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The Risks of Playing Doctor
by Nick (1998)

***

Two young friends play doctor with each other behind the 
babysitter's back. (bg, youths, anal-play)

***

The two children sat in the tidy den and stared blankly 
at the colorful pulse-like flickers of the television 
screen. The boy was lost in the world of make-believe. 
The girl, however, was quite bored. Saturday morning 
cartoons just didn't seem to fascinate her like they 
used to. A sure sign of growing up, she supposed. 
Thankfully, there were other interesting ways to pass 
the time, though.

Caitlyn and Jason, both ten years old and in the fourth 
grade, would normally have not been seen with members of 
the opposite sex, but Caitlyn had approached the boy at 
school, boldly told the surprised boy that she thought 
he was cute, and that she wanted to come over his house 
to play. 

Jason was too stunned to decline. He had seen the girl 
from afar, but had never spoken to her. He thought that 
once he may have pushed her out of his way to get in 
front of her in the lunch line, but that was the only 
time the two had made contact. She had ignored him at 
the time. In fact, no female had ever shown him the 
slightest attention, let alone call him "cute". 

He had smiled at the compliment, wondering vaguely if 
she was joking with him, and asked her over the 
following Saturday. As a single child in a neighborhood 
populated predominantly by older adults, he was always 
glad for any type of playmate he could find, even a 
girl.

The girl accepted with a smug look and slight smile.

The two sat on the old brown sofa, each very much aware 
of each other's presence. Jason glanced at the girl, 
feeling odd sensations that were altogether new. He was 
forced to admit to himself, even if he would never admit 
it to her in a million years, that he kind of liked the 
way the girl looked. Long blonde hair, green-blue eyes, 
and a slightly turned up nose (which had earned her the 
impolite name of Miss Piggy in the first grade by less 
attractive children who always seemed to want to upset 
her), and a slender body from playing lots of baseball 
with her three brothers.

The show finally ended and Jason turned off the 
television with a sigh. It was almost noon and he had 
grown tired of being idle. Maybe the babysitter could 
think of something for them to do. 

His parents had left town for the weekend, quite 
suddenly after learning of a family member's rapidly 
declining health. There had been none of his normal 
sitters available at the last moment, so calls were made 
by his Mom to her friends and soon a new babysitter had 
miraculously agreed to watch the boy for the entire 
three days the parents were to be gone. 

His mother had been thrilled as the sitter came highly 
recommended. She was seventeen, a senior in high school, 
and came with lots of experience. His parents were only 
too happy to find her and thus hired her immediately.

"Maureen!" the boy yelled. There was no answer. He 
called again, repeated silence the response. "Where is 
she?" the boy asked aloud to no one in particular.

"If she's not around, do you want to play a game?" 
Caitlyn asked with a smile, a touch of naughtiness in 
her voice.

The inflection was not lost on Jason. "What game?" he 
asked, sort of curious and a little cautious.

"Doctor and Nurse."

Jason stopped in his tracks and looked at the girl in 
earnest. Was she serious? He had not played that game in 
almost four years, even back then the thrill having been 
strangely exhilarating. He had, in the end, been caught 
with his friend Michael, and his mother had taken him 
over her knee and smacked his little bare bottom for 
what seemed like forever. It had left the imprint she 
had desired, not only on his bottom, but on his mind as 
well. He had not played naughty games since. Of course, 
after Michael, nobody had ever asked... Until now.

"What about Maureen?" the boy asked, still not sure his 
new friend was serious. "What if she catches us?"

"She's not going to catch us," Caitlyn chided. She 
sounded as if she were talking to someone many years 
younger. "If we hear her coming, we can always fix 
ourselves and then say we were just talking. Besides, 
what are you, scared of your babysitter?" 

That last remark reeked with sarcasm and Caitlyn saw the 
boy's cheeks get slightly pink. "No," Jason said rather 
hotly. "I just don't want to be embarrassed is all." 

"Well," Caitlyn smiled, "If you really want to play, 
then I can be the patient. You don't have to let me 
examine you if you don't want. That way even if we do 
get caught you will always have your clothes on."

Jason was only human. How could he refuse an offer like 
that? The one thing we was most definitely sure of was 
that he did not want to expose his butt and penis to a 
girl, even for the sake of playing doctor. The 
embarrassment would be crushing. He was incredibly 
bashful for a ten-year old, not even walking around the 
house in his underwear. He even felt self-conscious in a 
bathing suit at the local YMCA. 

No girl except his Mom and the nurse practitioner at his 
pediatrician's had ever seen him naked, at least that he 
remembered. And his mom had not seen him without clothes 
on for almost four years, ever since he started fully 
dressing himself. He even made his Mom turn her head at 
the real doctor's so that the nurse practitioner could 
check his penis, nuts, and butt. Thankfully, that was 
only once per year. 

Yes, he was quite sure he did not want to start pulling 
his pants down for friends now. However, to see a little 
girl naked, though, that was a different story... 

