The soapy water flowed incessantly into my ass. It was pleasantly warm, but I felt fuller and fuller back there with every passing second. I was supposed to hold it all in for 10 minutes... and then I heard, “The soap is actually creating foam in your butt now.” I just have to sit here naked and completely helpless on the gynecological chair, with a tube and a monster balloon stuck in my butt, pumping huge amounts of water into my ass. Slowly, I became a little more restless with my butt on the chair: “Um, well, it's really pushing now, are we almost done?” Denise and Laura looked at the enema bag, which still contained about a quarter of the 1.5 liters of fluid. "The last bit is always the hardest; holding it in is going to be uncomfortable for Marie again. Most girls here at the practice are getting an enema for the first time ever, and then 1.5 liters at that. Some of them are reaching their limits. But that's okay, and there's nothing wrong with it. We'll leave the intestinal tube with the balloon in Marie's rectum and just unplug the tube to the empty enema bag, then Marie's bottom will remain nicely closed and the enema won't come out prematurely. After 10 minutes, she can go to the toilet," Denise announced, looking directly between my buttocks, which was not difficult in my position – legs apart and steeply positioned. My shame and humiliation were already at a high level due to the embarrassing enema procedure, but the assistant apparently couldn't resist continuing to degrade me to a “visual and demonstration model.” Unnecessarily, Denise pulled my already parted buttocks apart again with both hands: "Laura, here you can see once more how a double balloon enema tube securely seals the anus. Both balloons are tightly inflated, the one in Marie's rectum ensures that the enema fluid remains behind in her rectum. The second balloon, which rests on her asshole and which we can see here, seals her butt from the outside and gives the whole thing additional stability. Such an intestinal tube is the most effective and cleanest solution for evenly transporting the enema solution into our patients' intestines." In the meantime, the enema bag continued to empty, and I couldn't wait to let the 1.5 liters out of my butt. Diarrhea, only a whole lot bigger – that's what I was facing. Denise instructed her trainee to disconnect the long tube from the enema bag to the intestinal tube. For me, there was no noticeable difference, except that no more fluid was flowing into my intestines. The balloon was still protruding between my buttocks, along with the piece of rubber tube that stuck out of my anus like a snake.

“Okay, Marie, now we'll help you take your legs out of the stirrups and get up from the gynecological chair. Experience has shown that it's easier for our patients to hold the enema while standing. We also want to combine this with another examination, which we can do at the same time,” said Denise, "carefully lift your legs and place your feet on the floor. Then slowly sit down from a horizontal position, making sure that your bottom remains over the edge of the couch and that you don't sit on the intestinal tube. Laura will take both your hands and help you up." I carefully followed the instructions. With every movement, I felt the masses of water in my stomach and that something was moving vigorously in my intestines – I could hear it gurgling. Slowly, with Laura's help, I stood up – my face contorted with pain because the pressure was so great. As I stood there with slightly wobbly legs, I was shocked to discover that my stomach was bulging from the enema. I whimpered a little in pain and felt the elastic rubber tube on the intestinal tube dangling back and forth between my buttocks as I stood. “Grit your teeth, Marie, pull yourself together,” said my inner voice of perseverance. In a tearful voice, I asked what else needed to be examined. "Since you're standing there all naked and we still have a few minutes, I'm going to show Laura how to perform a breast exam. It just wouldn't get any better... now they wanted to feel my breasts too. Sure, my old gynecologist had always done that too, and it wasn't that bad – but not completely naked and with a tube in my ass. “Stand up straight, put your arms behind your head,” was Denise's next command. I sobbed once more, but followed the instruction.

Without further comment, the assistant thoroughly palpated first my left and then my right breast. The pressure in my bowels seemed to increase to the point of unbearability—I couldn't take it anymore, I fidgeted a little on the spot and just couldn't keep still. “I can't take it anymore, I have to go to the bathroom so badly!” I cried desperately.

