I sat there feeling the lubricant between my cheeks and feeling sorry for myself when the door swung open and an attractive looking middle aged man stepped into my room. I immediately started to panic internally. I had never had a male doctor before. Curse mother for setting this up without talking to me first! And curse me for not asking more questions on the way here because I was afraid of the answer!

“Hello Megan, I’m Dr.Fisher. Nice to meet you. My nurse tells me you have been having some stomach cramps?” I had the half thought to just tell him it’s period cramps and I didn’t want to go to school today. I didn‘t want that beautiful man anywhere near me as intimately that Nurse Heidi had been. But something about his calm demeanor and easy smile made me blab all over him. I told him everything while he conducted a full exam touching on every part of me. He had me lay down and pressed on my tummy. I groaned in pain when he pressed on a spot that felt harder and he frowned.

“Megan, I’m going to need you to hop off the table for me,” he said casually. I complied. “I’d like to do a quick rectal exam, Megan. I’d like for you to turn around and lean over the table with your bottom pushed out for me.” My heart instantly climbed into my throat.

“W-w-what do you need to do that for,” I asked without moving a muscle.

“It sounds as if you’re constipated and I’d like to check,” he said as he snapped a pair of rubber gloves on. The material was straining around his hands and I didn’t see how it didn’t snap. His fingers looked huge and it froze me with terror to know he was going to use one to probe my very small hole.

“Um doctor. D-do you have to do that? I’ve never had that before and I’m scared.” I admitted.

“I’m afraid I do Megan. When the nurse took your temperature rectally, she noticed fecal matter on the thermometer. I need to assess how dense it is to see how we need to proceed.” He said in a no nonsense tone that left room for no argument.

I obeyed and turned around. Bending at the waist, I stretched over the exam table and held on to the other side.

”Please push your bottom out,” the doctor instructed and I was forced to comply when he used that tone.

Heart hammering in my throat I heart the lubricant being squeezed on his finger. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. His finger was A LOT bigger than nurse Heidi‘s and I wasn’t sure my hole could take it. I felt his large hand on my left butt check to steady me as he slowly started dragging his finger over my forbidden spot to lubricate every inch.

“Take a deep breath,” Dr.Fisher instructed and I did. “Exhale.” While I breathed out he shoved his finger inside me in one swift motion. I couldn’t help but to cry out at the invasion.

“Shh. It’s okay Megan,” the doctors words soothed over me. Still gasping for air, I tried not to squirm as he started moving his finger around inside me. He twisted it all around feeling every centimeter. Then all of a sudden he pulled his finger almost completely out before twisting it a quarter turn and advancing it all the way back in. I could feel every knuckle pop through my inner ring as he continued to pull his finger almost all the way out before twisting and ramming home one more time. It seemed to go on for ages until Dr. Fisher spoke up.

“You are very compacted Megan. Your stool is very heard. I’m going to suggest we do an enema to help clear you out …“ I stopped listening. Between the sensation of basically getting finger fucked in the ass and him telling me he would be giving me an enema, I froze.

“And your very tight back here so to help you loosen up, I’m going to add a second finger now,” was all the warning I got before the doctor pulled his finger all the way out and added a second one when he shoved back deep inside my bottom. I gasped at the intrusion. It felt like he was stretching me to my limit. He resumed his steady out and in motion and I slowly felt myself relaxing.

“Good girl. Now go ahead and have a seat back on this table and I’ll go have Nurse Heidi prepare the enema.“ Dr. Fish pulled his fingers out of my rear and I heard the sound of his gloves snapping as he yankee them off. I was still frozen over the exam table, frozen with fear for what was to come when he walked out.