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by Pepper North


  “Yep!” he replied simply. “And we get to have fast food now. It’s a win win situation.”

  Susan began laughing as the enema continued to burst from her intestines. Mark joined her just seconds later.

  Chapter Thirty-one

  That night after a late dinner of indulgence in fast food, Mark led Susan into the treatment room for the insertion of the prosthesis. She dragged her feet reluctantly after several attempts to delay the inevitable by volunteering to clean the kitchen, watch some sports on TV, and get complete some work she’d brought home.

  “Come on, Susan. I can tell already that you are making progress. Dr. Anderson will be able to give us a progress update this weekend but it’s very obvious to me that especially your narrowed section just inside the inner sphincter is responding to treatment. I can feel it with my fingers. The prosthesis is helping. Climb up on the table and let’s check your temperature before we put the prosthesis in,” he helped her out of her robe and up on the table. “Lie down flat on your stomach, Susan. Let’s widen your legs a little,” Mark moved her legs apart to help her buttocks part naturally. “Here’s a little lubricant.” He pressed his fingers into her rectum spreading lubricant around liberally before pressing the large thermometer into her bottom. Mark cleaned his hands and watched her squirm on the table as she waited for the thermometer to register.

  When it was almost time for the thermometer to be removed, Mark said to Susan, “It’s almost time. I’ll be back in just a minute.” He walked down the hall and started the warm water flowing into the bathtub. Mark returned to the treatment room and checked her temperature before helping her up in position for the prosthesis to be easily inserted. He took time to restrain her shoulders to the table and her legs bent and widely spread to raise her bottom up. “Your temperature is a little high, Susan. I’m going to give you a boost of vitamins just in case you are starting to come down with something.” Mark quickly filled an injector, inserted it deeply into Susan’s rectum to fill her with the medicine.

  “Don’t they make those injectors in a smaller size?” Susan groused after being stretched by the two-inch device.

  Mark just patted her fondly on the bottom and lubricated the prosthesis out of her sight. She hadn’t seen this device and he knew it was best that she did not. Patients tended to tense more if they thought the device entering them was too large. He pressed the prosthesis into place as Susan shifted unhappily in her restraints and complained at each inch. “Just relax, Susan. You’re doing a great job. It’s almost there.” Finally, Mark popped the prosthesis into place. I want you to stay in this position for a few minutes to allow the prosthesis to set into place. You’ll feel better when you move.” Mark set the timer on his watch to signal him when he should remove the prosthesis. He left the room and checked on the level of the tub. He turned off the water and added a soothing oil that would ease tight muscles before returning to the exam room.

  “Okay, Susan. I have a treat set up for you.” He released the restraints and shifted her over on to her back.

  Susan moaned and complained as the prosthesis shifted in her bottom. “Mark, it’s awful. Take it out.” She tried to reach behind her to grab the prosthesis.

  “None of that young lady,” Mark said sternly and before Susan knew it, he had fastened her hands together in front of her with a thick band. “That prosthesis is staying in place for the required time.” He picked her up and carried her down the hall as she complained. “Look, I’ve drawn a bath for you. The warm water will help you adjust to the device in your rectum.” He gently placed her in the tub and stretched her out so that she was laying back. “Don’t sit up. You’ll put your weight on the prosthesis.”

  Susan immediately tried to sit up and fell back with a yelp. “That really hurt.”

  “Yep!” came Mark’s trademark agreement. He picked up the soap and a washcloth and started washing Susan’s face.

  “I can wash myself,” Susan insisted as she flushed with embarrassment as Mark moved to wash her shoulders. Her breasts bounced on the surface of the water. They were next in the cleaning path.

  “No, Susan. You can’t be trusted to not pull out the prosthesis. It has to stay in you and your hands now have to be restrained. You can’t wash yourself. I’m glad to help. Just relax in the warm water. Do you feel your muscles releasing?” He asked.

  “No, not at all. I want to get out,” Susan demanded grumpily.

