Whats Inside?

Heres a taste of whats to come in Doctor Coles Fertility Clinic

Now, we'll do an internal examination, Mrs. Ross, the doctor said. Don't worrynot long now, and you
are well lubricated already. You're leaking onto the paper covering the table so it should be nice and easy to get
our fingers inside you and find out what we need to know. Just lie back and relax.
I didn't know what else to do, as uneasy as I was at his words. I lay back and looked at the ceiling aware of
my bare breasts heavy against my chest, my shallow breathing, my hard nipples, my leaking pussy, my arousal
as they put my legs right up in stirrups and opened me wide. I had never felt so exposed. Then five sets of
fingers in latex gloves invaded me in turn and felt around inside while pressing various parts of my abdomen.
Some of the students had to be shown what to do after they tried to examine me themselveswhether they
were really ignorant or they just enjoyed getting their fingers inside me, I wasn't sure. As Dr. Cole told them
what to do, he pulled my outer lips back and seemed to hold onto to my clit somehow with his glove. It was
making me want to squirm and push my body against his finger. I could swear, he was deliberately stimulating
me as the last two poked around inside me. And I couldn't help it. I came right on that examining table in front
of five grown men, my breasts jiggling as I shook and gave a little cry.
Mrs. Ross, Dr. Cole said. Did you just do what I think you did? Do you lack so much stimulation at home
that you come hard in front of strangers when you're being examined?
I was ashamed of myself, but I couldn't deny it. I could see the students looking on with interest. I wasn't
sure what was happening to me. Red as I was, the humiliation was almost exciting. My heart was beating out of
my chest. I was worried they would hear it.
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Doctor Coles Fertility Clinic

Now, Mrs. Ross, I just have to ask you a few questions.
I looked at the four students gathered around the doctor. Why were they all male? I felt outnumbered.
Weren't there any female doctors in training at Dr. Cole's practice? I remembered I'd ticked the box on my form
to say I was willing to have interns present at a consultation when I first registered with the practice. I had no
problem with that. New doctors had to get practical experience, after all. But now I was here to discuss such a
sensitive issue, I was not so sure. Having the doctor and four young guys listening to every word was
embarrassing.
As usual, I didn't say anything. I hated to kick up a fuss. Besides, I didn't want to be thought a prude, not in
this day and age.
You say you have been trying to get pregnant for some time Mrs. Ross. When did you stop taking
precautions exactly?
Oh, an easy question. I hoped they would all be as easy to answer. That would be a year past January, I
said. I remember because it was my birthday.
How old are you, Mrs. Ross?
I'm twenty-nine. I was twenty-eight then. I wanted a baby before I was thirty, but that hasn't happened.
It was all I could think about just then. Every time I saw a baby in the street or a pregnant woman, I felt
depressed about my inability to conceive. I was getting quite desperate. I had a drawer full of cute baby clothes
in the spare room too. I just couldn't stop buying them. My guilty secret.
Well, we'll see what we can do. Don't worry. Most of these problems can be sorted out. Often, it's
something very simple. And if not, there are all kinds of treatments these days.
The doctor had the most reassuring manner. I liked that. He made me think all was not lost, though I
suspected my case would be difficult, and he might change his mind once he knew everything.
What about your husband? How old is he? he asked.
Fifty-one.
That's quite an age gap. I'm sorry to ask this Mrs. Ross, but why didn't he come with you? For potential
fertility issues, we usually like to see both partners.
Harry thinks its all my fault. He thinks I should get checked out first.
Well, it's never a case of who is at fault. We like to look at a couple as a unit. Has your husband had a child
before?
No.
Why does he think it's a problem with you?
I just think he doesn't want to believe it might be a problem on his side.
Okay. What about his skills in bed? Is he able to maintain an erection long enough to have full
intercourse?
I looked up. The students were all ears. I could feel myself blushing.
Sometimes.
Sometimes? How often does he fail to get hard?
Maybe about half the time. Sometimes he comes very quickly too.
Before he's inside you?
Yes, sometimes.
I looked again. Those interns had a kind of knowing smile as if to say, She's not getting any.
Perhaps, your husband could get some help with that. There are easy remedies these days. It doesn't help
fertility if the sperm are not hitting the spot regularly. They have to get inside you to fertilize your eggs.

