Part 1

There was that ad again. "Earn up to $500 dollars each day assisting medical students. For details, contact University Medical Center". You've spent enough time going through the want ads to spot a come-on. The paper is full of those unbelievable get-rich-quick, or be-a-millionaire-in-your-spare-time ads. Most are just clever ways to separate you from your savings.

On the other hand, it is the University Medical Center. One of the most respected institutions in the state. Not the kind of outfit to run scams in the want ads. Could they be serious? $500 a day? What could be worth that? It's not like you couldn't use the money. The whole reason you spend each morning scanning the paper is to perhaps to find something to supplement your meager earnings.

What the heck. What could a phone call hurt? Your curiosity is piqued now anyway. You dial the number in the ad, and follow with the extension when the automated voice prompts you. A pleasant-voiced woman answers, seemingly eager to answer your questions. She can't help but laugh when your first question is "what's the catch?"

"You're not the only person to ask me that today. She explains that first and second year med students need to work on the fundamentals of doctoring, from sticking a tongue depressor down your throat to taking a blood sample. "Usually the patients at the medical center provide enough opportunity to practice. "Sometimes, though, there are too many students and not enough patients. "Besides, some of the techniques they are working on require repetition, and we couldn't expect a hospital patient to sit through multiple reps with several students.

"So you're looking for guinea pigs?" you ask. "No, not guinea pigs" she replies. "We aren't testing any drugs, just practicing medical procedures. "You'd only be needed about 4 hours and you're paid immediately after. "Most session pay between $150 to $250 a day.

You are quick to point out the ad offered up to $500 dollars a day. "Um-yes" the woman seemed to sound less at ease. "The highest pay scale is for those procedures that are, uh, how should I put this...more personal. Personal? Your mind was conjuring up all sorts of stuff, but you had to ask. "Well, procedures using such devices as vaginal and rectal specula, enemas, colonic scopes. "As you might expect, those are the positions we have the most trouble filling.

That makes sense. You don't expect people to be lining up for a colon scoping. But that $500 payday was awfully tempting. "Do you have to do all that stuff?" you ask. "The sessions are usually limited to one or two things. "I see on the schedule there is a seminar on proper inflatable nozzle use this afternoon. "The woman who was originally scheduled had to cancel. "We could use you today if you're interested?

You've endured a few hospital enemas before. And you, or at least your insurance, was paying for them. Was it worth $500 to let some med student learn how to work a inflatable nozzle nozzle on you? "Hmmmm...okay.

You arrived at the hospital around 1pm. A nurse escorts you into an exam room. "Is this where...?" you ask, thinking that the room is a little cramped for more than 2 or 3 people. "No" replied the nurse. "We have to pre-screen you; make sure you are healthy. "Please remove your clothes down to your underwear and slip this gown on. Once down to your undies, and you don the paper-thin wrap, the nurse asks you to lay down on the exam table. "On your stomach, please. "I need to take a temperature.

Oh great, a RECTAL temp. Well, you were there for inflatable nozzle practice. What's a skinny glass tube going to matter? You roll over onto your belly, and even flip the gown up over your hips as if to help move things along. "We like cooperative patients" the nurse said as she slipped a finger from each hand under the waistband of your panties, then pulled them down to your knees.

Part 2

You expected the thermometer to be put to work as soon after your bikinis reached your knees. But no, the nurse has to don her gloves first, leaving you exposed a little longer. That little voice in your head reminds you that you are about to be a lot more exposed to a lot more people in a few minutes, so what's few extra moments like this on the exam table? And while your little voice is at it, it was time for that long-delayed conversation with yourself, the one you usually have a lot sooner when you decide to do something insane!

"Am I really going to do this? You finally form that question. $500 was starting to feel like not enough money. By now the nurse was done snapping the latex on her exam gloves and about to apply the KY. "What can you tell me about what's going to happen, you ask somewhat sheepishly? The nurse; you can't see her name tag while you're face down on the vinyl cushion of the table; lets out a small chuckle, as if she's been face-to-fanny with a few other new recruits like you.

The nurse puts a bead of lubricant on your rosebud and gently works it in a gentle circular motion. Just enough to prepare you for the thermometer, which she inserts into you after deftly spreading open your cheeks.

