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Paola has gone to a camp every summer since she was 13. The first week of the camp is for all the visitors, boys and girls, to get an examination. Paola is extremely terrified of doctors, but she doesn't mind these examinations because she never goes through any of the humiliating things she does with her regular doctor. At her last visit to her regular doctor her mom had to hold her arms up to get a breast exam and a nurse had to keep her legs spread while her mom held her arms for a quick check of her genitals. The only two "incidents" she can think of here is the time she had a stomach ache and the doctor gave her an abdominal exam where he had her unbutton her jeans and felt under her panties and the other where she came close to having to get her temperature taking rectally.
Paola had just turned 18 and was getting ready to go to college. She only came because she wanted to relax. The day came for her to get her exam, and for the first time she was a little worried because over the years she overheard the older girls talking about their exams. One particular talk she always remembered was a girl who almost broke down talking about the doctor examining her breasts and even her "area." "I was completely naked. He said it was policy to give you a full exam when you reached 18," she remembered the girl saying.
She arrived at the nurse's office before lunch. She was in her uniform, which for girls was a pink polo and khaki pants or shorts, she wore shorts. She was called in by the nurse and led to the scale where the nurse took her weight and height. She walked into the exam room and immediately felt a chill down her spine. The nurse took her blood pressure, gave her a cup for a urine sample, gave instructions for where to leave the cup and to come back and wait for the doctor.
The doctor came in with a smile and asked her how her she was doing.
"Fine," she said with a forced smile.
"Okay. Let's begin by checking your spine. So sit up straight, please," said the doctor. Paola did what she was told and the doctor put his hand under her shirt and felt her spine. Although she didn't like the feeling of him getting so close to her bra, at least there was no exposure.
"Okay. Now go to the middle and bend over and try to touch your toes." She got up and followed instructions. She gasped when the doctor lifted her shirt up to her neck.
"It's okay. I need to check for abnormalities." She quickly pulled her shirt back down as soon as he was done. "Now I'm going to check your lungs, so please remove your shirt."
"But I've never had to do this before," she said.
"I know, but you're getting older and I need to check you more thoroughly," replied the doctor. Paola turned around and took her shirt off and used it to cover her bra. "Please put the shirt on the chair and allow me to check you," commanded the doctor. She put the shirt down and crossed her hands to cover her chest. The doctor placed the stethoscope on her back and moved it all over her back. He then pulled her hands down and placed the stethoscope on her right breast. She turned her head and blushed as he lifted the cup and placed it directly on her breast. He repeated the process on the other side and put his stethoscope away. The contact of her sensitive breast tissue by the very cold metal object was shocking to her each time the doctor moved the listening device around on her skin. The immediate result was for her acorn nipples to become rather stimulated from the shock and stick out even more than they did already. She liked it when her nipples reacted to the contact of the cold water when the shower was first turned on. This was different as the doctor was watching the natural reaction.
Paola, thinking he was done, reached for her shirt. The doctor slapped her hand and said, "We're not done yet. In fact, I need you to remove your bra for a breast exam."
Paola's nightmare was coming true.
Paola sat there in shock at the thought of having her satin bullet bra removed. The last thing she wanted was for the doctor and nurse to see her conical breasts with their puffy nipples fully exposed instead of half hidden by the bullet bra cup. She knew her nipples would immediately become erect in the cool air of the exam room. She was not used to others looking at her lovely breasts. She would never make a good exhibitionist.
While the doctor wrote some notes in his examination log, the young nurse reached over to the back band of the satin foundation garment and quickly had the clasp separated. With experienced hands, she slipped her fingers under the straps at the shoulders and slowly pulled the straps down the arms of the patient. This action brought a look of consternation to Paola as she realized it had to be done. Soon the bullet-shaped cones of the bra were slipping forward revealing her lovely bosom. Her 36C size breasts jutted forward with no sag at all. Her mother had made sure she wore the best support bras from the very beginning of her breast development. She lifted her arms a bit to assist the nurse with the final removal of the now useless garment which was soon placed with her shirt.
