Start Amanda's Check Up.

“Now for the next part the exam.” I said as I grabbed the portable table. I unfolded it and extended the legs then flipped it up right, it reminded me a little of one of those tables used for massages except it lacked the hole for the head to fit in.

“Can you please hop on the table?” I said giving the table a pat. She came over and hoped up onto the surface. he placed her hands on the padded surface, then hopped up in one fluid motion. As she landed, her breasts jiggled noticeably within the confines of her bra, the demi cups barely containing their fullness as her areolas peeked out slightly. Her round buttocks made a soft thudding sound as they connected with the cushioned top, causing a slight ripple through her thighs. She shifted slightly, getting comfortable on the table, the movement accentuating the curves of her body and tugged up the cups of her bra so that her nipples were not peeking out.

I went to my tool kit and grabbed out my collar and tablet and handed the tablet to Mrs. Hart. “This collar is of my own invention and will measure your vital signs.” I smiled and slid it around her neck as she raised her chin and looked up. I positioned it making sure the sensors were perfectly aligned on either side of her neck and then reached behind her to lock it in place around her neck.

“Well look at that.” Mrs Hart smiled. I glanced over as her heart rate, blood pressure, respiration, body temperature, oxygen saturation all appeared on the tablet screen as well as a graph that began to run at the top of the screen tracking the minor changes per second. Her heart rate stayed average in the eighties, her skin temperature holding at ninety-eight degrees, oxygen saturation was good at ninety-six percent, respiration was sixteen breaths per minute, her blood pressure as one-eighteen over seventy-six, a healthy reading according to the green indicator next to the numbers. Mrs. Hart nodded approvingly as she looked at the tablet, her eyes scanning over the various vital sign readouts as she began to write them on the chart.

"Your vitals look good. Now sing a tongue twister for me." I smiled. Amanda's blue eyes lit up with a hint of amusement at the request. Her full, pink lips parted slightly as she prepared to speak.

“If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers how many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick.” Amanda said as she went through the song. A graph showing the fluctuations in her vocal cords as it tracked her pitch and tone at the bottom of the screen. I watched closely, noting the shape and movement of her full, luscious lips and tantalizing tongue as she formed each word. Her voice was clear and melodious with each word perfectly enunciated, revealing a slight British accent under her polished American pronunciation.

"Nothing wrong with your vocal cords, and you have quite a lovely voice," I remarked, impressed by both the technology and Amanda's performance. I'd been experimenting with this new addition to the collar as a potential method for detecting throat issues. While there wasn't yet a standardized scale for interpreting the results, I was building a mental database by comparing readings across multiple examinations.

“Okay do me a favor and swallow.” I smiled looking at the pad.

Amanda gulped audibly as her throat bulged under the collar, causing the collar to rise slightly with her swallow. She lifted her head, her slender neck elongating as the tightness of the collar became apparent, accentuated by the snug fit of the medical device.

A display showed up on the screen. Her amplitude at four hundred and fifty microvolts which said she had a strong swallow, her timing was below two hundred milliseconds which was fast, both sensors showed equal strength on both sides of her throat.

The sheer suction of Amanda's swallow was impressive, powerful enough to make me wonder if she could drain a drink through a straw in a single go. She be perfect at sucking cock with that level of ****. It be like getting your dick sucked by a vacuum cleaner.

Mrs. Hart looked up from the tablet, a sly smile playing on her lips as she peered over her glasses. "Now you're just showing off," she teased, checking a small box beside some words on her screen. Her knowing glance suggested she was impressed.

“We will leave the collar on. Next I will be checking out your over all health. Would you prefer Mrs. Hart or myself to conduct the physical?” I asked.

“You can do it.” Amanda nodded.

"As you wish, my lady. Please look down. I will begin by examining your hair and scalp," I said and grabbed a pair of gloves and pulled one on with a satisfying snap.. She lowered her head, and I began to run my fingers through her hair. The scent of coconut-scented shampoo wafted up to my nose as my fingers drifted through her silky strands.

