Part 2 Julia’s point of view.

I was a bit nervous as we stepped into the elevator, but I needed insurance and couldn’t afford it without mom and dad. We got registered and completed the paperwork, and the doctor called into his office. He told us they seemed going to be performing several in depth procedures, due to mom’s family history of colon cancer. Being a second year nursing student, I knew this wasn’t going to be the least bit pleasant. Mom seemed pretty oblivious, and I didn’t want to give her more anxiety, so I kept my mouth shut. When we got back out into the waiting room, and the older lady came out, with the drape clutched tightly to her chest, I thought to myself, what fresh hell is this, where is her gown, and why are they parading her around like that? I had no idea I would be out through a much worse situation shortly after. A woman came out and called our names. Mom asked “Both of us?” And she said something about yes, and saving time, I didn’t pay much attention. I was busy trying to figure out how to explain my nipple piercings to mom. The lady introduced herself as Samantha, a P. A. and opened the door that looked out upon the waiting room. It felt like we walked into an ice cave, as she explained the air conditioning was broken. She told us to take all of clothes off, and she would send the nurse in to take our vitals and get started. When she left she must not have closed the door enough to latch, because just as I was about to take off my shirt, mom noticed the door was opened, and quickly shut it. I couldn’t believe the situation I was in, here I was, about to go through a series of medical exams, with my mom, in this freezing cold room. As I was down to nothing but my bra and underwear, I turned to mom and said, “mom, I have a confession to make.” She said “what is it dear?” I answered her by facing her and unclasping my bra, showing her my piercings. “Oh!” She exclaimed, “what made you decide to do that?” “It was just something I wanted to do, I’m not sure why, but I’ve always wanted them. Don’t worry, it wasn’t for a man, you know how picky I am, and I am still a virgin.” A look of relief came to mom’s face. We finished undressing, and I hopped up on the table, just as a nurse walked in. She introduced herself as Tammy and she started taking our vitals. She seemed pretty polite, and we chit chatted about me becoming a nurse as she continued her work. Just as she finished up attaching the blood pressure cuff to my arm, Samantha came in, as she opened the door, I noticed everyone in the waiting room could see tight into the exam room! “Okay ladies, let’s get started.” She started off using the small scope to look in my ears, checked up my nose, and had me stick out my tongue and look at my throat. She then placed her fingers under my neck, to feel my lymph nodes. She said “everything is looking fine so far, please raise your right hand above your head so I can’t do a quick breast exam.” At this point I was very thankful that Samantha was doing the exam. I felt much more comfortable having a woman do this. I raised my arm, and she started feeling palpitating my breast. She was very thorough, making sure she didn’t miss a spot, and when she got to my nipple, she lightly moved my piercing around and said, “when you have children, you will either have to take that out or choose not to breastfeed.” I told her I understood but hopefully that was far off! She gave me a grin as she pulled my arm down, and moved my left arm above my head, and repeated the procedure. She finished up, and had me lie back and did the breast exam while I was laying down. She then told me they were going to do a quick pelvic exam, as she pulled the stirrups out from the end of the table. She gently guided my feet into the the stirrups, and had me scoot down, until my butt was nearly hanging off if the table. Samantha started feeling all around down there, ensuring she missed nothing. She then said, “ok Julia, I’m going to do their internal exam now, you will feel me inserting my fingers now.” And with that, she slid a finger up my vagina. “Ohh, it’s tight!” I exclaimed. She said, “I can tell, I will try to be gentle.” Well she wasn’t! She kept pushing her finger in deeper and deeper, moving it all around, and eventually adding a second finger. Seeing my discomfort, Tammy started rubbing my arm to try to provide me some comfort, while looking down at me with a sympathetic face. Soon enough, Samantha pulled her fingers out and, “I’m done! Next I’ll be inserting a speculum and performing a Pap smear.” She pulled something out of a drawer from under me, and brought up a stainless steel speculum. “Julia, do