The medical assistant didn't seem at all pleased with my increasing resistance, and I felt a slap on my right buttock: “Don't be such a baby, you've been doing fine so far. I know this is the most uncomfortable part, but you literally have to clench your butt cheeks for a few more minutes!” I looked at the floor in resignation and said nothing more while Denise continued with the breast examination. After a few minutes, she handed over to the trainee with the task of systematically palpating my breasts as well. My stomach was gurgling more and more, I was sweating even though I was completely naked, and I was whimpering audibly. I just couldn't stand still any longer. “Marie, hold still now, we can increase the pressure in your butt even more, no problem, this isn't the end of the line,” Denise hissed, somewhat annoyed by my whining. Suddenly, I realized how she was reaching for the valve on the intestinal tube and, with a quick hand movement, inflating the balloon in my ass a little further. Frightened by the growing balloon in my rectum, I squealed and let out another scream – tears were now streaming down my burning cheeks. But I tried even harder to keep still, which was really difficult, to prevent the balloon in my asshole from being inflated further as punishment. Without comment, I endured Laura's breast examination. After what felt like endless torture, I hoped that the 10 minutes were finally over. Then, at last, relief: "Okay, Marie, you made it, the 10 minutes are up and you can go to the bathroom. Now you'll run down the hall to the bathroom with Laura, where she'll pull the intestinal tube out of your butt and you can relieve yourself in peace. Then come back and we'll continue.“ ”What, I have to run down the hallway naked?!“ I asked, distraught. ”Yes, it's no big deal, we're in a gynecologist's office and we deal with naked girls all the time. Besides, the toilet is right across the hall," Denise said in a firm tone.

I had to block that out now; I just had to poop really badly. Laura opened the door to the treatment room and I followed her with quick little steps. It was a very unpleasant feeling to walk around with a rectal tube in my butt. With every step, the insides of my little butt cheeks rubbed against the outer balloon. Not to mention the tube dangling back and forth between my butt cheeks. Without thinking twice, I darted across the hallway and blocked out everything around me. Hopefully no one would see me at that moment—completely naked with a bulging belly and an intestinal tube in my butt. Once I reached the toilet stall, I had to support myself with both hands on the toilet seat and stick my butt out toward Laura: “Spread your legs again and stick your bottom out towards me. I'll now let the air out of the two balloons and quickly pull the intestinal tube out. Please don't push, otherwise something will come out. Then quickly squeeze your buttocks together again. Then you can quickly sit down and let everything out.” I could already feel the balloon in my ass getting smaller and the air escaping from it.

And I also felt the water pressing against it from the inside, wanting to come out. “Careful, I'm pulling it out now, don't push,” I heard, and felt the intestinal tube being pulled out of my butt hole piece by piece. Finally, this monster is out, I thought.

Finally, I have nothing left stuck in my anus. Laura quickly pressed my buttocks together and hurried to leave the toilet cubicle with the intestinal tube in her hand. “When you're done, just come back over.” I quickly turned around, sat down on the toilet seat, and within fractions of a second, my anus opened and the first gush shot out. The trainee hadn't quite left the toilet yet, but it was no use, I couldn't stop it anyway. It just flowed out on its own and only liquid came out of my battered asshole. Of course, the amount they had forcibly pumped into my ass had to come out somehow. Only now did I realize that I was only wearing my socks and was otherwise completely naked—so I had to scurry back down the hallway and into the treatment room. More relieving minutes passed, and it took a while until everything was really out. When I felt that all the brown broth was out, I carefully cleaned my asshole. I wanted to make sure my anal area was clean—for the further examinations, which I didn't even want to think about. When I left the toilet cubicle and saw myself stark naked in the mirror, I thought, “Marie, this is not how you imagined your visit to the gynecologist. So far, the focus has been almost entirely on my ass.”

I carefully opened the door and looked out into the hallway. When I was sure that no one could see me at that moment, I quickly darted back into the treatment room. Denise and Laura were already waiting for me there. “Well, you're relieved now, aren't you?” Denise asked. I just nodded and let them know that my butt hole felt very sore. "Yes, that's normal, your anus has to endure a lot today. We've already flushed all the feces out of your intestines with the soap solution. The only problem is that the residues of the soap solution also have to be flushed out, otherwise it will irritate your intestines. We will now rinse with clear water during the second enema. To do this, please lie on your side on the examination table and pull your legs up to your chest so that we can easily reach your anus. Then we'll give you three to four doses into your rectum with our enema syringe and insert the red tube deep into your butt again so that we can also clean the upper areas of your intestines well," said the doctor's assistant in a firm tone, demonstrating the transparent enema syringe with a rather long red tube attached to it, which was obviously about to disappear into my butt hole again. Sighing, I made my way to the table and sank down onto the leather with my bare buttocks. So I was going to have water put in my ass again.