Medical Examination Under the Hot Sun of Ascana
Copyright© 2026 by Asmodeus_de_Valle
Chapter 4: The Medical Examination
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 4: The Medical Examination - High school graduates are rehearsing their play, but they are unexpectedly interrupted by a delegation of doctors who have arrived to conduct a medical examination.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Reluctant Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Rough Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Fisting Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Doctor/Nurse Public Sex
Part 4.1
Tetiana Viktorivna appeared on stage.
“I’m here,” she said, walking toward the women.
When the teacher stepped down and stood before the doctor, the latter proceeded to explain the reason for her visit.
“We have arrived from the capital to conduct a medical examination of the local school’s graduates.”
“Why wasn’t anyone warned in advance?”
“I have the exact same question, which I intend to look into. However, I’ve already spoken with your principal, and he promised to gather everyone as quickly as possible. In the meantime, we will proceed with examining those currently present. The principal mentioned there should be eleven people excluding yourself — ten girls and one boy.”
The doctor cast a glance toward the stage, where all the actresses had gathered.
“The boy isn’t here, he couldn’t make it, and one of the girls is also absent.”
“Well, we’ll work with what we have. Come on, girls, let’s make this quick. Undress.”
The girls on stage exchanged glances. “Oleksandra,” who was peeking from behind their backs, looked as though she had either seen a ghost or turned into one herself.
“What are you waiting for?” Tetiana Viktorivna commanded. “Undress, don’t hold everyone up.”
The girls descended from the stage, approached the seating area, and began helping each other shed their massive dresses. Sasha followed them down, standing with a bewildered look, unsure of what to do.
“And what are you waiting for?” the supervisor turned to me.
I wanted to reply, but catching her stern gaze, I stepped out from behind the audio equipment desk and joined the girls. I began helping my classmates undress, and Sasha did the same, keeping his eyes turned away from the female bodies being exposed one after another.
Very quickly, only Oleksandr and I remained dressed. An already naked Yulia stepped up behind Sasha and began unlacing his corset, while the other girls, remaining in their underwear, lined up in front of the doctor.
Catching yet another angry look from Tetiana Viktorivna, I slowly began stripping off my clothes, blushing furiously. Meanwhile, Yulia slipped the dress off Sasha, leaving him standing in nothing but his boxers in the middle of the hall.
The noisy classmates abruptly fell silent. Their eyes, along with those of all the medical personnel and our supervisor, fixed on “Oleksandra,” who awkwardly covered her boxers and her far-from-flat, yet clearly non-female chest with her hand. I thought the girls would start screaming and cover their semi-nude bodies, but the opposite happened — they approached the guy and, surrounding him in a circle, scrutinized his body. From all this attention, Sasha’s legs trembled so violently I thought he was about to drop to his knees.
“Is this a guy?” Olya finally broke the silence.
“Looks to me like she’s just wearing men’s underwear,” Zhanna replied.
“A girl wearing men’s underwear with a dress over it ... Is this some new gender?” Nadya asked. “Or has she just not decided yet?”
“Yulia, what are you giggling at?” Olya asked, noticing her classmate’s amused mood. “Who is this? You and Tanya brought her here.”
“We didn’t bring him, he came on his own. And honestly, you should have recognized your classmate right away. Eleven years in school together, after all.”
The girls went quiet again. They looked like a collective organism sharing a single mind — almost synchronously, their pensive expressions turned into a flash of epiphany, and they shouted in near-unison:
“Sanya! It’s Sanya! Oleksandr, why didn’t you tell us you wanted to be a girl? We would have supported you!”
I was shocked by how easily my classmates accepted that a guy had spent the last twenty minutes among them disguised as a girl. The girls pressed in close to him and began talking, while Sasha buried his face in his hands. Tears even welled up in his eyes from the overwhelming anxiety.
“Quiet, everyone!” our teacher yelled. “Haven’t you ever seen a trans person before, or what?”
“Never, Tetiana Viktorivna,” Zhanna answered the supervisor.
“That’s no reason to make such a racket. Line up in front of the medics and act like human beings, not macaques. As for you, Oleksandr ... Oleksandra, or whatever your name is now,” the teacher scanned the guy critically, “I hope you make a better girl than a guy, because as a guy, you were mediocre at best. Wipe your tears and fall in line with the girls.”
After commenting on Sasha’s situation, the supervisor turned her attention to me.
“Alright, Tanya, why aren’t you undressed yet? Come on, hurry up, don’t keep people waiting.”
Under the teacher’s pressure, I quickly shed my pants and stood in line with my classmates. Oleksandr approached me with slow, heavy steps and took his place at the end of the line.
The doctor assessed us all with a glance and commanded:
“Take off your underwear as well, and divide into three groups.”