you know how these work?” “Yes,” I replied, “I have had one gynecological exam before, and I am a nursing student!” “Okay sorry, I’m just trying to make things as comfortable as possible!” She replied. I heard her pop a cop open on the lube, and a few moments later inserted the speculum. She definitely took her time performing her exam, and just before I asked her if she was looking into my soul, I felt her take the Pap smear sample, handed it to Tammy, and removed the speculum. I started to sit up, and she said, “not yet. I’m not done with you in this position.” She changed gloves and lubed two fingers, and put one in my butt up to her first knuckle, and the other in my vagina. “Oh!” I said, not expecting this, and Samantha sarcastically said “what? They didn’t teach about the recto-vaginal exam in nursing school?” I was taken aback a bit by her comment, but kept any comments to myself. She pulled her fingers out of me, and firmly said, “keep in position!” I heard remover her gloves, and pull the drawer open again. “Tammy, could you please put some lubricant on this?” And handed something over to Tammy. I couldn’t quite see what it was she handed to Tammy, but whatever it was, she went to work on it. I heard Samantha snap on a new set of gloves, and grabbed the instrument from Tammy. “I’m now going to be inserting a rectal speculum, and once inserted, I will be opening it, to get a good look inside. I need you to push like you are having a bowel movement, and keep doing so, until I tel you to relax. Keep taking nice, slow, deep breaths to help with the discomfort.” She told me to bear down, and as I was, she slowly inserted the speculum. It was so cold! And it felt like it took her 5 minutes to get it into place, and when she told me to relax, I took some deep breaths and tried to relax. “I’m going to open the speculum now, just try to relax,” she said, and I could feel my hole getting slowly spread open. As the tool continued to open me, my breathing must have quickened, without me noticing, because Tammy said, “slow your breathing, you’re actually panting.” Which I was. It was such a strange new sensation. Obviously it wasn’t pleasant, but new, as I have never explored or stuck anything in my ass before. The cold tool holding me open, along with the cold air in the freezing room, tickling the inside of my ass was too much. As Samantha took her time, manipulating the tool, looking inside my, now wide spread asshole, which got extremely uncomfortable. I couldn’t control my emotions as tears started falling from my eyes, and I started moaning, and thrashing my head from side to side. Between my cries and moans, I was begging her to please stop. Tammy started rubbing my shoulders, and placed a hand on my forehead, and softly said, “you’re doing great! Just a bit longer.” Just then I felt Samantha closing the speculum and explained, “relax, I’m going to remove it now, but I’m going to leave it open just a bit, to prevent pinching.” She slowly removed it, and it felt so good to have it out of me, and my hole close back a more normal size. It did feel strange for a few moments, without having anything in there, but the feeling quickly passed. “Tammy, we need two quarts with some Castile, and an inflatable.” “What temp?” Tammy asked. And with that I felt something much smaller invade my rear entrance. “Give me just a moment and I will let you know.” I assumed I had a thermometer up my ass, which was humiliating. “Are you taking my temperature in my butt like a baby?” I asked. Samantha replied with a curt, “yes” and offered no more explanation. This was beyond humiliating. Laying naked on an exam table, feet in stirrups, with my naked mother sitting next to me, a thermometer up my butt, and two ladies that weren’t much older than me, fully clothed, and taking in the whole embarrassing situation. After a few moments, Samantha removed the thermometer, handed it to Tammy and told her, “98.9.” I then felt her stick her finger up my butt. This time she didn’t stop until I felt her knuckles against my cheeks. I felt so helpless at this latest intrusion. Her finger felt so long and thick as she stuck it in as far as she could. I was grimacing and whimpering as she continued fingering my butt. While she was doing this, Tammy left the exam room and I noticed that everyone could see me, naked, having a finger stuck up my butt. I think Tammy purposefully moved slower than normal, just to create more humiliation for me. Continuing her probing, Samantha said, “you’re still a bit too full back here, you are going to have to take an enema to finish cleaning you out.” An enema? I knew what they were, but I had