I'm curious: would you read a story about medically induced rectal prolapse?
The church featured in this story is a fictional organisation from my novel (and ensuing anthology)
Rise of the Church: Zadie's Journey.
I condone only safe, consensual sex in real life.
The characters are over 18.
Please enjoy!
Rectal Examination
'Have you had much anal sex since I last saw you?' said Doctor Wright.
Becky paused for a moment. 'Only once.'
'Ah. Have you engaged in more frequent anal masturbation?'
'Not really, to be honest.'
'You should make more of an effort to work out those anal muscles - it'll do them some good!'
Becky shifted in her chair. 'I'll get myself a sex toy orβ'
'Oh, you don't already have an anal dildo or butt plug?'
Becky shook her head.
'Didn't your university issue you a set?'
'I missed freshers' week, so I didn't get that stuff.'
'That's alright - I can issue you with something.'
Becky smiled. 'That'd be great, thank you!'
'Well,' said Doctor Wright, rising from behind his desk, 'it's unlikely much has changed, but let's have a look at you anyway.'
Becky knew the drill, and the doctor didn't need to prompt her to follow him to the medical chair. This was her sixth monthly rectal examination, and she knew exactly what to expect. It was the first year that the examination had been a mandatory requirement for all girls in her university, and it was supposed to monitor and encourage healthy anal development during a vital period of their young adult lives. All of Becky's friends had joined the uni knowing that they would be obliged to attend the appointments, but she had heard of some older girls kicking up a fuss. There was little they could do to protest, though, as it was not a policy unique to their college; since the Secular Church of Acceptance - or the SCoA - had taken over the education system, it had been pressuring establishments to implement it, and this college was one of the last to do so.
'I'll apply some oil to your chest as usual,' said Doctor Wright, fetching a small bottle as his patient climbed onto the big, faux-leather chair.
Becky nodded and let him unzip the cropped, satin hoodie of her clinic uniform. He had previously told her that the aroma from the oil would help her relax and ease the passage of the things that he would insert into her anus. The best place to apply it was on her chest, as it was close to her nose.
'I'm sure these are a bit bigger every time I see you,' he said with an appreciative smile as he pushed the silky material to the sides and exposed her breasts. He gently pinched her dark pink nipples. 'You cold?'
'It's not very warm,' she said, watching his fingers tweak and roll her swollen nubs. She suspected that he kept the room cool for this purpose - it was the same every time.
'I'll have to get the heating fixed,' he said, dripping some oil onto her chest.
Becky waited patiently while he massaged the oil into her breasts - they glinted in the harsh medical lighting, and his slick fingers glided over the silky-smooth skin, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh for some time longer than necessary. She thought he spent longer doing this with each successive appointment, and she could tell that he was enjoying it, but she stayed quiet and left him to it.
Her hospital uniform was similar to that worn by the novices of the SCoA; the little zip-up hoodie was made of a delicately soft fabric that gave a lustrous sheen, and the flared skirt was barely long enough to cover her bottom. Underwear was forbidden, but high heels were mandatory, and the face and hair were expected to be presented to a high standard. Becky had given herself extra time that morning to perfect her makeup and style her hair into a masterpiece of curls and plaits. She had sat in class earlier in the day knowing that everyone knew at a glance that she was soon going to have a doctor poking around her anus. To eliminate any possibility of doubt, the words 'Rectal Examination Clinic' were emblazoned in a large font on her back.
'Feeling relaxed?' said the doctor, his eyes fixed on her chest as he moulded it into an endless variety of pleasing shapes.
'Yes, thank you.'
He planted his hand between her shimmering breasts and gently pushed her back into the chair. 'Let's have a look at your rectum, then!'
Reclining in the padded seat, Becky lifted and spread her legs, letting her skirt fall back and expose her bald vulva as she placed her dainty calves in the stirrups. She watched passively as the doctor secured her wrists and ankles with sturdy straps, and she tried to control her breathing while he smothered his hand in a thick gel. She braced herself for what was to come - no matter how many times she underwent the procedure, she was always quite anxious at this point.
Doctor Wright gave her a warm smile as he began to tickle her puckered sphincter. 'Do you look forward to this?'
'Err... I don't know.'
He gave her sparkling breasts an affectionate rub. 'It's okay to enjoy it - I won't hold it against you!'
Becky didn't know what to say. She had never thought of it as something she was even permitted to take pleasure in - people would surely think she was weird if she admitted to enjoying a medical appointment that way. On deeper reflection, she knew that she had actually been quite turned on during previous examinations, but she had buried those memories in a dark pit of shame to be kept secret even from herself.
A couple of digits slipped inside her, and she felt them contracting and writhing as they explored her innards. A third finger crept in, and a fourth stretched her open with some ease - they all curled together in a 'come hither' motion, emitting little squelching noises and sinking deeper and deeper until half the hand was enveloped by her beleaguered anus.