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*All characters in this story are 18+. The story features themes of exposure of a mother in front of her son, pubic hair shaving, intoxication by medical drugs, vaginal douching and enema, which may involve light pee/scat, along with a sissy’s exposure to his mother. If you are uncomfortable with these themes, please choose not to read this story.*
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Dr. Vikas pressed the buzzer on his desk to summon his assistant. Leaning back in his chair, he steepled his fingers while regarding Punita and her son, Purav, with an unreadable expression.
Punita shifted uncomfortably in her seat, waiting for the assistant to come in and perform the next procedure. The thin robe clung to her body like a second skin. Her nipples were still visibly erect through the fabric, and she could feel Purav’s eyes darting toward her from time to time. She glanced at Purav, who sat stiffly beside her, avoiding her gaze. *What is he hiding?* she wondered. There was a strange energy about him today, something secretive and… excited?
As the assistant entered the room, Punita and Purav couldn’t take their eyes off him. He was a tall, muscular man with a stoic expression, carrying a clipboard and a small toolkit. Dr. Vikas looked at them, amused, as he sensed the sexual tension directed at his assistant from both the mother and son duo.
“This is Balraam, my assistant; I presume you have met him already?” Dr. Vikas smirked, glancing at Punita’s erect nipples through her thin gown. He continued, “He is very professional and will take the readings for you today, Mrs. Rundee. Please don’t worry; he may look tough, but he is very gentle with the patients.” Looking at Purav, Dr. Vikas added, “Purav, please help him make your mother feel comfortable and be of assistance to both.” Dr Vikas added, then addressing Balraam, the assistant, he said, “Okay then, Balraam, please start your procedures while I attend to some of my other work.” With that, he got up and left the office, allowing the three to proceed with the procedures.
Balraam nodded at the doctor before turning to Punita. “Ma’am, please stand up,” he instructed, his tone business-like yet strangely dominant. Punita felt relieved to hear him call her Ma’am instead of her last name. *Quite a gentleman too,* she thought to herself. However, as grateful as she was for this, she hesitated for a moment before standing, clutching the edges of her robe to keep it from riding up any further. She felt even more self-conscious about her robe now that a new man was in the room who was so good-looking and well-mannered.
“You can come along too, son,” he said, addressing Purav, who was a little embarrassed to hear Balraam call him ‘son. ‘ He must be just 5-6 years older than him, yet towering above him as if Purav was his child. He tried to ignore the comment and got up, trying to cover his little erection in his mother’s panties underneath his clothes as he followed them.
Balraam gestured for them to move to the corner of the room where a scale and measuring equipment were set up. “We’ll start with your weight and height,” he said, “and then move on to other measurements.” Punita nodded, grasping the basic procedures, and stepped onto the scale as Balraam recorded her weight. “55 kg,” he announced loudly, devoid of any emotion, as he wrote it down in his notebook. *Why does he need to announce this?* Punita wondered, feeling self-conscious about her son in the room hearing her weight.
Balraam ignored her embarrassment before guiding her to a vertical measuring rod. “We’ll measure your height now. Please stand against the wall looking forward, your arms pointing down, on your sides,” he commanded again in a professional yet dominating tone. His commands seemed to have an effect on Punita, who felt her pussy get moist and her nipples more erect. The thin gown pressed even more tightly around her bust, showing off her very hard and throbbing nipples.
Balram had now moved very close to her, on the verge of pushing his strong masculine body against her as she was pinned against the wall, facing him. She was beginning to breathe fast, looking up at him as he worked, adjusting the height measuring gauge and bringing it down to the top of her head. His arms were raised, and she could smell his masculine pheromones attracting her to his armpits, which did not help her case. Balraam then held Punita’s chin using his hands, guiding it straight so she could look straight into his tight, t-shirt-covered, chiselled chest. Even his hands were huge compared to her tiny face. His touch sent a shiver down Punita’s spine. “5ft 1 inch”, he replied loudly again, as his hands moved away from her chin towards his notepad, and he noted it down, moving himself away from her, ever so professional.
“Now we will take your body measurements, ma’am. Please step forward a few paces and maintain the same position,” he replied, pulling a measuring tape from his pocket. “I’ll need your assistance with this, son. Kindly hold this notepad and write down the measurements next to escort bursa each field as I measure and announce them,” he added, giving the notepad and pen to Purav.