never had one. I started to cry again at her comment and I asked why? “Shhh,” mom said, “honey it’ll be okay.” To give me encouragement. Samantha told me that she would help get me into position, and helped me up, and she pushed the stirrups back in, and pulled out an extension. She told me lay down on my left side, with my left leg straight out, and my right knee bent up to my chest. I continued crying as I waited for Tammy to come back, I kept softly asking why, why? Samantha continued to shush me, and gently patted my bottom. Tammy returned rolling a pole with a huge red bag and tubing attached. Ash she slowly shut the door, I saw my dad looking sympathetically at me, as I lay there crying. Tammy rolled this latest instrument of torture, behind me, she explained they were going to use a special nozzle, that would hold everything inside me. She explained, “once inserted, I will inflate this little balloon like this.” I awkwardly turned my best to try to get a better look. I noticed my mom had a look of pure shock and terror on her face, looking up at this nozzle, knowing she was in for the same treatment. She started shivering more upon seeing all of this played out. Tammy continued, “once I insert the nozzle, and start the flow, I will have you change different to different positions, so the enema can do its job. You will then have to hold it for 15 minutes and then you can expel.” My sons grew louder as this all sounded horrible. I had no idea what this would feel like, and I started to hyperventilate. Samantha tried to calm me down some, but it really didn’t have any affect. How calm would she be, if she was about to have a hose shoved up her ass, and what looked to be like a gallon of water pumped into her. I heard the familiar sound of gloves being snapped on, and a tube being opened up, and felt Tammy stick her lubed up finger a little ways up my butt, and herd her say, “relax, I’m going to insert the nozzle now.” And with that she stuck that bugger in. I came up off of the table to try to get away from her invasion, but Samantha quickly grabbed me, and held me firmly in place. Tammy repeatedly told me to relax, and said we’re almost there, as if she was enduring this indignity. And finally said, “there we go, it’s in place. I’m going to inflate the cuff now, you may feel a little pressure.” I felt the nozzle expand in my butt, and if I’m being honest,felt very uncomfortable, but I was trying to concentrate on slowing my breathing down. Tammy said she was going to start the flow, and as she did, my whole world turned backwards. In a place, that should feel like they should be exiting, we’re flowing in. I got a bit dizzy, and I think from my hyperventilating I nearly passed out. It definitely wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t exactly painful, until the cramps hit. “Ahhhh,” I moaned. It was some of the worst cramping I had ever experienced. “Please stop,” I pleaded “I need to go!” Tammy said, “the cramps are going to be a bit more intense with the Castile soap, you just need to keep taking deep breathes and work your way through it. You’ve barely taken any and we aren’t stopping until the bag is empty.” I kept crying and pleading for them to stop, but it fell on deaf ears. After a few agonizing moments, Samantha started rubbing my belly, saying “this will help the water get where it needs to go.” It did nothing to ease my pain and discomfort, and there were times she would place her hand on my back, and push in on my belly. That was the worst, and it would send painful shockwaves through my stomach. I had tears steaming down my face to the pillow. The pain was almost unbearable. Every time she would squeeze me I would yell out in pain, and as she continued, I felt like she was pushing harder and harder just despite my cries of despair. After one particular, Tammy said, “if you can’t keep quiet, we are going to have to find something here to gag you with.” Never in my life had anyone spoken to me like that. I didn’t know who she thought she was, but faced with this new fear I quit yelling, but still sobbed. Tammy told next she was going to help me on all fours, and came around to my front, and grabbed my arms, and helped me up, as Samantha arranged the hose. It was a very strange feeling, to move around onto my hands and knees, with a hose in my butt, with water gushing into my intestines. I got into position? And I felt Samantha reach her arm between my legs, and place a hand on my tummy, and her other hand on my back, and continued her alternating squeezes and massages. I glanced downwards, towards my tummy and her hand, and my gosh! I looked like I was pregnant! After