Examination
by H. Saotome

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This story is based on the manga series "Ranma 1/2". Ranma needs to
schedule a medical exam. M/F, n/c.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Ranma 1/2". This story was written for
non-commercial purposes only.

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"There you are. Good as new."

"Thanks Doc. You're a real miracle worker." The young man whose hair was
braided at the back into a tight pigtail swung his legs over the side of
the examination table, glancing again at the bandage on his wrist. It
barely hurt now.

"Next time remember that it's safer to dodge than block when you get
Akane riled up," the kindly doctor suggested. "Especially when she has a
cast iron skillet in her hand."

Ranma shrugged. "Can I help it if she can't face the truth about her
cooking?"

Doctor Tofu sighed, but chose not to press the issue. Instead he decided
to return to an argument he'd had with his patient the last several
times the boy came by. "Have you given any more thought to making an
appointment to have a gynecological exam? I can recommend ..."

Ranma cut him off with a chop of his hand between them. "Forget it, Doc!
No *way* I'm letting someone stick anything in me down there. Especially
when it's the wrong parts down there! I'm a guy, and that's that."

Tofu had turned to wash his hands at the sink, timing this action very
deliberately to the objection which had just been predictably voiced.
With careful carelessness he managed to press a hand against the faucet
and hit the boy behind him with a stream of cold water. He turned around
and surveyed the result - instead of a boy there now stood a very
attractive, teenage girl with her bright red hair still in the same
pigtail. Tofu gave an embarrassed smile and offered an apologetic
"Oops."

Ranma eyed the man with suspicion, but only remarked, "Watch out,
wouldya? That's the fifth time today I've been splashed and turned into
a girl. Could you fill a glass with hot so I can change back?"

The doctor turned the other handle and poured hot water into a glass. As
he handed the glass to the young woman and kept his eyes carefully away
from the clinging, wet shirt, he remarked, "I know you want to think of
yourself as a boy, Ranma, but the simple fact is that you change into a
girl, a one hundred percent complete girl, every time you come into
contact with cold water."

He watched as Ranma poured the glass of hot water over her head,
transforming herself instantly back into a male. Tofu continued his
argument. "My point is that - whether you like it or not - your body is
constantly changing back and forth between male and female. Neither you
nor I know what unusual stresses that may be putting on the parts of
your body which obviously change the most. I'm sure we both hope that
you won't suffer any difficulties from it, but as a doctor it's my job
to worry about your health. I'd really like you to see a specialist in
prostate and testicular issues as well. My professional opinion,
however, is that the more critical need is an examination of those parts
specific to your female form."

The boy gave him a cocky smirk. "Just forget it, Doc. Any guy'll tell
you - there ain't *nothing* wrong with my other body. And I ain't
letting anybody poke around with it. And that's final!" Whistling off
key, he laced his fingers together behind his head, elbows jutting out
to the sides, and strolled nonchalantly through the door of the
examination room.

"But ..." Tofu tried one last time.

"Not listening!" Ranma called out cheerfully. The bell over the door
rang as he left the clinic.

                               o - o - o

A couple of days later Ranma slammed open the door of his gym locker,
and proceeded to yank off his gym uniform and shove it into the locker
far more vigorously than necessary. He was also maintaining a steady
stream of grumbling as he stripped, and the few stragglers still in the
room with him edged a little further away. He gave them a glum look and
tried to rein in his temper. After all, what happened wasn't their
fault.

Truth to tell, he ought to be used to this sort of thing by now. The
trouble was, gym was his favorite class - hell, the only class he liked
at all. But it had rained last night and, well, he'd just gone and
gotten careless, that was all. They'd been working on the high jump, and
he'd glanced over toward the girls' class and seen that Akane was
looking his way. So he just had to show off. Shouting at everyone that
the high jump was too tame, he'd run over toward where the pole vault
was still set up from yesterday's meet, and easily jumped over the bar
without the use of the traditional pole.

That was when he noticed the puddle of water in the middle of the mat
right where he was coming down.

He'd squirmed frantically, amusing everyone as he made a credible
attempt to swim through the air. You'd think it would be easy for
someone able to leap tall, or at least modestly sized, buildings.
Unfortunately, while he could bend the laws of physics, he couldn't
break them, and his center of gravity stubbornly continued to trace out
the arc it began with his jump. He'd smacked down right into the water,
and all the more clumsily for his frantic yet hopeless attempt to avoid
that fate. All of his classmates had laughed helplessly as he regained
his feet, dripping wet and thoroughly female.

The coach had made him finish the class that way, not letting him take a
break to go inside and find some hot water. As soon as class ended, he
detoured to a restroom to change back, having no desire to enter a
locker room full of perverted boys while still a girl. Which meant that
the other guys were finished and on their way out well before him.
Sometimes life just sucked.

Then when he pulled down his gym shorts, Ranma discovered just how much
life sucked right at that moment. There was a spot of blood in the
crotch. He was reminded of the cramps he'd felt after falling in the
pond that morning, during the regular sparring session with his pop.
/Dammit! I'm starting another period!/ He couldn't help snarling the
thought within his head. Fortunately, he didn't suffer them as
frequently as a real girl. Unfortunately, he, or rather *she*, wasn't
spared them entirely. Which meant he was going to have to spend the next
several days dealing with the mess every time he changed gender.

Ranma finished dressing, then slammed the locker door so hard it ended
up partially *inside* the locker. He abruptly sat on the bench behind
him, scowling upon the universe at large.

The next class was starting by now, but he could hardly bring himself to
care. Why did he have to put up with this crap? What had he ever done to
deserve it? His cursed form was never anything but a burden to him.
Okay, granted it sometimes provided a useful disguise. And his fiancee
Akane seemed less prickly when "he" was female. And it was useful for
scamming free food. Then there was the fantastic feeling her body
provided when she slipped her fingers between ...

Ranma cleared his throat, embarrassed at the direction in which his
thoughts had wandered. He never intended to let anyone know how often
he, or rather she, had experimented with her female form. But the
sensual floating wonderfulness when she ... he cleared his throat again.
Still, it felt so different from the admittedly great sensation of doing
that sort of thing as a guy. It was really rather addictive, though he'd
die rather than admit it.

The boy sighed, thinking over what the next few days would entail, all
too familiar with it from past experience. It would be impossible to
avoid water. Every time he changed into a female, she'd get to
experience the cramps, the awkward sensations, the ... by-products.

Reluctantly, Ranma recalled Doctor Tofu's words on the subject.
Wondering if the constant changing back and forth between genders,
particularly at a time like this, just *might* cause problems he ought
to deal with. Perhaps ... perhaps he really *ought* to see a doctor
about it. Someone who specialized in, well, female matters.

Ranma's mouth twisted in a grimace as he slowly came to the conclusion
that he should consider this more seriously. Find a doctor, a
gynecologist, make an appointment, get *her* body thoroughly checked
out. Should he tell the doctor about the curse? Probably. The twisted
expression on his face grew even more contorted. He hated revealing his
curse to people, knowing that - at least at first - they'd think him a
freak. Maybe ... maybe he could avoid it, just for the first visit. Get
a checkup as if she was just a girl. See if everything was all right. If
the doctor spotted anything the least bit funny, then maybe she could
explain about the curse.

Ranma gave himself a nod, mind made up on those points. He'd wait a few
days, of course. Bad enough to see such a doctor in the first place,
without the added mortification of doing it at that time of month. The
thought that any doctor's office would probably make a new patient wait
weeks for an appointment never even crossed his mind. He was too used to
getting immediate attention from anyone he dealt with.