The two made their way back to his bedroom, stepping 
over the toys which littered the hallway. The babysitter 
was still nowhere in sight. He listened for her, but 
heard nothing. She must be taking a nap. Jason hoped 
that when she woke up she would make his lunch. He knew 
he would be hungry after his fun with Caitlyn.

The boy's room was terribly cluttered, Caitlyn's feet 
avoiding plastic replicas of ships, dinosaurs and action 
figures which were strewn across the blue carpet that 
blanketed the floor. She arrived at his bed and sat 
down, watching with contempt as Jason kicked toys out of 
his way. Boys simply have no respect for their things, 
she thought. They are so nasty. 

Jason made his way over to her and looked down at her 
with a gleam in his eyes. Caitlyn imagined the look must 
be similar to how a starving man looks at a cut of beef. 
It made her a little nervous, and for the first time she 
began to have second thoughts, but she remembered that 
it was her idea. Now it seemed like she would have to 
play or appear to be a real baby.

"Why did you come to the doctor today?" Jason asked, 
initiating the game. He was already having fun.

"I have a pain, Doctor," the little girl replied, 
resolved to her fate. "In my belly..."

Jason smiled broadly. She was obviously no stranger to 
this game. Her answer was perfect. 

"Well," he said, trying to act professional, "I think we 
need to examine you to find out what the trouble is. 
Please take off everything except your underwear." It 
did not occur to him to have the girl strip naked as 
whenever he had a physical at his doctor's office, the 
nurse practitioner who examined him always let him keep 
his underwear on.

The girl quickly took her top off. She was not wearing 
an undershirt. She noted Jason's look of disappointment 
when he eyed her breasts. She had none to speak of, 
something which vaguely troubled her. She knew girls 
matured at different rates, but so far she still looked 
more like her brothers than a girl. 

The girls shoes and socks followed, socks tucked neatly 
into its respective shoe and then her sneakers being 
placed squarely at the foot of the bed. With a soft 
sigh, she reached to unsnap her jeans and slowly pulled 
the zipper down. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, 
she quickly pulled them off her narrow hips and down. 
She pulled them off her feet and then sat back on the 
bed, all but naked and waiting to see what would come 
next.

Jason had watched the girl undress with morbid 
curiosity. Having no sisters, a prudish mother and no 
female patients when he was younger, this was the first 
time he had ever actually seen a girl in her underwear. 
He wished now that he had asked her to get totally 
naked, but he could take care of that in a minute or 
two. The game was going rather splendidly, he thought.

Glancing around the room furiously, he grabbed a few 
toys, prepared to turn them into makeshift medical 
instruments. He talked to the little girl about his 
physical findings as he pretended to examine her from 
the neck up, not really listening himself to the babble 
which spewed from his mouth. 

He examined her eyes, ears, and throat, felt her neck 
and ran his fingers through her soft yellow hair. Her 
hair gave off the fragrance of strawberry fields, he 
noticed, when stirred by his fingers. He then had the 
girl lie back. Stating he was going to examine her chest 
and belly, he proceeded to prod the girl in various 
places, growing quickly board with her flat chest and 
moving down in the direction of her pink flowered 
underwear. 

He became quite thorough as he got closer and closer to 
her private area, pushing and probing slower and 
appearing to be lost in thought. He reached the 
waistband of her underwear and Caitlyn caught her breath 
as he push three fingers under the elastic band and 
pushed down on her bladder, not really knowing it was 
there. 

"I am afraid that these will have to come down," he 
said, again trying his very best to act professional. "I 
will have to examine your groin area and your butt, 
err... bottom."

"For a stomachache?" Caitlyn asked, trying to prolong 
the inevitable.

"Yes," Jason grinned. Then he thought of something which 
made him grin wider. "I am also going to have to take 
your temperature to make sure you don't have a fever."

Caitlyn's heart sank. She had suspected he might try 
this, but did not want to bring it up herself should he 
forgot. She might have anticipated his comment, though, 
as the thermometer is probably everybody's favorite part 
of the game. As a little girl of five, her twelve year 
old cousin would always entice the girl into playing 
doctor, the rectal temperature usually being the only 
examination that was actually done. 

She remembered vividly the feeling of having been taken 
over her cousin's knee, her skirt pulled up or pants 
down, the feeling of cool air across her bare bottom as 
her tiny cheeks were divested of her underwear, and then 
the examination. Her cousin would spread her bottom 
cheeks wide apart and simply stare at her quivering 
orifice for had seemed like forever to the little girl. 

A real rectal thermometer and jar of Vaseline would be 
produced, and then the next thing the little girl 
remembered was again feeling her bottom being spread 
open, cool air washing over her anus, and then a 
pleasant tickle at the very center of her bottom-hole 
just before feeling the lubricated length of the probe 
slide deeply into her. 

