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Tummy Distension Testing

Chapter 2

The next morning Beth was up early and had no breakfast as per the instructions for the testing days. She was certainly hungry but could eat as soon as he got home from the clinic. Her mother drove her to the clinic and left Beth there as the testing would take about 2 hours. Beth sat nervously in the waiting room watching as other women arrived. One lady brought in a older teen who seemed to not be feeling real well. She kept rubbing her tummy as if it was giving her significant discomfort and her face seemed to also show the internal discomfort she was feeling.

A few minutes later one of the first arrivals was called back to the exam and treatment rooms. Then surprisingly, the older teen was called back when Beth thought it might be her turn to begin the testing experience. Beth noted the tight skirt and the crisp wisp of the long legged panty girdle rasping together as the teen walked past Beth. It almost looked like the teen had on a school uniform from the private school on the other side of town. Only the most elite families in the local area enrolled their kids at the private school.

A few minutes later one of the regular nurses appeared at the big wide door and called Beth. She immediately followed the nurse back past all of the exam rooms. While passing the last exam room, the door suddenly opened and out came the nurse who had taken the teen back to the exam area. The lady doctor was standing by the exam table with some paperwork. The nurse was dragging a squeaky wheeled irrigation trolley with her across the tiny hexagon tiles of the floor. Hanging from the curved hook of the trolley was a large red rubber fountain syringe bag. The tubing from the bottom of the bag looped back around the hook and then straight down into the clear glass nozzle holder where a black douche nozzle rested inside. The circular shape of the clear glass nozzle holder had a magnification effect on whatever was located inside. This made the douche nozzle appear almost 50% larger that it actually was when removed. In the corner of the room was the teen with her back to the door and doctor. She had already removed the tight blouse and skirt. The bullet bra was in the process of being removed as the straps were already off her shoulders and the cups were facing the back as she struggled to unclasp the hooks now in front of her. The white satin looking panty girdle appeared to be well made and a top of the line model. The panty girdle certainly fit the hips of the teen body very nicely. No doubt the side zipper of the elegant girdle would soon be pulled down with a quick motion of the right hand and then peeled off of the shapely backside. This was all Beth saw in the brief glimpse through the open door as they slowly passed.

The next room next door to the room with the teen was the treatment room where the distension testing was to be done. To one side of the treatment table and its stirrups was a new device she had read about but never seen before. The nurse explained that she needed to remove all of her clothes and step into the testing machine framework where the vital measurements would be taken to establish a baseline before the first enema was given. Beth was even more hungry and ready to get on with the testing. She did not waste much time stripping off her clothing and stepping into the strange looking chrome trimmed medical device designed to precision measure the important landmark points that would indicate how much she had grown in size due to the enema injections.

With her feet in the foot holders a bar was adjusted to just touch her knees at the front. Another stainless steel bar was quickly adjusted to the tops of her thighs at the point where her tummy curved down and back towards her pelvic area. Another bar was adjusted to touch just below her conical breasts. Another bar was adjusted to the small of her back. The last bar was adjusted to just touch the major swell of her shapely buttocks.

"This establishes the position of the body so the tummy plunger can register the same place each time and provide repeat accuracy," the nurse told Beth.

Next the nurse fitted the tummy plunger with its slightly curved contactor of 3 inches in diameter to a level where it was equal to her belly button. It was then slowly moved towards her tummy until the white pressure indicator disappeared into the tube designed to keep it stable. Only then did the nurse set the tummy plunger apparatus to a zero or baseline point. The nurse then said to Beth, "This is the position you will be placed each time we measure the forward abdominal distension." The plunger was then cranked slowly back to a neutral position until it was ready to be used for her first measurement. The nurse released the now preset bars at her lower back and hips and had her step out of the device. Next her tummy was measured around the navel line with a special nylon tape and the dimension carefully recorded on her chart.