The next question was how to find the doctor. Tofu, he knew, was more
than ready to make a recommendation. But Ranma found he balked at the
thought of going to the man about this. He had his pride after all. He
had told Doctor Tofu in no uncertain terms that he had no intention of
visiting a gynecologist, under any circumstances. Had told him so on
multiple occasions. The thought of letting Tofu know he had caved in on
the point was, well, he'd just rather not do so.

Okay, so who else would know about such doctors? His fiancee was the
same age as himself, and might never have been to such a doctor, so far.
Even if she had - he pictured himself asking Akane what gynecologist she
used and shrank in fear from the thought of the damage she would wreak
upon his body in response. How about her sisters? Of course, they too
were still on the young side; even Kasumi was only three years older
than he and Akane. Besides, he just couldn't imagine asking the sweet,
innocent Kasumi such a thing. And Nabiki ... he shuddered. The mercenary
would charge him so much for such information that he'd still be paying
it off in his old age.

Ranma sighed. The other girls his own age were just as bad as choices.
The ancient Amazon Cologne ... he shuddered even worse than he had when
considering Nabiki. He definitely didn't want to *know* whether or not
she visited such a doctor.

That pretty much left his mother, yet his heart quailed at the thought.
It was true that she had finally set aside the seppuku contract which
declared that he would commit ritual suicide if he did not grow up to be
a "man among men." Nonetheless, she still had a huge hang-up about his
"manliness." Ranma couldn't bear the thought of what he might see in his
mother's eyes if she learned he was planning to visit a gynecologist.

So what was he to do? Okay, he could probably ask one of the female
teachers. Not Ninomiya-sensei of course. But one of the others. Still,
even that idea was not very appealing. But what was he supposed to do,
seeing that there wasn't anyone he was willing to ask?

Ranma shook his head and called himself an idiot. What did people
usually do these days if they wanted to find something and didn't know
who to ask? They looked it up online. Not that he dared use the computer
they'd gotten for the house, not for this. He knew damned well that
Nabiki had ways of checking on what sites people had visited online. But
there were computers right here at school. The ones in the library might
be a little too public for his tastes, at least for something like this.
But what if there was no class in the computer lab right now? It should
be easy enough to sneak in, find what he wanted, and no one would be the
wiser. And if he was going to do something like that, he'd better do it
right now, while everyone else was in class.

Ranma got up with a determined air, and strode out the door and down the
hall. He wasn't smiling, because he found nothing to be happy about in
the situation. Yet he was calmer than earlier, now that he had settled
on a course of action and begun to carry it out. His confidence grew as
the hallways remained empty, with no one questioning his intentions.

The door to the computer lab was locked, but this barely slowed the boy
down. There were some benefits, after all, to having a father who saw
nothing wrong with stealing when it was a matter of survival, and Ranma
had become an expert at picking locks while still in elementary school.
He carefully locked the door again behind himself, and sat in front of a
station off in one corner. Within minutes he was typing keywords into
the browser's search tool.

The young man blinked at the report that his search had returned
hundreds of thousands of entries. He looked at his search terms of
"gynecology examination" and decided to add "female," "first
appointment" and "Nerima Tokyo Japan." Sadly, this only reduced the
number to tens of thousands. On the other hand, looking down the first
page he saw an entry for classified ads which looked like it might be
what he sought. Clicking through, he started reading the very first
advertisement, for a clinic there in Nerima.

Now Ranma did smile. This place sounded exactly like what he was looking
for! Discreet, looking for new patients, nearby but not too close to
either home or the school. Just about perfect. He quickly copied down
the information about the address. Looking at the phone number, he
decided not to bother calling first. The only telephone to which he had
access without potentially awkward explanations was the one in the front
hall at home, and that was just too much of a risk to use for something
like this. No, he'd just stop by the place and make his appointment.
Besides, that would give him a chance to look the clinic over first,
before deciding to go through with making the appointment. Yes, he
thought this would work out just fine.

                               o - o - o

The red-haired girl stood in front of the building, studying it. It
didn't look much like a medical building, or any kind of office building
for that matter. Not that it was dirty or anything, aside from an air of
being a somewhat older place. No, there wasn't anything expressly *bad*
about it, it was just a little different from what she had expected,
that was all.

Besides, if she was going to be honest with herself, her current
uneasiness wasn't caused by the appearance of the building in front of
her. It was her clothes. She tugged at the skirt again. Despite having
lived for some time with a curse that turned her into a girl, Ranma
hadn't dressed the part very often. The skirt was bad enough. But it was
the bra and panties which were truly making her self conscious. Not to
mention the purse she had slung over one shoulder.

Ranma took a moment to firmly suppress her worries about such things.
She reminded herself that she was the one who had chosen this place, and
she'd chosen it because it had matched her needs. She thought back to
the ad she had read.

    Star Enterprise - We specialize in gynecology and other medical
    examinations, pregnant women, massage, sexual therapy, and
    relations between doctors, nurses and their patients.

    We are looking for new young women to be our patients. We
    maintain a clean environment and offer competitive rates, with a
    friendly yet professional staff. Confidentiality guaranteed.
    Contact us at ...

Ranma shrugged her shoulders. It couldn't hurt to go in and take a look,
especially as she was already here. She could always turn around and
leave if the place didn't suit her. Besides, if she left she'd have to
start all over again looking for another clinic. With a firm step, she
crossed the street, pushed open the door, and marched inside.

Ranma was surprised by what she found on entering. It didn't remind her
much of the waiting room at Doctor Tofu's clinic, or the dentist, or
anything she'd seen on TV. There weren't any other women waiting, for
one thing. For another, the receptionist wasn't on the other side of a
window, but was sitting behind a desk. On the other hand, the woman gave
the red-haired girl a big, friendly smile.

"Good afternoon, are you interested in the job? You certainly look right
for it!"

Ranma took a step backward, confusion registering in her eyes for a
moment. Then she realized that the doctor's office must be looking to
hire someone, and she'd been mistaken for an applicant. Probably because
she hadn't called to make an appointment. "Uh, no. No! I'm not a nurse.
I just wanted to make an appointment. For an examination." She
remembered that the advertisement had said something about other medical
examinations, and quickly clarified, "A gynecology examination."

The woman behind the desk appeared puzzled. "But that's ..." Then her
eyes widened. Slowly, a broad grin spread across her face. "I think you
don't quite ..." She stopped there, her expression growing speculative.
Something about the situation appealed to her hentai instincts, and as
all her friends could attest, her tendencies in that direction were very
strong. "So, you want to be one of our patients, huh? To see the
gynecologist? And you don't already have such a doctor? I'm guessing
this would be your first examination of that sort?"

The teenage girl in front of her wrung her hands together nervously.
"Yeah, sort of. I mean, yeah. I've never had one before. But ... I
guess, I think ... I mean, I should have one."

The woman behind the desk continued smiling, and struggled to keep it
looking friendly rather than greedy. She very carefully did not lick her
lips. "Are you familiar with what happens during such exams? I'm just
asking so that I can warn the doctor and nurses how much they should
explain to you about what needs to be done."

Ranma looked down and quietly answered. "Uh, no. I don't ... I don't
really know anything about it at all. Just that, you know, you gotta
look at me, uh, down there. You know. But my pop ... I guess he never
thought I needed to know what girls gotta go through. And my mom ...
that's even more complicated. So all I know is ... um, not much at all."

The receptionist nodded. "So you know that you'll have to have a vaginal
exam but not much else. And I suppose I should make sure you understand
it's an *internal* as well as an external exam. Oh, and there's a breast
exam as well. Among other things we need to check for lumps which might
signal tumors."

"Oh." Ranma looked down at her large chest nervously. "Well, if you
gotta, I guess you gotta. So, uh, when can we do this? I'd rather not
wait too long."