"Well, you'll be wheeled into a room. They'll leave a sheet over you at first, since they make you be completely naked for this. There's going to be 5 to 7 students and an instructor. First he demonstrates the instrument for the class, goes over the procedure on the chalkboard, then it's showtime.

Showtime. That's what the nurses call it because these teaching rooms are lit up like Madison Square Garden, so no one is going to have trouble seeing your behind. The nurse removes the thermometer and tells you matter-of-factly that you're normal: 99.5. Normal for a rectal, she adds. The nurse then pulls out a long-stemmed cotton swab from a sterile wrapper. She turns to you and proceeds to slide it where the thermometer just was.

"What are you doing now" you inquire? "Rectal swab. "We send this to the lab to check for anything nasty. "Routine procedure. "Everyone does it. The nurse takes the swab and gives it a little dip and swirl like she was stirring her coffee before pulling it out. "Now we give you the enema.

"But I thought it was just practice...with the inflatable nozzle? You weren't expecting to have an enema today. "Miss, relax, it's all routine. "No one gets out without one, not even the ones on tongue depressor duty. She has to be joking. Maybe trying to help you ease up.

She's already hung a large clear bag filled with water, with a long clear hose, with a narrow black nozzle with a noticeable bulb at the tip. Thankfully the bag only looks about half full. "Can I ask you to please raise your fanny for me? "Get up on your knees but leave your head down on the table. The nurse also helps you remove your panties completely because she wants you to keep your knees further apart and your ass up.

"After we give you this one, I'll come back and check you, to see if we need to give you one more. "After all, we want to keep things tidy, don't we miss.

Part 3

You are now on a gurney in a dark hallway, just outside the brightly lit classroom theater. You are completely nude under a single linen sheet that covers you, thoughtfully placed there by the exam nurse who removed the last of your clothing after she gave you your second digital rectal exam, which followed your second enema.

You can hear the instructor go on about the inflatable nozzle, but you can't see any faces. You can't tell how many students are in the room. How many men or women? Just then an orderly comes out of nowhere. You're startled as he pushes the gurney into the door, which swings wide into the classroom theater. You want to stay covered under that sheet but you try to take note of who is in the room. You think you count 6 including the instructor, and it looks like one was female.

"You will all be able to put what I've just shown you into practice. The voice was the instructor's and it was coming from right next to you. The orderly moved your gurney in to the theater right beside him, under the bright lights. You could feel their heat from under your sheet. "And now I'd like to demonstrate to you the proper method of inserting a inflatable nozzle nozzle into a patient. With those words, you are unveiled to the class.

You are face down on the gurney, laying flat with your arms at your side, and you've never felt more naked in your life. You swear you can feel the eyes of everyone in the room on you along with the heat of the lights. The instructor wants to begin his demonstration. He motions to the orderly to move you into position.

Without a word, he communicates exactly what he wants from you. His left hand is on your shoulder as if to hold you down, while he slipped his right hand under your waste as if to lift you. You move, slowly getting to your knees while keeping your face flat to the gurney. The orderly then makes adjustments, pushing your knees further apart so your behind can't help but spread, exposing your vagina and anus to everyone. If they could see you face, they'd know you are blushing red right now. But you keep it pressed to the gurney, as if you would crawl though it and into the floor if you could.

The instructor begins: "It is important that the patient be completely lubricated before insertion. You feel a small nozzle enter you anus, followed by the cool sensation of something being squirted in. "Make sure the lubricant reaches all the necessary areas. You could hear a latex glove being pulled on while the instructor gave that last directive. You feel his ungloved hand on one ass cheek while his gloved index finger begins to plunge into you, slowly, and as deeply as it can go, and just as slowly, withdraw.

"Before you proceed, it's a good idea to do a quick visual inspection of the rectum. "For that we use the rectal speculum. They've seen every inch of your privates and it's still not enough. Now they want expose you from the inside too. You feel the cold metal of the speculum enter you. Once inside, the instructor squeezes the handles and you feel you anus spread open. You shudder when you feel the outside air fill you rectum. It's a curious feeling indeed.

After the instructor is satisfied by whatever he sees, or doesn't, he removes the speculum and proceeds to tell the class "The patient is now ready for inflatable nozzle insertion. He turns to pick up the instrument. You try to look over to see what it looks like. Is it a single balloon, or a double inflatable nozzle? "You must first make contact with the patient's anus with the tip of the nozzle, then slowly work the first balloon in.

