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You definitely Have a Problem

Part 1

To say that Naomi Winters was frightened would have been a gross understatement of the facts. She was literally scared to death! For the third day in a row, the laxative she had taken in the evening had failed to work, producing only severe cramping that nearly doubled her over by its intensity. And then this morning when she was in the shower and had pushed on her tummy, her anxiety had literally skyrocketed. A firm mass was distending the left side of her normally flat abdomen and, as she gingerly probed around, she thought that she could feel it extending part way across her abdomen, high up and right under her diaphragm. But the final confirmation of the fact that something was terribly wrong with her had come when, just before leaving her apartment, she had attempted to insert a fresh Tampax. Normally a simple procedure, today she had discovered that something seemed to be blocking passage of the smooth plastic inserter into her vagina. After several failed attempts, she had become so terrified that she had given up and had quickly slipped on an old sanitary belt and, jamming a bulky Kotex pad into her crotch, she had hooked it onto the dangling tabs in front and back.

Taking a seat toward the back of the bus, she had quickly rediscovered one of the reasons why she liked tampons so much. The bulky Kotex pad, squeezing up between her buttocks, made sitting still quite difficult and, combined with the waves of cramps that continued to knot her intestines, she felt a wave of relief when the bus finally stopped to let her off near where she worked. Hurrying inside, she tried to concentrate on her work but her eyes kept drifting to the wall clock ever few minutes as she willed the hands to move faster toward the hour of 10:00 AM. With each passing minute, her anxiety mounted and she had her hand on the telephone as the hands finally indicated that golden moment.

Having recently moved to this city, Naomi hadn't the slightest idea of which doctor she should consult so she had just picked a name at random in the telephone book, using the proximity of his office to her place of employment as the deciding factor. Picking up the phone, she dialed the number and, when the receptionist answered, she quickly asked if she could get an appointment with the doctor, preferably that day, if possible. The receptionist informed her that the doctor was very busy but, as luck would have it, there had been a cancellation for that afternoon at 2:30 PM. Naomi immediately took it and then hurried up to the supervisor's office and said, "Mr. Tarrell, I have a doctor's appointment for 2:30 PM today so I'd like to have your permission to leave work at about 2:00 PM."

Giving her a smile, Mr. Tarrell opened a drawer and took out two sheets of paper stapled together, handed them to her and said, "That will be fine, Miss Winters. Just have your doctor fill out the second page indicating your medical problem and any treatment rendered. I'll need those back tomorrow."

Thanking him, Naomi returned to her desk and again tried to concentrate on her work. But over and over, one word kept flashing through her mind - cancer. She just knew it was a cancer and that it was going to kill her just like it had killed her mother. Uterine cancer! The very thought of her mother's last agonizing days sent chills up and down her spine and, by the time 2:00 PM rolled around, Naomi was shaking like a leaf and so terrified that she wasn't sure she'd be able to walk the three blocks to the doctor's office. But somehow she managed to keep an exterior appearance of calm and, after tidying up her desk as if she might never return, she took her purse and left the building. The cramps had subsided late in the morning and she had changed her Kotex pad after lunch although the used one showed nothing more than a slight reddish stain. Her period was supposed to last at least another three days and, although it didn't appear that she was bleeding much, she didn't want to take the chance of having a blood clot slip down into her panties and stain her dress so she decided that regardless of the discomfort, she had better wear a pad for at least another couple of days.

Entering Dr. Berton's office on the fourth floor, the receptionist had her fill out a new patient form and, when it was completed, she went over it with Naomi. She had listed insurance and/or self pay as the method of payment and the receptionist questioned her as to the type of insurance coverage she had available. Still on probation at the office, her health insurance covered only certain specific conditions and Naomi explained this to the receptionist. Using a credit card, she made out a deposit against her account and that seemed to satisfy the woman that she would indeed be able to pay her bill.

It was nearly 3:00 PM before she was ushered into an examining room and told to have a seat, that the Doctor would be with her in a few minutes. Sitting in the white, sterile appearing room, Naomi's fears escalated and by the time the door opened, little tears were coursing down her cheeks. Introducing himself, Dr. Berton sat down and, telling her to relax, asked her to explain her problem.

