Morgan was not happy to see that Sarah had been successful and that she had done it with much less mess and discomfort to Alan than she had expected. She made an excuse of another patient waiting for her and stormed out. Alan was pleased to have her gone.

Christine was not sure what to do and asked Sarah, “Should I go with her or stay here with you.”

“Well, I’m only a nursing student, but I could really use your help if you can stay. I am going to go speak with Dr Young. You can keep Alan company until I get back.”

Christine and Alan were alone and so Christine took the wheeled stool and moved it around to the side of the table Alan was facing. ”Are you doing ok?”

Alan could only give her a quick nod yes.

”That must have been hard. It hurt just watching them do it to you. I’m glad Sarah came. If I ever had to have someone do it to me, I’d want it to be her.”

Alan certainly agreed with Christine’s take on things, but was pretty tired and did not offer a response. He was also not eager to keep talking with a cute young woman about what had just happened. He had mixed feelings about her helping Sarah with the next step. It would make it harder for him to talk openly with Sarah and of course, make him more embarrassed as well.

Sarah was back, coming in after a quick courtesy knock on the door. “Okay! Good news! Dr Young gave me the go ahead to switch to enemas for the rest of the prep. It will be a much more comfortable way to finish. We are going to move down the hall to the treatment room for this, so up up! Christine, can you grab Alans street clothes and phone. Dr Young want you to stay and help me.“

The three of them exited out to the hall and headed down to the end. They passed a nursing station along the way and Alan saw Morgan and another nurse in an animated discussion. When they saw him, they both stopped talking and looked up at him, watching him pass down the hallway. Alan thought that it was certain that Morgan was talking about him and he made sure he had on of the flaps of his gown wrapped all the way around his back as he passed them.

Sarah ushered him into a brightly lit room with white tiled walls. The was a narrow bed against one wall and and table in the middle which had two levels to it. There was a multi armed light hanging from the ceiling over the table. He became ware of a chemical odor that was somewhat harsh and suggested the room has just been cleaned. In the corner was a toilet with a small accordion partition in front of it. On the opposite wall, a faucet with a double basined large deep sink.

Sarah stopped at the sink and turned the hot tap and let it run at a low flow, then turned back, “Alan, sit on the bed and we will talk things over first.“

Alan asked to check his phone first. When he went to do this, he was struggling to try to hold the gown behind him to stay covered, but still use both hands for his phone, but then realized the gown was actually stuck in place, pasted by the sticky residue of jelly on his bottom.

He put his phone down and sat down. Sarah sat down next to him and began, “The enemas I am going to give you are going to be a little different. They are going to be small. There is still not much room in you, so we have no choice. But because they‘ll be small, we’re going to have to do quite a few and you‘re not going to hold them long. To make this easier and more efficient, we are just going to have you stay on the toilet. Any questions?”

He was still processing the implications of what she had said.

”Good! Let’s get started.” Sarah went to the sink and adjusted the taps and felt the water until it was acceptable to her.

Alan watched as she opened a box and pulled out a clear plastic bag with a long coiled clear tube attached And started filling the bag. Everything about today was a bit shocking to Alan. He thought that the day would not so bad after what he had been through with Sarah the previous months, but each step had been more uncomfortable and embarrassing in ways that he could not have imagined …. three women around him with his bare bottom in the air, his leaking penis, essentially having an assisted bowel movement in front of them. And now, enemas and expulsions on a toilet with no walls or door.

After she had filled the bag to bulging, she carried it over to the toilet area. There was a steel pool coming down from the ceiling like an inverted letter T like an IV pole upside down. She hung the bag from one of the curled prongs and uncoiled the tube and checked the clamp. She clicked it open to let the water pash through the tube and clicked it shut just as the water made it to the tip.

“Alright Alan, come on over.”

Alan shuffled over to her and stopped, waiting for his next directive.

“Open the gown and have a seat.”

