The next morning, the shipment of enema nozzles arrived. Dr. Jen and Julie came into the room to find Faith sleeping. They decided to let her sleep while they got things ready. Half an hour later, everything was set.

“Wake up, Faith. Time for your first real MASS enema.”

Faith opened her eyes to see Julie sitting on the stool beside her head. “You were sound asleep when the shipment arrived, so we took the liberty of getting everything ready before waking you up.

Faith yawned and then urinated into the bladder tube.

Dr. Jen was already sitting on the stool facing Faith’s butt. She put her finger into the Vicks. “I’m going to lube you up now,” she said, sticking her finger into Faith’s asshole.

She left it there for thirty seconds, feeling around. “Looks like we got it all out yesterday,” she commented. “Well, that should make it easier for you to retain today’s enema.”

“I-I have to re-retain it? F-for how long?”

“Fifteen minutes after you take the entire thing, plus whatever you may have earned yourself in bonuses,” Dr. Jen answered coating the enema nozzle in Vaseline.

Julie started her daily stroking of Faith’s forehead. “One…Two…Three.” Dr. Jen began to push the probe up Faith’s anal canal and into her rectum as she started to moan in pain. As soon as Dr. Jen unclamped the enema tubing and the hot milk and hot sauce began to flow into her, she started to scream.

“Calm down, Faith.” Julie whispered.

But Faith could not calm down; she kept crying and screaming. 10 minutes finally passed, and she was still crying. “Okay, 50 more milliliters,” said Dr. Jen, picking up the syringe to pull out the extra solution from the pot and put it in the extra enema bag.

“No, not more enema,” protested Faith.

“Sorry, sweetie, but that’s what the instructions say to do; especially if this is going to be a punishment.”

Faith continued to cry, begging for it to come out and every ten minutes, Dr Jen continued to put 50 more milliliters of solution into the bag for her to receive after the initial enema. By the time the extra enema bag was filled to the brim, Dr. Jen told Faith, “I’m sorry to have to do this, but I am going to need Nurse Julie to gag you.”

“NO!!! I promise, I’ll be good,” sobbed Faith.

“I’ve given you plenty of chances; with the thermometers, and even with this enema. But now, I’m beginning to think that the gag will help with keeping you quiet. Nurse Julie?”

Julie stopped stroking Faith’s forehead momentarily in order to get the gag out from a drawer underneath the exam table, put it inside her mouth, and then fasten it around her head.

“Sorry, Faith” whispered Julie, as she began stroking her forehead again. “Doctor’s orders.”

Over the next half hour, Faith’s muffled cries became softer and softer until she was no longer making any sounds.

An hour later, the initial enema was done. Dr. Jen quickly took the tubing off of the first enema bag and put it onto the bag that she had filled up with excess solution for every ten minutes that Faith did not cooperate. Taking down the initial bag and warmer, she hung the extra bag – which was already in its own bag-warmer – on the pole, now ready to use the initial bag as the extra bag.

As she was getting more and more full of the solution, Faith began to cramp up. Through the gag, she started to moan.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh,” Julie said in a low voice. “It’ll be over quicker if you are quiet.”

Faith stopped moaning, though the look on her face was one of extreme discomfort. Another hour later, the extra enema was done. Dr. Jen clamped the clamp on the enema tubing, causing the nozzle to revert back to its needle-point ending.

“Now, I need you to hold it in for fifteen minutes,” she instructed.

Faith fixed her eyes on Julie, who was still stroking her forehead. “You can do it,” she told her reassuringly.

Finally, Dr. Jen indicated that the fifteen minutes were up. She unclamped the tubing to the toilet, and Faith immediately let it all out of her, including some fecal matter from the previous afternoon’s strawberry ice cream. After she had emptied herself, Dr. Jen slowly extracted the tubing, took the enema nozzle off of the tip, sterilized it, and put it in a drawer at the counter. Julie took the gag out of Faith’s mouth.

“One down, nine to go,” Dr. Jen announced, as she took off her gloves and threw them away. “I will see you ladies tomorrow.”

After Dr. Jen had left, Julie went to her room again. This time, in addition to another pint of strawberry ice cream, she brought in some cut up fresh fruit and some store bought chocolate milk.

“How do you know what all I like to eat and drink?” Faith asked, curious.

“Before the thermometer trial, I had your mom email me your favorite foods, and also what you liked to drink, so that I could get them for you and be certain that you would consume them,” answered Julie, as she started to feed Faith the fruit. “I printed out a copy of the email and kept the original, just in case. Guess it’s a good thing I did, too, huh?”

When Julie had finished feeding Faith, she got up and threw away the trash, then came right back to her place.

“Go to sleep now, sweet girl,” Julie said as she began stroking Faith’s forehead again

Faith closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.