Going to the brassiere store with her mother in recent years to be fitted for the new bras needed to compensate for her rapidly developing breasts had never been pleasant. The fitting lady in the store always commented on her excellent breast development and usually had her try on a half dozen different bras during a fitting session. Now a man was going to see her ample breast development for the first time.
The doctor turned, after setting down the examination log, to see the beautiful breasts of his patient. He knew this would be an exam to remember for a long time and did not waste time stepping over to the table to get a closer look-see at Paola. He told her, "I will be doing a manual exam of your breasts to check for lumps or other abnormalities which may need to be checked out further."
With that, he grasped her left breast and began to manipulate it with his fingers, spending plenty of time squeezing the puffy nipple. This activity was most embarrassing to Paola as she had never experienced it before. He ended the exam of her left breast with a special magnification device he removed from his lab coat pocket spending a few moments checking the duct openings in her big nipple.
He then stepped around to the opposite side of the black leather covered exam table and began the manual exam of her right breast. Suddenly he felt something suspicious and poked and prodded further to isolate the lump which was very small. Finally he continued with the remainder of the breast ending with the magnification device being used on visualization of her nipple duct openings. He was concerned about the small lump he had found and said to the nurse, "Please bring the breast extraction syringe so that I can test for any suspicious fluids in her right breast."
As the nurse stepped from the exam room, the doctor explained to Paola, who was now in a state of disbelief at the turn of events, that he had discovered a very small lump in her right breast and was going to do an extraction procedure on her right breast to see if any fluid could be withdrawn from her nipple ducts. It was a standard test many women had experienced in the past.
This did little to calm Paola as she was not aware she even had a small lump in her beautiful breast. The nurse soon returned with a big glass syringe, some rubber tubing and a funnel-looking device in clear plastic. The doctor quickly assembled the pieces in front of him connecting the plastic funnel shaped part to the tubing and the tubing to the business end of the big glass syringe. The nurse rubbed some special cream on her breast in back of the nipple which did not hurt. She then wiped a cotton swab all over the puffy pink nipple to clean it of any germs. The cold alcohol caused Paola's nipple to stick out even further causing her more embarrassment. Her face was now a bright red.
Before she could gather her senses, the doctor placed the funnel device over the conical breast in front of him and pushed it well on making sure the nipple was centered just above the collection bulb. To Paola, it looked like a glorified breast pump like her auntie had used often when she was breast feeding her baby cousin a few years ago. Paola could never forget the day that her Auntie had shown her how the electric breast pump worked. Once attached to her milk filled breasts, the machine was turned on and soon the pumping action was adjusted so the milk was easily spurting into the two collection funnels.
The doctor explained that he would be creating a vacuum with the glass syringe to withdraw any suspicious fluids that might be from the lump and that she might experience some discomfort and maybe burning during the procedure. This did little to calm his nervous patient as her eyes were rather dilated looking down at her right breast now contained in the plastic funnel. She could only watch as the doctor slowly pulled back on the syringe plunger causing the funnel to pull tight to her breast. He pulled the plunger back a bit more and she felt her puffy nipple begin to be pulled out into the funnel by remote control and begin to turn a brighter shade of pink as it engorged with blood due to the lowered pressure in the tip of the funnel shape.
At first it was uncomfortable and soon she began to notice a burning sensation in her nipple. The doctor pulled the plunger back a bit further causing the nipple to swell even more. He then waited about a minute to see if any fluid was going to exit from the nipple ducts. After a minute, he released the plunger allowing the terrible sucking sensation to release its hold on the breast of Paola who by now was wondering if it was going to end.
The funnel-shape collection device was removed from her breast the the nurse wiped her entire breast with alcohol to clean the sealing agent that had been applied earlier. The doctor said, "This is good news that no fluid was found exiting your nipple, but we should follow up with an x-ray just to make sure it is nothing more than a small cyst that may go away in a few months. After the x-ray we will decide if the lump needs to be drained with a needle."
Paola was in deeper shock just at the thought that she might have to have a needle stuck into her beautiful breast. Her focus was quickly turned from the thought of needles to more pressing issues as the nurse said, "You need to stand up and remove your skirt and panties for the internal pelvic examination. Just set your clothing on the other items while I set up the stirrups for your exam."
