Antonina and Alevtina
"Well, please, Van Vanich, do us such a favor!" the village council chairwoman almost knelt before me. "You know that nowadays no one wants to live in the countryside, everyone is fleeing to the city. And we desperately need to replace our paramedic who went on vacation!" "Well, I don't know..." I shrugged, "actually, I came to my mother-in-law's to rest after my postgraduate studies, not to work again." "We'll pay you a full salary, but you'll only work half-time — 4 hours a day," the woman pleaded, "and the work is just to sit in the reception area. It's summer now and people get sick rarely — maybe someone breaks an arm or gets hurt by a scythe, so
you'll give them first aid and send them to the hospital, that's all." Finally, I gave in to the persuasion and started working as a half-time paramedic for 4 hours a day.The first day of work was boring — no one came to me. Having nothing to do, I started taking inventory of the medical station's equipment, checking what devices were there and what was missing. To my surprise, the medical station was quite well-equipped with various devices, there was even a gynecological chair. My attention was particularly drawn to a cabinet labeled "Enemas," containing a rubber heating pad with a hose, two bulbs — a large one with a volume of 400 ml, and a small one — 100 ml, as well as a box of Vaseline and a bottle of liquid soap, obviously used to add to the water when preparing the enema solution. Judging by the fact that the devices weren't very dusty, they were used quite often. The enema was my favorite medical procedure to perform on patients, and I took particular pleasure in administering it to young, shy girls.
During my medical internship in the gynecology department, which I had persistently requested myself, I persuaded the doctor not to examine any girl until she had been given an enema. Of course, the patients protested and tried in every way to avoid the unpleasant procedure, assuring us that their bowels worked like clockwork and there wasn't the slightest delay in stool. However, the doctor and I remained relentless and almost forcibly gave an enema to every girl who came to our appointment. As the results of the procedure later showed, in most cases the girls were deceiving us — many of their intestines were seriously clogged with old, dried-up feces, which they themselves, without an enema, would hardly ever have been able to get rid of. I decided — if a young girl comes to my appointment, I will definitely give her an enema under any pretext.
The next morning, as soon as I had changed and sat down at the desk, there was a knock at the office door. "Come in, it's open!" I said. An elderly woman with gray hair entered the room, leading a girl with two light braids, dressed in a light red dress. "Good day!" the woman said, "my name is Petrova Alevtina Andreevna, this is my 18-year-old granddaughter Tonyechka. Something's wrong with her tummy — it's bloated, hurts a bit, and she has no appetite at all. I'm afraid, is it appendicitis? Please examine her, doctor!" "Don't call me that, I'm not a doctor yet, as I'm still studying. Just call me Vanya. I will definitely examine your granddaughter. Take off your dress, Tonyechka!" The girl reluctantly untied the belt, unbuttoned the buttons and, with her grandmother's help, pulled the dress over her head, remaining only in pink panties. I noticed that Tonyechka's nipples were already starting to swell a little, and soon she would have to wear a bra. The girl's stomach indeed looked unusually large and bloated. "Lie down on the couch!" I ordered her.
She obediently lay down, and I began to palpate the young patient's tummy. Soon I realized there were no signs of appendicitis, meaning either something was wrong from the "female side," or the girl's intestines were simply clogged with feces and gas. "Bend your legs at the knees and pull them up to your tummy!" I told the girl. She complied, and I pulled her panties down from her bottom. My gaze was met by Tonyechka's vulva, around which light hairs had already begun to grow a little. The girl blushed terribly, clearly very ashamed that a strange man was looking at her private parts. Meanwhile, I smeared the index finger of my right hand with cream and placed it at the girl's anus. "Bear down, Tonyechka!" I said. "What?" she didn't understand. "Bear down, as if you're sitting on the potty and pooping," I explained to her.
The girl clenched her anal muscles, the hole opened, and I began to slowly, carefully insert my finger into it. However, after going a couple of centimeters, it hit hard poop and wouldn't go any further. "Okay, it's clear!" I summarized, "the cause of your illness is banal — constipation. How many days have you not pooped, admit it?" "I... don't remember exactly. Maybe three, maybe four," Tonyechka answered. "Well, you see," I looked reproachfully at the grandmother, "and you, didn't you notice this yourself?" "Had no idea!" the grandmother spread her hands in amazement, "she's not a little child anymore. When Tonya didn't go to school yet, I wiped her bottom and monitored her stool, but now she manages herself, and I stopped controlling her. I thought if something was wrong, she would tell me herself." "As you see — she didn't!" I summarized, "but okay, let's proceed to treatment. We'll give her a little enema now, and our Tonyechka, I hope, will poop quickly!" "No, I don't want an enema!" the girl wailed pitifully, "give me a laxative or put a suppository in my bottom!" "It's too late, dear!" I replied, "such measures should have been taken earlier, while the constipation was in its initial stage. But you were silent then, didn't tell anyone anything. Now only an enema can help you, and even then, I'm afraid, not immediately." "I don't want an enema!" Tonya screamed, jumped to her feet and, with her panties still down, rushed to the door.
