Heathers Stretched Hole

Spoilers & super descriptive tags: This fictional story is written from a female point of view and includes non-consent, medical equipment, doctors, restraints, untested drugs, pussy stretching, nipple stretching, lactating, crying, reluctance, and unwanted orgasms.

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I entered the doors of the clinic, the doors squeaking obscenely as my left arm held my jacket tight. I shuffled up to the front desk. The waiting room was thankfully empty. No one to witness what I was resorting to for money. I was so close to graduating from college that I could taste it, but I needed one more month of rent to make it there. A clinic nearby was accepting patients for a drug trial, and the only requirement was that the patient be a female above the age of 21. I came prepared, wearing a comfortable pair of sweatpants, a tank top, and a jacket over my chubby hourglass frame, knowing I'd be stuck here most of the day.

The receptionist looked at me with a beaming smile, "How may I help you?"

"Uh... yeah. I'm here for the clinical trial? I made an appointment." I replied.

"Wonderful! You must be Heather, then! I'm glad to see you made it. Please take a seat. A nurse will be with you shortly." She gestured to a chair.

I nodded and took a seat, looking around the room. It felt more like an outdated office space than a clinic. Discount posters about 'motivation' and 'working hard' were tacked on the back wall, and the left side was lined with mismatched rolling chairs, some ripped and expelling their foam. The fluorescent lights above blinked every few seconds, as if they needed to be replaced. I swallowed and looked down.

A pamphlet about the clinical trial sat beside me. I picked it up and skimmed through it. The information was no different than what I had already read online, except for one detail on the back:

This exciting new drug is expected to replace the epidural many laboring women receive for pain relief.

Huh, that means the testing they plan to do is probably to see if I feel anything after taking it. That sounds simple. I wonder why they didn't include that information online.

I set the pamphlet down as a nurse appeared and called my name. She led me towards the back of the clinic through a door that had a piece of printer paper taped to it that read: Clinical trial patient room. It was written in pencil.

The room was absurdly large and laid out like a meeting room, with a long table shoved against a wall. On it lay a laptop and various medical equipment. A surprisingly new hospital bed with crisp white sheets sat on the other side of the room. I stood in the middle of the room, tugging on my sleeve as the nurse gathered a clipboard and paperwork at the conference table.

Turning around, she handed me the clipboard and gestured for me to sit on the hospital bed. Gingerly, I sat on the edge, skimming the document as the nurse poised herself over the laptop. She had me recite my name and then began explaining the documents.

"The first page is a standard NDA to keep our drug a secret from competitors, of course, and the second and third pages are legal stuff about not suing us and that you understand the risks of this drug trial. Let me know if you have any questions." The nurse turned back to her computer.

I signed the first page and began reading the rest; nothing stuck out to me as weird, other than the entire thing reading like it was the output of someone asking AI, "write a legal-sounding document about clinical drug trials." I shrugged. They probably got a real lawyer to proofread it, even if it was an AI document. I signed it and handed it back to the nurse.

She smiled, "Wonderful. I already have your basic information from the online form, so we'll skip that and go straight to the clinical trial questionnaire. When was your last period?"

"Umm... about two weeks ago," I answered.

"Have you inserted anything into your vagina or anus the past 24 hours?"

"No, actually, I'm a virgin." I shifted on the bed.

"That was my next question, thank you." The nurse typed rapidly and then continued the questions. "Are you allergic to latex or silicone?"

"No."

"Wonderful, that's all I needed. Now, please get undressed and put on the cotton gown, and I'll be back with the injection in a moment." The nurse pointed to a faded hospital gown folded beside the bed and left the room before I could ask any questions.

I stared at the closed door for a moment before getting up and undressing, wondering what side effects I might have to an epidural replacement drug. She had asked me about latex, so I guessed they were going to test my body for numbness with latex gloves or something. I had barely gotten the gown on before the nurse barged back in, and I rushed to cover my nakedness. Didn't nurses usually knock?

"The drug will be administered through an injection. Make note of any symptoms you feel so we can log them." The nurse said as she prepped.

I nodded slowly, unsure of my decision to come here. The nurse turned and approached me with a syringe in one hand. She wiped down the crease of my arm with an antiseptic wipe, and after inspecting my veins, she stuck the needle in without warning. I gasped and looked away as she plunged the drug into my vein before sticking a flesh color bandage and cotton ball over it.