Meanwhile the doctor was again writing in his examination log some notes about the breast lump.
Paola was released after her internal examination but scheduled to return the next day right after lunch so the suspicious breast lump could be given a diagnostic X-Ray just to make sure what type of lump had formed. She was nervous most of the night never forgetting what the doctor had mentioned about sticking the lump with a needle.
The next morning found the doctor with a freshly delivered package of medical supplies. He always made sure to check any new hard rubber enema or douche nozzles upon delivery as often times they contained rough areas that had not been removed at the factory. This batch of nozzles was no different from the last and he marked several of the larger enema nozzles and a few of the douche nozzles for additional polishing by the nurse as soon as she could get to the task.
Not having a busy morning, the nurse took the nozzles and began to polish out the rough spots and give each of them a secondary inspection and final overall polish so they looked like a black mirror. It was always important to check out the newly polished nozzles on her patients to insure they had felt no discomfort. She always made sure to tell them it was a new nozzle being used for the first time and to let her know if they felt any irritation when the nozzle was inserted. Some of the new nozzles even attracted the attention of the nurse as being somewhat visually stimulating by their size and or shape. She had been known to take a few of them to her own cabin and try them out on herself in the past before bringing them back.
Just after lunch, a very nervous Paola reported to the camp medical office. Soon she was called back to an exam room at the end of the hallway. As she and the nurse passed by the open doors, she noticed a room with a big tub in the middle of the room. It had a set of stirrup things on either side just like the exam table had yesterday during her embarrassing pelvic exam. There was a cabinet on the side of the room with glass doors. Behind the big glass doors were many different rubber syringes with their white or red rubber bulbs. She had never seen so many different syringes before in her life and hoped she never had to go into the room. She noted the door was painted with neat black lettering "Irrigations". She was sure that if the room could tell stories, that many of the stories would be traumatic in nature for the patients.
The nurse soon had her inside the last exam room at the end of the hallway and ordered her to remove her camp blouse and her bra. Reluctantly Paola unbuttoned the blouse and soon thereafter had her bullet bra removed while the nurse was setting out the paperwork from yesterday. She had Paola set on the exam table and wait while she returned with the doctor. A few minutes later the doctor entered the room happy to see the half naked young woman with her beautiful puffy acorn nipples rather erect in the cool air of the room. He checked his notes and approached Paola saying it was time to locate the lump and mark it for the technician in the X-ray room. Taking the conical breast in he hand, he again gave it an extensive manual exam making sure to find the suspicious lump and then make an X on the location with a special black marker. The black X on the top side of her breast about 10 millimeters back from the edge of the pink aureola was very easy for Paola to see and made her even more nervous.
The doctor then ordered the nurse to. "Take her to the X-ray room and have the technician do a standard 2 view exam of the location I have marked. Give her a short gown to put on before leaving the room."
Paola was happy to put the short open back gown on until she discovered it was very thin material and did little to hide her breast development. Her 36C cup breasts thrust the garment out in the front much more than she had expected. With the almost gossamer gown now covering her breasts, the nurse had Paola come with her down another hallway to a big door marked X Ray Lab.
As they entered the door of the room, Paola was surprised to see a girl about her age at the side of the room by a small chair and screen. The older looking girl was in her bra and panties just putting her camp shorts back on. Soon she had her blouse on and asked the technician lady, "I am dressed and ready to go, can I leave now?"
The technician replied, "Just go back to your scheduled class and we will get back to you with the results of your X-ray. The girl had a distraught look on her face as she quickly left the room.
Paola began to look around the room and noticed next to the big black X-ray machine a special roll around stand with an almost empty syringe bag hanging from the hook at the top. It looked huge to her, much larger than most syringe bags she had seen in her past. The hose seemed to be longer the the nozzle at the end had two huge looking balloons. She wondered to herself how such a nozzle could be forced into the human body.