The woman's smile grew, if possible, even wider. They had done two
shoots that morning, but hadn't managed to schedule an afternoon
session. The crew was doing some editing, and some maintenance work on
the equipment, but were mostly idle at the moment. "If you'll wait while
I check with the doctor, you might be in luck. We had a couple of
cancellations, and I think we might be able to fit you in."

"Really?!" Ranma smiled back at her. "That would be great! Um, but I
gotta ask. How much does one of these exams cost? 'Cause I'm afraid I
don't have much on me."

The receptionist had a poleaxed look for just a second. Then she
recovered. "Oh, no need to worry about that. You see, we're trying to
drum up business. So the first examination is free, and we don't charge
you until you return for later visits." She paused thoughtfully, then
added, "Or perhaps I should say, the first exam is free so long as
everything goes normally. If you start complaining about the procedures,
or giving the doctor trouble, or anything like that, well ... I'm sure
you won't do anything like that. But you can't expect us to provide free
service to patients who give us a lot of extra headaches."

Ranma was delighted at the news that she might not have to pay at all.
"Hey, no problem! I promise, I'll be the best patient you ever had! Tell
the doc I totally know how to cooperate." Ranma knew that she was
stretching the truth there, but considering the incentive, was
determined to be on her best behavior.

The woman gave her a wink, then stood and disappeared through a door.
Ranma looked around and sat in a chair, surprised not to find any old
magazines to leaf through. At the same time, her nervousness had
vanished. The receptionist's friendly manner had put her completely at
ease. Combined with the chance to get this over with immediately, this
particular clinic's little idiosyncrasies didn't bother her at all, any
more.

The woman was gone for several minutes. Several minutes during which,
unbeknownst to Ranma, a furiously hurried discussion took place on the
other side of the wall. When she returned, Ranma almost thought for a
second that her mouth was arranged in a smirk, but it was replaced so
quickly by her sunny smile that the redhead decided she was imagining
things.

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait about ten minutes. They had, uh ...
because of the lack of patients, they were ... cleaning some of the
equipment we use. Yeah. They're getting everything back in place now.
They'll be ready for you in just a few minutes. I promise."

Ranma was quick to reply reassuringly. "Okay. That sounds fine. I really
want to get this over with. I don't mind waiting just a few minutes."

The receptionist nodded. "Thank you. You're very understanding. I should
probably warn you, in case you hadn't thought about the possibility,
that the doctor is a man. And so is one of the nurses. They also
suggested that I point out to you, since this is your first time, that
it will take a lot longer than a usual exam. Oh, and they'll also need
to take a medical history. I hope you're okay with all of that."

Ranma shrugged. "Don't suppose I have any choice. It's okay. I got the
rest of the afternoon available."

A quarter of an hour passed before the door opened, and another woman
appeared in it. She was wearing a nurse's uniform, one which appeared to
be excessively short to Ranma's eye, but she decided it was none of her
business. The woman called out cheerfully, "We're ready for you now,
honey."

Ranma got up and plodded after her, following her into a room which
mostly was equipped fairly similarly to Doctor Tofu's examination rooms.
The main exception was the examination table in the center of the room,
which was shorter than Tofu's and had a couple of oddly shaped
components attached to one end and arranged somewhat higher than the
rest of the table. There was also a metal frame to one side of the
table, with a curtain or blanket hanging down inside the frame.

As Ranma looked around the room more carefully, she noticed a couple of
odd gadgets, one over to the side on a counter, the other attached to
the ceiling. They were surrounded with what appeared to be taped
together bits of cardboard, obscuring their shape, but each had a
circular opening at the front. "What are those?" she asked the nurse,
pointing.

The nurse followed the pointing finger, as if she had to figure out what
the girl was trying to indicate. "Oh, those. Don't worry. Those are just
our, um, thermal imagers. They, uh, help to monitor blood flow. It helps
us gauge your reactions during parts of the exam."

Ranma let it drop, and the nurse adopted a businesslike expression.
"Would you please disrobe now, dear? We have a lot to do, so we ought to
get started."

Ranma stood there, nervousness now greatly magnified. "When you say
disrobe, uh, how much ..."

The nurse gave her a look which quickly had Ranma squirming as if she
were a child. "I mean everything," she told her. "The doctor will need
to examine all of the parts covered by your clothes, so you need to get
them out of the way. Just put them on the counter behind you. I suppose
you can leave your socks on, if you really must."

The redhead grimaced, looking down at her feet. "Doesn't seem much
point." Looking back up, she asked, "Don't I get one of those, you know,
robes. Like you see in hospital shows."

"You mean a johnny," the nurse informed her. "And no, we don't bother
with those. Like I said, the doctor has to examine everything anyway. So
there isn't any point in covering up."

Ranma sighed heavily, but quickly stripped down to her skin. The cool
air in the office quickly had her nipples standing to attention. At that
point, a man entered the room, startling Ranma for just a moment. He too
was wearing a nurse's uniform, a male version, and not nearly so brief
as the woman's.

"I'm going to need to ask you a bunch of questions," the man told her,
"while Aoi here takes your vitals. Okay?"

Uncomfortable with the way the man's eyes were traveling her body, but
telling herself that he *was* a medical professional and was probably
just looking for scars, blemishes and the like, Ranma got herself under
control. "Sure thing. Shoot."

The other nurse, whose name apparently was Aoi, wrapped a blood pressure
cuff around Ranma's arm. The male nurse, as yet unnamed, lifted a
clipboard he was carrying and readied a pen. "Full name?" he asked.

Ranma considered giving an alias like Hibiki Yoiko, but decided that
might cause trouble later if she needed their medical records for
another doctor. So she replied steadily, "Saotome Ranma."

"And you live here in Nerima?"

"Yep."

"You look like you're still in high school. Is that so? And if you are,
which school?"

Ranma hoped they weren't going to have any reason to contact the school.
But again she decided on honesty. "Yeah. Furinkan High School. Second
year."

"That would make you sixteen? Or seventeen?"

Ranma nodded. "Seventeen," she answered.

"I can see the red hair and blue eyes. Pretty unusual for someone who's
clearly Japanese. Obviously natural, though." He lifted his eyes from
the girl's pubic mound and made some more notations. "Okay, height?
Weight? Measurements?"

Ranma blushed slightly in regard to the first statement, but answered
the rest. "One hundred fifty-five centimeters. Fifty-two kilograms ...
uh, muscle, you know. Err ..." She was unhappy knowing the answer to the
last, but going to buy bras with her mother meant she knew. "Ninety,
fifty-six, eighty-six."

The female nurse looked at her instrument in puzzlement. "I *do* know
how to use one of these damn things. Maybe it's broken."

Their patient snickered. "Maybe not. I'm a martial artist. One of the
best. You've probably never had anyone healthier than me."

She sighed. "Whatever you say dear." She stuck an oximeter on the girl's
finger.

"Are you sexually active?" the man asked.

Ranma blushed bright red. "No," she whispered.

"How far have you gone with your boyfriends? Any penetration by fingers?
Oral sex? Experimented with anal?"

Ranma's face caught fire. "I ... I ain't done *any* of that! I swear!"

The man lifted an eyebrow, but only said, "I'm afraid I have to ask
these questions, miss. After all, we're specifically concerned with the
parts of the body that are involved in those sorts of things. I got more
to ask. Just try not to be embarrassed."

Ranma nodded weakly as the other nurse tapped on her elbow with a little
rubber hammer.

"Have you performed any sexual acts with other girls?"

Ranma shook her head from side to side very rapidly.

"Or with anything else? Sorry, but I have to ask."

She looked confused. "What the hell else is there, after boyfriends and
girls?"

The male nurse shrugged. "Dogs. That sort of thing."

Ranma's face screwed up in horror. "Ewww! No!"

