Okay, diary, let's continue.

Damn but I was feeling great. I'd just had the greatest sexual experience EVER. Now, on the other hand, I had a problem (with a capital P.) When I came to after my last orgasm, I wondered how long I'd been lying there, let alone just how long that monster dildo had been up my ass. I wanted it out now. But, I also worried about what I'd do if I couldn't just stand up and let gravity take care of the problem. My ass channel was feeling tight. But, all I could do was wait until Greg freed me, first. I tried to push on the that mighty rod to see if it'd slip out; but it didn't! It didn't want to leave my butt! I started making some noise to get Greg's attention. In a few moments, I felt movement to my left and then Greg was loosing my bonds. Free at last. The first words out of my mouth were "How long have I been like this?" I looked at the clock, it said 2:15. Looking beyond the drapes, I could see nothing but dark. Greg had come home almost eight hours before! Holy cow! "Honey, this was AMAZING! But, I think you went a little overboard. It's been eight hours almost since you came in, and how much of that time has this tree trunk been up my butt?" "Well, the first one was in for about an hour and a half, so this one's been in you about five hours." "Babe, I'm a little worried about that. My insides are feeling tight, I don't know what's going to happen when this thing comes out! I don't suppose you thought about that, did you?!? At this time of night, we'd have to go to an ER, and even at that hour, oh the embarrassment! Oh, I'm gonna be SO humiliated!" "Didn't you think I'd had a plan for that? You didn't think I'd start this knowing that there was the possibility of injury when that thing came out? Believe me, I planned this well in advance. I had a talk with your gyno, and she gave me the name of a proctologist who specializes in this kind of thing. She keeps night hours, too. What, ya think people go to get things removed from their butts during the daytime? Night's when people do this kind of thing. She knows that. Lemme make a call and we'll be over at her private clinic in a few."

A private clinic. Uh oh. Why did that sound like playtime was far from over? Something down in my butt told me that there was going to be a LOT more involved than just applying as much more lube as possible and sliding that monster out. Greg got my attention by emerging from the closet with a big bathrobe and threw it on the bed by me. "The doctor's ready for us. Put that on and let's go." I got up and felt gravity start pulling on that monster bole. This would be interesting, actually trying to walk around holding that pole up my hole. Corncob carriers had nothing on me. Gotta admit, as I tried to walk it felt looser, and damn it felt good! Then, I got to sit down in the car. Oooooo!!!! I was already getting wet AGAIN! At this point, my motor was running. I was hoping for more, and I sure didn't want the night to end. Luckily, the private clinic was just a couple of miles away. I'd never noticed it before, because it turned out to be the doctor's house, and she didn't advertise. We walked around the back of the house and found what looked like an open doctor's office. A butt doctor's office, run out of the back of her house, holding office hours in the middle of the night. (Something's not right here!) When we walked in the waiting room, I saw the nurse was a stunning redhead. She said "the doctor's waiting for you," came out from her station, went over and locked the door. She led us through the entryway from the waiting room to the clinic, and then turned off the waiting room lights before she led us in back. Uh oh! Looked like a normal doctor's office; but I hoped I was imagining things about what was next.

The nurse led us into an exam room where the doctor was waiting. She was an Amazon with raven hair cut in a pageboy. UH OH! Greg planned all this, huh? Wouldn't have been surprised if she made me look like a piker. What ideas had she given him, and how? Looks like I was about to be worked over by the competition. "Sorry to bother you at this hour, doctor," Greg said, 'but we've got a little problem." "Don't be embarrassed, sir. This happens all the time. You'd be surprised how many people I see in a week.' The way she said that told me that was bullshit. She obviously was a doctor of proctology, the surroundings made that clear. But I bet she was because she was one of those who was licensed for appearances. She was qualified all right, by personal experience. She was the kind of whore who swung both ways, and she got her rocks off on every experience. She was the kind who never got enough, so she got a medical degree so she'd have a license to wet her pants with all her patients, all of whom SHE selected. Hell, why was I surprised? Greg was referred to her by my gyno, and I knew SHE was bi. Those two probably had something going. The only person missing from the scene was her. Looks like I was the new member of the club. "Nurse, would you have Greg wait in room W until we're done?" Nurse. They knew my name; but I wouldn't know theirs. Until WE'RE done. Room W, for Watch! I knew it. I was about to get worked over lesbo-style for the camera, and they'd probably give Greg a copy of the tape. The redhead led Greg away. My knees were trembling. I KNEW it wasn't over! I was nervous as hell, I'd never done anything like THIS before! Yet, my pussy was wet as hell! This was exciting me like I couldn't believe. "What's your name, honey?" Like you don't know. We're going to play the anonymous whore game, huh? "Angie." Just watch, first she'll want every salacious detail (like she hadn't had a hand in it, I'll bet!) "So, Angie, I was told you've got a VER-RY big dildo up your bottom, and you can't get it out." Oh, the way she said that. A regular doctor would have said something much more discreet. "Well, we were playing, and let's just say we got carried away." "Carried away, huh? That's a bit of an understatement, isn't it? You were able to put a dildo of extreme size up your butt. Do you do this sort of thing all the time?" I hate those kind of questions, even from a doctor who doesn't major in skank. How humiliating. Yep, who's the new bitch in this triangle? I'm gonna be bitch-fucked ten ways from Sunday before I get out of here.

The red-headed bimbo nurse returned. "The X-Ray room's ready, doctor." Okay, that sounds normal. MAYBE I'm just still carried away. "Okay, Angie, we're going to check you over good and dislodge that glorious pole from your pretty little bum. Now, before we start, I want you to know that this is going to entail some THOROUGH exams to make sure you don't have any internal injuries. Then, we'll give you some pointers on how to do this right, so you don't wind up unable to take it out afterward the NEXT time. We're going to need some follow up visits, too, just to make sure everything's okay." THOROUGH exam? Pointers?!? FOLLOW UPS??!! THE NEXT TIME?!!!? OH, SHIT!! That tears it! These two are extreme buttfuck artists with licenses. "Now stand up and we'll go take some Xrays of your colon, make sure there are no injuries and check for blockage." Yup. They're not even going to wheel me in there, like they would in a hospital. They're going to enjoy the sight of me walking in there butt naked, with their eyes on what little of that monster cock is visible between my cheeks. Why don't they just take pictures while they're at it? So, I waddled down the hall to the x-ray room, with that dildo still deliciously asserting itself. Uumph. Ooh. Does feel good. In a way, I'll miss it when it's finally out. Usual x-ray routine. Waddle back to the exam room. Just when I'm ready to lie down, I felt something shift in my butt, and before I knew it, SCHHLOOOP! Gravity had finally let that bole slip out. My rectum was empty at last. I could hear the both of them giggling behind me. "Okay, that frees up some time. Get on the bench." I laid down while the doctor picked up the pole and examined it. "There's a few specks of blood on here, but it doesn't look like it seriously injured you, maybe a little irritation of your colon's lining. Let's have a look at your bum. Okay. No bleeding, seriously battered and dilated; but that's normal. Now, your x-rays show potential blockage right above where the dildo maxed in, so before when can look at your insides, you'll need an enema to clean you out." Oh, boy, just as I thought. They're gonna put MORE stuff up my ass! 'Scuse me, diary, while I hunt for a butt plug. Be right back!