Erin trailed behind her father, Sam as they made their way into the hospital. It was Sam's annual checkup- as far as Erin believes- but what she didn't know was Sam was due for his rectal examination. The waiting room held a sterile smell along with the occasional echoes of a distressed patient or a loud mouthed nurse walking down the corridors. Sam was next to Erin writing out his patient information, while Erin sat and stared at the tile designs of the floor in front of her.

"Alright, honey," Sam said, ruffling Erin's blonde hair as he handed her the pen. "Finish filling this out. After my appointment, we're grabbing lunch. Your choice. Anything you want, within reason, of course." He winked, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners, mirroring the playful glint in Erin's turquoise ones.

Erin grinned, her dimples deepening. "Really? Anything?" She considered this momentous decision carefully, the possibilities stretching before her like a lush rainforest canopy. "Okay, how about that new noodle place with the ridiculously long name?"

Sam chuckled, his dimples echoing hers. "The one with the menu that's longer than the Amazon River? Deal. Provided I survive this… uh… examination." He finished the sentence with a carefully neutral tone, but the slight tremor in his voice betrayed his apprehension. Erin, ever perceptive, sensed a slight shift in his usual jovial demeanor.

His name was called – Dr. Ruben. The name held a certain… weight. Erin watched as her father, usually so full of boisterous energy, walked towards the exam room with an almost hesitant gait. The sterile smell of the waiting room seemed to intensify, the cheerful chatter of earlier replaced by a hushed expectancy. She chewed on the pen, her usual bright smile fading into a thoughtful frown. This annual check-up seemed… different.

Time stretched. The monotonous ticking of the hospital clock became deafening. Erin meticulously examined a particularly intricate pattern in the floor tiles, tracing its lines with her finger, her mind a million miles away. She imagined her father in the jungle, his usual calm and collected demeanor unfazed by venomous snakes or treacherous terrain. This… hospital… seemed to be a different kind of jungle altogether.

Erin sat in the waiting room, her turquoise eyes fixed on the door her father had disappeared behind. It swung open and shut, a steady stream of patients ushered in and out, but still, no Sam. She tapped her pen against her teeth, a habitual gesture of deep thought. Something was off. Her father, usually so jovial and carefree, had been hesitant, almost...nervous? No, that couldn't be right. Sam, the fearless adventurer who had tackled the Amazonian rainforest head-on, quailing before a simple check-up? It didn't add up.

Erin's gaze wandered around the waiting room, taking in the sterile white walls and the hushed murmurs of the other patients. She absently flipped through a magazine, not really registering the glossy pages or airbrushed models. Her mind was elsewhere, trying to puzzle out the pieces of her father's odd behavior.

With a sigh, she set the magazine aside and stood up, stretching her long, lean frame. She couldn't just sit here and wait, not when her curiosity was piqued like this. She needed to know what was going on with her dad.

Erin made her way down the hospital hallway, her long blonde hair swishing behind her with each step. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and sickness, a stark contrast to the fresh, wild scent of the jungle she was used to. She wrinkled her nose in distaste.

Glancing at the signs on the wall, Erin navigated the maze of corridors, trying to get her bearings. She passed by patient rooms, glimpsing drawn curtains and beeping machines through the slight gaps. Her heart ached for the sick and the suffering.

After a few turns, the hallway dead-ended in a large set of double doors. Erin pushed them open, curious to see where they led. To her surprise, she found herself in a huge, empty lecture hall. Banks of seats stretched up on either side, and at the front, a large podium sat atop a raised stage.

But what really caught her eye was the enormous picture window that dominated the front wall. And through that window, she could see right into her father's exam room.

Erin crept closer, her heart pounding in her chest. There was Sam, sitting on the edge of the exam table in a thin paper gown. His usual rosy cheeks were pale, and he looked uncharacteristically anxious as he watched the doctor prepare some kind of equipment.

"What's going on, Dad?" Erin whispered, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. She leaned in closer, studying the tools laid out on the tray - rubber gloves, a jar for a stool sample, a tube of lube...

