~Subject: Hospital Stay (En, WS, DS, F/M) 1/2
~From: uthur@aol.com (Uthur)

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   I awoke in the hospital and found myself unable to move. A
throbbing pain in my head and a general ache all over my body made
my coming of consciousness a relatively miserable experience. The
truck I had been driving had hit a mine and I had been thrown from
the vehicle. I guess I was lucky to be alive, but I sure felt
closer to death the more I came out of it.

   I started to gingerly explore my surroundings and found the
nurses call button, which had been placed near my hand, and pushed
the signal. As I continued to look around my surroundings I could
see several I.V. bags hanging over my head as I lay flat on my
back. I had a strange feeling in my penis that was really
uncomfortable that was rapidly focusing my attention when the nurse
walked in.

   She was an young, beautiful woman, about the age of 24, who
stood about 5'5" and had a very well proportioned body. As she
entered the room she welcomed back to the world of the living and
went on to explain that the reason I couldn't move was that I had
suffered a back injury and was in traction. I learned that her name
was Sue and she would be one of the nurses caring for me during my
recovery. She quickly reassured me that I would get better and that
after a brief period of rehab, I would be up and walking around in
no time. I had also received a nasty knock to the head, which was
responsible for my loss of consciousness, but that too would
quickly heal.  

   I squirmed a bit when she asked if I was uncomfortable. Before
I had a chance to fully answer she had pulled down the sheets and
pulled up the hospital bed gown I was wearing to over my waist. She
explained that they had inserted a catheter into me and she without
hesitation took hold of penis and rearranged it so the tube was
pulling so much. I blushed as she did this, but she only went about
her business and gave me a silly little smile.

   Over the days I was feeling better and soon eating three meals
a day although I was still locked into traction. I felt like I was
a prisoner at times shackled to the bed and unable to move very far
one way or the other. As the days passed, I began to have other
disturbing feelings.  While my appetite had returned, my bowels
hadn't moved since I regained consciousness. After five days, I was
feeling bloated and very uncomfortable. My lack of bowel movement
was also noted by the nursing and medical staff. 

   Normally, I saw Sue during the day. But on the evening of the
fifth day, she came into my room about 7:30 pm. I was surprised to
see her, but she explained that one of the other staff members had
reported to sick call and that she would working the evening shift.
As she glanced at my chart, she asked me if I had any luck at
producing a bowel movement, to which I had to make a negative
reply. She smiled at me and brushed her hand against my cheek
saying that she would have me feeling better shortly. I had
expected that I would be given a laxative or something, but I was
not prepared for what followed.

   In a few minutes, Sue returned with a utility cart that was
covered with a towel. She explained that in a very short period of
time, she would have me "moving again" as she put it. While her
demeanor was professional, I could tell that she was enjoying this
as a small smile graced her lips. 

   Her first step was to close the door of the room and place a
"treatment in progress" sign on the door. As she walked back to the
bed, she explained that this would keep anyone from wandering into
the room and would keep me from being embarrassed. With that, she
took the blankets and sheets and turned them down to the bottom of
the bed. She unhooked my hospital gown and removed it from me,
leaving me naked on the bed. Sue then picked up a bath towel and
placed it over my chest, but left me exposed from the waist down.
She then took an absorbent pad and slid it under my bottom. She
explained that this would keep the bed the clean and that I didn't
have to worry about making a mess. 

   I felt like a prisoner, still tied in traction and basically
unable to move, and I was embarrassed by my nakedness to this
beautify female nurse.  She sensed my embarrassment and caressed my
head and reassuringly told me to relax and that everything would be
alright. 

   I began to worry though, when she started to put on a pair of
latex gloves. She moved the towel back off of the corner of the
cart and opened a tube of K-Y Jelly and put a large glob of goo on
her right index finger.  As she approached the bed, she explained
that I should relax and that she was going give me a rectal
examination. The thought of that made my stomach turn, and I closed
my eyes. I felt her left hand lift my balls as she asked me to part
my legs as much as I could. With the traction restraints, I could
barely move, but I tried to comply with her directions. Then I felt
her finger against my asshole and she swirled the K-Y Jelly against
it's entrance. I began to squirm a bit, but stopped when told me to
lay still. Slowly, her finger began to enter my ass as she worked
the jelly inside of me. I was uncomfortable from the start, but
tried to lay as still as possible. I felt her finger probing up
into me, deeper and deeper. As I opened my eyes, I saw a small
smile across her face and felt her grip of my balls tighten a bit.
She then began to remove her finger a bit and then I felt her
insert her middle finger into me as well. I wiggled a bit at the
two finger invasion, but she told me to lay still as she was going
to try to manually break up an fecal impaction that she felt. On
and on I felt her fingers probing inside of me and then seemingly
curling inside of ass, digging at my asshole. 

   Soon the discomfort began to disappear and I began to focus my
attention to other areas of my body. My cock was beginning to stir
for the first time since my accident, but the presence of the
catheter made even its slightest movement very distressing.
Fortunately, Sue, soon stopped her actions and removed her fingers
from my bottom. She explained that I had quite a solid fecal mass
in my colon, and that was somewhat to be expected since I was
non-ambulatory and receiving pain killers which could product the
side effect of constipation. I was further told that she tried to
break up the mass in my bottom and make it easier for me to go.
Taking several small pillows, she gently place one under the top of
my hips and put another one just below my butt. This lifted me
slightly off the bed and allowed her to slide a bed pan under me.
The movement tugged on my catheter and added to my discomfort, but
Sue took my cock in her hand and rearranged it and the tubing. I
cringed as she did this as I was now certain that she could notice
the slight erection that had formed.

