What could be worse than that? I had goose bumps all over my body, and I felt hot and cold at the same time. Not only had I just accidentally pooped myself, but now I was going to have an enema. In other words, they wanted to stick a tube up my butt and pour water into my intestines. Sitting there stark naked on the chair, I was completely overwhelmed by the situation, which the doctor could see: “You can do this. I'll go and get an assistant to give you the enema and then I'll come back later to continue with your rectal examination.” He had now taken off his brown examination gloves and thrown them in the trash. What was particularly embarrassing for me was that he had cleaned my anus. I couldn't take it anymore—this simply couldn't be true, and I was afraid of the enema. Dr. Fischer had only left the room briefly to fetch the assistant, as he had said he would. After a few seconds, he came back. To my horror, I realized that he had brought not just one assistant, but two! The gynecologist stood in front of me again, directly between my spread thighs, and instructed the two women to come closer to me. "So, Marie, we currently have Laura, a trainee, in the house who would like to watch the procedure for an enema with Denise, an experienced medical assistant. That's perfect, so Laura can learn something right away. I hope you don't mind that someone else is here. They will definitely be very careful," explained the doctor. And how I minded! Now there were three people standing around me, able to see me naked on the gynecological chair. Dr. Fischer handed Denise the medical history form: "So, our patient Marie would like a new prescription for birth control pills, but this is her first visit to our practice and she hasn't had a full gynecological examination in several years. Today is her first rectal exam. During the preliminary examinations, we found that her rectum is filled with feces, and during the recto-vaginal examination, I detected constipation. She needs a 1.5-liter enema with soap solution. Then, after emptying, please rinse again with clear water so that we can continue with the anal speculum in a clean rectum. Marie has just accidentally passed a little brown substance, so please be careful, she is very nervous at the moment."

I closed my eyes in shame when Dr. Fischer mentioned my brown mishap. It was particularly embarrassing that the trainee, Laura, was much younger than me. I would have guessed her to be 18 or 19, and she seemed a little uncomfortable giving an older young woman an enema. She didn't dare look me in the eye. Denise was a little older, but still no older than 35, and seemed much more direct and confident than her young colleague. “Don't worry, Marie, we'll get your bottom clean. Have you ever had an enema before?” Denise asked me. I just shook my bright red head: “No, never.” While Dr. Fischer left the field to the two ladies, Denise smiled and, surprisingly, gave me a wink and a pat on my right buttock: "There's always a first time. As I can see from your medical history form, you've already had anal sex. Well, then you're used to having something shoved up your butt. Then let's flush everything out of your intestines. Laura is supposed to learn something today; it's her first time assisting with a rectal examination. So I'll explain things to her as we go along and let her do some things herself. Now let's get everything ready." Before I could react, Denise fetched a kind of IV stand from the next room and hung a transparent bag on it. She instructed Laura to fill the bag with lukewarm water up to the 1.5-liter mark. Then she took a tube from one of the drawers and gave it to Laura as well: “This contains soap concentrate. Take a large handful of it and add it to the water. That will clean Marie's intestines nicely.” While Laura was busy preparing the enema solution, Denise came over to me at the gynecological chair. "We're going to change your position slightly for the enema. I'm going to put your backrest completely horizontal so that your upper body is completely flat. I'll raise your leg rests a little higher and pull them closer to your chest so that your legs are almost completely bent. This will allow us to reach your anus even better when inserting the intestinal tube, and the water will be able to flow nicely into you. Stay completely relaxed," said Denise, operating the electric adjustment of the gynecological chair. My upper body was now lying completely flat, and I had to lift my head to see what was going on in front of my bottom. My knees were now pointing toward my chest, and I had the feeling that my feelings no longer mattered, but that my naked body was being moved into the desired position like a piece of meat. "Laura, when you're done, please put on examination gloves and we'll palpate Marie's rectum again. Just so you can feel what a full bottom feels like on a young woman. In the meantime, I'll prepare the intestinal tube with lubricant. Since Marie has already been anally deflowered, we can also use the large olive,“ announced the older assistant.

I only heard ”large olive“ and opened my eyes in shock and lifted my head: ”Wh... What kind of tube and what kind of olive?" I stammered. Denise opened the drawer of the rolling container and lifted the elastic enema tube: the red hose had two orange, olive-shaped thickenings and a small valve at the front. "You've probably never seen an enema tube before if this is your first enema ever. We're going to insert this nice enema tube into your bottom right now. One olive goes through your butt hole and the other seals your butt from the outside. This thing is called a double balloon enema tube, and you can definitely handle the slightly larger balloons, which is to be expected given your age and sexual experience. Once it's in your butt, the balloons will be inflated a little more to seal everything tightly. Then we'll connect the enema bag and off we go – water march," explained the assistant. As I listened to this, everything inside me cramped up. The sight of the intestinal tube and the two balloons attached to it took my breath away. What made me even more afraid was that, lying horizontally, I could now only vaguely follow what was happening to my ass. Laura had meanwhile prepared the enema solution – the transparent bag on the IV stand was filled to the 1.5-liter mark with the slightly cloudy enema solution. “All that water is now going to be pumped into my poor asshole,” I thought, and instinctively clenched my butt hole. Denise asked her trainee to sit on the rolling stool and take a seat between my wide-open thighs. The trainee was already wearing examination gloves and Denise handed her the tube of lubricant: "As I said, you can now briefly examine our patient rectally again and feel how full her bowels are. This should always be done again before the enema, before we insert the intestinal tube into the anus. I've already lubricated the two balloons and the entire tube with lubricant, so it's ready for Marie's rectum." I felt the trainee's index finger approaching my ass. But she seemed to be waiting for further instructions from Denise.

“Go ahead, push it all the way into her butt quickly. The doctor just had two fingers in there. Then feel around and see how it feels,” she instructed. Sure, I knew what was coming and how it would feel. And then I felt her finger at my rear entrance and the rapid penetration of her finger, which felt much thinner than Dr. Fischer's. I was ashamed that a woman younger than me was sticking her finger in my ass and rummaging around in my feces. Again, I clenched my anus a little and wriggled my lower abdomen slightly. But my position and the sturdy leg restraints left me no chance. "Yes, it really feels very full, like after constipation. I can feel her asshole sucking tightly around my finger again and again. Everything feels very soft, as if she hasn't been to the toilet in a while,“ Laura said shyly. ”Okay, very good, then you've got a feel for it. You can pull your finger out of Marie's butt now and we'll insert the intestinal tube in a moment," said Denise. As the trainee pulled her finger out of my butthole, I squeezed my eyes and my asshole shut and concentrated on avoiding accidentally... At the same time, of course, I knew that it wasn't going to get any more pleasant – on the contrary. A liquid was being pumped into my ass, and I didn't know exactly what kind of feeling that would trigger in me.

Denise held the intestinal tube with its two balloons, which looked monstrous to me, up again so that I could see them from my horizontal position. "We will now push one balloon through your anus and place it behind your sphincter. The other will remain in front of your anus and close you off. Once the intestinal tube is in position, we will inflate the two balloons with air, which will feel a little strange and may cause some tension in your rectum. Please try to relax as much as possible. From my experience with other girls, I know that most young women tense up. Just try to push against it, then it will feel better."