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Vaginal Resus

a short story

"Come on in, Naomi," Dr. Alex said, her voice calm and professional, a stark contrast to the storm of nerves churning in Naomi's stomach. The clinic was as sterile as ever, the smell of antiseptic a constant reminder of why she was there. She stepped into the exam room, the cold floor tiles sending a shiver up her spine, despite the warmth of the room."So, tell me what's been going on," Dr. Alex began, her eyes scanning Naomi's medical chart. Naomi took a deep breath, the weight of her condition pressing against her chest, making her breasts feel heavier than usual. "It's just... I can't seem to get rid of this constant... arousal," she stammered, blushing at the words. "And the milk, it's just there, no matter what I do."Dr. Alex nodded understandingly, setting aside the clipboard and approaching the exam table. "Let's have a look then," she said, her voice gentle. Naomi could feel the heat emanating from the doctor's body as she helped her up onto the table, the coldness of the stirrups biting into her legs as she spread them wide. The paper beneath her was rough against her skin, making her even more aware of the wetness between her thighs.As Dr. Alex began to examine her, Naomi couldn't help but notice the doctor's eyes lingering slightly on her engorged breasts, a hint of curiosity in her gaze.

She felt a rush of embarrassment, but also a strange thrill at the thought of someone else being drawn to her in such a primal way. The doctor's latex-gloved fingers were deft as they probed and poked, searching for any signs of infection or irregularities. Naomi's nipples tightened in response, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core."Everything seems normal," Dr. Alex murmured, her voice close to a whisper. "But let's check your heart rate while I examine you." She placed the stethoscope to Naomi's chest, the cool metal sending another shiver through her body. Each beat was a reminder of the pulsing need between her legs. "It's a bit elevated," the doctor noted, raising an eyebrow, "but I suspect that's more from the situation than your condition."Naomi felt the doctor's eyes on her again as she began to palpate her breasts, the gloved hands gentle yet firm. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before—partly medical, mostly erotic. The room was so quiet she could hear the rustle of the paper beneath her, the faint sound of the doctor's breathing, and the muffled thumping of her own heart. Dr. Alex's expression was one of concentration, but there was something more, a hint of something unspoken in the way her eyes darted to Naomi's face and back down to her chest."I see what you mean," Dr. Alex said, her voice a little hoarser than before. "Your milk ducts are very... active." Naomi's cheeks burned as the doctor squeezed one of her nipples, a bead of milk escaping and rolling down her breast. "It's not uncommon with your condition, but we should monitor it."The doctor's hand lingered a moment too long, her thumb making slow circles around the areola. Naomi couldn't help but let out a soft gasp as a warm sensation began to pool in her belly. Dr. Alex looked up, her eyes meeting Naomi's, and for a moment, the air in the room seemed to thicken.

The doctor's gaze dropped to Naomi's bare thighs, her eyes tracing the path of the dampness from her inner thighs to the apex of her legs."I think we should monitor your heart rate while you're... experiencing this arousal," Dr. Alex suggested, her voice low and measured. She reached for the blood pressure cuff and wrapped it around Naomi's upper arm, pumping it up tight. The hiss of air filled the room as the cuff tightened, and Naomi felt her heart stutter in anticipation.

"This will give us a better understanding of how your body is responding."The doctor's eyes remained focused on the gauge, but her hand hovered over Naomi's pulse, her thumb tracing the throb beneath the skin. "Your heart is racing," she said, her own breath quickening. The air in the room was thick with unspoken tension, the only sound the slow release of the cuff as it loosened its grip. "It might be best if I... if I perform a more thorough examination."

