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I’m imagining an unwilling participant, maybe an involuntary patient of some kind, strapped into stirrups while I inspect her bum. “What are you doing?” She asks, looking at me. “Can you tell me what treatment I’m receiving?? Why am I here?”

She feels my fingers on the cheeks of her bottom. I pull apart the flesh, seeing her tightly wound anus flex at the sensation of air. “Stop it!!! What are you doing??” I feel her arms pull against the straps binding her to the table. Her legs attempt to thrash against the stirrup’s restraints.

“I need you to relax. It will make this all easier, I promise,” I say, standing up and taking a box of suppositories off the counter. I open the box, my back turned to the patient.

“What are those?” She asks, voice quivering, attempting to sound casual. “What is that?”

I smile over my shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, I promise. Take some deep breaths for me.” I place a large suppository the size of a baby carrot on the counter just within view of the patient, then walk to the medical closet in the corner. I take out a tripod and a camera.

The patient makes a whimpering gasp. “Why are you taking that out??” She asks. “What is that for??? Answer me!!!”

I set up the camera pointing at my nude patient, who is still wiggling in her restraints as if the tough straps will fall away any second. I can’t help chuckling to myself. I hit record, and the camera’s red light flashes towards my patient. I see her face go red. “Don’t film me like this,” she whines. “What the fuck??? Please don’t film me like this!!!”

I ignore her and return to the counter. I address the camera. “This video will be an instructional demonstration on the use and effect of a bisocodyl high-strength high-dose rectal suppository,” I say.

“What?!?!” The patient almost shouts, looking at me.

I smile at them then at the camera. “I think you’re feeling pretty crabby and cranky because you have to defecate,” I say knowingly. “We’ll fix that right up.”

While the patient protests, I unwrap the large suppository and dip it into a white tub of lubricant. “Make sure to wear clean gloves as you unwrap the suppository,” I say. “The type we’re using are these large ones specifically what this patient has been experiencing,” I pat her stomach while she rambles angrily to herself, trying and failing to hide her face from the camera. I can see her squeezing her bottom tightly and pathetically, as if she will be able to stop me from pushing the suppository inside her. “Which is overly hard and large stools due to improper defecation procedures and poor diet,” I continue. “This patient’s diet consists of mostly meaty, heavy, fatty foods and sugar. Not a lot of water, either,” I smile patronizingly at the patient. “And she has a bad habit of waiting too long to go poop. I’m sure after this experience she’ll be more likely to make smarter choices.”

“Stop it!!! Let me go, I’m serious,” her teeth are gritted and she’s staring daggers at me as I touch her knee lightly, holding the lubed suppository in my other hand.

“I can’t do that,” I say calmly. “You chose to eat unhealthy food and you chose to ignore your body’s cues,” I position the suppository at her quivering bum, which remains squeezed shut in vain effort. “And now it has to come out whether you like it or not.” I hear her whimper and shake. I put my free hand on her bum and pry her cheeks open enough to see her anus. I press the suppository against the muscle. Speaking to the camera, I say, “take your lubed suppository, and push it inside, just enough to get past the pointed tip.” I push the suppository forward and see my patient’s tight anus stretch slightly to accommodate it. She groans and i hear her sniffle. Her toes clench together in the stirrups. I continue pushing, slowly. “Push it in, in, in, until your finger has reached the knuckle,” I say, my pointer finger deep in my patient’s bottom. I feel the suppository hit something hard as I reach knuckle-depth. “With your finger inside, twist the suppository around to stimulate and distribute the medicine,” I say. I move my finger around, feel the suppository melt as it bumps up against the hard object. The patient is whining wildly, muttering objections, still pulling against the restraints. “No, no, stop it, stop it,” she whines.

