Medical Flush01 - {ShellyR} (Mf medical stretch)

Author: ShellyR

Title: Feeling Flushed

Summary: Katie's visit to the doctor turned out to be
more painful than she thought, and she was stretched to her limit

Keywords: Mf, medical, stretch



Title - Feeling Flushed




Part 1 - Depth Test -
Katie has been hurting when she pees, so Mom took her to the Doctor for a
check-up, to see if it was cystitis, and get some medicine for her daughter.
Katie had to take her skirt and panties off while he felt her tummy, pressing
his fingers in hard just above her bare pubic mound, then tracing two lines
upward to the sides of her ribcage. Moving lower, he squeezed her mons,
then the sides of her lips to make her cleft pout even more, working down
between her legs, all the time asking if it hurt anywhere. She told the doctor
that her tummy hurt at the bottom when he pressed it hard and the top of her
girl cleft when he squeezed it, but not further down.

After the exam he had Katie lay on the table with her knees up, spread her
lips wide open, and took a close look at the damp softness of her exposed
flesh. He gently touched and squeezed every inch, pulled her small clit hood
forward over the button, and then back to expose a growing shaft. He ran a
fingertip over her urethral hole, traced the small inner petals, right down to
the vaginal entrance, noting that it was bubbling with girl juice. He smiled at
his patient's embarrassed look as he pointed out that she was becoming very
wet down there, and the massive increase in the red flush that now
disappeared under her tee shirt was just as he expected.

Explaining that he needed a sample, but it would have to be taken from
inside her bladder, it was necessary that he stretched her pee hole really
wide, and then sucked all her water out with a syringe on a long tube so he
could test it. Katie's eyes went wide as he showed her the shiny steel rod he
was going to use to stretch her little pee hole, and even though he promised
to lubricate it, she still wasn't any easier about this. The doctor used a tiny
syringe to squirt a cold gel around the tiny entrance and into the tube itself,
then brought the rounded end of the steel rod up to the top of her slit.

"Keep still Katie," the doctor said,"while I push this first rod right inside you,"
as he worked the end around her entrance, pressing it just into the hole,
taking it out, then forcing it in again, but deeper each time.

"Please don't push that into my pee hole," wailed the poor girl, "it hurts too
much, and it's going to get stuck."

Leaning forward to whisper in Katie's ear, the man said, "I'm a doctor, I know
what I'm doing and just how much a girl's delicate parts will stretch. From
your examination I also know that this isn't the first thing that has been in
here, but I don't expect anyone else knows about that, do they. Now be a
good girl, or we will go right to the really big rods, and forget the gel in
between."

As the shiny rod slid deeper into her body, stretching the full length of her
tube rather than just the entrance, Katie complained again, "No, it won't fit in
there. Please, it will rip me to pieces." This was one of Katie's fears whenever
she played with her `holes', that she'd either hurt herself, or get something
stuck up there and not be able to get it out. But the thrill of doing something
so very naughty was irresistible, and she had gathered quite a collection of
slender toys to use, most of them everyday items, and she knew where each
one was kept should she need it. She even had a dolly's sweeping brush
handle as big as the horrid thing the doctor was pushing in her now, but it
was only to use on  her bottom hole, and even then it hurt at first, so she
would never put that into her pee hole.

Not only had the doctor pushed the huge metal pole inside her tiniest place,
but he'd twirled it round as if stirring his tea, then said, "Of course this rod will
fit, it's the smallest one. Silly girl, there are four more to stretch you much
wider yet, and I know quite well how big a girl can be made to grow."

It really hurt Katie having all those rods pushed inside her delicate tube, each
one bigger than the last, stretching her entrance painfully at first, then forced
slowly a bit further in. The smooth shaft was twisted round and pulled back
out completely, only to be inserted again to the same depth several times
before it was once more pressed even deeper inside her. When at last it was
all the way into her bladder the doctor worked it in and out for several
minutes at a time, sometimes slowly, sometimes thrusting it swiftly to full
depth, making Katie squeal. It was agonising, but she was a very brave girl
and she didn't move, even when the last really large one went deep into her
body.

"Good girl," the doctor comforted her, "now it has to go right up inside your
tummy," as he slid the steel rod across the urine filled bladder till he felt the
resistance of the opposite wall.

"Please take it out." Katie moaned in anguish, "It hurts so much. Arrragh!!"