Without waiting for a response, Dr. Alex leaned in, her face close to Naomi's neck. She placed her hand gently around Naomi's throat, her thumb pressing lightly against her windpipe. "I need to make sure everything is okay," she murmured, her eyes dark with a new intensity. "Do you trust me?"Naomi swallowed hard, the sensation of the doctor's thumb on her throat sending a wave of arousal through her. She nodded, unable to speak. Dr. Alex's gaze never left hers as she leaned closer, her other hand sliding down to cover one of Naomi's breasts completely. The pressure increased slightly, and Naomi could feel the doctor's thumb pulse in time with her own heartbeat.Without warning, the room began to spin, and Naomi's chest tightened. Her breath grew ragged, and she realized with horror that she couldn't draw in enough air. Dr. Alex's grip was too strong, and she began to panic. Her eyes grew wide, and she reached up to pull at the doctor's hand, but her body was already starting to convulse. The doctor's face remained calm, almost serene, as Naomi's legs thrashed wildly in the stirrups.

Her vision grew dark around the edges as the oxygen in her brain dwindled. She felt the doctor's hand move to her chest, pressing down firmly as if trying to keep her heart beating. Naomi's body arched off the table, her back bowing as the seizure took hold. The cold metal of the stethoscope was forgotten, clattering to the floor as the doctor's focus shifted entirely to keeping her patient alive."Naomi," Dr. Alex called urgently, her voice a beacon in the fog. "Naomi, can you hear me?"There was no response. Naomi's body had gone limp, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. Dr. Alex's hand shot to Naomi's neck to check her pulse. It was there, but it was weak, barely a flutter against her fingertips. Her eyes darted to the clock on the wall, counting the seconds that felt like hours. "Shit," she muttered to herself.With no time to waste, she leaned in, her own heart hammering in her chest. Her breath was warm against Naomi's cool skin as she placed her mouth over hers, sealing the connection. She could feel Naomi's heart stuttering under her palm, the beat erratic and faint. Dr. Alex breathed deeply, filling Naomi's lungs with oxygen, willing her body to respond.

Her chest compressed gently as she performed CPR, her breasts brushing against Naomi's with every push. Each breath she gave was filled with an urgency that went beyond the medical protocol—it was as if she were willing life back into her with every exhale. The doctor's own breaths grew more ragged as she worked, her mind racing with scenarios of what might be happening."Come on, Naomi," Dr. Alex murmured, her voice a mix of concern and determination. She felt the pulse in Naomi's neck growing stronger, but she knew she couldn't let up yet. The lactating woman's chest rose and fell with the rhythm of the CPR, her breasts jostling with each compression.As the doctor's mind raced through possible causes for this sudden cardiac event, her hands moved lower. Naomi's arousal had not ceased, even in her unconscious state. The thought occurred to her that perhaps the sexual stimulation was somehow linked to her heart condition. It was a stretch, but in the world of medicine, nothing was off-limits until proven otherwise.

With trembling fingers, Dr. Alex reached for the ECG electrodes, her eyes never leaving Naomi's unconscious form. She knew the risks of what she was about to do, the line she was crossing, but the potential revelation was too tempting. Carefully, she applied the first electrode to the base of Naomi's spine, just above her tailbone. The second one went to the top of her mons, the soft skin of her pelvis. The third and fourth she placed around the swollen lips of her vulva, making sure the gel was spread evenly for a good connection.The monitor beeped to life, the green line dancing across the screen as it measured Naomi's heartbeat. Dr. Alex studied the rhythm, her mind racing with hypotheses. The placement of the electrodes was unorthodox, but if there was a correlation between her patient's arousal and her heart condition, it was a step she had to take. The room was eerily quiet, the only sound the persistent beep of the heart rate monitor and their mingled breaths.Without warning, Naomi's body convulsed again, her hips bucking off the table. Dr. Alex's eyes widened, her gaze darting down to see Naomi's pussy glisten with a fresh coat of arousal. The thought that her patient might be experiencing a sexual seizure was as disturbing as it was fascinating. She knew that continuing with the exam in this state was unorthodox, but the medical puzzle before her was too intriguing to ignore.