a while of being in this position, they helped me into my back, I couldn’t help but let my knees fall apart. It was a bit awkward lying there, exposed to the whole room, crying and belly full of water. After what seemed like an eternity, Tammy said, “the bag is empty. You need to hold that for 15 minutes.” “15 more minutes?” I exclaimed! “I’m going to burst!” “Shhh,” Samantha said, “you’ll be just fine!” “We are going to have you and your mom switch places now, while you’re holding that, so we can get started with her. With that they helped me off of the table, and got mom helped get mom situated for her breast exam. “How am I supposed to sit with this thing in my butt?” I asked. “You’ll find a way,” Tammy replied, if you can’t sit, you can stand over by the door,” and handed me the now empty bag. I tried to sit down in the chair, but that was impossible with the hose in me, so I stood by the door. I found that bending slightly with my bud against the door, helped to alleviate the cramping a bit. Samantha asked mom to lift her arm above her head, and started examining her breast. As she got to her nipple, she pinched and gave a sharp tug, which made my mom inhale with a sharp hiss. She repeated the same procedure on the other breast, including the pinch and tug. They then helped my mom lay on her back, and repeated the same procedure. I was ready to blow up at this point, and the cramping had become very severe. I was panting and could barely stand any more. I asked, “can I go now?” Tammy checking her watch, “said yes, the 15 minutes is up” I’ll help you out.” She handed me the drape, and as I covered myself up, it dawned on me, that everyone in the waiting room would be able to see me, a hose hanging from my butt, looking 8 months pregnant, and bawling from the discomfort of the cramps. Even in the freezing cold room, I could feel my face getting flushed from embarrassment. Tammy opened the door, and out we walked exposing myself to god and everyone. While helping me to the restroom she said, “once we are in the bathroom, I will release the bulb and take the nozzle out, and then you can expel.” Jesus, I thought, did she have to say that so loud? We got to the restroom, and to my utter horror, when I tried the door handle, it was locked. This caused quite the commotion between Tammy and another nurse, I was too focused on not pooping a balloon and a gallon of water on the floor in front of all of these people. I told Tammy “I need to go now! Get this out of me, I don’t care if I have to go on the floor!” Just then another severe cramp hit me. I clutched my stomach, dropping the drape, falling into a crouch, exposing my pregnant looking belly, my boobs, my crotch, not only to a full waiting room, but to my dad as well. How would I explain my pierced nipples to him? Looking up, I noticed due to this commotion, every eye in the waiting room was on me. Everyone was staring at me, and I’m sure my face was red from this latest total exposure to every set of eyes in the office. Tammy said something to the person in the bathroom, and I yelled, “I can’t take this anymore!” Tammy helped me up, leaned me against the wall, handed me my drape I dropped, and said okay Julia, just hold on for a few more minutes, and hold this,” and rushed off. I turned my face away from the waiting room, as I didn’t want them to see me in my shameful situation, as I continued to cry and moan, while trying to focus on my breathing, to control the cramps. Tammy rushed back, holding what looked like a walker, flung open the exam room door, and set it in the room. Mom looked up startled as Samantha had her fingers buried deep in mom’s vagina. Tammy set the contraption down, came over and grabbed me and rushed me to it. To my dismay, it turned out to be a portable toilet. How was I going to expel a gallon of water, in front of my mom, while she was being fingered by Samantha. What would the three of them think, would they be disgusted? Would they comment on how bad I smelled? What would it sound like? We’re the questions I had running through my head. Tammy quickly spun me around, lifted the lid and told me to lean over a bit so she could deflate the nozzle. As I looked up, I saw the door was open. Again every eye in the room was in me. As I bent over, to allow Tammy access to my back side, I dropped the drape, to hold on to the thing, so I didn’t fall face first, spewing liquid poop all over the exam room and everyone in it. She deflated the balloon, spun me back around, sat me down and said “go!” As much as I didn’t want to be degraded even more, I couldn’t fight it anymore, and released. It was so loud, and once I started, there