The doctor’s words hit me like a bolt from the blue. I expected the girls to protest, but they all obediently began taking off their bras. I turned my head toward Sanya; having just wiped away his tears, he stood frozen like a statue. It felt like he had even stopped breathing. The lipstick on his lips stood out vividly against his completely pale face, and his fingers clenched tightly into fists.
Only after noticing how the guy was trembling did I realize my own body was shuddering with every breath. Turning my head back toward the girls, my eyes met Yulia’s, who was already fully undressed.
“What are you frozen for?” she asked. “Come on, let’s get this over with quickly.”
With those words, shaking her massive breasts, the girl stepped behind me and unclipped my bra. With a gasp, I pressed it to my chest before it could slide off.
“Stop putting on a show.”
Exerting some effort, Yulia pulled the bra from my hands, and with a swift motion, yanked my panties down to my ankles. I gasped a second time. Left without underwear, I covered my body with my hands while the girl turned her attention to the guy.
“Need help too? Alright then.”
I looked away, understanding only by the sound that Yulia was pulling off Sasha’s underwear, to which he resisted quite actively. After a half-minute of wrestling, I heard the girl’s surprised voice.
“What is this?” she exclaimed.
Curiosity outweighed my reluctance to see a fully naked guy, and I turned my head. Yulia, having managed to pull off his boxers, was looking down at his crotch in astonishment while holding his hand to prevent him from covering himself.
The guy’s penis and testicles were extremely small. I didn’t know how big they were supposed to be, but they were unmistakably tiny. Yulia reached out her fingers and touched his penis. The guy gasped.
“Don’t touch me!”
“Quiet, don’t yell,” Yulia hissed at him.
With light, inquisitive curiosity, she gave Sashko’s tiny male package a soft squeeze.
“Listen, Sanya ... Is this really all of it? Or did it just retreat that deep inside out of fear?”
While the girl inspected the male genitalia, the doctor approached the three of us.
“Alright, I’ll attend to the three of you personally,” the medic said, placing a briefcase on the floor beside me. “We’ll start with the mammology exam.”
With those words, the woman cupped my breasts in her hands. The unexpected contact made me lose my breath, and the doctor’s cold fingers began roughly and unceremoniously groping my breasts, making my heart pound frantically. I felt my nipples harden and goosebumps cover my skin.
Turning away from the doctor, I looked to the side and met Yulia’s gaze, who was watching the procedure with great interest. Sasha, standing next to her, was staring at the wall, but his body was turned toward me. I saw that his penis, which he was carelessly trying to cover with his hand, had become erect. The phallus was still quite short, but twice as long as it was a couple of minutes ago.
A mixture of embarrassing sensations washed over me; my legs trembled, and I wanted to sink into the ground from shame. At the same time, my heart began pumping hot blood through my body with renewed force, and I felt warmth spread across my face and crotch. The touch of the doctor, who continued inspecting my chest, was now perceived differently. My breathing became entirely uneven, and my lips parted involuntarily.
The doctor completely ignored my state, but Yulia certainly noticed. The girl stepped right up to me, placed her hand on my rear, and gave me a light spank. Hearing the distinct sound, Sasha turned his head in our direction, and Yulia spoke to me.
“Whoa, Tanyukha, looks to me like you’re turned on?” the girl chuckled merrily, entirely unbothered by the doctor, her fingers squeezing my right buttock firmly. “Look at how she’s breathing, and her cheeks are flushed red as poppies!”
Yulia’s touch and words sent such a wave of heat through me that my vision briefly went dark. Behind the girl, Sashko was staring at us with wide eyes and his mouth half-open, his erect penis twitching slightly. The doctor kept feeling my breasts, seemingly oblivious to Yulia.
“Everything seems to be fine,” the woman said, finally letting go of my chest. “No lumps observed. Who’s next?”
Yulia released my buttock and stepped to the side, and the doctor extended her hands toward her. Taking advantage of the medic’s shifted attention, I tried to calm my racing heart, but a pleasant, heavy ache lingered in my crotch.
The doctor quickly examined the blonde before turning her attention to Sasha. When the medic approached him and reached for his chest, the guy took a step back.
“Young man, you are not a mouse and I am not a cat. Step forward, please.”
Sanya gasped for air, freezing in place, his eyes darting between the doctor and Tetiana Viktorivna, who was silently observing the procedures, casting glances from one group to another. Realizing there was nowhere to run, the guy stepped forward on stiff legs. His face, complete with painted lips and smudged mascara beneath his eyes, currently expressed absolute despair.
Paying no attention whatsoever to his obvious erection, the woman placed her cold palms on Sanya’s chest. The guy exhaled loudly through his nose and closed his eyes.
