The Digestive Health Center: Susan's Story

by Pepper North

  They used her desk for a table. Mark moved the guest chair from the other side of the desk to sit next to her. He had brought them both a salad from a nearby deli. They were both starved and they dived into their salads enjoying the crisp veggies, cheese, and grilled chicken.

  “So just for the record, what was my exceptional home packed lunch?” Susan asked with a grin.

  “A grilled chicken salad,” Mark answered with a straight face. When she looked down at the deli salad he had purchased for her, he added, “A delicious, homemade salad that could never be surpassed by a simple deli creation.”

  Susan laughed, “Thank you, Mark, for bringing me lunch. Normally, I would have just had a little chocolate and been so hungry by the time I made it home on the bus that I’d have eaten anything dethawable in my freezer. This is much better.”

  “You were just trying to avoid another nutrient infusion,” he accused with a smile.

  “Well, that’s a pretty good thing to avoid,” Susan admitted.

  “For the record, I’m glad you called too. It was the best thing to do. I’m here to take care of you and your health,” Mark looked serious. “I do have something I need to ask you that isn’t in your health records. When is your next menstrual cycle due to begin?”

  Susan turned multiple shades of red and looked around to make sure no one was near. “Mark, we’re having lunch! Why do you need to know anyway?”

  “We’re having a healthy lunch and talking about your health. It’s a perfect time to talk about your menstrual cycle,” Mark explained.

  “Stop saying those words!” Susan asked desperately

  “What menstrual cycle?” Mark asked innocently as he continued to eat his salad.

  “Yes!” Susan took a big bite of her salad and chewed aggressively.

  “So?” Mark watched her intently.

  “Hrmmpppff!” Susan exhaled in exasperation. “In two days,” she finally admitted.

  “That’s what I was figuring. Okay, so Saturday. You’ll be in the Center for the weekend. How long do you normally flow? Heavy or light?” Mark continued to probe causing her to flush again.

  “Mark, I don’t want to talk about this here. Can we talk tonight?” she asked desperately.

  “We could be done now if you’ll just answer my questions. Then you won’t have to blush any more. You do realize I’m your home health care nurse, right?” Mark asked with a smirk.

  “Yes, yes, I know you’re a nurse. I . . . just don’t normally talk about stuff like this – especially at work! Susan hissed at him. If he’d only keep his voice down – or change the subject. “Okay, usually seven days – heavy the first two and less the following days. Now, can we stop talking about it. Why did you bring it up?”

  “You seem a little edgy,” Mark joked.

  Susan threw her napkin at his head! “You!”

  Chapter Thirty-seven

  By the time he’d picked her up at the end of the day, Susan was exhausted. After one look at her drawn face, Mark buckled her in the passenger seat and inclined it backward so she could rest on the way home. Susan tried to stay awake but dropped off to sleep quickly with the hum of the tires on the highway. Susan didn’t wake up even when he carried her into her house and took her to the treatment room. Laying her on her side, Mark didn’t even test her blood sugar and temperature. He knew just what she needed. Restraining her on the exam table so she wouldn’t roll off, Mark quickly added the ingredients he needed for the nutrient infusion and blended them together quickly with a little apple juice for a sugar boost. He poured it into a large bowl and returned to his patient. Susan hadn’t moved other than to pillow her hands under her head. Mark took off her shoes and pulled her skirt and panties to her calves. He found the correct enema syringe for the infusion and loaded it fully by squeezing it repeatedly in the green mixture. Mark lifted Susan’s top buttock and slid the nozzle in deep. He gave her a few seconds to adjust and squeeze it gently but firmly to inject all the contents into her rectum. Repeating this process three times, Mark emptied the large bowl of the nutrient concoction. Mark pressed a medium sized plug into her rectum to keep the infusion inside her to be absorb. He covered her with a soft blanket and turned down the lights.

  Twenty minutes later, he heard her begin to stir. “Oh, no. Mark! Where are you?” Susan called urgently.

