Alan paced the exam room. With what Dr Young had done to him, he felt more fullness and discomfort in his rectum and considered asking to use the restroom, but decided it was no use. He sat back down and held his phone in case there was another message from Sarah.

The door opened, and Morgan entered with a wheeled cart loaded up with supplies. She parked it right next to him and he could see a box of gloves (Large Size!), 3 large toothpaste tube sized tubes of petroleum jelly, a stack of blue absorbent pads, and a stack of towels and wash cloths.

Morgan seemed oblivious to Alan’s fear as he looked at the cart with his mouth agape.

”What are you going to do to me with all this?” He looked up at her when he asked.

Morgan sat down facing him. “I need to get that poop out of you. Dr Young has determined that it is too hard and you are too full for enemas to work, so she wants me to remove it from you with my fingers.”

”How?” Alan could not imagine how this could be done.

“I am going to insert lubricated fingers into your rectum to remove it. You‘re not going to like it, but it has to be done. As always, the more you cooperate and relax, the easier it will be for you. First, I am going to push a lot of vaseline up inside you. If we keep everything coated and slippery, it will keep it more comfortable. Any questions?”

Alan was in a silent state of shock. He was incredulous that what Morgan was describing was a real legitimate medical procedure. The fact that she used the plural “fingers” semi terrified him.

“Alright, let’s get started. We will use a different position, so I can get some pads right under you. Up on the table on your hands and knees, but then lower your upper body down onto your chest and elbows and bottom way way up.”

Alan didn’t move. Morgan was organizing items on the tray, but stopped when Alan didn’t move. “Come on, let’s get going. The sooner we get this done the better. Being naked in front of me is going to be the least of your concerns very shortly, so lose the modesty. I’ve seen it all.“

Alan clambered up on to the exam table awkwardly and felt the gown drop around his sides. He looked downward between his legs and was shocked at how his fear and the cold room had shriveled his penis and scrotum. Instead of dangling, they were tight up against him. He then saw Morgan slide one of the blue protective pads between his knees.

Alan heard a light knock on the door and then the knob turn. With eager hope, he strained to look back towards the door. It opened slightly and a quiet female voice asked, “Can I come in? Dr Young sent me to assist you.“ Alan’s heart dropped. The voice was not Sarah’s.

Morgan replied, without turning, “Yes, Christine, of course. Close the door and come over.”

Alan saw a short brown haired young woman who looked his own age quietly close the door and walk over to the table he was on.

Christine politely went up to the head of the table to introduce herself, “Hi, I’m Christine. I’m a medical assistant.”

Alan could only groan a bit. After all, what could he possibly say to her?

She acknowledged his awful predicament, “I know. No fun, right? I’m just here to help out. Morgan, what would you like me to do?”

”Stay where you are and offer some moral support to Alan. I may have you come back here at some point. Alright Alan, I‘m going to start getting some of the vaseline up inside your rectum. Concentrate on slow even breaths. Each time you feel the tip of my finger pushing against your anus, you need to bear down and push. Understand?”

”Yes. Please go slow.”

”Okay here comes.“

Morgan had a huge dollop of jelly on the tip of her index finger and Christine was surprised to see it, “Wow! All that goes inside him?”

Morgan answered impatiently, “ It sure does.”

Alan felt the finger and then the pressure and pushed. He felt the slippery stretch of Morgan’s finger and then the uncomfortable pressure which quickly became pain, “Uhh! Oh! Ow Ow Ow!!”

”Stay still. Concentrate on your breathing. There’s barely room in here for my finger.”

Alan was annoyed at the implication that the pain was his fault, ”I thought you said you did this before lots of times?”

Morgan kept working as she answered, “I have. At a nursing home. Your practically a kid. Your anus is much tighter. Your very sensitive too, by the way.”

”Okay, well, all the more reason to go slow. Please!….”

The desperate pleading in Alan’s voice moved Christine. She put her hand on top of Alan’s which was out palm down supporting his weight. She began stroking it sympathetically. It was the first pleasant human contact offered in kindness he had had all day and he hope Christine would keep her hand there, but no such luck. Morgan beckoned her back to assist her, “Christine, come here. I need you to squirt out more jelly on my finger.“

Christine took her warm hand away making Alan momentarily sense the contrasting cool air on the back of his hand. Alan lamented this and also that she was now going to see the most private part of him and what Morgan was doing to him. He hated the idea of such a young female seeing him like this.