“Slowly remove your finger,” I say as I pull out. When my finger is removed, it’s covered in lube, and dark flecks of brown around the tip. “These suppositories are strong and it’s likely the patient will feel the urge to defecate within 5 minutes. It’s important they hold the suppository in for as long as possible for maximum effectiveness, especially in severe cases,” I give the patient a knowing look. I address the camera while angling it down to make sure it has a prime upward shot, focusing on her anal area, while also proving a clear view of her face and her expressions. “The suppository works by lubricating and stimulating her rectal passage,” I explain. “The stool is very hard and large, so a lubricated stimulated anal muscle is required to safely defecate. It will help engage her muscles so her anal exit can accommodate what’s inside. For her, this will probably feel like a cramping belly pain that gives her an almost uncontrollable urge to bear down. Often, especially with feces this heavy and dense, patients say it’s like giving birth,” I laugh softly. “Your body wants to push it out so bad, you sort of become totally robbed of dignity.”

“Oh no,” the patient mutters to herself. I stand up. I see sweat appear on her brow. Her eyes are slammed shut. “Ow. Ow, my stomach.”

“It’s been five minutes and the patient is experiencing the effects of the suppository. If we look at the patient’s anus,” I use my fingers to spread her bum, which flexes and unflexes wildly. “We can see her attempting to hold the muscle tight as her body experiences a reaction to the drug. Her body is telling her to push and she’s resisting.”

“Get me out of here right fucking now,” she whines. “I’m fucking serious, this isn’t funny, my stomach hurts.”

“Can you describe what you’re feeling physically?” I ask her calmly. She barks out a laugh, but it’s tinged with panic.

“I’m not participating in your sick experiment,” she says. “Fuck off. Let me go. Let me go to the toilet.”

“The timer says the patient will need to hold it for another 5 minutes for maximum effectiveness,” I say. “Make sure to keep an eye on the anus. We don’t want the patient to begin effortful engagement of the anal muscles until they’ve held for 10 minutes.”

I wait and watch for the next 5 minutes while my patient whines and struggles. “Notice that the female patient’s vaginal opening has self-lubricated,” I say when there’s one minute to go. I point my gloved finger towards her glistening pussy, which practically throbs along with her flexing anus. “This is common especially when patients have large firm stools in the rectum. The stimulation can activate an arousal response.” I run my gloved fingers over her bare thighs and spread her pussy open slightly. I use my other hand to press a finger against her anus. It’s red and puffy now, doming out and sucking back in every second. She groans and I hear a grunt catch in her throat.

“It’s just about time,” I say to her and to the camera.

“Please,” she whines weakly, staring glassy-eyed at the ceiling. “Please just go. Turn off the camera and just leave me please, just for 5 minutes, leave me alone.”

I smile softly and run my hand along her arm sympathetically. “The timer is up,” I say. “The patient should be more than ready to begin unloading. They might feel hesitant at first, but the suppositories are designed to create urges that cannot be resisted.”

“Please get out while I poop,” the patient begs. She’s sweating, her eyes wide open staring at me. “Please don’t watch. Please. I can’t do that. Please just let me poop in peace and I promise I’ll immediately call you back in. I can’t hold it in, please PLEASE go,” tears pool in her eyes as she pleads. I smile when I see her anus very very slowly begin to expose a dark, black mass. With every breath, her ring of muscles flickers, pulling open ever so lightly and showing something hard and dry.

“Just let go,” I say to her softly. “You’re about to poop. You aren’t going to be able to stop it. Just give it and push it out.” She shakes her head.

“Please promise you won’t loo-oooogggghhhhhhhhgk-“ in the middle of her pleading, I see her eyes redden, her jaw slacken, and a throaty grunt escapes her mouth. She cuts off her last word with a guttural noise, and I see her stomach muscles contract. She’s pushing.

“Notice her anus, now,” I say to the camera. With her first involuntary push, her ring of muscle has gone taut around a thick, pebbly log of poop. “See how that one urgent push forced her bum to open up wide for the poop. We can tell from look and from smell that this has been inside her for a while. It’s very large in diameter and dark in color.”

The patient stops pushing and her stool retreats slightly, her anus pulling back and relaxing. “When she stops pushing, the stool holds the anal muscle in place,” I say. “At this point, she’s at the point of no return, meaning the stool is exposed enough at this point that she will not be able to successfully stop the defecation process until she has made a complete evacuation. Attempts to retain the stool will result in even stronger evacuation urges.”