"Please stay still as the drug takes effect. How are you feeling?" The nurse readied herself at the laptop.

"Umm, a little warm and tingly. Like getting into a warm bath after playing in the snow." I closed my eyes as the warmth washed through me, and I blushed as I realized where the sensations were concentrated. "It's extra warm near um..."

"Near your nipples and between your legs?" The nurse asked.

"Yes." I blushed.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a tall, muscular man stepped in wearing a wrinkled white coat. "How is my newest patient doing?"

"This is Doctor Ryan, he will conduct the tests on you." The nurse said.

"I'm uh, okay, Doctor Ryan... A little hot, actually." I muttered as he leered over me.

"Typical side effect! Janet, please come over here and help me for a moment..." Nurse Janet walked quickly to the opposite side of the bed, and together they pulled out cuff restraints from under the bed.

My eyes widened, and I tried to back away. "What are you doing?"

"Deep breaths, Heather." He pressed my shoulder until I was lying horizontal. "This is for your safety and proper procedure for the trial."

My breathing came in short bursts as I watched them tighten the restraints around my wrists. Then Nurse Janet moved towards the foot of the bed and pulled out more restraints. I looked at the doctor, expecting an explanation, but he was focused on the clipboard I had signed earlier. I pulled my feet away from the nurse.

The doctor spoke up without looking at me, "Come on now, Heather, we don't want you to get hurt."

"What... Why do I need to be restrained?" I asked, the heat from the drug causing me to sweat.

"It should be painless. Unfortunately, I can't go into detail because you knowing the details could skew our results." He replied and put pressure on my knee to straighten it.

I slowly stretched my legs back out, and the nurse quickly restrained them, tightening the ankle cuffs with an extra tug. Lying my head back down, I sighed as another wave of warmth washed over my body. I tried to test the slack in the restraints, only to find my limbs suddenly too weak to lift. Whining, I tried fruitlessly to wiggle my limbs, only to get weak movements in response. I still felt the table and restraints against my skin, though. Wouldn't a labor drug want to cause numbness, not muscle fatigue?

Nurse Janet moved back to the computer and began typing rapidly as the doctor spoke to me, "Ah, one of the side effects is extreme muscle relaxation. Don't worry, though, they should wear off in about ten hours. Now I'm going to reposition you for the next few tests."

He bent down and pressed a button on the side of the bed. The motor whirred to life, and my ankles started rising into the air until my knees were backed up closer to my body, and my shins were parallel to the floor. I imagined this is what women about to give birth were positioned like. My gown had hiked up to my waist, leaving my entire bottom half exposed. I struggled to close my legs or cover myself, but my muscles wouldn't respond.

Doctor Ryan sat on a wheeled stool that resembled an office chair without the back and scooted between my legs. The nurse wheeled over a small metal table, but I couldn't see what was on it. I heard the snap of gloves being put on, then felt the doctor's gentle, gloved fingers on my thighs, pushing them further apart.

"Alright, Heather, I'm going to check your body's lubrication now." He said.

I felt his fingers spread my labia open and inspect my core as wet squelching sounds filled the air. I blushed. His fingers traced every crevasse between my legs, and my body jerked involuntarily every time he brushed past my clit. After a moment, I heard him grunt in frustration, then the snap of gloves coming off. His fingers quickly came back to my core, feeling warmer and rougher.

He smirked and spoke up in a note-taking voice. "Nurse Janet, please note that the patient's labia and clitoris are flushed and engorged. Her vagina is exceedingly self-lubricated, by far the most of any patient so far. Texture is smooth and silky... I'm inserting my fingers... now."

I stifled a moan as he inserted two fingers into me quickly, unexpecting the sensitivity. Every muscle he moved inside me sent a bolt of electric desire up through my belly. He twisted his fingers this way and that, pushing against my inner walls, until settling for a repetitive motion at my G-spot. I clenched my eyes shut, forcing the orgasm to stay down, and avoiding the thoughts about Doctor Ryan not having gloves on. For some reason, that thought made my orgasm closer.