The technician lady now turned her attention to her new patient and said, "Sorry I am a bit behind schedule, the last patient had difficulty with her barium enema procedure and it took longer than expected. Just let me get things put in order so we can deal with your much easier mammogram. Paola was shocked to hear that the girl ahead of her had just been subject to a barium enema, it made her feel like she might get off easy with just her big breast subject to the penetrating rays.
All too soon, the technician had the machine set up for the mammogram and Paola had to remove her simple gown revealing once again her magnificent breasts to another person. The technician looked at the black X and said, "Just relax, this will be an easy area to deal with"
Soon enough the nurse had Paola standing in front of the plate holder with her breast on the cold surface. Then to the consternation of Paola, a clear plastic plate was brought down to almost smash her ample breast tissue almost flat causing her much discomfort. She was instructed not to move while the plate was exposed. With the horizontal exposure out of the way, a vertical exposure of the suspicious lump was done next without the compression of her breast. When done, she was allowed to put the gown back on and the nurse took her back to the exam room.
The nurse had Paola remove the gown as she got a swab filled with alcohol. She turned to Paola and said, "Just hold still while I remove the mark on your breast and then you can get dressed. The doctor will look at the developed film and decided what to do with the lump." Paola was only too glad to have the cold swab rub the black mark from her shapely breast and then put her bullet bra back on.
Ready to leave, the nurse said to Paola, "Just relax and go back to your class, we will be in touch with you in regards to what is to happen next."
Paola was all to happy to leave the medical facility. On the way down the hallway, she heard voices in the "Irrigations" room and just as she was going past, the door suddenly opened. She could not help herself but to look in and sneak a peek at what was going on. As the nurse shoved the service cart out the door into the hallway, blocking her passage, Paola saw one of the senior girls on a special canvass sheet stretched over the top edges of the big slightly elevated tub. Her legs were strapped into the stirrups and the doctor was busy ready to insert a big enema nozzle into her bottom. The enema bag hanging from the special stand at the end of the tub was very swollen and looked almost as big as the one she had just seen in the X-ray lab. The nurse pulled the door shut closing off her view and excused herself for locking Paola. Paola looked down on the white cotton towel of the cart to see a pear shaped red rubber bulb with a big black douche nozzle sticking out of it. She immediately suspected it had just been used on the girl in the stirrups. She followed the nurse down the hallway and then exited through the waiting room. She had seen way too much in the past hour and was glad to be out of the medical facility at least for a while.
After Paola had left the medical facility, the young nurse had a few minutes before her lunch break. The new nozzles were still very much on her mind and she had been thinking about which ones she might like to try out. She slipped back to the equipment room where the freshly polished nozzles were still spread out on the white tiled counter top. With the ten new nozzles all lined up neatly in a row, she now reconsidered which of them would go back to her cabin later that afternoon.
The douche nozzles seemed to gather most of her attention as they always had from her first experiences with a fountain syringe years past. The big six fluted douche nozzle with the gentle curve was set aside along with contoured douche nozzle that flared out where the hose connected. This would really spread the labia of any woman and allow for the retention of medicated solutions. Known as a treatment nozzle, it was called on to deal with infections which were rather common in the sexually active members of the camp. Just looking at it made her girly parts tingle with anticipation. This evening was going to be a good one. Two was enough for this time and they were quickly wrapped up in a small white towel and slipped into her purse for safe keeping. The thought of the two sensuous nozzles in her purse was never far from her thoughts during the remainder of the afternoon.
She then placed the remainder of the new nozzles in the box for testing before they would be added to the big cabinet with the glass doors. There was plenty of room in the cabinet for more nozzles. She glanced over at the cabinet and surveyed the myriad of nozzle types in storage. Many of them had special meaning to her as they had been attached to her big 3 quart fountain syringe. After that summer at her grandmother's house years ago, a fountain syringe had been her syringe of choice. She had sneaked enemas and douches with the syringe she had discovered in the bathroom cabinet all summer long. Her mother had shown her how to douche sitting on the toilet, but a book she found in her grandmother's bookcase had described how to douche on the back in the tub. She tried out the new position and liked it so much it became her favored method for intimate cleansing.