   After trying to shit for several minutes, Sue announced that
this had not worked and that she was going to try something else.
She slide the bed pan out from under me and put on another pair of
gloves. I thought she was going to finger me some more, but soon
saw her open a small white jar and approach the bed. I couldn't she
what she removed from the jar, but she repositioned herself at the
side of the bed and lifted my balls with her left hand again. She
then explained that she was going to insert a  suppository into me
and see if that would loosen things up a bit. While I may feel
uncomfortable, she instructed me to try to hold it in as long as I
could. I then felt the tip of something cold press against my
asshole as I felt the suppository and finger push into me. She was
really pushing deep trying to get the suppository up high in my
colon and I squirmed as she went about completing her actions. She
withdrew her fingers, removed her gloves and then placed me back on
the bedpan. I felt embarrassed and strange as she took another
small towel and covered up cock and balls. 

   Sue then moved a chair next to the head of the bed and began to
make small talk. After about 10 minutes, she asked if I felt the
need to go to which I replied, "No". She then put on another pair
of gloves and announce that she would try one more suppository. I
saw her reach into the white jar as lifted my balls and placed the
suppository against my asshole. She warned me that she was going to
try to place this one deep and that I should try to relax. I felt
the cool suppository enter my bottom followed by her middle finger
which pressed as deep as it could until her hand rested against the
outside of my asshole. I jumped slightly at this onslaught, but she
admonished me to lay still. Once again I felt my cock beginning to
stir only to feel the burning sensation of the dry catheter being
drawn deeper as my pecker increased. Sue repositioned the towel
over my groin and resumed her spot at the top of my head. 

   In a few minutes, I felt the pressure begin to grow in my
bowels, and slight cramping started to develop. Sue read my
feelings and began to stroke my head encouraging me to try to hold
it in as long as I could.  When I felt I could hold on no longer,
she slide the bed pan under me and began to massage by stomach.
After much pushing and straining, I was able to move one small turd
into the pan. Sue took a handful of toilet paper and reached
between my legs and cleaned me off.

   She then announced that there was only one final thing to do,
but that would guarantee my relief, an enema. I cringed at the
thought, and asked if she could try another suppository, but she
turned down the thought instantly.

   I saw on the cart that she removed a stainless steel large enema
can to which she attached a clear plastic hose from a sealed
container. She then attached a clamp to the hose and clipped it
shut with a snap. I then saw her retrieve two small packages of
liquid from the drawer which she snipped open with a scissors and
poured into the container. She then carried the container into the
bathroom and heard the water running for quite a period of time
before I could hear her filling the can. When she returned, I saw
that the can was full and that I could see wisps of bubbles from
the top. Sue then took the two empty soap packets and swished them
in the water to relieve them of any remaining traces of soap.

   Seeing and hearing this preparation had made me very
uncomfortable and more than a little nervous. Sue quickly senses
this and took my hand a gave it a squeeze as she reassured me that
everything would be alright.  With that, she place the enema can on
a stand over the bed, at an elevation of about 3 feet. She then put
on a pair of latex gloves again and opened up a long package which
contained what appeared to be a very large and thick catheter.
Seeing this I began to squirm a bit, but Sue again reassured me
that everything would be O.K. She removed the cloth from my groin
and left me exposed from the waste down. Picking up the tube of K-Y
Jelly again, she put a large glob of goo onto the middle finger of
her right hand and approached the bed. Lifting my balls with her
left hand, she thrust her finger into my asshole moving it around
and lubricating it up. She then removed her finger and replaced the
glove on her right hand with a clean one. I saw her connect the
catheter like tube to the enema tubing and run a little water out
into the waiting bed pan.  She the took the tube of K-Y and place
a glob of jelly on the tip tube, which she held with her right
hand. 

   As she lifted my balls with her left hand, she explained that I
needed to relax and not to worry. I told her that I doubted that I
could hold the entire contents of the can and worried about making
a mess. Sue just smiled and explained that when I started to feel
pressure, just to let her know and she would take care of the rest.
With that, I felt the lubricated tube enter my asshole and press
what felt to be deep into my butt. 

   I saw her move her left hand up and open the clamp as her right
hand was nestled between my legs tight up against my butt holding
onto the tube that now was up my bottom. Instantly, I felt a rush
of very warm water that made me jump a bit, but Sue quickly took
her left hand and began to massage by stomach as the water flowed
in. Quickly I began to feel cramps and started to squirm. Sue
stopped the flow and continued to massage rather impressile.

   Over the days I was feeling better and soon eating three meals
a day although I was still locked into traction. I felt like I was
a prisoner at times shackled to the bed and unable to move very far
one way or the other. As the days passed, I began to have other
disturbing feelings.  While my appetite had returned, my bowels
hadn't moved since I regained consciousness. After five days, I was
feeling bloated and very uncomfortable. My lack of bowel movement
was also noted by the nursing and medical staff. 

   Normally, I saw Sue during the day. But on the evening of the
fifth day, she came into my room about 7:30 pm. I was surprised to
see her, but she explained that one of the other staff members had
reported to sick call and that she would working the evening shift.
As she glancts and pulled uped at my chart, she asked me if I had
any luck at producing a bowel movement, to which I had to make a
negative reply. She smiled at me and brushed her hand against my
cheek saying that she would have me feeling better shortly. I had
expected that I would be given a laxative or something, but I was
not prepared for what followed.

   In a few minutes, Sue returned with a utility cart that was
covered with a towel. She explained that in a very short period of
time, she would have me "moving again" as she put it. While her
demeanor was professional, I could tell that she was enjoying this
as a small smile graced her lips. 

   Her first step was to close the door of the room and place a
"treatment in progress" sign on the door. As she walked back to the
bed, she explained that this would keep anyone from wandering into
the room and would keep me from being embarrassed. With that, she
took the blankets and sheets and turned them down to the bottom of
the bed. She unhooked my hospital gown and rem