As I focused, the doctor spoke up in his note-taking voice, "Her vaginal walls feel exceedingly elastic and loose. Pressing all sides yields fantastic elasticity. Moving into her anus..."

My eyes shot open as his fingers popped out with a squelch, traced down to my puckered hole and pushed, erasing all worries about his notes on my 'loose vagina'. To my horror, my body easily gave in and accepted his middle finger up to his knuckle. Then a second finger joined the first, and my core spasmed involuntarily, dripping juices onto his hand. He twisted his fingers, feeling every part of me. I trembled in my restraints, trying to subdue my body's responses.

"Patient's anus is equally relaxed, elastic and loose. Her arousal appears to be exceedingly sensitive as well as her vagina is so lubricated that it's dripping." He said as he removed his fingers and wiped off his hands.

I relaxed and took a deep breath, though equally puzzled by his words. How could I be loose there too? I was a virgin for both holes. And why didn't he put gloves on? The silence dragged on so long that I strained my neck to look down at the doctor. He was turned to the side, preparing something I couldn't see.

My voice trembled as I spoke, "What's the next test?"

He glanced at me, "I suppose I can explain the next test. There's no way to cheat on it... I'm going to measure the depth and width of your vagina."

I mulled over his words in my head, realizing I had the drug effects wrong. This wasn't a numbing drug like the epidural; it was a drug to relax the vagina muscles, only it relaxed all the body's muscles.

The doctor turned back to me and spread my labia with his non-gloved fingers. My body tensed, waiting for the cold intrusion, but it didn't come immediately. The doctor rubbed my inner thigh so long that I eventually relaxed, then he suddenly inserted the device into my core. I gasped as I felt my core spasm, my body's sensitivity on fire. Was I really about to cum from this? I took a deep breath and focused on anything but that, please, no.

The doctor spoke more notes, "Patient appears to be sexually aroused by insertion. Lubrication is more than sufficient for measuring. Commencing measurements..."

He pushed the device farther in until it bumped against my cervix, and I winced, the entrance to my womb extra sensitive. Then a clicking sound filled the room as he turned a knob on the device, widening it. My core stretched to accommodate the device, my body accepting it readily. I stifled a moan as the clicks slowed, my core feeling absurdly full, yet there was no pain; my body easily stretching to accommodate. I kept expecting the next click to bring pain, but instead I felt a rising tightness in my belly that I desperately tried to fight down.

"Patient's vagina easily stretched to five centimeters diameter. Her body has increased arousal from the width as indicated by her limbs trembling, vagina flexing, faint moans, and her stubborn concentration to not climax. Proceeding to seven centimeters now..." He spoke more notes for the nurse to record.

I tensed as his words soaked in, waiting for the stretching sensation, but nothing could have prepared me. As the doctor slowly clicked the device another centimeter bigger, my core and body flooded with scolding waves as an orgasm crashed through me. My eyes widened as I gasped and moaned loudly, my limbs gaining life and shaking violently in their restraints. My body thrashed forward and back, unable to contain the pleasure.

Vaguely, I heard the clicks of the device widening further, prolonging my orgasm as I shook my head, trying to tell the doctor no. My brain flooded with ecstasy, and I cringed internally as this new desire to be filled and stretched overcame me. I suddenly wanted to never be empty again, but I pushed the thought down, deeming it ridiculous and slutty.

As my orgasm faded away, I heard the doctor speak more notes, "Patient reached peak arousal through orgasm while being measured for width. Her vagina easily stretched to eight centimeters during her orgasm. Will evaluate patient for pain now."

The doctor sat patiently on his stool, watching me. My entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat as I trembled in the restraints. I stared straight up at the ceiling, unable to meet his gaze. My face was flushed with embarrassment. I realized then that the hospital gown had untied itself in my trembling orgasm, and my chest was now exposed. My nipples were hard points in the cold room, but I barely felt them as the heat of the drug coursed through me. The doctor had mentioned pain, but as I shifted my awareness between my legs, I still felt no pain, only extreme pressure from the device stretching me.

I shook my head, finally responding to the non-question. "No pain... just... a lot of pressure."

The doctor nodded, "Fantastic, but I do want to give your vaginal muscles time to acclimate so we are going to do a quick test on your nipples now."