“Your breathing is very rapid and uneven, young man,” the doctor noted. “And I can feel a rapid heart rate from here. It seems you have tachycardia; you should get that checked. However, that’s not my area — visit a local cardiologist later. I see no signs of gynecomastia, everything is clear there. Now let’s check your spine for scoliosis — please turn your back to me and bend over.”
Sanya opened his eyes, a fresh flash of horror visible in them. He slowly turned around, exposing his rounded buttocks, which were visibly trembling from tension.
“Touch the floor with your hands, do not bend your knees,” the woman added.
When Sanya obediently bent over, resting his hands on the wooden floor, his short red penis dangled amusingly between his thighs. Yulia leaned down, shamelessly inspecting him from behind, and nudged me with her elbow.
“Do you think he shaves, or is he naturally that smooth down there?”
I didn’t answer the question. The doctor began running her hand down the guy’s spine; I turned away from them and looked in the opposite direction. The other medics were examining our classmates in the exact same manner, meaning I wouldn’t escape this procedure either.
“Who are you looking at over there?” Yulia asked me.
“No one,” I answered immediately.
Meanwhile, the doctor continued working with Sasha.
“Move your pelvis a little,” I heard her command. “Good, now I’ll check how the gluteal muscles react to a light strike.” The distinct snapping sound of slaps followed. “Excellent, now let’s take your temperature. Remain in this position.”
The doctor took a few steps to her briefcase, opened it, and pulled out a digital thermometer. Sanya remained in his extremely humiliating pose, hands resting on the floor, his entire body trembling from tension and shame. The medic approached him from behind, used one hand to part his smooth buttocks slightly, and with the other, smoothly yet firmly inserted the thin tip of the electronic thermometer directly into his anus.
“Ow!” Sanya gasped frantically, his pelvis involuntarily twitching forward from the sudden, cold insertion.
“Don’t squirm, young man. This is the rectal method; it provides the most accurate readings under field conditions,” the doctor stated completely calmly, holding the device in place. “Endure it for a minute.”
Yulia watched every breath of our miserable classmate with unsuppressed relish. His erect phallus, pinned between his legs in this position, throbbed tensely, brushing against his stomach again and again. Seeing this, the girl turned to me once more.
“Do you think he likes it, or is it just nerves?”
“Who could possibly like something like that?”
“Plenty of people, innocent girl, plenty. Maybe even you.”
The girl spanked my rear again. Meanwhile, the digital thermometer beeped, and the doctor pulled it out of the guy.
“Temperature is normal. Remain in this pose; for the next part of the exam, your muscles need to be slightly strained and fatigued.” The woman turned back to us. “Who’s next?”
Yulia shoved me forward, and the doctor immediately commanded:
“Stand next to your classmate and bend over.”
My legs felt as heavy as lead. I threw a panicked look at Yulia, who gave me an encouraging yet mocking wink.
“Miss, hurry up, don’t hold us up,” the doctor said.
Seeing my reluctance, Yulia grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. Submitting to her, I took two steps forward on stiff legs, positioning myself next to Sashko, who was breathing heavily and dejectedly. His buttocks trembled faintly while his short, aroused penis continued to throb tensely under his stomach.
The girl stepped beside me and placed her hand on my shoulder.
“Come on, bend over, don’t keep us waiting.”
I obeyed the girl and slowly bent forward. As my palms touched the cool wooden floorboards, I felt completely defenseless. My rear end was positioned directly in front of Yulia’s and the doctor’s eyes. The feeling of complete nakedness and the proximity of Sanya, standing beside me in the same humiliating pose, sent blood rushing to my cheeks and ears again.
A moment later, the medic’s cold fingers rested on my lower back and guided down my spine, checking the line of vertebrae.
“No scoliosis,” the woman noted. “Now move your pelvis.”
My body, paralyzed by fear and shame, refused to move, so Yulia, still standing at my side, grabbed my pelvis with her hands and began swaying it back and forth. A few seconds later, she spanked my rear.
“No abnormalities here either. Now let’s check the temperature.”
Realizing what was coming, I involuntarily clenched my anus. A few seconds later, the cold metal tip of the thermometer pressed right against my tense anal sphincter, and from that targeted pressure, my heart broke into a wild gallop.
“Relax, miss.”
At those words, I only tightened up further. Barely keeping my knees straight, I addressed the doctor in a trembling voice:
“Could you maybe apply some lubricant?”
“Lubricant?” she asked back. “It’s just a thermometer.”
“What’s going on here?” Tetiana Viktorivna’s voice suddenly called out. “Everyone else has already had their temperature taken, why are you lingering?”
“Well, the girl won’t let the thermometer in.”
“Here, give it to me.”
For a few moments, the thermometer was pulled back from my rear, and I felt relief, but just a couple of seconds later, the thermometer pressed into me with renewed force.
