The nurse's voice is soft but firm as she moves closer holding the prepared enema bag. "Finn, before we begin dilation your rectum needs to be flushed. It will help clear the view for the ultrasound and make things more comfortable for you." She hangs the bag on an IV stand. "I'll use a double balloon retention nozzle. It will feel strange, but it will keep the enema from leaking out."

Finn whimpers through his teeth, chest rising and falling too fast. His bottom already aching from the doctor's exam. The thought of more made him tremble all over, his stomach clenching with fear. The word flushed carries a sharp edge of humiliation. He wants to curl up and hide from every pair of eyes in the room... but he cannot move due to the restraints holding him in place.

Moxie dabs at the sweat collecting along his temple, smoothing a hand over his sternum. "I know this is frightening, but I am right here with you."

The nurse moves into position between his legs. She lubricates the nozzle generously. Careful not to rush. "A little pressure now, Finn. Just breathe." she tells him softly.

The cool tip presses against his sore anus, and Finn gasps. His hips twitch weakly. His anal muscle spasms, fighting the intrusion. The nurse waits for the spasm to pass. With gentle pressure she slides the nozzle past the tight resistance of his anal band. Finn lets out a thin whimper, his thighs quaking against the restraints. The fullness blooms deeper as the nozzle is seated fully inside him, foreign and humiliating. A stretching sensation accompanies the inflation of the balloon inside his rectum. Finn gasps at the pressure sealing tight against his quivering anus as the second balloon is inflated locking the nozzle in place.

The warm liquid begins to flow, a slow infusion flooding into him. Finn's stomach twists almost instantly, the cramping sharp and insistent. His hips shift against the supports, every nerve screaming to resist. The pressure builds, swelling inside him until he thinks he will burst. Shame scalding through him--every sensation dragging echoes of hands forcing things into him, of being used and left. But now the nurse's touch was steady, clinical, never cruel. When the infusion is complete Finn whimpers at the strange, snug pressure inside his bottom as his belly cramps violently. His body quakes with the effort of holding everything in.

"You'll need to hold it for about ten minutes," the nurse tells him. Finn's panic flares at the thought. His breath shallow. His hand reaching weakly toward his belly as though he can press the pain away. The nurse begins to gently massage his low abdomen to help relieve the cramping.

The minutes stretch impossibly long. Finn feels each one drag across his nerves like iron scraping glass. The enema churns inside him, hot and relentless. His belly tight, his thighs trembling in the stirrups. Every muscle clenching involuntarily as his body fights against the fullness. The sensation unbearable-- too much, too full, too exposing. Shame coils hot in his chest, burning behind his ribs. His body glistens with sweat, his chest heaving, every shallow breath catching in his throat.

To further his humiliation, the nurse pulls out a bedpan and positions it under him. "It's time, Finn." She tells him. Finn gasps at the shift of pressure inside him as the nozzle is deflated. He weakly shakes his head side to side, the nozzle slides free, and a low sob breaks from him as his body releases. Hot and humiliating, the sound fills the quiet space.