The next patient was not on time and probably was hiding out in the dorm to keep from keeping her appointment. She was scheduled for an enema and a rectal exam. The doctor had found her rear opening torn and suspected some anal sex with a boy just before she left for camp. While waiting for the patient to show up, the nurse remembered back to that summer at grandmothers house. The second day, she was in the bathroom after a nice long hot bath in the claw footed tub. Grandmother had went to the store and would not be back for over an hour. She finished her bath and toweled her shapely body dry. She then walked over to the cabinet where she had placed her bra and panty girdle neatly on the lace runner that covered the top of the wooden storage device. She pulled the panty girdle on and soon had the bullet bra supporting her conical breast. The top drawer was slightly ajar which was not normal. Curious, she pulled the wide drawer open a bit and in front of her was a old shoe box.
Why would there be a shoe box in the top drawer where usually soap and towels were to be found. She pulled the drawer open a bit more and was able to pull the top off of the paste board box. Inside was a small white towel wrapped around something that fit the box real well. Whatever it was, it must be important to gather so much attention from her grandmother. Curiosity only became greater and she pulled the towel wrapped object from the open box and found the weight to be rather light. Whatever it was, it did not weigh much.
She wondered why a shoe box instead of some original box and began to wonder if the box might have been left by her older cousin who had just been visiting a week before and had already left for home. She opened the towel to find a brand new shinny bulb douche syringe. The orange red bulb almost glistened in the soft light coming through the big window. The big curved black nozzle had a rubber shield that slid up and down on the pipe. Covering the end of the pipe was a nice rubber cap. She had to know what the business end of the syringe looked like and pulled the cap off revealing a silver metal like device in the end of the nozzle. There was a small hole in the silver metallic insert which is where the solution must exit when the bulb was compressed. Being so new, she figured her cousin must have left it by mistake. She squeezed the bulb and air hissed from the small hole. She was in shock that such an item was there in her hands and just the thought of trying it out made her tingle all over with special sensations. She had to get dressed before grandmother arrived home and that time was drawing near. She quickly put the syringe back as she had found it and headed to her bedroom to finish dressing. While she was dressing. the thought of trying out the new discovery in the bathroom still dominated her thoughts.
With her curiosity of the medical field and plenty of time on her hands that summer, she decided to read some of the many medical books in her grandmother's library cabinet. Grandmother had been a nurse for many years and the many medical texts filled two of the 6 shelves in the Craftsman style cabinet of dark stained oak. She walked over to the cabinet and opened the doors so she could make a selection. One title that caught her immediate attention was a dark green hard bound volume with gold trim. Advanced Gynecological Nursing Practice, was well illustrated with excellent pen and ink drawings throughout the length of the book. She found it interesting as the illustrations were so detailed giving no doubt to the capabilities of the artist. She closed the cabinet and took the book to her room where she began to glance through the book until she arrived at the index. She went to Douche and discovered to her surprise that there were many pages with douche information which really got her attention. Turning to the first page noted in the index, she found a chapter titled, Correct Douche Procedure. Just the title made tingles shoot through her body. Here was something almost forbidden that she had been curious about for several years since she had gotten her period.
She began to read the text and soon turned the page to find a beautiful illustration of a young woman sitting on a toilet, legs well spread. labia being held apart with one hand as the other hand was inserting the first inch or two of a big bulb douche syringe. On the next page was the same young woman lying back in a bath tub legs spread with the bulb douche syringe fully inserted, the shield of the nozzle wedging the puffy labia apart far more than all but the largest penis might be able to do. The caption advised that taking a douche on the back in the tub was the best method and should be encouraged to all patients. Another tingle shot through her body as she realized she had found out some important and yet erotic knowledge which most girls her age were not privy to. Here was justification to give the syringe left by her cousin a test the next time she got a chance. She tried to imagine how it would feel to have the big nozzle squirting deep in her pelvis. Just the thought brought more tingles in her clit and her nipples were becoming hard pushing against the soft lining of her bullet bra.
