The Testogram

Hello Reddit, I just saw a fellow long time lurker post a story here, so I figured I’d post one of my own stories that I wrote years ago and had originally posted on Tumblr, so some of you may have already read it. It’s pretty short, but if you like my style let me know and maybe I’ll get back into writing more!

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The Testogram (Testicular Mammogram) The day I turned 15 was the day that American oncologist Dr. Amy Herricks discovered a new kind of cancer that grew inside of the testicle. Because the new cancer would grow inside the testicles so deep, it could not be detected by already common testicle exams. She worked to gain funding for a new machine that could automatically scan for cancer in the testicles, the Testogram. And the week after my 16th birthday, she got it. Men would visit the doctor once a year beginning at the age of 16 in order to scan for any abnormalities. Any men over the age of 60 would be neutered to avoid the cancer. Lucky me, cancer runs in the family. I had always grown up without a dad. He left when I was 2 months old and I don't remember him. But I grew up with my mom. She was sweet and kind. An active member of the church too. She was diagnosed with breast cancer 4 years ago when she was 35. They got rid of it, but since then she's had to have a mammogram every year. After the machine was approved, Dr. Amy was able to get the new Testogram machines settled in at hospitals around the country. My mom scheduled a scan for me as soon as she could. In order to prepare for the procedure, I was not allowed to masturbate for 3 days before. Once my appointment date arrived, I had to wear boxers and nylon shorts. It was a hot August day and about 95°F outside. Walking into the hospital was a nice air conditioned relief, but it was short lived as I entered the Testogram clinic. It felt as if I'd stepped back outside again. "Hello. Can I please have your name?"asked the young blonde girl behind the desk. My mom answered her with my name to which the girl replied, "have a seat the nurse will be right out." After 5 minutes of sitting a nurse came out of a solid wooden door. She was a skinny brunette with light brown eyes and tan skin. She said my name aloud and I got up and walked over to her, my mother remained sitting. As I walked into the hall way I heard the clank and click of the door closing and latching behind me. I followed the nurse into a brightly lit room. There was a machine in the middle of the room and a half-wall divider with a glass window a couple feet to the left of it. The nurse walked over to the machine and I got to see it close up. There was a 1 inch thick steel plate on the bottom with a half inch thick piece of clear plexiglass 6 inches above it. There were also 2 sideways U shaped pieces facing each other. The nurse asked me to remove my shorts and underwear so I did. She pressed a switch on the side of the machine which raised both plates so that the metal plate was directly at my crotch level. Then she took my loose testicles in her soft, ungloved hands and placed them on the ice cold steel plate. Quickly after that the two U shaped pieces closed together around the base of my scrotum with the testicles on the plate. The U shaped pieces continued to close together until they were tightly wrapped around my scrotum. "These are for holding your testicles on the plate." explained the nurse. "To make sure they don't slide off during the scan." She repositioned my testicles on the plate so the cords were out of the way and told me to stand right up against the machine. The U shaped pieces which now formed a tight O around my scrotum pulled towards the plates to allow the testicles to lye flat. She stepped behind the wall and pressed a button and slowly the plexiglass plate began to descend towards the steel plate. 5 inches. 4 inches. 3 inches. 2 inches. The plate touched my testicles and stopped. I squirmed and tried to back away a step. "Stand right up to the plates please." The young nurse requested. I straightened up and held my body up against the machine. She pressed another button and the plate descended a bit more, now 1 inch above the steel plate. I could see through the top of the glass my testicles up against the glass. Starting to become pale white. The plate continued to descend lower. I wriggled and squirmed in place but tried to stay against the machine. 7/8 inch. "You can shout or cry if you need to." Offered the nurse, oblivious to the intense pain I was in. "just remember to breathe." The machine continued to squeeze my testicles between the steel and glass plates. 3/4 inch. I shouted in pain as tears began to flow from my eyes. I looked down and through my tear blurred eyes could see a single round flesh piece with two distinct whitened ovals from my separate testicles. "Let me know when you can't take any more," the nurse innocently warned me as the plate descended to 5/8 inch. "I can't take any more!!"I shouted between screams of anguish. My testicles were on fire and the pain had spread to my stomach. "I think we can go a bit more," the nurse suggested. The plate descended again now to 1/2 inch. I was wailing in pain and my testicles felt like they were crushed flat. The nurse came out from behind the wall and walked over to the machine. She bent down slightly to examine my testicles which resembled more of a small pancake and smiled a bit as she did so. She reached up and pulled down the large x-Ray camera and positioned it over my aching testicles.

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She retreated back to behind the wall and for what felt like hours took x-rays of my testicles, stopping occasionally to reposition the camera over one or both testicles. After 15 minutes of x-rays, she pressed a button from behind the wall and the glass plate began to rise up off of my pancake-pressed testicles. Just as fast as the plate went up, my testicles inflated to their normal shape and the U pieces separated, releasing my sore, aching testicles. She asked me if I would need a wheelchair to be wheeled back out or if I could walk. I told her I would walk and delicately pulled my boxers and shorts back on, avoiding pulling them too high into my tender testicles. "See you next year," she said as I walked down the hallway towards the door to the lobby.