Mother's Visit To The gynecology

Chapter 1: A mother and son are verbally humiliated by a gynaecologist.

The clinic smelled faintly of antiseptic and something stale, like old paperwork and dust. Punita shifted uncomfortably on the cracked vinyl chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap over her saree. The waiting room was eerily quiet, save for the occasional hum of a flickering fluorescent light overhead. Her son, Purav, sat beside her, scrolling absently on his phone, oblivious to the tension coiling in her gut.

"Did you see the instructions they sent?" she asked, her voice low, almost hesitant. "It says a family member has to be present. Isn't that... unusual?"

Purav glanced up, shrugging. "Maybe it's standard procedure here. Don't overthink it, Mom."

She wanted to believe him, but something about this place felt off. The dingy walls, the lack of other patients, the single male receptionist who barely looked up when they walked in - it all made her skin crawl. But she had no choice. Her regular gynaecologist wasn't available for weeks, and her symptoms were getting worse. She needed answers.

When the nurse--a man, not a woman--called her name, Punita stood abruptly, smoothing down her sari. "Coming," she said, her voice wavering slightly as Purav followed her into the examination room.

The examination room was small, dimly lit, and dominated by a bulky examination table with a pink mattress and stirrups. A curtain hung limply in one corner, barely concealing what appeared to be a changing area. Another corner had a WC and a sink covered by another curtain. In the third corner, there was a desk with two chairs. The male assistant gestured toward the so-called changing room. "Please change into the robe provided. Remove all clothing, including underwear. The doctor will be in shortly."

Punita's heart skipped a beat. "All my clothes? Even... even my underwear?"

"Yes," he said briskly, already turning away.

She hesitated, clutching her purse tighter. This didn't feel right. But what could she do? She forced herself to step behind the flimsy curtain, her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned her blouse. The spotlight above cast a harsh glow, making her feel exposed even before she undressed.

Her cheeks burned as she slipped out of her saree, bra and panties, folding them carefully. She looked around in the so-called changing area, which was separated by thin curtain walls. There were no hooks, no basket, nothing to keep her clothes in. There she was, standing completely nude.

*This is ridiculous*, she thought.

"Purav," she called softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Can you come here for a moment? I can't find a hook to hang my clothes on."

Purav, who was just standing in the examination room, exploring the different equipment, looked at the curtain where his mother called out to him. The curtain was so thin that with the spotlight right above her head, Purav could clearly see his mother's naked silhouette. At 43, his mother was very well-maintained, with a curvy, fair, and toned body. He knew many of his friends lusted after her.

There was a rustle from behind the curtain, and then his voice, low and uncertain, replied, "Sure, Mom." As he moved closer, his shadow fell across the floor, and Punita felt a flush rise in her cheeks. She tried not to think about how exposed she must look, how vulnerable. But there was no denying it--her body was fully on display, even if just for a moment.

*He's your son*, she reminded herself, swallowing hard. *It's fine. He doesn't see you like that.*

But when he stepped closer, his hand brushing the curtain's edge, Punita slowly opened the side with her clothes in her hand, handing her clothes to him. She couldn't help but notice the way his gaze lingered. Just for an instant, his eyes flicked down her body through the crack in the curtain, taking in the way her natural curves curved, the light brown coin-sized nipples poking through the fabric. Her breath caught in her throat, and she could almost feel his gaze burning on her skin for that heartbeat moment.

"I got it", he said, grabbing his mother's clothes from her hands, but not before their fingers brushed briefly. The contact sent a shiver down her spine.

"Thank you," she murmured, turning away, shutting the crack in the curtain even more tightly from him before he could see the flush in her cheeks.

Not wanting to spend any more seconds nude behind that flimsy curtain, Punita started dressing in the robe provided. As she pulled it on, she realized with a sinking feeling how inadequate it was. It clung to her body like a second skin, riding up dangerously high on her thighs and barely covering her buttocks, leaving little to the imagination. Her nipples, already sensitive from the cool air in the room, puckered further, the stiff peaks pressing against the thin material. Punita's fingers fumbled with the knot on the gown. The fabric was rough against her skin, the tightness of it pulling uncomfortably at her breasts and hips.

*I can't walk out like this.* she thought, tugging at the hem in vain. She waited in the changing room for the doctor or his assistant to come so she could tell them that the robe was too tight on her.

Outside, Purav turned around, holding his mother's clothes in his hands, as his fingers brushed against her bra and used panties, still warm from her body, and for a split second, he froze, his sissy thoughts overtaking his mind. Then, without thinking and submitting to his lustful desires, he quickly stripped down, his slender and smooth feminine body exposed, as he grabbed both the bra and panties, wearing them over his body. Purav, a secret crossdresser, had been wearing his mother's and sister's lingerie for long enough now to know how to clasp a bra behind his back. And getting this opportunity to wear his mother's fresh undergarments was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him, which he was not going to miss. He felt his mother's smooth, silky lace pink panties covering his little penis of 2 inches, a little loose on him, but the wetness palpable on his clitty penis. The bra was also loose and could do with some serious fillers, with Punita's breasts being 38C cup melons while his being practically flat. But he didn't care; he was too turned on and wanted to quickly slide his 'boy' clothes over his mother's lingerie, now covering his privates.

Before he could finish, the door creaked open, and the doctor entered. The doctor was tall, with sharp features and piercing eyes that seemed to miss nothing. His gaze swept over Purav, his lips curling into a smirk as if he knew. Purav, caught like a deer in headlights, quickly pulled his pants over, coughing and ignoring the doctor.

Punita crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself from within the changing area, and hearing the doctor enter, said, "Doctor, I think there's been some confusion. I was told to remove all my clothes, but this robe--"

"Is exactly as it should be," he interrupted, his tone firm, as he went over to the changing area, pulling the curtains open, exposing Punita to the people in the room, fully in her tiny robe. "Now, if you'll both take a seat at my desk, we have some questions to go through before the examination." The doctor nodded, his eyes drifting momentarily to Purav, who was standing awkwardly by the curtain. There was a flicker of something in his expression--curiosity? Amusement?--before he turned back to Punita.

Punita hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. This wasn't what she'd expected. Sitting at the desk, with her son beside her and the doctor scrutinising her so intently, it felt...intimate. Too intimate.

But there was no time to dwell on it. Reluctantly, she walked forward, the gown clinging to her legs as she moved. She tried in vain to pull down on her robe, trying to stretch it to cover herself as much as she could. She could feel Purav following behind her, his presence close and unsettlingly warm. Purav, loving the sensations his mother's worn bra and panties brought him, walked behind his mother, watching her swaying hips in the short robe, as her ass cheeks showed through visibly as the robe moved up and down, and he tried to copy her walking style, by swaying his hips in a feminine manner, trying to feel himself in his mother's body.

Punita sat near the desk, perching herself on the edge of the chair while Purav sat beside her, fidgeting nervously. With such a short gown that barely covered her buttocks, when Punita sat down, it rode up, exposing her thick, fair thighs and legs. The gown was also short from the front, exposing her abundant bosoms. A traditional Indian mother sitting dressed in such a flimsy material cloth and exposing so much of her body was a sight to see for anyone. The doctor's eyes darted across her milky body, and the whole scene was making Purav very turned on.

The doctor leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he regarded them with an unsettling intensity. "I'm Dr. Vikas. Since my assistant is a male, so for the patients to feel comfortable, we usually advise them to have a family member accompanying them," he explained, then looked at Purav with a smile, "although most of my patients bring their daughters or sisters, you know, other female relatives...this is the first time I'm seeing someone bring a male, that too their son..." he said smirking at Purav again who turned a little red embarrassed.

"Y...yes...yes, doctor, I was going to come with my daughter Yahvi, but she was in college today, and um, I needed to visit urgently, so I brought my son along," Punita replied, feeling a little comfortable as the doctor addressed one of the lingering questions in her mind.

"Ah, I'm sure. He seems to be a good girl... uh, I mean boy. You two seem close enough... and even if you aren't, after today, you will definitely be close," the doctor replied with a warm smile.

While Punita ignored Dr Vikas's mistake of addressing her son as a girl, Purav caught on to it. Although blushing in embarrassment, he felt warm and fuzzy inside, as if he had been accepted for the first time in his life.

"Okay, so let's start..." Dr. Vikas added, taking a chart out of the drawer and looking at it. "Your name is...Mrs. Punita Rundee..." he stopped at the last name, a little surprised, his smirk coming back on as he looked up to Punita again, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"That's a unique last name, I must say. I haven't heard it a lot. Rundee is a word used in a derogatory manner in our society, you know", he addressed, looking smugly at Punita, whose last name, Rundee, meant "Slut" in the local language and was used in a derogatory manner. Purav had been teased enough in school with this name, and the family often preferred using the initial R as their last name. It was only at the insistence of the assistant when she was filling out the form that she wrote the full thing.

Punita's face flushed, and she felt embarrassed. " Ye...yes, I know..." she replied, her head hanging down again in shame.

"It's okay, Mrs. Rundee; I think your name suits you!" Dr Vikas replied with a slight chuckle and then looked at Purav, "You must be a little Rundee too then, huh, son?" he replied again, giving a short laugh as Purav nodded, feeling embarrassed.

It was cold in the examination room, and Punita's mother's nipples were getting erect and visible through the thin cloth of the gown she was wearing, and the doctor was clearly staring at them now, making Punita feel uncomfortable.

"So you are 44 years old, correct? Born on 2nd March 1980?" Dr. Vikas enquired, reading the form she filled out and looking back up at her erect nipples.

"Y yes, doctor, that is correct", Punita replied.

"Ah...very young and quite fit and well-maintained at your age!" Dr. Vikas replied, trying to comfort Punita again. Purav could see his mother take the compliment and blush, laughing it off. This push and pull of being assertive and then nice to her seemed to be working on her as her nipples seemed to harden and get more erect. "And he is your son, I presume?" he added.

"Yes, he is, Purav, my son; he is 21," Punita answered.

"Great, although, I must say, with his feminine body and facial features, he seems more like your daughter! Hahaha!" The doctor laughed at his own joke, making Purav turn beet red in the face and look down in embarrassment again, but again getting those fuzzies of acceptance inside.

"It looks like you got married and got pregnant quite early, Mrs. Rundee." The doctor continued questioning and chit-chatting with Punita, repeatedly addressing her using her last name and stretching on it.

"Please, doctor, call me Punita," she replied, not wanting to be called the R-word again, but the doctor dismissed it, saying, "Nonsense, I'm very professional, Mrs. Rundee, you'll see, and I address all my patients by their last name. Plus, I like how your name sounds on my lips," He replied with a smirk as if he was enjoying this torment of Punita.

Trying to ignore the remarks and focusing on the question presented to her earlier, Punita replied, "Umm...O...okay doctor...Yes, doctor, I got married in an arranged marriage when I was just 22 and had Purav by the time I turned 23. He was born a premature baby at around 8 months, so he was always a little weak. And my husband's gene pool was a little weak, so I think all these factors made him a little weak. But he is a good boy, though", she replied, trying to comfort her son.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure he is. I saw him taking care of your clothes very nicely, like a good boy earlier," Dr. Vikas replied again with a smirk and looking at Purav sharply, knowing of his secret of wearing his mother's used bra and panties earlier when she was changing, as Purav lowered his head again scared that the doctor knew about his sissy side.

"And you mentioned a daughter also?" Dr. Vikas added.

"Y...yes, doctor, I have a daughter, Yahvi; she's 19," Punita replied.

"Oh, that's great; I bet she must have her mother's beautiful looks! Were both births natural deliveries, or were they cesarean?"

"They were both natural births, doctor. While Purav here was premature, Yahvi completed the entire cycle of 9 months"

"Ahhh, I see, that makes sense..." he replied, looking at Purav again as if it explained why he was so weak and fragile.

Although Punita had written the problems she had come for treatment today on the form, the doctor seemed to be having his own interest in humiliating her as he questioned her again, "So what brings you here to me today, Mrs Rundee?"

*It's clearly written on the form* Punita thought to herself, *why is he asking me to say it again?*

"Why are you here today, Mrs. RUNDEE?" This time, the doctor repeated himself in a more stern voice, which made both Purav and Punita look at him a little scared. Not wanting to cause any problems and wanting the treatment badly, she hesitated, already feeling exposed and vulnerable in that flimsy robe. Now, she had to talk about her intimate and personal body issues in front of her own son. Gathering courage, she spoke in a low voice, "I'm here for my regular vaccinations and..."

"And?" Dr Vikas asked, another smirk creeping the dues of his mouth.

Punita's embarrassment grew, but knowing she had to speak up, she spoke clearly, looking down as if ashamed, "Uhhh um... I... I'm unable to orgasm properly and feel a loss of sensitivity in my genitals...and...and...um, I have some tightness in my behind...um, you know, my anal area...with some haemorrhoids and constipation...along with some pain in my breasts and...nipples..." she replied as her cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

Dr Vikas didn't need to write any of these details down as they were already written on the form, but it amused him plenty to make a mother repeat her intimate problems in front of her own son. He repeated it again, causing both Punita and Purav to blush this time, "So you're here today to discuss anal haemorrhoids, loss of sensitivity on your clitoris and vagina, orgasm difficulties, pain and tenderness in your nipples and breasts, constipation, and getting vaccinations. Correct?"

"Y...yes, doctor", Punita replied, nodding, embarrassed.

"That's okay, dear; I will help fix all the issues for you, don't you worry!" he replied with a warm smile on his face, this time extending his arms across the table and placing them on Punita's hands, comforting her. His gesture really seemed to calm and comfort Punita and Purav both.

"Now, here's how today's session will work. First, I will ask you for some basic and personal details so that I can understand your history better. Then, we will have to run some basic hygiene procedures to ensure your privates are clean for some of the tests we will run to understand the degree of the problems, followed by doing some treatments today and giving you medications for the correction. You might have to visit me again for some time to properly cure the problems, depending on the degree of the problem, as we determine from the tests we will conduct. Don't worry! We will take good care of you and have you up and running in no time!" He replied, stroking Punita's smooth bare arms now, still comforting her, as his touch seemed to soothe her and also invoke something inside her, the feeling of being desired. Watching the doctor stroke his mother's arms also invoked something inside of Purav, who was getting turned on by his mother's lingerie clinging to his skin as he saw her being comforted by another man.

Dr. Vikas took out a blank form from his desk drawer; it was around 8-10 pages long, showing the amount of detailed work he was doing for his patients. "As you can see, this will be filled with the answers you give me today and the examination results, so we have a full medical record so we can treat you properly today, Mrs Rundee," he addressed as Punita looked impressed at the amount of his detailing.

"So, let's start with your menstrual cycle...how are your periods? Are they regular? Any problems or discomfort you face during this time of your month?" Dr Vikas asked Punita, looking up at her from his notes, his eyes wandering to her very erect and prominent nipples, which were trying to burst out of the thin gown she was wearing.

Punita clenched her fists in her lap, her entire body trembling with embarrassment. *Why is he doing this?* she wondered, glancing at Purav, who sat rigidly beside her, his face pale. But she knew she had to answer the question to get the proper treatment, and it was written in his standard form, so it must be something he asked all his patients. She understood that she needed to answer truthfully and searched for the right words to answer as decently as possible.

"Ummm...yes, they are mostly regular doctor; sometimes there are one to two days of delays, but it's natural. I haven't observed PCOD-like symptoms...PMS is not very painful for me and can be managed easily also. Just..." Punita held off her words, not knowing how to address this other symptom properly.

"Just what, Mrs. Rundee?" Dr. Vikas asked Punita, urging her to continue. His interest peaked.

"Um...just...just...just that the ovulation phase gets very difficult... I experience a lot of...how do I say this..." Punita's voice trailed off, still unable to find the right words.

Dr. Vikas studied her for a long moment, then leaned back, his smirk returning.

"Do you experience extremely strong sexual desires during your ovulation time Mrs. RUNDEE?" he asked, emphasising her last name this time, as if indicating something,

Punita's face turned red, and her head hung in shame as she nodded, confirming the doctor's question.

"There, there. There's no need to get embarrassed. We are all adults here, and we are talking about natural body functions and desires. It's okay to talk about them. I'm sure Purav here understands, too. It's okay, Mrs. Rundee. Please don't worry about it, " he said, reassuring her.

He continued, "So extremely strong sexual desires during ovulation phase..." he repeated as he wrote it down on the form.

"How long is your cycle, Mrs. Rundee?" he continued.

