I open the door at the end of the hall and introduce my new patient to the exam room. Her shyness is reflected in the mirrors on the walls, brightened by candles. Soft music is playing in the background. Sterilized medical equipment and instruments lay on a medical table ready to be used. A massage table fitted with stirrups sits in the middle of the room. An IV stand, sitting beside the massage/exam table, displays a four quart clear silicone Klystra Classic enema bag. The hanging hose has an attached nozzle, Higginson pump, flow indicator, and clamps.

I inform her that when I leave the room she is to take all her clothes off, and lay on the exam table on her stomach. I tell her that during the procedure I will provide feedback to her and I expect oral and physical communications from her. I also expect to see a clean bottom each time she comes back from the toilet. There will also be consequences for negative actions, and rewards for positive actions. I leave the exam room for a short period, to allow her time to remove her clothes, relax, and contemplate what is about to happen.

I rejoin her and catch her admiring her naked body in the mirrors. I tell her how beautiful her body looks, especially her fanny, lying naked on the exam table. I put on exam gloves and tell her to spread her legs wide, so I can touch her vagina to see how wet she is. I assess her wetness, which is already visible, and her smell, which is so sweet. I tell her to relax and bear down as I lubricate her anxious anus with KY, and give her a digital rectal examination to determine if she is constipated. I insert a vintage rectal thermometer into her vagina, lubricated with her own juices, and another vintage rectal thermometer into her awaiting bottom, lubed with Vaseline, as she arches her back and moans. I tell her to lie still for a few minutes so her body’s core temperature can be assessed. I also give her words of encouragement before leaving the room.

I walk back into the room carrying a one gallon pitcher of 105 to 107 degree soapy water, made with vintage Ivory bar soap. She watches me, wide eyed, as I pour it into the awaiting clear enema bag. I tell her that all the soapy water will soon help her get rid of the miserable feeling in her stomach and make her feel so much better. She will also have to take at least three quarts before her enemas are over. I remove the vaginal and rectal thermometers and notice that both readings are elevated. She is extremely constipated, so I put her in the left side Sims position and insert a vintage black bulbous douche nozzle into her quivering bottom, which is well lubricated with Vaseline. I give her just enough warm soapy water to clear her lower colon out as she moans, and her body squirms and cramps, from her very first warm soapy water enema. She rushes to the toilet holding her bottom trying not to leak the new feeling all over the floor.

She playfully enters the room and notices that the one gallon enema bag is now hanging higher on the IV stand. The bulging bag has been refilled to overflowing with warm soapy water, with a strong smell of Ivory soap. She gasps as she sees the long five eighths inch wide snake lying on the exam table. I explain to her that it’s called a silicone colon tube and its job is to deliver the soapy solution high into her colon. I tell her to scoot down to the end of the exam table and place her legs into the Knee Crutch stirrups, while her hips will be slightly elevated from a foam cushion under her butt. Her anus is lubricated well with Vaseline, and the three foot long colon tube is well lubricated with Coconut and Olive Oil. Her rectum gets syringed with a mixture of Coconut Oil and Olive Oil to help ease insertion of the colon tube. As the tube starts to slowly disappear into her discovery channel, I notice that her vagina is dripping wet, her nipples are standing straight up, and her anus is pulsating. That’s a clear sign that she’s having her first multiple orgasms. I continue to insert the colon tube as her body allows, pulsating injections of soapy water with the Higginson pump, and releasing water with the clamp as needed. Her virgin colon welcomes thirty inches of colon tube, as she takes two and a half quarts of warm soapy water, with allot of deep breathing to get her through the multiple spasms. The colon tube is removed very slowly, giving her plenty of time to reflect on the feeling deep inside her bowels. A black butt plug is then inserted and I tell her she has to hold the soapy solution for at least fifteen minutes to ensure a thorough cleanout. Her body struggles with the retained volume of soapy water, and the extreme cramping, but she is justly rewarded by the continuing multiple orgasms. She finally makes the time mark and runs to the bathroom for some well deserved relief. In her haste to uncork her misery, she yanks the butt plug out. It slips out of her hand, and falls into the toilet, as the gush of soapy water and constipated matter also starts to flow into the toilet. She yells to me what she has done and I go to the bathroom. I see her standing over the toilet, still trying to hold the rest of the contents of her distended tummy, and sweating profusely. I tell her to retrieve the butt plug immediately or there will be consequences. I hand her some exam gloves, and she holds her nose, trying to keep her stomach contents down. She quickly searches and finds the hidden toy in the dark matter. The symphony of sounds coming from the bathroom continues for some time, until the conductor runs out of “sheet” music.