was no way I could stop the oncoming torrent. The smell wasn’t bad, but the sound was horrendous. It was explosions of water, and loud wet gas. I glanced over my shoulder, and saw that in the rush of my emergency, the door was still wide open. I continued to groan and grunt, and the water evacuated my bowels. I glanced over towards mom, and saw Samatha pulling her fingers from mom, and with mom so focused on what was happening with me didn’t even notice what was about to happen. Samantha changed gloves, quickly lubed up her finger, and shoved it home, right up my mom’s butt. Mom let out a “unnnnnnhhuuuuuttttt“ as Samantha pushed her finger in. She was totally unprepared, and her butt came up off the table a few inches as Samantha assaulted her back door. As I was finishing up, I heard the bathroom door open, and the other nurse said something about a urine sample, to which Tammy said, “oh yeah that reminds me, I will need a urine sample from both of you,” as she grabbed two sample cups out of one of the cupboards. As she was closing the door she said, “Terry, we can get yours when you are done with your enema, and Julia, I will help you get yours now, I will hold the cup for you right in here.” She handed me some toilet paper to wipe myself, once done I got up to wash my hands, and she instructed me to sit back down. She kneeled down in front of me and placed the cup, and told me to pee. It was absolutely humiliating to pee and poop in front of other people, without the slightest bit of privacy. I heard mom moaning, and saw Samantha had inserted a speculum into her but, and was stretching her hole wide open. I was a bit shocked how wide Samantha was able to spread her open. Mom continued to moan, and take deep breaths as the whole time her exam continued. Tammy had finished up with my sample, and as I was washing my hands again, Samantha removed the speculum from mom’s butt. She quickly replaced it with a thermometer. A few moments later, Samantha told Tammy, “98.7”. Tammy walked out, as I sat back in the chair. Samantha helped get mom into the same position I was in for my enema, all the while mom was shaking out of her skin. I didn’t know if it was from nerves, or the cold, or a combination of both. She laid there for a minute or two, before Tammy came back, and when she entered the room, she exclaimed, “oh god!” I felt a little better knowing I wasn’t going through this ordeal alone. Tammy shut the door, hung the bag up, put on a pair of gloves, lubricated the nozzle, and stuck it up mom’s butt. “Uggghhhttt,” mom groaned. Tammy told her she was going to j flare the nozzle, and mom let out a high pitched squeal. She started the flow, and Samantha massaged and pushed her belly, as she did with me. Mom groaned and whined the whole time, the bag was emptying into her. After they moved her into multiple positions, and she was done, Tammy escorted her out to the bathroom. Samantha helped me get up on the exam table, and had me lay on my left side. She said, “I’m just going to perform a quick rectal exam to make sure you’re cleaned out enough for the next exam.” She donned a pair of gloves, put some lube on her finger, and gently stuck it in. I groaned as she felt all around inside me, and by this time, my poor hole was getting sore. She said, “it feels like we are good to go, just lay there and relax a bit, I will get things ready.” It was still freezing in the exam room, so I curled up into a little ball, and tried to relax. I must’ve dozed off for a few minutes as I was woken up by Samantha exiting the room, and mom coming back in. Mom took her chair and covered up with her drape, as Samantha came back in. She told me, “Julia, the next test is called a rigid proctoscopy.” She pulled a tool out of the drawer and showed it to me. It had to be 15 inches long, and I was extremely nervous as to where that was going to go. She continued, “Doctor Shiffman is going to be assisting me on this, since I haven’t done one of these yet. We will be j setting this j to your rectum, and once inserted, we pull this piece out, and put a piece on the end, that provides light, and allows us to pump air in, to expand your colon to make it easier to see.” I immediately started crying upon hearing this, thinking that this would be the most painful, and humiliating thing anyone has ever done to me. Soon I was shivering as much as mom, mad Samantha told me to get up on all fours. She then had me spread my knees as far as I could, and place my head down on a pillow, facing the door. She then had me lay my arms on the table back to my sides. Soon the doctor came in, and exposed me to the waiting room, in this horrible