  “Hi, Susan. Looks like we didn’t get lunch into your system fast enough to keep you from crashing. I think we’ll have to figure out a snack you could have if you have meetings that delay your lunch,” Mark said calmly.

  “Did you put that stuff in me, again?” Susan whispered.

  “Yes, Susan. You needed the nutrient infusion again. How are you feeling now?” Mark asked running his hand over her forehead to brush through her hair. He looked worried.

  Susan thought for a minute and said, “I feel better. I’m sure I just needed a nap.”

  “The nap helped, Susan. But that’s not why you feel so much better,” Mark’s hand continued down to rub her back. “The infusion needs to stay inside you for ten more minutes. Then, you can push out whatever your body hasn’t absorbed.”

  “You not going to need to put in more this time?” she asked hoping for a negative answer.

  “You should have all you need now. We’ll see if everything has been absorbed, you didn’t get enough and I’ll inject more. I want you to just rest. I’m making some soup for dinner. It will be easy on your stomach. Why don’t you lay your head down for me? See if you can go back to sleep,” Mark rubbed her stomach soothingly.

  Susan drowsed lightly. She heard Mark moving around in the kitchen. It was comforting to know he was here and taking care of her. When he returned to her side, Mark shifted her on to her back and slid her skirt and panties off her legs. He positioned her by lifting her legs into the stirrups and securing them firmly in place. Finally, he raised her bottom and slid the bedpan underneath her hips.

  “This is so embarrassing. Can’t I just go to use the toilet?” Susan pleaded.

  Mark began to pull the anal plug out of her anus. “No, Susan. I need to be able to measure how much infusion you absorbed. Just relax your muscles and let any liquid out.” He pressed a lubricated finger into her rectum to urge her need to push out the infusion.

  Susan groaned as liquid began to spurt out of her. She turned her head, embarrassed to have lost control of her anal muscles.

  Keeping his finger deep in her rectum, Mark drew slow circles to open her tight opening and to continue to stimulate her need to evacuate the green nutrient mixture. Mark learned from the last infusion that she had needed to overfill her system. He watched the quantity of fluid that had not been absorbed. Her body had needed about two-third of the mixture that he had injected. That told him that he had injected enough nutrients. He would make a note of the volume of the infusion. This would be the amount to inject in the future.

  When all the extra fluid had drained from her system, Mark withdrew his finger and stripped off his gloves. He walked around to the head of the table and leaned down to kiss Susan deeply. “You worried me there, sweetheart. We need to keep you nourished so you don’t get so exhausted. Are you feeling better?” he asked softly.

  Susan licked her lips in reaction to the kiss. “I’m better,” she answered slowly. “Can you let me up now?”

  “Lie there and rest while I get you cleaned up and measure the discarded nutrient,” Mark instructed. He wiped Susan’s anal area watching her face to see her blush in embarrassment but also in reaction to him repeatedly touching this sensitive area. Mark cupped her bottom and raised it to pull out the bedpan. He left the room and took care of all the measurements and disinfection before returning to the exam room.

  Susan lay naked from the waist down. She was still in the exam position with her legs raised and spread. “Can you let me go?” Susan asked Mark immediately.

  “I need to check your uterus, Susan. I want to see how your reproductive system reacts when you are close to your menstrual cy
cle. Just relax. I’ll be gentle. This doesn’t take too long. Dinner is simmering. It will be ready for us when I finish my exam.” Mark pulled on another pair of blue exam gloves and opened a case to remove a speculum. Setting it on the table, he pressed a lever and the padded surface under Susan’s hips folded down so that she was supported by her back and the widely spread stirrups. He squeezed a dollop of lubricant on two fingers and applied the slippery mixture around the inner lips of her vaginal area before pressing deep to prepare her for the speculum.

  “Mark, no. I don’t need this type of exam. Don’t. It’s so embarrassing,” Susan tried to pull her legs together.

