Overwatch ENF: Doctor Knows Best

Symmetra stood up on the platform, her shoulders hunched and her arm wrapped demurely across her breasts. Her confidence had shattered, and she now adopted a position of embarrassment, with her legs tilted inward and tightly shut. She averted her gaze and showed several physical signs of discomfort, including fidgeting and sweating. 

“When a patient is ill,” Moira’s sharp, sterile tone brought Symmetra out of her thoughts, “It is standard procedure to test their urine. This is because urine analysis provides valuable information about the body's metabolic functions and can detect the presence of any abnormal substances, such as bacteria or excess protein. It helps us identify any underlying health conditions and monitor the effectiveness of treatments.”

Symmetra wasn’t too surprised by this, she knew that medical checkups often involved the embarrassing process of urinating into a specimen-collection container. She was about to ask where the room with a commode was located when Moira reappeared crouched at her thighs and held a handheld, female urinal up to her vagina. 

“Whenever you’re ready,” the geneticist cooed, the hint of a smile flashing on her expressionless face.

A blush of realization swept over her face as Symmetra stared, dumbstruck, at the woman at her crotch.

“Absolutely not, Moira,” she declared resolutely. This was one step too far, one humiliation too extreme. “I’ll provide a sample in a private bathroom.”

Moira nodded understandably before responding, “Unfortunately, you can’t leave this room until your examination is completed, and there is no adjacent bathroom connected to this room. An oversight on my part, I apologize.”

Lying bitch.

“Oversight or not, I will not be … voiding myself right here in front of an audience,” the Indian woman affirmed, searching her mind for the least embarrassing term for urination possible. 

“You signed the consent forms—”

“I do not care what I signed, Moira. I am not doing it.”

The two uncompromising women locked eyes, each accustomed to having things go their way. Unexpectedly, Moira was the one to raise her hands in surrender and give in. “Fine, I suppose we can end this examination here…”

Despite her nakedness, Symmetra smiled proudly at having bested the woman.

“Of course, if you choose to decline the continuation of this examination, then you be remanded to a holding room here in the Ministry as per our standard procedures. In Oasis, we prioritize our contracts and infectious disease protocols above everything else. While I’m sure that your highly-paid Vishkar lawyers may be able to secure your release in a few days, the way you squirm and recoil every time my finger grazes against one of those welts on your body, I cannot doubt you can stand being in this condition for another couple of days.”

Symmetra’s expression fell as the truth of Moira’s words hit her like a ton of bricks.

She once again gazed down at the woman crouched between her thighs, but this time with a defeated expression. She grimaced, silently cursing Moira in her head, and forced herself to push down on her bladder. Her nose scrunched up as she concentrated, adopting a cute and straining expression. But as nothing seemed to be happening, Moira began gently kneading Symmetra's lower stomach, hoping to stimulate her natural bodily functions.

A sudden anticipatory stillness filled the room, only to be replaced by a sharp hissing sound as a powerful stream of piss shot out from Symmetra’s urethral opening. The urine splashed harshly against the plastic container that Moira held up to her crotch, filling the room with a sound so obscene that Symmetra couldn’t bear to keep her eyes open. Her legs quivered in embarrassment, causing a few droplets to veer off-course and splash onto the linoleum floor.  Finally, Symmetra felt herself emptying and the stream sputtered off. The neatly-trimmed hair covering her slit was left dripping.

Moira held up the handheld medical jug like a trophy in her hand. As Symmetra had been guzzling water for the past week, the liquid was clear and didn’t smell too foul, but that didn’t do much to ease her embarrassment. 

“We'll send this off to get tested right away,” Moira said contentedly, enjoying the feeling of body heat emanating off the steaming jug of piss.