After she removed the dilator from his bottom MN paged The Doctor.

B’s rectum and asshole still convulsing painfully. It was so sharp that he couldn’t focus on anything else. Until he felt a warm hand on his perineum. Gently massaging his muscles down there. Slowly the warmth of her hand spread, he started to relax, and his anorectal convulsions began to subside.

He lay breathless and weak on the table. She almost felt sorry for him. He was already at a breaking point but they had so much worse in store for him.

Lost in thought she changed gloves… she had never seen someone have a reaction quite this severe to the bonding agent in their serum. It could illicit some strange sensations in natural humans. Nothing this critical or lasting. She wondered if he could handle the next treatment the doctor ordered.

Pulled back into the moment by the sounds of B’s pitiful whimpering sobs between ragged breaths— she stroked his hair. Watching him in his weakened and most vulnerable state she felt the stirring of her own arousal.

Alone with him, she gently kissed his forehead and rubbed his back like a mother would an infant. Moving down to gently rub his generously sculpted backside she noticed his cheeks felt warm. Slowly she leaned in and gently explained that she needed to take his temperature in his bottom again.

Tears welled up and rolled from the corners of his eyes again. He did not have the strength to fight or wail any longer.

She moved to the end of the table. Putting a generous amount of lubricant on her finger she told him, “I am just going to touch you first with my finger. I need to make sure your rectum is not obstructed from the swelling.”

B felt her gooey finger outside his hole. It was not cold this time. It felt pleasant and warm. He softly groaned when her finger gently slid into his quivering hole.

Certain now the thermometer would not injure him, she smeared it with extra lube and eased it into his inflamed little bottom hole. She softly rubbed his bottom cheek with her free hand. She could see he was suffering and she wanted to help him.

The pain that shot through his hole from being penetrated caused B to feel dizzy. He was so afraid and in so much pain. He did not know how he would survive this.

He gave an exhausted whimper as she withdrew the thermometer slowly, taking special care to be gentle as the bulbous tip slid out, to see his core temperature was at 101.2.

At that moment the door clicked open. The doctor entered with SN in tow. Her face a malicious grin. She was pulling the IV stand. This time there were 2 very large, bulging enema bags hung from it! The larger bag he would come to know as “ol red, from his first treatment .The other was clear and filled with a swirling pink liquid that almost looked alive!

The doctor snapped on gloves, lubed up an anal speculum and instructed B to bear down as if trying to move his bowels. Weakly pushing as much as he could B’s body shook involuntarily against his restraints. The doctor did not stop or slow as he forcefully shoved the metal speculum past B’s tightly swollen sphincter.

After the speculum had been in place for a few moments the doctor opened it little by little. Each time his hole widened B was struck with anorectal spasms that would only subside when MN rubbed his perineum for several minutes. She and the doctor swapped back and forth until B was spread wide open.

Quietly crying B somehow felt even more vulnerable and helpless than he already had. Strapped to the table, his bottom spread wider than he could have ever thought possible. The cool air of the room licked the inside of his rectum. That was a new one. The cacophony of sensations was making him more light headed.

“Swab” the doctor barked. SN stepped forward at the ready with isopropyl soaked gauze held by forceps. She thoroughly swabbed the inside of B’s anus. Sending a new stinging sensation jolting through his rear. A throaty cry escaped him and he bucked against the table trying to get away from the gauze being rubbed atound inside his asshole.

Another doctor entered the room. A woman.

The male doctor greeted her by kneeling to the right of her path to B’s prominently displayed bottom without making a sound. On his haunches he placed his arms at his sides and bowed his head so deeply most if his face was hidden from view.

MN was so relieved to see her that she could not hide it.

SN withdrew the gauze and forceps from B’s rear and stepped aside. Whispering “Madam,” and nodding as the woman approached B.