"Ummm... I...it's 28 days mostly", she replied.

Dr. Vikas nodded, writing it down in the notepad. "When was the last date you had your period?" He continued enquiring.

"Um...around the 10th of this month", Punita answered.

Dr. Vikas wrote it down in his notepad, calculating the dates on his calendar, "So that means you are currently in your ovulation phase, Mrs. Rundee?" he asked again, looking at her hard nipples, a smirk forming along his lips.

"Y..yes, doctor", Punita's face turned, and she replied, embarrassed, *great, now everyone knows I'm ovulating and having extremely strong sexual desires now...* she thought to herself as she looked at Purav for a second before looking down again.

Purav sympathised with his mother; he understood how embarrassing it must be for her to answer such personal questions in front of her son and a stranger. But at the same watching his mother get humiliated like this was turning him on, as his little cock got erect against his mother's panties covering them.

"That's great; ovulation is the best time to visit a gynaecologist as we are able to get the maximum deductions during this phase, Mrs Rundee." He remarked, trying to calm her down again, but the smirk was still there.

"So tell me, how do you manage your sexual desires during this period? Do you and your husband engage in intercourse a lot?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at Punita.

The nature of this question embarrassed both the mother and son duo and made Punita turn beet red. She swallowed hard, her face flushing. "I... I don't see how that's relevant."

"It's very relevant," he said sharply. "Your orgasmic dysfunction could be linked to insufficient stimulation or overstimulation. Now, please answer the question honestly so I can evaluate the treatment plan accordingly."

"Ummm... n...no...my husband h...h...has to travel a lot for work and...and... umm...you know...he has some sexual problems...um...he isn't...how do I say this," Punita replied, getting flushed again, her voice barely above a whisper now, "unable to...to you know..."

"Go on, Mrs. Rundee", Dr. Vikas added again, holding her hands to make her feel comfortable.

Punita knew this was medically related, and she had to answer truthfully. She just wished Purav wasn't there. "Can you wait outside for some time, Purav?" she asked, looking at him, but the doctor cut her off, "I'm afraid we can't do that. For the entire process, we need the family member here. You know, the local laws require it."

Embarrassed but having no choice, Punita continued,"...he is unable to hold an erection for long..." she replied in a soft whisper with her head hanging low at the embarrassment.

"Oh, I see...that's very sad to hear. Has he tried getting it treated? You know there are many medications available for this? We are living in times of great medical advancements." He enquired inquisitively, gripping her hands tightly to comfort her, stroking them.

"Ummm, he tried, but it didn't work...we even tried alternative medicine treatments, but nothing worked...the doctor said it has to do something with genetics...he wasn't able to get erect much from the beginning..." she added, still looking down, her voice barely a whisper.

Purav was shocked hearing all this, as this explained so much to him, for even he suffered through similar problems with his own erections, which were rare and difficult to achieve. He didn't interject; he just listened as the doctor and Punita continued talking.

"I'm surprised how he got you pregnant then?" Dr. Vikas enquired again.

Purav shifted uncomfortably beside her, his face red. *Why is he asking this in front of him?* he thought, his stomach churning. But the doctor's expression brooked no argument.

"I...uh..." she stammered, unable to respond coherently. "Ummm...we had gone through IVF where they took his sperm samples and inseminated me with it in a lab...at a young age, he was able to produce some erection, but now even that is...gone", she replied in a low tone, feeling embarrassed to reveal such intimate details in front of her son.

"I understand." Dr Vikas replied and wrote down these details on his pad. "So, coming back to my question then, how do you relieve yourself during these ovulatory periods of strong sexual desires, Mrs Rundee? Do you masturbate a lot?"

The question caught her off guard, and she froze, her cheeks burning. Masturbation? Here? In front of her son? She darted a glance at Purav, expecting him to look away or pretend he hadn't heard, but instead, he met her gaze head-on, his expression unreadable.

"Doctor," she protested, her voice trying to gather some courage. "This is completely inappropriate--"

"Answer the question, Mrs. Rundee," he snapped, cutting her off. "Or I can't understand the problem fully and treat you. Please understand I'm doing this to help you better."

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, which she tried very hard to control, but she forced herself to respond. "Sometimes. Not often."

"Masturbation is a very healthy way to relieve sexual desires, Mrs Rundee. In India, it has been made into such a taboo when it really shouldn't be. It's a natural bodily process. Everyone does it. It is very healthy and nothing to be ashamed of." Dr Vikas comforted her, helping her open up.

"I'm sure your son masturbates too, isn't that right, little boy? How many times do you masturbate in a day? Tell us truthfully to help your mother feel better..." he said, looking towards Purav.

Embarrassed at the humiliating questions being directed towards him, Purav hung his head in shame and just nodded.

"Answer my question, Purav *beta*", the doctor asked him again, raising his voice this time.

"Um...like 5-6 times in a day...." he replied meekly, not wanting to cause any trouble in his mother's treatment.

"See? It's very natural, Mrs Rundee...even your son does it...now please answer my question, it is standard procedure for me to ask my patients...see it is printed on the form even...tell me, how many times do you masturbate in a day?" Dr. Vikas questioned Punita, making her feel comfortable.

Punita was very embarrassed, but at his insistence, answered, "Ummm, around like...like 13-15 times a day during my ovulation time..." she replied in a whisper, turning red, but also turned on as indicated by her visible discomfort of closing her legs tight and protruding nipples.

"And how about other times of the month when you are not ovulating?" Dr Vikas enquired.

"Like around 5-6 times in a day..." she replied again, feeling flushed in the face at having no excuse for her masturbation when she was not ovulating.

"It is very clear you are a very beautiful and sexual woman, Mrs. Rundee, and that is nothing to be ashamed of. Your desires are not fulfilled by your husband, and you have to take matters into your own hands - pardon the pun. This is, unfortunately, a very common thing in Indian families...you won't believe it when I say this: I have plenty of patients who are going through the same thing - their partners are not able to keep them satisfied, so it is completely okay." Dr Vikas addressed the situation quickly, trying to make Punita feel calm and confident again about her sexual practices.

He continued, trying to dig deeper while making her feel more relaxed, "Don't worry, please - all things you say here are confidential and won't be leaked out, and your son seems mature and understanding enough, so please relax. Now tell me, how do you masturbate? Do you use any toys or objects or just your hands? Please understand this question. It helps me understand your problems and issues better so I can give you the best treatment." Dr. Vikas assured her, gripping her hand tightly and stroking it with his other hand.

Feeling comforted but struck by the nature of the question, Punita realised she had no choice but to answer. Avoiding her son Purav's gaze, she answered, "Ummm...d...doctor... um... I use my hands, and fingers, and sometimes even...objects..." she whispered, humiliation washing over her.

"What kind of objects, Mrs. Rundee?" Dr. Vikas enquired, looking into her eyes deeply, and a smirk formed on the edges of his mouth.

"Like...like you know...vegetables like carrots, or cucumbers or bottle gourd...sometimes my phone on vibrating mode...." Punita replied, completely broken down and humiliated, breathing deeply as if she had just been exposed in front of a thousand people.

Purav was shocked to hear his own mother say these things. He had never imagined his mother to be this sexual. *Did she use these vegetables and then feed us the same, or did she throw them away?* He thought to himself, wondering if he had tasted vegetables that had once been inside his mother's cunt. The entire conversation and its humiliating nature were turning him on as his little penis got fully erect at 4 inches against his mother's panties. He imagined his mother using different-sized vegetables on her pussy, and imagined eating them later, cherishing her taste on them.

"Interesting. Do you insert them inside your vagina also?" The doctor asked, continuing his questions which were getting way too personal now.

Punita, already feeling exposed in her revealing gown and the questions asked so far, felt stripped of her dignity now. She didn't have an ounce of strength left to object to the questions, so she just kept on answering the doctor, "Y...yes, doctor."

"How about anally? Do you also use them inside your ass?" the doctor asked, smirking and happy at how he had broken this poor woman down.

Completely ashamed and humiliated, Punita just nodded as the doctor wrote it down. Purav had his mouth hanging open now, *my mother has inserted vegetables into her ass?* he thought as the image took form in his mind and his little erection strained.

"Well noted, Mrs. Rundee. I am a little curious, though, were these highly sexual periods of the ovulatory phase only post-marriage, or was it before marriage also?" Dr Vikas asked, "I'm enquiring as this will tell me how long these desires have persisted. It will help me understand you better and prescribe the right treatment for you," he enquired again, being professional as always.

"Umm, it was always there... I have experienced these since I was in my teens..." Punita replied, again her vice getting rhapsy.

"Okay...did you have many sexual partners before your marriage?" he interjected.

She stared at him, mortified. "I... I can't remember."

"Please think properly, Mrs. Rundee; we need to write this down to know how to treat you. It is standard procedure to know of a client's sexual history. Believe me, this is only a one-time thing; next time you visit us, we will already have your details," he added to get her to answer the question.

Punita nodded, confirming to the doctor about sexual partners before her marriage, as she remembered her college day escapades and the multiple boyfriends she had.

"How many sexual partners have you had so far, including your husband, Mrs Rundee?" the doctor asked

"I...Is this necessary, doctor?" Punita asked, not knowing how much further her dignity would fall with all these questions and answers.

"Yes, it is Mrs. RUNDEE. Please answer my question," Dr Vikas said, getting tired and irritated now and having to repeat the same thing repeatedly.

"Ummm...I...I...don't know doctor.... um, it should be more than 100, I think....." she replied in a low whisper so that her son Purav couldn't hear.

But the doctor heard it very well, and he wasn't going to let it go. "A HUNDRED!" he shouted in the room, shocked and amused at the same time. If anyone was sitting outside in the waiting room, even they would have heard it clearly. Punita shuddered at the humiliation, her secret being revealed to her son, and hung her head low again. "My God! You truly live up to your last name, don't you!" The doctor replied as his smirk widened, his eyes glinting with something she couldn't quite place. "I don't think I've had any patient with that high of a body count, not even women who are in the sex industry! My, my, you are something else, aren't you, RUNDEE?" he added, addressing her only by her last name this time, which made both her and Purav look at him, shocked, adding to their humiliation.

Purav's head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock. He was ready to burst without touching himself. He was almost on the verge, seeing his own mother being verbally dominated and humiliated completely sober.

"When was the last time you had sex Mrs. Rundee?"

Punita shook her head, trying to avoid the question, but had no choice at the doctor's insistence and dominance. "Umm, yesterday morning..."

"But you just said your husband doesn't have sex with you, Mrs Rundee. Does that mean you have extramarital affairs?" Dr. Vikas asked, clearly enjoying himself now, as a wide smile appeared on his face as if he already knew the answer.

"Mom?" Purav said out loud, unable to control his disbelief and wanting to know the answer himself.

"No!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking. "Never!" She knew this was far from the truth, but with her son sitting right there in the room, she was not going to answer this question.

The doctor leaned forward, his gaze locking onto hers. "Are you sure? Because your symptoms suggest a certain level of... dissatisfaction. Plus, you just said your last intercourse was yesterday morning, and before that, you said your husband doesn't get erect and is away most of the time...so perhaps you've sought fulfilment elsewhere?" He enquired.

"I haven't," she insisted, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I swear. I just meant I masturbated last morning, I didn't mean intercourse, I swear." Punita answered, trying to defend herself and her lie just to shield her son. It didn't matter; she had been honest so far, and she didn't have to answer this; the doctor wouldn't possibly get to know.

"Okay, okay. There's no pressure, although I still find it hard to believe. I'll accept your answer...for now, that is. Remember, nothing stays hidden from a gynaecologist doctor; we get to know everything," he replied, winking at Purav, who was too shocked to respond.

The doctor asked his next question, jotting something down. "And when was the last time you achieved an orgasm?"

"Umm... it's been months, doctor...around 10 months or more, I'd say," Punita answered, shaking her head as the questions grew more personal, more invasive, each one designed to strip away her dignity bit by bit.

"Even when you masturbate? Was it always difficult for you to orgasm, or has this been a recent development?" He continued his interrogation.

"Umm...no...no, it wasn't always like this. I used to orgasm very easily. But now, since I think the last 4-5 years, it has been getting more and more delayed, like I have to, you know...masturbate for long periods of time to be able to...you know...feel it...and achieving an orgasm is very rare, only...after long periods of stimulation I might achieve something very small in sensation..." she replied, answering this truthfully as she needed a cure to this problem which was bothering her. She had to answer this truthfully because this was one of the main reasons she was there today.

"Yes, too much sex and masturbation can lead to what we call a "dead clitoris" where the sensations disappear because the nerve endings get stimulated too much and lose their sensitivity.... but it's okay, it's nothing that can't be fixed with skilled hands," the doctor addressed the problem, grinning at his own pun again.

Punita nodded, trying to understand the explanation given by the doctor, but deeply humiliated that her son now knew that she lost her sensations due to excessive masturbation. *What must Purav think of his mother, being such a nymphomanic, how will I ever face him normally?* she thought to herself, on the verge of tears.

Purav, who was observing his mother, comforted her by standing up and coming close to where she was seated, rubbing her shoulders, "It's okay mom, nothing will change between us, and I won't tell anyone, I promise. You just get well soon. I'm sure the doctor will give the best treatment for you," he assured her as if he had read her thoughts.

"Yes, of course we will! Don't worry, Mrs. Rundee, there is nothing to be upset about. You have such a good little boy there to take care of you. Aren't you glad you brought him here with you today?" the doctor added, stroking Punita's hands and arms as he calmed her also.

Punita felt calmer and more relaxed. She drank some water and told Purav she was okay as Purav went back to his seat, and the doctor moved on to his last set of questions for the session today, "So...now that I have understood the sexual history, I just have a few more questions before we move on and start the tests...tell me, how are your bodily functions, stool and urine, I understand you are constipated a lot. How many times do you poop or pee in a day?" the doctor asked.

Compared to the sexual questions she was just asked, these seemed very mild to her now, and although embarrassing, Punita realised she could answer them much more with ease now, "Umm pee is normal, no burning sensations or such, light golden to clear in colour and around 6-7 times a day I think, and poop like around once in two days, normal stool, although it hurts sometimes due to...you know...the haemorrhoids..."

"See, Mrs Rundee, while sexual history like masturbation is just as much of a bodily function as peeing or pooping, how easy it was for you to answer those questions, but you got so embarrassed about the sexual questions. It is just our society that made the devil out of the sexual expression of an individual, whereas it, too, is just another normal bodily function. We are all mature adults here, so please don't feel embarrassed by any of the questions asked today. These are just regular profiling." Dr. Vikas lectured both Punita and Purav. After he finished writing all the details, he moved on, standing up from his desk, "Okay, great, I have all the details now. We will start with some basic measurements now."

"For these measurements we are about to perform, Mrs Rundee, I will have to call in my assistant for assistance. Please understand that these tests may require you to take off your gown, but we are all very professional, and Purav will be here to supervise and ensure things are kept very professional. After the tests, however, we may have to perform some standard hygiene operations, depending on the situation, to make sure you're clean everywhere for the examination. I'll let you know if that is needed for today or not later. I'm sure Purav is a very good boy and will assist you thoroughly through the process." He added as he pressed a buzzer to call his assistant in.

If Punita thought she was humiliated until now, what was about to happen to her now was going to be the lowest level of humiliation anyone could imagine.

Chapter 2: Humiliation continues as she is measured and cleansed.

Dr. Vikas pressed the buzzer on his desk to summon his assistant. Leaning back in his chair, he steepled his fingers while regarding Punita and her son, Purav, with an unreadable expression.

Punita shifted uncomfortably in her seat, waiting for the assistant to come in and perform the next procedure. The thin robe clung to her body like a second skin. Her nipples were still visibly erect through the fabric, and she could feel Purav's eyes darting toward her from time to time. She glanced at Purav, who sat stiffly beside her, avoiding her gaze. *What is he hiding?* she wondered. There was a strange energy about him today, something secretive and... excited?

As the assistant entered the room, Punita and Purav couldn't take their eyes off him. He was a tall, muscular man with a stoic expression, carrying a clipboard and a small toolkit. Dr. Vikas looked at them, amused, as he sensed the sexual tension directed at his assistant from both the mother and son duo.

