Despite his extreme distress at the sheer amount of liquid invading his ass— his penis continued to grow. As his shame heightened he attempted desperately to convey to them his very real concern that his bowels are surely near to bursting!

The authoritative woman pressed something as he continued to squirm. The table repositioned his legs so his knees were not folded quite as closely and his bottom tilted up even higher.

His emotions began to overwhelm him and B began to bawl like an infant. Big crocodile tears rolled out from the corners of his eyes as he fought against his restraints begging to whatever god existed to save him from this nightmare!

There was a gurgling sound followed by another click as the tube hanging from his butt was clamped closed. The comforting woman spoke to him while gently rubbing his abdomen. “It’s all in, sweetheart. You’re doing great for your first time! We are going to be collecting a urine sample while the treatment has time to do its work.”

His brain could not process what she said or what she meant. He was dazed and sweating, the fluid in his bowels seemed to take on a life of its own. As if some slimy creature were writhing through him. As he continued to cry and wail— it continued to work itself deeper and deeper inside him.

“Do you think one treatment will take?” The other woman asked as she was laying out the supplies to collect a urine sample.

“I don’t know. It’s rare that it doesn’t take and the treatment has to be done again.”

Still too confused to know what was about to happen, his wailing went up an octave as the nurse grabbed his penis, which had gone flaccid from the surging abdominal cramps, and shoved the rubber tip of a lube syringe about 4cm into his urethra. He could feel the cold gel being forced down the shaft of his cock as she pressed on the plunger.

Carefully removing the tubing she covered the tip of his penis with her thumb as she picked up the catheter. “This is going to sting!” She said in an almost sing-song voice.

His wailing turned into agonized groans. The catheter felt way too big. It felt like razor blades in the tip of his dick. B was sure that he was going to pass out soon from the pain… but he did not. Something in the fluid they pumped inside him was making him feel very ill. His insides were burning. Now his little pee hole was being violated to add to his discomfort.

When the catheter reached his bladder he panicked because he was sure that he was pissing himself. This sent tremors through his body as he began to hyperventilate. MN stroked his hair and spoke softly, “It’s almost over”. He felt a strange pressure in his groin and then a tug. The sadistic nurse was testing that it was anchored properly.

Between the sensation that he was pissing himself and the creature clawing through his intestines B was on the verge of mental collapse. He could not handle much more of this pain and humiliation.

“It’s time to evacuate, sweetie” MN told him. Pressing the controls on the exam table , it brought him back to an upright position where he could once again see the mirrors. And the tubes dangling from his body. One from his ass and one from his limp little pecker.