position. The doctor placed his hand on my lower back and said, “try to relax Julia.” This will be uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t be painful, and it won’t take long. He snapped in a pair of gloves, making me jump with each snap. I was terrified. I started hyperventilating again, as I heard Samantha say, “here is the scope doctor, she should be sufficiently lubricated. The doctor used two finger to spread my cheeks to ensure I was had enough lube on me, and asked Samantha to please spread my cheeks. Samantha grabbed a cheek in each hand, and spread them as far as they could go. I felt the cold steel against my hole, and as soon as the tip pressed against my anus, I tried to slide forward on the table to escape the intrusion. I was begging and pleaded that I didn’t want them to put that in my butt, but it did not good. The doctor asked Tammy if she could hold my shoulders down, to keep me still. I clenched my eyes shut, and as she pushed my shoulders down tightly to the table. Just as the doctor started to shove his freezing tool up my butt, I heard the door swing open. I opened my eyes to see a man in a uniform standing there, staring at me being ass fucked my a steel scope. The man said, “Sorry Doctor Shiffman, I’ll only be a second.” The Doctor replied, “no problem Jim, take your time.” I looked out into the waiting room, and saw my dad staring at me, I begged him with my eyes to rescue me, and take me home, but he just sat there, staring at me, with a dumbfounded look on his face. I screamed, “shut the door, I don’t want people to see you pushing that thing in my ass!” But they continued. Deeper he pushed the scope, stopping when it felt like it was all the way in me. I continued sobbing and pleading with them to stop, i glanced up and saw all of the eyes in the waiting room on me, I saw one guy even recording all of this on his phone. Eventually. I felt the doctor remove the centerpiece, and attach his light. He told me I would feel some air being pumped in, but just to relax. He started pumping the cold air into me and then began pushing the scope further in, and moving it all around. After a few excruciating minutes, he told Samantha, “take a look, this is about as far as you want to go, if you go in any farther, you can cause severe cramping, pain and discomfort for the patient.” And with that I felt him remove the light, and replace the centerpiece, and remove the scope. As the scope came out, to my utter embarrassment, a loud fart came out with it. The doctor told me not to be embarrassed, as this was just from the air that was injected during to procedure and that it happens to everyone. Tammy let go of my shoulders and helped me up, she told me that I was almost done, we just need to get some X-rays and I could get dressed. I wiped the tears from my face, grabbed my drape and followed Tammy down to X-ray. I tried to limit my exposure to the waiting room by using my hand to cover my butt, but it was a bit pointless. As Tammy pulled back the curtain she said, “LeMarcus, got one for X-ray! Full chest, B. E. and after that a TRU.” “Wow!” LeMarcus said, “a full work up, haven’t had one of these for a while.” Tammy left me with LeMarcus, and he took several X-rays of my chest, telling me to be still, hold my breath and then would yell out an warning of X-ray every time he would take an X-ray. He told me to lie on my side, and wait for Tammy to return. It felt nice to lay there without being poked or prodded for a few moments. I heard mom crying out, “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” and then “hhhhhuuunnnttt.” I assumed Samantha was introducing her to the business end of that scope, feeling relief that I was already through that. Just then I heard Tammy slide back the curtain, and say, “okay Julia, what we are going to do ow is called a barium Enema.” I jerked my head up at this, and I loudly protested, “no! No more enemas!” They are disgusting and painful, and you can’t make me.” “Tammy said that’s where you are wrong, we can and we will! I’m so tired of you entitled little brats coming in here, and treating us horribly, and yelling at us! LeMarcus, hold her down!” He was over there with a quickness I couldn’t believe, rolled me into my stomach with one hand holding me down between my shoulder blades, and one hand holding down the small of my back. Tammy grabbed my ankle and used some kind of strap to secure it to my wrist. She moved around to the other side, and did the same thing with the other ankle and wrist. There I was essentially hog tied, laying on a cold metal table, with yet another instrument of torture about to be shoved up my butt. Tammy