“Ah-ow...” escaped my lips.
Forcefully inserted, the thermometer penetrated into my body to the required depth.
“There we go,” Tetiana Viktorivna declared in a satisfied tone.
The teacher turned and walked back to the other group, leaving me standing with a thermometer inserted in my rear. Feeling the foreign object inside me, my anus began to pulse.
“Whoa,” Yulia exclaimed, “a dancing thermometer!”
The floor of my shame was shattered once again; I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Gritting my teeth, I began counting the seconds until the device completed its job. When the thermometer beeped, the doctor pulled her hand back. She had to apply some force to extract it.
“Temperature is normal, but I can already see that the sphincter elasticity is very low,” the woman said, looking at the reading. “Now you.”
Yulia obediently took her place to the side, spreading her legs wide without a hint of embarrassment and leaning forward confidently. The doctor quickly completed the checkup, after which, leaving the three of us in our provocative poses, she reached back into her briefcase once again.
Part 4.2
“Now we will check how the sphincter reacts to natural objects,” she said.
Bending my neck, I saw that the woman was holding a large cucumber in her hands.
“Miss, you’re first,” she told Yulia, directing the vegetable right between her buttocks.
As the cucumber pressed against the girl’s anus, confidence vanished from her face.
“Ooh,” she said.
“Ideally, it should go in without lubricant,” the doctor stated, pushing on the cucumber. “Try to relax.”
“Okay,” the blonde said with a hint of anxiety in her voice. “Oh...”
As the vegetable entered the girl, a quiet groan escaped her lips. She arched her back further, her massive breasts swaying from the movement, while the cucumber plunged inside centimeter by centimeter, stretching the folds of her sphincter.
Within half a minute, Yulia’s confidence returned. Having inserted half of the vegetable into her, the doctor noted in a satisfied tone:
“The sphincter responds well; muscle tone is elevated, but the elasticity permits full penetration without tissue damage. Stand like that while I test object retention.”
She took her hand away, leaving the cucumber sticking out of Yulia’s rear. The girl’s muscles clenched convulsively around the greenish skin, causing the vegetable to twitch slightly in time with her breathing.
“Excellent. Stand up.”
The girl slowly and carefully straightened her legs and raised her torso. The blonde exhaled heavily through her teeth, her cheeks noticeably flushed, and her heavy bare breasts rose and fell in excited, rapid breathing.
“Take a few steps back and forth.”
Yulia obeyed the order. Her movements were awkward due to the foreign body inside her, but she held herself quite confidently.
“Great, now bend over again.”
The blonde bent over, and the doctor yanked the vegetable out of her. A quiet, wet sound echoed through the hall, followed by Yulia exhaling loudly in relief. The medic observed closely as the girl’s anus closed up.
“Well then, everything looks good with you. Now let’s handle your friends. To help us finish faster, grab the small zucchini from the briefcase — I’ll attend to this girl,” the woman pointed at me, “and you check the other one.”
I heard teeth chattering beside me and cast a glance at the guy — he had turned so pale that the smudged mascara beneath his eyes now looked like black charcoal against white marble. His whole body, every fold of skin, trembled from tension.
A surge of empathy helped distract me from my own anxiety for a brief moment, but I was quickly snapped back to reality. Without any ceremony, the doctor pressed the cucumber against my anus.
“Lubricant, lubricant!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs out of sheer fright.
“Tanya!” our teacher yelled toward me from where she was assisting another group. “Calm down!”
To my relief, the doctor listened to my pleas and reached into the briefcase for lubricant.
Meanwhile, Yulia, chuckling merrily, pulled out an unripened, pale-pink zucchini — smooth, but noticeably thicker than the cucumber that had just been inside her. The girl stepped up to the guy and spanked his rear.
“Alright, Oleksandra, let’s test your flexibility.”
Before the girl could even press the vegetable against him, the guy squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth so hard they creaked. Watching the terrified guy, I felt the doctor begin applying cool gel to my anus. A few seconds after the lubricant was spread, the woman pressed the vegetable to my rear once more.
This time, thanks to the gel, the cucumber managed to enter. Feeling the stretching pressure inside, I groaned loudly and clenched my fists. Experiencing the pressure from the opposite side, my crotch ignited with arousal from the influx of blood and stimulation, and I felt drops of natural fluid slicking my labia. Centimeter by centimeter, the doctor pushed the vegetable further, increasing the pressure on my internal walls. My heavy, uneven breathing broke into quiet moans with every exhale.
Meanwhile, Yulia was trying to shove the zucchini into Sasha, but the guy’s body resisted. His muffled groans echoed off the hall walls as the girl kept forcing the vegetable against his anus.
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