*Body measurements? That’s strange…Nowhere has that been measured at any of my previous visits*, Punita thought to herself. But her pussy was throbbing now and was beginning to take over her mind as Balraam suddenly got close to her again with the measuring tape. He wrapped the tape around Punita’s breast, right on her sore nipples, around her back, his two thick fingers holding the ends of the tape close to her chest in the centre. Her very hard eraser nipples compressed under the tape and hardened under the thin fabric of the robe, betraying her lustful desires. “38 Bust”, he shouted towards Purav.
Purav suddenly shocked at having to write down, froze for a second, his face burning with shame. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him. Watching his mother being touched and measured in such an intimate way stirred something euphoric in him. He was getting turned on watching his mother get turned on by a masculine man! “38 Bust, write it down, son”, Balraam repeated again, looking at Purav, who suddenly snapped out of his daze and wrote the measurements into the notepad.
Punita’s face turned red with embarrassment at the mention of her bust size being repeated twice now.
Balraam then took a pair of medium-sized glass cups shaped like conical breasts. “We need to measure your cup size, ma’am. For this, I’ll need to measure your breasts directly. I’ll open the back of the gown and slide it off a bit to take the measurements,” he added.
*What? What did he just say?* Punita was trying to make sense of the situation when she suddenly felt Balaram’s hand at the back of her gown, tugging at the string near her right shoulder, loosening the gown and causing it to slip from the front.
“Wa…wait”, she replied; everything was moving so fast when Balraam’s hands grabbed the top of her robe side and pulled it down, exposing her round, full and creamy-wheatish breasts, hanging loose, in their full glory, showing her rock hard eraser-like brown nipples with quarter-sized dark areolas. Her breasts were hanging in their full glory, and she was exposed suddenly in front of two men, including her own son. His hands instinctively went to her breasts, trying to cover up as much as possible, trying to get back her modesty, but they were too big for her small palms, which could only cover her nipples.
This was the first time in his life that Purav was seeing a real woman’s breasts and that too his own mother’s. Purav stared at them like a deer in headlights. But he realised something new this time. His lust thoughts weren’t due to the seeing of his mother’s breasts, but rather out of admiration for them. They looked so beautiful, firm, toned, and full, even at her age! Purav wasn’t turned on out of the reason to suck on those breasts or play with them, but rather to have them on his own chest and feel their weight on his body. He wanted men like Balraam to stare at him, too, and want to play with them.
“Don’t worry, ma’am, this is a standard process; all patients undergo this. Please relax and tell me the size of your bra. What size cups do you usually wear? ” Balraam asked Punita as he grabbed her palms, covered her breasts, and moved them to the side, exposing them again.
Punita blinked, surprised. “Excuse me?”
“Ma’am, many women wear bras that are the wrong size, and we determine the exact size for your breasts using precise measuring devices. This can help prevent soreness and even reduce the risk of breast cancer. Therefore, checking the correct cup size is a crucial factor for our patients, ma’am. Now, please answer my question so I can measure it accurately and quickly,” Balram explained, looking Punita in the eyes as she stood there with her exposed breasts and sore, hardened nipples.
“I we…wear..C Cups”, Punita answered, shaken and feeling humiliated but also very, very turned on, feeling the wetness begin to slide along her smooth legs underneath the robe.
*No wonder mom’s bras are a little loose for me; they are C-Cups!* Purav got excited hearing this, and his little penis got erect again.
“Then let’s start with C cups”, Balraam responded as he took a pair of glass conical breast-shaped cups labelled “C” and put them on Punita’s breasts, trying to contain them inside the cups. When Balram’s strong, calloused hands holding the cups reached for her breasts, Punita tensed, her breath catching in her throat. He measured her cup size meticulously, first scooping her left breast using his right hand, and then he inserted it inside the cup, trying to cover it fully, and repeated the same with the other breast. His expression was impassive, as if this were the most routine tasks in the world. *How can he be so calm?* Punita thought, her heart pounding, staring at him fondling her soft milky breasts but with such professionalism, as deep down, görükle escort a thrill coursed through her veins.