Bursting into tears, Naomi cried, "I've g..g..got C..C..CANCER!! I just k..k..know I do!!"

Trying his best to calm her down, the doctor said, "Now, young lady, let's not jump to conclusions before we know the whole story. Tell me, why do you think you have cancer? What symptoms do you have?"

Wiping her eyes, Naomi said, "Well, I f..felt it. A big, hard mass, right here in my tummy." Pointing at the left side of her abdomen, she went on, "And, and it's been g..getting more and more d..difficult to put my, ah, tampons in, you know, in my vagina." Breaking into sobs again, she stammered on, "And t..today, I c..c..couldn't even g..get one in and I h..had to w..wear a K..Kotex pad."

Suspecting what the problem might be, the doctor said, "Tell me, Miss Winters, have you been moving your bowels normally? Any discomfort or other difficulty with defecation?"

Blushing, Naomi bowed her head and replied, "Y..Yes, a little, I guess. Oh, more than a little, really. I, ah, er, I haven't r..really had a b..b..bowel movement for a while."

Persisting, the doctor said, "When was your last fully formed bowel movement, Miss Winters? Two days ago, three maybe?"

Shaking her head miserably, Naomi replied, "E..Eight d..days ago, I th..think."

The doctor's eyebrows went up at this answer and he said, "Eight days ago! So you've been constipated! Have you tried any laxatives or anything like that?"

Nodding her head again, Naomi said, "Y..Yes, Doctor. For the last three days I've been taking either Exlax or Correctol at night and I've been eating prunes and drinking a lot of water but n..nothing seems to help. Oh, I just know I've got cancer and that it's gotten into my bowels!! I'm going to die, aren't I, Doctor!"

Patting her hand, Dr. Berton said, "Now take it easy, young lady. Don't jump to conclusions at this point. Let's have a look at you first and then I'll let you know what I think the problem is." Standing up, he said, "Please come over here and lie down on the exam table. All I want to do is feel your abdomen."

Standing up, Naomi removed her suit jacket, placed it on the chair and then lay down on her back on the table. Asking her to untuck her blouse and unfasten her skirt, the doctor put on a pair of rubber gloves and gently palpated Naomi's abdomen, asking her to just relax and let her tummy muscles go a limp as possible. He immediately detected the mass that she had described and, tracing it with the tips of his fingers, he felt certain that it was filling almost the entire length of the girl's descending colon and probably her rectum as well. As he continued to palpate Naomi's belly, he said, "What type of work do you do, Miss Winters?"

"Ah, I'm a clothing buyer for Wilson's Women's Wear, Doctor," replied Naomi.

Nodding, the doctor went on, "Do you have to do a lot of traveling as a buyer?"

"Y..Yes, I sure do. I just got back last week from a two week trip to Japan. They're producing some very interesting new designs, you know," answered Naomi.

"And do you normally have any problem with constipation when you're on one of your buying trips?" asked the doctor.

Nodding, Naomi said, "Well, y..yes, I suppose I do. Especially when I have to go to Japan or almost anywhere in the Far East."

"Do you have any idea why you'd have problems there and not in Europe?" said the doctor.

Blushing, Naomi answered, "Well, it might be related to the, ah, b..bathroom facilities in the F..Far East. I don't know whether you've b..been there before, Doctor, but they d..don't have t..toilets! Just holes in the floor th..that you're s..supposed to, ah, er, s..squat over. And I've j..just never been able to d..do that with any success."

Nodding, the doctor said, "And so I'll bet you just try to avoid going to the toilet as much as possible, don't you! And that probably leads to a lot of constipation, doesn't it."

"Oh, you're so right! Whenever I get back from one of those trips it usually takes me two or three days to get back on, ah, schedule and I almost always have to take laxatives."