"Now, just get up on the table on you hands and knees so I can get another tummy measurement with you in a relaxed position, no muscles flexed," the nurse ordered." Beth felt strange on her hands and knees as the slippery tape was drawn around her tummy at the navel line. Her big conical breasts were hanging down with the big acorn nipples not far from the black leather of the table top. The nurse then told her, "We are done with the baseline measurements, just get up from the table and put the cloth gown on lying on the chair while I get the enema equipment from the storage room," and quickly departed.

Just as Beth was going to get up from the table, now that the measurements were completed, she heard some raised voices through the wall from the exam room next door where the teen was. Seemed the teen was a bit disturbed and did not want the treatment. A fainter voice responded, "If you will not cooperate with me and the nurse, I will have your mother come back and join us to insure you calm down and take your treatment enema like a big girl"

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Beth was both shocked and full of curiosity in regards to the happenings easily heard through the less than sound proof wall. She immediately wondered how the situation of the less than cooperating patient was going to end. It also helped to take her mind off of her upcoming distention testing enema. Now that she had seen the elaborate tummy measurement device, she had relaxed. Sometimes distractions were for the best.

It was not long before the nurse returned with the special distension enema equipment draped from the vintage looking irrigation trolley painted in a warm cream color with tiny black pinstripes, which accented its graceful Victorian curves in the metal. The nurse in her haste to return to the treatment room did not give the heavy door enough of a shove to latch entirely and it stayed ajar by only an inch or two. That small gap was just enough to allow voices from the hallway to slip into the room somewhat muffled. Seems the mother of the older teen in the next room was out in the hallway engaged in a conversation with the attending doctor regarding the enema treatment of the teenage daughter. The mother did mention that her daughter had never seemed to like enemas, no matter who was giving them. The doctor seem not too concerned and mentioned that they could restrain the teen with leather cuffs, give her an injection to relax her, or mix some tranquilizer medication in the enema solution that was fast acting and easily absorbed through the wall of the colon.

Beth was now instructed to get up on the table and assume the standard knee chest position on the table. The nurse then commented, "Beth, this position aligns the lower bowel in such a way that insertion of the colon tube is far easier for the patient and the nurse. A bit of lubricant is all that will be needed to insure the fullest insertion and an easier injection experience of the fluid."

Beth easily assumed the required position her ample buttocks well presented for the passing of the long red tube. She had taken note of the long tube connected to the double balloon style nozzle that had been used on her in the recent past and was not worried about her ability to endure the big nozzle. In the meantime, the conversation out in the hallway was still ongoing. Seems the teen had a past history of constipation issues and a small enema at home that morning had done nothing to resolve the constipation problem. The doctor felt that the teen might best need to be restrained on a treatment table which was not to be found in just the normal exam rooms. Worse yet was the enema was going to contain a large hot injection of ox bile to stimulate the colon of the teen which would most likely result in a spontaneous expulsion of the bowel contents based on past experience,. A rather messy but desired outcome. Perhaps if they waited until the patient in the treatment room was completed with the simple test scheduled, they could then move the teen into the room where Beth was and proceed with the difficult enema. At that time, the conversation ended and then there were muffled voices in the exam room next door she could not hear real well.

In the meantime, Beth had been well lubricated and told to take a deep breath as the long red colon tube was pressed at her back opening. She knew exactly what do do and as the nurse felt the patient inhale, pressed the blunt end of the soft rubber tube against the tight slit and soon the first two inches were buried in the patient. Beth relaxed knowing the rest of the insertion would be relatively easy. With gentle forward and back movements the soft rubber tube slipped deeper with no trouble at all. Beth could easily feel a bit of gentle probing of the tube as it went deeper into her belly. It was always an erotic experience to be penetrated so deeply by the long tubes of an enema. The combined sensations at her sensitive anal opening and the deeper feelings were priceless. She enjoyed the experience knowing well the warmth that would soon be released deep in her tummy. The earlier enemas had prepared her well for the testing experience so she knew exactly what to expect.