Her cousin would make the game more interesting for her 
by spearing her repeatedly with the thermometer, sliding 
the tiny glass tube in and out, over and over, even 
twisting the probe in her hands to allow for greater 
sensations in the girl's bottom. It was a game that they 
both enjoyed very much for many years. Now, though, 
Caitlyn felt quite differently about letting a boy 
examine her bottom and actually letting him stick 
something inside her.

Jason anxiously told the girl to roll over onto her 
belly as he would examine her bottom and take her 
temperature first before examining her groin.

With an overwhelming feeling of impending doom, Caitlyn 
complied. Once over, she slid her hands under her 
stomach and directly into her panties, cupping the bare 
tissues of her hairless vagina. She did not want the 
doctor to see or examine her there until it was 
absolutely necessary for the sake of the game. 

She turned her head away from the boy as she did not 
care to watch as he leered at her pantied bottom. The 
child's breathing became slightly rapid as she felt him 
reach for the waistband of her underwear and begin to 
slowly peel them down. She felt just the upper parts of 
her cheeks exposed, the first hint of her crack, and 
then, seemingly unable to bear the suspense, felt Jason 
rapidly pull the undergarment the rest of the way off 
and down to her thighs. 

The young boy had meant to pull her panties down to her 
sleek ankles and then off, stripping his new friend 
totally naked and positively vulnerable, but when he 
caught site of her now denuded backside, all thought 
escaped him. He stared at her little bare bottom with 
true adoration, speechless for perhaps the first time in 
his young life. It was truly the most beautiful thing he 
had ever seen. He decided right then and there that he 
would become a doctor in real life, if only to see 
things this amazing every day. 

The cheeks of her bottom were white without a single 
blemish except for a small brown mole at the outer 
aspect of her right globe. As light filtered lazily 
through the window panes, her buttocks shone in the 
midday sunshine like polished marble. He watched in 
utter fascination as she initially tensed her buttocks 
in reflexive fright, her crease growing very thin. 
Finally, over time, seeming to resign herself to her 
fate, his patient relaxed them again. 

As her bottom muscles loosened, her cheeks folded out 
ever so slightly, the pink brown tissues of her cleft 
just barely visible. Her crack was still deep and tight 
even without the girl squeezing her cheeks together, the 
crease curving and ever so mysterious. Right where her 
crevice disappeared between her legs, the tips of three 
small fingers emerged, trying desperately to protect her 
female organs from his view. The was fine by Jason. 

After looking at her bare bottom, he had no interest in 
rolling the girl back over anyway. Whatever she had 
covered with her hands could not possibly be more 
stunning then the physical perfection which made up her 
bottom. 

"I am going to examine your bottom now, and then take 
your temperature," the boy said, surprised when he heard 
his own voice shaky and whispered. He extended his right 
hand to touch her silky smooth bottom flesh.

"Where's the thermometer?" Caitlyn asked, still not 
looking at him but feeling her bare bottom cheeks 
involuntarily clench again at the sound of the very word 
thermometer.

Jason's hand stopped in midair, hovering only inches 
above it's intended target A good question, that. He had 
not thought that far ahead. He would not only need a 
substitute thermometer, but also some type of lubricant 
as well. The one time he had tried to take Michael's 
rectal temperature in the past without lubricant, he 
remember the boy crying loudly as the thin wax crayon 
had entered his tiny dry rectum. When the crayon was 
finally removed, there had been a speck of blood. 

Although Jason had been too frightened to tell the boy 
he had wounded him, he was extraordinarily careful in 
the future. After that, Jason would always lubricate not 
only the device to be inserted (usually a crayon, but 
sometimes a Q-tip, unsharpened pencil, birthday candle, 
or even a popsicle stick), but would also take his time 
to thoroughly grease his friend's bottom-hole with a 
Vaseline coated finger, something Michael seemed to 
especially enjoy. 

As he lay face down on an old cot in the corner of 
Jason's basement with his bared and open bottom 
squirming sensually in the air as he felt "the doctor" 
fingering his sensitive little ring of muscle, his tiny 
penis would become amazingly stiff, the friction of the 
mattress causing his little organ to become engorged 
with blood.

Reluctantly leaving the side of the bed and his patient, 
Jason mad a quick search of his domain, only to come up 
empty. He no longer colored, thus crayons were hard to 
come by in his house. There were unfortunately no 
pencils in the boy's room, either, but he decided to go 
and get one. Sneaking out into the kitchen, he was 
delighted to still find no trace of his babysitter. 

He grabbed the first pencil he saw. It was sharpened, 
but the eraser side was still pink and soft. It would do 
just fine. Lubricant? What to use... butter, Crisco, 
corn oil? All would probably work well, he thought, but 
how messy would I get? After all, he just wanted to 
probe her bottom for a while, not eat her. 

Grabbing an Oreo, he trotted back down the hall to the 
bathroom. He opened the door to the medicine cabinet and 
did a quick scan, finding no Vaseline but some white 
hand cream his mother used for dry skin. He grabbed the 
tube of lubricant off the shelf, and swallowing the last 
of his cookie, returned to his bedroom.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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