A few years back, I had a massage service out of my home. I had a real exam table (with stirrups) for my clients who enjoyed a medical setting, and also wanted to be examined during the course of the massage. I always had to play it by ear when examining a new "patient". I could usually tell by their comments or actions on the exam table what sorts of things they would like. Most allowed me to give them a large volume enema.
One day I received a new "patient", a youngish 30ish looking guy with red hair, who was somewhat paunchy, but still attractive. He said he had never received a massage or head-to-toe exam, but when he had read my ad, he wanted to see what it was all about.
I started out by giving him a head-to-toe massage, then I told him I would then perform a complete physical on him. I did the usual BP, oral temperature, heart and lung exam, then moved on to the abdominal exam. I failed to mention, after the massage, I had him put on an exam gown, so as to create a completely clinical setting for him. He seemed just a bit nervous, and I DID believe this was probably his first time experiencing something like this.
After the preliminary palpating of the abdomen, I then had him raise the gown up to his chest, and position his legs in a frog-like position so that I could examine his genitals. It was very rare to see a guy with red pubic hair, but also very interesting. After the genital exam, I had him roll over onto his side. For some reason he seemed somehwat reluctant. I was a little confused, but continued on anyway. When I started to lift his buttock up, he squirmed and started to roll back onto his back. I patted his butt cheek and encouraged him to roll back onto his side. Again he reluctantly did so. I finally managed to do a visual exam of his anus, then began to insert my finger into him. At this point I could tell he was really serious when he said he had never had a complete exam. I DID manage to talk him through it, though.
Then I decided to see if I could actually get him to take an enema from me. At first he said "No", but after some talking I persuaded him that if he were to experience the total medfet experience, the enema was very important.
He gave in, and it was quite an ordeal trying to get the whole bag into him. He kept insisting that he couldn't hold anymore, but he did. When I took the enema tip out of him, he tried to jump up off the table, but I told him that he needed to walk very slowly to the bathroom, and I would hold a tissue against his anus while he walked. He was not happy about this, but all he cared about was getting to that toilet, and not losing it on the floor.
When we finally reached the toilet, I took my hand with the tissue away from his butthole and helped him lower himself onto the toilet. As badly as he needed to get rid of the enema, he was trying to hold it in until I left the room. When I informed him that I always stayed with my "patient" while they evacuated the enema, he was speechless. He wanted to protest, but the cramps were getting to be too much for him. With a big grunt, he finally let loose. At first a huge gush of water came out, then a loud fart, and big plop into the toilet totally humiliated him. He lowered his face into his hands while the plopping and farting continued. At this point I didn't want him trying to hold back anymore, so I told him I would leave the bathroom while he finished.
About ten minutes later he came out, face red and unable to look at me. I told him that was a natural reaction.
After he got dressed and had pulled himself together somewhat, I invited him to sit down and discuss what he had experienced. At first he was reluctant to talk about it, but eventually he began to loosen up, and he told me that it had been quite an experience, but he didn't know for sure exactly what he was feeling. I told him that was a totally natural reaction. After tossing it around in his mind for a few hours at home, he would feel differently.
Then, out of a clear blue sky, I got the biggest shock of my life. He proceeded to tell me that he was a REAL doctor, and that he worked at the Midwest Health Center in Dearborn, Michigan. At first I thought he was trying to play some sort of game with me, but after he left, I did some checking, and sure enough, he WAS a doctor there.
Strangely enough, a few months later I had a really bad acid reflux attack, and the Midwest Health Center was an urgent care clinic. I went there around 11 p.m. and after being taken to a cubicle, there he was. He examined me, then prescribed some Zantac and Carafate for my problem. I realized that he wasn't too comfortable having me for a patient, probably because he thought I might be there to cause problems for him. That was the farthest thing from my mind, so I never saw him again. But I still tell my friends about my examining my doctor.