure, Dr. Stone," he
said. "I'd be happy to."
He vanished behind her, and she could her him snapping on a set of
plastic gloves. She closed her legs a bit, trying to conceal her
womanhood to him. Her body was extremely tense as he approached her
"Alright, the first thing to do is to lubricate the patient properly,"
Billy said. "This will make the procedure much more comfortable for the
Billy applied some lubricant to his index finger. "Brooke," he said, "I
need you to spread your legs about two feet apart and raise your
buttocks in the air as high as you can."
Brooke was horrified. She turned her head and gave Dr. Stone a
"Come on now, Brooke," Dr. Stone said sternly. "I need you to comply
with what Billy is telling you to do. Now how would it look on your
record if you were to be 'difficult'? Besides, you don't have anything
that we all haven't seen before."
She could hear the group chuckle a bit at Dr. Stone's comment. This was
Brooke slowly spread her legs apart. After a few inches, she stopped.
"You need to do better than that," Billy said as he took his hands and
spread her legs apart to the maximum. "There, that's better."
She was now fully exposed to the group, her little slit and her tight
asshole exposed to the air and everyone's eyes.
"Now as I said," Billy continued, "you must lubricate the patient first
before inserting the thermometer." Billy tried to stick his finger into
Brooke's behind, but she immediately tensed up.
"Brooke, please don't tense up. If you just relax, this will be over
with shortly. Now, just press back on my finger as if you were going to
Unwillingly, she opened herself up to him. As she felt his finger on her
tight little pucker, she began to push back on it. God, it was so
uncomfortable! Billy slid in all the way to the second knuckle and gave
a hard little turn with his finger before he pulled it back out.
"Okay," Billy said, "now you're ready to insert your thermometer.
Brooke, please just raise your rear a little higher for us, would you
It sounded like he was enjoying this! But she raised her rear higher,
feeling totally defeated.
Suddenly, she felt the coldness of thermometer as it violated her ass.
She could feel Billy spreading her cheeks open wider with his other hand
as he inserted it. As her asshole clenched down around the thermometer's
shaft, the group stepped back and observed Brooke. She stood there with
it sticking out of her rear for what seemed to be hours. Finally, the
thing beeped as Billy removed it slowly.
"A perfectly normal reading," he said. "Now we can move on to the next
part of the exam, Dr. Stone."
"Good job, Billy," Dr. Stone replied. "What I'd like to do next is have
you take a quick look and Brooke's body and tell me what you think of
it's physical state, then we'll move on to full rectal and vaginal
exams. After that I'd like to show you some new procedures just
introduced to me at a medical conference that I attended last week."
Did she hear him right? Rectal and vaginal exams? At the point, Brooke
knew that she was in for a very rough day, worse than she ever expected.
"Alright, Brooke," Dr. Stone said. "Why don't you stand up and come to
the middle of the room so we can all have a look at you."