"This is Balraam, my assistant; I presume you have met him already?" Dr. Vikas smirked, glancing at Punita's erect nipples through her thin gown. He continued, "He is very professional and will take the readings for you today, Mrs. Rundee. Please don't worry; he may look tough, but he is very gentle with the patients." Looking at Purav, Dr. Vikas added, "Purav, please help him make your mother feel comfortable and be of assistance to both." Dr Vikas added, then addressing Balraam, the assistant, he said, "Okay then, Balraam, please start your procedures while I attend to some of my other work." With that, he got up and left the office, allowing the three to proceed with the procedures.

Balraam nodded at the doctor before turning to Punita. "Ma'am, please stand up," he instructed, his tone business-like yet strangely dominant. Punita felt relieved to hear him call her Ma'am instead of her last name. *Quite a gentleman too,* she thought to herself. However, as grateful as she was for this, she hesitated for a moment before standing, clutching the edges of her robe to keep it from riding up any further. She felt even more self-conscious about her robe now that a new man was in the room who was so good-looking and well-mannered.

"You can come along too, son," he said, addressing Purav, who was a little embarrassed to hear Balraam call him 'son. ' He must be just 5-6 years older than him, yet towering above him as if Purav was his child. He tried to ignore the comment and got up, trying to cover his little erection in his mother's panties underneath his clothes as he followed them.

Balraam gestured for them to move to the corner of the room where a scale and measuring equipment were set up. "We'll start with your weight and height," he said, "and then move on to other measurements." Punita nodded, grasping the basic procedures, and stepped onto the scale as Balraam recorded her weight. "55 kg," he announced loudly, devoid of any emotion, as he wrote it down in his notebook. *Why does he need to announce this?* Punita wondered, feeling self-conscious about her son in the room hearing her weight.

Balraam ignored her embarrassment before guiding her to a vertical measuring rod. "We'll measure your height now. Please stand against the wall looking forward, your arms pointing down, on your sides," he commanded again in a professional yet dominating tone. His commands seemed to have an effect on Punita, who felt her pussy get moist and her nipples more erect. The thin gown pressed even more tightly around her bust, showing off her very hard and throbbing nipples.

Balram had now moved very close to her, on the verge of pushing his strong masculine body against her as she was pinned against the wall, facing him. She was beginning to breathe fast, looking up at him as he worked, adjusting the height measuring gauge and bringing it down to the top of her head. His arms were raised, and she could smell his masculine pheromones attracting her to his armpits, which did not help her case. Balraam then held Punita's chin using his hands, guiding it straight so she could look straight into his tight, t-shirt-covered, chiselled chest. Even his hands were huge compared to her tiny face. His touch sent a shiver down Punita's spine. "5ft 1 inch", he replied loudly again, as his hands moved away from her chin towards his notepad, and he noted it down, moving himself away from her, ever so professional.

"Now we will take your body measurements, ma'am. Please step forward a few paces and maintain the same position," he replied, pulling a measuring tape from his pocket. "I'll need your assistance with this, son. Kindly hold this notepad and write down the measurements next to each field as I measure and announce them," he added, giving the notepad and pen to Purav.

*Body measurements? That's strange...Nowhere has that been measured at any of my previous visits*, Punita thought to herself. But her pussy was throbbing now and was beginning to take over her mind as Balraam suddenly got close to her again with the measuring tape. He wrapped the tape around Punita's breast, right on her sore nipples, around her back, his two thick fingers holding the ends of the tape close to her chest in the centre. Her very hard eraser nipples compressed under the tape and hardened under the thin fabric of the robe, betraying her lustful desires. "38 Bust", he shouted towards Purav.

Purav suddenly shocked at having to write down, froze for a second, his face burning with shame. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him. Watching his mother being touched and measured in such an intimate way stirred something euphoric in him. He was getting turned on watching his mother get turned on by a masculine man! "38 Bust, write it down, son", Balraam repeated again, looking at Purav, who suddenly snapped out of his daze and wrote the measurements into the notepad.

Punita's face turned red with embarrassment at the mention of her bust size being repeated twice now.

Balraam then took a pair of medium-sized glass cups shaped like conical breasts. "We need to measure your cup size, ma'am. For this, I'll need to measure your breasts directly. I'll open the back of the gown and slide it off a bit to take the measurements," he added.

*What? What did he just say?* Punita was trying to make sense of the situation when she suddenly felt Balaram's hand at the back of her gown, tugging at the string near her right shoulder, loosening the gown and causing it to slip from the front.

"Wa...wait", she replied; everything was moving so fast when Balraam's hands grabbed the top of her robe side and pulled it down, exposing her round, full and creamy-wheatish breasts, hanging loose, in their full glory, showing her rock hard eraser-like brown nipples with quarter-sized dark areolas. Her breasts were hanging in their full glory, and she was exposed suddenly in front of two men, including her own son. His hands instinctively went to her breasts, trying to cover up as much as possible, trying to get back her modesty, but they were too big for her small palms, which could only cover her nipples.

This was the first time in his life that Purav was seeing a real woman's breasts and that too his own mother's. Purav stared at them like a deer in headlights. But he realised something new this time. His lust thoughts weren't due to the seeing of his mother's breasts, but rather out of admiration for them. They looked so beautiful, firm, toned, and full, even at her age! Purav wasn't turned on out of the reason to suck on those breasts or play with them, but rather to have them on his own chest and feel their weight on his body. He wanted men like Balraam to stare at him, too, and want to play with them.

"Don't worry, ma'am, this is a standard process; all patients undergo this. Please relax and tell me the size of your bra. What size cups do you usually wear? " Balraam asked Punita as he grabbed her palms, covered her breasts, and moved them to the side, exposing them again.

Punita blinked, surprised. "Excuse me?"

"Ma'am, many women wear bras that are the wrong size, and we determine the exact size for your breasts using precise measuring devices. This can help prevent soreness and even reduce the risk of breast cancer. Therefore, checking the correct cup size is a crucial factor for our patients, ma'am. Now, please answer my question so I can measure it accurately and quickly," Balram explained, looking Punita in the eyes as she stood there with her exposed breasts and sore, hardened nipples.

"I we...wear..C Cups", Punita answered, shaken and feeling humiliated but also very, very turned on, feeling the wetness begin to slide along her smooth legs underneath the robe.

*No wonder mom's bras are a little loose for me; they are C-Cups!* Purav got excited hearing this, and his little penis got erect again.

"Then let's start with C cups", Balraam responded as he took a pair of glass conical breast-shaped cups labelled "C" and put them on Punita's breasts, trying to contain them inside the cups. When Balram's strong, calloused hands holding the cups reached for her breasts, Punita tensed, her breath catching in her throat. He measured her cup size meticulously, first scooping her left breast using his right hand, and then he inserted it inside the cup, trying to cover it fully, and repeated the same with the other breast. His expression was impassive, as if this were the most routine tasks in the world. *How can he be so calm?* Punita thought, her heart pounding, staring at him fondling her soft milky breasts but with such professionalism, as deep down, a thrill coursed through her veins.

"Nope, I'm afraid you're wearing the wrong bra size, ma'am. Your breasts aren't C Cups. See, they do not fit inside these cups. I think D cups ought to do better." Balraam replied, looking up at Punita, indicating her half-covered breasts inside the cups, filling only half the cups. He took the cups away and proceeded to do the same thing with a new pair of cups labelled "D" and covered Punita's breast with them. They fully engulfed in these cups, her already sore nipples pressing hard against the cold glass cups, her soft skin trapped inside the shape of the glass cups whose base touched her chest, showing a perfect alignment.

"D Cup Breasts," Balraam nodded, shouting towards Purav and indicating for him to write it down in the notepad. Purav enjoyed the humiliation of noting down his own mother's breast cup size, feeling a pang of jealousy as he wished he too could have breasts like hers that would fill the bra he wore underneath.

Punita was surprised too, *Oh, I'm D cups? I never knew; maybe that's what's causing the soreness in my breasts,* she thought to herself. However, this thought was fleeting and quickly disappeared, her lust taking over her rational mind.

Balraam, ever so professional, kept the cups back and took the tape measure again. He continued measuring Punita's body without bothering to cover her exposed upper body. He wrapped the tape around her waist, just below her navel. "34 Waist," he replied to Purav, who noted it down.

He proceeded to wrap the measure around the fullest part of her hips, bending down in front of her and measuring her hips. "40 Hips", he shouted towards Purav. Punita felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal as his hands moved over her body, the cool material of the tape measure brushing against her thin gown. His rough hands touched her body gently in places she wanted to be touched by him.

"Ma'am, we will measure your subcutaneous fat now, which will be measured from your stomach area," Balraam spoke as he pulled open the partition on Punita's robe further down, now also exposing her stomach and navel. The gown was only covering her private areas, and bum now, the rest of Punita's MILFy body was fully exposed in the room.

"Wait... wait!" Punita exclaimed, raising her hands in vain to stop Balraam from forcing open her robe. The thin robe only covered a quarter of her body, protecting only the modesty of her private nether regions. Her bare legs and upper body were fully exposed to the room now. Purav, shocked to see his mother like this, eyed her body for different reasons.

Balraam took a fat-measuring device that resembled scissors, but it featured blunt, clamped ends designed to grasp stomach fat, along with a dial displaying measurements. He pinched Punita's stomach just below her left navel to gauge her body fat, reading the value shown on the dial. "38% body fat," he announced as Purav noted it down once more.

"Now, we will conduct a body hair examination, ma'am. This helps us gain a basic, top-level understanding of whether your hormones are functioning properly; if we find any discrepancies, we may perform more detailed testing, and if everything seems normal, we won't carry out any additional tests."

*This is a bit unusual, but he makes sense...*, Punita pondered to herself.

Without any prior warning, Balraam quickly pulled apart Punita's robe from the bottom front also, exposing her naked body fully in the room. Punita stood there, shocked, unable to process what just happened, standing there exposing her trimmed but hairy vulva, her fleshy curvy body and soft belly on full display, as Purav stared, shocked too, taking in his mother's fully naked and exposed body right in front of him.

"Don't worry, we are professionals, and it'll be over in a flash", Balraam added as he brought a magnifying glass and lifted Punita's arms, using it to examine her underarms closely, then her nipples, his rough hands gently touching her breasts; arms, legs, her vulva; where she could feel his hot breath right on her clit; perineum and finally turned her swiftly around to examine her ass crack, as his hands spread her ass.

There was no part of her body that Purav had not seen now. His mother had been fully exposed to her son. Her jiggly and big and fatty butt was fair and soft like jelly, and Purav got his fair share of jealousy watching his mother's body. Purav knew his mother was a very attractive woman, but seeing her like this, fully naked in front of a stranger in the room, embarrassed and humiliated, was such a turn-on for him.

Punita stood there in her birthday suit, completely naked, and let Balraam examine her body as he needed, being compliant. She was fully humiliated also and embarrassed, her face turning red, feeling so exposed with the detailed examination she underwent, but her body seemed to be saying something else because her nipples were hard, and her pussy seemed to be oozing wetness that clung to her trimmed pubic hair. Punita was enjoying this humiliation to a certain degree; it was becoming a tease for her, and it raised temperatures in her nether regions.

"Shaved/Waxed hair in the underarms, no visible hair growth around the nipples, arms and legs are also waxed clean with minimal growth, the upper lip is also fine with no growth. Natural bush on the vulva area, which is trimmed, and no hair in the anal area or the perineum," he announced to Purav, who snapped out of his daze and wrote the details down quickly.

"Now we will have to take body temperature, ma'am", Balraam continued, addressing Punita without giving her a break. "We prefer to do it through the bottom as this gives us a more accurate reading. I would like you to bend forward with your arms on the wall, facing it", he continued directing Punita. He pulled her waist back with his hands gripping it towards his crotch, and she complied, not being given any second to think and process, just one command after the other.

"Good", he said, watching Punita comply as he took a mercury thermometer from an antiseptic liquid and wiped it with cotton, followed by scooping some lubricant using its tip from a jar. His actions were swift and merely took a few seconds as he took the lubed-up thermometer near Punita's ass, "Now please use your hands to spread your cheeks, ma'am, and I want you to take 10 deep breathes in and out."

Punita started breathing deeply when she suddenly felt the coldness of the thermometer rub against her butt hole, the tip feeling thin and rubbing cool jelly around her anal opening, sending shivers down her spine. "Ohhh", she let out an uncontrollable whispered moan.

Balraam used his ungloved fingers to touch her ass hole, spreading the lube around it and then dipping the thermometer in the lube jar again and inserting it inside Punita's rectum, pushing it in deep without a warning in a single go. "Ahhhh", she gasped as he inserted the thermometer into her anus, the cold metal causing her muscles to clench involuntarily.

"Relax," he commanded, his tone allowing no room for argument.

Here she was, fully naked in a room, bent forward against the wall, looking at an empty wall in front of her own son, exposed, humiliated, examined, and now debased. Her pussy quivered as the juices overflowed, clearly noticeable, as her sphincter gripped the thermometer, not wanting to let it out. She could feel Purav's eyes on her again, watching intently. *Does he enjoy this?* she wondered, a strange mix of shame and arousal stirring within her.

Purav watched, in stunned silence, his heart pounding in his chest, his mother being taken, an object inserted inside her bottom, spread open, bending forward. She seemed like a pornstar - like she was used to being in this position. He couldn't tear his eyes away from his mother's humiliation, yet a part of him--a dark, secret part--found it thrilling. His own butt hole tingled with anticipation, craving to be filled too.

Just as Punita drew her last breath, Balraam finally withdrew the thermometer. She exhaled shakily, her legs trembling beneath her, as he announced the reading, "99.5 degrees Fahrenheit," while Purav wrote it down.

"Ah, the body temperature is done! Wonderful!" said a suddenly appearing Dr. Vikas, who had left the room earlier when Balraam had started the measurements.

"You see, Mrs. Rundee, normal body temperatures for women range from about 98.2 to 98.6 degrees, but women's body temperatures increase during ovulation. That is why this period is referred to as being 'in heat.' Most women experience a rise in temperature during their ovulatory phase by a few degrees, but yours is the highest I've ever seen, suggesting a pronounced ovulatory phase. That explains the heightened sexual desires you experience during this time," he explained.

Punita suddenly felt even more ashamed with the doctor walking in and seeing her nude, bent over, in such a vulnerable position, as she quickly turned around, trying to cover her body with her palms. She felt the doctor's gaze roaming on her body, eye-fucking her naked skin, her plumpy ass, her vulva and her full breasts, as she turned red and averted her gaze. She understood what the doctor was saying, and it explained to her rational mind, but she didn't like how he had to say it out loud in the room for everyone to hear. *Great, now even Balraam knows about my sexually charged ovulatory phases*, she thought to herself, feeling humiliated.

"Are you all done with the measurements, Balraam?" Dr. Vikas asked, looking at him.

"Yes, doctor. Please pass the notepad to the doctor, son," Balraam said to Purav, who swiftly stepped forward and handed the notepad to Dr. Vikas.

Balraam, Dr. Vikas and her son Purav all were now standing close to Punita, surrounding her, clothed, as she stood there fully naked in front of the three men. She had never felt so exposed in her life. She was so humiliated and degraded, but the worst part was she was enjoying it. It was making her pussy throb, her body crave and revolt. She could spot all three men having a hard-on, their pants tightening around their crotch area. Even her son.

Dr. Vikas looked at as if in deep thought, then looked at Punita, then looked at the notepad again, then looked at her nipples; his hands rubbed around her areoles and then felt the fullness of her breasts by cupping them from below. He bent down to look at her vagina and then behind her to look at her asshole, examining her as if she was some kind of an animal. "Okay then," he started speaking now, "Balraam, I think we will need to perform the hygiene first before we can start the examination. She could use a cleaning once", he directed Balraam, who nodded, as the doctor left the room again, smirking, as Punita's faced turned red from the shame.

*What does he mean by cleaning? I am very careful about my hygiene, and I am already clean,* Punita thought to herself, her face burning with shame at Dr. Vikas' examination of her naked body and his comments in front of everyone in the room.

"Okay, thank you for your professionalism, ma'am; we are done with the measurements", Balraam told Punita as he moved away from her, and she quickly grabbed the robe, covering her exposed body with it. She was more grateful than her life for that however thin and flimsy robe she had in that moment. She was relieved that this was finally over but also afraid of what was going to happen next, already humiliated and flushed red from embarrassment and a strange heat running through her body that filled her with lust.

Balraam handed her a glass of water, and she drank it all, not realizing how dry her mouth was. "The doctor has ordered some hygiene procedures to be performed before he can examine you. It'll be very quick and won't hurt at all," he said, reassuring her. "Now, we need to set you up on the examination seat for this. Please follow me," he added.

