25-year-old Faith had been in a wheelchair ever since a muscle biopsy that had been taken from her leg 10 years ago had left her unable to walk. She was short for her age – about 4 foot 10 inches – had long brown hair that she wore in a ponytail, brown eyes and eyeglasses with dark green frames.

One day, as Faith was surfing the web on her computer, her phone rang. She recognized the caller ID as her doctor’s office. When she answered, the receptionist on the other end ordered her to come down there – STAT. The doctor’s office was within walking distance of her house, so she quickly printed off one of her medication sheets – just in case – grabbed it off the printer and folded it up, put it in her purse, and started down the road.

She nervously wheeled herself into the doctor’s office, signed herself in, and rolled over to a spot in-between the rows of chairs in the waiting room.

About ten minutes later, the door opened. “Faith?”

Faith unlocked her chair and followed the nurse into the back. Eventually, she was lead to a part of the office that she had never been in before. She stopped when the nurse opened a door that said “Restricted - Test Rooms”

“It’s okay, Faith, darling,” the nurse said reassuringly.

Faith hesitantly followed her through the door and into a long, wide hallway with test rooms and corresponding test material storage rooms on one side and break rooms on the other side. When they reached test room 10, the nurse opened the door and turned on the light. Faith slowly wheeled herself into the room, which was about three times the size of one of the regular rooms. The nurse came in after her and closed the door, then introduced herself.

“Faith, my name is Nurse Julie. Dr. Jen will be in shortly.”

Nurse Julie was about 35, if that, and about 5 and a half feet tall. She had shoulder-length black hair, blue eyes, and a kind disposition.

“Wh-why am I here?” Faith asked, obviously nervous.

Just then there was a knock on the door and a woman that was about 40 years old and a smidge taller than nurse Julie with long brownish red hair and blueish green eyes came in.

“Hello, Faith. I’m Dr. Jen,” she said. “I bet you’re wondering why you got called here?”

“Yes, I was just asking Nurse Julie that.”

Dr. Jen then looked over at Nurse Julie, who nodded and began to explain.

“You see, Faith, we have a contract deal with MedVent, a company that invents medical equipment, both for us and other doctor’s offices around the world. They create a prototype of the product, then send it to us to test it. If it passes, then they produce a bigger batch of the product, and we use the same subject that we did on the prototype to test each one of the products in the batch. The product has always been something simple, like a stethoscope with a heating function on it so that it is not cold when it touches you, and the subject would get to go home after a few days. This time, though, they have sent us a much more complex product, and we needed someone who does not need to get up and walk around to be our test subject.”

“What kind of product is it?” asked Faith.

Julie answered, “It’s a new type of thermometer called the MASS thermometer.”

“What does MASS stand for? And why is it so complex – anyone can put a thermometer under their tongue?”

This time, Julie looked over at Dr. Jen. There was a brief moment of silence between the two of them, then finally, Dr. Jen answered.

“MASS stands for Motion and Sound Sensitive. And no one can put this one under the tongue because it is a rectal thermometer. Now, please undress from the waist down and get on the exam table for me. Julie will help you, if you need her to.”

“WHAT?! NO WAY!!! I’M OUTTA HERE!!!” Faith started to wheel herself toward the door.

Dr. Jen got a key out of her pocket, went over and locked the door, then put the key back in her pocket.

“Faith, look at me. We can’t let you leave. You are the only one who is young enough and does not need to walk. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“I choose NEITHER way!!!” Faith yelled, attempting to get to Dr. Jen’s pocket.

“Looks like it’s gonna be the hard way,” commented Dr. Jen. “Nurse, will you please get the restraints out from the lower left cabinet underneath the exam table? I have a feeling that we will be needing them with this one.”

Julie went to the middle of the room where the padded exam table stood and got out the restraints. She hooked each of them to the clip-on rings that were on one side of the table, then gently let the straps themselves fall to the floor.

While Julie was getting the straps ready, Dr. Jen was attempting to unbuckle Faith’s seatbelt on her wheelchair without giving her access to her pocket, and Faith was still attempting to get the key out of Dr. Jen’s pocket without giving her access to her seatbelt.

When she was done, Julie went over to assist Dr. Jen. By hugging her from the back of her chair, she was able to gently hold Faith’s torso and arms up against her chair, allowing Dr. Jen to unbuckle her seatbelt. As soon as she did, Faith immediately got on the floor, trying to crawl away. Dr. Jen quickly caught her, picked her up – she was surprisingly light, only about 85 pounds – and laid her down on the table on her back.

While Dr. Jen held Faith down, Nurse Julie picked up the wrist straps that were dangling from the clip-on ring at the top of the table, and locked her wrists in the rings at the end of the straps. She then picked up the torso straps off the floor and, one by one, hooked them to the corresponding clip-on rings on the other side of the table and tightened them. At this point, Dr. Jen let go of her, and pulled off her shoes, socks, pants and panties. Then she brought each of her legs up, and had Julie lock her feet in the rings at the end of the foot straps that were hooked on the top corners of the table.

Satisfied, Dr. Jen went to the next room to get the prototype of the MASS thermometer. Julie stayed with Faith.