He looked briefly amused at her response, before looking back down at
the clipboard. "Just to clarify from your earlier responses. Have you
ever been sexually abused in any fashion? Been involved in an incestuous
relationship? Taken advantage of sexually by anyone?"

"Hell no!" the pigtailed girl responded hotly. "I'm a martial artist! If
anyone tried, I'd rip 'em limb from limb." Then she paused and looked
thoughtful, remembering Kuno grabbing her boob once in the school
swimming pool. And Nabiki and Akane had both squeezed her there as well,
on different occasions. "Well ... I guess I been groped a couple of
times. But mostly anyone who did so paid for it."

Both nurses looked briefly uncomfortable, but the man went doggedly on.
"How often do you masturbate, and how many orgasms would you estimate
you have each time you do so?"

Ranma swallowed. "I ... I don't do that," she whispered.

The man gave her a look. "This is for your own good, you know. So we can
give you the best care we can. No one is going to find out the answers
you gave us." He carefully did not glance in the direction of the
cameras. "Now try the truth this time."

Ranma gulped again. She looked around herself, as if seeking someone who
would tell her it wasn't necessary to answer. "Are you sure I gotta tell
you?"

He was still giving her the look. "Yes," he replied simply.

A look of resignation passed over her features, and she looked down in
humiliation. "Every day. When I bathe. I gen'rally come, er, have an
orgasm, two or three times. Or sometimes four or five. On a good day."

The nurse smiled. "Nothing wrong with that. You sound like a fine,
healthy girl." Then looking back down at his clipboard, he inquired.
"Next, about your sexual preference. Would you say you're attracted to
boys? Or girls? Or maybe both?"

Ranma hesitated, unsure at first what answer she wanted to give. She was
only attracted to girls, of course. After all, she was really a guy, and
that was only natural. But to say that right now would brand her as a
lesbian, and she *hated* when people thought of her as some sort of
freak. Finally, she decided that she could bend the truth for this
answer, although she'd better not go wholly the other way, just in case
she had a slip of the tongue later. "I, uh, like guys of course. After
all, I'm a girl. But, uh, I guess there are some girls I feel something
for as well."

The man smiled down at her again. "Don't worry. I'm not judging you.
It's okay to admit the truth." He looked down at his clipboard one last
time, then turned his gaze to his partner. "I guess that about does it
for me. You got everything you need, Aoi?"

"Almost. Still have to take her temperature."

"Right," he said. He shifted the pillow on the examination table to its
center, then patted it. "Okay, young lady. Hop up here. On your stomach
please."

"Wh-Why?" Ranma asked nervously.

"Because we have to take your temperature," was the stern reply. "And
the doc insists on accuracy, so he makes us take it rectally." He
narrowed his eyes. "Megumi out front assured us you were gonna be
cooperative. Was she wrong?"

Ranma shook her head, suddenly worried that she was going to end up
having to pay for this session. "No, no, I'm doing it." She quickly
jumped up onto the table and lay down along it, placing her groin on top
of the pillow and letting her feet dangle off of the end.

The male nurse pulled a thermometer out of a drawer, and applied lube to
it. Ranma's eyes grew round as she watched. "Isn't ... isn't that a bit
thicker than normal?" she managed to get out in a choking voice.

The man shook his head. "I assure you, this is the size we always use."
With that he began to firmly push it into Ranma's butt.

The redhead grimaced and clenched her fists. Involuntary tears appeared
at the corners of her eyes. She gave a helpless grunt, followed a few
seconds later by a moaning, "Oh daaamn! No ... no more. Pleeease!"

"Almost there," came the answer. He pushed the tube in further.

Ranma's back arched. "Oh ... my ... Gooood!" she practically screamed.
Her ass cheeks contracted and relaxed in spasms as the poor girl
attempted to adjust to the intrusion.

"Okay, that's it," she was told. A hand pressed on the middle of her
back, urging her to let her front fall back to the table. "Try to relax.
We'll just leave it in for five minutes, then take it out."

"Five?!" Ranma groaned incredulously. "Dammit! I can't take it for even
one more minute!"

"Yes you can," Aoi assured her from where she was standing up near the
girl's head. "You're doing fine. Like he said, try to relax. It will be
over with before you know it."

Ranma told herself firmly that she was a martial artist, and this wasn't
anything compared to some of the discomforts she'd been forced to endure
in the name of training. All the same, she couldn't help clenching her
muscles and moaning softly from time to time. When the male nurse took
hold of the thermometer at last, Ranma gasped in relief. Then she heard
the other nurse say, "Remember, Hideki. Withdraw it slowly. You don't
want to cause any unnecessary pain."

The girl with the tree trunk up her ass barely kept herself from
screaming at the man to ignore his companion and yank it out, but
thought better of it at the last second. She groaned pitiably as the
object was ever so slowly pulled out of her rear. But at last it was
done, and Ranma collapsed gratefully.

"Temperature's completely normal," the man announced.

Ranma almost snarled out loud at the thought that she'd gone through all
that only to be told everything was as expected. Then she gave herself a
firm mental shake. This whole *examination* was likely to go the same
way, after all, and did she *really* want them to find something wrong?

"Okay, you can sit up now," Aoi told her. "The doctor will be here in
just a minute." She left the room, presumably to inform the doctor that
the patient was now ready for him.

Ranma slowly rolled over and sat up, pushing the pillow back up to the
end of the table. She watched the male nurse, Hideki, busy himself with
some folders, presumably patient information. He took the top paper out
of the clipboard and slipped it into one of the folders. The girl took
another look around the room, wondering what other torture devices they
might use on her. She winced, shifting her weight a little where she was
sitting.

"What, uh ... what's coming next?" She was a little disgusted with
herself that her voice trembled slightly when asking the question.

Hideki turned around and gave her an amused glance. "That's the doctor's
call, but I imagine he'll start with a breast exam. Then he'll have you
lie on the table on your back, with your legs up, for the remaining
procedures. Those'll probably take a while. We'll put the modesty screen
over your middle during that," he pointed toward the frame with the
curtain hanging in the middle, "so you won't have to be any more
embarrassed than necessary. Most women prefer not to watch the doctor
while he's working on them down there."

Ranma thought about watching a man poke around inside of her female bits
and blanched. The nurse was absolutely right, she definitely didn't want
to have to watch that. In fact, she was downright grateful they were
willing to make such concessions for their patients' peace of mind.

Less than a minute later the door opened, and Aoi came back in
accompanied by an older man. Or older than Hideki at least. Where the
male nurse appeared to be in his early twenties, the doctor was at least
forty. He strolled up to the table, made a formal bow, and said, "Hello,
Saotome-san. I am Doctor Satoshi. How are you feeling today?"

Ranma looked down and managed a quiet, "Okay, I guess."

"Before we begin, are there any particular problems you've been having
that you want me to know about? Any conditions I should know of? Any
questions you'd like to ask me first?"

The red-haired girl reached back and tugged on her pigtail nervously,
thinking once again that maybe she ought to be up-front about the curse.
But she decided, again, not to go into that. At least not during this
first visit. As for any questions, she just wanted to get this over with
as quickly as possible. "No. Not really."

"All right then. I'd like you to turn around and face that way on your
knees," he pointed, "looking right toward the thermal imager. Let your
bottom rest on your heels. I'm going to start with a breast exam. That
means I'm going to need to squeeze and manipulate your breasts to check
for any suspicious masses. After that I'll need to pay particular
attention to your nipples, to make sure their tissue has the proper
pliancy, texture, et cetera. Okay so far?"

"I ... I guess."

Behind a one way mirror, Megumi turned toward the camera operator and
remarked, "Old man Satoshi does that rather well, doesn't he?"

Her companion shrugged. "Lots of practice. Even if all of his previous
patients did understand what they were doing here."

