“So now we're going to flush Marie's bottom again with an enema?” asked the trainee. Denise nodded and began to prepare the bag for my enema again. This time she filled it with clear water and connected the enema bag hanging on the IV stand to the long, relatively thin red tube. "We're going to fill it with 2 liters, which is a little more than the first enema, but you can handle it. The girls always reach their limits with this volume, but unfortunately it's necessary for a thorough cleansing of your intestines, right up to the upper areas. To get deeper into your intestines and flush all areas well, we'll insert the tube about 40 centimeters into your butt. We will then start the enema right at the beginning and push the tube deeper and deeper into your intestine as it runs through. This is the most effective method. The pressure will increase over time, but the water will also spread to several areas of the intestine," announced the doctor's assistant. Startled, I looked at the red tube and swallowed... They want to push 40 centimeters of that into my butt. I was completely exhausted—my head turned red again like a tomato, and I became aware of my complete nakedness once more. “Marie, we're going to do the high enema in a different position anyway. Please kneel on the table, support yourself with your hands, and stick your bottom out nicely. That's the best way to reach your anus and insert the tube,” Denise said in a firm tone. I was supposed to get on the couch in the “doggy” position?! I had never experienced anything so degrading and humiliating.

Angrily, I crossed my arms and snapped, “No, I'm not getting on all fours here, that's totally embarrassing and humiliating! I'm not doing that.” The doctor's assistant looked at me sternly: “Miss, please do what we tell you and don't be difficult. This is the best position for the water to spread throughout your intestines. Now get on your knees, spread your legs wide and stick your bottom out. We don't have all day.” There was no point in arguing, there was no way out of this... with tears in my eyes and sobbing, I slowly got down on my knees and supported myself with both hands. The paper on the examination table rustled audibly as I spread my knees apart. I was ashamed to have to present my vagina and my asshole to the two of them in the most embarrassing position possible. I felt my little butt cheeks open up on their own as I spread my legs, exposing my rosebud once again. Out of sheer shame, goosebumps suddenly covered my entire body until the sound of rubber gloves snapped me out of my thoughts. "Great, then we can continue, Marie. The doctor will also perform your rectal examination in this position, so you'll have to get used to it now and get back on your knees. When your butt is sticking out in this position, it's easiest to reach your asshole. You'll feel the tube against your anus in a moment, but it's very thin and comfortable to bear. Since we have to push it very far through your intestine, we may have to rotate the tube or push it back and forth a little. We'll then open the clamp and the fluid will flow nicely into you. Just stay relaxed and try to consciously accept the tube in your butt, then you'll make it easy for yourself, don't tense up."

And then it started, and I felt rubber against my poor asshole again. Without much resistance, the intruder crept into my strained ass. It didn't hurt, but it was creepy to feel something pushing further and further into my butt—further than my boyfriend's cock had ever been able to go. “Water march, the enema is now running. Laura, I'll hand you the hose and you can insert it further into Marie's intestine.” In this embarrassing position, my naked breasts hung down and my labia majora had also opened slightly due to my spread legs. On all fours, there was nothing to hide, my privacy was completely broken. The only thing that mattered here was pumping two liters of water into my ass. I slowly felt the lukewarm liquid entering me. The pressure increased slowly from minute to minute, and as the tube went deeper, Laura still turned it slightly in front of my asshole to get it in even further. As with the first enema, I noticed that the water entering my butt somehow stimulated me. I didn't want to admit that this embarrassing procedure was arousing me, but it was true: the feeling of water entering me seemed to be turning me on again. In this position, it was impossible for the two of them to overlook the fact that my labia were swelling and probably already glistening slightly. The tube was now completely inside – the pressure in my ass continued to increase. Since I was looking at the wall, I couldn't see the enema bag and therefore didn't know how much water was left in it.