What Naomi had failed to tell the doctor and what she wouldn't have admitted to her best friend, if she had one, that is, was the fact that much of her problem was of her own making. In actual fact, regardless of whether she was home or away she almost always resisted the urge to move her bowels until she was certain that her rectum was filled to maximum capacity. She would then put on one of several pairs of panties that she reserved just for these occasions, an old but still reasonably snug fitting open bottom girdle, old nylons and a pair of cheap black high heeled pumps. Going into the bathroom, she would then sit on the toilet seat and rub her pussy through her panties until she was feeling very aroused. The combination of her arousal and a completely full rectum would soon bring on an urgent need to shit. Squeezing her knees together, she would then proceed to fill her pants', her seated position and the tightness of her girdle combining to force the thick wads of shit up and down the crack of her behind and into her crotch.

Once everything was in her pants', so to speak, she would stand up, walk over to the bathtub and lower herself face downward across a folded towel on the edge of the tub. Picking up the long handled plastic bath brush that she had purchased for just this purpose, she would begin spanking her own girdled bottom, hitting herself as hard as she could in her rather awkward position. Concentrating on the center of her bottom, she would whale away at herself as she fantasized about a man doing this to her, each smack driving the mass of shit in her pants all over her behind and bringing her ever closer to orgasm. When she felt she was right on the brink of a climax, she would drag her girdle and panties down to her knees and frantically smack her now naked and shit smeared buttocks until, amid many moans and grunts, she would finally reach a shattering climax.

Needless to say, each of these sessions left the bathroom in a total mess. Shit would be splattered all over the floor and the bathtub as well as on the back of the plastic bath brush. It would usually take her at least two hours to clean herself and the bathroom and then she would spend another hour getting the sticky mess out of her clothing. But regardless of the mess it made, she wouldn't have even considered giving up these secret sessions, not for all the tea in China. The combination of the warm shit squeezing into the seat of her girdled bottom, the heady aroma and the pain caused by the bath brush smacking her girdled behind always led to the most fantastic orgasms she had ever experienced and there was nothing in the world that was going to stop her from gaining that pleasurable feeling whenever she wanted it. The only thing that could possibly make it any better would be if she could have found a man who would share her admittedly perverted sexual fantasy and who would be willing to blister her shit covered behind while she reached one climax after another.

No, she couldn't tell the doctor about this and anyway, since she just knew she had cancer, it was likely that she wouldn't have much time left to enjoy herself in her perverted fantasy so why embarrass herself needlessly. With these thoughts passing through her mind, she barely heard the doctor speaking to her and she had to make a conscious effort to return her attention to what he was saying.

"Well then," said the doctor, "that's obviously something we need to look into, Miss Winters. Perhaps we can set up something through our Occupational Therapy department, some exercises that will enable you to do your business' regardless of what the facilities are like where your staying."

Slipping his gloves off, he smiled at Naomi and said, "I tend to think that this isn't as serious as it may seem to you, young lady. But I'll know more after I do a pelvic and rectal examination on you. I'll have a nurse come in and help you get ready for that examination. Oh, you may tuck in your blouse and fasten your skirt if you wish."

Leaving Naomi sitting on the exam table, he left the room only to return in a few minutes with a young woman who was obviously a nurse. Introducing her as Nurse Reston, he said, "There's no need for Miss Winter's to strip. Just the undies off will be sufficient. Then up in the stirrups."

Stepping out of the room, he left Naomi with the young nurse. Smiling at Naomi, Nurse Reston said, "If you'll slip off your pantyhose and panties, I'll help you up into position on the table."

Blushing slightly, Naomi said, "I'm n..not wearing pantyhose. I've got a roll-on girdle on and these are gartered nylons. Oh, and I also have on a sanitary belt and Kotex pad. And panties, naturally."

Looking somewhat surprised, the nurse said, "Oh, my goodness! I didn't think *anyone* wore those uncomfortable things anymore!" Never having worn a girdle before, she wasn't exactly sure what the doctor would want her to do. But deciding that she would just follow her best judgement, she smiled at Naomi and said, "Well, I suppose the easiest thing to do would be to unclip your nylons and just pull up your girdle. And then just slip your panties and your sanitary pad off and I'll help you up on the table."