Back in the examination room, the doctor's hands had closed over Ranma's
breasts and were now squeezing and kneading them quite thoroughly, not
to mention rather hard. Ranma grunted in involuntary protest, to which
the doctor responded, "Sorry, Saotome-san. But I'm afraid it's necessary
to apply enough pressure that I can feel any lumps which might be
lurking well under the surface."

Ranma bit her tongue, managing not to give a peremptory command to "just
get on with it."

Satoshi worked his way from the tips to the base, and back again. He
squeezed from the top and bottom, and also from the sides. When he
finished he went back and checked a few places again, "just to be sure."

Announcing that he found no problems, he next turned his attention to
the girl's nipples, which were already standing out like thick pencil
erasers, almost a centimeter long. He squeezed the tissue at their base,
rather hard, then spent a full two minutes rolling them vigorously
between thumb and forefinger. After that he said, "My apologies,
Saotome-san, but this is probably going to hurt."

With that, the man pinched both of her nipples, very hard. But even then
he wasn't finished. He proceeded to pull outward on them, away from her
body, stretching her breasts outward painfully. Ranma gasped and bit her
lower lip, thinking that there was no "probably" about it - this
*definitely* hurt. A surprised cry was forced from her lips when the
doctor proceeded to roll the nipples between his fingers again, while
still holding them outstretched. At last he released them, allowing
Ranma to sag back on her heels, breathing hard.

When the doctor stepped away from the table, Ranma lifted a hand and
tried to wipe at her eyes surreptitiously. She hoped nobody noticed how
much moisture had been forced out, that most especially no one else in
the room should take it in their head to imagine she might be crying. Of
course, she didn't know that she was facing directly into the lens of a
camera the whole time.

"You handled that very well," Aoi sympathized. "Believe me, I know from
my own experiences exactly how that feels. Now if you're ready, we need
to move on to the next stage. Could you lie down on your back, with your
head on the pillow? Okay, scoot down until your bottom is right at the
edge. Don't worry, I'm keeping the pillow under your head."

Ranma followed these instructions, leaving her legs dangling
uncomfortably from the table. "All right, so far so good," Aoi
continued. "Your legs go up here next. Here, let me help. Hideki, would
you get her other leg? Hold still while we adjust the supports. We want
them right under your knees. Yes, I know it's embarrassing, but your
legs are supposed to be that wide apart. Okay, we're just going to
buckle these straps around your legs, right above the knees."

Ranma's hands had moved in front of her eyes, as if to shield herself
from the sight of what they were doing, and her face was giving a good
impression of a ripe tomato. But at these last words, she peeked between
her fingers and demanded, "What? Why've you gotta tie my legs there?!"

"It's just a precaution," Aoi soothed. "Some of what the doctor has to
do will be rather uncomfortable. Most women are unable to stop
themselves from squirming a bit. Sometimes more than a bit. This will
make sure that your legs stay in place, instead of kicking the poor
doctor in the head."

Not truly happy about the situation, Ranma nonetheless felt forced to
agree that this sounded reasonable. She lay back and stared at the
thermal imager on the ceiling, right above her belly, and went over
martial arts moves in her head. She commanded herself to endure, survive
the experience, get the expected news that everything about her female
body was just fine, and not go through this again for a long, long,
*long* time to come.

When they finally had the teenage girl arranged to their satisfaction,
Aoi and Hideki each took hold of one side of the frame and rolled it
over to stand to each side of Ranma's feet. Then they rolled it up past
her feet and legs, the hanging curtain in the middle brushing over the
raised limbs, and stopped when it was positioned right over her navel.
They carefully arranged the curtain to lie across the girl's belly,
covering no more of her skin than absolutely necessary, tucked it around
her body to completely block all view from one side to the other, and
draped it to hang down on each side of the examination table.

Ranma looked down past her only slightly flattened bosom and noted that
she couldn't see anything of her lower half. Nor most of anything in the
room beyond, except for a bit of ceiling and part of the walls to either
side. All in all she was just as happy to have it that way. She returned
to a contemplation of her martial arts, determined to ignore, as far as
possible, anything else that was done to her.

She immediately realized that this would be harder to do than she hoped
when she felt fingers touching her. Spreading her. Moving along her
flesh and leaving tingling trails behind.

"Hmmm," she heard Doctor Satoshi mutter. "It would appear that you lack
a hymen. You did say you are a virgin, did you not?"

"Um, yeah," Ranma answered. "One hundred percent. No question about it.
Are you sure? Well, of course you are, you're the doctor. Does it mean
there's something wrong with me?"

"No," he answered reassuringly, from out of sight. "A little unexpected,
perhaps, but not wrong. Particularly if you engage in any strenuous
activity. Did you say you were some sort of athlete?"

Ranma sighed in relief, and even smiled. "I'm a martial artist,
Satoshi-sensei. One of the best. Strenuous activity? Yeah, that would be
one helluva understatement."

"That's fine then," came the reply. "In fact, it will make this easier
on you. Not easy, I'm afraid, but easier, since you don't have to worry
about any pain from tearing or applying pressure to the hymen. But if
you're a martial artist, then I'm sure you know the consequences of
using muscles which haven't been used in a while. And since you're a
virgin, I'm afraid we're going to be stretching some muscles down here
which have never been stretched before. Are you prepared to deal with
some possible soreness afterward?"

Ranma grimaced, but said, "I can handle it. Believe me, I've been sore
plenty of times before. I can't imagine anything you do will feel as bad
afterward as some of the crap my Pop has put me through."

"Oh, I'm hoping it won't be all bad. But we'll see." His fingers
continued their exploration, and Ranma resolutely turned her attention
away again.

She wasn't able to keep herself distracted for long, though, as the
fingers continued to stroke her in a sensuous fashion. There were
occasional light brushes against her clitoris that made her twitch, and
more often the movements against her labia stimulated her clit
indirectly. Ranma started to breathe hard as she realized this was
starting to feel even better than when she played with herself in the
bath. Who knew that a doctor's visit might feel like this? It was
becoming difficult to hold herself still.

Then a finger finally entered her, which she'd been expecting for some
time. It probed her, moving inward, then outward, then back. Ranma lost
the struggle not to moan, but kept it low and hoped no one heard. It
wasn't on the whole a *pleasurable* feeling, not yet anyway, being too
uncomfortably new a sensation. But the young woman was starting to think
it wasn't going to take her long to adjust to the intrusion, and only
hoped it wasn't going to end up feeling as good as the rest of the
examination of those parts had felt so far.

The finger withdrew and Ranma relaxed for a moment, only to squirm just
a little as she felt several fingers press her labia to either side and
spread her wide open. *Really* wide open. The doctor must want to get a
damned good look at her, holding her spread like that. What she couldn't
see was that a hand-held camera was taking the opportunity to get a
damned good look at her, just at that moment. The lens was so close to
her that it was capturing the image of individual drops of dew appearing
and merging together around the opening of her slowly twitching vagina.

Ranma felt a thoroughly puzzling sensation press itself over her
opening. It then slid upward along her slit, between the lips, and
pressed itself softly yet directly upon her clitoris. She swallowed hard
and pressed her ass against the table to keep herself from instead
pressing forward against whatever it was. Then it sort of *swirled*
around her clit, dragging a helpless moan from Ranma, who pushed upward
before pressing herself back down even more forcefully.

Behind the curtain, the so-called doctor had his face planted firmly
between the thighs of his "patient." His expert tongue was doing one of
the things it did best, and everyone silently cheered him on as he
forced more moans from the girl's throat. It moved down to her canal,
lapping up the lubrication which began to flow more steadily. It then
returned to dance with her clitoris, which soon had Ranma dancing
herself, albeit in the smallest movements to which her legendary control
could restrain herself.