The doctor had pressed the probe hard, knowing that at this diameter, and
with a rounded end, there was no danger of puncturing the bladder, but as
he kept up the pressure the rod was forced even deeper. It was now
stretching Katie's bladder upwards, elongating the structure and pushing her
little womb back out of the way as it rose higher into her tummy.

"Uggghh.." Katie grunted as he moved the solid shaft to one side, finding her
ureter, and forcing that narrow passageway to begin stretching wider as he'd
done with the girl's urethral tube. He had no intention of opening Katie's
small ureter tubes, but he played with pressing the large metal sound into the
first few millimetres of each side, going from one to the other as his young
patient moaned and whimpered on the exam table.

When he decided the poor girl had been tormented enough for one day, he
withdrew the metal shaft, then replaced it with a large bore rubber tube that
was attached to a 100ml syringe. Positioning the open end in her bladder, he
pulled back on the plunger, sucking the warm urine out of her, then withdrew
the tube completely, squirting the fluid into a container.

Running the standard protocols on several samples he took from the large
bottle, it took quite a few minutes for the results to be correlated, during which
time the doctor lectured Katie on maintaining proper hygiene. He carefully
pointed out the areas to watch, rubbing his fingers round her bottom, the
entrance to her vagina, and of course her pee hole, before working his way
up to her throbbing little clitoris.

The test showed she had an infection which the doctor would have to treat,
so Katie had to came back every day for a whole week so that he could flush
her bladder to clean it, then back fill it with disinfectants and antibiotics. That
most likely would clear things up, depending on how she reacted to the
treatment, but he might have to move on to more intense methods if needed.



Part 2 - The Flush -
Katie had seen the doctor every day this week to try and cure the infection
she had in her bladder, and although her Mom had been with her for the
initial exam, Katie had come for the treatments on her own. Her Mom had to
work to support them, and the doctor didn't have any appointments Mom
could get time off for, so she told Katie she was a big girl now, old enough to
visit the doctor without her Mom.

Because she was still in high school this meant she had to ask for
permission from her home room tutor, who read her Mom's note then took
her down to the school nurse to be checked out. Katie had to lift her skirt in
front of them both, exposing her regulation white panties, then stand still
while the nurse pulled them down to inspect her pussy. Although she wasn't
ill very often, Katie enjoyed visiting the school nurse because she was very
pretty, and took every opportunity to get the girls undressed so she could
touch their young bodies. After running her fingers over Katie's pubic hair,
and along her slit, the nurse slipped the panties off completely, telling the girl
to place one foot on the desk, then eased her pussy lips wide open so they
could see inside. After a thorough exam, and extensive fondling, the nurse
agreed that the redness around the top of her cleft warranted a visit to the
doctor, and signed her form.

During her exam it really hurt when the doctor pushed a set of five steel rods
in her peehole, each one bigger till they reached 10mm and stretched her
wide enough for the big rubber tube he'd used to take a urine sample. Katie
was glad when that part was over and she wouldn't have to suffer those
horrid rods again, but she was soon disappointed. After she had undressed
for her first treatment, completely this time, not just her skirt and panties, she
climbed onto the examination table, lifting her legs up and over till her feet
were beside her head like she'd done for her last visit. She was surprised
when the doctor slipped a rope over each ankle, tying them to the table as he
explained that  he didn't want her to fall off while he was treating her, then
tying her wrists as well.

The doctor spread her little upturned slit wide apart with his fingers, telling
her there was just a slight pinkness around her hole, then stroked it while
asking if it was sore. Katie admitted it was a tiny bit tender on the outside, but
still hurt right in her tummy, and when her pee came out, then the doctor
patted the top of her slit and said he would fix that for her over the next few
days. When he brought out the shiny rods again, Katie said she'd already
been stretched so he wouldn't need to use them again, not wanting to go
through that agony any more. The doctor told her it was called a "sound", and
this was the smallest one, so if she was right it should just slide all the way in
without any problem, and placing the tip against her urethral entrance he
pushed it slowly inside. After the first few millimetres of the tapered end, it
widened out and Katie began to cry, begging him to take it out, but the doctor
said it would be no problem for her, and kept pushing till the whole length
was inside, and she could feel it press the far side of her bladder.

