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Adventures in Medical Fem Dom 2/?
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Chapter 2 - A Sexy MRI
Vicky called me that evening and told me that she had
set up my MRI at a private facility since the XXSU MRI
was booked solid for the next couple of weeks. She
also said not to worry about the cost that my health
plan would pay since they had referred me. And "By the
way tell Nancy I said Hi!"
About an hour later I got a call from a woman at the
MRI facility who confirmed my appointment for 10:00pm
the next night, so that I could take the pictures with
me to the surgeon the following day. I was told to
wear some-thing like a sweatsuit and absolutely no
metal of any kind. I was asked about implants, etc.
and told to be on time since I was the last appointment
for the day and that they were staying late to get me
in.
At 9:45 the next evening, I slowly hobbled into the MRI
facility and was greeted by a heavy-set lady in her
50's. "You must be Jim," she said as she locked the
door behind me. "You are a little early, so why don't
you fill out these forms, then I'll have the nurse come
out and see you; they are tied up with another patient
right now."
I was then handed a pile of forms and given a seat at a
table in the lobby. Ten minutes later, I hear a sexy
voice say," Are You Jim?" I look up and see a
beautiful redhead, with the most beautiful green eyes I
have ever seen, Wearing one of the tightest nurse's
pantsuits with curves in all of the right places.
"Ye.. Yes" I studdered, trying to bring my blood
pressure back down to earth bound levels.
"Good, I'm Nancy, the duty nurse."
"Oh, uh, Vicky said to tell you she said Hi," I offered
trying to avoid looking at her chest, where her uniform
was tailored to showoff to maximum benefit her "C" cup
sized tits.
"Yes, she told me ALL about you when she made your
appointment."
Nancy quickly reviewed the forms and then handed them
to the older woman, who threw them in a tray and while
putting her coat on told Nancy that she was through
for the day and would see her tomorrow. Nancy
followed her to the door and let her out then relocked
the door after she exited.
Nancy then returned to me and said to follow her back
to the imaging room, where the technician was waiting.
Again, I slowly made my way back through a hallway
using short steps to avoid pain and soon found myself
in a large room which housed a giant machine with a
hole in the middle. Kind of like a two story donut
made out of white ceramic material. Waiting in the
room was a small dark haired woman who looked more like
a 12 year old than an adult. She was introduced as
Jane, the MRI technician and she explained the machine
and how it worked. At no more that 5'1" and tiny in
all of her features, I had a hard time convincing my
brain that this person who looked like a prepubescent
girl was a technician, but her voice which was very
soft was conveying technical information well beyond
her visual age.
Jane asked Nancy if I was ready and Nancy replied that
she still had to do the basic medical checks before
they started, but had brought me straight back rather
than using one of the examining rooms to save time.
Jane said she was going back into the control room and
to give her a yell when I was ready.
Nancy then brought out a blood pressure gauge and took
my reading (which I was still sure had to be higher
than a kite), then listened to my heart (which was
beating at 90 MPH) and lungs with her stethoscope.
Then facing me she told me to UNDRESS, as they didn't
want any clothing to "distort" the images. Wearing
only a sweatshirt, sweatpants, jockey shorts, and
tennis shoes, this didn't take long until I got down to
the shorts. "Those TOO!" she said as she stood in
front of me with her arms crossed over her tight jacket
and a grin on her face.
In my mid-40's I have been nude in front of a number of
women, which never bothered me, but for the fourth time
in two days I was being ORDERED by a woman (who was at
most 26) to strip in front of her and someone else,
since Jane was clearly visible through the window of
the control room. I was embarrassed and turned red, I
could feel the heat around my ears; I don't know why, I
just was.
Nancy then told me to turn around and I could feel her
hands moving over the muscles of my lower back, she
turned me some more and I was now facing Jane at her
console some 5 feet away on the other side of the glass
window, and who was smiling from ear to ear as she
surveyed my body. "Good the muscles are relaxed so we
should be able to get good pictures of your spine."
Nancy, then had me bend over and put my hands on the
rails for the MRI bed and told me she was going to take
my temperature. "Vicky says you prefer a rectal temp.
and I always thought those were the most accurate
anyway."
Before I could reply, I felt her finger pressing into
my ass and it almost immediately opened to admit her
probing digit. While she worked some lube into me she
called out to Jane that I was almost ready and to come
in because I would need help getting up onto the
apparatus. I heard the door open and close and had
absolutely no doubt that Beautiful Nancy and Cute
little Jane were both now behind me and looking at my
ass. Nancy, replaced her finger with the thermometer
and as Vicky had done held it with her fingers and
moved it around, and in and out while she waited. The
bulb of the device was rubbing against my prostate and
sure enough I soon had a hard dick pointing straight
down between my wide spread legs.