I carefully inspected her scalp, looking for any signs of dandruff, irritation, or parasites. My gloved fingers gently parted her hair, allowing me to examine the skin beneath. I paid close attention to any flaking, redness, or unusual textures that might indicate scalp conditions.

“You have very lovely hair.” I smiled as I found nothing of note. I pulled out my pen light next. “I am going to check your eyes next.” I said warning her before I clicked on the light.

Amanda looked up at me, her big blue eyes catching the ambient light of the room. I gently placed my free hand on her forehead to steady her head, then shined the light into her left eye. I watched carefully as her pupil contracted in response to the sudden brightness, then expanded again as I moved the light away. I repeated the process with her right eye, noting that both pupils reacted equally and appropriately.

"Follow the light, please," I instructed, moving the beam slowly from side to side. Amanda's eyes tracked the light smoothly, without any jerking or hesitation. I was looking for any signs of nystagmus or other irregular eye movements that might indicate neurological issues.

I grabbed my Ophthalmoscope and leaned in as I gently placed my free hand on her cheek to steady her head. As I positioned myself, I became acutely aware of our proximity. The subtle hint of her perfume wafted up to me as a light, floral scent that was both pleasant and distracting. I peered through the ophthalmoscope, its light illuminating the intricate structures of her eye. I examined her retina, optic nerve, and blood vessels, looking for any abnormalities.

“Your eyes are perfect.” I smiled and set the scope down and then grabbed the otoscope and slid a cover on. “Please look to your left. I said touching her cheek and gently pushing against her jaw. Softly I brushed her hair back over her ear admiring her little blue earring. I leaned in examining her inner ear and then tested the other seeing no redness or wax build up. “Her ears are good. Make a note of her piercings if you would Nurse Hart.” I smiled

“As you wish.” Mrs. Hart smiled and jotted it down on the paper.

I sat the otoscope down and pulled out a tongue depressor next. I ran my finger over her plump pouty bottom lip and smiled. "Raise your head and open your mouth wide please."

She leaned her head back and opened wide, her mouth making a wide O shape. I smiled, shining the light into the back of her mouth and looked around carefully at the bottom row and then lifting her head to check the bottom row. I saw some fillings from previous cavities but nothing recent. I always felt like I was selling horses as checked teeth.

"Her teeth are good," I smiled and gently tugged her pouty lower lip down to examine her gums. "Good gum health. Stick out your tongue."

Amanda's tongue slid past her lips, revealing its surprising length. The pink muscle unfurled, glistening with moisture in the room's light. Her tongue's sides curled up slightly, creating a gentle valley along its center. Its surface was velvety, with a subtle texture that hinted at its sensitivity. The tip was slightly pointed, and as she extended it fully, I could see how flexible and agile it was. I wondered what all she could do with that damn thing.

Her looking up at me with her mouth open and her tongue out all kinds of thoughts into my head. I gently pressed the wooden depressor on her tongue, feeling the warmth of her breath on my hand. Her tongue curled slightly at the edges, nearly touching the corners of her mouth. Leaning in closer, I examined her throat thoroughly. The back of her mouth glistened in the light, a healthy shade of pink that reach back into the warm moist inviting depths. I noticed her tonsils were missing.

“Make a note that she has had her tonsils removed.” I said. It was probably from before she could remember.

"As you wish," Mrs. Hart replied, jotting down the observation.

"Say Ahh," I said. As Amanda complied, her uvula quivered slightly with the vocalization as it glistened with saliva. Her breath was warm and smelled faintly of mint as she breathed out. Her mouth was moist and healthy pink. I watched as the back of her throat stretched open and her soft palate moved up and down. There was a brief moment of stillness as her throat settled, everything moving naturally, as it should.

"Everything looks healthy," I noted.

“I am going to test your gag reflex now.” I said warning her and she gave a little nod as she held her mouth open. I gently placed the depressor on Amanda's tongue, feeling its warmth and slid it over the wet surface slowly. As I moved it towards the back of her mouth, her tongue tensed slightly.