Punita's stomach dropped, her face paling as she was led by Balraam to the examination area. It had a gynaecological bed with leg stirrups, so the patient on the bed would lie on the bed, their backs raised at an angle, with their ankles strapped on the two-part metal support that spread their legs with their knees up, showing their private areas fully. There were enough spotlights on top and around it to peer directly inside her body. *This seems so scary...what, how will...* she couldn't think properly about what was happening.

"The doctor's examination will be done here, and we will also do the hygiene process here, so it's easier for you, ma'am," he added as he guided her body to lie on the bed and strapped her hands to the sides of the bed.

"W... what? Why are you tying my hands?" she exclaimed, her heart racing. She felt extremely afraid.

"This is standard procedure to prevent you from moving too much during the hygiene and examination process; it is for your safety as movement can lead to accidents and injuries..." he replied with a comforting smile as he continued to bind her arms to the bed. "...now we will put your legs in the stirrups", he continued.

"B...but...but Balraam, I'm not wearing anything underneath!" Punita replied, aghast at the thought of being exposed again!

"Yes, ma'am, but this is how the examination process works. I'm sure you're aware of this. Without examining your sexual organs, how can the doctor effectively treat you? The hygiene and examination will require a bit of exposure, but don't worry; we uphold a high level of professionalism here. That's why we have your son in the room as well, to ensure everything remains professional," he added to reassure Punita.

Balraam grabbed one of Punita's milky-fair and soft thighs and moved it up to latch onto the stirrups, followed by the other leg. Punita now lay on the bed, propped at an incline, with her arms and hands tied to the side of the bed and her legs sitting on the stirrups. She was still wearing the flimsy robe, but there seemed no point to it. With her legs on the stirrups, the robe scrunched at her waist, exposing her pubic area clearly and directly.

Purav, who was standing at the other end, was now facing his mother's pubic area directly. He could clearly see her bushy trimmed pussy and asshole clearly as she lay in a spread eagle position. He had never seen any woman nude, and seeing his mother like this, bound, humiliated, and exposed, hurt his already strained erection.

"Okay, we are all set. Now, the first hygiene procedure will be shaving your vulva, ma'am", Balraam added pleasantly as he moved to get the shaving kit from the drawer. He pulled a stool and sat at the edge of the examination chair, facing Punita's exposed pubic area directly.

"Do... do we really need to do that? I... I have never undergone this procedure before," Punita replied, her eyes widening in horror as she attempted to regain control of the situation.

"Yes, ma'am, shaving is necessary for cleanliness. Per the doctor's insistence, it is required for a proper assessment and treatment. This is a standard protocol at our clinic, and most patients come prepared, but since this is your first time, we will need to handle it ourselves. Next time you visit, you can avoid this by shaving before your appointment, ma'am," he replied casually as he continued his work.

"Son, I need some help. There's nowhere to hold this tray. Can you please come closer and hold it so I can keep the shaved hair on the tray?" Balraam replied casually, looking at Purav. A smirk formed on his lips as he noticed the small tent in Purav's pants.

Purav's throat went dry. His mind wanted to refuse and avoid seeing his mother's vulva in close-up, but his feet carried him forward, guided by his lust-filled desires. Now he had a clear view of his mother's pussy, her legs spread. He could clearly see her entire private anatomy, with nothing to hide. Her bushy vulva, her anus, her stretch-marked tummy, her fleshy inner thighs, he could see it all with a clear, close-up view.

Punita lay there uncomfortably, unable to see anything happening between her legs since the robe was scrunched over her stomach and a curtain was drawn in the middle, blocking her view. However, she could still hear everything. *No, No, No, No, he's going to shave me in front of my son?* she thought as she heard Balraam call Purav forward. He could see her. Her entire private area was now exposed to her son and another unknown man. To say she felt embarrassed or humiliated was a pebble compared to the mountain of emotions coursing through her now.

She suddenly felt cold water spray on her pubic mound, which sent a shock through her body as she wasn't prepared. "Ahhhh!" she exclaimed in surprise. The cold water sent shivers through her body, but her pussy just felt more heated up with this sensation as wetness drooled out. All this humiliation was turning her on, and the men would clearly be able to see the wetness between her legs now, she thought, utterly humiliated. The next few minutes passed in a blur as the assistant applied some shaving foam and began shaving her pubic hair.

Purav's stomach churned as he stood awkwardly beside Balraam, holding the tray in his hands and unable to look away. His fascination grew with each stroke of the blade as Balraam repeatedly removed the shaved pubic hair from the razor on the tray.

The sound of the razor scraping against skin echoed in the otherwise silent room, each stroke sending a jolt of humiliation through Punita's body. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as the assistant meticulously removed every trace of hair from her most intimate area. Yet, a part of her revelled in the attention, in the way both men focused so intently on her most private areas. She could feel Balraam's ungloved, calloused, rough hands stretching her skin, rubbing against her vaginal lips, stretching them using his fingers as he continued shaving her vulva baby smooth, doing a better job than any cosmetologist.

Punita felt she was in a daze. The cold sensation of the razor touching her privates, Balraam's rough hands rubbing against her skin, her own son watching her vagina, all of this was too much to process in this little time, and her body seemed to be loving the humiliation as she felt her pussy get even more turned on, the horniness was visible on her face but her lips shut tightly not to make a sound. The room was filled with the smell of the wetness of her pussy, and both Balraam and Purav could smell its intoxicating scent even more.

Once he was done, he used to finger to touch her vulva and feel it for any traces of hair, and feeling the hands of a strong man on her pussy, Punita seemed to jerk forward as if trying to hump his hand before she stopped herself. If she had any modesty left earlier because of her pubic hair, that too was gone now.

As the hair was removed, Purav could see his mother's naked vulva in its full glory. The brown skin around it, the pink loose lips, the swollen clit. The image would be permanently etched in his brain and would fuel a continuous desire in him to get a vagina similar to his mother's. But right now, his lustful thoughts were directing him to worship his mother's pussy. He was to lick it clean of all its wetness, and worship his mother's goddess pussy using his tongue, the same pussy he was born out of.

"Okay, we are done with the shaving", Balraam announced as he pushed his stool back from between Punita's legs and took the tray containing her shaved-off pubic hair, as he took it to the bio-waste dustbin to throw it away. As he was moving away, he handed a bottle of lotion and a damp cloth to Purav, "Clean up any stray hairs, and please spread the lotion all over the shaved area to prevent any infection", he instructed, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

Punita's head was lost at the moment, and her mind wasn't working straight. She was feeling degraded in front of her son but also turned on at the touch and experiencing being shaved by a man on her vulva. She wasn't sure of these mixed feelings, and her mind was lost in its thoughts; she didn't hear properly what Balraam had said.

She suddenly felt another pair of hands on her privates. This was not a man's hands, she could tell, definitely not Balraam's! *Who is that?* her mind racing with unanswered questions as she felt a cloth wiping her genitals and then a cold liquid be applied on her freshly shaved and sensitive skin, sending jitters down her spine again as more wetness drizzled out from her pussy. She felt the dainty fingers, the soft palms, the weak hands, *Purav?*, she thought, wondering as she felt the hand roaming all over her vulva, spreading the thick creamy liquid all over it, massaging it in thoroughly.

Purav had a mission to do, and he had gotten to work immediately, his fingers brushing against his mother's sensitive flesh as he wiped away the remnants of the shaving cream. His breath hitched, a flush creeping up his neck as he realised how close he was to her exposed pussy. He took the bottle of lotion and squeezed enough on his mother's vulva. His hands, clumsy and unsteady, shook with fear as he brought it close. This was the first vulva he had ever touched in his life, and that too his own mother's, who lay bound in an exposed position. He managed to bring his hand in contact with his mother's pussy and started spreading and rubbing the lotion on her bare soft skin now. He spread it all over her pubic mound, and then moisturised her inner thighs, and then spread some near her vaginal entrance, and rubbed it all over her vulva, including her pussy lips. He felt an orgasm building up in his straining little penis, and as the moisturisation got completed, he removed his hand right away, not wanting to cum and spoil his mother's panties that he was wearing underneath.

As the shaving was complete, Punita relaxed, letting out a deep sigh of relief that it was finally over. She felt her bladder was full and needed to pee, remembering the glass of water she had drunk earlier. It would be nice to get out of the chair for a moment and see herself down there, she thought, as she asked Balraam, "Ummm...I...I need to use the washroom, could you please let me out of this chair?"

"You want to pee?" Balraam enquired looking at Punita behind the curtain, as she nodded. "That's great; we had to take a sample of your pee for urine examination just to make sure everything is fine. Unfortunately, letting you out of this chair and back again is going to be quite a hassle; it took us a long time earlier, too, considering the minor adjustments we have to make. Plus, we are already running short on time as the doctor has another appointment after you", he said as he explained the problem.

"Tell you what ma'am, this chair can be easily unhinged and will rotate forward. This way, your torso will remain upright while your legs are in the stirrups, similar to a seated position. You can comfortably pass urine in this position, which will save us time," he said as he quickly moved to the head of the examination couch and began unhinging the seat. "Purav, could you please grab that urine pot and the small plastic container for the sample from the desk?" he instructed Purav, who promptly followed his orders.

Punita was disappointed that her plan to get out of the chair hadn't worked. And now she would have to pee in a pot strapped like this? What in the world was happening here? Before she could object, Balraam turned the seat forward. "Whoa!" Punita exclaimed as she felt her entire body pivot forward along with the seat. The strap around her chest, arms, and legs held her body in place as she turned in a sitting position alongside the chair. It was as if she was sitting in mid-air, like in an air chair-squat position, with her back against the cushioned seat and her legs in the stirrups, mimicking a seated position. Thanks to the straps, she was secured to the seat and didn't feel any risk of falling.

As she was turned forward, she came face to face with Purav, who was standing there holding a urine pot and the sample collection container, staring at his mother's naked vulva. They made eye contact and were embarrassed, both turning red immediately and diverting their gaze.

"Ma'am, there's something wrong with the hinge. It's not locking in this position. For now, I'll have to hold the seat like this. Son, please keep the urine pot on the floor so your mother can use it. Now listen carefully: once she starts urinating, you need to hold the sample collection container directly under her stream midway, and once it's a quarter full, remove it. Got it? Please ensure it's positioned midway in the stream, not at the beginning or the end, and then take it away before it fills up too quickly," he instructed Purav.

"What?" Purav and Punita both exclaimed at Balraam's suggestion.

"Sorry, but I need to keep this seat in position, so Purav must collect the sample. Don't worry; it will be over in just a few seconds. Please hurry now, as I can't hold this for much longer."

Purav and Punita both looked at each other again, beyond humiliated now. Punita had to pee in front of her son, and he had to collect a sample of her pee. It was the most intimate act a son could do for his mother, and them being in such a position was not something even remotely in their minds. But such was life; they were in a position where this was unavoidable and just had to be done.

Turning red, they both diverted their gaze as Purav sat on the stool in front of his mother, his face in line with his mother's clean-shaven vulva now. He kept the urine pot on the floor so the stream could go directly in it and held the sample collection container in his hands. His eyes fixated on his mother's pussy, the first pussy he had ever seen in his life, feeling admiration as well as envy towards it. He, too, wanted a pussy like hers, not an ugly little male penis.

Punita could not hold on any longer, her bladder full to the point of bursting. No matter how much she wanted to avoid this, she wasn't able to, as she had to go. Without saying a word, both of them just committed to completing the task at hand. Punita let out a strong, powerful stream of light golden urine, which hit the plastic urine pot at the bottom, capturing all her pee.

After three seconds of the stream starting, Purav held the cup between the stream of golden pee. The cup filled quickly and started overflowing over his hands, his hands getting covered in his own mother's warm pee. Humiliated, Purav pulled his hand out and covered the cup with the lid as his mother's urine stream again hit the plastic urine pot, creating a splashing sound heard by everyone in the room. "Ahhhh", Punita let out a sigh of comfort, finally being able to relieve herself as her stream slowly dwindled and the sound of splashing diminished.

Once it was over, Balraam spoke, "Okay, all done, I hope?" he asked.

"Y... Yes... yes," Punita spoke, too humiliated to care now.

Balraam switched her back up, rotating the swivel of the examination chair back so that she was lying in it with her legs raised in the air on the stirrups. He locked the chair in position and came forward.

"You didn't use gloves? Son, there were gloves right there!" he said, laughing as he saw Purav holding his mother's golden piss in a small plastic container, his hand dripping with her warm pee. "You let your own mother piss on your hands!" he couldn't stop smirking as he commented, surprised mostly, as Punita and Purav both blushed in deep embarrassment.

"Never mind, just keep this container in that plastic tray; we'll send it to the lab for testing; you can wash your hands over the sink there", he replied as he grabbed a tissue and wiped Punita's pussy with it, clearing any leftovers of the pee.

Punita felt the tissue rubbing against her vulva and Balraam's strong hands again, but they were not just wiping it. They were rubbing against her clit through the tissue, creating more arousal and wetness between her legs. "Okaaaayyyy then, that's done; it's okay, Balraam", she said, wanting to have Balraam stop before she had an orgasm in front of everyone. He withdrew his hands, threw the tissue in the dustbin, and washed his hands afterwards.

"You have such a wonderful son, ma'am. He carried out the task at hand perfectly and professionally. You must be very proud of him," he added, addressing Punita while patting Purav on the back. "I'm sure this was a meaningful bonding experience for you and your son. It's a normal bodily function, so please don't stress too much. We will provide you with the results of the tests in 1-2 days and inform you if there are any abnormalities," he added, trying to comfort them both.

"Okay, so we are now almost done with the hygiene process, ma'am. We just need to complete two final things - the douching of your vagina and an anal enema. I'll get the equipment ready, okay?", Balraam said as he gathered the equipment from the drawer.

"What? No, no, no, what is happening?" Punita blurted, still strapped into her chair. She had had enough and wanted out now.

"Ma'am, please, it's going to be okay. It is required for the examination. The doctor might have to perform some internal examinations, and as standard procedures, we need to perform these, so your areas are clean from the inside," he said, stroking her calves to calm her down.

"Yes, I understand, but I feel this is excessive, especially in front of my son," she urged, summoning all her courage.

"Oh, I understand that this is embarrassing for you, but it is important. Your son is needed to ensure everything remains professional. Otherwise, we can stop, but all we have done so far will be wasted. I recognize your anxiety, and I can give you some medicine to help calm you down. Would you like that?"

Punita realized what he said, understanding that all the humiliation she had endured until now would be wasted if she backed out now. Purav had already seen her exposed; there was no turning back. She would just have to go through the process. She sighed, disappointed, saying, "O... okay," and nodded to Balraam to give her the medicine.

Balraam stepped forward, holding a syringe filled with a clear liquid. "This will help you relax," he explained, administering the injection on her consent as he injected it into the back of her right thigh. Punita felt a warmth spread through her body almost immediately, her muscles going limp as the drug took effect, a brain-fog-type feeling engulfing her, dulling her senses and loosening her inhibitions. A smile spread her face, feeling euphoric, as Purav watched on.

"That's better," Balraam said in a soothing voice as he gathered a douching device with a thin nozzle in the front and a big squeezable bulbous head at the other end. "Now, let's clean you out", he said as he filled the bulb with some white fluid, which he said was a safe antiseptic liquid for vaginal douching and proceeded to insert the nozzle end into Punita's vagina. Her vagina was already dripping with her juices, and Balraam needn't need any lube to insert it fully with his steady hands. She let out a short moan again, "Ah!" as the thin and cold nozzle of the douche entered her vagina, and Purav looked on, standing behind Balraam.

Then Balraam instructed Punita, "When I squeeze the liquid inside, you will feel a cool sensation inside. It won't hurt or pain, just a cooling sensation. You need to squeeze your pelvic muscles as if you're holding your pee for two minutes. Once I give the instructions, you can let it all out. Now, I'm going to go to the back of the chair and swivel it down so that you can release the liquid into the urine pot below. For a thorough cleaning, we will do this process twice - first with the disinfectant liquid and the second with plain water. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Punita was now feeling the effect of the drug on her mind and was in a state of complete relaxation. She was fully aware of her surroundings and what was going on, just relaxed and not tensed anymore. She was able to put her overthinking mind to the side and just accept and enjoy the process. "Okayyy Mr. Assistant", she purred as she giggled under the influence of the drug, the nozzle of the douche still lodged in her pussy.

