by Constanze O. Wild.| llustrations by Matthias Kyoro

Then, the door opened and Madame Coulette came in, grabbing the clipboard and positioning herself next to the doctor. “I’m going to explain a little bit about what our doctor is doing to you. She is currently checking your current stretching ability. From fifteen centimetres in diameter, the training is changed from standard to de luxe. But you still have some time to get there.” The doctor mumbled something and Madame nodded and scribbled something on the data sheet. “Now comes the examination of your urethra and bladder.” While she said it, I could already feel a cold metallic object at my little pee hole. I could feel this rod being pushed deeper and deeper into me, then pausing a little and being removed again. This happened a few more times, always with a slightly larger dilator. Until I couldn’t seem to take a bigger one. Afterwards, numerous tests were undertaken, which Madame Coulette could not properly
explain to me. They took swabs of my skin, shaved my pubic hair, and when they were finally done, …