One morning, about a month after the thermometer testing, Faith went back to the doctor for a random bout of constipation. She signed herself in, put “constipation” as the “reason for visit” (the last time, she had put a question mark in that box), and wheeled herself over to her waiting spot.

The door opened, and a familiar voice called, “Faith?”

Faith wheeled herself over to the door where Nurse Julie was standing. She followed Nurse Julie back to the room and Julie said, “Okay, Faith please undress from the waist down so that I can give you an enema.”

“No way!! I’m not letting you do that to me this time. I just need a laxative prescription.”

“Faith, please undress. Otherwise, you’ll get the alternative treatment.”

“Which is??”

“If you’re curious about it, then you’ll get it.”

“Anything can be better than an enema in this place,” Faith commented, remembering her boiling hot milk enema at the beginning of the thermometer testing.

“Okay then, follow me.” Faith followed behind Julie until they reached the door that said “Restricted – Test Rooms.” When they got to that point, she turned around and started to wheel out, but Julie pushed her through the door back into room 10 again. When they had gotten into the room, Nurse Julie shut the door and locked it.

“Hello again, Faith.” Faith recognized the voice as Dr. Jen. “Nice to see you again, barring the circumstances.”

“Why am I here again?” Faith asked. “I thought we were done with the thermometer testing…”

“We are,” said Julie. “but we have another MASS product we need to test. And seeing as how you are constipated, you are the perfect test subject.”

As soon as she said that, Faith knew that the product was a MASS enema nozzle. She started to wheel herself toward the fire escape door, but Dr. Jen blocked the way.

“Now, Faith,” she said sternly. “You know we need to do this.”

“NO, you DON’T!!!!” Faith yelled. “I just need a prescription for a laxative.”

“Nurse Julie, it looks like we have quite the rebel on our hands. Would you mind helping me?”

“Sure thing, Doctor.” Julie came over and unbuckled Faith from her chair while Dr. Jen was hugging her from behind. Julie then swiftly picked her up and laid her on the exam table on her stomach facing the door, sitting on her back while Dr. Jen handed her the straps. The exam table had been widened to accommodate a patient who was to be in spread-eagle position. Julie brought Faith’s arms out perpendicular to her body, and strapped them down. She then moved down to sitting on her legs, and strapped her torso down at very small regular intervals, leaving her butt-cheeks exposed. Finally, she hopped down and, after taking off her shoes, socks, pants, and panties, spread Faith’s legs as far as they would go with Dr. Jen’s help, and strapped one down while Dr. Jen strapped the other one down.

After they had finished, Faith had straps on her arms and legs, and at regular intervals from her armpits down to her tailbone.

Julie came over to Faith’s head and told her, “I’m sorry, Faith, but you really do know that this needs to be done.”

Dr. Jen explained to Faith about the enema nozzle. “Now, Faith. Like the thermometers, another daughter of the same MedVent employee, this one 6 years old, had tested this prototype for crying and movement sensitivity. It worked, so they sent it to us. It uses the same MASS technology as the thermometers, except instead of not registering if you make any sounds or movements, it will make the liquid – whatever it may be – go in extremely slowly. Every ten minutes that you cry or move, we will put 50 milliliters of enema solution into another bag that you will have to take in addition to the bag that is currently going in. This enema tube is special because it branches off into two tubes – one is running into the toilet that we have since put in over by the counter in the corner, and one that is attached to the enema bag. If you try and eject it before the enema is done, including while we are changing bags, if applicable, we will let you finish ejecting it, but you will have to take another 2 full bags after you finish, plus whatever was in the other bag for crying or moving, which we will continue to add to if you still don’t stop.”

Julie chimed in by saying, “The people at MedVent are almost positive that it will work, but they will only be available in this office. They have made about 10 more, each of the same size but different shapes, and are currently testing them one a day for crying and movement sensitivity. Unfortunately, to be sure that it works, just like the thermometer, we have to use the same exact lube and, in this case, the same exact enema formula.”

“What kind of lube was it, and what was the formula?’ asked Faith nervously.

Julie looked over at Dr. Jen, who told her, “The lube was Vicks, and the formula was 2-parts boiling hot milk to 1-part hot sauce. The enemas given by this particular nozzle are going to be primarily for punishment.”

“WHAT?!?” exclaimed Faith. “Why am I being punished?”

“You’re not being punished; we just need someone who is constipated and does not want a regular enema.”’ Answered Julie.

“Oh, and this nozzle is going on another tube that is going to be connected to the toilet,” said Dr. Jen, holding up a nozzle that was about a quarter inch in diameter at the top, and narrowed down to a point about 5 millimeters in diameter with a hole at the end. “It is not MASS because it goes in your bladder and helps you urinate without me having to bring over a bedpan.”

Dr. Jen stopped talking for a few seconds, then said, “Well, I think that’s everything you need to know. It’s only 10:00 in the morning, so we have plenty of time to get the prototype started. What do you say, Nurse Julie?”

“I agree. But first, could you please get me a stool from the closet? I have a feeling that I am going to be needing it.”

“Sure thing. I need to get the pole out of the closet, anyway.” Dr. Jen went to the closet and got the enema pole and two stools: one for herself and one for Julie.

