The nurse moves with quiet precision stepping back into place after cleaning Finn up and disposing of the bedpan. "I am going to start by giving you a light sedative. It will make things more comfortable." Finn feels the swab at his hip. "Small pinch," the nurse warns. He gasps as the needle penetrates his flesh. The medicine works quickly; Finn feels his limbs grow heavy and his body slack. Finn's breath stutters, feeling exposed and helpless.

The first dilator is lifted so he can see, smooth and coated in lubricant. Still, he whimpers when it touches him. His body automatically recoiling with a tremor. The narrow tip breaches his anal sphincter and his entire frame stiffens. The pressure feels sharp and unfamiliar. He feels his anus stretching around the shape as it is slowly eased into his bottom. His breathing hitches at it continues to move deeper until it is finally seated fully within his rectum. The sensation is deep and insistent. His anal muscle flutters around the intruder. Clamping then releasing. Unsure. The minutes crawl by as his bottom throbs around the pressure of the dilator moving inside him. Slowly his muscles begin to ease, and the dilator is slowly withdrawn.

"Second" the nurse holds it up so he can see. The second dilator is wider, though not by much. Still Finn's chest tightens at the sight. The gel-slicked tip presses against his pulsing anus. More pressure this time, more resistance. His body clenching instinctively. Halfway in, his muscles seize--a violent anorectal spasm clamps hard around the dilator. His legs convulse in the stirrups, his heels digging helplessly against the foot holds. The pain is molten, radiating through his anus and rectum and up through his belly. The nurse stops the movement, letting the spasm crest and ebb. Slowly the clamping eases by degrees, leaving Finn wrung out and breathless. The nurse coaxes the dilator the rest of the way in slow and steady. The stretch in his bottom feels unbearable at first. His belly clenches, but slowly the dilator seats itself deep and blunt. He pants in shallow bursts; his cheeks flushed from the exertion of fighting and surrendering. The spasms keep threatening to return, little flutters in his anus that grip at the object inside him. Though not violently now. After several minutes his anus and rectum flutter equally as frantically through the withdrawal. Confused spasms somewhere between relief and pain.

When the nurse shows him the third dilator, his terror reaches new depth. It looks impossibly large. The smooth girth glistening with lubricant. His bottom clenches at the sight alone. The stretching pressure is immediate and sharper than before. His overworked bottom resisting fiercely. Finn whimpers, the sound cracking in his throat as the object forces him wider than he thought possible. Every nerve in his bottom screaming, the sensation of splitting unbearable. His body clamps down, his anal muscle spasming again. His hips twisting despite the restraints. "Oh God, it's too much." he chokes. The nurse freezes.

Moxie steps closer, "I know if feels that way, Finn. Your body can handle it. Don't fight--just breathe."

The spasms crest in violent waves. Finn's muscles clamping tight and then trembling loose in exhaustion. His anus burns, stretched past what felt possible. Yet the object still presses stubbornly at the threshold of his anal sphincter, waiting.

Slowly, carefully the nurse coaxes it deeper a little at a time. Finn sobs with each advancement. The pressure radiating fire through his pelvis. His rectum convulses around the dilator, confused spasms rippling through his bottom as it slides further in. Finn is sure he will shatter, his bottom screaming at the invasion... until at last, the dilator is seated fully, thick and merciless inside him. His overstimulated anorectal muscles spasming in small aching flutters, the object deep and unyielding. It sits impossibly deep, a blunt weight pressing against Finn's most tender place. His body doesn't know what to do with it. Every muscle in his pelvis quivers, his anus stretched taut around the girth.

Finn whimpers, humiliated by the stretch, the exposure. The way his body clenches and then yields without his control. Shame burns hot through his chest. The nurse begins to withdraw slow and careful. He gasps when the thickest part moves against his stretched rim. His anus continuing to flutter in frantic pulses. Trying to grip and resist the movement within him. The deep ache shifts to a burning sting at his raw and swollen opening. His rectum spasms one last time as the dilator slips free. Leaving him empty and trembling.

Finn catches sight of the size of the fourth dilator. The gleam catching the soft light. His belly tightens with dread. His bottom still pulsing with the ghost of spasms lingering in his tender anal muscles. He cannot imagine opening any wider. The nurse carefully lubricates the dilator, stepping closer between his legs, "Last one," she tells him. The tip touches his stretched rim and Finn's breath immediately catches in his chest. The pressure blooms at once--unrelenting and wider than before. His anorectal muscles clamp down instinctively, spasming tight. His eyes open wide at the sensation, terror etched across his face, "It's going to tear!" He gasps, "Please, no!"