Not wanting to waste any seconds, Balraam pressed the bulbous head of the douche, releasing the liquid inside Punita's vagina, flooding her insides. "Ohhhhh shit!", Punita gasped, her back arching slightly as the cold liquid filled her. Punita barely had time to register what was happening as she moaned softly, the sensation both foreign and strangely pleasurable.

"Okay, all done. I'm pulling the nozzle out; please clench your pelvic muscles", he said as he pulled out the nozzle. Some liquid spilt out of her vagina as she clenched it tightly to ensure it didn't leak out. Purav witnessed the entire thing standing there, mesmerised, getting a good close-up of his mother's smooth vagina, spread open, nozzle pulling out of it as it oozed some of the white liquid just inserted inside her, dripping down to her anus, and dripping into the urine pot at the bottom on the floor. The scene reminded Purav of one of his biggest fantasies, involving watching his mother get inseminated by someone's cum, and the cum was now leaking out of her pussy, and he so badly wanted to taste a man's cum from his mother's pussy. Lust was overpowering him now, and it seemed he might just cum hands-free.

Balraam moved out of the way and moved to the back of the chair to get the position of the examination chair back in the sitting potion so that her pussy was straight above the urine pot below so all the disinfectant would fall into the pot below. "Wait, keep on holding", he said as he timed two minutes on his stopwatch.

Two minutes seemed like a very long time, and Punita was trying her hardest to hold the liquid inside, squiggling and wiggling and keeping her muscles squeezed so that she would not let it out. The drug relaxed her muscles, making it even more difficult for her to hold on to the liquid inside her.

"Okay, you can let go now," Balraam said as he monitored the stopwatch. Punita did not waste a millisecond after his command, and unable to control the pressure, let out the liquid as a power full force. A thick stream of white liquid shot out of her vagina with a powerful force, hitting the urine pot and capturing all the liquid inside itself. The liquid eventually stopped hitting the pan as Punita sighed in relief, having dispended all the liquid.

Balraam got her back into the lying down position by adjusting the chair and came forward, holding the same douche. "We will repeat this process now but with plain water", he said, as without a warning this time, he inserted the douche nozzle back into her vagina and pressed the bulb, filling her vagina with the cool water.

"Ohhhhhhh godddddd, not again!", Punita pleaded as the cool water filled the insides of her vagina deeply again, cleansing it out.

"It's okay; it will be over soon," he replied. "Hold!" he added as he removed the nozzle and moved to the back of the chair to adjust it and bring her into the sitting position.

Punita clenched her vaginal muscles, again holding the water inside her as it cleaned her pussy. These were the longest 2 minutes of her life as she wriggled and writhed, feeling the pressure in her vagina build up.

"Okay, release", Balraam spoke, watching his watch. Not waiting any longer, she released a sharp stream, not caring again where the liquid went as it shot down again in full force, hitting the urine pot, as Purav watched, mesmerised, watching his mother dispel this clear liquid from her vagina with such a force. Punita, still under the influence of the drug, watched her son, Purav, his eyes fixated on her pussy dispensing the water, his small erecting bulging in his trouser. *My son is erect watching his mother like this*, a thought popped into her mind, which was quickly replaced by the sensation of relief she felt as the last drops of the water were dispelled from her vagina.

Balraam reclined the chair and leaned forward, bringing some tissues with him and placing them in Purav's hands. "Wipe your mother clean, son," he instructed, continuing, "Vaginal douching is now complete. We need to proceed with an enema now." He pointed to the floor and retrieved an enema device with a nozzle attached by a long tube to a small tank that could hold the liquid.

Purav, still watching dumbfounded, grasped the tissues and moved forward slowly, touching his mother's bared vulva dripping with water as he wiped it clean. He could feel his mother's pussy again as he contracted his pelvic muscles, not wanting to ejaculate.

Punita felt the warm softness of the tissues as they dried her wet and dripping pussy. She didn't care who was wiping her now. She was beginning to enjoy the sensations she was feeling and wanted the cold water to dry up quickly.

Balraam adjusted the stirrups a little so that Punita's legs were higher, even further back now, exposing her anal opening. Purav had just finished wiping his mother's pussy, and his face was close to her pussy as he saw her full anal hole in its full glory. The tight, wrinkled hole, brown in colour and puckered, was fully visible between her fleshy, stretched cheeks, and he just wanted to go close to it and take a quick taste but held himself off, not wanting to cause a scene.

Balraam filled the container with water and spoke up, "Okay, so we are at the final hygiene procedure. The process will be ideally the same, with the only difference being that we will be using only water both times. I'm going to insert the nozzle into your anal cavity, and the water will start flowing in. Once it is done, you have to clench your anal muscles for two minutes, and then you can let it go on my command. You will feel the same cold sensation inside your anal area, and you might feel slight cramping in your stomach; if you do, let me know I will lower the flow of the liquid."

He dipped the tip of the nozzle into the same lubricant he had used for the thermometer earlier and spread it on Punita's asshole. The cool gel liquid rubbing non her anal hole sent another shiver down her spine as her pussy oozed its natural lubrication. *This is the last one. Just get through it...* she thought, trying to console herself.

Balraam pressed the nozzle into Punita's ass. He fully inserted it until it reached the stopper. He controlled the flow from the tank and let the cool water flow into her ass. The water flowed in, filling her bowels, as her stomach felt bloated and filled with water. The sensation was overwhelming, filling her until she thought she might burst. The coolness spread across her tummy and intestines, "Ohhhhhhh!" she let out a moan. As the liquid kept on flowing, Punita suddenly announced, "Oh! My stomach is cramping". Balraam started massaging her stomach lightly using his bare hands as he decreased the flow of the liquid. "Only 3/4th left, just a little more, you can do this, ma'am," he said as he motivated Punita.

Once the entire tank was empty, two full litres of water were inside Punita's ass, Balraam repeated, "Please Hold!" as he took the nozzle out and went back to swivel the chair downwards so Punita's ass-hole was above the urinary pot on the floor. "Wait! Hold on!" he said as he checked his stopwatch for 2 minutes. Punita struggled, trying to clench her ass muscles as tightly as she could, not wanting to eject out the water before the time. Some drops and short bursts did leak, but overall, the entire flow was held down. She closed her eyes and just focussed on her breath, not wanting to look at Purav, who seemed to be staring at her holes, lost in them.

"Okay, let go!" Balraam said, and Punita let out a big powerful stream of water, mostly clear with some tiny particles of brown poop, into the pot below. "Argh!" she moaned as the flow pushed open her ass muscles, ejecting out at force. The rush of relief was accompanied by a wave of shame--and, to her surprise, a flicker of pleasure. The flow stopped. But she felt there was more, which was not ejecting. She tried pushing out, but nothing came out. Balraam, thinking that she was done, swivelled the chair back up so her asshole was pointing forward towards Purav. "No, wait, there's m..." Punita shouted, wanting to go back in that position, but she couldn't finish what she was saying as she lost control of her muscles and shot out another long stream of water from her ass, ejecting it straight all over Purav, who was standing right in front as he stumbled back, drenched and horrified.

Purav didn't realise what had just happened. He was covered in water dispelled from his mother's ass and standing there drenched in it. His hair was dripping, and his clothes were drenched. And to make matters worse, this didn't help the case of his straining little erection, which, as soon as the liquid landed on him, also ejaculated. "Ahhhhh", he had moaned in pleasure as his little penis twitched and came inside his mother's panties. Some of the liquid from his mother's ass landed in his mouth, too, which he spat immediately.

Balraam came forward quickly, and seeing the aftermath of what had just happened made him smile as if he were trying to hold back his laughter. "Oh no, what did you do?" he asked, looking at Purav, who stood there drenched after being sprayed in the face with water from his own mother's rear. Punita also realized how shameful this must be for him and apologized, "Sorry *beta*," she said, feeling guilty and ashamed of herself. She didn't even know how to apologize, as the scenario felt like something out of a horrible dream.

Purav wiped his eyes clean as Balraam handed him a towel to wipe himself clean. His shirt was completely drenched now, and he didn't have anything spare. He just shook his head, addressing his mom, "It's okay, mummy, it wasn't your fault". Punita, still embarrassed, closed her eyes, trying to avoid witnessing this and escape further embarrassment.

Suddenly Dr. Vikas entered the room again, hearing all the noises, "Where have we reached with the hygiene?" he asked as he stopped to see a drenched Purav standing in front of Punita, whose bare pussy and ass were on display, asshole still dripping with water, as Balraam stood chuckling.

"We had a mishap, Doctor," Balraam replied, trying to compose himself as he looked at Dr. Vikas, who had just entered.

"Oh... What happened?" Dr. Vikas inquired.

Balraam explained, "Well... we were administering the bowel cleansing procedure via an enema for Mrs. Rundee. Unfortunately, when she was emptying it, it wasn't completely emptied, and some of the water sprayed onto Purav here."

The doctor chuckled, clearly amused by the situation. He looked at Purav and said, "Looks like you'll need to strip after all," gesturing toward Purav's soaked clothes.

"N-no, it's fine--the clothes will dry out soon," Purav replied, frozen, panic surging through him as he didn't want to reveal himself as a sissy.

"Nonsense. It's cold in here, and it's also very unhygienic. You'll catch a cold or get sick; it's better to remove your clothes and put on a robe like your mother's," Dr. Vikas added as he ushered Balraam to hand Purav one.

Purav took it from Balraam but remained still, surveying the room and pondering how he might find an escape.

"Are we finished with hygiene, Balraam?" Dr. Vikas asked, inquiring about the status while disregarding Purav.

Balraam answered, "Sir, we were almost finished. We just needed to administer one more round of enema for Mrs. Rundee here. One has already been given."

"Hmm, okay. Why don't you proceed with the last round, then? I'll wait for it to finish so we can start the examination," Dr. Vikas said to Balraam. Looking at Purav, he continued, "What are you waiting for, son? Go ahead and start changing!"

Purav hesitated, his mind racing. He wanted to refuse, to flee the room and never look back, but he realized that wasn't an option. He glanced around anxiously, struggling to devise an escape plan.

Balraam, in the meantime, filled the enema bucket with water again and lubed the nozzle and started rubbing it on Punita's asshole again, preparing it for its re-entry. He pushed it into her sphincter and started the flow as the water started filling in again. The cold water cooled her intestines and filled her stomach as Punita moaned, "Ohhhhh Goddddd!". *This is the last one...it'll be over soon. Remember to let it all out this time...*, she thought to herself, consoling herself and not wanting to have a repeat of the same incident this time.

Balraam took the nozzle out of her ass as he told her to "clench" and hold, which she did. He went back to the chair and swivelled it down so she was back in the sitting position with her ass hole directly above the urinary pot below. She was trying hard to clench her muscles, but drops of water were still slipping out her asshole into the tray as she waited for the command to release from Balraam.

Dr. Vikas looked on, amused by Punita. "Purav, you need to understand that you must remove your clothes; otherwise, you'll fall sick. We cannot risk any contagious germs in our examination room. So please change, RIGHT NOW." He ordered in a commanding tone, brooking no argument, which shocked both Punita and Purav. They were still trying to avoid looking at each other because of what had just happened.

Sacred now, with trembling hands, Purav began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his mother's lacy bra beneath. He then pulled down his tight jeans, revealing him wearing his mother's lacy thong panties with a wet patch in the front where he came earlier. He was standing fully nude except for his mother's bra and panties, which he had stolen and worn earlier, which were obviously loose on his skinny body. He quickly grabbed the robe, trying to wear it on top so no one would notice, but all eyes were on him.

Punita gasped, her drug-addled mind struggling to comprehend what she was witnessing. Her eyes widened in shock, and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. "Purav...? What is this?!"

Dr. Vikas looked on, chuckling and amused.

Suddenly Balraam ordered from behind, "Release!" and Punita couldn't hold on any longer as she released the water from her bowels, her eyes shut, giving Purav enough time to quickly put on the thin robe similar to what his mother was wearing. A strong, pressured flow of water released from her butt hole into the pot below as she moaned, "Ahhhhh!" feeling the relief of letting it out. "Wait, there's more," she shouted at Balraam, not wanting to repeat the same mishappening again, as she let out another flow in a few seconds, emptying her bowels and making them squeaky clean. Panting, as if she had just finished a marathon, she told Balraam she was done before opening her eyes and returning to Purav, who was now dressed and standing in a robe similar to what his mother had worn. But the tight robe clearly showed the outline of the loose-fitting bra and panties he wore underneath.

Now that Punita's enema and hygiene process was complete, all eyes in the room turned to Purav. Balram still didn't let her chair swivel back and kept her in a sitting position. Purav looked down in embarrassment, wondering why Balram wasn't allowing her to swivel back so she could avoid looking at him.

"Purav, you can't wear the robe on your undergarments! You have to take them off. You just witnessed how your mother did that. Come on now, let's be hasty and not waste time. Off with your lingerie!" Dr. Vikas added, smirking at Purav's humiliation and ordering him to take off his mother's lingerie that he was wearing.

Purav, having been already exposed and humiliated, turned beet red in the face, his hands trembling, as he looked down, trying to avoid the gaze of his shocked mother fixated on him. He removed the robe again and unclasped his mother's bra, revealing his little puffy nipples on his flat chest. He then proceeded to slide down his mother's lacy thongs over his smooth legs, in which he had just cum, showing his now limp little penis at just two inches. He quickly covered himself with the robe, trying to avoid further exposure.

"Purav, what is happening? Why are you... why are you wearing... that? Is... Is that... MINE?" Punita asked, her tone growing slightly angry. She knew it was her lingerie, but she needed to confirm.

Purav just stood there, scared. He wanted to run out; he was just exposed in front of everyone as a sissy. The robe was too tight on him and barely covered his bottom, and his smooth feminine legs were visible. His nipples, now getting erect, were poking through its thin material, and his little penis, still soft and limp, was drawing its outline along the robe. He felt bare and vulnerable before them, realising what his mother might have felt like. He just hung his head in shame, not knowing what to do, shivering from the embarrassment and being exposed.

The doctor smiled--a slow, deliberate curl of his lips as he came to Purav's rescue. "It's alright, Mrs. Rundee. Your son has certain... **inclinations**. It is very common and accepted nowadays; many people feel trapped in the wrong body. When I first saw your little boy, I had my doubts. Plus, as you explained your husband's genetics, I figured Purav might be experiencing similar things. Please don't be upset; it is natural, and after we finish your treatment, I'll ensure Purav gets the help he needs," he answered Punita on Purav's behalf.

Punita blinked, too dazed to protest as she gazed at her son, her heart torn between anger and pity. Yet beneath it all was a flicker of curiosity and fascination. She had always sensed there was something different about Purav, but she had never dared to confront it. Now, seeing him standing there in her lingerie, she felt a strange sense of connection, as if she finally understood him. Fortunately, the drug provided by Balraam had its effects on her, so she felt more relaxed and trusted the doctor to provide her son with the best treatment.

Purav let out a long sigh, relieved by the doctor's response. His face remained flushed, and he still felt humiliated, but he felt some relief that his mother was accepting his truth.

Just then, Balraam adjusted the swivel seat, returned Punita to a lying-down position, and used a tissue to clean her private areas. Purav felt relieved that his mother couldn't see him again now. He was scared and still shaking, but also relieved. He thanked the doctor, mouthing the words, as Dr. Vikas gave him a wicked smile, indicating he had more plans for him.

Balram, in the meantime, removed the urine pot on the floor, now filled to the brim with discarded water and fluids, and dumped its contents into the WC and cleaned it before returning and setting up the doctor's instruments on a table and putting a stool between Punita's legs, still tied to the stirrups so that the doctor could examine her.

"Now that the hygiene is complete and we are all a happy family, let's proceed with your examination, Mrs. Rundee," Dr. Vikas added.

Chapter 3: Truths about Punita's sexual past are unveiled.

Punita was still lying on the examination chair, her legs up in the air and locked in the stirrups, her hands strapped to the sides, as her vulva and anal-hole were clearly visible to the three men - no, 2 men and one sissy: her own son - about whom she learnt just a few moments ago. The drug given earlier by Balraam, the assistant, was still in effect, playing with her mind, but not so much that she forgot where she was and the situation she was in. She had already been degraded and used and humiliated so much that backing out now wasn't an option anymore. She just wanted to be treated and get it done.