Blushing, Naomi nodded and said, "M..Maybe it would be better if I just took off my girdle. It's really not very comfortable and the only r..reason I'm wearing it is cause my tummy was, you know, *bulging* so much!" Breaking into tears, she sobbed, "Oh, God, I just k..k..know I've got c..c..cancer! W..What e..else would c..cause my b..belly to g..g..get so b..b..bloated!"

"Now don't be jumping to conclusions before the doctor is finished examining you, Miss Winters," replied the nurse sympathetically. "But he can't do that until you get your undies off. Oh, I suppose you can leave your nylons on if you want to since they won't be in the way."

Hiking up her skirt, Naomi hooked her fingers into the waistband of her girdle, tugged it down over her swollen belly and, turning it inside out, pushed it down to just above her stocking welts. Unfastening all six garters, she pushed the girdle down her legs and let it drop around her ankles. Slipping her fingers into the waistband of her panties, she quickly whisked them down also and let them drop to her ankles on top of her girdle. Stepping out of both undergarments, she squatted demurely, retrieved them from the floor and then stood up with a slightly confused look on her face. Turning slightly away from the nurse, she quickly unhooked the Kotex pad in front and back, spread her legs slightly and quickly removed the pad. The nurse immediately held out her hand and said, "I'll take those things, Miss Winters. Why don't you just hop up on the table, scoot your bottom down until it's hanging over the end and then I'll put your feet up in the stirrups."

Having had only one previous pelvic exam in her life, Naomi felt her face glowing as the nurse placed her feet into the stirrups, spreading her legs wide apart and exposing her vulva and anus completely. These preparations were barely complete when the doctor walked in, glanced over to see if she was ready and then, pulling on another pair of rubber gloves, he walked over and sat down between Naomi's wide spread legs. Placing his hands on either side of her vulva, he said, "Miss Winters. I'm going to spread your labia and then slip two fingers into your vagina. It shouldn't be at all uncomfortable so just try to relax." Lubricating his fingers with K-Y lube, he gently spread Naomi's plump labia and gently pushed the index and middle fingers of his right hand into her warm, moist vagina. But almost immediately he felt a large mass blocking the passage of his fingers into the depths of her vagina and, running his fingers from side to side, he realized that the mass was probably in her rectum and not in the vagina itself.

Removing his fingers, he applied more lubricant and then said, "Now, Miss Winters, I'm going to do a rectal exam. When you feel my finger pushing against your anus, strain down as if you were having a bowel movement. That will relax your sphincter and allow my finger to slip in quite easily."

Following the doctor's instructions, Naomi strained down and immediately felt a finger dilate her anus and slide smoothly into her rectum. A little shiver went through her body as the doctor probed deeply inside her and she hoped that he hadn't noticed. Her anus was exquisitely sensitive, a fact she had discovered quite by accident while she was masturbating on the toilet one morning several years ago. Nearing her climax, she had felt the urge to move her bowels and as she did so, she had the most shattering orgasm she'd ever felt in her entire life. Surprised and curious, she had repeated the same thing that evening with the same result. Within a few days she started to routinely finger her anus as well as her clitoris and vagina while masturbating and soon found that her small, puckered nether mouth was nearly as sensitive to arousal as was her clitoris. This pleasant activity had led her to try many different forms of anal stimulation but it wasn't until the first time she shit her pants while masturbating that she realized just how anally oriented she really was. The self spanking had come later and just added to the intensity of her climaxes but she certainly wasn't going to convey that information to this young doctor! God, she would be embarrassed to death if he knew that she did that to herself!

The finger inside Naomi's rectum confirmed Dr. Berton's tentative diagnosis. Pulling it out of her tight, warm anus, he pulled off his gloves and said to the nurse, "You can help Miss Winters get dressed now. And then I'd like to see her in my consultation room."

Wiping Naomi's lubricant smeared vulva and anus, the nurse then handed her underclothing to her and said, "I'll let you get dressed now, Miss Winters. I'll be back in about 3 or 4 minutes to take you to the Doctor's consultation room."