All too soon, Beth felt the tube stop penetrating her body and the nurse said, "The easy part is over and now for the inner balloon to be slipped into you." With years of experience the nurse pushed and twisted the deeply fluted internal balloon until it gained entrance then vanished inside her lovely patient. The nurse was always amazed at how easily some patients tolerated the balloon insertion and how some patients made a big deal of it grunting and whining during the few moments of anal dilation. A few deft squeezes of the inflation bulb had the inner balloon all puffed up and the outer balloon in the same condition. This would insure no leaks and allow for accurate measurement at the three different volumes of injection to be documented in the next few minutes.

The nurse then slowly cranked up the irrigation trolley height so the bottom of the clear container was exactly 2 feet above the buttocks of her patient in keeping with the demands of the testing procedure used on all of the patients involved with the testing.

The nurse then informed Beth, " Dearie, before the solution cools anymore, I am going to start the test injection and give one quart of solution before clamping the tube. At that point in time you will be assisted off of the table and into the testing device for the first measurement." Beth gave a simple nod of her head and listened as the metallic snap of the lever style clamp was opened. She easily felt the warmth of the solution spreading deep in her transverse colon where it would not cause immediate urges of expulsion or cramps in her lower bowel. While the nurse watched the solution slowly lower filling her patient, Beth was still wondering about the ox bile enema she had heard mentioned out in the hallway.

With her curiosity getting the best of her, she asked, "Just what is an ox bile enema and why is it used?"

This question took the nurse by surprise and she quickly replied, "Beth, the enema your heard the doctor mention out in the hallway is a very special enema containing ox bile which is a powerful bowel stimulant often used to treat severe constipation. We administer them at least once or twice a week especially to teens with difficult periods. It seems to work well but the side effects are severe cramping, burning sensations deep in the bowel and often uncontrolled expulsion if a balloon nozzle is not used. We sometimes administer them in this room as we can put the patient in the treatment tub and secure their legs in the stirrups if they are prone to too much movement that might hurt them. In the past we have often used the Studa chair to administer them as the patient can be tilted to extreme angles to encourage the ox bile solution to use the force of gravity and slip past the bowel blockage. Usually the Studa chair is reserved for colonic irrigation's but sometimes it is used for the ox bile treatment enemas. Many of our younger patients find the Studa chair enemas rather traumatic as the big chair is very intimidating just to look at. To be strapped into the chair the first time is a new adventure in medical procedures that will surely get the attention of the patient."

Beth was shocked at what she had just been told. Never had she heard of a colonic irrigation in the mystical Studa chair. But for the moment, the metallic snap of the hose clamp signaled the stopping of her enema and pressure in her tummy equalized quickly. She suspected the first point of measurement had been reached and was most correct.

The nurse helped the still very naked patient, up from the buttocks in the air position and then off the table and had her standing in the testing device. While she felt a bit full in the belly, Beth could not really detect any major swelling visible from her perspective. She did notice her acorn nipples were a bit proud compared to when she had removed her clothes not 20 minutes earlier that morning. The nurse soon had all the bars at the back of her knees, her well rounded hips and the small of her back. Telling Beth to , "Just take slow even breaths while I move the tummy plunger forward for the measurement at 1 quart of injection."

Beth stood still and watched the nurse slowly turn the chrome wheel advancing the tummy plunger towards its goal of her navel area. Soon the contactor plunger had vanished and the recording of the new number on the scale from the former zero was documented. The measurement was easily completed and soon the nurse had Beth back on the table and arranged the long tubing so it was not kinked and ready for the next half quart of injection. While still on her hands and knees, the slippery tape measure was wrapped around her now distended tummy feeling like it was hanging down in competition with her conical breasts.

Someone entered the room and they both turned their heads to see the clinic doctor enter. The lady doctor was in her usual lab coat looking professional as ever, She said to the nurse, "I am here to help you with Beth and speed up the testing so we can use the room for the patient waiting in the net room. We will need the irrigation tub which is not in the exam rooms. Looks like the testing is well along so lets get on with the next part of the injection series."

The doctor immediately said to Beth, " You may remain on your hands and knees for the next half quart injection and we can massage your tummy if needed should cramping begin. The further we go in the testing, the more chance for cramps to cause trouble for the test patient."