Erin gaped through the unseen large glass window into the exam room. Sam was there, propped up on all fours, his gown flapping a bit of himself in the back. As Dr. Ruben approached, he pulled the back of the gown apart and exposed Sam's pasty soft bottom cheeks. The view was so vivid, Erin could make out the pinpoint mole that speckled near Sam's butt crack. Faint blonde hairs twinkled in the beams of the exam room lights and the snap sounds of Dr. Ruben snapping on white gloves echoed around the room. It made Sam's arms prickle in goosebumps and a slight shiver bounced noticeably off his body, making his already plump bottom jiggle. "Don't fret," Dr. Ruben said. "I'll be very gentle and quick."

The squelches of lubricant being squeezed over the gloves fingers were embarrassingly loud. But it was Dr. Ruben taking a firm grasp of Sam's bottom and spreading apart her father's bottom cheeks and smearing the cold gel across his pink pucker that made Erin's cheeks flush. A lone finger slid in, leaving a trail of the gooey lube to overflow and leak all over Sam's anus. Erin felt a thick sting of embarrassment. There were better ways to spend her weekend rather than watching her father's bare bottom up in the air against the all too revealing lights, lubricant glistening between his cheeks and Dr. Ruben digging for gold or whatever within Sam's bottom.

"Try to relax, Mr. Lenard," Dr. Ruben's disembodied voice echoed through the room. "This will be over soon." The squelching sounds were embarrassingly loud. 

Sam let out a surprised grunt, his body tensing. "Ah! That's...ahem...rather uncomfortable, Doctor," he gasped out. His arms trembled slightly, making his soft bottom cheeks wobble.

"All just part of the exam, I assure you," Dr. Ruben said calmly. "Deep breaths now. That's it. You're doing well."

Erin squirmed uncomfortably, watching the doctor's finger pump slowly in and out, in and out. Wet squelching noises filled her ears. Her father's face scrunched up in a grimace of discomfort. Another digit joined the first, stretching him even wider.

Sam's moans grew louder, more ragged. "Oooh! Dr. Ruben! I...I don't know if I can..." He trailed off with a moan as the doctor's fingers sank deeper, buried to the knuckle in his most intimate passage.

Erin quickly averted her eyes, unable to watch any longer. Her cheeks burned with mingled embarrassment and something else she didn't want to examine too closely. She told herself she should slip away quietly, give her father his privacy. But something kept her rooted to the spot, morbidly fascinated by the forbidden sight.

The prodding and probing continued for what felt like an eternity. Erin's heart raced as she tried to block out the lewd sounds. Her father's whimpers and gasps. The obscene squelch of Dr. Ruben's fingers violating his most private place. Finally, mercifully, it seemed to be ending. But it was just a blindside when a third finger joined in, then a fourth.. then Dr. Ruben's whole fist was now deep inside of Sam, plunging him deeper with every inch he traveled deeper. Erin took pity on her father's scrunched face- maybe from intense discomfort, maybe from deep humiliation.

"Oh!" Sam gasped loudly. "So, Sam, tell me about, Erin, your daughter." Dr. Ruben said, trying to ease the discomfort and take Sam's mind off his fullness.

"Uh- Erin- oooh! S-She is doing well. Hrghnn! She- ahh!- is here WITH ME today." Sam gasped. Gripping the sides of the exam table, Sam's knuckles were white. "You think she knows what's going on in here?" Dr. Ruben chuckled.

"No, oh God no! I-I wouldn't w-w-want her to w-worry." Sam was trying to take deep breaths to ease himself. "You're going great, Sam... almost there. You mentioned you were back up a bit?"

Sam nodded. "Uh... yeah. I- hmm!- had a time going for a- mmm!- few days." Dr. Ruben kept digging and prodding. "I'm going to use a speculum to open you up and see what's going on. I may have to do an enema." Sam's eyes widened slightly, but kept them tightly closed until Dr. Ruben's fingers slid out with a loud pop. Erin watched the lube trickle down her father's cheeks and drip down to his blonde mound. Sam was gasping, releasing breaths that were hitched in his throat and expelling them. "I know it's not pleasant, Mr. Lenard, but you did very well." Dr. Ruben reassured. Sam didn't hear the doctor and just kept himself focused on his deep breaths.

Dr. Ruben smiled encouragingly at Sam. "You did great, Mr. Lenard. Just laying still and breathing deeply." He began washing his hands. "I'm going to insert a speculum now to give us a better look." Erin watched wide-eyed through the window as Dr. Ruben lubed up a large metal speculum. It glinted under the bright lights. Her father looked up at him with concern. "Will it hurt?" Sam asked nervously, clenching the table.