“Nope, I’m afraid you’re wearing the wrong bra size, ma’am. Your breasts aren’t C Cups. See, they do not fit inside these cups. I think D cups ought to do better.” Balraam replied, looking up at Punita, indicating her half-covered breasts inside the cups, filling only half the cups. He took the cups away and proceeded to do the same thing with a new pair of cups labelled “D” and covered Punita’s breast with them. They fully engulfed in these cups, her already sore nipples pressing hard against the cold glass cups, her soft skin trapped inside the shape of the glass cups whose base touched her chest, showing a perfect alignment.
“D Cup Breasts,” Balraam nodded, shouting towards Purav and indicating for him to write it down in the notepad. Purav enjoyed the humiliation of noting down his own mother’s breast cup size, feeling a pang of jealousy as he wished he too could have breasts like hers that would fill the bra he wore underneath.
Punita was surprised too, *Oh, I’m D cups? I never knew; maybe that’s what’s causing the soreness in my breasts,* she thought to herself. However, this thought was fleeting and quickly disappeared, her lust taking over her rational mind.
Balraam, ever so professional, kept the cups back and took the tape measure again. He continued measuring Punita’s body without bothering to cover her exposed upper body. He wrapped the tape around her waist, just below her navel. “34 Waist,” he replied to Purav, who noted it down.
He proceeded to wrap the measure around the fullest part of her hips, bending down in front of her and measuring her hips. “40 Hips”, he shouted towards Purav. Punita felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal as his hands moved over her body, the cool material of the tape measure brushing against her thin gown. His rough hands touched her body gently in places she wanted to be touched by him.
“Ma’am, we will measure your subcutaneous fat now, which will be measured from your stomach area,” Balraam spoke as he pulled open the partition on Punita’s robe further down, now also exposing her stomach and navel. The gown was only covering her private areas, and bum now, the rest of Punita’s MILFy body was fully exposed in the room.
“Wait… wait!” Punita exclaimed, raising her hands in vain to stop Balraam from forcing open her robe. The thin robe only covered a quarter of her body, protecting only the modesty of her private nether regions. Her bare legs and upper body were fully exposed to the room now. Purav, shocked to see his mother like this, eyed her body for different reasons.
Balraam took a fat-measuring device that resembled scissors, but it featured blunt, clamped ends designed to grasp stomach fat, along with a dial displaying measurements. He pinched Punita’s stomach just below her left navel to gauge her body fat, reading the value shown on the dial. “38% body fat,” he announced as Purav noted it down once more.
“Now, we will conduct a body hair examination, ma’am. This helps us gain a basic, top-level understanding of whether your hormones are functioning properly; if we find any discrepancies, we may perform more detailed testing, and if everything seems normal, we won’t carry out any additional tests.”
*This is a bit unusual, but he makes sense…*, Punita pondered to herself.
Without any prior warning, Balraam quickly pulled apart Punita’s robe from the bottom front also, exposing her naked body fully in the room. Punita stood there, shocked, unable to process what just happened, standing there exposing her trimmed but hairy vulva, her fleshy curvy body and soft belly on full display, as Purav stared, shocked too, taking in his mother’s fully naked and exposed body right in front of him.
“Don’t worry, we are professionals, and it’ll be over in a flash”, Balraam added as he brought a magnifying glass and lifted Punita’s arms, using it to examine her underarms closely, then her nipples, his rough hands gently touching her breasts; arms, legs, her vulva; where she could feel his hot breath right on her clit; perineum and finally turned her swiftly around to examine her ass crack, as his hands spread her ass.
There was no part of her body that Purav had not seen now. His mother had been fully exposed to her son. Her jiggly and big and fatty butt was fair and soft like jelly, and Purav got his fair share of jealousy watching his mother’s body. Purav knew his mother was a very attractive woman, but seeing her like this, fully naked in front of a stranger in the room, embarrassed and humiliated, was such a turn-on for him.
Punita stood there in her birthday suit, completely naked, and let Balraam examine her body as he needed, being compliant. She was fully humiliated also and embarrassed, her face turning red, feeling so exposed with the detailed examination she underwent, but her body seemed to be saying something else because her nipples were hard, and her pussy seemed to be oozing wetness that clung to her trimmed pubic hair. Punita was enjoying this humiliation to a certain degree; it was becoming a tease for her, and it raised temperatures in her nether regions.