"Very Nice" I heard Jane whisper to Nancy who did not
give a response I could hear.
Nancy, then wiped the excess lube from my puckered hole
and the two of them turned me to face them. Jane
giggled, "Well ONE muscle isn't relaxed!" This caused
Nancy to laugh and me to turn even redder.
"That often happens with a rectal temp." Nancy said to
Jane, trying to sound authoritative. "Ok Stud, up on
the tray."
As I tried to get up on the plastic tray mounted on the
rails, I got stabbed with pain and my cock immediately
deflated. The women helped me inch my way up and back
and Nancy's tits were all over me, but I was in no
shape to appreciate them. Tears were freely flowing
down my cheeks as I fought back the pain. Once in
place, Jane came to where my head was laying in a set
of blocks, as I squeezed my eyes trying to shut down
the tears. She gently stroked my head and ran her
fingers through my hair, and almost whispered, "God
that must have REALLY hurt. Just relax now and we'll
get this over with."
I relaxed as best I could and Jane put a set of
earplugs into my ears after telling me to lay perfectly
still. "This machine will sound like a jackhammer when
I move the magnets around and it will be very tight in
the tunnel, but don't worry, we'll be right here and
you can talk to me through the intercom located above
your head.
Jane then disappeared as Nancy finished setting the
sides of the tractor bed to hold me in a fixed
position. The bed started to move, and soon I was
traveling into the machine and lost all reference
points. The top of the passageway was less than 6"
from my nose and although I have never been
claustrophobic, I sure was feeling it then. I was like
being in a coffin and I could feel my heart rate jump
and even though I knew the machine was open on both
ends, found it hard to breathe.
I could hear Jane talking to Nancy on the intercom.
"Nance, I'm picking up increased heart and breathing
rates; since this is a lower back series, I'm going to
run him up near the other end, do something to distract
him or we may have to sedate him!"
I tried to calm down, but the closeness was more than I
could take; there was no rationality too it, I just
KNEW, I would die in there. Soon, the bed started
moving again and then stopped just a flash of light
became visible above my head. "Jim, tilt you head back
so you can see out of the machine," I heard Jane's
voice say. "Good now, hold your head in that exact
position, don't move until I tell you."
"Jim, this is Nancy," I heard faintly, not coming
through the speaker, "look at me Jim, can you see me
Jim?" Just then she came into view in the crack of
space visible between the tractor bed and the machine.
"I can see movement, but I can't tell what it is," I
replied. Then suddenly, the white color visible
through the crack turned flesh tone from the center out
and I saw a pair of gorgeous breasts displayed upside
down from my point of view. The nipples were rose red
on very pale white skin and were standing erect like
two missiles ready for launch. All I could say was "Oh
Nancy, they're beautiful!" I couldn't move a muscle
the way I was pinned in that contraption,... well
that's not true... I DID move One muscle. I got hard
again!
Nancy, squeezed her breasts together, then pinched her
nipples and pulled on them, allowing them to snap back,
my total attention was focused on the fantastic sight
above and behind me, just visible.
"Nancy! What the HELL are you doing!" Jane yelled
through the intercom. Apparently, Jane could not see
her since the machine was between them.
"Just what you said!" Nancy's fainter voice replied,
"Distracting Him!"
Jane started laughing "The Doc ain't going to believe
these pictures; I've never seen an MRI of a hard cock
before!" "The profile shots are just GREAT!"
Shortly, the machine which had been making a high
pitched noise, wound down and then came to a stop. The
Tractor bed started moving again towards my feet and
the vision of those wonderful breasts was gone from
sight.
When I came out the other end, Nancy was standing
beside the bed and her uniform was again closed. Jane
came out and said the computer images were being
transferred to film and that they could get me back
down now. My hard cock was still pointing up at a 45
degree angle towards my belly. But as soon as we
started the process of getting me off the machine, I
got stabbed in the back again and ended up on the
floor, curled up and crying again. Both women tried
to ease me into a comfortable position, but the pain
was relentless. Finally the spasm passed and Nancy
helped me get dressed while Jane went to retrieve the
films. As she pulled up my sweatpants, Nancy gave my
cock a squeeze and gave me a kiss on the cheek "for
being such a good sport."
The women helped me across the ice covered parking lot
and into my car for the drive home. Then said
goodnight as they separated and went to their own
vehicles.
When I got home, I took the films out of the big
envelope and looked at them. Sure enough, 6 shots
showed my stiff cock pointing right out there and I
knew, THAT would not be missed in the future.
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