  “No, Susan. Your legs need to stay spread apart so that I can see your inner tissues.” He brought a kitchen chair in from the adjoining room and sat down between her legs. Mark rubbed along the inner folds, “You’ll feel the speculum entering your vagina, now.” He explained what he was doing as he placed the device deep in her vagina and pressed it fully open. He heard Susan groan. “It’s okay, Susan.” He took several minutes to look around Susan’s inner channel as he stroked her periodically with long applicators to check her sensitivity. He noted that her tissues were swelling in preparation for her menstrual cycle. She reacted quickly to any stimulation.

  Internal visual exam completed, Mark rubbed across Susan’s clitoris as he released the speculum and withdrew it from her body. He continued to brush that sensitive area as he again pressed two fingers into her body and stood to press on her stomach to feel for her ovaries and uterus size. Mark shushed Susan’s protests of “Please, Mark, Stop!” as he began to see her hips lift to meet the gentle brush of his fingers. He moved his hand from her stomach to press a large finger into her rectum examining the wall between the two organs.

  That was all it took. Susan cried out as his large finger thrust into her rectum. She was so full of his fingers in both channels. He pressed firmly on her clitoris and Susan was force into a massive orgasm. Lying there half dressed, she felt more naked than if she had been totally unclothed. Her legs were spread so wide that she was completely on display. She panted as she tried to recover from the orgasm.

  Mark removed his fingers and stripped off his gloves. He put the speculum in the bin to be cleaned before returning the chair to the kitchen. Lifting the collapsed section of the exam table, Mark unfastened the restraints holding Susan’s legs and the strap across her waist. He helped her sit up and quickly stripped off her suit jacket, blouse, and bra. When she was steady, he lifted her off the exam table and carried her into the kitchen. Her white robe was waiting for her and he helped her pull it on and belt it around her waist.

  As she sat down in the kitchen chair, Susan felt the gooey lubricant slide between her buttocks and in her inner and outer labia. She glanced at the chair to her right and realized that it was the one he had used to sit in during her exam. She’d never look at that chair again without blushing.

  Susan was able to eat a bowl of soup. She was still blinking her eyes struggling to stay awake. Mark helped her brush her teeth and waited while she urinated. He carried her to his room and tucked her in bed. Turning out the lights, he closed the door half way. She was asleep within minutes.

  Chapter Thirty-eight

  Mark prepared the cleaning enema that he was required to administer before Susan’s return to the Center tomorrow afternoon. It was a large quantity of warm water with double the cleanser than normal. Mark wanted the nutrient infusion to have sufficient time to be absorbed fully before he washed out any remnants.

  About eleven o’clock, Mark wheeled the enema bag on the medical stand into his room. He lowered the height of the bag so it would flow in slowly. Susan was already sleeping on her side. Mark simply needed to lift her buttock and slide the large nozzle into her rectum. He waited as she stirred in her sleep. When Susan had settled down, Mark inflated the nozzle fully in her rectum and clicked on the enema. He slid into bed next to her and Susan rolled over immediately to curl against his warm body. Mark pulled her top leg up over his stomach so the enema would have open access to her rectum. Holding her leg in place, Mark fell asleep also.

  Susan had weird dreams of waterfalls and doing dishes at home in a bubble-filled sink as a child. She, finally, woke up enough to realize that there was something in her bottom and that she was getting a very strong enema. Susan pushed at Mark’s chest. “Mark, I don’t need an enema. Can’t you stop it? It stings so much,” she wailed as he woke up.

  “You have to have this enema before your appointment tomorrow. I could stop it and refill the bag for you to take tomorrow morning before work if you’d rather,” Mark said calmly as he held Susan tight next to him. “Almost all the cleanser is in you. Would you rather repeat this tomorrow?”

  “No. I don’t want it at all,” she moped. “Really, you can’t just say that I took it? I won’t tell.”

  “Dr. Anderson will be able to tell immediately when he looks at those narrowed sections if we’ve been keeping up the cleansing regimen that your treatment plan includes. My advice would be to lay your head back down and relax your bottom to let the remainder of the enema flow inside.” Mark pulled her top leg up firmly causing the enema to spurt strongly into her.

  “Aaaaaahhh! I don’t like this. I can’t have anything left in me after all those enemas this week. Can’t we just skip this one?” Susan protested.

