Sandra Unbirths The Gynecologist (Patreon Exclusive) (Patreon)

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Update 2-16-22: Decided to attribute this story to Wrath, one of my new characters: https://toyhou.se/14037968.wrath .  Also to those of you who are reading this on 2-16-22 specifically, I'm posting some stuff today and updating the medical post after that with new developments.  Will do those things soon!

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Sandra knew the gynecologist had a bit of a reputation.  But that’s exactly why she scheduled an appointment with him.

She sat quietly in the patient room, waiting to be seen.  As was customary at these gynecology visits, her clothing was entirely removed, and she wore a paper gown over her body.  Perhaps this would tempt her target further--good.  She wanted him distracted.

Doctor Henson came in the room whistling, but his song stopped when he saw Sandra.  “Well hello there!” he said, his voice charming, hiding no malice.  But Sandra knew better.  

Still, she gave him a smile, and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Doctor.  I’m a little nervous about this visit. . .”

“Yes, the nurses told me, you have your pap smear,” the man said, motioning for her to lie down on the table.  “Don’t be concerned.  This is a routine procedure, nothing to be worried or ashamed of.”

“I know, but it still hurts,” she said, trying to play up her act.  A crocodile tear ran down her face, and she said, “Do I have to do this today?  Can we do it next time?”

“Sorry, you’re a little late with your pap smear, from the records I got from your previous doctor,” Henson explained.  He walked up to Sandra, and his hand drifted down to her vulva, stroking it with his fingers--he wasn’t even wearing gloves.  “Don’t worry.  You’ll be just fine.”

That’s when Sandra struck.

Doctor Henson wasn’t quite sure what was happening at first.  The woman flexed her legs, and suddenly her vagina was opening wide, like a Venus Flytrap that had spotted prey.  And then there was sucking sensation, and his hand was sucked inside.

“Oh!” he cried out, surprised.  The man tried to pull his hand out of her cavity, but it was /suck/ there, like some kind of force was keeping it inside.  “I-I’ve never seen this before,” the doctor stammered, anxious.  He turned to Sandra.  “If you could just. . .?”

“Derek Henson,” Sandra said, sitting up on the table.  Looking into her eyes, he could see that she wasn’t the same nervous patient as before: determination and pure /fury/ filled her, making the man jump back.  “I’ve heard a lot about you,” she said calmly.  “Your victims have a lot to say about the man who ruined their lives. . .”

“W-What?!”  He cleared his throat, and tried to dismiss it.  “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  Immediately, her vagina sucked him in further, and he yelped.  Now his entire arm was inside.  “Let me go!”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about!” Sandra exclaimed.  “The people you’ve assaulted in this building, at this very table!”  She narrowed her eyes. “ Admit it, doctor.  You’ve used your position to hurt people.”

“No, I--”  /Slorp!/  His shoulder was pulled in the cavity--now his hand had reached her cervix--and suddenly his head was so close to her pussy he could smell it.

“/Admit/ it,” Sandra said cooly, “and /maybe/ I’ll let you go.”

Doctor Henson swallowed hard.  “A-Alright,” he said softly.  “I . . . I admit it.”

“Afraid I didn’t hear that,” Sandra said sweetly.  “Speak up, doc.”

“I said I admit it!” he said, definitely loud enough for her to hear.  “I-I can’t help myself; I see their beautiful forms on my table and I have to. . .!”

“Blaming the victims, I see,” the woman said with a frown.

“I know I have a problem,” Henson said to her.  He took a deep breath.  “I’m sorry.  I know I can’t be forgiven, but maybe I can change.”

There was a long pause.  Then Sandra said, “Well, you won’t live long enough to find out.”

“W-What do you mean?!” the doctor screeched, turning wildly toward her.  “What are you going to do to me?!”

“I’m going to take you, and crush you for everything you’ve done,” Sandra snapped, clenching her fists.  “Goodbye, doctor.  Fourteen women are going to be very happy to see your remains.”

“N-No, WAIT--!”

/Slurp!/  Sandra’s vagina pulled him in again, and suddenly his head was inside of her, surrounded by juices and wet walls.  It was intoxicating, heavenly even--better than anything he’d ever experienced, even with his own wife.  He took a moment to breathe it in, forgetting his fate for a moment.

But that’s when he realized where his hand was.  It had exited the cervix, and gone into a more empty space.  That only meant he was going to. . .!

/Glk!/  Sandra screamed as her vagina took in more of the doctor, sucking in as much as she could--she got up to his stomach.  As a result, Henson was shoved forward, and suddenly, he went from a tight cavity to a wide, open one, all surrounded by those juices, that sweet nectar filling his senses.  He was forced to curl up in the uterus, aware of where he was, but confused as to what the woman was going to do to him in here--what would happen next?

/Guuulk!/  Sandra screamed even louder as she sucked in the rest of him, slurping in Doctor Henson’s legs and feet.  His shoes fell to the ground, the only remains of him left, and then all of the man was inside her.

He only had to travel a short distance before all of him was curled up inside her womb, trapped in that pulsing, pheromonal prison.  It was beginning to overwhelm the man, and he took deep breaths, trying to catch himself.

“You’re probably wondering what’s going to happen next,” Sandra said.  “Well, now I’m going to have a /very/ good time breaking you down.”

“What?!  Upon hearing that, Henson immediately started struggling, though in his weakened state, he barely put up much of a fight.  “Y-You can’t do that!”

“I can and I will,” the woman said simply.  “Goodbye, doctor.”

He felt the liquids on the wall started to clump up, gathering all around him, their amount increasing rapidly.  The fluids dripped on his skin and stayed there, and soon, the stuff had completely encased his body.

Then it began to break him down.  Doctor Henson had the intense feeling that he was /melting/ somehow, like an ice cream cone left in the sun.  His skin began stretchy and loose, becoming one with the liquid, and everything became blurry.

The doctor’s last thought before he went was a simple one:

/That bitch./

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Sandra felt it as the doctor was broken down, and breathed in, satisfied.  Now, there was only one thing left to do.

She brought her hand to her vulva and probed her lips, masturbating softly.  Moans and soft cries escaped her lips as she turned herself on, though she had some sense enough to grab one of the doctor’s shoes from the floor, and hold it under her vagina.

And then, it happened.  She ejaculated then and there, fluid leaving her and landing in the shoe--including the clumped-up remains of Doctor Henson.  He was just the result of her pleasure now, reduced to less and nothing by the power of her uterus.

Sandra quietly got changed, and then, as she was about to leave, she picked up the shoe Doctor Henson’s remains was in, and wrapped it in the paper gown.  His victims would want to see this.

She then left the patient room, and quietly sunk out of the backdoor.  Justice had been served, and she couldn’t wait to report her victory to those who had reached out.

Now she just needed a pap smear from her /actual/ gynecologist. . .