Dr. Vikas adjusted the overhead spotlight, its harsh glare illuminating her trembling form as he gathered his equipment and moved towards Punita's head. "Okay, Mrs Rundee, we will now start your examination. I will first start with checking the cavities for any abnormalities. We will start with your mouth." *Mouth? Isn't that supposed to be something a dentist would cover?* Punita thought to herself, but, already exhausted, didn't object. Dr. Vikas brought his ungloved, hairy hands near her soft, trembling lips, as he opened her jaw with his two fingers and inserted them into her mouth. Punita tried to resist by clamping her jaw tight, and wanted to tell him to wear gloves at least, but before she could say anything, Dr. Vikas' finger had already pushed past her lips and entered her mouth, compressing her tongue tight under them so she couldn't speak. His torch illuminated the insides of her throat as he stretched her mouth open by further inserting his fingers deep into her throat. "Say Aaaaaaah", he replied as he pushed his fingers in deeper, right into her throat, past her uvula. "Hmm, interesting. It's like you have almost no gag reflex in your mouth, Mrs. Rundee. Even after putting my fingers in deep, you seem not to gag at all!" he replied in amusement, as Punita's eyes grew wide in disbelief. "I'll need to examine this further, Balraam, please, pass me the Depth Gauge", the doctor motioned to his assistant.

Balraam handed a long, solid, cylindrical tube-like structure with blunt, rounded ends. It had measurements written in inches across its length. Without a warning, Dr. Vikas removed his fingers from Punita's mouth and replaced them with the gauge. He slowly inserted the gauge into the depths of her mouth and throat. 2 inches, 4 inches, 6 inches and further on. "Wow, we are at 12 inches and still no gag reflex. No pushback from your throat at all, Mrs. Rundee. Seems like you're quite used to big cylindrical objects entering your mouth?" He added with a big smirk on his face as he kept on inserting it further. Punita's mouth was open, accepting the cold metal object as it touched the insides of her throat. Finally, at 14 inches, she convulsed, her throat gagged and rejected the device, pushing it out. "14 inches. My goodness. What are you practising on Mrs. Rundee to have your gag reflexes pushed so deep down?" The doctor enquired again, as Punita's face burned with embarrassment, and she chose not to answer.

"Balraam, pass me the tubular camera, let me get take a closer look, I think I see something here," he said to Balraam, who then handed him another long, cylindrical metallic object with a circular light and lens on the front and connected to a monitor via a cord. "This will help me take some internal pictures for further study, Mrs. Rundee", he said as he inserted the metal deep into her mouth again, with ease.

Punita's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She had never seen anything like it before, and the idea of having it inside her mouth both terrified and excited her. The doctor positioned himself near her head, spreading her mouth open with his bare hands wider as he inserted it into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat.

The metal tubular camera felt cold in her mouth, and its light spilt into her throat, illuminating it as the camera captured the deep insides of her throat, showing them with clarity on the screen. "There it is," the doctor replied as he pressed some buttons, capturing the image of deep red spots on the back of her throat. There must be around 500-1000 spots. "I must say, I've seen these on many patients right after they have had trauma on their throat, especially from oral sex, but never as many abrasions as I'm seeing in your throat. Are you sure you haven't done things when your husband was out of town, as it is tough to explain these?" He replied, smirking casually as Punita's face burned in further shame. Wanting to stick to her story before, she shook her head no, still denying any possibility of an affair.

"Okay, Mrs. Rundee, as you say," he replied casually as he continued clicking pictures of the abrasions on her throat. "Do you have any sore throat or swallowing difficulties?" He enquired, being as professional as ever. Punita, still unable to speak due to the tubular camera lodged in her throat, nodded her head, confirming the soreness in her throat. Dr. Vikas ushered Balraam, his assistant, to note it down as he pulled the camera out.

Punita let in a deep breath and closed her mouth after having it open for about 15 minutes now. Her jaw muscles ached as she moved her lower jaw around and opened and closed it again, trying to soothe them.

Purav, still shocked from the humiliation he experienced being exposed at wearing his own mother's lingerie in front of her and being revealed as a sissy to her, was now beginning to get turned on again. Still wearing only a medical robe similar to his mother's and standing at the foot of the examination table with his mother's genitals fully exposed in front of him, as he saw the doctor assault her mouth and throat. He was sure he saw his mother's pussy ooze some more wetness from her pussy as the thick creamy white liquid seeped down to her anus. Seeing his mother get turned on was turning him on also, as his little penis started getting erect again at 3 inches in the flimsy robe.

"Now," the doctor continued, his voice smooth but laced with an edge of authority, "let's move on to your breasts, Mrs. Rundee. I suspect there may be some underlying issues causing the soreness in your nipples." He stood up, gesturing to Balram, who moved near the head of the still-bound Punita. He unclasped her robe from the front, his fingers brushing against her erect nipples as he slid it aside to reveal Punita's full breasts. The robe was scrunched down over her stomach, exposing her naked body again. *Oh no! Not again!*, Punita wondered, feeling utterly exposed as her full 36D cup breasts went on display again under the doctor's scrutinising gaze, her nipples already taut and sensitive from the cold air and the intensity of the situation.

Purav shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his heart pounding as he watched his mother lie back, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. No matter how many times Purav saw his mother's breasts, he was still jealous of their beauty. They were so beautifully heavy and fair and bouncy, indicating their softness. Even her breath sent ripples through them, making them jiggle. Her nipples were the perfect cylindrical shape with light brown areolas and thick dark nipples which stood fully erect like tiny erasers at the end of a pencil. He could see even Dr. Vikas and Balraam staring at them, lost and marvelling at their beauty. He craved a set like his mother's so men could leer at him, too, and want him just like they craved his mother.

The doctor pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently at first, then increasing the pressure. Punita gasped, a sharp intake of breath that morphed into a soft moan as a jolt of pleasure shot through her breasts. *Oh God!*, she thought, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "Ahhh, Doctor! It hurts!" She moaned as she withered in pain but also enjoyed it, feeling her pulse in her nipples.

The doctor chuckled, his eyes flicking to Purav, who had moved closer to look at his mother's breasts being played with, his expression in awe. "Are you sure that ONLY hurts, Mrs. Rundee?" he asked, though it was clear from her reaction that it didn't. She shook her head, her eyes shut, trying to process the multiple feelings cruising through her mind and body, unable to trust her voice, as the doctor smiled knowingly.

Slowly, Dr. Vikas let go of her nipples and started pressing over them in a circular motion, followed by around her breasts, under them, on her upper chest and her armpits. "I'm screening for any blockages and signs of lumps for breast cancer, Mrs. Rundee", he replied as he continued probing and feeling her breasts fully, pressing them hard. Punita had gotten a breast exam before, and this was nothing compared to the previous ones she had had. The doctor was actually fondling, squeezing her tits at multiple points along her breasts, and she could feel the pain pulsing through her nipples, which got even more engorged now, and her pussy oozed out more wetness, as she felt her body turn hot again.

"Okay, while I didn't find any lumps here, I do think there are some blockages in your milk ducts. This might be the reason for the soreness in your nipples and around your breasts," he replied.

"But, but... how can there be blockages in my milk ducts, doctor?" Punita enquired, becoming curious now, as it had been decades since she stopped breastfeeding.

"Well, yes, while for a normal woman the milk ducts will stop producing milk once they stop breastfeeding, however, if there is a lot of...'activity' on the nipples, like sucking, especially for a woman of high sexual caliber like you, the milk ducts can become active again, and start to lactate again. However, the absence of a regular mechanism for milk extraction, combined with the body's awareness that it is not breastfeeding a baby due to the lack of pregnancy, results in the pores on the nipples remaining closed. This causes the milk to become trapped in the ducts over time. Let me check and clear them out before I explain further," he replied in a strict professional and medical tone, but the smirk still running end to end across his face.

From a nearby cabinet, Balraam retrieved two small coin-sized silicon suction cups connected to a hand pump. "These will help us clear any blockages in your milk ducts, if there are any," Dr. Vikas explained, though his tone suggested there was more to it than a mere medical necessity. He attached the cups to Punita's nipples, the cool silicone over her heated sore nipples, sending another shiver through her body again.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to pump, the suction pulling at the tender flesh around her nipples. Punita whimpered, her back arching off the table as the sensation intensified. Her nipples swelled within the cups, the pulling sensation building up until it was almost unbearable. And then, just as she thought she couldn't take any more, a thick stream of milk erupted from each nipple, as if cum shooting out of a penis, getting pulled into the suction pump. "Ohhhhhhh", she moaned in ecstasy as if having an orgasm at the relief and pain she felt in her nipples, sending waves through her body.

The doctor let out a low whistle, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he continued pumping, and Punita's nipples kept on ejecting, until almost half the pump was filled, indicating around 100ml of milk.

"Well, well," he murmured, "It seems you had quite a bit of milk stored up, Mrs. Rundee. I wasn't expecting this!" He glanced at Purav, who was staring transfixed at his mother's leaking breasts. "Looks like someone's been keeping those glands very active."

Punita blushed furiously, her mind racing. *How could this be happening?* she thought, mortified yet oddly aroused by the revelation. The doctor removed the suction cups, as Balraam, who seemed amused as well, wiped away the excess milk with a cloth from her leaking nipples, ever so professionally. However, she could not deny that after the momentarily initial pain from the device's sucking, she felt more relief than ever in her nipples and breasts, and they seemed much lighter and relaxed. For the first time in months, she felt relief and no pain or tenderness in her nipples. Whatever this doctor was doing, he definitely knew his stuff, she wondered, not wanting to say it out loud and boost his ego. It was this moment, when she realised that all the humiliation was worth it, the relief was worth it all.

"So, due to some excessive sucking action on your breasts and nipples, they started producing milk again. But without a constant and enough action, they were not able to pump the milk out, causing the blockage there, which resulted in the soreness and the pain," he said matter-of-factly.

"Please know that your milk glands have gotten very active now and will keep on producing milk for some time. You'll need regular treatments to clear out the milk deposits fully. Either this or have your 'partner' suck on them for at least two hours each day, which I don't think is valid since you are 'loyal' to your husband, isn't that right, Mrs. Rundee?" The doctor spoke sarcastically as he stared at her horrified face. Without awaiting a reply, he addressed Balraam, "Balraam, please schedule weekly visits with Mrs. Rundee for her milk duct clearing." Dr. Vikas paused, his gaze lingering on Punita's flushed face. "And don't worry--I'll make sure you enjoy every minute of it, just like today..." he continued, grinning.

"But now the main question, do you still not want to admit the root cause of this, Mrs. RUNDEE?" He asked, emphasising her last name again, feeling confident that she would finally admit to the affairs that had been causing this.

Punita, still adamant on not revealing the truth, shook her head, "I don't know the root cause, doctor, that is for you to tell me, I..I..don't know myself", she exclaimed, looking around to see Purav watching, eyes transfixed at her. She then looked around the room, and saw erections of everyone around, from big thick ones sported by Balram and Dr. Vikas under their tight pants, to a tiny one by her son, under the flimsy robe. She now understood better what the doctor meant by her son being a sissy and different, and she felt happy that he could get some help too, as her faith in the doctor grew. However, at the same time, she felt more arousal run through her body as she saw the manly cocks around her, getting hard due to her body and her predicament, with the men watching her, as she imagined pleasing them both, her vagina getting more wet at the thought.

Punita was suddenly brought out of her chain of thoughts as the doctor moved towards her legs, "As you say, Mrs. Rundee. Now we will move to examine your vulva," he replied. The doctor and Balram were both now on the other end. Purav was the only one standing next to her, his erection persistent, and his eyes ogling her breasts and the drops of milk still leaking from her nipples, flowing down her smooth skin.

The room was thick with anticipation, the air heavy with the scent of arousal and humiliation. Punita lay on the examination table, her legs spread wide open, her body glistening under the harsh spotlight. Although she couldn't see with the curtain drawn between Punita and Purav and the Doctor and Balram, she could feel the doctor looming between her legs, as she felt his breath on her clit as he examined her sex.

Although the curtain was flimsy and not idolatrous in nature, it did create some distinction and gave Punita a moment alone with her son. "Purav, beta, tell me, do you feel like a girl? Be honest to your mother, please," she whispered inquisitively to Purav, now wanting to talk to him, to distract herself from the fact that her vulva was on full display to the two masculine men.

Purav, shocked to see his mother bring up the topic, but having no one to save him this time, he nodded, confirming his feminine desires to his mother. For the first time, he felt close to his mother, owning and accepting his truth.

The doctor spread her legs wider, adjusting the stirrups as she felt more exposed and vulnerable. "Now, Punita," the doctor began, interrupting the conversation between Purav and Punita, his voice low and smooth. "This might feel a bit uncomfortable at first, but I need you to relax for me," he replied as he slid a speculum inside her vagina, the cold metal making her flinch. "Ohhhh!" She exclaimed suddenly, her eyes closed, her breath hitched as she felt the cold metal of the speculum entering her sex. The doctor's hands were steady, clinical, but his eyes gleamed with something more--something predatory. She tried to focus on the ceiling above her, the bright light casting harsh shadows, but her attention kept drifting back to Purav, who stood awkwardly in the corner. His face was flushed, his small cock straining against the fabric of the robe.

She gasped, her body tensing involuntarily. "That's it," he murmured, his tone almost soothing. "Just breathe through it," he said as he expanded the speculum, stretching her vagina open until it was pushed to its limits, with a gaping hole showing her insides clearly.

"There is a big amount of looseness to your vagina, Mrs. Rundee. I have never seen a speculum stretch it so much, with still further room to open it wider. It seems we have reached our limits with this device, but your vagina is capable of much more," he replied from between her legs as she felt the cool air entering inside her body through her nether hole.

Punita closed her eyes, trying to block out the humiliation in front of her sissy son. Purav, seeing this as a never-to-miss opportunity, his eyes ogling at the container filled with his mother's milk extracted from her breasts, grabbed it quickly and took a sip, wanting to taste his own mother's breast milk. It tasted milky, but different, like naturally sweet, and he imagined it full of feminising oestrogens that would give him breasts just like his mother's as he took sip after sip quickly. He suddenly stopped when he saw Balraam staring at him from the side of the curtain, smiling with a huge grin and amusement on his face. Embarrassed, Purav kept the cup down, now half empty and wiped his mouth clean and looked away. Thankfully for Purav, Punita's eyes were still closed.

"We will be inserting a camera inside for a better look, along with an ultrasound of your uterus, Mrs. Rundee", he replied casually, as he took the same cylindrical, slender device shaped like a dildo, earlier inserted inside her mouth, and started inserting it inside her already stretched vagina. "Relax, Mrs. Rundee, we know this is nothing compared to what all your vagina has already taken, so it won't be any trouble at all," he said condescendingly, burning Punita's face in shame even more.

With practised ease, he guided the device into her, the extraordinary intrusion eliciting a gasp from Punita as her body instinctively tightened around it. But as he pushed deeper, she felt something else--a familiar pleasure that made her toes curl.

The doctor activated the ultrasound, and the monitor kept beside the table flickered to life with grainy images of Punita's insides. The screen lit up immediately, as the camera entered her body, shining its light inside her, projecting an image of her cervix onto the nearby screen, and she couldn't help but look. Her own body looked foreign, alien, under the bright light of the camera. The doctor leaned closer, examining the screen intently. Purav also leaned forward, his fascination overcoming his embarrassment as he stared at the screen. His mother's most intimate parts were on display, and he couldn't look away. He stepped closer to the monitor, his eyes glued to the screen as the doctor moved the camera around. He could see everything--the way her muscles contracted, the way her wetness glistened under the light. It was both horrifying and intoxicating.

"Interesting," Dr. Vikas said, his voice taking on a sharper edge. He moved the device around inside her vagina roughly, stretching her gaping hole as he pushed it at different angles to get more details, marking the signs on the ultrasound images he captured. "Your cervix also shows signs of... _significant_ trauma. Bruising and abrasions, " the doctor remarked again as he drew the curtain separating him from Punita open, so he could address her directly, and make her feel more exposed.

The doctor didn't stop and kept on manipulating the device inside her, playing with her cervix, touching regions inside her vagina that had never been explored and make her feel the pleasure she never knew she could feel..."No, Oh Dearrrrr! Stop! Noooo, Do...Don't Stoppppp! Ohhhh! Ahhhhhhh!", she moaned, her body tensing and heating up as an orgasm built up inside her.

"Now, there is no denying that you've been engaging in some very rough intercourse recently." He turned to her, his gaze piercingly judging her. "Are you sure there's nothing you'd like to tell me, Mrs. Rundee? Without the accurate information, I'm afraid we will have to stop the examination here as we won't be able to treat you properly."