“I’m sorry that we had to strap you down like this, but we need to be able to do this,” Julie told Faith apologetically.

A few minutes later Dr. Jen came back with a thermometer that was about a half an inch thick and about 7 inches long, and set it down on a tray. She then walked over to the medical supply counter at the opposite end of the room from the door and got out a big jar of Vaseline and a box of gloves and put them both on the tray, too.

Dr. Jen brought a stool over to Faith’s exposed rear. which was facing the counter, along with the tray. She sat down on the stool, snapped on some gloves, dipped her finger in the Vaseline, and proceeded to part Faith’s cheeks.

“Okay, I’m going to insert my finger now.” Faith wriggled around uncomfortably, as Dr. Jen inserted her finger into her rectum.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, Faith,” said Julie, stroking her head.

Dr. Jen withdrew her finger. “On second thought” she commented, “when I had my finger up your rectum just now, you seemed a little stopped up. Maybe we should go ahead and give you an enema…”

Dr. Jen went back over to the counter and retrieved a special enema-ready bedpan that curved upward on one side in order to catch all of the waste, an extra-large enema bag and some tubing with an enema nozzle on one end. “I’ve just got to go fill this bag up, and we will be ready to give you your boiling-hot milk enema.”

Faith gasped. “Did-did she say BOILING-HOT MILK?”

“I’m afraid so…” Julie told her sympathetically. “…it’s how we do enemas here.”

When Dr. Jen finally returned, the bag was full to the brim with steaming milk, and was in a bag warmer to keep it hot. She connected the tubing and hung the bag warmer with the enema bag inside on the pole. She put the bedpan aside for the time being, and again sat on the stool. She took the enema nozzle and lubed it with the Vaseline that was on the tray.

“Now, try and relax, Faith.” Faith did as she was told as Dr. Jen started to snake the tubing up her rectum.

“That’s a good girl. Now, you will feel a bit of hot liquid enter your body…”

With that Dr. Jen released the valve on the tubing, allowing the burning hot milk to flow into her.

Faith started to tear up when the burning hot liquid passed through her rectum. She looked up and saw Julie looking down at her.

“You’re doing great, Faith” said Julie. Noticing that Faith was holding back tears, she told her, “It’s okay. You can cry if you need to…this one is not a MASS enema.”

With that being said, Faith burst into tears, begging for Dr. Jen to take the enema nozzle out.

“Not yet, sweetie. I’m sorry to have to say this, but you must take the entire thing.”

About an hour later, she had managed to take the entire enema. Now, Dr. Jen slowly withdrew the enema nozzle and then quickly picked up the bedpan and put it underneath Faith’s butt. Dr. Jen was confident that she was cleaned out when she saw how much Faith had expelled. After cleaning out the bedpan and putting it away, Dr. Jen came up and stood beside Julie, making eye contact with Faith.

“Now that you’re all cleaned out, it’s time to try the prototype MASS thermometer. Are you ready?”

“I-I guess s-so,” Faith muttered. It was obvious by looking into her eyes that she was nervous again.

Dr. Jen stroked her forehead a few times and told her, “Don’t worry, darling. It might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but it shouldn’t hurt…especially now that we’ve gotten you all empty in there.”

“C-can Nurse Julie stay up here by my head?” Faith asked.

“Sure. She hasn’t moved from that spot yet, has she?” replied Dr. Jen, as she started back to her stool.

“Dr. Jen, before you sit down, would you mind grabbing me a stool, as well?” asked Julie. “I do not want to leave Faith feeling uncomfortable, but my legs are getting kind of tired.”

Dr. Jen got an extra stool out from the closet, and brought it back to Julie.

“Thanks.” Julie sat down on the stool, right next to Faith’s head, while Dr. Jen went back to the stool that was positioned between Faith’s restrained legs.

Dr. Jen dawned a fresh pair of gloves and put her finger in the Vaseline. “Okay, you’re going to feel my finger in your ass,” she informed Faith.

Julie immediately started stroking Faith on the head.

After she took her finger out Dr. Jen commented, “Much better that time. Couldn’t feel a single obstruction.”

She then picked up the prototype MASS thermometer from the tray, and coated it generously with Vaseline. As she parted Faith’s cheeks, she said, “I’m going to insert the thermometer on the count of three. Onnneeee…Twwooooo…Three.” Dr. Jen slowly inserted the thermometer, and Faith began to whimper.

“Shhhhhhh…it’s okay.” Julie continued to stroke Faith’s head. “Everything’s going to be okay.” Faith continued to whimper. “I know it’s uncomfortable, honey, but just try to stay quiet.”

Faith stayed very still and tried to stay quiet. Eventually, she was no longer making any sounds, but she was able to think that she wanted it out.

“That’s a good girl,” commented Julie, who was still stroking her forehead.

Finally, Dr. Jen announced, “Okay, Faith, you have been quiet and still for about 10 minutes...I am going to take it out now.”

Dr. Jen slowly extracted the thermometer and read it: 99.6.

Faith was waiting to be released from the restraints when she remembered something that was told to her earlier: that the same subject had to test each and every single product in the batches that came in from MedVent. In other words, she was going to be here for quite a while being a test-subject.