Her mind racing, the doctor reached down, her gloved hand sliding between Naomi's legs. The folds of her sex were slick and hot to the touch, and she felt the muscles there contract around her fingers as she inserted them gently. The ECG monitor spiked with each movement, the green line jumping erratically on the screen."It's working," Dr. Alex murmured, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and concern. "Your heart rate is stabilizing." With each stroke, she watched the rhythm on the monitor even out, the beeps growing steadier. The room was a whirlwind of sensations—the scent of fear and arousal, the feel of Naomi's body responding beneath her touch, the sound of their combined breaths, heavy with the weight of the moment.Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, Naomi's body went still, the seizure ceased. But the hiccups remained, her diaphragm spasming uncontrollably. And with each hic, a spurt of milk shot from her nipples, painting the doctor's gloved hand and the sterile white paper beneath them. It was an oddly erotic sight, and one that Alex couldn't help but find fascinating in its own strange way.The doctor's eyes narrowed as she studied the ECG readings, the rhythmic hiccups sending Naomi's heart into erratic beats. "This isn't normal," she murmured to herself, the situation growing more complex by the second. She knew that hiccups could be a sign of nerve irritation, and the lactating spasms suggested a connection to the vagus nerve—which also affected the heart.Her hand still lodged between Naomi's legs, Dr. Alex felt the sudden need to act. She knew that a vaginal seizure could be dangerous, potentially leading to a more serious condition. Quickly, she withdrew her fingers, her mind racing through the possible complications. The milk continued to spurt with each hic, creating a bizarre, mesmerizing pattern across the doctor's hand and the exam table.Her eyes searched the room, landing on the defibrillator hanging on the wall. It was a tool typically used for heart emergencies, but in this case, she had to think outside the box. Without wasting another second, she grabbed the device, her heart pounding in her chest. This was a gamble, but she had to try something to stabilize Naomi's condition.With trembling hands, she applied the gel pads to either side of Naomi's pelvic area, just above the hips. The woman's hiccups grew more intense, the milk now spraying in rhythmic bursts that matched the erratic beat of her heart. Dr. Alex took a deep breath, the gravity of the situation settling heavily on her shoulders."Hold on, Naomi," she whispered, her voice a mix of calm reassurance and the excitement of a researcher on the cusp of a breakthrough. She glanced at the defibrillator, the device that could potentially be the answer to this bizarre medical riddle.Dr. Alex charged the defibrillator, the electric crackle in the air raising the hairs on her arms. She knew this was a gamble, but the urgency to help her patient overrode any hesitation. She leaned over Naomi, her eyes locked onto her clenched stomach. "Ready?" she whispered, more to herself than to the unconscious woman.With a firm grip, she placed the pads onto Naomi's hips, the cold gel a stark contrast to the heat of her skin. She took a deep breath and pushed the button.The room was filled with the crack of electricity as Naomi's body arched off the table, her legs kicking wildly. The doctor watched as the pussy juice shot into the air, a fine mist that hung in the air for a moment before raining down. The smell of burnt flesh mingled with the scent of sex, making the air thick with the intensity of the situation. Naomi's chest buckled, her breasts heaving as her diaphragm contracted violently.

Her hiccups ceased abruptly, the sudden silence almost deafening. Dr. Alex's heart was in her throat as she waited for the ECG to tell her if her gamble had paid off. For a moment, the only sounds were the doctor's own ragged breaths and the soft patter of the milk droplets landing on the sterile floor.Slowly, the line on the monitor began to even out, the beeps growing more regular. "It worked," Dr. Alex murmured, a mix of relief and amazement in her voice. The defibrillation had done more than just stop the seizure; it had also halted Naomi's intense arousal, allowing her body to finally relax.As the last of the aftershocks rippled through her, Naomi's eyes snapped open with an orgasmic scream that echoed through the small exam room. She was immediately aware of the doctor's hands on her body, the sensation of the gel between her legs, and the smell of ozone in the air. For a moment, she didn't understand where she was or what was happening, the fog of confusion clouding her mind.

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