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Overwatch ENF: Doctor Knows Best	By : Meowshi Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Symmetra's eyes fluttered open to the sight of a blinding fluorescent light above her and the beeping of an EKG machine beside her, the last thing she remembered was the sensation of the hard floor rushing up to meet her.
Moaning groggily and lifting her head to assess her surroundings, she quickly noticed that she wasn’t alone. She was surrounded by a group of young faces, and in their midst stood a tall woman with short red hair, a heavily-scarred right arm, and strikingly heterochromatic eyes that gave her a wicked appearance.
“...M-moira? Where am I?” Symmetra placed her hands in front of her eyes, trying to block out the harsh ceiling lights in the room.
In all fairness, Moira managed to answer in a professional manner, “After performing the exercises I asked of you, you experienced a syncopal episode due to a sudden decrease in cerebral perfusion caused by the physical exertion. Consequently, you had to be relocated to a monitoring room to facilitate continuous monitoring of your vital signs and the administration of intravenous fluids.”
“I passed out?” Symmetra mumbled as her recollection began to return, quickly followed by her sense of modesty.
She quickly realized that she had been having this whole conversation on a hospital bed with her legs spread wide open. And naturally , no one had seen fit to place a gown or bedsheet on her. She snapped her legs together and looked at Moira accusatorily.
“You moved to another room?!” she jumped up in a rage, causing a few of the EKG electrodes to fall off her bare chest. “Didn’t you say I couldn’t be moved until after the examination was done!? Isn’t that why you had me … go into a damn bottle?”
The sound of Moira's chin being tapped filled the room as she paused in deep thought. “Did I say that?” she mused before shrugging, “Well, it's hardly relevant now. Our concern was for your safety, and in light of the circumstances, we were permitted to forgo some of the usual infectious disease protocols.”
Symmetra shook her head in disbelief at the audacity of the woman.
“I have some more good news for you,” Moira said oblivious to the angry look the woman was giving her, “There are only two more procedures you have to endure before we can start administering the remedies for your illness. We’re almost done!”
The news that the examination was nearly complete provided a glimmer of hope, and Symmetra felt a flicker of energy return to her body. Despite feeling drained and humiliated by the day's events, the prospect of being cured and being allowed to exist out in the open world again was a small consolation.
Moira gave a nod to the students, and they started to remove the remaining EKG electrodes from Symmetra's body. As fifteen-or-so hands moved over her bare skin, Symmetra naturally felt a cold, humiliated chill run down her spine, but she gritted her teeth, determined to get through the rest of the day.

“I'm going to need you to reposition yourself on that bed,” Moira said as she began withdrawing a long flexible tube from an equipment closet in the corner, “On your hands and knees please.”
Symmetra felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she was told to get into such a revealing position, but she was past the point of arguing. She dropped into the explicit position, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But although she had never been so exposed or humiliated in her life, she knew that there was nowhere to run.
The compromising position revealed all of her secrets to the room, including the tightly-closed lips of her vagina and the dark brown skin around her anus, with its visible folds and wrinkles puckering with each of her nervous breaths. The students positioned closest to the orifice could discern a very faith scent emanating from it, which was not exactly a pleasant scent, but not overpowering either. It had a more musky, earthy aroma.
With her ass now pointed out obscenely towards the students, that meant her face was now angled toward the head of the bed. In this position, she could now see the massive holoscreen that was mounted on the wall above her head. She suddenly realized what this latest procedure would likely entail and her head drooped in despair as she rested her face in her hands.
She heard Moira's familiar footsteps approaching her from behind, but she couldn't bear to open her eyes. She tried to keep her thoughts focused on something else, anything else, but the sound of the camera being prepared was deafening in the silent room. The clicks and whirrs of the machinery sounded eerie and foreboding to her, like the tolling of funeral bells commemorating the death of her dignity.
While Symmetra's face was buried in her hands, Moira was snapping on a pair of gloves and lubricating her finger. The students were fidgeting, impatiently waiting for what they knew was about to come.
The geneticist lifted one of Symmetra’s ample cheeks, fully exposing her anus. The woman recoiled under her touch but she ignored that.
“Now, this might feel a bit uncomfortable,” Moira warned, “but it’s important that you're ready for the camera.”
Symmetra nodded, but her throat felt tight and her heart was pounding in her chest. She tried to relax her muscles as much as possible, but her body was tense with anxiety.
The geneticist ignored her discomfort and lifted one of Symmetra’s cheeks, exposing her anus.
“Now, this might feel a bit uncomfortable,” Moira warned, “but it’s important that we get a sample.”
Symmetra nodded, but her throat felt tight and her heart was pounding in her chest. She tried to relax her muscles as much as possible, but her body was tense with anxiety.
Moira inserted a gloved finger into Symmetra’s rectum, and the Indian woman gasped at the sensation. Moira was expecting some level of resistance that she would have to work through, but she was surprised by how easily her finger glided in. A smile spread over her face. She bent down and whispered in Symmetra's ear, “You minx, you're no stranger to this are you?”
Symmetra was uncomfortable answering such a personal question, but it was true. She knew exactly how to relax her muscles and allow a digit in because she enjoyed butt-play recreationally. Though in truth, it had been a while since she'd done anything with her backdoor, as she hadn't been romantic with anyone in quite some time.
Her mind briefly flashed back several years to a clandestine meeting she had with the Blackwatch agent Genji Shimada. She remembered how his grace and elegance had immediately appealed to her, and how his extensive cybernetic enhancements had seemed so ... impressive ... from a technological standpoint. She remembered how those cybernetic arms has felt wrapped around her, how good his fingers felt as they pressed against her back entrance...
A searing pain suddenly woke Symmetra from her revelry and she bucked heavily against the bed.
"The colonoscope is a bit thicker than a finger, I'm afraid," Moira purred from behind her.
Symmetra took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, but the smell of antiseptic and her own sweat was overwhelming. She could feel the cold metal of the colonoscopy camera as it pushed inside her and she shuddered involuntarily.
The sensation was uncomfortable and invasive, and Symmetra couldn't help but squirm and clench her muscles in response. As the camera moved deeper into her colon, Symmetra could feel the pressure building inside her. It felt like she was voiding her bowels, but in reverse. She tried again to relax her muscles, to let the scope move freely, but her body had ceased responding to her commands. She felt like she was being violated in the most intimate way possible.
Moira watched the monitor intently, guiding the scope through the twists and turns of Symmetra's intestines. It was almost like she was a director filming Symmetra's on-screen debut! She pointed out areas of concern and areas of inflammation, but Symmetra refused to look at the holoscreen. She tried instead to focus on her breathing, to distract herself from the discomfort.
The room was silent except for the humiliating sound of the camera moving through her body. The whirring of the machinery and the beeping of the monitor were punctuated by her occasional grunts of pain. She knew she sounded unladylike and was beyond the point of caring.
"Looks like we hit gold!" Moira tittered to herself, eliciting a few laughs from the students, but most were simply too stunned to speak. Symmetra's nature inquisitiveness got the best of her and she looked up at the monitor to see what the geneticist was referring to. Symmetra was horrified when she saw her own excrement displayed on the medical-grade holoscreen with crystal-clear, high-resolution clarity.
And then, suddenly, the procedure was over. Moira slowly withdrew the scope from Symmetra's body, and the Indian woman let out a sigh of relief.
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