She continued reading the rest of the chapter filling her mind with knowledge and erotic thoughts. Another subject of interest was the long hot medicated treatment douche that could take from 30 minutes to an hour on a special irrigation table with knee crutches. Eventually she took the book back and put it in the cabinet lest her prudish grandmother find the book missing. The text and illustrations were never very far from her thoughts that afternoon as she lay on a blanket sunning herself in her one piece swimsuit.
The young nurse had her memories of past erotic events brought to a halt as the patient scheduled for the enema and rectal exam suddenly came through the waiting room door with a rather distraught look on her face. The look and her being 30 minutes late for the scheduled procedure did not bode well.
She slowly walked over to the desk and explained that she was embarrassed because her period had started earlier in the day. She wanted to postpone the exam but was not sure if such a thing was possible.The doctor was called into the office and the two of them spoke briefly. Basically, the exam had to continue to make sure she did not have an infection from the tearing that had been observed in her last visit two days before.
The doctor came over to the young nurse and said, "Please take Amanda to the irrigation room and give her a warm cleansing enema and then put her in exam room #3 where I will do the internal rectal exam to make sure she is improving."
With that he left the room and Amanda was taken reluctantly down the hallway to the irrigation room where she was told to remove everything but her bra.
The young nurse set about preparing the syringe for her patient at the sink, It was not long before the big rubber syringe was hanging from the antique white colored irrigation stand with its Victorian curved design giving no doubt as to its age. It had served long and well helping to administer treatments to the young ladies of the camp for well over 30 years. Today it would serve again as the weight of a full syringe bag was supported by the graceful curved hook at the top of the portable stand. The nurse pushed the irrigation stand over to the table where she would administer the enema. The wheels rolled smoothly across the small hexagon black and white tiles of the freshly waxed floor. The bearings of the wheels were a bit on the aged side and with the humid atmosphere, slight rust had always been a problem. The squeaking of the wheels echoed off the wainscoted walls letting all within know that something was going to happen.
Poor Amanda stood at the end of the table waiting for her date with the syringe. She had not been given a gown as she would not be needing it so stood there in her bullet bra waiting for the nurse to speak. All the while she was looking at the swollen red rubber bag that was soon going to be full of wrinkles. She hoped she did not have an accident during the enema like the one she had experienced a few years ago at the doctor's office. She was older and certainly had more bowel capacity today. She always felt that the nurse had adjusted the height of the syringe bag way too high that infamous day. Since it was her first enema at the doctor's office, her mother had been allowed to stand beside her daughter and hold her hand while the nurse and her assistant in training administered the traumatic enema causing her tummy to swell making her look fat. Her mother just tried to encourage her to relax and stop complaining because taking an enema was not that big a deal.
The nurse had Amanda lie face down on the big leather table and put a wide leather strap across her back. Next she turned the big chrome plated hand wheel on the side of the table causing it to raise up in the middle elevating the bulbous backside of her patient about 6 inches above their former height. With the patient in position, the second leather strap was then brought together across the lovely tanned thighs of her patient and buckled in place.
Amanda was nervous and asked, "Why such a position for an enema.?"
A quick reply from the nurse was, "Because with the buttocks elevated position, the nozzle will be easier to insert and gravity will assist the solution to pass deeper into the bowel. Since you are so late, I need to get you cleaned out quickly if we are to keep our schedule this afternoon."
With the patient in position and well informed, the nurse spread the perfectly shaped buttocks in front of her and proceeded to squirt some lube on the crinkled opening soon to have the nozzle inserted. Amanda tried to relax knowing all too well that the black nozzle would soon be forcing its way into her backside. The nurse grabbed the nozzle from the open top of the syringe bag and placed a bit of lubrication on the recently polished nozzle making it glisten even more. She always enjoyed inserting nozzles into herself or her patients knowing full well the erotic sensations that the nozzle would bring to the patient. The bent vaginal nozzle would penetrate deeply and deliver the solution far away form the external anal sphincter muscle so as to not cause premature expulsion. With a twisting and pressing inward motion, the flared end of the 4 grooved pipe was inside Amanda before she knew what was happening. A couple of more inches and the irrigation holes were inside the patient. At this point she reached up to the lever style clamp and flicked it open with a metallic snap that echoed off the wall of the room. She let the solution flow for a few seconds and stopped the flow with another flick of the shinny nickel plated lever. After waiting a few seconds, Amanda felt the bent nozzle slip ever deeper into her bottom until it was full length inserted. With the flared hose connection end of the nozzle the only visible portion of the nozzle still visible, the clamp was again release and the warm solution in the swollen bag began its gravitation rush inside the bowel of Amanda. She could feel the internal swelling and the warmth spreading deeper and deeper into her tummy like an invasion she had no control over. At least it was not a colon tube enema like her mother and Auntie Jean had given her when she had one of her first few periods with significant constipation problems.
