Monsters, Inc.

I’m at my gynecologist’s office for my regular pelvic exam. This is my first visit with this doctor – she was recommended to me by my regular doctor last month when he announced that he was leaving his practice.

The nurse ushers me into the examination room, takes my temperature, blood pressure, all the usual stuff. Then she tells me to undress and put on the typical backless hospital gown. When she’s done, she turns to leave, saying that the doctor will be right in. I do as I’m told, looking around the office at the miscellaneous magazines and posters. I notice a peculiar odor in the room, but it’s faint, and I can’t place it.

After awhile, the doctor enters, followed by the nurse, and smiles warmly. She’s a young woman of about 35, with bobbed brunette hair and large, full breasts that thrust out aggressively against her low-cut pink top, not concealed very much by her unbuttoned white lab coat.

“Good morning, Kimiko,” she says. “I’m Doctor Dinsmore. Now, if you’ll get up on the bed and put your feet in the stirrups, we’ll have a look.”

I climb up on the bed and raise my legs, parting them and bending my knees, resting my feet in the stirrups. I’ve never been very embarrassed about doing this, even with male gynecologists. I guess I’ve got a little bit of an exhibitionist streak.

She’s about to begin her examination when the receptionist pokes her head in and tells the doctor that she has an important phone call. The doctor apologizes and tells me she’ll be right back. She leaves, again followed by the nurse. They close the door behind them.

I lie there for a few minutes, suddenly beginning to feel a little bit self-conscious. I begin to wonder if something is wrong here. Just as this thought crosses my mind, two thick, green tentacles suddenly slither from beneath the bed and twine themselves several times around my ankles, holding my feet in the stirrups! I scream in fright and struggle against them, but they are powerful and I can’t escape them. Seconds later, two more tentacles rise from beneath the bed, hover in the air as if searching for something, and then grab at me! I wave my arms in a vain effort to fight them off, but soon one of them wraps itself around my wrist and yanks it violently down to my side. I try to grab the tentacle with my other hand to free myself, but it’s too strong. Soon the other tentacle finds my wrist and slithers around it, too, and pulls my hand violently away. I’m still screaming in fear and panic as I’m held tightly by this other-worldly creature. I can only hope that the nurse or the doctor will return and do something to help me.

Finally, after struggling for several minutes, I fall back, exhausted and gasping for breath. And then, raising my head and looking between my legs, I see it. It appears to be the head of a giant mollusk, like a huge squid, but of a species unknown on Earth. The head is spade-like, coming to a point, with two eyes on long stalks, both staring at me, unblinking. I scream again, fearing for my life.

A fifth tentacle, similar to the others, has risen from beneath the creature, slithering up between my legs. I’m shaking with fear as the tip of it reaches the top of the gown. It curls around the top of the gown, and then suddenly, violently, lurches backward. The cloth rips and is torn away from my naked body as I scream again, to no avail. I am helpless and utterly at the mercy of this horrible entity.

Another appendage, a different one, emerges between my spread legs, as the first four continue to hold me in an iron grip. It’s almost like a large, eyeless snake as it moves upward, a forked tongue slithering out periodically. After a moment, it slides up my body, leaving a trail of greenish slime as it moves up my body. I’m sobbing and trembling as the reptilian appendage explores my body. The creature continues to stare at me with those malevolent, unblinking, baleful eyes. I feel the snake-like appendage against my skin now as it slithers, wet and slimy, up over my stomach and between my breasts. Sensing the rise of my left breast, it slowly encircles it, tightening in a coil around it, squeezing it tightly, causing my nipple to distend. The snake-head rises above my breast, like a cobra about to strike, and I see it’s jaws slowly open, revealing two needle-like fangs. With a sudden powerful movement, it strikes, driving the twin fangs directly into my nipple. I scream in pain and fear as the fangs sink into my tender flesh, my muscles tensing convulsively. The pain is intense for a moment, and I sense that some kind of venom is being pumped into my blood stream.