She is groped, prodded and pricked with needles

“Should we tie her up? Or do you think she’ll quietly go along with everything?” Doctor Smith asked.

“As I said, she has been very docile and submissive so far. However, I got her just yesterday, so I can’t exactly vouch for her compliance.” master answered.

I shuddered. Soon, I’d be naked and tied up tightly again, helplessly exposed without any way to escape. I would get groped, prodded, and painfully pricked with needles.

“Hmmm… I don’t think we need to tie her up for the initial exam. There isn’t really anything bad that could happen, other than make it take a little longer. And since we safe the time we’d need to tie her up, that’s fine.” The doctor said to master.

He shrugged “Fine with me.”

For the first time, the doctor faced me. “Hello, cutie. Don’t be afraid, I won’t do anything to you, I will only check you up.” He tried to soothe me, petting my shoulder lightly. It worked very little; vets might be the only people on earth I was afraid of not because I thought they’d **** me or hurt me on purpose, but simply because they were vets, much like some humans were afraid of spiders. But I had to admit, the petting was nice.

He checked me top to bottom, in that order. First came my ears, from testing my reflexes by snapping his fingers close to them and seeing them adjust, to looking inside them and feeling them up to make sure there were no lumps or anything unhealthy. He tested how my feline pupils reacted to light, looked at my teeth, jaws, and tongue. He even had a look down my throat.

“No fangs and a nice, long, smooth tongue… pretty unusual for a cat, but I can certainly see the appeal.” he smirked at master. I blushed.

“Before you ask, that is not why I bought her” master insisted.

“Yeah yeah…” the doctor dismissed. “Do you know her breed?”

“Nah, I just saw her, liked her, and bought her. Everything else was of secondary importance to me.” Master explained. “Shouldn’t her breed be in her database entry?”

“It should be, but it isn’t. That’s normal with cheap demis. As the breed is non-compulsory information, the breeders normally don’t enter it unless she is of particular pedigree.” The doctor answered.

“Do you know what breed you are?” he asked me, to my surprise. Normally I was not to speak during exams, only follow the orders I was given.

“None, sir. I am just a moggy. The brand on my neck confirms it.” I said, my ears drooping low in shame. I moved my hair to the side and lowered my head so the brand could be examined.

“Ah, she has a **** brand. That sure is helpful…” the doctor mumbled, entering information from my brand into his computer.

For the next part of the exam, I had to undress completely. The doctor felt me up and down, tested my muscles, searched for lumps in my breasts and felt my stomach. He even used a speculum to look into my cunt and asshole and ran his hand over my tail. His hands were rough and cold, but to his credit, he tried to be as quick and professional as he could. Finally, he took a blood sample which was only a little painful, dabbed cotton swabs at my mouth, cunt, and ears and used a cold metal thing that was connected to his ears to listen to the organs in my chest. Then, he turned to master.

“She seems quite healthy, apart from her weight. I am still going to weigh and measure her, but it’s obvious that she is very underweight. But it’s not only that, there are also signs of malnutrition: Her curves, especially her chest, are underdeveloped for a cat her age and her muscles are as well. The only reason why it isn’t much worse is that she’s so small.” He announced his diagnosis.

My ears dropped and I looked at the floor. This was one of the reasons why I disliked vets so much. Being absolutely helpless and getting pricked with needles was bad enough already, but to hear over and over just how inadequate I was? That’s too much. I wanted to cover my ears and shut out his voice, but I was not allowed to touch them. The only thing I could do was sit there and endure it.

“Now, I know that you like small, dainty petgirls, but I hope you plan to do something about that?” the doctor added questioningly.

“I am already in the process of doing so.” master grumbled. “I have begun feeding her better, grooming her and she’s going to get much more exercise with me. But all that is going to take time…”

“That’s not a problem. Knowing you, you have some more planned as well?” The doctor continued to talk to master as he fetched a scale.

“Mh-hm.” master replied.

“Body hair removal? Slavemarks? Piercings? Breast augmentation? Something else? Come on, don’t make me squeeze it out of you!” he asked as I was weighed and measured.

My ears perked up: Breast augmentation? Could It be possible? Would I be getting bigger breasts? Perhaps, I could finally be a full cat!

“Yeah, the usual stuff. Body hair removal is scheduled for later today, I don’t want to have to bother with that.” master evaded the question. Of course, he did.

He knew that I wasn’t worth such a costly medical procedure. As nice as he was to me, I just didn’t have the potential to justify such costs. Still, even just getting my body hair removed was nice, I think a lot of masters like that. I just hoped it wouldn’t hurt too badly…

“Alright, according to her database entry she’s already got all the mandatory and recommended shots, so we are just about done here.” announced the doctor.

“One more thing: could you get her custom earplugs?” master asked the doctor.

Custom… earplugs? What did that mean? Master wanted to put something in my ears?

“Huh? Sure, I’ll just have to scan the insides of her ears, send the data to the lab and in a few days you’ll have the earplugs in the post.” the doctor responded.,

“Then please do that.” master replied.

I had to sit down on the examination table again while the doctor got some kind of electronical contraption. Having found what he was looking for, he came towards me again.

“Could you hold her still for a sec? Its important that she doesn’t move during the scan.” he said to master.

My confusion grew: Why didn’t they trust me not to move? Would this ‘scan’ hurt?

“Come here, my pet. Just cuddle up to me.” Master soothed, pulling my head to his chest. Although I sat on the bed with my legs dangling high above the ground, my head was the same height as his chest as he stood before me. He wrapped his big arms around my small body, holding me steady.

“Now, don’t move your ears cutie, this might be a little cold.” The doctor warned me as he pushed something inside my left ears.

Oh, it was cold! But thankfully, the metal thing he used was very small and barely touched me, he also didn’t insert it very deeply, just deep enough to go around the initial curve of my hearing tube. After a few seconds, I could hear a faint ‘ping’ and the doctor pulled the thing back, before repeating the procedure on my other ear.

“Alright, that should do it, the scans look good. Unfortunately, I have another appointment coming up, would it be alright for you to see yourselves out?” the doctor asked master who just nodded. And without further ado, he wished us goodbye and was on his way.

“That’s John for you, always in a hurry.” Master said to no one in particular. “Get dressed, Kitten, we have an appointment as well”.