When she returns to the less noxious environment of the exam room she hands me the butt plug, which has been cleaned thoroughly, along with her butt, and says “sorry”. I put her into the knee-chest position on the exam table for her three quart rinse of clear water and sea salt. I lubricate her anus with Vaseline, and insert two fingers to dilate her in preparation for the insertion of the double balloon retention nozzle. A liberal amount of KY is smeared onto the retention nozzle for an easy insertion into her inflamed behind. I pump up both balloons to ensure the inside and outside sphincters are well sealed. Her extremely wet and swollen vagina next swallows up a seven inch long by one and a half inch wide dildo. She will be the first to “ride” my new floor model sex machine, while taking an enema. I hand her a Hitachi vibrator, adjust the enema bag hose clamp for a slow fill, and adjust the knob on the variable speed sex machine. As she watches the flow indicator, she starts moaning and twitching with multiple orgasms, from the warm water, extreme stimulation on her clit, and from the rhythmic slow stroking of her vagina by the dildo. I also massage her “sweet spot” on her lower spine to help stimulate her sexual energy. For her final rinse, she takes more than three quarts of warm saline solution. I help her spent body off the exam table into the bathroom, only after her bodies shaking multiple orgasms are over. She meekly states that she never knew that she could take so much, as she rubs her swollen "pregnant" belly. I tell her that she looks beautiful. I deflate the double balloon retention nozzle and slowly remove it, telling her to tighten her butt and not make a mess. She tiredly complies.

She is finally able to release the last of the dream that she has held for so long.

I offer her the use of a hot shower to refresh herself. For being such a great patient, I reward her with a nice relaxing full body oil massage. I also massage her sore anus with ointment, and recheck her rectal temperature, which is back to normal. As we get ready to end our session I tell her that all women really need are a good warm soapy water enema and a good fucking, not necessarily in that order, or maybe at the same time. She looks at me with a grin and says “I understand now. Can I make an appointment with you when I have my monthly cramps”?

My dream continues….

