"You have to hold out for another 10 minutes, then you'll be released. Come on, I'll massage your tummy a bit more," Moritz tried to calm Chiara down. Restless and with her face contorted in pain, she tapped lightly back and forth on the spot. The double balloon tube protruded from her ass and the rubber tube, which had previously been unplugged from the enema bag, bobbed slightly with every little movement. The two balloons literally sealed Chiara's virgin bottom and securely enclosed the soap broth. There wasn't much else on the young patient's mind at the moment. She longed to finally be able to get rid of her bowel contents. Moritz wasn't quite sure whether she hadn't heard him say that she should defecate right here in a metal bucket and not in a toilet as originally intended. Or maybe she didn't want to hear it? Chiara said almost nothing for the next few minutes, she had to use all her energy to switch off the pressure in her bowels and not go crazy.

She had inevitably come to terms with her nakedness by now. Moritz had Chiara lie on her side on the couch again during the last few minutes of the application time and carefully massaged her swollen belly. She longed for the intestinal tube to finally leave her arse. "I really can't take any more," Chiara sobbed quietly, while you could clearly hear a gurgle from her stomach. At that moment, Maria came back in the door. She placed a metal bucket with a small seat above it in the centre of the room. Frightened, Chiara looked at Moritz and nervously tapped her bare feet: "What, you want me to go in the bucket?". "Yes, you wouldn't make it to the toilet now, it's at the other end of the corridor. It's easiest if you defecate in the bucket here. It'll come out of your bum all by itself anyway, don't worry," said Moritz. The doctor's assistant told the patient to squat on the seat above the metal bucket. "Then squat down and bend forwards a little, then I'll pull the bowel tube out of your bum and you can empty yourself," said the assistant.

Without thinking twice, the 21-year-old followed the instruction - the pressure in her bowels was too strong. With a quick movement, Maria pulled the intestinal tube out of Chiara's butthole, who then quickly sat down on the exam table. As her sphincter gave way to the immense pressure from inside her, the naked girl closed her eyes and just let it happen. Her asshole opened wide and the first gushes of brown liquid shot loudly and audibly out of her bum into the metal bucket. Chiara had lowered her head out of shame and whimpered softly - after all, she had two spectators while emptying her bowels. More loads of enema solution kept shooting out of the young patient's bottom and her whimpering wouldn't stop. Moritz then kneaded Chiara's shoulders a little in the hope that she would be able to relax a little more. From above, he was able to catch a glimpse of the bucket, which was filled with a lot of brown liquid. "Well, you see, that's going to happen all by itself when the one and a half litres of soap broth want to find their way out of the girl's ass again. When nothing more comes out and you've finished, you can wipe your bum with a cloth and then we'll continue with the next load right here on the lounger. We still have to rinse the soap out of your butt with clean water," announced the helper.

Chiara farting audibly a few more times and a few liquid particles still came out of her anus and landed in the metal bucket with a splashing sound. After a few minutes, the girl stood up with relief and wiped her bum once with a cloth provided. Embarrassed, she threw the used cloth into a rubbish bin. Chiara's stomach ached from the enema, her butthole felt stretched and sore from the long, thick intestinal tube that had been up her ass for many, many minutes. She thought anxiously about the next step, which was apparently going to involve pumping more fluid into her butt. "My bum hurts so much. Why another enema? Is that really necessary?" Chiara asked in a frightened, moaning voice. Moritz put his hand on Chiara's glowing warm buttock and stroked his best friend's rectum: "Yes, the soap absolutely has to be flushed out of your bowels, it has to be. But I'm sure your brave bum will manage that too.

The doctor's assistant pushed the metal bucket containing Chiara's faeces and the seat built over it to the side. Maria had prepared the next enema bag with clear water while the young patient emptied herself. This was now connected to a thin, albeit very long intestinal tube, which was apparently intended to penetrate even deeper into the 21-year-old's tight butthole. "So this is the high enema," thought Moritz in amazement, wondering at the same time how deep the intestinal tube would now be pushed into his best friend's butt. Maria, meanwhile, seemed to be getting impatient again. "Well miss, we don't have forever! Hop, hop, kneel on all fours on the couch, legs nice and wide and bum out! I'm going to push this thin intestinal tube right into your upper intestinal area so that the soap broth is completely flushed out of your rectum when you empty yourself again. Just breathe calmly again and keep still, then it won't hurt. The whole thing might just pull a little because the tube is now being pushed much deeper into your ass than the double balloon bowel tube was before. Your boyfriend should spread your buttocks again so that I can insert it properly," announced the doctor's assistant mercilessly.

Without offering any resistance, Chiara surrendered to her fate and assumed the humiliating position on all fours as requested - her legs spread and her buttocks stretched upwards once again providing a perfect view of her vaginal and anal area. Her anus did indeed look a little red and irritated, which didn't escape Moritz's notice when he pulled his best friend's small buttocks wide apart to expose her pink rosebud. Maria had now coated the long, thin intestinal tube with some more lubricant and placed the cold, slippery tip against Chiara's anus. "And press against it again, then it will slide in nicely - push!" the assistant instructed in an energetic tone. In response to the new intruder, the girl wriggled her legs again and moved her abdomen slightly.

"First I have to get completely naked, then she spreads my asshole open with one of those things and pulls out some poo, then I get an enema that almost makes me burst and now I get an even longer tube shoved up my butt, which is already pumping liquid into my ass again. It really can't get any worse than this. My butt is apparently an object that strangers can do whatever they want to it," Chiara thought resignedly and angrily. She could clearly feel the long tube making its way centimetre by centimetre further into her bowel and at the same time water was already running into her insides. Once again, her bowel was overflowing with fluid. Once again she had to endure being in such a degrading and powerless position on this shabby examination couch with two people working on her backside and her best friend spreading her buttocks to make matters worse.

"Now you've done it and the hose is all the way in. Then the water just has to run in and then you can get back on the bucket and relieve yourself. There's not as much water now as there was before," Moritz tried to encourage his naked best friend. Chiara didn't say anything in response and laid her glowing head with her red cheeks exhausted on the leather of the lounger. By now she was wondering how deep the intestinal tube was already in her arse - the helper was still pushing the tube in, which kept pinching and pulling. Chiara would never have thought that her tight ass could be penetrated so deeply.