"Some girls complain a lot when their butt is being cleaned, so I pour in some cold water or increase the volume as a disciplinary measure. That always brings them to their senses pretty quickly, because cold water causes the intestines to cramp up, making it much more uncomfortable for the patient. But with Marie, it's working quite well now, the water seems to be distributing nicely. As before, we can see from her open labia that the enema is stimulating her anus a little. This is completely normal and happens to most young women, especially if they are sensitive in the anal area. So it could be that some fluid is collecting and then dripping from Marie's vagina onto the pad, but that's not a problem." Oh man, this can't be true, I'm getting wet again... please don't. I quickly tried to think of something else, but my body wasn't helping me and I inevitably got wet down there. I had to accept it now, there was just no changing it. Denise said that I had probably already taken in a liter. My ass was getting more and more “filled up” and I had to endure it completely naked on all fours. My stomach gurgled more and more with every passing minute. Laura stroked my buttocks and said that I had almost made it. My stomach was already bulging slightly again and I just felt incredibly full. Nervously, I moved my feet back and forth a little, but I forced myself to keep my legs apart. The pressure in my butt was getting bigger and bigger and I could feel the water deep inside me. By now, some of my pleasure secretions had actually dripped down from my labia onto the pad. I was ashamed that two strangers could see me getting wet and a slimy thread of my pleasure juice dripping down. My butt became a little more restless and I started to rotate slightly and continued to whimper in pain: “Mhhhh...owwww...when will the enema finally be over?” "Not much longer, just a few more minutes, then the whole two liters will be in. Laura will massage your swollen belly a little. I'll then slowly pull the tube out of your butt, please don't push and pinch your butt hole shut so that no water comes out. Laura will then accompany you back to the toilet," Denise said to me.

With a pain-contorted face, I endured the last few minutes of the big enema and just wished I could let it all out again. I couldn't think of anything else. I felt the long tube being slowly pulled out of my anus—a very strange feeling, because I realized once again how deep this tube was actually stuck in my ass. I clenched my asshole tightly; it felt like really bad diarrhea. "Okay, Marie, now you quickly scurry naked across the hallway to the toilet and you can let it all out again. Laura will accompany you, and this time she has to be there while you empty yourself, I'm sorry. That's because after the high enema, we have to check that everything has been flushed out of your intestines, and we can only do that if we look at what comes out of your butt. If the water is clear, we've done a good job, but Laura will assess that over there," which was the next shock for me. Without thinking twice, I quickly got up from the couch. So quickly that I tore the paper cover on the examination couch with my knees and feet. Then I ran towards the door completely naked, while Laura followed me. Another medical assistant was standing in the hallway, looking at me with pity... embarrassing times five. I quickly went into a toilet cubicle and sat down, but not before Laura came in and locked the door. "I'm really sorry, this is also the first time I've had to accompany a patient to the toilet. I'll look away while you... well, empty your bowels, but then you'll have to get up so I can look in the toilet to see what came out," Laura announced.

I didn't even have to push. My asshole opened suddenly and a powerful stream of water shot out of my ass into the toilet. There was a splashing sound and the pressure slowly decreased – finally. I couldn't remember ever having so much liquid come out of my butt before. The trainee seemed just as embarrassed as I was that she had to witness me emptying myself. What they pumped into my butt now had to come out again. The lukewarm water continued to flow through my sphincter muscle, seemingly endlessly. The sounds were particularly embarrassing for me. I never thought I would be forced to empty myself in front of another person. After about five minutes, the last drops ran out of my butt hole and some air escaped through my sphincter, which was also very humiliating. “Are you done?” Laura asked, looking at me a little sheepishly. "Um, yes, I think everything's out now. I don't think I've ever felt so empty,“ I replied. ”Wipe yourself off first and then I'll take a quick look at what came out of your butt," said Laura. Just hearing her say that gave me goosebumps all over my body again. No one should ever see what comes out of my ass. Not a gynecologist, not even my boyfriend, just no one. After I cleaned myself up, I slowly got up and looked into the toilet as well. The water was only slightly brown and seemed to have taken the last bit of poop out of my intestines. The trainee then said that it looked good and that I was clean enough for the upcoming examination.

As we both left the toilet cubicle, I snapped at the trainee – I was getting angrier and angrier at how long I had been naked: “It's outrageous that you made me get naked right from the start and then I had to walk through the practice completely naked. You don't give a damn about your patients' privacy.” “In this practice, we just take a more relaxed approach to nudity; it's just part of being a gynecologist's office. We realize that some girls don't like it, but that's just the way it is,” Laura replied. To make matters worse, just as I was about to leave the restroom, a young girl came in and looked at me in shock. Instinctively, I held one arm in front of my bare breasts and one hand in front of my vagina. There it was again—the shame of nakedness that I felt very intensely every second in this damn practice. I ran quickly back down the hallway to the treatment room. Denise was waiting there with a grin on her face: “Well, is everything nice and clean back there?” I didn't look at her, just nodded. “Well, then the two enemas were worth it. As I said, it's not the most pleasant thing, but it's very helpful when the doctor wants to examine your rectum thoroughly. We're almost done. You can now sit down on the gynecological chair and wait patiently for the doctor. He'll be with you in a moment and will begin the examination.” Dejected, I shuffled over to the gynecological chair, sat down with my bare bottom on the paper pad, and let my legs dangle. My anus felt sore. And I didn't want to imagine what else was going to happen, because the actual rectal examination hadn't even started yet.