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The call came in about 5 AM, as I was somewhere between a dream and a hard on. I was recounting the time that I had spent healing a woman a few months ago that had severe constipation problems. It was a lucid dream where the sights and sounds, even the smells, tinkled my senses. I knew I needed to get up and pee, but the images of her lying naked on the exam table, receiving several enemas, and having multiple orgasms, were more than enough for me to hold my urge. I struggled to find the annoying noisy phone in my dream as I was suddenly jerked back into reality. I answered the phone and heard a quiet trembling voice state, “I’m hurting.” I instantly recognized the vibrations of her voice as the woman I had just been conversing with in my dream. I stated, “Nice to hear from you again, what’s wrong.” Her voice quivered as she said, “Cramps, bad cramps, I need help.” I asked her if she could meet me for an appointment at 7 AM. She stated that she would be there before that because she really needed my help. I heard a knock about 6:45, and opened the door to see a woman looking like she had not slept all night. There was something different about her that I couldn’t quite put my hands around. She was holding her lower stomach and sobbing in pain. I helped her into the exam room and offered her something to drink, and asked her if she had taken any pain medication. She stated that she had taken some over the counter relief a couple of hours ago. I told her that I could help her with her constipation problem. She stated, “It’s not from constipation; I have cramps because I’m getting ready to start my period.” I emphatically stated, “You want to bet that you’re constipated.” She said, “I’ll take that bet, what’s the prize?” I stated, “If you’re constipated you’ll have to submit to a full erotic examination, after you receive a series of enemas for your constipation.” She stated again, in a growling tone, “I’m not constipated, and because you’re going to lose, you will suck my clit until I squirt, because I’ve never done that before.” She was sitting on the examination table as I was talking to her, and it dawned on me what was different about her. I asked her what she had done to her breast. She grinned, and said that she wanted to feel what it was like to breastfeed, so she had been taking hormones to start lactating. She stated that a couple of days ago she had a strange feeling, her breasts felt full, and they were leaking a little. I stated enthusiastically, “I’ll take that bet, but it won’t be your clit I’ll be sucking.” She laughed, and said, “OK.” I gathered and prepared the enema equipment while she was undressing. I had her get on the exam table in the knee chest position so I could better examine her rectum. It was as I expected, full, hard, and impacted. I told her “I found your problem.” She stated, “What is it.” I stated, “Well, you really did need a full examination.” Her beautiful full breast swayed back and forth, and her nipples massaged the tabletop, as she squirmed and snarled, showing her displeasure for not winning the bet. I inserted two glycerin suppositories deep into her rectum to help clear a path for the first enema she was about to take. She finally had to dash to the bathroom to expel the results of the first installment. For the next hour I filled her colon with all the hot soapy water and sea salt solution that she could take, in every position that she would be comfortable in, considering her overextended bumpers. Her breast leaked, she had a couple of orgasms, and she expelled a copious amount of fluid from her vagina, and that was only from her reaction to the enemas. I was pleased when she came back into the room, with a clean bottom, after expelling the last of her, “I’m not constipated” argument. At least she remembered a little something from her last marathon enema session a few months earlier. She gave me a great big naked hug, thanked me, and stated that she felt so much better, and could I still do something to make her squirt. I just nodded and smiled. I quickly prepared the room for her examination. Sheets on the massage/exam table were changed, medical instruments and equipment were staged, and stirrups were inserted. I asked her to sit on the exam table while I checked her head, ears, eyes, nose, throat, and vital signs, which all looked exceptionally well. I also asked her if she had any other medical issues, and she stated no. I explained to her that an erotic examination not only examined her entire body, inside and out, but also assessed her body’s ability to respond to sexual stimuli, and evaluate the outcome. I asked her to flip over on her stomach and spread her legs. I lubricated her rectum and inserted a vintage thermometer into her awaiting bottom. Her vagina was already wet, again. I gathered both her scents on my fingers to ensure everything was as it should be, and on an absorbent cloth for later “analysis”. I read the thermometer that had just graced her beautiful bottom. The reading was elevated, but rectal temperatures are always one degree higher than temperatures taken orally. I asked her to roll over on her back. What a beautiful sight as her breast came into full view, with her nipples standing erect. I could see that she was definitely enjoying the attention, and I was fighting with my uncomfortable bulge straining to be set free, hidden by my doctor’s coat. I removed the stethoscope from around my neck to listen to her chest full of breast. I had some difficulty finding a suitable position to place the listening device to be able to hear her heartbeat clearly. Her heart was palpitating. I commented that her heart was beating faster than normal, was she anxious or excited? She meekly replied, “A little of both I suppose.” I palpated her swollen breast and underarms for any indications of disease, and examined her enlarged nipples and dark brown areolas closely. Further examination expressed a few droplets of milky fluid, after massaging each breast. She stated, “They hurt.” I stated, “It’s because they are so full, and we need to take some time to give you some relief.” I told her to turn on her side and move to the edge of the table so I could express some milk from both sides. I pulled the stool next to the exam table and sat down. I cupped her breast and started a gentle rhythmic movement, massaging her breast, with my breast pump. She groaned as her nipples responded immediately with a steady flow of warm milk. All her hormones had kicked in and provided the “let-down” reflex right at the appropriate moment. As I continued to suckle, I noticed that her whole body started twitching, and then convulsing, from the strongest multiple full body orgasms I had ever witnessed. Her moans built to screams, as her vagina squirted a fountain of liquid into the air, at least a foot high. I brought her down gently by continuing to nurse on each breast another fifteen minutes. That period of quiet time allowed me to finish relieving her painful swollen breast. She kissed me, as she got up off the table, and stated that her boobies felt wonderful, and the invitation for nutrition was always open. I followed her into the bathroom to help her start preparing for the rest of her erotic examination. I asked her if she had ever used a douche bag and she shook her head no. I showed her how to mix a water and vinegar solution, and then helped her with her first douche, in the shower. She finished by washing off the remnants of nature still clinging to her body. She was now ready for the rest of the examination, as dictated by the bet she lost. Her healing and awareness perseveres…. My dream continues….