  “Remember your exam this evening? I pressed deep into your stomach. There is still a back-up from the narrowed intestine deep in your stomach. It’s got to come out, Susan,” Mark hugged her close. “You need this,” he said softly in her ear.

  Susan lay quietly in his arms. Just when she thought that she would burst. The enema bag gurgled with the last of the cleanser. She knew that she would have to hold it. Her body shivered with the pressure of the large enema. “I don’t know if I can hold it anymore,” She cried out agonized.

  Mark pressed her back to lay flat on the bed. He kissed her lips strongly, pressing his tongue into her mouth. Kissing his way past her plump breasts, he stopped and sucked on each nipple watching as she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. Mark lightly caressed her swollen tummy. It was too full to have his touch to be pleasurable so he skipped over her abdomen. Pressing her knees out, Mark lowered his lips to lick her dripping folds from the nozzle to her vagina.

  “Mark, you can’t kiss me there. No one’s ever done that to me. Just let me go to the bathroom, please. Mark, no! Oooohhh!” Susan moaned as his lips sealed around her clitoris and sucked. “It’s too much!” she cried.

  “You taste delicious, hon,” Mark licked his lips and dived back into his efforts to distract her. Over and over, he licked, caressed, and sucked her most private areas as she orgasmed repeatedly while crying out his name in pleasure.

  Finally, Mark raised his head and kissed her lightly on her thigh. “You did it, Susan. It’s time to expel the enema. I now have a favorite way to distract you. You’ve become my favorite midnight snack,” Mark teased with a smile as he helped her stand up.

  She waddled down the hall to the toilet and Mark pulled the flattened enema bag on its stand behind her. He released the inflation in the nozzle and it burst out of her rectum as she dropped to the toilet and the cleanser drained out of her. “This burns so bad!” Susan complained.

  “I’ll get your rinse ready, Susan,” Mark left her to go rinse the bag and refill it with a soothing mixture to counteract the cleanser. Mark put a sedative in the liquid so that Susan would sleep as it rinsed flowed into her. She needed to get some rest so she would not be tired tomorrow.

  An hour later, Mark held Susan in his arms. She had returned to his bed automatically. The rinse was flowing slowly into her intestines. When he knew she was deeply asleep, Mark closed his eyes as well.

  Chapter Thirty-nine

  The following day, when Mark woke Susan up, she had a very full tummy. She couldn’t believe that she’d slept through the entire enema. After expelling the enema, she had a quick shower and dressed before
entering the kitchen. After eating a hearty breakfast of oatmeal filled with brown sugar and plump blueberries, Susan again found herself over Mark’s knee as he placed her supplement securely in her rectum.

  Susan was able to get off work at two. She called a delighted Mark who quickly made the trip to pick her up. He drove to The Digestive Health Center and parked in the large lot. There were a lot of cars in the parking lot. The Center treated a lot of satisfied patients. They kept coming back.

  Susan hesitated on the steps as Mark pulled her by the hand up to the intercom system. “Come on, sweetheart. We want Dr. Anderson to see all the progress you have made,” Mark urged. Her white fluffy robe was draped over his arm and he held the prosthesis in its case in his free hand. It ready to see the doctors who would modify it if Susan’s narrowed intestinal segment was ready for the next stage.

  “Are you going to be with me?” Susan questioned softly. She trusted Mark. If he was with her, she’d be fine.

  “I’ll be with you some of the time. I have lots of reports to turn in for Dr. Anderson. Annie will be with you also. You will be fine. Come on, Susan,” he pulled her up the last couple steps. “My hands are full. You press the intercom.”

  Susan pressed the intercom and heard Annie’s familiar voice greeting her. Somehow, it felt like coming home. Her stomach did feel better. She didn’t like the enemas and the prosthesis was awful but she was more energetic and positive each day after her treatments. She’d met Mark and their connection was strong. She had a feeling he’d be taking care of her for a long time. The door buzzed open and Susan and Mark stepped inside.

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