“Shaved/Waxed hair in the underarms, no visible hair growth around the nipples, arms and legs are also waxed clean with minimal growth, the upper lip is also fine with no growth. Natural bush on the vulva area, which is trimmed, and no hair in the anal area or the perineum,” he announced to Purav, who snapped out of his daze and wrote the details down quickly.
“Now we will have to take body temperature, ma’am”, Balraam continued, addressing Punita without giving her a break. “We prefer to do it through the bottom as this gives us a more accurate reading. I would like you to bend forward with your arms on the wall, facing it”, he continued directing Punita. He pulled her waist back with his hands gripping it towards his crotch, and she complied, not being given any second to think and process, just one command after the other.
“Good”, he said, watching Punita comply as he took a mercury thermometer from an antiseptic liquid and wiped it with cotton, followed by scooping some lubricant using its tip from a jar. His actions were swift and merely took a few seconds as he took the lubed-up thermometer near Punita’s ass, “Now please use your hands to spread your cheeks, ma’am, and I want you to take 10 deep breathes in and out.”
Punita started breathing deeply when she suddenly felt the coldness of the thermometer rub against her butt hole, the tip feeling thin and rubbing cool jelly around her anal opening, sending shivers down her spine. “Ohhh”, she let out an uncontrollable whispered moan.
Balraam used his ungloved fingers to touch her ass hole, spreading the lube around it and then dipping the thermometer in the lube jar again and inserting it inside Punita’s rectum, pushing it in deep without a warning in a single go. “Ahhhh”, she gasped as he inserted the thermometer into her anus, the cold metal causing her muscles to clench involuntarily.
“Relax,” he commanded, his tone allowing no room for argument.
Here she was, fully naked in a room, bent forward against the wall, looking at an empty wall in front of her own son, exposed, humiliated, examined, and now debased. Her pussy quivered as the juices overflowed, clearly noticeable, as her sphincter gripped the thermometer, not wanting to let it out. She could feel Purav’s eyes on her again, watching intently. *Does he enjoy this?* she wondered, a strange mix of shame and arousal stirring within her.
Purav watched, in stunned silence, his heart pounding in his chest, his mother being taken, an object inserted inside her bottom, spread open, bending forward. She seemed like a pornstar – like she was used to being in this position. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from his mother’s humiliation, yet a part of him–a dark, secret part–found it thrilling. His own butt hole tingled with anticipation, craving to be filled too.
Just as Punita drew her last breath, Balraam finally withdrew the thermometer. She exhaled shakily, her legs trembling beneath her, as he announced the reading, “99.5 degrees Fahrenheit,” while Purav wrote it down.
“Ah, the body temperature is done! Wonderful!” said a suddenly appearing Dr. Vikas, who had left the room earlier when Balraam had started the measurements.
“You see, Mrs. Rundee, normal body temperatures for women range from about 98.2 to 98.6 degrees, but women’s body temperatures increase during ovulation. That is why this period is referred to as being ‘in heat.’ Most women experience a rise in temperature during their ovulatory phase by a few degrees, but yours is the highest I’ve ever seen, suggesting a pronounced ovulatory phase. That explains the heightened sexual desires you experience during this time,” he explained.
Punita suddenly felt even more ashamed with the doctor walking in and seeing her nude, bent over, in such a vulnerable position, as she quickly turned around, trying to cover her body with her palms. She felt the doctor’s gaze roaming on her body, eye-fucking her naked skin, her plumpy ass, her vulva and her full breasts, as she turned red and averted her gaze. She understood what the doctor was saying, and it explained to her rational mind, but she didn’t like how he had to say it out loud in the room for everyone to hear. *Great, now even Balraam knows about my sexually charged ovulatory phases*, she thought to herself, feeling humiliated.
“Are you all done with the measurements, Balraam?” Dr. Vikas asked, looking at him.
“Yes, doctor. Please pass the notepad to the doctor, son,” Balraam said to Purav, who swiftly stepped forward and handed the notepad to Dr. Vikas.
Balraam, Dr. Vikas and her son Purav all were now standing close to Punita, surrounding her, clothed, as she stood there fully naked in front of the three men. She had never felt so exposed in her life. She was so humiliated and degraded, but the worst part was she was enjoying it. It was making her pussy throb, her body crave and revolt. She could spot all three men having a hard-on, their pants tightening around their crotch area. Even her son.
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