Just when she was sure she was going to utterly humiliate herself by
having an orgasm right there in front of everyone, the whatever-it-was
lifted away from her. Ranma panted hard, trying to calm back down,
offering up silent thanks that the contact hadn't continued for a few
more seconds.

At this point she felt the finger enter her once again, making her
contract her insides involuntarily. As before it slid inward and
outward, back and forth, as if the doctor couldn't make up his mind
whether he wanted to check near the entrance or deeper within. Or maybe
this motion was part of some obscure medical technique. Or hell, maybe
not so obscure. What did she know about such things anyway? What she did
know, she suddenly realized, was that the presence of the finger inside
her didn't feel anywhere near so uncomfortable as last time. In fact it
was starting to feel pretty good, in a weird, foreign object inside her,
sort of way.

The finger picked up speed, and Ranma felt herself tensing up under the
stimulation she was experiencing. She'd been hearing a sloshing sound
for a couple of minutes before the knowledge flashed through her brain
like a bolt of lightning that the sound was coming from *her*, that she
was so wet down there that the finger pumping into her was making that
noise. The poor girl felt completely mortified, wanting nothing more
than for an earthquake to open a crack in the floor beneath her and
swallow her whole

Just as the sides of the table were starting to bend under the pressure
of Ranma's grip, the finger was pulled out again. She stared at the
ceiling a little wild-eyed, listening to her breath rushing in and out
of her mouth, and wondering what would be next. She was still wondering
even after the doctor announced, "Very good so far, Saotome-san. The
next thing we need to do is external stimulation of the nerves and
muscles. You will hear a buzzing and experience a strange sensation."
Frankly, Ranma didn't know what to make of that explanation.

Behind the curtain, Aoi watched with bright eyes as Satoshi picked up a
largish vibrator with a bulbous head and turned it on. Its deep buzz
immediately filled the room. Rather than zeroing straight in on ground
zero, the doctor touched it to the inside of the girl's left thigh, just
above the knee. Her leg flinched, but quickly settled back down, as the
doctor slowly moved the instrument back and forth, working his way up
the toned, firm flesh of her thigh.

Ranma decided that "strange sensation" was a pretty apt description. It
didn't feel bad though, in fact, it was kind of nice. It stopped about
halfway up her left thigh and transferred over to her right leg, working
up from the knee again. After that, the device traveled along her upper
thighs. As it neared the top, Ranma noticed that the sensation was
making itself felt in her pussy as well, and it was quickly going beyond
"kind of nice." Her breathing grew harder again.

She had been wondering whether this stimulation was going to be
restricted to her legs, a question which was answered when contact was
made with the lowest end of her labia. Ranma's back arched up off the
table, and she gave a hissing moan through gritted teeth. As the
fiendishly amazing awful-yet-wonderful medical instrument moved upward
slightly, the now sweating redhead writhed her body from side to side.
She was hoping desperately that the doctor wasn't going to touch her
clit with that thing - or was her desperate hope that he would? Trying
to think straight, she demanded to know, "What ... the hell ... is ...
that thing?"

The doctor's cheerful disembodied voice returned the answer, "It's a
device which vibrates at a frequency specifically designed to give
necessary, healthy stimulation to muscle and nerve cells which are only
just reaching maturity but are receiving insufficient stimulation due to
lack of use. It's a very beneficial procedure, I assure you. Most of my
patients tell me that it feels very nice."

"Oh fuck, yeah," Ranma groaned, while twisting to the side. "I mean,
yeah, nice. It's nice." Perspiration was starting to run freely down her
face and chest, and she wondered how long this was supposed to last.
Another two minutes and she thought she might well pass out.

The vibrator did in fact brush against her clitoris, but only for an
instant before moving back down. That instant was enough to make Ranma
spasm and give a brief, choking scream. She fell back, panting, and
immediately found herself writhing under the onslaught once more. The
poor girl couldn't imagine how the doctor's other, more physically
ordinary, patients could possibly survive this technique.

/Damn,/ the red-haired teenager thought to herself, /I gotta ... gotta
... gotta get me one of these!/ She bit her lower lip, trying to hold in
her moans, with limited success. She felt the sensations within her
building up to a crescendo, bringing with it a new worry. If she had an
orgasm because of a medical procedure, right there in front of the
doctor and his nurses, she thought she just might die of shame. But if
he didn't stop soon, that was exactly what would happen.

"How ... how much longer?" she begged to know.

"Oh, we're still a long way from done, Saotome-san," the doctor informed
her. "Try to be patient. I'm really only just getting started here."

Ranma failed to suppress a whimper, and tried to think of anything that
might hold back the rising tide. But not even thinking of the ancient
martial artists Happosai and Cologne, both naked, getting it on
together, was able to do the trick. Instead her thoughts kept turning
toward the time he and Akane had been alone in the closet together, just
before it all went down the toilet, and what sort of things he'd
*really* like to do with her in a similar situation.

Her back arched higher and higher, and she threw her head from side to
side, making little mewling noises. Her legs tried to close, but were
held in place by the straps. She could break those, no doubt, if she
tried to do it on purpose, but had no reason to do so and simply
writhing around wouldn't snap them. She began to whisper, very quietly,
"No ... no ... please ... aaah ..."

Then it happened. Her body locked up as a long wail tore out of her
mouth. Tremors ran up and down her body from head to toe. She threw her
arms up over her head and behind her, to grab the top edge of the bed,
in order to keep herself from reaching through the curtain and grabbing
the doctor instead. At last it was over, and her body seemed to collapse
in upon itself. She emitted a muffled, "Oh ... my ... Gooood!"

Then the vibrator returned to its work, and Ranma's eyes snapped open in
horror.

"Ain't that enough, Doc?" she begged. She felt a hollow shame inside at
the thought that these people must now think her some sort of horny
freak to come in front of them like that.

"I'm afraid not," the doctor answered her seriously. "I have to continue
this considerably longer. I do hope you're going to be adult about this,
and not try to talk me into stopping sooner than I should."

Ranma swallowed, reminded once again that this examination was free, but
only so long as she was cooperative. She told herself sternly that she
was an expert at endurance, and this couldn't possibly compare to plenty
of things she'd been through. On the other hand, that was a worrisome
point in its own right. She'd never been through *anything* quite like
this before. Her teeth closed on her lower lip as the device from both
hell and heaven drove her slowly insane.

Three climaxes later the red-haired girl's bangs were stuck to her
forehead with sweat. Her chest glistened with the same perspiration. Her
eyes were crazed, and her breath came in heaving pants. As she built up
toward another climax, she mindlessly humped her ass up and down against
the vibrator, seeking the maximum stimulation. When the orgasmic wave
swept through her, she screamed out, "Oh God! Yes! I'm coming agaaaain!"
She no longer cared who heard her, or knew what she was experiencing.

At least three minutes passed after this most recent orgasm before the
recognition seeped into Ranma's consciousness that she no longer felt
the demonically angelic device between her legs. Her breathing was
returning to normal, and she found it possible to give attention to such
matters as the rustling sounds coming from the other side of the
curtain. Voice dripping with trepidation, she asked, "Are we done yet?"
She prayed the answer was yes, feared it would be no.

The doctor's head peeked around the side of the frame, and he gave her a
supportive smile. "If you're asking whether we're done with the external
stimulation procedure, then the answer is yes. However, if you're asking
whether we're done with the entire examination, then no, there's more to
do. Most particularly, the next thing we have to do is the internal
stimulation procedure."

Ranma couldn't keep the terror out of her voice. "You're not gonna put
that thing up *inside* me, are you?"