I know, Doctor. He only comes inside me maybe once or twice a month these days.
Oh that is not nearly often enough to make you pregnant as a rule. It would be a coincidence if that
happened in your fertile period. Have you tried using one of those kits to check when that is?
I did, Doctor, but it's usually a waste of time. It's my fertile period at the moment, but Harry said he was
too tired last night, when I told him.
And what about your satisfaction? Orgasm helps fertility, you know. It helps to draw the sperm in towards
the egg. Does he satisfy you?
Not usually, Doctor. I wanted to weep. Not only did I have a crappy sex life, I wasn't going to get pregnant
and now not only the doctor but all these young bucks knew about how desperate I was.
I think it's highly likely your husband is the problem, Mrs. Ross. Have him come and see me. We'll
examine you now, just to make sure there are no obvious problems, but you'll need to get him to make an
appointment.
I don't think he will, Doctor, and I burst into tears. Harry was adamant he wasn't going to see a doctor. I
wondered if I could stay with him if it carried on like this. He was a good guy, and I loved him when I married
him ten years ago. He was all over me then, but he didn't seem to be into me anymore, at least not in bed. I
didn't think my sex life would be over at thirty.
Okay, Mrs. Ross. Here, dry your eyes. The doctor handed me a tissue. I'll examine you, and then we'll
talk. There are other options if the problem is making you as unhappy as this. Go behind the screen, take off
your clothes, and put on this gown.
I felt vulnerable with all those guys in the room. I decided to leave my bra and panties on. The gown was
very short and barely covered my behind. And I couldn't fasten the back properly by myself. Who designed these
things anyway? I guessed the gown might be coming undone anyway, so what was the point in worrying. I crept
out from behind the screen, and Dr. Cole pointed me in the direction of the examining table.
We'll examine your breasts first, Mrs. Ross, he said. Sit on the edge here. He undid my gown at the back
and pulled it forward exposing my bra. Lets get this thing off you.
He undid the clasp and pulled my bra away from my chest, handing it to one of the students to put with the
rest of my clothes. I blushed, feeling all those eyes on my bare breasts. I could feel my nipples hardening as they
looked. It was as if I was getting aroused by being exposed like that.
I'm just going to see if there are any obvious problems. It's clear you have had a normal puberty as far as
breast growth is concerned. Your breasts are a good size, more than good, he said, and the students tittered.
He took hold of my breasts and pressed all around them with his fingers, then tweaked my nipples. I wasn't
sure why he needed to do that for a fertility check-up, but I didn't like to question him. I wanted him to help me
after all, and I didn't want to offend him.
Then he had each of the students examine my breasts in the same way. I couldn't help it. I was getting
more and more aroused as each young guy approached, feeling their breath on my bare skin, their handssome
warm, some coldsqueezing my breasts and manipulating my nipples.
That's good, the doctor said. Everything seems quite normal. No leakage from the nipples, no lumps.
Now let's get this gown off you, and you can lie back on the examining table here.
He pulled the rest of the gown away from my body, leaving me in my panties. I noticed he frowned a bit
when he saw them.
Take those off her, he said to one of the students. The intern came forward and pulled off my panties, and
I was naked in a room full of guys who were fully-dressed, wearing not just their clothes but white coats as well.
Give them to me, Dr. Cole said. Let me look at them.
I was mortified. They were clean white panties when I put them on that morning, but I knew they would be
showing signs of my arousal from the breast examination. I could feel my face glowing red. My heart was
pounding. My wet pussy was on display, and I felt like I couldn't do a thing about it.
Oh, I could have run out of there, I knew, but who would I have gone to for help then? Harry thought I was
visiting the doctor about headaches that I didn't even have, as it was. He would be annoyed if he thought I was

discussing him behind his back, so I thought it better not to mention it.
You can tell a lot from a woman's panties, Dr. Cole said to the students. Look at how wet they are, and
the fluid is clear. What does that tell you?"
Looks like she's excited to me, one of them answered. I gasped in embarrassment.
Yes, that's right. Thick, clear fluid get released when a woman is turned on. And there's a copious amount
here. I sat there naked and ashamed as they discussed my arousal, unable to say anything, afraid to look
anyone in the eye, but there was worse to come. Dr. Cole held the wet crotch of my panties to his nose and
sniffed. You can tell from the odor too that's she healthy, with no signs of disease. It should not be unpleasant
when you put a womans panties to your nose.
He passed my wet panties to the students so they could all examine and sniff them too. I noticed some of
them lingered with the panties at their nose rather longer than they needed to, smelling my essence. I wanted to
curl up and die, but I didn't dare say anything.
Do you always get aroused when you have a medical appointment, Mrs. Ross?
Not usually, I said. I don't usually have five men handling my breasts.
I suppose not, Dr. Cole said. But it can't be helped. Students have to learn, you know. Anyway I'm going
to feel your stomach now to see if I can detect any internal problems.
He felt around my bare stomach. It was humiliating with my wet pussy on show. The students took a keen
interest not only in what Dr. Cole was doing with his hands on my stomach but also in the area between my
legs. I had trimmed everything neatly for my visit. Every part of me was on show with just a smattering of short
pussy hair.
And, of course, Dr. Cole had each of the students feel my stomach so that he could show them what to do. I
was more and more embarrassed as each of the students pressed my abdomen, moving their hands over it and
down to my pubic area, but I was pleased there were no irregularities to report. There didn't seem to be anything
wrong with me so far.
Now, we'll do an internal examination, Mrs. Ross, the doctor said. Don't worrynot long now, and you
are well lubricated already. You're leaking onto the paper covering the table so it should be nice and easy to get
our fingers inside you and find out what we need to know. Just lie back and relax.
I didn't know what else to do, as uneasy as I was at his words. I lay back and looked at the ceiling aware of
my bare breasts heavy against my chest, my shallow breathing, my hard nipples, my leaking pussy, my arousal
as they put my legs right up in stirrups and opened me wide. I had never felt so exposed. Then five sets of
fingers in latex gloves invaded me in turn and felt around inside while pressing various parts of my abdomen.
Some of the students had to be shown what to do after they tried to examine me themselveswhether they
were really ignorant or they just enjoyed getting their fingers inside me, I wasn't sure. As Dr. Cole told them
what to do, he pulled my outer lips back and seemed to hold onto to my clit somehow with his glove. It was
making me want to squirm and push my body against his finger. I could swear, he was deliberately stimulating
me as the last two poked around inside me. And I couldn't help it. I came right on that examining table in front
of five grown men, my breasts jiggling as I shook and gave a little cry.
Mrs. Ross, Dr. Cole said. Did you just do what I think you did? Do you lack so much stimulation at home
that you come hard in front of strangers when you're being examined?
I was ashamed of myself, but I couldn't deny it. I could see the students looking on with interest. I wasn't
sure what was happening to me. Red as I was, the humiliation was almost exciting. My heart was beating out of
my chest. I was worried they would hear it.
We just have one more test to do, the doctor said. He turned to the students. We can check the back of
the uterus and the back wall of her channel by putting our fingers inside her vagina and rectum at the same
time. It's called a recto-vaginal examination. You'll need the lubricating jelly for this guys. Make sure the fingers
you push up her butt are well lubricated. That really helps. Then enter her vagina with two or three fingers of
your other hand. I think she's still wet enough there not to need additional lubrication. Feel around. See if you
can detect any abnormalities with your fingers. You should be able to feel the fingers of one hand with the
fingers of the other through the wall separating the rectum and vagina.

