So there I lay—completely naked, helpless, with my legs spread wide and bent at the same time—just waiting for a double balloon enema tube to be inserted into my tight asshole and 1.5 liters of fluid to be pumped into my filled intestines. Denise handed the enema tube to the trainee, and I realized once again that I had just been involuntarily turned into a training object. Sure, my helplessness could easily be exploited, and I couldn't run away anyway—the leg rests of the gynecological chair held me captive. "Okay, Laura, you can now administer the enema to our patient. After all, you're here to learn. I've already lubricated the first balloon and the tube with lubricant. Now squeeze the balloon between your thumb and index finger, place the intestinal tube against Marie's anus, and insert the intestinal tube and balloon quickly. Don't be too squeamish, just push it in, even if you notice that her asshole is cramping up. Then push it in until the balloon is nicely positioned behind Marie's anus and the intestinal tube is firmly stuck in her butt. Then we pump up both balloons a little more so that nothing jolts around, connect the enema tube to the enema bag, and off we go," the older assistant explained the procedure, which seemed outrageous to me. She didn't need to spread my buttocks in the position I was in; my asshole was completely exposed all by itself. Whatever they wanted to stuff into my tight rosebud, they could just do it and I had to endure it either way. It was so humiliating: I could already feel the cold, slippery rubber tube of the intestinal tube against my asshole.

“Just relax and push against it a little, then it will go into your butt easier,” said the trainee in a hesitant voice. The tube had already made its way a few centimeters through my anus when I felt something much thicker. So that must have been the first balloon they were now pushing through my asshole and then planting in my butt. I didn't dare push against it anymore, the shock of my earlier mishap was too great. I tried to relax, but it still felt intense when the apprentice pushed the slippery balloon relatively roughly through my sphincter. Again, I fidgeted a little with my legs in the stirrups and moved my butt, which was sticking out slightly above the gynecological chair: “Mhhh...owwww.” Now the tube and the yellow balloon were drilling their way into the middle of my poop-filled butt. Laura pushed a little further from the outside, and I could literally feel the foreign object making its way through my poop. I got goosebumps all over my body, closed my eyes, and tried to escape this terribly humiliating situation in my mind. “Great, that looks good, it's sitting nicely in the rectum. Now open the little valve here and inflate the two balloons. Marie will then feel the balloon in her rectum getting bigger and the pressure increasing a little. But she'll get used to it quickly,” Denise instructed her trainee. With a few pumps, she inflated the two balloons. I felt like the balloon was tearing my ass apart from the inside. The feeling was so disgusting and it also hurt because the pressure increased with every pump. I felt like I had a baseball stuffed into my tight asshole. But now the thing seemed to be sitting very firmly in my butt. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Denise connect the long, transparent tube from the enema bag to the shorter tube from the intestinal tube, which protruded between my buttocks, thus connecting the line to my ass.

"You see, now the enema bag is connected to the intestinal tube. The two balloons are tightly inflated and your butt is nice and tight. It's important that all the water finds its way into the patient's intestine and that nothing leaks out. Now we just open the clamp and we're ready to go, and the 1.5 liters of enema solution will flow into Marie's intestine," the assistant explained again. The clamp was opened, and a few seconds later I felt the lukewarm liquid flowing into my ass. The feeling was completely new to me. At first, it wasn't even unpleasant, and I even had the impression that I could relax a little. Without wanting to, the feeling of the liquid flowing into my butt stimulated me a little. To say that I liked it would be an exaggeration, but at least I calmed down a little inside and tried to simply accept the situation. Over time, the pressure in my butt continued to increase, but even that pressure wasn't very uncomfortable. With the steady flow of liquid, it was somehow... well, how can I describe it... somehow satisfying. “Oh man, Marie, what's wrong with you? Don't get wet now,” I thought to myself. But my own body wasn't helping me with my self-denigration, and I felt my labia swelling a little. The two assistants had now both taken their places on rolling stools and were looking between my legs. From my horizontal position, however, I could only see the enema bag with the tube. But the two of them didn't miss an opportunity to degrade my body to an object of observation.

"While the enema is running into Marie's intestine, we can briefly analyze a few things together. Many girls react to an enema, well, let's say, somewhat sensitively and sensitively. The anus is a very erogenous zone, and the incoming water provides additional stimulation. You can see that this is also the case with Marie: her labia have become plump and have parted slightly. Her clitoris is also protruding slightly and is swollen. Her nipples have also become stiff. This suggests that she is somewhat aroused by the anal stimulation. This is a completely normal physical reaction and she doesn't need to be embarrassed about it at all. The increasing pressure in her bottom sometimes even intensifies this. This varies greatly from girl to girl, but I have often observed such reactions during enemas. Now the enema solution loosens the feces in Marie's intestines. The soap actually creates foam in her bottom, which flushes everything out nicely with the water. But it has to soak for a moment, which is why she has to hold the enema for another 10 minutes."