The nurse immediately released the lever of the clamp and Beth soon felt the increased pressure and warmth spreading in her tummy. The next injection caused her to feel slightly heavy in the lower tummy compared to the first quart which had been easy to take. By the time the clamp was again secured on the tubing, Beth realized that the testing was not for the weak and hoped to get the procedure completed quickly. She was still hungry, but the enema and the ox bile story had distracted her from the needs of an empty stomach.

Beth knew the drill by now and quickly removed her naked body from the table and stepped into the measurement device. The cold chrome rods of the device gave her slight chills as they touched her soft sensitive skin. With the three bars stabilizing the back of her legs, buttocks and back,the doctor quickly turned the crank handle advancing the tummy plunger towards the bulging tummy, rather consistent with most patients who had just had 1.5 quarts of solution contained in their tummy. The nurse recorded the new measurement and the doctor cranked the plunger back into its starting position. This time the tape measure was used to measure the diameter of her tummy at the navel area and duly recorded. Then it was back on the table in the hands/knees position for another tape measure of her tummy hanging down. Before the clamp was released, the doctor slowly ran her hand over the bulging tummy to check for any signs of problems and to feel the internal swelling of the colon. With such a low body fat content, the doctor could easily feel the dilation of the colon in this patient.

The doctor then said to Beth, " Just try to relax as the next half quart is where most of the girls find the testing to become a bit of a challenge. That is the reason we use the deep injection and the balloon nozzle to make testing a bit less stressful on the patients." Beth just wanted to get the final half quart injected and be able to expel.

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Beth turned her head a bit to watch the doctor reach up and elevate the height of the remaining solution in the bag several inches higher.

The doctor noticed her testing patient watching the last minute move and could see a bit of question in the look on Beth's pretty face. She quickly responded, "Raising the bag for the final half quart will insure it has the hydraulic pressure to flow deep into your bowel without too much extra time stressing your already distended bowel. Getting this over with with the greatest volume of the test is always better for the patient.."

Beth could easily feel the pressure slowly increasing causing her tummy to hang down further than ever, almost making her feel fat. The doctor lady was right, this part of the testing was the most challenging of all and getting on with the final injection was now more important than ever. As she endured the pressurizing of her tummy, Beth watched as the nurse and doctor set up a set of stirrups on the sides of the big slightly elevated irrigation tub next to the table she was on. Then a set of leather straps were installed to special loops on the sides of the high sided tub. Beth watched in wonder as the large clear glass container on the wall above the end of the tub was rinsed and then filled with warm water. A huge thermometer was placed in the water of the glass container indicating that the temperature was in the 110 degree zone. A long tube was connected to the stop cock on the bottom of the container and then wrapped around a fancy chrome hook on the wall below the container.

The nurse did a quick check of the solution remaining in the bag high above Beth's well rounded buttocks and noted that only a couple of ounces remained to be injected into her patient. She gave the now pouting tummy of her patient a gently massage to check the colon swelling and perhaps help the last few ounces of solution find an easier way into the bowel of Beth. She informed Beth, " Just a few ounces left and we will be ready for the final measurements and you can expel."

The magic expel word was music to Beth's ears and she was more than ready to step into the measurement device one last time.

The doctor then said to the nurse, "Finish up with Beth and get her to the rest room while I get this muscle relaxant injection administered to our problem patient in the next room. By the time it takes effect, we will have her relaxed a bit and make her ox bile enema experience a little less traumatic." Beth noticed the big hypodermic syringe in the hands of the doctor. She had the big needle stuck into a vial of drug and was watching the drug slowly fill the clear glass cylinder of the syringe. The plunger of the syringe was all the way back and the syringe was going to be full up to capacity. Beth was rather happy that she was not going to be getting the massive muscle relaxant injection and wondered how the teen was going to suffer as the long needle was stuffed deep into her and the drug infused into her well developed hip. Finally the doctor pulled the vial off of the long needle and set the vial down on the counter top. Then she left the room and said, "I will be only a moment giving the injection and be back to help with the final measurements of Beth."