  “Here, let me help.” Mark separated her legs and pulled apart her buttocks to let the warm water flow freely around her anus. “That will help.” Mark nodded as Susan continued to complain and ask to get out. He rubbed the soap thoroughly across her breasts and washed them with the washcloth. Finishing with her breasts clenched in arousal, Mark moved on to her stomach and rolled her slightly away to wash her back and between her buttocks. He cleaned between each of her toes and washed her legs and thighs. Finally, he reached the apex of her outspread thighs.

  Susan had stopped complaining about her bath and was beginning to move into his washing strokes. Her eyes drifted closed as she enjoyed the rub of the washcloth on her skin. She moaned deeply as he soaped and then brushed her vaginal lips with the washcloth. When he dropped the washcloth into the water and began to dip his fingers into her aroused folds, Susan asked softly, “Please, Mark.”

  “You’re going to get cold in there, Susan. Let’s get you out and dried off,” Mark pulled his fingers from her vagina.

  Susan’s eyes flashed open and she began to protest before realizing what she was doing. She closed her mouth with a snap and looked resentfully at Mark. She stood silent when he lifted her out of the bath and dried her carefully. Susan started to walk toward her room but stopped immediately with a sharp “Aaaahh! That hurts!” as the prosthesis reminded her of its presence deep within her body.

  Mark picked her up and carried her into his room. He ignored her protests that she was going to sleep in her own bed and he tucked her into his covers. Mark left her to shower quickly knowing that the prosthesis would prevent her from escaping to her own bedroom. Once in the shower, Mark pulled strongly on his erection. His body was beginning to react strongly to Susan. He knew his sleep pants would not hide his erect penis from Susan. He replayed her bath in his memory and the feel of her skin under his fingers. It didn’t take much stimulation for him to orgasm strongly. Toweling off, he rejoined her and climbed into bed to shift her over onto his chest.

  Chapter Thirty-two

  “I can’t sleep in here again, Mark. It’s not appropriate.” Susan protested pressing her tethered hands against his chest. “And let me go,” she demanded. Her movements caused another moan as the prosthesis didn’t shift as she squirmed.

  “Susan, you’re fighting the prosthesis. You have a long time before it comes out,” he shifted her top leg up on his hip and he reached between her thighs to brush her quickly moistening folds. “Let me help you relax, Susan. Don’t think about what’s proper. It’s just me here. I’m here only to help you heal. Your body needs the prosthesis. Your mind needs the relief of an orgasm so you can sleep. Just feel.”

  His arm held her thigh in place. Her hands were fastened before her and while she could press against his chest, he was too much larger than her. She couldn’t move him. Mark began to thrust two fingers deeply into her vagina. Susan moaned deeply. He moved his fingers in and out as he caressed her clitoris on the in and out strokes. When Susan arched her back, Mark leaned forward and began to lick and suck on those pink nipples that had beaded tightly in arousal. Susan moved her thigh higher voluntarily as she arched further toward Mark. She stopped abruptly as her leg pressed against his renewed erection. “Mark?” she said questioning.

  “You’re a very beautiful woman, Susan. I’m a healthy male. I’m enjoying your body as I help you adjust to your treatment,” Mark said softly.

  “You’re huge,” Susan blurted astounded as the size of the penis she was pressing against.

  “Just ignore it, Susan. Concentr
ate on how you feel,” Mark reminded her as he again lowered his head to pull strongly on her nipples trying to pull the sensitive breast tissue deep into his warm mouth.

  “Ooooohhh!” Susan’s body clenched in reaction and jumped into a strong orgasm. Her eyes began to close as Mark kissed her nipples one more time as he leaned back. He pulled her relaxed body to rest against his chest. The deep enema, the bath, the orgasm, the warmth of his chest against her breasts, all combined to lull her to sleep in his arms.

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Two hours later, Mark scooted cautiously out of bed trying to avoid waking Susan. He uncovered her lower half and bent her legs up further to put her in the easiest position to remove the prosthesis. Susan shifted restlessly as he pulled it steadily out of her rectum. She quickly quieted down when he covered her up and left the room to store the prosthesis in the cleaning bin to be taken care of tomorrow. He returned quietly to slide into bed next to her. Mark smiled as Susan cuddled back on to his chest with a contented sigh. A home health care nurse could get used to this.