Without waiting for his young patient to settle down, the doctor moved the
sound in and out several inches, almost half way out of her urethra, and
said, "You see Katie, young girls are very flexible, and stretch so easily, even
tiny holes like this can open this big." He showed her a steel rod nearly twice
the size of the largest she had inside her the day before, and she begged
him not to put that inside her or she'd die. "Don't worry," he comforted her,
"that's for somewhere other than you pee hole, but we still have to get this
little thing stretched out again I'm afraid. You see, little one, even though girls
open up quite easily, they're also very good at shrinking back to their original
size, which is what you've done, so now I need to force all those sounds
down your tiny tube once more, so we can get that rubber hose deep inside
your tummy."

The first sound was pulled out of her, making her squeak, then it was
pushed painfully all the way back inside again, moved in and out several
times, then once more pulled all the way out. The doctor repeated this again
and again, with Katie crying and moaning at each awful push, till there was
hardly any resistance, then he moved on to an even bigger sound, and
started pushing it in once more. Finally all five sounds had been used, and
Katie's poor little peehole had been enlarged to the doctor's satisfaction, with
the 10mm sound still sticking out of her young pussy. He also used another
set of larger rods on her bottom, and on her cunny, working them deep into
her body, stretching those holes as well, then leaving both sounds inside,
with the ends sticking up in the air.

Now that she was fully prepared it was time to start the flushing, so the doctor
began to work a large rubber hose down her pee hole, widening her even
further till it was all the way inside her bladder.

Katie was moaning at this new intrusion, "Please don't push it so far inside. It
hurts too much stretching me like that, I'm going to be ripped open. The tube
is too big for me, please take it out. Please."

The doctor dropped the other end of the tube into a bowl of water, the
bubbles gurgled out as he worked them down the tube, removing all the air
so that it was filled with just the fluid. Gently, he squeezed the large bulb on
the tube, pumping hot water directly into Katie's bladder, making her squeal
as the heat burned her delicate lining, but he shushed her, saying it had to
be hot to clean properly. Next he squeezed the bulb really hard, forcing a
powerful jet into the small cavity, enlarging it as well as heating it up, then
another, and tow more.

"Aarrrgh.. Stop, stop," Katie cried out, " it's blowing up my tummy like a huge
balloon." There was definitely a slight bump showing now. "Oohh... it stings
so bad. Please no...  No more."

However, the doctor kept pumping, sometimes gently, others with a powerful
squeeze that made the hot water slosh and squirt through the tubing, adding
more heat to her tender bladder wall, and increasing the pressure. The doctor
pumped lots of water into her till she swelled up noticeably, then made her
hold it inside for ten minutes, moaning from the pain of being distended
such a great amount. When he felt the tension slacken on her bulging
tummy, he gave another pump to fill it up till her allotted time was over, then
released the valves and drained it all out.

When she was empty, he then pumped her full again five more times, three
of them with hotter water each time, then a cool one which was nice to start
with, but he pumped a lot more fluid in till Katie thought that she would go
pop like a balloon. After a few minutes it began to sting, then burn really bad,
like she was on fire, and as she cried pitifully the doctor told her that he had
added some bleach to this one to start cleaning her out thoroughly. That ten
minute session seemed like hours till he finally drained her off, yet it still
stung all her delicate tissues, even when she was empty. The final flush was
freezing cold, she could hear ice cubes clinking round the bowl as he forced
the whole bowl full inside her, then made her hold it in for ages and ages,
really cramping her tummy bad.

When she was released from the examination table, her tummy ached so
bad, and her stretched pee hole hurt like it was on fire. The doctor got a small
pot of cream, made her part her legs, and rubbed it gently into her slit, round
the entrance to her urethra, and the entrance to her vagina, and even round
her little bottom hole. He took another dab of cream and rubbed it into the top
of her slit, round the button of her clit, which had annoyingly remained
swollen throughout the entire procedure. The doctor's touch was giving her
that nice tingle as he rubbed the soothing cream firmly into her clit, and also
worked it under the hood that shielded it.

He handed her the little pot, telling her to put it all over her vulva, and her
bottom, like he'd just shown her, about ten minutes before she got into bed.
He also told Katie that she needed to get some air between her legs to help it
all heal, so she had better leave her nightie or pyjamas off altogether and try
to sleep with her feet apart, wide apart, with her ankles at the edge of her bed.
If she did all that properly he would be able to see a great improvement on
her next visit, but he'd be annoyed with her if she didn't, and he'd easily be
able to tell what she had been doing.

Taking a bottle of liquid, the doctor handed that to Katie, telling her to take it
three times a day to help kill the bacteria that were growing inside her
bladder, and to make sure she drank lots of water. Turning her round, he
slapped her bottom, telling her to get dressed, and he'd see her tomorrow
morning, then sat and watched as she put her clothes back on, smiling at his
thoughts about how she would react to her medicines.