Quickly replacing her Kotex pad, Naomi slipped her panties on and then struggled into her girdle and attached her nylons to the garters. Smoothing down her skirt, she was waiting for the nurse when she returned. Taking her down the hallway, the nurse showed her into a panelled office and seated her in a chair facing a wide desk. Dr. Breton came in a moment later and, after closing the door, sat down and smiled at Naomi. "First, and most importantly, Miss Winters, you do NOT have cancer. I can absolutely promise you that, young lady!"

Letting out a sigh of relief, Naomi began sobbing and it was several minutes before she could regain sufficient composure to question what was the matter with her if it wasn't cancer. Continuing to smile at her, Dr. Breton said, "Now, while you most certainly don't have cancer, Miss Winters, you DO HAVE A DEFINITE PROBLEM!" Leaning forward and placing his hands flat on the desk, he said, " To be specific, you have one of the largest fecal impactions I've ever seen in my life!"

With a look of complete puzzlement on her face, Naomi said, "Fecal impaction? What is that, Doctor? I don't think I've ever heard of that before. Is it serious?"

Giving her a grave look, Dr. Breton said, "Yes, it is serious, Miss Winters. Not life threatening at this point but quite serious. And we need to do something about it immediately. A fecal impaction occurs when feces or, as you might refer to it, poop, becomes dried out in the lower bowel and becomes lodged there, unable to move on down into the rectum so that you are able to eliminate it properly. In your case, however, the impaction appears to extend from partway across of your transverse colon, down your entire descending colon and right down into your rectum. It's actually the impaction in your rectum that is causing that bulge in your vagina that you noticed when you tried to insert a tampon."

Twisting a handkerchief in her hands, Naomi said, " Oh, God! That sounds just horrible! What can you do about it? Do I have to have an operation?"

Shaking his head, Dr. Breton said, "No, not an operation, Miss Winters. But we have to relieve that impaction as soon as possible or you're going to be in serious trouble."

Nodding her head, Naomi replied, "Well, if I don't have to have an operation, what can you do about it, you know, the f..fecal impaction?"

Leaning back in his chair, the doctor said, "There's really only one treatment for this sort of problem, Miss Winters. The fecal impaction has to be manually broken up and removed. And the only way to do that is to get a hand up into your rectum and break it up with the fingers."

Naomi gasp as the doctor said this and then a warm flush swept up from her neck all the way to her ears. Dropping her eyes to her lap, she stammered, "Y.You mean up inside m..me! Oh, that's j..j..just not p..possible, is it? I m..mean, my, ah, er, b..bottom j..just isn't, ah, c..can't, ah, it's too small, isn't it?"

Shaking his head, the doctor replied, "The word you're looking for is anus, Miss Winters. And no, your anus isn't too small. In actual fact, the anus can be dilated to a quite surprising degree, certainly enough to allow a person's hand to pass through. It's not terribly comfortable, I'll grant you that, but if done slowly and as gently as possible, it does work."

Biting her lip, Naomi said, "W..Would I be put to sleep to do that?"

Picking up her record, the doctor said, "Well, we can see if your insurance will cover a general anesthetic. But I really doubt it. However, I'll have my receptionist check on it for you." Pushing a button on his intercom, the doctor called in one of the nurses, handed her Naomi's record and asked her to have the receptionist check on whether or not Naomi's insurance would cover the cost of hospitalization and a general anesthetic for manual removal of a fecal impaction. Leaving the room, she returned in less than 5 minutes and, handing the record back to the doctor, said, "I'm sorry, Doctor. The insurance company said that they wouldn't be able to cover those costs since that is usually an office procedure."

When the nurse had gone again, the doctor looked at Naomi and said, "Well, I guess that answers the question of your insurance covering an anesthetic, Miss Winters. But you absolutely have to have that impaction broken up and removed and the sooner the better." Buzzing the appointment clerk, he said, "Jane, do I have any appointments after 4:30 PM today? No? Okay, thanks." Turning back to Naomi, he said, "If you wish, I can do the manual removal this afternoon at 4:30. It'll take at least two or three hours and you're not going to feel too spry for a couple of days but if you'd like to make the appointment, I'd be more than happy to help you out."

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