The nurse reached up and checked the bag to find it now empty. Happy with the condition of the bag, she clamped the hose and noted the time of the final injection on the patient record. So far the test injection series had only taken 20 minutes with the measurement sessions. This was a good schedule and the rest was easy. This time the nurse disconnected the hose from the nozzle still filling the bottom of Beth. She would not have the hose following her to the measurement device this last time. Next was to do the tummy measurement while on the hands and knees. The tape showed by far the greatest expansion of the test which was normal. The nurse noted that Beth looked a few months pregnant which was normal for most of the young ladies involved in the tummy distension testing.

Beth was then helped off the table and easily stepped into the measurement device. The doctor arrived back in the room with a now empty hypodermic syringe which was placed in a stainless steel tray on the sink and covered for later sterilization. The doctor now helped secure the body alignment rods securing Beth for the final measurement of her now well distend tummy. The nurse measured with the tape around her navel and as soon as the tape was removed, the doctor slowly cranked the plunger up to the prominent tummy until the indicator was zeroed out. Beth could very easily feel the pressure of the contact on her swollen tummy compared to the previous measurements. The final measurement was noted on the chart and Beth was released from the measurement device.

The doctor picked up the chart looking at all of the notes and measurements and said, "Everything looks good, take her to the restroom and let her expel as long as needed. I will get our next patient in here and positioned on the tub while you deal with Beth."

With that the nurse took Beth by the hand and led her through the door in the side of the room to a private restroom where Beth had to squat over a toilet.

The nurse then said, "Just try to relax while I deflate the nozzle bulbs and pull the nozzle from your backside. Once the nozzle is removed, you can expel as long as needed. When completed, please return to the testing room where we were at and you can go behind the screen and dress."

Beth was more than happy to feel the outer balloon deflate soon followed by the larger internal balloon. She tried to not loose control as the inner balloon was pulled free of her tight anal sphincter muscle. She was glad she had experienced the balloon nozzle in the past and knew exactly what to expect. The nurse set the now well used nozzle on a towel and left Beth to empty her bowels in privacy.

Beth sat on the black seat of the toilet so glad to relieve the massive two quarts of internal pressure. As she sat there shrinking in size, she wondered more about the irrigation tub and the Studa chair she had just learned about. Perhaps her mother or Aunt would have some information on the two devices as both had medical training in the past and her Aunt was still employed by a gynecologist in a nearby town.

While Beth was out of the testing/treatment room next door, the teen needing the ox bile enema treatment had been brought in and reluctantly they along with her mother had got her up into the elevated tub. The sight of the stirrups and straps did not encourage the reluctant patient and a bit of a struggle ensued before her feet were placed into the stirrups and her lower legs strapped tightly. Her bottom still hurt a bit from the big muscle relaxant injection which did not help her attitude at all. Now she was stabilized with her bottom well presented by the action of the stirrups. Her entire pudenda area was now exposed to the nurse, doctor and her mother. She realized that now she was helpless to resist the upcoming enema treatment and could do nothing to stop it. Before they started to insert the retention nozzle, a screen was placed around the tub so when Beth came back in to put her clothes on, some privacy would be preserved.

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Beth took longer than usual to expel the recent enema. She was reluctant to leave the toilet too soon fearing an accident if all of the solution was not fully cleared from her tummy. At least she no longer felt like she was bloated. She could easily hear through the door as the nurses and doctor dealt with the teen now firmly strapped into the apparatus of the irrigation tub. Seems the teen was groaning slightly as the nurses inserted and inflated the special double balloon nozzle in her bottom. Beth knew well the feeling and could sympathize wither as the ordeal was not for the weak, especially if it was the first time as she suspected from the conversation.

The doctor could be heard telling the patient and mother that a small amount of solution would be injected before the hot ox bile treatment solution would be injected through the "Y" fitting in the hose below the solution container. That way the ox bile would not be diluted too much and be able to work to the best advantage in the patient. Unfortunately the patient might experience some uncomfortable cramping feelings even with the muscle relaxant injection give earlier. In fact, some cramping was the normal response if the patient had never received ox bile before.