Too weak to complain, I nodded and stared blankly at the ceiling as he shuffled around the room, eventually wheeling over another device to my side. He rubbed lube on my breasts and rolled each nipple between his fingers. I closed my eyes and breathed out slowly, relishing the pleasure.

The doctor pressed a button, and a rhythmic sound of air pressure filled the room. I opened my eyes in time to watch him place a plastic flange on each breast, my nipples immediately sucked long into the tubes. I stared dumbly at my nipples, each rising and falling obscenely in turn like they were being milked. Each tug sent a wave of pleasure down into my core, and soon I found myself moaning to each tug.

"Patient's nipples stretch three centimeters at first glance. Will check back in at regular intervals to note progress. No discharge currently." He said.

The doctor moved back between my legs and circled the device where it touched my vulva with his gloved fingers, brushing my clit at the top. I bucked, my body overwhelmed with sensitive arousal. Without warning, he clicked the device wider, and I stilled, waiting for the pain. Each click sent a wave of pleasure through me as I felt myself stretch wider, and I squirmed, trying to stifle this new desire coursing through me.

I wanted to be filled, to be ruined, and to be stretched wide. I didn't even know what sex was like yet, and here I was craving to be the opposite of tight. My eyebrows furrowed with conflict. I didn't want to be loose for my future husband, yet I craved it.

"...And, ten centimeters! Amazing job, Heather. How do you feel?" The doctor asked, staring at my obscenely stretched hole.

"Maybe a little sharp pain? But mostly just extreme pressure." I breathed, wondering what I looked like stretched so wide, "Will uhh, will I go back to normal?"

The doctor suddenly looked sheepish, "We're not sure. You'll know for certain in about a week once your body has a chance to rest."

"So, I could be stretched forever?" I asked too loudly, the last word turning into a moan as the breast machine gave an extra strong tug. I started trembling. How could they ruin me like this without even a warning? I didn't want to live my life looser than a slut.

"Don't worry, Heather, think of it more as we've prepared your body for labor! It'll be a piece of cake to birth a baby now. Also, your long, puffy nipples will be fantastic for helping a baby latch on. Speaking of nipples, let's check how yours are doing!" The doctor enthusiastically rushed over to my side and peered at my breasts.

Tears started falling out of the corners of my eyes as he talked. I didn't even know if I wanted kids, and now my body was permanently altered to have them. I was never going to experience sex like how its supposed to be with this huge, stretched vagina. Who would love a ruined woman? More tears fell as I sniffled and looked down at my nipples with the doctor, but the sight of them caused me to cry harder.

"Amazing, they are about four centimeters long now. Your nipples will shrink once the swelling dies down over the next week, but you should expect them to be longer and puffier from now on." He looked down and pressed a button on the machine, increasing the suction.

I whined, the tugging sensation sending new waves of pleasure to my stretched core. I watched the machine tug my red, swollen nipples higher, causing pain. More tears fell as sobs wracked my body, the pain, pleasure, and my ruined body too much for my brain. Absurdly, I felt another orgasm building that I didn't want.

The doctor petted my head and spoke, "Don't forget, Heather, this was all in the document you signed. This is your body now... I'll bet there are tons of guys out there who would love a baby-ready body!"

I tried to respond, but my body trembled with an oncoming orgasm that I refused to release. Pursing my lips, I squeezed my eyes shut in concentration, ignoring the world around me. I heard the doctor move between my legs, and I hoped he was preparing to take the giant device out of me. After another couple of breaths, I slowly acclimated to the strong suction on my nipples again and relaxed slightly, feeling the orgasm fade.

Suddenly I felt the doctor's hands on my labia again, circling my stretched pussy until he centered on my clit. He circled it slowly, avoiding the sensitive tip. My eyes shot open, and I looked down at him pitifully. He smirked back, letting his thumb rub over the center of my sensitive clit. I whined and squeezed my eyes shut, but the lack of vision made the sensation worse. My body trembled as the orgasm fought its way back.

The doctor clicked open the device more as he rubbed my clit harder and my body couldn't take it. I screamed as the orgasm ripped through me, my limbs thrashing against the restraints. I felt the doctor hold the device steady against my labia so it wouldn't pop out from my muscles spasming from the pleasure.