With the bag about one quarter empty, the nurse clamped the hose and said, "Time for a bit of a break to let the solution pressure equalize in your tummy." Amanda was grateful for the break offered by the nurse.
About that time, the door opened and in walked the doctor to see how the procedure was going, he needed to see how far behind the patient was so he could re-plan his afternoon that was getting further and further behind. He was pleasantly surprised to find the lovely patient with the red hose leading between the shapely buttocks and strapped into position as required. He liked nothing better than to see a nice well shaped set of buttocks elevated into the air in the process of receiving an enema. It was almost a life long desire ever since he had peeked into the neighbor's bathroom window one night and saw the college age daughter being given an enema in the knee chest position on the big long tiled sink. Seeing Amanda in the almost same situation made him glad he had went into medicine.
The doctor took another look at the shapely patient on the flexible enema table and decided to do a closer examination of the enema administration. Always a good idea to check on the patients while in the care of one of his nurses. He quietly stepped over to the side of the table and queried the patient as to how she was doing with her enema procedure.
She replied, "I have had lots of enemas in the past and this bigger nozzle sure makes it easier to hold the enema. I do not feel the strong urge to expell like I do with the smaller regular enema nozzles."
The doctor replied, "We try to take good care of our patients. Now just hold still while I check the nozzle insertion, it will only take a moment."
With that the doctor grasped the ivory buttocks in front of him and pulled them apart noting their pliant condition. He was pleased that the nurse had inserted the big vaginal nozzle full length with only the slight bulge where the hose connected still visible. He could not resist temptation and grasped the black end of the nozzle pulling it out a bit before pressing it back in to the original position as if making sure it was inserted correctly. He noticed how the syringe bag was showing wrinkles and appeared to be a bit more than half full.
He quietly said to his nurse, "Looks like everything is in order and it is about time to continue the injection." He watched as the experienced hands of his nurse grasped the hose and then slowly manipulated the lever allowing the solution to start flowing into the patient. On his way out the door, he turned and said, "Since we are behind schedule, let the patient retain the enema for ten minutes instead of the usual 15 minutes before expelling." This always made the patient feel better about the retention time which was one of the more difficult parts of an enema. He wondered how much she would be squirming around on the table during the long ten minute struggle of retention. He still remembered how the college girl had wiggled around that evening long ago while her mother forced her to hold the enema for 15 minutes. The mother had even threatened to give the daughter a second enema if she could not hold her enema for the required time. Once she had survived for the allotted time. her mother helped her off of the big sink. It was the first time he had seen a woman with a puffed out tummy from a big enema.
The college girl was in shock at how big her tummy was and felt. She blurted out to her mother, "Look at what you have done to my nice flat tummy, I look like I have gained ten pounds and feel like it too."
Her mother replied, "This was the biggest enema you have received from me as it is a new larger bag and you took all of it. It is a half quart larger than the old one and just proves that you are capable of handling adult sized enemas. Just sit on the toilet and rub that bulge while you expell that big enema. I am sure the bulge will go away and you will feel so much better. If not I will give you another enema with the force flow bulb." With that, he watched as the mother left the daughter to rub her big tummy and expell the enema.