“I can stop it if you leave now,” she heaves, her eyes squeezed shut. “I’ll do anything, please PLEASE just turn around. Plug your ears, turn off the camera, PLEASE!!” It’s hard not to be a little amused by her futile tantrum, but I also feel pity and sympathy for her. I put my hand on her knee and look into her eyes with a gentle smile.

“Here she goes again,” I say, as I see her composure crumble all over again while the next uncontrollable contraction sweeps over her. Her cheeks redden, the muscles in her face twitch, her eyes are unfocused, and a guttural noise of effort rumbles out of her throat. Every part of her body seems engaged in the push, every muscle squeezed in the shared goal of bringing forth her unnaturally large poop. I hear a crackling as the poop juts forward towards the camera, impossibly thick. Then a thunk: the first fat cluster of rocks the size of walnuts conks onto the tile floor. Her anus remains stretched wide around her poop, and a white trail of arousal drips from her vagina to slide down the hard dry surface.

The patient gasps as she releases her push, and her anus closes slightly, pulling back the blunt end of the thick poop. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she whines. “Oh my god….oh, I can’t stop, I’m poopinggggggnnng-“ she cuts herself off with another grunt. “Fuck, it’s all gonna come out,” she breaths in and out hard, so desperate and helpless, then gasps and grunts again. “It’s coming. GGGGGGRNNNG- I can’t stop pushing,” she whines. I keep my hand on her knee and watch while the thick trunk of her stool pokes further and further into the light, stiff and firm as a log, glistening and hard, progressing then retreating with each unrestrained grunt.

“It looks like the suppository is working exactly as intended,” I say calmly to the camera. “The patient is successfully defecating. Hopefully she’ll have some relief soon. But I think she’ll still be hard at work for a little while longer.” The patient is breathing in and out hard, staring at the ceiling with frustrated tears in her eyes. I hold her knees open and look at her bottom. Her poop breaks off again, another impossibly thick dense segment thudding to the ground. Another cluster of pebbles begins to inch forward, doming out her anus. I hear a deep groan that morphs into a whiny grunt. “Good job,” I soothe her.

“It’s too b-big,” she moans. “It feels like my body is pushing on its own. It h-“ she cuts herself off again to squeeze her eyes shut and grunt. Another stool thumps out of her, released from her tight, taut anal muscle. “It hurts….”

She squeezes out some smoother logs, though they are still very thick and require constant effort to evacuate them. Her inhibitions have been fully cast aside now — she contorts her face and clenches her fists while she works out two week’s worth of poop, grunting loud, whining like an animal, her anus reddened from being stretched so tightly.

“We can see her stools are becoming more uniform and smooth as she defecates; this means she’s hopefully close to empty,” I say while the patient is mid-push, watery eyes fixed forward blankly at the camera. “This has been hard work, hasn’t it?”

She lets out a huff of breath and nods, cheeks red and forehead glistening. “I’m almost done,” she says. “I can feel there’s more but it’s almost done…here it comes…PUSH….” She takes a massive deep breath and grunts low and long. She tilts her head forward to watch with me as one more thick shiny log is forced out of her bottom, crackling as it goes. It thunks onto the floor, and her bum is finally empty. Her anus flexes around nothing, the instinct to push still gripping her muscles. “Oh my god, I didn’t think I would survive that,” she sighs. “Ow, my bum is still trying to push!”

I giggle. “That’s common with suppositories as well,” I say to the camera. “Cramping and contractions should cease within an hour. If your patient struggles with constipation or bowel control it may be wise for them to wear a diaper for 24 hours after treatment, since their usual bowel functions may be impaired.” I look at her. “Do you think you’ll want a diaper?”

She has an uncomfortable look on her face and I can tell she’s still feeling the urge to poop. I smile. I turn off the camera and help her into a diaper. “Just in case there’s more in there. Or for peace of mind, at least.”

We look at her massive evacuation on the floor. “I can’t believe that was inside me,” she mutters as she pulls her pants on.