Her heart raced, her cheeks burning with shame. She opened her mouth to deny it, to defend herself, but the words caught in her throat. She wanted the treatment, she really did, now more than ever. Even more than the treatment, she wanted to cum, the device rotating inside her, touching her deep insides, which had never been explored, not in this way.

Purav was watching her, his eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and heat, watching his mother writhing in pleasure, driven close to an orgasm, feeling things she shouldn't be in front of her son--it was so taboo--something that made Punita's stomach twist and Purav's little cock pulse.

The doctor, enjoying the feeling of power he had over her, kept on manipulating the device inside her private entrances, as Punita moaned, her toes curled, her body shivered, her eyes rolled up into her head, as she felt a wave after wave of tensions and relaxation spread through her body, her mind lost in the cosmic universe, as she edged close, nearly experiencing an explosive orgasm, when suddenly he stopped. The doctor stopped and withdrew the device from her vagina swiftly, keeping her on the edge, making her want more. "Noooo please, don't stop...." she whispered weakly, disappointed, her body aching for its release, her vagina burning with desire, and her eyes tearing up. She was just on the edge, the cliff to a feeling so out-of-this-body, one of the best orgasms of her life and suddenly that feeling withdrew without completing its intended mission. She felt distraught, upset and craving that feeling, like an addict.

"Well, you can be honest with me and we won't have to stop there, Mrs. Rundee", the doctor replied as he cleaned the tubular camera of the wet, thick juices from Punita's pussy, and handed it to Balraam for safekeeping.

She couldn't lie, not here, not now; she wanted the treatment, and even more than that, she wanted to cum. She didn't care about anything now, not about Purav, not about the humiliation and not about any emotional damage to her son; she just wanted to orgasm. So many factors were spinning around in her still drug-affected rational mind; disappointment of not being able to orgasm, wanting the treatment to continue, having no other choice from the doctor, and remembering the honesty her son just showed to her; she knew she couldn't hide her own truth for very long now. And so she did open up.

"I... I have had affairs," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite understand the murmur there, Mrs. Rundee. Would you please speak up?" The doctor replied, looking at her intently, the never-fading smirk adorning his face showing his enjoyment. She paused, swallowing hard. All eyes were on her now, Balraam, Dr. Vikas, and her sissy son, Purav, all staring her intently. Despite being already exposed physically, Punita was now going to be exposed mentally too, revealing her deepest, darkest secret. "I've been with other men!" she exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes, as she finally let out the truth in front of her son and two strangers. "My husband... he can't satisfy me. He doesn't understand what I need! There, now you know, now everyone knows!" she continued as the emotions poured through her and she wailed loudly.

Purav, seeing her mother cry, tried comforting her, as did Dr. Vikas. "I'm glad you admitted the truth, Mrs. Rundee, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. You would be surprised to know how many women are unsatisfied with their husbands and resort to affairs with more 'able' men! You're not the only one, and believe us, your secret is safe with us. Isn't that right, little boy?" He said, winking at Purav, who nodded, stroking his mother's head, trying to calm her down. "This information only matters medically to help us understand the symptoms we have observed and give you the best treatment. It is not in anyway forming judgement about you or your character Mrs. Rundee, so please relax," Dr. Vikas's added as he continued, "Balram, I hope you are writing these details?" he said looking at his assistant who nodded, as the doctor addressed Punita again, "Now, Mrs. Rundee, please explain to me, who are these men you have had intercourse with?"

"I...I... don't know, random men, anyone I can find, really. My...my...lust takes over my body. I can't help it at times...it can be anyone, the milkman, the plumber, our gardener, our neighbours, the rickshaw driver, the construction workers, my husband's friends, even sometimes my son's friends...they're rough, wild... they make me **feel** things my husband never could."

The room fell silent, the weight of her confession hanging heavy in the air. Purav's jaw dropped, his minuscule cock twitching painfully. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His mother, always so proper, so reserved, was a nymphomaniac? The thought sent a jolt of jealousy coursing through him. He wanted to be like her, to have her body, her freedom. He wanted to feel what she felt. All his fantasies of being a sissy and cuckold were suddenly coming true. He couldn't believe his friends had even gone so far as to have their way with his mother! That explained the snickers and the back-talking behind his back! So much was becoming clearer to him now!

The doctor smirked, clearly enjoying the revelation. "I see," he said, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. "Well, Rundee, it seems we have a lot more work to do than I initially thought. But don't worry--I'll take good care of you. Were these encounters always with...you know...a protection?" He adjusted the speculum, pushing the ultrasonic device deeper inside her again without a warning and manipulated it, moving it slowly and deliberately inside Punita, as she let out a soft moan, her body betraying her despite her humiliation.

Punita, feeling the pleasure inside her body drive up again, shook her head, confirming a "No", that they were not always with a condom, as more tears slipped down her face, due to the humiliation of telling the truth. Despite feeling humiliated and upset, the way the doctor was working the device on her cervix was sending waves of pleasure through her body, which she had never experienced before, drowning out the noise around her and in her mind, focusing only on the device inside her vagina.

She found herself losing control. Her hips began to rock of their own accord, chasing the sensations that coursed through her body. "Oh God....Oh Nooooo, Oh Goddddd noooooo!" Her moans grew louder, filling the room as she teetered on the edge of climax.

The doctor smirked, glancing at Purav once more. "It seems your mother is enjoying herself, wouldn't you say?" he quipped, his tone dripping with amusement. Purav swallowed hard, his small penis straining painfully against the confines of the robe. He wanted to speak up, to protest, but the words caught in his throat, watching his mother moan and writhe in pleasure, which was like poetry in action itself.

Just as Punita was about to tip over the edge, the doctor withdrew the device again, leaving her panting and frustrated. "Nooooooo...don't stoppppp pleaseeee!" she exclaimed as she leaned back, her body trembling with unresolved need, and opened her eyes only to watch her son, Purav, ogling her, frozen, his mind reeling from everything he had witnessed. She gave a dry smile towards Purav, hoping he would forgive her and understand her. The doctor's smile widened as he looked between them, clearly relishing in the mother and son's discomfort.

Purav, seeing his mother so humiliated, teased, and opened up mentally and emotionally, tried to comfort her, as he stroked her naked shoulders, "It's okay, mummy, please, don't be sad, I understand, and I can feel your pain. I don't hold anything against you, please. It's okay; don't think about it too much. Please know I'll never tell this to anyone, ever. Your secret is safe with me," he replied, comforting her and trying to assure her. Punita and Purav felt close for the first time as they both revealed their truths to each other. They felt connected in a different dimension. Punita let out a smile, "Come hug me, my dear boy...I mean girl", she replied, embracing Purav's identity. Still strapped to the bed, Purav came closer and hugged his mother, her naked breasts now touching his flat chest through the flimsy, thin robe between them, as Purav felt their softness against his chest, his erection again straining.

"Didn't I tell you, today's session will bring you too close! I'm so happy to see mother and son bond this way!", the doctor replied cheerfully, as he continued, "Balraam, we will need to schedule Mrs. Rundee for an STD test also, just to be sure," he said towards his assistant, who replied, "Yes, Doctor".

"Now I'm sorry to break you two up, but we need to finish our examination and give you the proper treatment, Mrs. Rundee. So, Purav, why don't you come here and let your mother relax and move on with he treatment?" he suggested. "I'm sure you'll love the view from here too!" he said, his voice laced with condescension, noticing the boy's obvious arousal.

Purav hesitated, his face burning with shame, but he couldn't resist. Punita and Purav ended their hug, as Punita nodded to Purav, giving him a *Go, I'll be Okay* look, as he moved forward towards where the doctor was sitting, between her stretched open legs.

"Your mother is quite the specimen, isn't she?" the doctor said, his tone mocking as Purav stood behind the doctor, "So open, so willing. You must be proud, Purav, to have such a... _liberated_ woman as your mother."

Purav was at a loss for words, for one, he was mesmerised by the sight of his mother spread open before him. From this view, he could see his mother's legs wide open in stirrups, her smooth sex fully displayed with her meaty vaginal lips with beefy curtains and her rosebud anal hole opening ever so lightly, all visible and on display openly for everyone in the room to appreciate. It was truly a remarkable sight to witness! The speculum was still inside her vagina, stretching it open, making a gaping hole the size of a fist, and one could easily see the pink fleshy insides of her sex, throbbing and pulsing with pleasure. The same insides he was born out of. He noticed the pool of white creamy liquid flowing down her gaping vagina to her anus and pooling up under her hips. He felt a strange mix of emotions--shame, jealousy, arousal. His tiny penis throbbed painfully, and he had to fight the urge to touch himself. He wanted to be like her, to be **her**.

The doctor, ignoring Purav's lack of response, kept his examination going, probing the inner walls of her vagina with his bare fingers to check for sensitivity issues and lumps as he continued his enquiry. "Now, Mrs. Rundee," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "I need you to be honest with me. Have you noticed any unusual sensations during these encounters? Any pain, discomfort, or... pleasure?"

Punita bit her lip, her mind racing. She wanted to lie, to protect what little dignity she had left, but the doctor's piercing gaze and his calculated touches inside her vagina made it impossible. "Sometimes," she admitted, her voice trembling, pleasure building up inside her again. "Sometimes it hurts, but... I like it. I like feeling completely out of control, like I'm at their mercy." Her face turned red with embarrassment as she admitted to her nymphomaniac and BDSM tendencies in front of everyone, and she glanced at her son, whose face expressed visible shock.

The doctor nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer. "Good. That's important information." He slowly unscrewed the speculum still lodged inside her gaping vagina, closing it, pulling it out and setting it aside. Punita's vagina, stretched for so long, closed a little, but there seemed to be a permanent gape left behind, which again inspired Purav to have something similar on his own self. Punita sighed, a sense of relief as the bitter stretch was gone from her sex, but a feeling of emptiness crept in, making her body crave more.

"Now, Mrs. Rundee, I need to examine your rectum. Given your symptoms, it's possible that there's some internal damage there, too, that needs to be addressed."

Punita's eyes widened in horror, and her heart skipped a beat, but before she could protest, the doctor spread her legs even wider on the stirrups, positioning himself between them. He lubed up an ungloved finger, although with the amount of wetness that leaked out of her pussy, it wasn't needed, and pressed it against her tight hole, making her gasp. "Ohhhhh", Punita moaned as she felt the doctor's ungloved, hairy, thick finger penetrate her sphincter muscles and enter her body through her tight anal hole. "Relax," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument, as she exhaled and tried to loosen her anal muscles. She felt the doctor's fingers enter deep into her rectum, and wiggle inside, searching for something, and when it did, scrape against it, as if pushing in a pulsing motion. "Ohhhh Godddddd", she moaned, gripping the sides of the bed, eyes closed as she felt his finger explore her rectum deep, and play with her prostate, inducing the feeling of peeing. Purav looked on from the side, having the clearest possible view of a man fingering his mother's tight ass and making her moan.

"Well, there's no surprise here. Your rectum seems quite loose, too, Mrs. Rundee! I think we can easily use the speculum here, too," he replied. Before she could process next, Punita felt the thin metal flanges of the speculum, still covered in her vaginal juices, penetrate her lubed asshole, "Ahhhhhh!" she exclaimed in discomfort and pain, as the speculum entered deeply inside her bowels, and slowly started stretching the walls, creating a gape again in her body.

"You are a marvellous specimen to examine, Mrs. Rundee, I swear I have never seen such loose cavities in any of my patients!" the doctor exclaimed again, adding to her degradation.

"Tell me, were these men you had affairs with penetrated you anally also?", the doctor continued his questioning as he kept expanding the speculum to stretch her asshole wide open until the device reached its limits and a huge gape was visible; so wide that one could easily peer inside her rectum.

Punita hesitated, glancing at Purav, who looked frozen, watching his mother's gaping asshole, stretched open fully, his face pale but his eyes wide with curiosity and lust, and a visible wet patch on his robe. Her face burned with humiliation, as her body was internally observed by her own son and two other men. She scanned the room and everyone seemed to be lost in a trance, the doctor and Balraam both, everyone looking in astonishment and wonder at her stretched hole, peering inside her body. This caused her pussy to suddenly leak more, as fluids visibly exited and dripped across the speculum into her ass.

The doctor clicked his tongue. "Come now, Mrs. Rundee. This is no time for modesty. Your son is here to support you, isn't he?" His tone was teasing, almost mocking, and it sent a shiver down Punita's spine. She nodded reluctantly, "Y...Yes, they have...p..penetrated me anally also...", she answered, the weight of the truth feeling heavy on her now. Purav was getting to know more and more about his mother with each passing second, details no son should know about their mother, fuelling his lust and desire to be more like her.

"Hmmm, yes, yes, I can see the abrasions and the tears, that would explain the haemorrhoids you are experiencing, and I can tell, not everyone used proper lubrication, isn't that right?", he continued.

"Y...yes, yes...", she answered meekly, her face burning with shame.

"You enjoy a little pain, don't you, RUNDEE?", the doctor chimed, flashing a light deep into her bowels as he examined her gaping ass-hole. The mentioning of her last name, without any respectful term, made her cringe, sounding as if he said it deliberately, as if accusing her of being the slut she was, and made her feel degraded. Upset, but not wanting to show it in case the doctor stopped his treatment, Punita just nodded, affirmative, sensing the peering gaze of the doctor looking inside her body through her ass.

As the doctor worked, Purav couldn't tear his eyes away. He watched as his mother squirmed under the invasive examination, her face a mixture of shame and pleasure. He couldn't help but imagine himself in her place, feeling those same sensations, being touched in those same ways. His pee-pee throbbed harder, pre-cum soaking through the thin fabric of the medical robe as his slowly started grinding his dicklet as if it were a clit, involuntarily.

Finally, the doctor finished his examination, removing the speculum with a satisfied smile. "Well, Mrs. Rundee," he said, "it seems you've been living quite the adventurous life. But don't worry--I'll make sure you're taken care of." Even though the speculum was removed, Punita's anal opening still had a visible gape now, as if it were its natural state to be loose and open, just like her vagina. Although she felt more relaxed with the speculum out of her ass now, she could still feel the cool air brushing past her holes into her body, sending shivers.

Her mind was reeling from the intensity of the experience. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet at the same time, she felt a strange sense of liberation. She had bared herself fully, physically and mentally and internally also, now to two strangers and her son. She had shared her deepest secrets, her darkest desires, answered humiliating questions, and somehow, it had brought her closer to her son. Her head was spinning, and she was lost in her thoughts, not quite realising the doctor was talking to her.

"Now, Mrs. Rundee," Dr. Vikas began, his voice smooth yet commanding, "we need to assess the elasticity of your cavities, as our examination showed us they are quite....'malleable', for the lack of a better word". This will help us determine just how "loose" they've become over time. I'm sure you'll find it enjoyable and Purav, pay attention as this will be a very **enlightening** experience for you too!" Punita didn't respond, lost in her thoughts, and Purav's inquisition grew on this new procedure.

"Balraam, please bring out the Girth & Elasticity Testers!" the doctor ordered.

Without a moment, Balraam wheeled out a cart laden with transparent silicon cylindrical objects, snapping Punita out of her thoughts, as she looked on eyes wide in fear. *What the hell are these?* she wondered to herself. Each cylindrical object on the cart had a thicker head and then a smoother, longer base, making them look like nothing short of fancy phallic-shaped objects - dildos of a more sophisticated nature. Each was labelled from 1 to 20, representing the different levels of thickness. The smallest was no thicker than a pencil, while the largest was as wide as a bottle of two-litre soda.

Purav's breath hitched at the sight, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. He was shocked to see these devices. They looked so much like a smoother and fancier version of a cock, and if he had the choice, he would steal them all and use them as his toys. *What was going on here? Is this a natural part of a medical examination?*, he thought to himself, as his inquisitiveness melted into curiosity slowly.

Both mother and son looked afraid and tense at this new procedure, and the new dildo-type devices brought out. The doctor, sensing their apprehension, continued explaining. "So we are going to take one size at a time and insert them in your cavities to determine the maximum stretchability and to see what gauge of elasticity is present in your muscles. This is a unique test developed by me, and I'm so glad to have you use this procedure today, Mrs. Rundee!", the doctor explained, excitement showing through in his voice.

