Fortune City Medical Exams

Diary Entry #0

 

I am recording this diary in secret for reasons I do not need to state. If you are reading this you already know why I’m keeping this record of my activities. And if you don’t, well, there’s a reason I’m not typing certain things out in this file.

Today will be my first day on duty at Fortune City’s Academy Satellite Center. Every major city with an active superhero community now has one of these centers. It is run by The Agency, the federal group charged with training superheroes and then keeping track of them once they are out in the world.

Part of their mission is certifying heroes at frequent intervals, and this recertification is what most of the staff at the Satellite Centers spend their time on. The superheroes come in and we test their powers, their combat prowess, their intelligence and knowledge of superhero history and law. And most importantly, to me at least, an in depth physical exam is given. I will now be the one conducting the majority of these exams on a near daily basis (there are, after all, a great many superheroines active in this city).

I’ve been inside The Agency long enough to know that these recertification tests aren’t always what they are said to be. Some of the tests given are not really for the sake of making sure active heroes are still able to perform their duties. Instead, some of the “tests” are in fact secret experiments being done on the superhuman population of the United States without the powered community’s knowledge.

After all, it would be irresponsible for the government to not prepare for the worse: a mass uprising of superpowered individuals. Right now the “villains” are kept busy by the heroes. But what if they stopped playing good guy and bad guy? What if they turned on normal people? Well, the government is preparing for that, but hoping it never happens. Of course, the secret preparations got a lot easier after The Agency and the Academy system was set up.

These secret experiments have, rather quickly, drawn a certain kind of person to want to staff the Satellite Centers and take part in these recertification “tests”. Many of the individuals here testing the heroines (cause in reality over ninety percent of all active superheroines are female) take great joy in… well, taking liberties with the test subjects. There is a general attitude that staff members should mind their business, look the other way when they see something “improper” going on, and that individuals should even enable some of the most perverse impulses, habits, and outright addictions the staff has.

All of this means I’ll be able to do what I’ve been tasked with doing with little to no worry of the rest of the staff stopping me or even becoming suspicious that my activities might have a deeper purpose other than my own perverse self gratification. In short, I’m about the have a lot of fun with a lot of trusting, unsuspecting heroines and there is very little chance of anything stopping me or anyone realizing what I’m REALLY doing here.

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The door to the exam room opened as a tall woman with a thin but well-muscled body walked in. She had a youthful glow to her beautiful features and wore an infectious smile that lit up the small room. Long black hair ran down to the small of her back, framing her light colored skin and making her bright blues look even brighter. She had on a skin-tight costume, a full body one piece black outfit that had a blue wave-like design striped down the sides. The outfit was completed by a pair of blue high-heeled thigh-high boots and thick blue gloves.

“Good morning, uh, Doctor?” she asked, as she reached out to shake the stranger’s hand.

He was a tall, handsome middle-aged white man with graying hair and a short, well-trimmed beard. The thick glasses he wore and the white lab coat he had on gave him an air of professionalism that matched the serious, but friendly, look on his face.

“I’m Doctor Rowe,” he replied, reaching out to shake her hand. “And you must be…” he trailed off, glancing down at the tablet he held in one hand. “Aquatica?” he asked, looking back up at her.

She lifted her head, grinning with pride. “That’s me: Aquatica, defender of Fortune City’s waterfront!”

The doctor looked back down at his tablet. “I see that you’re in for your biannual Readiness and Certification Test.” He looked back up, giving her an appraising look. “Am I your first stop through the process?”

Aquatica nodded. “You are,” she said, then paused. “Are you new to the facility? I don’t recall ever having seen you before.”

“I am,” he replied with a kind smile.  “This is actually my first day on the job. I was transferred here from a Satellite Center in another state. It’s not the first time I’ve been reassigned and I’ve found each facility does things slightly differently. I wasn’t sure if I was your first stop or not.”

“Well, this is my first stop! Although I must admit, I always find these physicals so pointless. An active P-Gene comes with a mild healing factor that prevents pretty much every mundane ailment. And—”

He raised a hand, silencing her. “I’m well aware. But trust me, these physicals ARE important. There are things unique to the superhuman body that can easily be overlooked and need to be treated early. And there are sometimes shots or tests The Agency needs to be delivered during this time. Now, if you could kindly take your costume off?”

“Right,” she said, turning to begin undressing then pausing and looking back. “I need to undress all the way?”

“Indeed you do. I’m required to perform a rather thorough physical examination.”

Aquatica turned her back on Dr. Rowe, bending down and starting to take her boots off. He held the tablet in his hand up, pretending to look at it while actually watching the young heroine undress.

She’s so trusting, he thought as he watched her pull her boots off. And so confident in her powers, so confident in her strengths! She doesn’t believe she can be outsmarted or defeated, which is probably her greatest weakness.

He pulled his eyes away from the undressing heroine as she began the laborious work of taking the full body, skin-tight outfit off and actually started to read the file on the screen of his tablet.