Morgan’s finger made repeated trips into Alan’s rectum, try to push in the Vaseline, but it was difficult as the warmth made it less viscous, and it tend to ooze back out to a substantial degree each time she withdrew her finger in what appeared to be a futile Sisyphean struggle. Christine observed this and innocently commented, “Looks like he is pooping it out as fast as you are pushing it in.”

This seemed to annoy Morgan, “No need for commentary on the obvious.”

Alan could feel that this had created a broad slick greasy area that now encompassed his entire perineum and most of his scrotum.

”ALright, I need to try to get two fingers in now, so there is going to be more pressure and stretching. Stay still. You’re slouching a bit. Keep your butt up.”

The difference was immediately apparent to Alan. The addition of Morgan’s middle finger made it feel like he was being torn open, “OW Ouch!, oh god! That hurts! Please stop!”

Morgan stopped pushing, but tried to keep her fingers in place. Alan lurched forward trying to escape them, and they slipped out, ejected in part by the tightness of his anus around them. He collapsed down onto the table, audibly gasping.

There was another knock at the door and it opened. Audible footsteps approached the table. “How are things progressing?”

ALan recognized Dr Young’s voice.

Morgan stepped back and summarized with a bit of an annoyed tone, “Very slowly. He is having trouble relaxing his anus and tolerating my fingers. I haven’t been able to get anything out yet. I am wondering if maybe this needs to be done under anesthesia.“

”Well, slow down and keep trying. It would complicate things enormously if we have to do this under anesthesia. By the way, this is Sarah Chadwick. She is a nursing student familiar with Alan’s case. She’s very bright. I am going to have her stay and observe and assist you.“

When Alan heard this, he turned and lifted his head and saw Sarah alongside the table. She gave him a discreet smile, but her smile quickly faded as she saw Alan’s tear streaked cheeks and red eyes.

Morgan consented unenthusiastically to Sarah observing, “Fine. The more the merrier. Christine, you can go back to the head of the table and keep Alan calm. Sarah, you come back here with me where you can observe.”

They took their assigned places and Dr Young seemed pleased. “Good. Remember Morgan. Be Gentle. This will all be for naught if you make him so sore we can’t go ahead with a thorough exam afterwards.”

As she considered Dr Young’s instructions to Morgan, Sarah thought it was unfortunate that it had to be justified for practical reasons rather than the intrinsically worthy goals of patient comfort. But she knew Morgan well enough and so did Dr Young, so it was better to put aside the lofty ideals and tailor the message to the Morgan’s character to achieve the desired results.

Dr Young departed and Morgan handed Sarah one of the tubes of petroleum jelly. She went back to work, but started off with one finger again. Alan was already getting sore and this, combined with Morgan’s impatience, caused him to writhe and groan with just the single finger intruding. Morgan put her other hand on Alan’s sacrum pulling him back towards her so that he could not escape her penetrating finger by lurching forward again.

Sarah was aghast at Morgan’s manner and approach to this. She could not help but shudder and contort her body and make wincing facial expressions in sympathy with Alan. Morgan quickly noticed this and was not pleased, “You have smaller fingers. Perhaps you can do better, Miss Number One Nursing Student. Put on some gloves and grease up your finger.” Morgan was already stripping off her own gloves as she said this and stepped aside. Sarah found the box of medium gloves on the cart and pulled out a pair.

Morgan had a look on her face of smug self satisfaction, having foisted on Sarah a task that was universally regarded as one of the more distasteful jobs in nursing. Sarah sensed this and was not looking forward too what she had to do, but she was still glad that this could make things so much easier for Alan to endure.

As for Alan, he was relieved to know that his physical discomfort would almost certainly be less at Sarah’s hands, but at the cost of Sarah doing something to him that would be so invasive and more embarrassing than all that he had been through so far. He had become so fond of Sarah, and he dreaded the idea of her doing this messy unpleasant task on him.