I touched the depressor to the back of Amanda's throat near where her tonsils would be. Her throat muscles instantly contracted. Her soft palate shot upward, and her uvula raised. Amanda's eyes widened as she made a muffled coughing sound. Her tongue pushed up instinctively against the depressor and Amanda's throat muscles tightened in response but she didn't winch meaning she had a good level of control over her gag reflex.

“Fair. Gag Reflex.” I smiled pulling the depressor away I nodded, allowing Amanda to close her mouth. The wooden tool left a temporary imprint on her tongue, which quickly faded. I tossed the depressor in the trashcan beside the desk.

“Close your mouth and stick out your tongue.” I said testing for stroke or neurological conditions of the brain. She stuck it out straight out reaching two or three inches. It stuck out perfectly straight with no deviation as it glistened with saliva. The corners curled slightly forming a cup shape

“Perfect. You are not having a stroke.” I smiled.

“Can you touch your tongue to your nose?” I asked. Amanda nodded and her tongue darted out again, and she managed to just graze the tip of her nose with it. She had a surprisingly long tongue, a trait she was quite obviously proud of as her lips curled into a smile. The pink tip of her tongue left a slight sheen on her upper lip as she retracted it, her smile widening further. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have that long tongue run along the length of my cock.

“Above average flexibility and length.” I smiled. The words came out huskier than I intended, betraying my attempt at composure. I tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but I could feel a slight warmth creeping up my crotch.

"Okay." I said grabbing the breath analyzer and sliding on the disposable cap. I held it out for her. "Wrap your lips around this and breath into this as hard as you can." I smiled.

As she reached for the device, the exam table shifted slightly under her weight as she leaned forward showing off her full breasts as they hung in her brassier. Her fingers brushed against mine and the warmth of her skin lingered on my hand, her touch soft yet deliberate as she rested her hand on mine.

Her pink luscious lips parted, then closed around the analyzer tightly, forming a perfect seal. Her blue eyes locked onto mine as she prepared to blow, a hint of determination in her gaze. The soft curve of her neck drew my attention as she tilted her head slightly.

Her cheeks puffed up for a second as she blew into it for a few seconds and the device beeped. I turned it over to see her lung capacity was good at four point eight liters, which is within the normal range for an adult woman. She had no traces of THC or nicotine in her lungs but her blood **** pinged at a very small amount possibly from the night before as it was barely noticeable at point zero one percent. It could have been a glass of wine with her parents for all I knew.

“Good lung capacity.” I smiled. Mrs. Hart leaned in looking over my shoulder, her body brushing against me as she did, to write down the numbers as I showed her the display. I felt the soft full roundness of her arm brush against my arm as she looked over my shoulder.

I removed the disposable paper cap and I put the breath analyzer back in the drawer then I reached up and undid the collar around her neck and put it and the monitor away in the cart as it now had a few minutes of data and her vitals had stayed well within the green.

“When was the last time you had a cold?” I reached up and placed my thumbs on her neck feeling her pulse on either side then used my thumbs to feel around her neck checking for any swelling in her lymph nods.

“Last winter.” She shrugged. So almost a year I thought.

I moved my hand around feeling her smooth skin under my touch.

“Swallow for me.” I moved to her throat checking her Thyroid Gland and trachea pressing at her throat with my thumbs as I felt her throat rise and fall as she gulped. She had

I moved my hands over her shoulders to to her spine. “Look to the left as far as you can.” I instructed and she turned her head away toward her shoulder. “Now turn your head to the right as far as you can.” I said and she turned the other way as I felt her spine and the muscles in her neck move. “Look back up at me and then look up as far as you can.” She turned back at me and then looked up at the ceiling exposing her long neck. Her skin felt soft under my fingers and warm against my palms.

“Good range of motion in your neck.” I smiled letting my thumb caress her cheek making her smile and bit her lip as she looked up at me.