Once again, my face beetroot red, I felt myself being invaded in an alarming way. If I had felt full with two
gloved fingers touching me inside, that was nothing to this procedure. Some of the students tried three fingers
inside me this time, along with two fingers pushing through my anal ring, which had never been breached
before. I tried not to make a noise, but it was difficult not to moan, sometimes in pain, sometimes in pleasure at
being so filled. Often their fingers would brush my clit as they manipulated me. I dont think it was deliberate.
Is that uncomfortable, Mrs. Ross? Do you want them to stop? Dr. Cole asked after three of the students
had penetrated me in this way.
No, no. It's fine, I lied. It was uncomfortable but in a good way. I felt humiliated and aroused in equal
measure. Filled and over-filled. But at least I was feeling something down there. It had been a long time since I
felt so alive.
Dr. Cole let the last student go ahead with the recto-vaginal exam and then tried himself. I noticed he
gelled up both hands and that he pushed four fingers inside my channel as well as two in my rectum. The
students watched what he did with interest. As he examined me, his thumb found my clit and began stimulating
it. No one said anything. Not Dr. Cole. Not the students. Not me. At least no sound passed my lips, until I could
not helping calling out as I came again. As I say, in my defense, it had been a long time since I had had any
action in bed.
Well, theres nothing wrong with your sexual organs or your sexual response as far as we can tell from the
examination, the doctor said, as he removed his gloves. You are a fully functioning female as far as that's
concerned. Did you say you're unlikely to get your husband to come to the clinic?
No, I don't think he would be willing to make an appointment at all, not until I have been through every
test. And even then, he might not do it.
Well, we can do some hormone tests, but I have to warn you that the full suite of fertility tests can be
quite invasive for women.
I wondered what those tests were if what they just did to me wasn't considered invasive. Did he mean I'd
have to have an operation, and they would have to cut me open?
It would be better if you can work on your husband and get his help. It's really nothing for him to be
ashamed about or blame himself for. Many men have a low sperm count or a sub-standard quality to their
sperm. We just need a sperm sample from your husband to test for that. From that, we can find out if his sperm
are active and numerous enough for fertilization. Can you get him to gather a sperm sample, at least?
I burst into tears again, and Dr. Cole handed me another tissue. There was no way Harry would let himself
be tested. He would be too afraid of the test coming back and it showing he had a problem.
You don't think he would do that? the doctor said.
No, I don't, I said through my tears. I was never going to have a baby. He's adamant there's nothing
wrong with him.
The only other thing you could do, if your husband won't help, is to get someone else to impregnate you.
Dr. Cole smiled. He was joking, of course. Wasn't he? Was he seriously advising me to sleep with someone other
than Harry so I could have a baby? I can't say the thought hadn't crossed my mind. I just hadn't expected the
doctor to mirror my thinking. And I had no idea who I could get to help.
He continued very quietly. It's not a service we are officially allowed to perform here, but sometimes
needs must.
I looked up. Was he really saying what I thought he was saying? That they could help me at the clinic, by
making me pregnant? Was this a way out of my misery? The students looked on, no doubt wondering what I
would say. They didn't seem surprised by what Dr. Cole had said. Was this a service they had already seen
offered there?
I didn't say anything. I suppose I was a bit shocked. Before I knew it, the doctor had switched back to full
professional mode and was handing me back my robe. No doubt he would deny all knowledge of having said
anything if he was challenged. I realized my appointment was at an end, and with it my hope of a child. I had to
say something before I walked out of there.
Won't you help me, doctor? I'm so desperate for a baby.