The first thing he did was look at the detailed description of her power set. She had super strength, enhanced agility, and could fly. But it looked like the longer she went without contact with water the weaker these powers got. On top of those abilities she could also “control” water when she was near it.

Interesting power set, Dr. Rowe thought, glancing back up at her as she began peeling her costume off. Powerful but almost completely useless this far away from the waterfront. I’ll still need to be careful as I begin to have my fun but I won’t have to worry too much about her powers being a potential danger.

“Alright, Aquatica, let’s begin the physical exam. If you could please step over here, please.” He made a point of keeping eye contact as the naked heroine slowly, and nervously, stood beside him. He knew he needed to make her feel comfortable, convince her he was the professional he was masquerading as and set her mind at ease before he started to take advantage of the situation.

He performed a normal physical, although he conducted it in a way that required far more physical contact then was normally necessary. Whenever he touched her he gave a very professional, and convincing, reason. At first his touches were clinical and brief, exactly as they should have been. But even that slight physical contact on her naked body was enough to get a response that he noticed. Her cheeks had a slight flush and he could tell that the rate of her breathing had picked up.

Soon his touches became longer, less clinic and more soft in some places while becoming firmer and harder in other places. He kept telling her the reasons for why he was doing what he was doing, but the more he touched her and the more aroused she became the less believable he had to make those reasons. Clinic touches became linger, soft caresses and firm gropes.

By the end he had the naked heroine bend over, her perky ass sticking up into the air. He stood behind her, reaching around and groping her small, firm breasts as he gave her some lame excuse as to why this was necessary. As he squeezed her breasts, enjoying just how firm they were, she moaned slightly and pressed her back end into his crotch. A moment later he was running his hands down her sides till he was able to grab and grope her ass. She moaned and rubbed her thighs together. Slowly he started to slide his hands down, around her body, nearing the split between her legs. She was so turned on by that point that he could smell her arousal.

As his hands neared her vulva she started to grind back into him but he made himself pull away, afraid she’d feel how hard he was starting to get. Aquatica was more than worked up enough to have some fun with, but he wanted her more hot and bothered. She might still be clear-headed enough to realize something wasn’t right. He had to play this safe or his whole clandestine operation would be blown.

Dr. Rowe cleared his voice, holding his tablet over his crotch to hide his erection, and told Aquatica to stand up. “Now if you could please get up on the examination table.”

“Yes, doctor,” she replied, breathing heavily as she stood up. She looked at him, her face flush and the expression on her face making it clear she wasn’t thinking straight at the moment. She was too aroused, so horny she might have done nearly anything if asked right. So easy to manipulate, he thought, fighting to hold back a smile. All of that power yet once these women are this horny they’ll do anything to feel sexual release.

“We’ve one last thing to do before I can pass you on to your next test. You’ve finished the physical and everything seems as it should but there is a new test we have to give all of the heroines passing through.” He held the tablet up, his erection safely gone, and pretended to read the device’s screen. There was no new test, everything he was about to tell her was total bullshit, but with as worked up as she was he had no doubt she’d believe him.

“The Agency, knowing about the weaknesses inherent to those with an active P-Gene, wants to test each heroine’s sexual self-control. Although it’s not often acknowledged, we all know how sexually perilous your line of work can be. And it’s known that you most heroines can be depowered by sexual climax. We need to test that you can, when needed, put off sexual release to remain fully powered.”

He watched her closely as he explained. Her eyes had a glassy, distant look to them that had come more in focus when he mentioned sexual release. She was looking at him with an eagerness that suggested if this test had been real that she had a good chance of failing it. “What do you need me to do?” she asked far too eagerly. She quickly realized just how eager she sounded. Aquatica bit her lip and furrowed her brow, taking a deep, calming breath to try and calm herself.

“First I need to know if you are, in fact, depowered by sexual climax,” Dr. Rowe asked, already knowing the answer thanks to her file.

Aquatica nodded. “I am. And not just when I cum but when…” she trailed off, blushing more intensely and looking away before answering. “I also, uh, squirt sometimes. And that weakness my powers too.”

How very interesting, Dr. Rowe thought, that’s not in her file. He had always wondered what happened to heroines that squirted. He knew that medically it wasn’t the same as having an orgasm and was always curious if it also depowered heroines. His first assumption was that Aquatica wasn’t really an answer to this question, suspecting that for her the depowering aspect of squirting came from the loss of fluids as that would be appropriate for her water-based power set.

But now that he had his answer he had to press on before she had a chance to let her head clear. “That is very interesting and I shall make a note in your file about that. But knowing you suffer from this very normal weakness means we must move on to this last test. Are you familiar with the colloquial term ‘edging’?”

The pretty young heroine blushed again, looking down at the floor. “Yes,” she said quietly. A moment later she looked up at him, her eyes wide open. The shocked look on her face made it clear she knew exactly what the test was going to be.