She brought one stool over to Julie, who was standing right beside faith’s head. “Thanks,” said Julie as she sat down and began to stroke Faith’s forehead.

“You-you remembered!?!” Faith softly exclaimed.

“Yes, I did. And I will do this all day, every day that you are here.”

“Thank you. You have no idea what that means to me.”

Dr. Jen brought her stool over and set it at the end of the table between Faith’s legs. About 10 minutes later, she had gotten almost everything ready to go: 4 enema bags each filled to the brim with the boiling hot milk and hot sauce formula hung from the enema pole in bag warmers, a batch of extra solution was in a pot which was in a pot warming bag, a 50 milliliter syringe and an extra enema bag were out, the one branch of the enema tube was connected to one of the hanging bags, and both the bladder tube and the other branch of the enema tube were connected to the toilet. Dr. Jen brought a larger tray than she had used with the thermometers over beside her and brought the pole over beside the tray on the side facing the counter. She then put the extra enema bag, extra solution, syringe, a box of gloves, and a big jar of Vicks on the tray, the prototype MASS enema nozzle on the enema tube, and the bladder nozzle on the bladder tube.

Dr. Jen snapped on some gloves and then picked up the bladder tube first. “Okay, Faith. I’m not gonna lie; When I insert this bladder tube, it is going to hurt, but only for about 5 to 10 minutes. Also, remember that this tube is not MASS, so you can cry until the pain subsides, okay?”

“O-Ok-kay…”

“Okay, I am going to insert the bladder tube on the count of three. One…Two…Three.”

Dr. Jen slowly and deliberately inserted the nozzle into Faith’s bladder. “OWWWWWWW,” she yelled, tears streaming down her face.

“There, it’s in. I’ll let you get used to this tube and calm down before I insert the enema nozzle.”

“OWWW…OWWW…OWWW” Faith cried.

“Shhhhhh…it’s alright…it’s alright…” whispered Julie.

About 5 minutes later, Faith had stopped crying. Her tear-stained face was looking at Julie, who was continually stroking her forehead.

Dr. Jen opened the jar of Vicks and dipped her finger in it. Faith could feel her nasal passages burn at the smell. “Now, I’m going to insert my finger with some Vicks on it…”

Faith felt a slight burn in her anal canal as Dr. Jen’s finger went up into her rectum. When she got it in and started feeling around, she exclaimed, “Oh. WOW!!! You really ARE constipated. I can feel a lot of fecal matter buildup in there.”

She withdrew her finger and picked up the enema tubing. “This is what is going in your butt today.” She showed the nozzle to Faith. It had a top about two and a half inches thick, and it had a two-inch-thick hollow probe sticking out. The probe was about 3 inches long, and narrowed at the end to form a point with an extremely small hole in it. She released the clamp on the enema tubing, and the narrowed end opened up to the full 2-inch diameter. She clamped it back before the solution could get to the nozzle, and it retracted back to its original shape. The same thing happened when she released and redid the clamp on the tubing going to the toilet.

Dr. Jen put the probe into the Vicks, coating it generously. “Okay, I am going to put in the enema nozzle now. Ready? One…Two…Three.”

She very slowly introduced the enema nozzle into Faith’s bottom. Once it was in, she unclamped the enema tubing. The solution of hot milk and hot sauce began to flow into her rectum. The enema hurt like hell, and Faith began to scream and cry. The nozzle began to retract again, causing the flow to become slower.

“Shhh…I know, I know…” Julie whispered to her. “Try to calm down…”

5 minutes later, Faith had calmed down significantly. She was still whimpering, but not nearly as much or as loud as she was when the nozzle was first introduced.

“Please” said Julie. “Try to stop whimpering.”

Faith stopped whimpering. “Good girl.” Julie was looking at Faith’s longing eyes that were practically begging her to get Dr. Jen to remove the nozzle. “I’m sorry, Faith, but you have to take the entire thing.”

Though her eyes were filling with tears, Faith stayed quiet for the rest of the enema. An hour later, the enema was complete. Dr. Jen clamped the enema tubing and unclamped the tube leading to the toilet. Faith immediately burst into tears and expelled a LOT of fecal matter into the toilet via the tube.

“That’s enough for today,” commented Dr. Jen. “We will start testing one enema nozzle each day when the batch gets here…”

Just then, she got a text from MedVent. “…which it seems will be tomorrow. I just received confirmation that all 10 of the nozzles are being shipped priority here. Well, see you girls tomorrow.”

Julie was still sitting by Faith’s side, stroking her forehead while she continued to cry. “You did great today, Faith,” praised Julie. “How about something to eat? I’ve got just the thing in my freezer…”

“Okay,” sobbed Faith.

Julie went over to her room and brought back a pint of strawberry ice cream. “You seem like the strawberry-type to me, am I right?”

Julie proceeded to feed Faith the entire pint of ice cream. After she had finished, Julie got up and threw away the container. Then, she came straight back to her spot and continued stroking Faith’s forehead.

“You’ve had a long day. Why don’t you close your eyes and get some sleep?”

Faith did as Julie suggested and closed her eyes. Julie continued to stroke her forehead until she was fast asleep.