Punita swallowed hard, her heart racing. She loved toys--she couldn't deny that--with many of her partners having used some on her before. In fact, due to the absence of her husband for his work, she had herself purchased some vibrators and toys to curb her sexual lusty phases for moments when no one was available to use her. She had also found some toys in her college-going daughter's room one time, so she wasn't new to the idea, per se. But the thought of being stretched to her limit both excited and terrified her. Her eyes flicked to Purav, who was watching with rapt attention, his mouth slightly agape. She could see the hunger in his eyes and also sense the jealousy that he wasn't the one on the table.

Unlike his mother, Purav had been very discreet in exploring his desires and never had the opportunity to own sex toys of his own. He had seen his mother's collection and even tried them when sneaking into her closet for her clothes, but never bought his own. The idea of just grabbing some of these was very enticing to him.

"We'll start with your vagina," the doctor explained, breaking their train of thought and picking up the first dildo. It barely looked like a challenge, but Punita knew this was just the beginning. "Then we'll move on to your anus and finally your mouth. By the end, we'll have a clear picture of just how much you can take." *Mouth? What is this obsession with treating my mouth?*, Punita thought to herself, but not objecting anymore, submitting to the doctor fully.

He began with the level 1 device, sliding it into Punita's vagina with ease. She sighed softly, the sensation almost negligible, but she knew better than to relax. The doctor worked his way up quickly, inserting and removing each dildo, gradually increasing the size. "Ufffff!", with each new dildo penetrating her sex, Punita gasped, her body adjusting to the growing thickness. By the time he reached level 10--thick as a baseball bat--her moans were loud, unrestrained and echoed in the room.

"Remarkable," the doctor murmured, his fingers gripping the base of the dildo as he thrust it gently in and out. "Most women your age struggle beyond level 8, but you're taking a 10 with such ease. You must have encountered quite "special" partners."

Punita blushed but didn't deny it. She closed her eyes, savouring the fullness inside her, the way her walls stretched to accommodate the thick gauge. She felt the doctor thrusting the thick dildo inside her, as if fucking her, and no matter how much she tried to control, the moans wouldn't stop. "Ahhhhhhh...Ohhhhh Godddd!" her pleasure-filled moans filled the room as tension built inside her body. All eyes were on her, and there was a thick sexual tension in the room, with the two strong, abled men as well as her sissy son, all watching her writhe in pleasure and submit herself to this debasement as a thicker dildo penetrated her sex every few minutes, making her moan even louder. The doctor continued, pushing her further, until he reached level 17. "Ohhhh no stop, this one hurts!", she moaned. This one was a challenge, the girth straining her limits, but after a few moments of thrusting by the doctor and adjustment by her vaginal muscles, she took it all.

"Impressive," the doctor said, letting out a low chuckle. " I don't think I've ever crossed a 10 in my entire career. Just when I thought we'd reduce the test to a maximum of 12 levels, you come along, RUNDEE, and prove me so wrong," he remarked, amused and visibly pleased at the sight in front of him. Punita sighed, the fullness in her vagina building tensions in her body, the thrusting action by the doctor bringing her to the verge of climax again. The doctor's mentioning of her without any honorific title in front of her name was humiliating for her, but by now she was accustomed to it. Here lay a mature, 40-plus woman lying on the table, spread wide open and a thick dildo penetrating her vagina, stretching it to its limit. She was so meek and submissive and took it all, including his thrusting motion and even enjoyed it as communicated by her moans and body language. Purav was amazed too, watching his mother in such an exposed and vulnerable position, showing her most extraordinary sexual feats. His mother was becoming his inspiration and idol of the femininity he wanted.

Punita was about to orgasm when the doctor stopped thrusting the dildo, leaving her on the edge again. "No," she screamed, frustrated now. He ignored her cries and, smirkingly, left the device buried deep inside her pussy before turning his attention to her anus. "Now we will leave this in place inside your vagina, and repeat the process with your anal opening."

"Ummm...d...don't you think we should remove this one first, doctor?" Punita enquired, the fullness inside her vagina stretching her already.

"This procedure requires testing the other cavities with fullness in the previous cavities, Rundee, as otherwise if I now remove this, the muscles here will try to support the muscle in your other cavity, giving us an inaccurate reading. For the test to work perfectly, what is stretched needs to remain stretched," the doctor replied casually, as if this was something he did every day, with a slight chuckle. "Now, let's see if your anal opening is as accommodating!"

Without giving her time to settle, the doctor started again swiftly from Level 1, this time on her butt-hole, as he worked his way up, inserting each dildo into Punita's tight hole. The No.17 dildo was still lodged inside her vagina, while her anal opening was being explored at the same time. "Ohhhh!" Punita groaned, the sensation different but no less pleasurable and even more painful as she felt the fullness in her holes. Her ass-hole stretched readily, reaching level 12 before the doctor paused.

"Twelve," he remarked, raising an eyebrow. "That's higher than almost anyone I know. This must be a world record!"

Now, Punita lay sprawled on the table with a level 17 dildo in her vagina and a level 12 in her butt. Her body was stretched to its limit, her holes gaping around the thick toys. She felt utterly exposed, utterly used, and yet, she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so alive, so desired, so juicy as her son watched on, his eyes filled with lust at the expense of his mother's degradation.

Next came her mouth. Without bothering to clean the devices, still slick with her juices from her vagina and her ass, the doctor pressed them between her lips. Punita opened willingly, eager to prove herself once more. Now she couldn't even moan, only hum as the doctor started small, but soon, her jaw was straining around the thickest one yet--a level 10.

"You're truly exceptional, RUNDEE," the doctor said, his voice tinged with admiration. "Few could handle what you're enduring. And yet, here you are, taking it all without complaint."

Purav noticed that the doctor no longer used "Mrs" in front of Punita's last name. Addressing her just by 'Rundee', a word that in their local tongue meant "slut". Punita must have noticed it too, as the mother and son both glanced at each other as the doctor used the same word a third time in a row.

Her body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensations. Her pussy clenched around the dildo inside her, her ass twitched, and her throat worked around the thick one in her mouth. She was stuffed in every conceivable way, her body pushed to its absolute limit, and being observed by three other men, she never felt as debased as she was now. Yet her pussy continued leaking and her body craved its release.

The doctor stepped back, admiring his handiwork for a moment before he leaned forward again. Without any permission or consent, he took out his phone, switched it to the camera mode and clicked pictures of Punita lying on the table, legs hoisted high and spread wide open, and three thick dildo-like devices stuffed in each hole, stretching them to the max. It was like something from a BDSM porn movie. "The medical and gynaecological community would love to see what you have accomplished today, Rundee". Punita wanted to protest, to object, but her mouth was clogged with the dildo in it, and all she could do was moan, while the doctor finished and pocketed his phone. Purav was watching, but his lust was already taking over his mind, and he was thinking of how we can get this picture from the doctor's phone, rather than about the humiliation his mother was facing.

"Okay, Balraam, you clear Rundee here of the Girth Testers now. We have observed all necessary things and can now administer the treatments accordingly. I'm going to wash my hands and freshen up. In the meantime, Balraam, why don't you finish the STD and SWAB tests of Mrs Rundee, plus help her relieve if required too?" he said, addressing his assistant, as he moved back from between her legs and stood up. "Okay, Rundee, you'll get to relax a little now before we proceed to the treatment section. I'll be back soon," he replied as Dr Vikas exited the room again, leaving Punita locked in for Balraam to take over.

Balraam took a syringe and some rubbing alcohol and applied it to Punita's fleshy thigh. "You were exceptional there, ma'am. I've never seen a woman like you. You were not only so brave and strong but also so honest. You're doing amazing, and don't worry, the treatment the doctor gives you will be the best and give you instant results," he continued talking to her with fan-boy type excitement, trying to divert her attention, as he pricked the syringe in her thigh, drawing out some blood for her STD test. Punita felt the sting, but compared to everything she had just endured, this seemed nothing at all. As Balraam finished, he put a bandaid on the small prick left behind and kept the blood sample for testing, "These will go for the STD testing ma'am, although I'm quite confident that without any symptoms you're very clean, but I would recommend you to be more careful in the future," he added smiling, as Punita felt a scare run up her mind about testing positive for any STD. She looked down towards Purav, sitting quietly at the foot of her legs, eyes still fixated on her intimate area. Sensing her gaze he looked at his mother and gave her an innocent smile, assuring her everything's going to be okay.

"Now I will just complete the swabs quickly, and then we can call the doctor in for the treatment. You're almost done. Do you want to urinate once before the swab, or are you okay?" he asked

Punita did feel like her bladder was getting full and would have loved to relieve herself, but knowing that she won't be let out of the stirrups and not wanting to repeat the debacle that happened earlier, refused, saying that she could wait for the swab test and then use the washroom as a break from the stirrups.

"As you wish, Ma'am," he said as he proceeded to get cotton swabs. These were no ordinary swabs, though, but thicker, around as thick as a pencil, with a big bud of cotton covering on the end, again resembling a phallic shape.

*Everything is shaped like a dildo here!* Purav and Punita seemed to share the thought.

Balraam sat on the stool between her legs, which now ached from being on stirrups for so long. Punita felt the numbness spread through her legs. *Just a couple of minutes more and she'll be able to relax them,* she thought. Balraam took a swab and, using his other hand, opened her vagina wide open, stretching her lips with his rough, calloused, but strong ungloved hands. His touch sent a shiver through her body, making her crave release again, and suddenly she felt the pressure growing in her bladder. Trying to divert her thoughts, she focused on the ceiling above, patiently holding her bladder to get done with. Balraam inserted the swab inside and started touching it over her cervix to capture as much of her mucus as possible. He then left it there and inserted the second swab in her anal cavity, touching her intestinal walls to extract the mucous from there also. Punita's holes were so loose from the stretching procedure earlier that she literally felt nothing as the two thin swabs entered her holes.

"Okay, I'm just going to let these swabs sit there for a minute so they can absorb the mucous, before I take them out so the results are accurate," he replied as he got up to get some plastic containers to store the tested swabs in.

Purav watched his mother intently, two swabs sticking out of her nether holes. He eyes the container at her bedside, containing his mother's breast milk, still thinking about finishing it all up. This distraction made him not see the swabs slowly entering deeper inside his mother's holes.

As Balraam returned, he was suddenly shocked. *Where did the swabs go?* They weren't there, "Oh no...it looks like I underestimated your cavity muscle looseness, ma'am, the swabs have entered inside! I'll have to get them out!" Balraam replied, a slight fear creeping on to him, as he buzzed the doctor in. He took a flashlight and opened her vagina with his fingers, trying to look for the swab lost inside the deep hole. Punita screamed, "What, oh no, please get it out, please!" and started getting fearful as Purav got up and got closer to Balraam to help him locate the swabs lost inside his mother's pussy and ass.

Dr. Vikas entered swiftly, hearing the buzzer, "What happened, Balraam?"

"Ummm, I think the swabs went inside the cavities, doctor. I underestimated their depth and elasticity!" Balraam answered, still trying to find the swab inside her vagina by shining a light in.

"Oh, never underestimate a RUNDEE, Balraam, don't worry, I'll fix this mess. We are very sorry, Mrs. Rundee. It happens sometimes, but we understand even my staff isn't trained for 'experienced' clients like you!" saying this, he moved to the side of Purav, so that he was in between Balraam and Dr. Vikas. Covering his hand with lube, without a warning, he plunged his fist into her pussy, the sudden stretch eliciting a strangled cry from Punita, "Ahhhhhhh!".

Her body arched off the table, her muscles contracting wildly as he moved his hand inside her vagina, fisting it deep and searching for the lost swab inside her. The pressure and the fullness impacted her bladder and caused an orgasm to build inside her as she screamed in pleasure and pain. "Oh god no no stop noooooooooo", she screamed as her body couldn't take it anymore. With the doctor's hand buried up to his wrist inside her vagina, tickling her cervix and scraping against her inner vaginal walls, her toes curled, her body tensed as heat took over, and her mind was lost in cosmic abundance. It finally hit her and she moaned, "OHHH YESS! YES! YES! YESS! OHHH....GOODDDD....DON'T STOP...YES!" as waves and waves of pleasure rocked her body, making her entire body shake vigorously, her legs vibrating. She grabbed the side of the bed as her head swayed wildly, and she experienced deep wave after wave of pleasure emanating from her vagina and spreading across her body to her head and releasing. Her muscles contracted and relaxed, and she let out a huge, forceful involuntary push of liquid from her bladder and urine mixed with her bodily fluids squirted out her urethra straight onto Purav's face, drenching him and his robe completely.

Dr. Vikas pulled out his hand from Punita's vagina, finally bringing with it the swab lost inside her, covered in her wetness, and putting it in the container for testing. "There, we got this! See, this is where your elasticity comes to help us, Rundee!" he exclaimed, pleased with his work.

Punita was out of her body, still vibrating as waves of pleasure continued to hit her, albeit in short bursts and smaller intensity now. She gasped and couldn't hear anything happening in the room, her body lost and exhausted, still reeling from the best orgasm of her life. She had no idea what had happened and had no idea what she had done to her poor son.

Purav stood there, shocked and traumatised, as he was drenched in his mother's piss and fluids directed from her sex a second time that day. A lot went into his mouth, covered his nose and eyes and drenched him thoroughly. His robe was soaked, and his little penis spurted out involuntarily, hearing his mother's cries of orgasms and getting drenched in her squirt. Both Dr. Vikas and Balraam stood, their grimacing faces revealing their amusement at what the mother and son had just experienced.

"Doctor, we still have that swab inside Mrs. Rundee's anal cavity," Balraam reminded Dr. Vikas, breaking off from their attention on Purav, still standing in shock and drenched.

"Right, correct, Balraam", the doctor replied, and without wasting a second, his hand covered in Punita's slick wet juices from her pussy, he pushed it inside her ass, forcing his entire hand inside her. "Ohhhhhh FUCKKKKKKK!" Punita screamed. She was just beginning to come out of the daze from the orgasm she just experienced, and suddenly felt the fullness of the doctor's thick, hairy hand penetrating her ass, going in deep entirely up to his wrist. She could feel his hand pulsing, moving around inside, pressing her inner walls and her prostate, pushing further against her bladder.

"Looks like this swab has gone deeper into her rectum, I'll push further", the doctor explained as he pulled out his fist slightly and pushed back in again, this time going in further, with a quarter of his forearm entering her rectum. " OHHHH NOOO OHHH NOOO OHHH NOOO STOP STOP STOP STOP NOOOO PLEASE OHHH FUCKKKK!!!!!!!" Punita screamed as she felt her anal muscles rub against her vaginal tissues, causing another orgasm to build up, with the same contractions and expansion waves pulsing through her body again. The feeling was very different this time, as if emerging from her gut, and then travelling to her pussy and then spreading across her body. It was more intense and definitely more pleasurable. Her body contracted as her back arched again, mind lost in the cosmic wonder of pleasure, setting her body on fire as waves and waves of pleasure hit her and more squirts ejected from her urethra onto a shocked, already drenched and un-budged Purav. "OHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHH", she cried out loud in pleasure, ignoring everything in this room and the world and focusing only on herself and her satisfaction.

The doctor finally pulled out the swab, his hand covered in lube, and handed it to Balraam for testing. "There we go, all done, no worries", he exclaimed, as Balraam let out a sigh of relief too and put it in the container to send off to the lab for testing.

Punita was lost in her post-orgasm bliss as she continued experiencing small waves of pleasure pulsing through her body. The orgasm wracked her body. She was in a daze, feeling both relaxed and lightheaded. Unknown to what had happened just a couple of moments ago, and the state of her son.

Purav stood there, still in shock, totally drenched, spitting out his mother's squirt from his mouth and wiping his eyes. His hair and robe were drenched entirely too, and despite feeling humiliated, he didn't feel grossed out. His attention was still on his mother's private area, staring at her holes having massive visible gapes, as they relaxed after the trauma they just endured, showing their looseness.

"Son, it's unfortunate what just happened to you, but why did you get so close. You were supposed to sit on that chair a little away, didn't I tell you already?" the doctor enquired of Purav, trying to bring him out of his trance. "Unfortunately, we don't have any more robes left with us, and your clothes are still drenched from earlier. To prevent you from catching a cold, and for hygiene reasons, why don't you dry up and take off this robe?" he suggested. Without waiting for an answer, directed Balraam, "Balraam, please assist the little Rundee here to clean up and then we can prepare for Mummy Rundee's Treatment!" he exclaimed, wanting to move forward.