Moxie rubs his sternum sympathetically. "You're okay, Finn. It won't tear if you just take a deep breath."

He tries to take a deep breath; his chest stutters. On the exhale he feels it press into him. His anal band flutters madly around the intrusion. Clamping and trembling as his fear roars through him. He gulps in air raggedly. His chest rising and falling in shallow tremors. The pressure unbearable, stretching him wider, wider, wider still. Finn whimpers when the flare stretches his rim wider than ever before. Thighs jerking, toes curling tight, his body trembling and his mind caught between two worlds. The safety of now and the horror of his past. His bottom quakes with spasms, hot and frightened. The nurse carefully coaxes the dilator deeper. The stretch is colossal, his rectum pulled taut around the girth. His anus spasming fiercely, fluttering and clenching, trying to fight the unyielding intrusion. Every nerve alive with confused fire.

Then without warning, something else blooms--an insidious, bewildering pulse deep within. The enormous dilator presses against the tender mound of his prostate, sending sparks that race up his spine. His manhood stiffens instantly. The betrayal of it shatters something in him. "No--" he sobs. "Not that. I don't--I don't want." His voice dissolves in his shame. The humiliation unbearable. His stiff length pulses against the air as the dilator is pushed to its full depth inside his aching rectum. He squeezes his eyes shut unable to bear it.

Moxie moves to drape a blanket over his turgid member, hiding his shame from view. "It's just your body reacting. You're safe."

The enormous fullness within him will not relent. His anus and rectum flutter around the thickness, spasming as if to reject the intrusion. The pressure against his prostate constant and confusing, cruelly entwined with sensations his heart cannot reconcile. His toes still curled tight, his thighs quaking as he fights to understand his own body. The dilator sits impossibly deep like an iron weight. His anus and rectum feel pried open beyond all reason. He can hardly breathe around the enormity of the invasion of his bottom. Every nerve in his rectum and anus ablaze as they continue to quiver. The fullness crushing and unrelenting--his body forced to endure what he swore it could not. The ache in his bottom spreading outward in waves. Every few seconds his hips jerk without consent. Bucking faintly. The motion shifting the monstrous girth within him. The blunt object pressing against the tender swelling deep inside--his prostate--and that traitorous spark of pleasure shooting through him.

His manhood continues to twitch, stiffening even harder under the blanket. Hot beads of moisture slipping free and soaking into the blanket betraying him further. He gasps ashamed and horrified. "I can't--Moxie," he looks at her eyes shining with his shame. Moxie brushes his hair back from his damp forehead, "You're okay. This is a normal reaction, Finn." she tells him, rubbing slow circles over his sternum. "Just breathe with me."

He tries to breathe, but when his hips jerk again the dilator shifts inside him, pressing hard against his prostate. He cries out in confusion, his body arching before he can stop it. His stiff length pulses again under the blanket and more wetness spills from him. "No, no, no."

The moment the nurse's hand shifts on the dilator his body jolts with dread. Every muscle in his bottom taut, as though his body refuses to let go of what has already pushed him beyond his limits. The slow withdrawal begins. His rectum spasms against the retreating girth, clenching hard as if trying to hold the intruder in place. At the same time, the deeper muscles convulse, straining to expel the object. The contradiction tears through him--squeeze and release, grasp and recoil--his body fighting itself in jagged waves.

Again, his hips rock without his consent, pressing the object harder against his tender prostate. A ragged moan clawing through him, torn between agony and raw bewildering pleasure. His rim stretched cruelly as the object shifts inside him, tugging with each millimeter of retreat. His anus spasms wildly, clenching to stop the movement, then trembling open again. Each movement jolting the tip against his prostate. The firm pressure blooming into unbearable sensation. Finn whimpers brokenly, his cheeks flush "N-no!" The dilator shifts again, the blunt tip pressing firmly against his prostate one final time, and Finn cries out--a guttural moan ripped from his chest. His hips bucking forcefully, arching off the supports, pressing the object deeper into that tender swell and his manhood spasms hard under the blanket. Then humiliatingly, uncontrollably, it jerks and pulses, and hot moisture spews in sticky spurts, soaking the soft fabric of the blanket Moxie had carefully draped across him to protect his dignity. The blanket darkens with the spreading wetness as Finn sobs, his body thrashing weakly. His face burning with shame.

Finally, with one last flutter of his anal rim the enormous dilator slips free. His bottom quakes and spasms, clenching on emptiness. The ache of the lingering stretch burns. His manhood still throbbing damply under the blanket.