The next morning, Faith awoke to Julie stroking her head. “Good morning, Faith,” Julie said. “Ready for the second nozzle?”

All the equipment was still set up from the previous day. “Dr. Jen is getting the solution ready. She should be here any min-“

With that, the door opened, and Dr. Jen came in holding a crate with five enema bags: four full of the boiling hot milk and hot sauce solution and one empty, all of which were in bag warmers; the pot of extra solution in its warming bag, the tubing, and the box of nozzles.

“Morning, ladies” she said as she set the container down. She put the pot on the tray next to the syringe, the empty enema bag next to the pot, the four full enema bags on the pole, got one branch of the tubing attached to the toilet and the other branch attached to one of the bags, and set the box of nozzles underneath the tray.

She then walked over to Faith’s head. “Faith, I'm afraid I have some bad news. I made a terrible mistake yesterday, and used the wrong lube on the nozzle. We are going to repeat that one today using Vicks instead of Vaseline. I'm sorry.”

Faith looked at her dumbfounded. As if the one yesterday didn't hurt enough.

Julie noticed the look on Faith’s face, and said softly to her, “ I didn't know, either, or I would have said something yesterday. I'm sorry, too.”

Dr. Jen moved away from Faith's head and proceeded to put away the jar of Vaseline, making sure that the large jar of Vicks was out.

Julie took up her post on the stool at Faith’s head and began stroking it. “It's gonna be alright, sweetie. Want to hold my hand?” She reached out and let Faith grab her other hand.

Dr. Jen was now sitting on the stool in between Faith's legs. She dawned a pair of gloves, took the cap off the jar of Vicks, and dipped her finger into it.

“Okay, Faith, I'm going to lube up your bottom first.” She gently inserted her finger into Faith's rear. Faith moaned in discomfort.

“Hmmm…you seem to be a little more impacted; likely from last night,” Dr. Jen commented as she slowly withdrew her finger.

She dawned a fresh pair of gloves, then attached the nozzle from the previous day to the main branch of the tubing and coated it in Vicks.

Faith looked into Julie's eyes and squeezed her hand. Julie squeezed it back while stroking her forehead. “Everything's gonna be okay.”

“I'm going to insert the nozzle now, Faith. One…two…three.” Dr. Jen slowly inserted the nozzle into Faith’s bottom.

As the Vicks-covered nozzle entered through her anal canal into her rectum, Faith began to tear up.

“Shhh…it's alright,” Julie said softly to her. Dr. Jen looked at Julie, who nodded and got the gag out again. She put it around Faith's mouth, and tied it in the back.

As Dr. Jen released the clamp on the enema hose and the painful solution began flowing into her bottom, tears began to stream down her face. Though her cries were muffled by the gag, the nozzle still constricted, causing the solution to flow in extremely slowly.

After 10 minutes, she was still crying through the gag. “All right, 50 more milliliters,” announced Dr. Jen, as she pulled out the amount and put it into the extra enema bag.

“Nurse Julie, I think you.can remove the gag. It doesn't seem to be doing any good this time,”observed Dr. Jen.

Julie removed the gag and put it away, then immediately went back to stroking Faith's forehead. Faith was still crying. “Shhh…everything's gonna be okay, sweetie,”Julie cooed to her, taking her hand and squeezing it.

Faith slowly calmed down, but not before earning herself another full bag of solution plus 50 milliliters.

As the first bag emptied, Dr. Jen switched the tube from that bag to one of the other bags. Faith started to cramp up again, and looked at Julie with a longing expression.

“Sorry, honey, but like I told you yesterday, you need to take the entire thing.”

About two hours later, the second bag had emptied, and Dr. Jen slowly injected into the enema tube the final 50 milliliters. She then shut off the clamp to the enema tube. “Now you must retain it for fifteen minutes, like yesterday.”

After what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Jen announced that the fifteen minutes were up and released the clamp on the tubing leading to the toilet. Faith expelled all of the enemas and the fecal matter along with it.

As soon as she was done, Dr. Jen removed the tubing from Faith's bottom, took the nozzle off, sterilized it, and put it back in the drawer.

“NOW, we're one down, nine to go. I'll see you tomorrow for number two of ten.” With that, Dr. Jen left, leaving the three other enema bags up on the pole to make it easier for the following day.

Julie once again went into her room. This time, she brought back some ambrosia salad that she had made, a piece of vanilla cake with white whipped frosting, and some more store-bought chocolate milk. She then proceeded to feed Faith.

After she had finished eating, Julie took the dishes over to the sink, washed them, and put them back in her room. She then came back and sat down by Faith's head.

“I have a surprise for you,” Julie said, as she revealed a fleece blanket with FAITH embroidered on it. “Now you won't get cold during the night.”

“Thank you” Faith said meekly.

Julie covered Faith up with the blanket, then came back and began stroking her forehead again.

“Go to sleep now, sweetie.”

Julie continued to stroke Faith's forehead until she fell asleep.