Alan pulled his come open and went to turn around to sit, but Sarah stopped him, “No, We are goign to have you seen backwards. I need to have access to your bottom to be able to give you the enemas as you are sitting.“

Sarah put a pillow on the top of the water tank at the back of the toilet so that Alan would lean forward and rest his head on his crossed arms. As Sarah explained how she wanted him positioned, he once again thought how it could not be more embarrassing. She had him push his belly out and arch his lower back inward to push his bottom out to better expose him. She then started to explain as she stood next to him, rubbing his upper back with her hands.

”Alan, its a very thin enema nozzle, so it should be no problem going it. I’ll start the flow very slowly. Try to take as much as you can each time, but when it is at your limit, tell me and I will stop and remove the nozzle. We will step behind the screen to allow you to expel with some privacy. It is likely to take quite a few cycles.“

Sarah got some fresh gloves on and lubricated the skinny nozzle with Alan gazing over his shoulder at her as she worked.

Christine was given a small flashlight to hold to assist Sarah as Alan’s bottom, facing downward somewhat was not very visible. Unfortunately for Alan, this meant both of them were squatting behind him staring very intently at his bottom.

The nozzle slid in easily with just a slippery tickle, just slightly more intrusive than the thermometer earlier. Alan heard the click and the pressure seemed to start almost immediately as there was very little space for the water to go.

”Whoa whoa!. Oh!” Alan raised his head up startled at the rapid buildup of pressure

”Easy sweetie. Put your head back down. Just a tiny bit more.”

Alan‘s anxiety was compounded by the fact that his position which had his legs wide apart and his buttocks spread made in more difficult for him to confidently hold in the enema and he feared a loss of control was imminent.

Finally he heard the click of the clamp closing and Sarah slip the nozzle out of him.

”Try to hold it a little bit longer. There is no risk of an accident since you‘re on the toilet, so no reason not to push yourself to your absolute limit. Once it starts to come out of you, then go ahead and give in and push so that we can get as much of the stool out of you as we can. Christine and I will step away and give you some privacy.

Alan was alone behind the screen, but he could hear Sarah and Christine talking quietly a few feet away gave him minimal privacy. The pressure in his rectum would build more strongly to a peak every 10 seconds or so and he would clench and try to hold it. Finally it overwhelmed him slightly and a trickle of water leaked from him. This small trickle seemed to echo in the open hard tiled room and was readily audible. The next pressure wave was far more intense and water loudly jetted from him. The water stopped, but not the pressure and he grunted as he pushed. Loud farting and splashes reverberated as the enema produced its first success. As he caught his breath after this. He pushed and grunted a few more times but not able to expel any more, “Sarah, I think I’m finished for now.“

”OK, we’re coming back in.” Sarah peaked into the bowl and was satisfied so far. “It’s a reasonable start.“ She flipped the lever on the tank and a flush ensued. “There is a bidet function on this toilet —a rinser underneath you that is going to clean your bottom. Hold still.” Sarah turned a knob on the wall above the toilet and warm water squirted up onto Alan’s anus, causing him to jump. He eased back down as he got used to it and sooner realized the warm water irrigating his anal area felt rather pleasant, especially in comparison to the harsh hospital toilet tissue on his sensitive skin had he been forced to use that.

Things went fairly smoothly as they repeated the cycle multiple times. Alan was mostly expelling slighly cloudy water and Sarah and Christine were now just staying next to him during his expulsions, praising him and encouraging him, “Oh Alan, you are doing so well. I think your empty and your rectum is clean as a whistle. I’m sure Dr Young will be as pleased as I am,” SArah rubbed her hands over his shoulders as she said this.

Dr Young returned and came in while he was in the middle of his final expulsion. She noted the sound of uninterrupted water ejecting from Alan and was pleased, “Sarah, I hear the sound of success. Well done!” Once he finishes up, gently clean him and get him into bed. I want to do a thorough abdominal exam and a very thorough rectal exam now that his rectum is empty.

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