The cream was a special time release mix of various ingredients that a friend
of his had developed, and marketed with a very select group of doctors.
Initially the white cream was just a carrier to help coat the treated area with
the active ingredients, and to transmit the patient's body heat to tiny capsules
that were suspended in it. These consisted of a core, of either an irritant, or a
soothing neogyn, encased in a neutral layer that dissolved under the effects
of both moisture and heat together. The dose that had been applied to Katie
just now would activate in the next ten minutes to release the neogyn and
soothe all the irritation from the stretching, but it would wear off after 30
minutes. At that time, the protective coating on the next phase would activate,
exposing the irritant cores to the tender lining of her young slit, especially
beneath the hood of her clitoris. This part wasn't designed to be painful, but
would cause a maddening itch that just demanded to be scratched in order to
gain relief. The full activity cycle was 4 hours, so Katie would be alternately
soothed and then irritated a total of four times, which should last through the
rest of her school day, proving most distracting in class.

The liquid medicine altered the ph control balance in her kidneys, increasing
the production of acidic compounds, while re-absorbing nearly all of the
alkaline elements back into her bloodstream. The overall effect would create
urine that burned the girl's delicate  bladder lining, particularly where it had
been damaged by the bleach flush he'd given her. The burning sensation in
her lower tummy could be relieved slightly if she drank high quantities of
water, as she'd been instructed, but this would increase her need to visit the
restroom. A secondary stage would be experienced at this point, resulting
from the large sounds that had stretched her urethra and inflicted multiple
tiny tears in the inside layer of her tube. When the high strength urine
passed over these wounds it would feel like peeing liquid fire down the full
length, from her bladder to her girl cleft, and she wouldn't be able to stop the
flow. No matter how uncomfortable it was, Katie would have to endure till her
bladder became completely empty, because the metal sound had also
stretched the sphincter muscle at her bladder exit, weakening it, so that it
wouldn't close very easily.


The next two visits were even more painful for Katie, due the doctor using a
slightly larger final sound each time, unknown to her, and he'd also
managed to work the rod in her pussy through her cervix. He'd changed the
initial flush liquid to be ice cold water for the first four, then a really hot one
that felt much worse because of the heat difference, and a cleaning flush
that was a mix of irritants instead of the bleach.

The following day her flushes had been changed to alternate hot and cold to
start with, then another bleach solution, pumped in till her bladder felt like it
would burst under the pressure, as well as the constant burning.

"Be a good girl Katie," the doctor encouraged her, "we have to flush you out
properly so you can get better. I know it hurts, but the bleach will kill all those
germs inside your bladder. We can scrape it all out tomorrow and then you
will be fine."

The doctor continued to squeeze the bulb, pumping even more of the bleach
solution into his patient, and he could hear it spurt and gush through the
wide rubber tube, a really prominent bulge showing on Katie's tummy.

"That's stretching you really well now darling, just a few more pumps till the
bowl is empty, then you can hold it for 30 minutes this time, before we fill you
again for the last flush."

Placing his hand on the girl's straining tummy, he gave another hard
squeeze on the bulb, and he could feel, as well as hear, the creak as her
tender insides expanded to greater levels of capacity, and pain. After the
allotted time, Katie was drained, flushed again with hot water to neutralise
the bleach, then finally emptied for the last time that day. The doctor removed
the tube from her bladder, and the large sounds from her pussy and her
bottom, then applied a further dose of ointment to her girl cleft as he held it
open. Delivering a slap to her rump again, he ordered her to get dressed and
return to school, reminding the girl make sure she applied the cream again at
bedtime, and to leave her nightie off as well.


Friday was the final day of Katie's treatment, she was really looking forward
to it all being over, and being able to get some relief from all of the terrible
pains she'd been having this last week. Despite having done this every day,
she's still embarrassed to have the doctor watch her get undressed, then
stand in front of him while he examines her naked body. As usual, when he
feels her slit at the top, round her clit and pee hole, Katie becomes aroused
despite the discomfort, and the doctor comments on how wet she is when his
slim finger delves into her vagina. After a few more questions, and a prod
round her soft tummy, Katie is ordered to get in position on the table, up on
her shoulders, feet tied down beside her head, with the whole of her vulva
displayed.