Doctor Satoshi chuckled. "Not that thing, no. But another thing, yes. It
doesn't vibrate, so it won't be quite as immediately, ah, stimulating.
But it is rather thicker than a finger, and we will have to push it back
and forth within you for some time. We will insert it for anywhere from
a few to several minutes, take it out, then repeat the process with a
slightly different model. This will be done five times. Does that help
make it clear?"

Ranma lay her head back wearily. "Clear as mud. Let's just do this. I'm
looking forward to going home and sleeping for the next couple of days."

The doctor chuckled again. "We'll be getting started in just a minute.
Hang tight." His head disappeared back around the curtain.

Satoshi finished undoing his pants and let them drop to the floor. His
boxers followed a second later, leaving his erection standing stiff and
proud in front of the cameras. He stepped up between the patient's legs
and rubbed the glans up and down along her slit, lubricating it.
Spreading her open with thumb and forefinger, he positioned the tip at
her entrance.

"Remember," he called out. "This is going to be a good bit thicker than
earlier. But the other procedures should have helped prepare you. I
promise that I'll take it slow at first."

Without any further hesitation, the man pushed forward, and the head of
his penis disappeared between Ranma's folds. He continued slowly but
relentlessly, centimeter by centimeter, grinning when the voice on the
other side of the curtain cried out, "Oh my fucking Goood!" At last he
was buried within her to the hilt.

And Saotome Ranma was officially no longer a virgin. Although she
remained blissfully unaware of that fact.

Satoshi held himself still for over a minute, trying to give the
teenager a chance to adapt. Then he slowly retreated until only the head
remained inside. At that point he pushed forward again, still keeping it
slow. He turned to Aoi, whom he had screwed many, many times, and
mouthed the words, "She is so *fucking* tight!" Despite the temptation
otherwise, he held himself back to the slow pace he had set, at least
for the first dozen strokes. This was all the harder for him as he
listened to Ranma's whimpers each time he drove forward.

He gradually began to move faster, although he was careful not to slam
into the girl as if she were a porn actress. Of course, as of now she
was, but she still wasn't. He almost sniggered at the thought. Soon
enough, however, he stopped thinking about such things, focused entirely
on the bliss coming from his groin. He gave one final thrust forward and
filled the girl's insides with a load of thick, white semen. He was
amazed at his own restraint, having done that without making a sound of
his own. Although his patient had been anything but quiet.

As his penis emerged, the camera focused in for a closeup. A few seconds
later a little bit of white goo slid out and rolled down over her ass
cheek. Before it could drip onto the floor, Aoi stuck a small plastic
cup underneath and caught the drops.

Satoshi stepped back and gave a wave of his hand, inviting Hideki to
take his place. The man needed no invitation. His pants were already
down, and his prick was standing out, about the same length but much
thicker than the other man's. Taking a moment to coat himself with the
girl's copious fluids, be pressed his way in.

"Holy shit!" Ranma exclaimed, trying to squirm her ass away from the end
of the table. "You weren't kidding about different models! That feels
like a goddamned baseball bat!"

"Calm down, Saotome-san," the doctor said, hiding his amusement. "I
assure you that you can take it without damage. Just give yourself a
moment to adjust."

"If ... if you say so, Doc." She groaned, loudly. "I hope to God you're
right."

It took some effort, but Hideki eventually worked himself fully within.
As with his colleague Satoshi, he was careful to go slowly at first,
giving their victim - that was, patient - a chance to get used to his
girth. Before long, he was moving much more steadily in and out,
dragging Ranma's body back and forth along the table a few centimeters
each time.

"For God's sake," Ranma pleaded, "please tell me that none of the other
models are bigger than this!"

Satoshi couldn't keep the mirth entirely out of his voice, but figured
it didn't matter at the moment. "They aren't. That's the biggest one we
have. But I suppose I should warn you that most of the others aren't a
whole lot smaller."

"Fucking hell," Ranma muttered. She felt an urge to go and kick Tofu in
the nuts.

Hideki grinned and shoved a little harder. He was surprised when he
suddenly came, shoving himself forward and muffling a grunt. He needn't
have worried, as Ranma was in no position to hear him - that last shove
had forced a loud "Yearrgggh!" from her mouth. His pulsating prick spat
out an even larger volume of cum than Satoshi, and with nowhere else to
go much of it squeezed through her cervix and into her womb.

Ranma gave another groan as the large tool was extracted, leaving her
feeling empty. Although it became apparent that she wasn't truly empty,
as even more semen came dribbling out of the pouting entrance of her
vagina. Aoi was quick to collect this in the cup as well.

Ranma refused to relax, knowing there was more to come. What she didn't
know was the different nature of what was about to enter her. This time
it was Aoi herself who stepped up, wearing a large rubber strap-on. She
had already lubed it, and without hesitation she slid it into the space
so recently occupied by Hideki. Not having to worry about stretching
Ranma further, she immediately set up a steady, moderately fast motion.

By this time Megumi had entered the room as well. She now stepped up
behind Aoi and reached around the other woman. Megumi's talented fingers
immediately found their target, and deftly toyed with the drenched cleft
between Aoi's legs, even as she continued to thrust into the girl lying
on the table. Aoi held out for several minutes, but at last she
shuddered and grew still. With a final contented sigh, she stepped
backward, pulling the phony phallus out of the tunnel it had ravished.

The two women quickly exchanged the instrument, buckling the straps
around Megumi's hips. They swapped places completely, with Megumi now
pumping in and out of Ranma's body, while Aoi competed to see if she
could keep Megumi from lasting any longer than she herself had. In the
event, it was as near to a draw as any of the participants or spectators
could tell, and Megumi twirled away with a happy smile adorning her
face.

Finally, Hideki stepped into the little room with the camera controls
and took over their operation, allowing their cameraman to join in on
the fun. The latter dropped his pants to reveal that his apparatus was
considerably smaller than Hideki's, although certainly impressive enough
in its own right. Walking up to the natural redhead spread open in front
of him, he wasted no time planting himself fully inside.

From Ranma's point of view, the current device would be her number one
choice of all the ones stuffed in her so far. It probably wasn't much
different from the first one which had been used, but that one had the
disadvantage of having been first, thereby causing her considerable
discomfort. The other three had all been overly large when her
inexperience was taken into account - she had felt some pleasure with
them but nowhere near enough to get her close to coming.

This latest one though - well, as Goldilocks might have said, it was
juuust right. In fact, it was making her feel almost as good, in a very
different way, as that thing the doctor had used on her outsides
earlier. Ranma began unconsciously lifting her hips a few millimeters at
a time to meet the incoming thrusts, a reaction which was not missed by
the spectators.

As with the others, a hand-held camera was moved in to hover only a few
centimeters above Ranma's groin in order to get a good closeup of the
penis sliding in and out between her folds. Aoi was taking her turn
holding it, and made sure to get some good shots of the action. The
cameraman slowly built up speed, until his piston was pumping her quite
rapidly.

On Ranma's side of the curtain, she was holding on to the bed again,
while at the same time trying to hold on to her self control. It wasn't
as impossible as when the vibrator had been used, but she was
nonetheless losing the battle. Little moans and whimpers could be heard,
and they were increasing in volume. Occasionally a hand would release
the table's edge and wander across her body, as if seeking something
else she could hold, before it returned to its former grip. Her back
arched, and her eyes opened and closed, over and over again. Before long
Ranma's hips were pressing back forcefully against the invader, her body
slapping loudly against the man between her legs. Luckily for the studio
staff, she was too far gone to consider the incongruity of such a sound
in regard to what she believed was being done to her.

The end came quite suddenly. Ranma's movements grew more and more
frantic, and the noises she made had nothing of modesty about them. With
a final cry which could be taken as either agony or ecstasy, Ranma came
for a sixth time since entering the clinic, her body repeatedly
overwhelmed by tremors for the next minute or so. This proved too much
for the man busily enjoying her body, and he promptly joined her in
orgasm, albeit more quietly. In the process he completely emptied his
testicles into the teenage girl. The blissful expression on his face
suggested that he was more than happy to give her this gift.