  Chapter Thirty-four

  The next morning, Mark let Susan sleep while he began breakfast and putting her lunch together. He looked up to see her standing wrapped in the white robe yawning sleepily. “Hi, Susan. You slept well last night. Are you ready for some coffee,” Mark said as he approached her. He wrapped an arm around her and helped the drowsy, Susan to her seat. Dropping a kiss on her head, Max poured her a cup of coffee and brought it to her.

  “You kissed me,” she said with a slight smile.

  “I did. I figured we knew each other that well,” Max answered lightly. He was not sure how she was going to react this morning to their growing relationship. It was definitely out of the boundaries of his normal interactions with patients.

  “Is it always like this for you?” she asked avoided his eyes.

  “No,” he answered simply. “Never.”

  “Good,” she answered looking at him with a bright smile.

  “Drink your coffee, sweetheart. I’m going to scramble you some of my famous eggs,” Mark announced proudly.

  “Really? Why are they famous? What’s in them,” Susan asked curiously.

  “If I tell you then we’ll both have famous scrambled eggs and you won’t need me around anymore, Susan. You’ll just have to see if you can guess,” Mark replied with a wink. “Go get dressed, Ms. Nosy. I’ll call you when it’s safe to come back.

  Susan walked to the door glancing back to see Mark dancing around the kitchen as he whistled a happy tune. “He is really the most unique person that I’ve ever met,” she thought to herself as she walked down the hallway.

  Fifteen minutes later, she hopped down the hall trying to fit her pumps on her feet as she heard Mark call “Breakfast’s ready, Susan.” She hurried to her chair and stopped to see a large prescription container filled with red pills three inches long and a good inch and a half wide. Susan’s name was printed clearly on the label. A tube of lubricant stood next to the bottle.

  “These are for me, Mark?” she asked with wide eyes. When he nodded, she continued, “I can’t swallow one of those.” She looked at him and he nodded again raising one eyebrow at her. “Oh, no. You are going to put those in my ass,” Susan began backing away.

  “After you eat, Susan. Sit down and try my famous scrambled eggs. They aren’t as famous if the get cold,” Mark pulled out her chair and helped her in it.

  Susan picked up a forkful of eggs. “They really are good,” she complimented Mark but her attention was captured by the pills. They ate in silence for a while until she asked, “What are they?”

  “Your supplements. We picked them up last night. Dr. Anderson has prescribed them based on your lab results from your stay at the Center. You need were low on several important vitamins and minerals. You’ll get one each morning from now on. Dr. Anderson will recheck your blood work at your monthly check up. I think you will find they make a difference in how you feel,” Mark said confidently.

  “I really don’t want that in my bottom, Mark. Can we skip it today and start tomorrow,” she asked with a whine in her voice.

  “No, Susan. You’ll start your vitamin today.” He set down his napkin and looked seriously at her. “Are you finished with your breakfast?”

  Susan nodded slowly. Her appetite had evaporated.

  “Do you want to go in the treatment room or can you come and lay over my knee, Susan,” Mark asked softly.

  Susan stood and walked over to his chair. He scooted back to make room for her lay over his lap. Mark slowly pulled up her skirt and pulled down her pink flowered panties. He extended a long arm and picked up the supplements and the lubricant. Mark pulled her over his lap and lifted one leg over his knee to spread her legs out. She heard the lubricant squirt onto two of his fingers and then the slippery goo was pressed firmly into her rectum. Mark held his fingers inside her tight passageway scissoring his fingers open and closed to widen her clinched opening.

  “Relax, sweetheart. This won’t hurt at all,” he promised.

  “I’m trying,” she whispered.

  “I know, hon. It’s okay,” he continued his moments until she was able to release her tensed muscles. Immediately, he pressed the large suppository deep inside of her. “Good girl, Susan. I’ll just hold it here for a couple of minutes so we won’t have to put in a plug to keep it in your bottom.” He felt her start and the thought of a plug before laying quietly over his lap. She’d be glad to have his fingers pressed in her rectum to keep from wearing an anal plug. Three minutes later, the suppository was well on its way to dissolving. She would not be tempted to push it out. Mark helped her stand up. He stood and went to wash his hands before returning to her side.