The camp nurse was enjoying the enema procedure on her latest patient well strapped to the special enema table. Just enough slack had been left in the soft leather straps so the patients would not be in too much distress as their tummies swelled during the later stages of enema injections. They could squirm around a bit but certainly not injure themselves or escape from the intimate procedure. Most of the time her patients were observed to engage in least some squirming around under the leather straps giving indication at to some level of personal discomfort. She wondered how Paola might act if somehow she was diagnosed by the doctor as needing a treatment enema.
With the big red rubber syringe bag more empty than full, she clamped the hose clamp to give her patient a rest before the last quart or so of solution would be allowed to follow the course of gravity into the bowels of the patient. She then pulled the tight bottom cheeks apart to make sure the douche nozzle was still inserted full length. It was at this stage of the procedure when often times the urge to expel became stronger and a regular adult enema nozzle would be starting to slip out or sometimes ready to fall from the anal opening. In this case the deep penetration of the douche nozzle was working as expected and the patient was having no problem retaining the deep insertion. She made sure to mention to the patient before her, "Good to see that you are retaining the nozzle very well during the treatment. Just keep that up for a few more minutes and everything will be just fine."
While giving her patient extra time to relax before the final injection, her mind wandered back to the bulb douche that her older cousin had left at Grandmother's house. She had waited two days before grandmother was again going to be absent form the house for a few hours playing cards with her friends as she did once a week. As soon as grandmother was gone down the street in her well kept 1950 Buick, she locked the doors and headed for the bathroom. It did not take her long to retrieve the shoe box from the top drawer and grab the towel wrapped syringe. Unwrapping the towel revealed the shinny new bulb douche still in pristine condition probably only having been used a few times at most. She easily slipped the cap from the end of the nozzle revealing the tip where the solution would be suctioned in and then squirt out when the soft rubber bulb was squeezed. She gave the bulb a gentle squeeze that sent the smell of new rubber into the air and the thrill of knowing what it would soon be doing deep in her special girly parts. A special tingle shot through her loins heightening the moment.
Not to waste time, she turned on the sink faucets and adjusted the water temperature to what she had read in the various books in the book case down the hallway. Satisfied, she filled up a pitcher she had brought from the kitchen just for the event. The pitcher held over two quarts of water which would be plenty of solution for her first experience with the syringe. It did not take long to stick the nozzle of the syringe into the pitcher and squeeze the bulb watching as the bubbles rose to the surface. A quick release and she felt the warm water get sucked up into the bulb. Next she pointed the nozzle upwards and squeezed until a bit of solution ran from the hole at the end of the nozzle indicating all of the air was expelled. Then it was time to sink the black fluted nozzle back int the pitcher and wait a few seconds while the bulb filled completely. When fully expanded, she removed the nozzle from the pitcher and set the bulb on its flat bottom on top of the toilet tank. Time to remove her skirt and panties so they would not show evidence of her most intimate ablutions when grandmother arrived back home. With her body now naked from waist down, it was time to get on with the douche event she had so longed to administer to herself. She could already feel her labia becoming wet from the anticipation of the black nozzle soon to penetrate therein. She grabbed the syringe and sat on the toilet with her legs spread wide giving full access to her crotch. With her left hand she spread her sloppy wet labia apart as if to insert a tampon, but this time it was the long black nozzle of the douche that was touched to her funnel shaped introitus and a bit further to her hymen which had never felt the dilation of such a big douche nozzle. She felt a bit of burning as the nozzle was slowly pressed up into her vagina ever deeper and deeper. What a great feeling it was to have the big warm nozzle filling her up as never before. Soon it was full depth in her body and she was pushing a bit deeper to get the vaginal shield up against her tight labia for a good seal. The feeling of such great a penetration was all new to her and tingles shot through her body. She could feel her breasts swelling and felt the acorn nipples of her breasts pushing out hard into the soft lining of her bullet bra. Not wanting to waste another moment, she began to squeeze the bulb forcing the warm water deep into her body causing a wonderful heated swelling sensation to build. No wonder women used the bulb syringes with the shields. The internal feelings plus the pressure on her clitoris from the shield were mind boggling.
Suddenly she realized she was daydreaming way too long and told her patient, "Time for the rest of your enema."
With that, a metallic snap of the lever clamp and the final injection of the patient was started.