But the grandmother immediately grabbed her by the hand. "What's this, thinking of running away!" she growled angrily and slapped her granddaughter's bare bottom with all her might. "Now quickly lie back down on the couch!" "I won't! I don't want to!" Tonya began to throw a tantrum. I realized that without my intervention nothing would work, so I approached the girl, grabbed her under the armpits and dragged her back. Together with the grandmother, after a short struggle, we managed to lay Tanya on the couch, turn her on her left side, bend her legs at the knees and press them to her tummy. Since the girl continued to convulsively kick and jerk, I had to tie her limbs with a rubber tourniquet. Realizing she couldn't free herself from our grip, Tonya stopped resisting physically, but began to sob and cry very loudly. "Looks like a sedative injection is needed here," I stated. Quickly taking out the necessary ampoule, I filled the syringe with the medicine, wiped the right hemisphere of Tonya's butt with alcohol and injected the needle into her buttock. The girl let out such a piercing scream that it seemed — her throat was being cut. Meanwhile, paying no attention to this, I slowly injected the medicine. Within a minute or two, Tonyechka completely calmed down, stopped screaming, crying and jerking.
"Well, finally we can proceed with the enema," I stated with satisfaction. Choosing the large enema bulb from the cabinet, I washed it with tap water, then rinsed it inside as well; after that, I poured half a liter of water into a mug, added a couple of drops of liquid soap, stirred everything thoroughly, squeezed the bulb and immersed its "nozzle" into the mug. "Shouldn't the water be warmed?" the grandmother suddenly intervened, "when I gave Tonyechka enemas myself, I always used warm water." "No need," I replied, "it's summer now, and the water is warm anyway. Besides, the colder the water, the more it irritates the intestines and, consequently, improves the enema's effect." "Well, okay, you, doctor, know better," the granny agreed. I generously smeared the tip with Vaseline, lightly pressed the bulb to release the air, and approached the girl. "Well, Tonyechka," I said, "I advise you not to clench, or it will hurt." With two fingers of my left hand, I spread the child's buttocks, and with my right hand began to slowly insert the enema tip into the girl's anus. I only managed to get it halfway in, then it hit hard poop and wouldn't go further. "Well, what a lousy hole — doesn't let anything in or out!" I chuckled, "never mind, we'll make it work now!"
Immediately after these words, I squeezed the enema bulb with both hands with all my might. Its contents gurgled into Tonyechka's intestines under high pressure. The girl groaned softly. "There we go!" I muttered with satisfaction and pulled the tip out of the child's ass. Then I squeezed the hemispheres of the girl's butt together and said: "Lie still, Tonyechka, for 5 minutes and breathe deeply through your mouth. Then sit on the potty and, I hope, poop." "Where is the potty here?" the grandmother asked again. "Over there in the corner under the medical equipment cabinet," I pointed with my hand, as I had studied the office layout well yesterday. "Hmm," grumbled the grandmother, taking out the potty, "in my opinion, it's a bit small, at home she used this in preschool age." "It's fine if her bottom hangs over a little," I replied, "the main thing is that something besides water comes out of the hole." "What, doctor, are you afraid the enema won't work?" Alevtina wondered. "Anything is possible," I shrugged, "your granddaughter's constipation is seriously severe. I remember, our teacher at the medical institute told us about a case of a five-year-old girl who almost died from intoxication due to toxins, because she hadn't pooped for a week. Enemas no longer helped her.
They had to extract her hard feces with their fingers, then put her on an IV with laxative fluid, and after that, wash her intestines long and thoroughly using the siphon method with a funnel. In short, the poor child suffered terribly. So you can't joke with constipation, you need to eliminate it as quickly as possible!" "Well, I hope the enema helps Tonyechka and she poops now," the grandmother expressed her opinion. "I hope so too," I agreed. Meanwhile, the girl lay quietly on the couch and breathed calmly through her mouth. She didn't look at all like the chimera that was raging just 10 minutes ago and which Baba Alevtina and I barely subdued. "The injection worked well," I thought, then looked at the clock. About 4 minutes had passed since Tonyechka's enema. "Alright," I said, "get up, baby, on your feet and sit on the potty!" The girl slowly straightened her legs, lowered them to the floor and sat on the potty, which her grandmother slipped under her bottom. Only at that moment did I release her buttocks.