Whoever invented the inflatable nozzle must have been a sadist. An enema nozzle that can't be removed by the subject because the twin balloons inflated on either side of the anus. Even with the balloon tip deflated, it's still an ordeal to get it inside you. The instructor is trying to be gentle but he still must push it in past your sphincter. You try to bear down a bit. That seems to do the trick as you feel the front end of the inflatable nozzle enter you and your anus relaxes around the narrow middle.

The instructor explains to the class "Once the balloon tip has entered the patient, take the front inflator bulb and give it several good squeezes. "Ffft, Ffft, Ffft. You can sense the balloon expanding inside you. "Be careful not to over-inflate. "Ffft, Ffft, Ffft. Over-inflate? It already feels like a grapefruit in there. "Now take the second inflator bulb and fill the exterior balloon. "Ffft, Ffft, Ffft, Ffft, Ffft. Wow, what a sensation.

You've heard about inflatable nozzle nozzles before, but you've never actually had one inside you. Now, experiencing it first-hand, the feeling is...bizarre. It feels like something enormous inside your rear, without feeling like you are being stretched wide open. The twin balloons not only make your fanny spread apart, but also make it impossible to resist an enema. No amount of clenching would pinch the tube off. As the receiver, you are at the mercy of the giver. The instructor tugs at the apparatus as if to prove to the class there is no escaping.

But no enema is being given today, and the instructor deflates the balloons and slowly pulls the inflatable nozzle from your ass. You are ready to be covered back up with the sheet and get wheeled out of there. "Now if there are no further questions, we can begin the hands-on portion of our seminar. "I will observe as each of you perform the technique I have just demonstrated. You realize you are nowhere near being done with this ordeal. Not until the students make you go thru that humiliating experience 6 more times!

The students now stand up and all walk closer to the gurney, gathering around to get a close-up look at each other's methods. The first student, a burley thing, snaps his glove on, fills me with a squirt from the lubricant nozzle, then jams a gloved finger unceremoniously into my tender rear. I jump and let out a yelp. The instructor admonishes him to be gentler. I'm glad when he is done with his inflatable nozzle practice, and I pity the poor victim he practices on next.

The second one was so nervous he not only dropped the lubricant, but the inflatable nozzle nozzle as well. Fortunately, they did not use either again and opened fresh ones. One after another, the students repeat the process: squirt in the lube, work it in with their finger, insert and inflate the inflatable nozzle. Each is very businesslike. Finally, the one female student takes her turn.

The difference was apparent to me, even with my face buried in my pillow. She seemed so much more sensitive toward me. Unlike the other students and instructor, she laid her hand on me and spoke in a reassuring way while she proceeded. After putting the drop of lube in me, she placed a hand on my left cheek as her slender finger probed me. She moved slowly and deliberately as she felt the inside of my anus.

In my deepest fantasies, I have toyed with the idea of a relationship with a woman, but I don't consider myself as having lesbian feelings. But I must admit, after the rough handling by the rest of the men in the room, her touch was quite delicious. She continued to reassure me as she worked the nozzle into my nearly-sore rear. Her gentle manner was most welcome to me by this time.

Once she removed the nozzle from me, the instructor declared the session over and began to exit the room with the other male students, however the female student remained. She took a moist towel and began to gently clean the mess of lubricant off me and helped me down from my knees and back down flat on the gurney, and put the sheet back on me. She told me her name was Madeline, but her friends called her Maddie. She was tall and slender with long brown hair.

She then asked my name, and told me she thought I was very brave for doing something like this. Maddie then confided in me that she prepared for this seminar by using the inflatable nozzle a few times on herself so she could understand what the patient feels. I almost suggested that the rest of her class, and the instructor, follow her lead.

Before the orderly came to take me back, Maddie asked me if I would ever consider serving as her private patient in the future. She couldn't pay as much as the school, but she promised she would make the experience more enjoyable. I said that I would have to think about that, considering the ordeal I just went through. She said to reach her at the school if I should reconsider.

It's a week later. You are home enjoying breakfast with the morning paper when you notice the want ad again. They paid you the $500 dollars immediately afterward, and it did help you pay off your credit card, but do you want to go through that again? You pick up the phone and call the medical center. Instead of dialing the recruitment extension, you get the operator and you ask how to reach a student named Madeline.

The end