Maddie, preventative measures

Maddie thumps her feet idly against the exam table as she sits waiting for the doctor. A sheet covers her legs while her panties and jeans are on the chair in the corner of the exam room, with her pink panties sitting conspicuously visible on top of her jeans.

Why do her exposed pink panties suddenly irk her? The doctor’s going to see a lot more of her very shortly. Unhelpfully, she suddenly realizes that she’s inadvertently matched her panties and her pink socks. Innocuous in itself but she can’t help but feel the coincidence accentuating both.

She winces. Her stitched vagina is mostly healed, but she’s undoubtedly slowed the process by answering her newfound arousal far earlier than was appropriate. She reaches under the sheet and gingerly touches. Unwillingly she imagines the speculum stretching her open. She curls and uncurls her toes.

Memories of her screaming and shrieking through the agony of birthing her twins live still fresh in her memory, but so does the most intense orgasm she can remember ever having in her life that accompanied the process. Just to attempt to relive that, she knows she wants to one day go through the whole process again.

But not now. Paying for school had been difficult enough before having twins. Now a single mom of two, the last thing she can afford is more. She hates the thought of taking active measures to prevent pregnancy while pining for it. But she has to be prudent.

The IUD in its packaging as well as the tools for the procedure are laid out on a tray beside her. Just waiting now for the doctor to come and use them on her.

***

“You’ll feel some pressure now.”

Maddie’s hands tighten, folded across her chest. She breathes deeply as the speculum enters her vagina. She closes her eyes, an action that quickly turns into a wince as the speculum opens a bit more quickly and forcefully than she’d anticipated. Her sensitive vagina suddenly burns as it stretches.

Her cervix is no better as it stings from whatever is scraping against it. She curls her toes in the stirrups. She continues breathing deeply.

“A small pinch.”

The doctor proceeds before Maddie can prepare herself. Sharp pain pierces into her cervix and her belly cramps intensely in response. Tears immediately spring to her eyes and she shouts in pain. Her previously folded hands grab at the sides of the exam table.

The shock of this dual-pronged pain lingers for a few more seconds before it subsides somewhat. Where has she felt this before? Oh yes, early labor felt quite similar before it escalated beyond all imagination.

“A bit of a cramp as I use this tool to measure your uterus.”

Maddie tenses involuntarily as she expects another immediate wave of pain but this one takes a few seconds longer. With time to properly brace herself, she can only unpleasantly imagine and anticipate. Now she’s torn on what she would prefer. She glances to the side, where she can still see her panties in full view atop her jeans. How she longs for them now.

A much more intense cramp courses through her and she whimpers, gripping the table harder with both hands while her feet pull up at the ankles. Tears begin to leak out. She remembers the nurses coaching her to breathe. She remembers desperately trying to obey. She tries to do the same now, steady breaths to get through this eerily familiar pain. She breathes as this wave of pain recedes.

“Almost done. One more cramp, just like last time.”

Just like last time. New tears well up in anticipation. She keeps her grip on the exam table tight even as this pain fades for now. She relaxes her feet and wiggles her toes. Just one more to get through. She breathes. Slow, steady breaths.

A flash of piercing pain shoots through her cervix and her uterus twists like a vise in response, cramps pounding into her. She shouts twice in succession before she clenches her jaw and whimpers. Her toes first curl upwards and then downwards. Tears are flowing freely from her squeezed shut eyes.

She almost wants to push, like she had in the stirrups while trying desperately to crown her two boys while contractions ripped through her. But there’s no pressure compelling her to do so, no sign of the final stretching that led to that moment of climax, memories of which so captivate her. This pain reminds her of nothing but the hours of helpless agony where all she could do was wait.

“And we’re done. Just going to get all of this equipment out of you. You did so well.”

Maddie remembers the nurses and doctor reassuring her she was doing well, while she wailed and shouted and screamed. She lets out a whine as the pain lingers before beginning to recede. She releases her grip and finds her hands sweaty. She reaches up and wipes her eyes, still breathing down the pain.

It’s the prudent thing to do, she tells herself again. That agony turned ecstasy of her vagina stretching isn’t going to be something she can attempt to recreate for a while now that she’s gotten this procedure done. But one day she’ll have the opportunity to try and do it all again.

***

Maddie: taking an Uber back. how are the boys? can you stay with me for a little while after I get back? this wasn’t fun and i’m not feeling great.

Heather: of course! so sorry to hear it was rough. the boys are asleep, miraculously.

***

Maddie lies on her couch, a heating pad pressed to her lower belly. Her jeans are tossed on the floor beside her and a blanket covers her from the waist down to her ankles, while her feet in their pink socks poke out the end. Her classmate kneels beside her, holding her hand.

“Thanks so much for babysitting. And for this.”

“Don’t mention it! I can’t imagine how overwhelming all this must be right now.”

“I can’t believe I planned to go to class this afternoon.” Maddie grimaces in pain.

Heather laughs ruefully. “I can skip it too and stay with you?”

“No, we’ve missed too much as it is. Can you show me your notes later?”

“Sure thing.” Heather strokes Maddie’s hair and squeezes her hand. Maddie grins weakly at her friend. Heather’s own smile is soothing. What difference a comforting hand to hold would’ve made when Maddie was birthing her twins.

***

Heather reluctantly leaves for class, and Maddie secretly and silently stares after her, admiring her figure.