As expected, the hemispheres of the girl's butt slightly hung over the edges of the potty, but the anus was inside it. Tonyechka farted softly and water began to pour out of the hole. Following it, a brown, hard piece of poop began to crawl out. After coming out of the hole a couple of centimeters, it suddenly stopped and wouldn't come out further. The girl strongly clenched her anal muscles, but the poop remained in the same position. Then I put a rubber glove on my right hand, grabbed the poop with my thumb and index finger and, ordering Tonyechka to bear down with all her might, began to pull it out. After a few seconds, with our combined efforts, we managed to move the feces from the "dead point," and a long, thick, smelly "sausage" finally fell into the potty. Then water poured out of the girl's anus again, then more poop began to come out, this time not as hard, so the child, although straining hard, managed to push it out herself. Tonyechka's face was sweaty and covered with red spots.
"Rest a bit, baby, then you'll bear down again!" I told the girl and turned to the grandmother: "In my opinion, we can remove the tourniquet from her ankles, she doesn't seem to be kicking anymore." "I think so too," the woman agreed. I freed the child's legs, on which the tightened tourniquet had left a red mark. "You see, Tonyechka, how you create problems for yourself. If you hadn't resisted, would we have tied you up? And in the end, we gave you the enema anyway, no matter how much you freaked out! So, in the future, be smarter and don't contradict adults!" The girl didn't answer this, only farted again and released a little water. "What do you think, doctor, has everything come out of her?" asked the grandmother. "In my opinion, no, we need to do another enema," I replied. "Yes, I also think an additional enema wouldn't hurt her," Alevtina supported me. I picked up the bulb placed on the floor and began washing and filling it with water again.
The grandmother told Tonya to get up from the pot, wiped her granddaughter's bottom with an old newspaper lying in the corner of the office, and said to the girl: "Lie down, Tonyechka, in the same position on the couch, we'll give you another enema now!" "Grandma, maybe not?" the granddaughter weakly objected. "It's definitely necessary, and no tricks!" the granny strictly threatened. The girl obediently lay down on the couch, turned on her left side and pulled her legs up to her tummy. "That's it, good girl," her grandmother praised her, then asked me: "Doctor, where is the toilet here? I want to empty the pot!" "Over there, in the hallway, the door opposite," I explained. The woman took the foul-smelling pot and carried it away. Meanwhile, I had already managed to refill the enema bulb and smeared its tip with Vaseline. "Well, Tonyechka," I said to the girl, "let's quickly do another little enema and wash out all the nasty stuff that's been stagnant in your tummy!" The child didn't answer me. I bent over Tonya again, spread her already slightly open buttocks and inserted the tip into the girl's ass. This time it went in all the way without problems.
I began to slowly, smoothly squeeze the bulb, leisurely letting the water into Tonyechka's intestines. The girl lay very calmly, and it might seem that she didn't even feel what was happening to her now. After about half a minute, the bulb emptied. Without releasing the bulb, I extracted the tip and said to the child: "There, well done, Tonyechka, always behave like this in the future when you're given an enema! Understood?" "Yes, understood," the girl mumbled barely audibly. I squeezed her buttocks together again. Then the office door opened and the grandmother came in. "Oh, doctor, what do I see — you've already given her the enema!" she exclaimed. "Yes, well done, she lay calmly and didn't even squeak," I replied. "That's good," the grandmother nodded with satisfaction, "by the way, while emptying the potty, I was horrified at what hard fecal stones were sitting in her. Without an enema, she would never have been able to push them out herself!" "A common occurrence with multi-day constipation," I said, "you need to monitor her bowel function more carefully." "I'll try," the granny agreed, "I didn't know she had such problems." "Well, now you'll know!" "Yes, I will!
Listen, Tonya, from now on you will show me what you poop every time. And you must poop every day! Clear?" "Clear," the granddaughter grumbled in response. "A person's intestinal condition can also be determined by inserting a finger into their ass," I began to explain to the grandmother, "if there's no constipation, it should go in all the way freely. But with constipation, problems arise with inserting the finger due to blockage of the rectum." "Yes, good advice!" the granny agreed, "from time to time, I'll probably have to stick a little finger into my granddaughter's ass." "However, this still doesn't give a full guarantee that there's no constipation, if the anus is clean," I continued explaining, "because constipation can also occur in the colon. So you still need to monitor how often and how much the child poops!" "I'll definitely keep an eye on it!" answered Baba Alevtina. "Well, and you, Tonyechka, will you show grandma what you've pooped?" I asked the girl. "I will," she whispered in response. "Well done then! And remember — if you don't want to be given enemas, say immediately if you can't poop! In the initial stage, constipation can sometimes be eliminated with castor oil and glycerin suppositories," I enlightened the child.
light brown "sausages" fell from the girl's ass into the potty. However, the stench wasn't much less than after the child's first enema, from which it could be concluded that this poop had also lain in Tonyechka's intestines for quite a long time. "Oh, poor child, how much nasty stuff was sitting in her, and I didn't notice it," the grandmother lamented, watching her emptying granddaughter together with me. "It's okay, people learn from mistakes