Beth felt much better now and flushed the toilet for the last time and put on the thin gown before she exited the toilet room and went back into the treatment room. She immediately noticed the screened treatment irrigation tub with the patient mostly out of sight except for the gaps where the screens did not fit well together. With everyone behind the screens. Beth slowly made her way past the screened area peeking in to see the naked teen well strapped into the big instructional porcelain tub with black trim. Just as she passed, the door to the hallway opened and in came the nurse holding a rather large glass piston syringe in a white towel. It was filled to capacity with a light green solution that looked nasty. As Beth went behind the screen where her clothing was still on the chair, she could easily hear as the nurse announced. "Here is the hot ox bile at the temperature required. We will need to inject it soon as possible before the temperature drops."

The doctor replied, "Perfect timing as the patient is ready for the ox bile right now. Just hand me the syringe and I will inject it into the fitting."

There was a moment of silence as Beth slowly started putting on her clothing, wanting to hear more of what was going on behind the screen. She spent plenty of time slowly adjusting her ample bosom in the bullet cups of her nice new bra.

From behind the screen came more interesting conversation. The doctor was heard to say, "The syringe is now fitted to the tubing leading into your daughter. Please hold her hand while I start the ox bile into the hose leading to her bowel. Holding her hand will help her with the discomfort of this difficult treatment. It will only be a few moments before she may begin to feel the deep cramping and burning sensations as the ox bile causes a reaction. Please remember that each patient reacts differently when experiencing ox bile for the first time. Some tolerate it well and a few experience difficulties."

It was not long before Beth could hear the patient complaining about feeling some burning sensations spreading into her tummy like liquid fire was spitting into her.

The doctor immediately replied, "Just try to relax, I still have half of the solution to inject and then you will need to retain it for at least 5 minutes. Just take deep breaths while I inject the rest of the solution."

Beth could hear the teen moaning in discomfort and wondered what it must be like to lay strapped there watching the big glass syringe full of ox bile slowly empty the contents into the hose leading into her bowel.

By now Beth was dressed and stepped from behind the screen before heading for the door into the hallway. She heard the doctor say, "That is the last of the ox bile and now you will need to give it time to work. The discomfort will slowly go away as the bowel adjusts to the change in temperature and the aggressive action of the solution."

Beth was shocked to hear the patient now full of ox Bile solution speak out to her mother. “Mother, I can hardly stand the intense burning and cramping inside my tummy. I feel like I am beginning to sweat and become nauseated feeling. Never has an enema made me feel like this in the past.”

The nurse responded, “We do have a few patients who react this way to the ox bile treatments and it is usually only mild not lasting for very long. The only thing we can do to help is a cool towel on the forehead.” With that, the nurse headed off to obtain a nice wet cool towel for the patient in distress.

Beth felt sorry for the poor teen and decided that she did not want to experience the agony of an ox bile enema. The testing enemas had been enough for her. The last test enema had really stressed her capacity and she was glad they were done. From now on, her own home enemas would seem easy. Beth now stepped out of the treatment room and once in the hallway, relaxed a bit as she knew the testing was done for the day. Going down the hallway to the receptionist office, one of the nurses passed her pushing a small cart. The older design of the cart must have been from the 1930 era from its looks. Had beautiful cream colored cast legs with glossy black pinstripes. The tray on top was covered with a thick white towel and on the towel were the implements sure to be used on one of the patients down the hallway. Most salient were the new looking glossy red bulb douche syringe, two different vaginal speculums and some sort of vaginal dilator of what appeared to be black ebonite. Just the erotic penis like shape of the dilator was enough to send chills of anticipation through the nervous system of Beth. To experience such a vaginal dilator in her girly parts was overwhelming. She could feel her nipples harden at the thought. Made her wonder if some young lady was involved in some sort of vaginal dilator testing she was not aware of. She made a mental note to ask about such testing during her next testing appointment.

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