When his deflating prick finally slid out, and since Aoi was still busy
getting closeups with the camera, Megumi held the cup underneath Ranma's
juncture. As had been the case with the other two men, a small amount of
creamy white fluid oozed out of Ranma's vagina and was captured in the
cup. This cup was small, but was now about two thirds full, containing
perhaps fifteen to twenty milliliters, or three to four teaspoons, of
captured jiz donated from what Ranma had received.

In sudden inspiration the cameraman took the cup from Megumi and carried
it back into the control room. Here he got a bottle of soy sauce which
had been included in his lunch and added a few drops, stirring the
mixture with a straw, until it was a uniform tan color whose true nature
could not be easily identified. He left the straw in the cup and carried
it back out, handing it to Satoshi.

The pretend doctor waited a few more minutes to give his patient a
chance to recover a little further. Then he stepped around the screen
and asked brightly, "How are you feeling?"

The reply emerged rather weakly. "I ... I never knew these examinations
were anything like, uh, that," Ranma answered honestly without truly
answering the question at all.

"Well now you know," he responded, manfully suppressing a smirk. "But
we're almost done. The nurses should be unstrapping your legs now." This
last bit was said a little loudly and just a bit pointedly. "I need you
to swallow some medicine. You'll be glad to hear that you're perfectly
fine except for a minor but fairly normal yeast infection," he lied. "I
applied a topical medication directly to it, but you also need to drink
this as well, just to complete the treatment. It might be a little hard
to get it all out of the cup, so we provided a straw to make sure you
can get every drop."

"Thanks, Doc ... uh, Doctor Satoshi." She took the cup and glanced at
the contents, barely giving them any attention. Slipping the straw
between her lips, she carefully sucked up every bit of the medicine. The
texture on her tongue was odd, salty and a little sticky, but it wasn't
precisely bad. At the doctor's direction she swirled her tongue around
the inside of the cup, just to be sure she really did get it all.

The nurses took hold of the frame with the curtain and pulled it away.
As Ranma sat up, Satoshi asked, "Do you have any final questions for me?
I trust the procedures weren't too unpleasant?"

"Um, no," Ranma answered, highly embarrassed to remember everything she
had felt and how she had reacted. "No, it wasn't ... unpleasant. And I
don't think I have any questions."

"Actually," he continued thoughtfully, "you might want to lie back down
there and wait about an hour before getting dressed and leaving. It
might be a little embarrassing otherwise."

"What?!" Ranma barely kept herself from shouting. She'd been here for
much longer already than she'd originally planned, and needed to get
home. Why in the world would she have to stay longer? "How come?" she
demanded.

"I'm sorry, I keep forgetting this is your first time," the doctor said.
"You see, the procedures you just experienced, well, I'm afraid the skin
shouldn't have any tight covering over it immediately. If you allow
cloth to brush against it, the tissues are likely to become irritated,
and you could suffer a painful inflammation. I would really recommend
not wearing any underpants for at least an hour. Or pants, either, but I
saw earlier that you wore a skirt today, so at least that's no problem."

Ranma thought about this. She really did need to get home. "Couldn't I
just leave the underpants off? It's not like I'm going to let anybody
look up my skirt."

Satoshi smiled, as did the nurses eavesdropping from behind Ranma. "Yes,
you could do that," he replied. "It's just that most women would be
bothered by the idea. But there's another consideration, you see. I had
to use a lubricant for the instruments which I, ah, inserted. You may
have already noticed a little leaking out. When you stand, you'll
probably experience more such, um, leakage. That could be particularly
embarrassing while you're walking home, if you're not wearing underpants
to stop it from dripping down your legs."

The young redhead frowned, leveling fresh curses upon this female body
she was stuck with. However, she really did have to be getting home.
There really wouldn't be all that much of the lubricant, would there?
How much room could there be inside of her, anyway? She decided that she
was just going to have to risk it.

"Thanks anyway, Doctor Satoshi, but I really have to be going. I'll be
careful, and I'm sure it won't be that much of a problem."

Ignoring the other people in the room, she quickly donned her clothes
again. Barring the underpants, which she stuffed into the purse she'd
reluctantly brought along. It felt weird feeling the breeze under her
skirt, cooling the damp area between her legs, but it seemed like there
was no other choice. Tossing an abstracted good-bye to the receptionist,
she quickly exited the building. Passing through the door, she briefly
pressed her thighs together at the sensation of something oozing out of
her and onto her leg.

She hadn't gone more than a block before Ranma realized she should have
paid greater heed to the doctor's warning. Trickles of fluid were
slithering down her thighs in a most disturbing fashion. Within another
block she was certain that they were making an appearance below the hem
of her skirt. She tried pressing the fabric of the skirt against her
legs to soak up some of it, but couldn't seem to get enough, and in any
case she was worried that doing so too much might cause damp stains to
appear on the outside. She quickened her step, but that only seemed to
cause the flow from her well stretched canal to increase as well.

In desperation Ranma jumped up to the top of the nearest building, and
took the roofs the rest of the way home. She could only hope that no one
would be looking up as she passed over the streets below, while she
tried unsuccessfully to keep her skirt from flaring with the jumps. Her
face soon blushed as red as the exposed curls underneath the skirt.

Luckily she didn't know about the handful of men and women over whom she
jumped, each of whom looked upward a moment later at the cloudless sky,
wondering why it felt like it might rain. Several of them took a closer
look at the drops which struck them, and then cursed the passing birds.

                               o - o - o

Several weeks later, Ranma was in the kitchen at home shoveling fresh
baked cookies into his mouth. As Kasumi took another sheet of cookies
out of the oven and placed them on the counter to cool, she remarked,
"Did Akane seem any calmer to you when she left? She was frightfully
angry with father for insisting that she have such a medical checkup,
just in case he and your father are successful in getting the two of you
married. If it wasn't for your mother agreeing with the idea, I don't
think my little sister would ever have gone along with it."

Ranma shrugged. "At least she was angry with somebody other than me, for
once. I think I may've even scored a few points with her when I found
her complaining to you about it, and was able to suggest a doctor who
could make it a real positive experience. Though I thought her eyebrows
were gonna get stuck up in her hair the way she was looking at me."

"It *was* a bit of a surprise," Kasumi admitted, "to receive such a
recommendation from you. I admit that I was at a bit of a loss, and was
going to suggest that she ask your mother to suggest a doctor, before
you spoke up."

Ranma looked down, flustered. "Yeah, well ... stupid curse."

There was a crash from the front of the house. From the sound it was
probable that the front door no longer very much resembled a door. The
crash was immediately followed by a shout that had the pigtailed martial
artist up and running in pure reflex, before he'd even processed the
words.

"*Ranmaaaa!!* You will *die!!*"

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Note from H. Saotome, 2011-05-22: I purposefully chose to stick mostly
to clinical rather than typically porn terms such as "cunt" and "tits"
because I felt that it better suited the theme of the story. I hope this
didn't detract from anyone's, ah, *pleasure* in the story.

Imagine what you like with regard to what happened to Akane at the
clinic. In my own imagination, she wouldn't be quite as naive as Ranma,
and would quickly catch on, thinking he had set her up for his
amusement. But it could also be fun to imagine her not catching on until
part way through, ripping the curtain aside to confirm her fears, and
then pummeling everyone in the room into a paste.

I'd like to remind everyone about my blog "Nerima After Dark" at
http://hsaotome.blogspot.com/. Here you will find occasional updates on
what I am writing, and other comments related to my stories.