"Not at all," Dr. Ruben reassured. "You'll feel a little pressure and pulling sensation. But it won't cause pain." He gripped one half of the speculum and aligned it with Sam's tightly clenched opening. With a firm push, he inserted it, watching as Sam's face scrunched up. Erin watched the speculum disappear in between Sam's cheeks. "Shhh, easy now," Dr. Ruben cooed. He spread the other half of the speculum open. "Ah yes, I see the issue now." Erin craned her neck, trying to see what he was looking at. But the angle was wrong.

She wondered what her father's insides looked like stretched open on that cold metal device.

Dr. Ruben probed around, watching as Sam squirmed and whimpered. "You have quite the impacted situation here. An enema is definitely in order. I'll be right back." He left the room, leaving the speculum lodged inside Sam. Erin watched her father's chest heaving, his knuckles white as he gripped the table.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Dr. Ruben returned, enema bag in hand. He hung it on a hook. "I'm going to insert this tube now. It may cause some cramping and pressure." Erin's eyes followed the clear tube and watched as Dr. Ruben squeezed a generous amount of lube onto the tip.

He aligned it with Sam's stretched opening, visible between the speculum's metal blades. With a firm push, he slid the tube in deep. Erin gasped as she watched it disappear. Her father let out a strangled yelp, his face red. She could see the tube wiggling as it navigated his intestines. "There we go," Dr. Ruben said. "You're doing great, Sam. Just breathe through it."

He slowly opened the clamp on the bag. Erin watched the clear liquid start to flow in, slowly filling her father's belly. It swelled outward before her eyes, the obscenely bulging protrusion reaching its peak. She saw her father's face contort in a grimace. He looked like he wanted to scream. But he just whimpered and took deep breaths like the doctor instructed.

After several intense minutes, Dr. Ruben clamped the tube and pulled it out, with green liquid poop smeared over the end. The speculum followed with a wet squelch, finally releasing Sam from its cold metal grip.

Erin let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. She watched her father lay there gasping, his belly distended and shiny with lube. A shiver ran through her at the sight. Dr. Ruben helped Sam sit up slowly. "How are we feeling? Pressure, cramping?"

"Y-yes," Sam breathed. "I feel so full. Like I'm going to burst." That's normal," Dr. Ruben reassured. "When you feel the urge, don't let it go. Try to hold it in. You're doing great, Mr. Lenard."

Sam nodded, wincing slightly. Erin felt her heart clench at how vulnerable he looked. Poor dad, she thought. I hope you feel better soon.

Sam groaned, clenching his teeth as a fresh wave of cramping hit his distended belly. He wanted to scream, to cry out that he couldn't hold it in anymore. The pressure was immense, like his stomach was about to burst at any moment. He could feel the urge to expel building rapidly.

Just a little longer, he told himself, taking deep breaths like Dr. Ruben had instructed. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His hands gripped the sides of the table, knuckles white. He tried to focus on his breathing, on the sensation of the cool air filling his lungs, instead of the overwhelming need to release.

But as the seconds ticked by, the pressure only intensified. It was like being inflated with air, each passing moment making him feel more bloated, more stretched to his limit. He gasped and whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He couldn't hold it much longer. He just couldn't.

Dr. Ruben watched him intently, a look of calm authority on his face. "You're doing great, Mr. Lenard. Just a few more minutes. Try to relax and breathe through it."

Sam nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the sensation of his packed gut, the terrible pressure building inside him. His whole body felt hot, flushed. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, in his ears.

And then, after what felt like an eternity, Dr. Ruben gave him the signal. "Alright, Mr. Lenard. You can go ahead and release now. The toilet is just through that door."

Sam didn't hesitate. He practically leaped off the table, wincing at the sudden shift in balance, at the sloshing, gurgling sound of the liquid inside him. He barely made it to the toilet before the urge overtook him completely.

Erin watched, both fascinated and disturbed, as her father bent over the toilet and began to expel with a loud shushing sound. His belly visibly deflated with each push, looking smaller and smaller as he evacuated the contents of his gut. She could see the greenish liquid splattering into the bowl, could hear the wet, plopping sounds it made.