said. “We are going to finish the barium enema now.” My position left me perfectly exposed so Tammy had easy access to my butthole. She then lubed up the nozzle and without any care for my comfort, shoved it up my butt. She then inflated the balloon inside me and opened the clamp. The way the liquid was flowing inside me, made me believe that she opened the clamp all the way. The cramps started almost immediately. I pleaded for Tammy to slow it down, but she refused. “We could’ve done this the easy way, but you chose not to, 20 years old, is old enough to realize your actions have consequences.” I continued to complain, but I tried to keep it to a minimum. Laying like this, on my stomach, adding to the pressure building up inside of me the cramps were becoming unbearable now, and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, the bag emptied. Tammy asked me, “are you going to act like an adult now? If so I can undo the straps, which will make this so much easier on all of us.” I just glared at her at this point. “Okay, I guess it’s the hard way then. LeMarcus, what way do you need her?” She asked. “Let’s roll her on her side,” he responded. She grabbed my arm and he grabbed my legs, and they got me on my side, while keeping hogtied. LeMarcus took a couple of X-rays, they then rolled me over to my other side, and then he took a few more. They then rolled me over onto my stomach again while he took a few more. Tammy started explaining the next steps to me. “Okay Julia, next I will be lowering the bag, to let the fluid out of you, and we will be pumping some air in to get a few more images, but I’m not going to do that if you can’t straighten up and act like an adult. I will take the straps off if you promise to not throw another tantrum.” I lowered my head in resignation, and softly said, “ I will be better I promise,” accepting my fate. Tammy released the straps and went to work draining me. Once done, she told me, “I will now start pumping some air in, it won’t be as bad as the enema, but it will be a bit uncomfortable.” She helped me on to my back, and started squeezing the bulb, as LeMarcus took more X-rays. After several positions, Tammy said they were done and she will remove the nozzle. After removing the nozzle, Tammy handed me the drape, and helped me to the bathroom, to finish and get cleaned up. Once finished, she ushered me back to the X-ray cubicle, and said, “okay, the last thing for today, I need you to lay on the table on your left side.” As she was helping me into position, LeMarcus wheeled a cart in, and left the curtain slightly opened. Tammy explained that they would be performing a trans-rectal ultra sound, to get a few more images of my colon. I started moaning as she explained the procedure. LeMarcus fired up the machine on the cart, and Tammy grabbed a large wand looking thing, and put a condom on it. LeMarcus assisted by lubing up her finger and the probe. Tammy said “ok try and relax, ok Julia, deep breath.” I Julia inhaled, and the let out a uhhuuggghhh as the probe entered Meir felt longer than the proctoscope and wider than the speculum. I softly cried as Tammy completed the procedure. After a few moments of Tammy moving the probe up and down, back and forth, and side to side, she told me she was all done. As she was removing the probe, I felt a pop as she pulled the head of the wand out. She cleaned me up, handed me the drape again and helped me back to the exam room. She told me I could get dressed and head on out to the exam room when I was done. She took mom with her to X-ray, and I took my time getting dressed. Once done I joined dad in the waiting room. Dad put his arm around me, and I almost fell asleep with my head on his shoulder. I told him I was exhausted, as I listened to them finish up with mom. I commented on the pop when Tammy pulled the ultrasound probe from mom’s ass, and listened to the doctor as he gave us his assessment of our health. We got back to the car, and mom and I promptly fell asleep. Fast forward a week later, and thinking back on the whole ordeal, it awakened some feelings in me. While yes most of the procedures were painful, and uncomfortable, I’ve never had anyone put me in place. I kept thinking back to Samantha and Tammy touching me in places that had never been touched before. The dominating nature that they bosses me around in. The humiliation of being exposed to complete strangers, and the feelings that it gave me. I’m thinking of making a follow up appointment to discuss these things with medical professionals!

Up next, Terry’s point of view!

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed the second part! S