Dr. Rowe nodded, confirming she was right. “I will need you to begin masturbating, ‘edging’ as long as you can to show that you can keep yourself from climaxing. The test will prove you can control your powerful sexual urges when needed.”

She stared at him, her eyes still wide open in shock. “H-how long will I need to… continue the test?”

He made a production of looking down at his tablet and scrolling the screen as if searching for the answer. “It seems I’m not allowed to tell you.” He looked up at her, flashing a reassuring smile. “There IS a time limit you just aren’t allowed to know.” He kept smiling at her, internally proud of the bullshit he was making up to support his bogus test. In reality the test would go as long as he wanted it to, ending when it was most amusing and beneficial to him to end it.

The naked heroine took a deep breath, scooting back on the examination table and leaning against the wall the table was pressed up against. “Okay,” she said, “do I just do it right here?” She sounded nervous but her body betrayed how anxious she was to start. Before the Doctor answered she was already starting to spread her legs open, one of her hands resting on her leg starting to creep towards her vulva.

“That’s correct, I need you to self-pleasure right there where I can observe you.” He turned and sat down on a stool, placing his tablet in his lap. “As soon as you begin I shall start the timer.”

Aquatica hesitated for just a moment, biting her lip again, then leaned back further and slowly spread legs wide open. The view let Dr. Rowe admire her pussy in all its glory for the first time. Like nearly everyone with an active P-Gene, she was hairless from the neck down and her pussy was completely smooth. It was pink and already glistening with arousal.

She had a hand on her thigh as she spread her legs open and before they were open all the way she was sliding it towards her vulva. Once she reached her pussy she ran her fingers around it, tracing its outline then running them down over her clit and her into her slit. She dipped a few of her fingers into her wet hole, pulling them back out quickly. Using the fresh moisture on her fingers she started to gently rub herself.

“Yessssss,” she sighed, leaning further back into the wall as she reached up with her free hand to gently caressed one of her breasts. She softly groped it then rolled her nipple between her fingertips before moving on to the other breast, caressing and groping it as well. She moaned softly as she played with her breasts, rubbing herself a bit faster and closing her eyes slightly as she cooed in delight.

A few moments later and she was groping her tits more vigorously, rubbing her pussy faster and harder. Her hand slipped from her breasts as she arched her back, moaning loudly. She placed the hand on the examination table, pressing down as she started thrusting her hips and moan louder.

It was clear to the doctor that she was starting to crest towards orgasm and he was disappointed the show would be over so quickly. But she surprised him, showing far more self-control then he expected. She suddenly stopped, pulling her hand away from her pussy as her eyes shot open. She was gasping for air and still thrusting her hips, yet it was clear she was managing to keep control of herself and work herself back down.

“The test parameters say you must not stop touching yourself,” the Doctor said firmly. “You don’t have to be actively masturbating every moment, but you MUST be touching yourself in some sensual manner until the timer is up or you will fail the test.” It was all bullshit but he wanted to see what she’d do. She’d shown more self-control then he thought possible for the young and very easily aroused heroine. He was now eager to see how much self-control she really had.

She nodded, still breathing heavily, and reached up to start playing with one of her nipples. She rolled the hard nubs between her fingers and lightly pinched and tugged at it as she tried to calm down, working hard to slow her breathing. Only once she felt she was in control did she reach back down and start rubbing at her pussy again.

Her hand rubbed at her pussy slowly at first but she quickly picked up speed. Before long she was rubbing herself vigorously again, panting and staring at the Doctor. As she furiously rubbed herself it made her firm little titties shake and jiggle slightly, a sight the Doctor found highly arousing. The heroine was putting on a good show and he already felt his first day on the job had paid more than enough reward for the hard work it had taken to infiltrate the facility.

Suddenly Aquatica gasped, pulling her hand up from her between her legs. She moved it quickly up to one of her breasts, grabbing her tits with both hands and squeezing them tightly as she closed legs and began rubbing her thighs together. She shuddered slightly, her eyes rolling up into her head as she moaning deep then bit her lower lip as she struggled to keep from cumming.

She managed to succeed, calming down after some light breast play. Before long her legs were spread back open and she was playing with her pussy with both hands. Her whole body was animated with nearly uncontrolled arousal. She was wiggling nearly every part of her body, grinding her hips into the table under her and pressing her back into the wall. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning and gasping and biting her lips as she thrashed about struggling not to cum.

Her hands moved to her thighs as she shuddered and ground herself into the table, gasping “no, not yet,” as she tried desperately to get control of herself. She managed to pull back and stop herself from cumming but a moment later one hand was back at her pussy and she was playing with herself again.

Aquatica held her hand in place up against her cunt, grinding her vulva against it. As she rubbed herself against her hand she opened her eyes and stared at the Doctor. She was panting, drooling on herself and staring into his eyes with an expression that made it clear how much she was struggling not to cum. Her eyes were pleading with him for permission to be allowed to get off.

She’s ready, he thought, staring back into her eyes.

 

 

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