After what felt like minutes, Sam finally finished. He slumped over the toilet, gasping, his face flushed and damp with sweat. Erin felt a pang of sympathy for him. Poor dad, she thought. That looked really hard for him.

"Feel better?" Dr. Ruben asked. Sam nodded weakly. "Yes, much better. Thank you, doctor."

Dr. Ruben smiled and helped Sam back to the table. "You did great, Mr. Lenard. Now, let's just check to make sure you're all cleared out, okay?"

Sam nodded again, hopping back on all fours again. Sam's face was flushed red matching his the color of his tortured bottom. Dr. Ruben donned a pair of latex gloves and lubricated a long, thin tube. He gently parted Sam's cheeks and inserted the proctoscope, watching intently on the monitor screen.

After a moment, he pulled it out and wiped Sam's bottom down thoroughly with a wet cloth, making it jiggle innocently and his cheeks clap together. "You're all clear," he pronounced, removing his gloves. "No abnormalities. Just a bit of inflammation from the impacted feces, but that should resolve on its own. I'd recommend a follow in a few days for a quick check-up."

Sam sighed in relief, sitting up slowly. "Thank you, doctor. I really appreciate it." Dr. Ruben left Sam to dress again before giving him a prescription to something before letting Sam leave the exam room. Erin, coming out of her daze, rushed back to the waiting room, just in time for Sam to appear around the corner. He looked a bit pale and dazed, but nonetheless, his smile was back, albeit a little strained until his eyes met Erin.

Erin let out a shaky exhale and sagged back against the wall. Wow. Well, she definitely had a new appreciation for what her dad went through at his check-ups now. Erin greeted him with a big hug and a bright smile, as if she hadn't just witnessed his most embarrassing moment. Sam, unhesitant, hugged Erin back with a big squeeze. "Mmm," he hummed warmly. "Well," he announced, his voice a bit higher than usual, "that was… interesting." He avoided eye contact, his gaze drifting towards a particularly unappealing-looking potted plant in the corner.

Erin raised an eyebrow, suppressing a giggle. "Interesting? Dad, you're avoiding eye contact with a plant."

He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Let's just say Dr. Ruben has a… unique approach to… thoroughness." He avoided further details, opting for a quick change of subject. "So, noodle place? Are you ready for culinary adventure number two today?"

"Everything okay, Dad?" she asked innocently.

Sam chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Everything's great, pumpkin. Let's go get some lunch, I'm starving!"

Erin, despite her curiosity about the "unique approach," decided to let it go. Now, the ridiculously long-named noodle place was the only jungle she was interested in conquering. As they left the hospital, the crisp air felt like a delicious contrast to the stuffy, sterile atmosphere inside. The sun glinted off Sam's slightly flushed cheeks, illuminating the faint blush that had taken residence there.

Over steaming bowls of noodles, Erin casually broached the subject again. Between slurps of broth and forkfuls of noodles, she inquired about Dr. Ruben’s methods. Sam, ever the storyteller, launched into a humorous yet exaggerated account of his examination, embellishing the details with dramatic flair. He described Dr. Ruben's intense focus, his unusually detailed questions about Sam's bowel habits, and his alarmingly enthusiastic use of the lubricating jelly. Erin, initially concerned, found herself dissolving into fits of laughter as his tale grew increasingly fantastical.

By the end of their lunch, the hospital visit had become a hilarious anecdote, a shared secret between father and daughter. The tension had dissipated, replaced by the warm, comfortable familiarity of their bond. Sam, his usual self again, even managed to playfully tease Erin about her insatiable appetite. The rainforest hospital, with its sterile smells and slightly eccentric doctor, had been conquered, not by a machete or a research expedition, but by the shared laughter of a father and daughter. And, of course, a ridiculously long-named noodle place. The jungle, in all its forms, was no match for their resilience and shared sense of humor. As they walked away, hand in hand, the setting sun cast long shadows, painting the world in hues of orange and gold, a perfect ending to a rather unusual day.

And as they settled into the car for the drive home, Erin reached over and squeezed her father's hand. "I love you, dad," she said softly.

Sam turned to her, his blue eyes warm and full of love. "I love you too, sweetheart. Thanks for being here for me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Erin smiled and started the car, her heart full. She knew exactly how he felt. No matter what, they would always be there for each other. Through everything.