  He smiled that she had waited with her skirt raised and her panties around her ankles. Susan was getting used to him taking care of her. He quickly redressed her and turned her toward the hall. “Go brush those white teeth, Susan. Take a second and put a panty liner on those cute, pink-flowered panties. The supplement will probably leak out slightly.” He watched her flush vividly as she scurried down the hall.

  Mark shook his head with a smile. She blushed when he complimented her panties but didn’t when his fingers were in her bottom. Each day, he learned more about her. Each day, he wanted to learn more.

  Chapter Thirty-five

  On the way to her office, Mark said, “It’s Thursday. Remember, you go back to The Digestive Health Center tomorrow after work on Friday. If you can get off a little earlier than normal, that would help you get settled in before your evening treatment starts. I want you to have time to eat some dinner. From your chart, I think you missed dinner last Friday,” Mark commented.

  “I should be able to get off a little early. I’ll eat at my desk today and tomorrow to accumulate a couple of hours to leave early. My boss is fine with me leaving early as long as I can account for my hours,” Susan replied thoughtfully.

  “I don’t like the thought of you eating at your desk, Susan. Lunch and nutrition are important for you. Promise me that you’ll eat,” Mark said glancing over to make eye contact so she knew he was serious.

  Susan rolled her eyes at him. “I promise, Mom.” She laughed harder when he stuck his tongue out at her. “I will, I will, Mark.”

  Her day fled past. Before she knew it, it was two o’clock and she’d been too busy to stop and eat her lunch. Susan hurried into the break room to pick up her sack lunch that Mark had prepared. Her lunches much more delicious since he’d started making them. She was hungry and eager to see what Mark had created for her. Opening the refrigerator door, she didn’t see the brown bag labeled carefully with her name on the shelf where she had left it. She quickly checked everywhere in the fridge. It was gone.

  “Great! Someone stole her lunch,” Susan was exasperated. It was too late to go to the cafeteria. It closed at 1:30. Ordinarily, she’s just raid her chocolate supply but that wouldn’t work now. Mark would know in a flash that she hadn’t eaten. She walke
d back to her office and decided to call him.

  “Good afternoon, Susan. Surely, you’re not done working now? If so, I’m on my way,” Mark answered with his normal positivity. She could picture his grin.

  “No. I’m sorry to bother you. I didn’t know what to do. I got delayed eating lunch and just went to get it out of the refrigerator in the employee’s lounge.” She hesitated for several seconds.

  “And . . . you don’t like it? You called to compliment me on my awesome culinary skills?” Mark suggested.

  “Someone stole my lunch,” Susan blurted out. “I didn’t know what to do. I know it’s important for me to eat. Tell me what I should do.”

  “Susan, I’m on my way with some lunch. I’m not far away. I haven’t eaten either. Can I eat with you?” Mark asked. She could hear the bustle of background noise.

  Sighing softly, Susan said, “I’d love to have company for lunch. I have some free time until my next meeting. Just come in the building and give them my name. They’ll let you up. I’m on the third floor. My office is close to the elevators. Just give me a call and I’ll meet you there,” Susan said gratefully.

  “I’ll see you soon. Hey, Susan,” Mark added.

  “What?” Susan asked hesitantly.

  “It was a good lunch. I would have stolen it too. See you soon, hon.” Mark hung up the phone.

  Susan just grinned at the cell phone in her hand. He was something else.

  Chapter Thirty-six

  Mark rang her just as he was getting off the elevators. By the time, Susan had reached him, there was a gaggle of ladies around him offering to him. He saw Susan and waved. The crowd parted reluctantly and Susan led tall, muscular man through the group of instant admirers. Susan was happy to feel his hand on her back as they walked to her office. He was identifying himself as connected to her personally. She’d have lots of questions to answer later.

 

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