Butterflies stir inside her as the doctor lays out all his metal sound rods
where Katie can see them, especially how much bigger they seem than
before, even though there isn't that much difference, they are still 2mm more
in diameter. Saying he has to hurry this morning, the doctor lubricates the
first sound, rests it against the entrance to the girl's urethra, then pushes it
straight in, 1 2 3 4 5, and it's fully inserted. Katie can't get her breath for
several seconds, then she wails and cries at being stretched so quickly, but
the doctor ignores her timid complaints, and pulls the sound all the way out,
just as quickly. The anal and vaginal sounds are forced in using the same no
nonsense method, then the rest of each five piece set till she is fully
expanded, leaving the poor young girl trembling in shock.

Continuing at the same fast pace, the doctor inserts the tube into her bladder,
pumps the bulb really hard each time, sending powerful jets of hot water into
her already tender bladder. Not only is the flush several degrees hotter than
before, but there is quite a bit more volume, which inflates Katie till she
almost bursts, or so it feels to her. She doesn't have to hold the water for as
long this time, but the doctor presses her swollen tummy so much harder,
and digs his fingers in more fiercely until she cries out.

Before he does the cleaning flush, the doctor shows Katie what he is going
to use to scrape the inner lining of her bladder clean with. It's a long flexible
rod, covered in a rubber sleeve that has bumps and spikes all along the
length of it. He demonstrates how it's inflatable, using a syringe to pump
glycerine into multiple nozzles, causing several areas to grow as big as
marbles, making the spikes stick further out. After pumping half of the
cleaning liquid into her, with antiseptic instead of bleach this time though,
the flexible cable is inserted with only a little difficulty, and minor scrapes
from the bumps going down her pee hole.

Holding a collar near the protruding end, the doctor turns it, and Katie can
feel the business end bending up at an angle inside her tummy, and then
going a different way as the doctor twists the collar several more times.
Explaining to his patient how the rod was now in an S shape inside her, so
that it would clean her more thoroughly, he turned the cranked handle, and
Katie grunted in pain as her bladder was screwed up like a dish rag. Settling
down a little bit as it continued to turn, and not quite so agonising now, the
device squirmed and twisted about to scrape the delicate lining inside the
young girl's bladder. Stopping after a few minutes, the doctor injected
glycerine into the nozzles, as he'd done in the earlier demonstration,
inflating several rounded areas, which also stiffened the rubber spikes,
making them less able to fold back as they rubbed across the bladder wall.

When the doctor turned the crank handle again, it was a lot more severe as it
scraped off the tissue that had been killed by the previous bleach flushes,
the firmer spikes tearing pieces loose, and gouging deep grooves into the
lining. Katie was trying her best not to scream, holding it down to just a
whimper, but the doctor kept pumping more fluid in, to keep her bladder walls
stretched taught so they could be properly cleaned. If it wasn't for the ropes
holding her down, she would have been thrashing about all over the place,
but she was pinned in place, helpless to resist as the rotating spiked tool
reached every corner of her aching bladder, with just a tremor running
through her body.

After a torturous fifteen minutes the cleaning rod was removed and Katie
was given two large, hot flushes, the water finally running pink, but leaving
her feeling as if a hedgehog had curled up in her tummy. The two sounds
deep in her pussy and bottom were removed, the ropes were untied from her
wrists and ankles, and she was help to stand up beside the examination
table. With a gentle touch now, the doctor massaged Katie's lower tummy,
and the top of her pubic mound, working down to her clitoris and urethral
opening. Stroking the tip of her erect clit, the doctor now instructed Katie to
continue to use the cream and the medicine for another week, but both of
them 3 times a day now instead of just at bedtime for the cream. She was to
use a larger amount of the cream each time, working it deep into every
crease, particularly under her clitoral hood, and also as deep as possible into
her holes. If she returned in a weeks time and everything was clear, then she
could go back to her normal daily routine.






Background -
This is a fantasy I've had for a long, long time, triggered I think by an enema
my Mom gave me, and her threat to get the doctor to give it me when I
complained about the size of the nozzle going up my bottom. It's usually me
as the main character, but sometimes my daughter Katie features in the lead
role.

The story is built around 2 anime drawings that I have captioned
You can see them on my blog

http://shellysden.blogspot.co.uk/


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This story is fantasy, not based on any real events, and should not be re-enacted in any way.



If you, the reader, do not know the difference between reality and fantasy, then leave now,
and seek urgent medical help.





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