"I'd kind of like to try taking an enema....maybe I could....ask the Nurse for one?"
Just then, you hear a knock at the door!
Knock. Knock.
You really hope that it isn't that obnoxious pink pony again....
"Hello?! Are you alright in there, Miss Cream? You've been in there for at least an hour now...."
Thank Celestia, it was only the Nurse. You trot up to the door slowly and unlock the door. "Yes, I...I'm fine!" you say quite anxiously, as you open the door slightly and peer through, "Though...I'm in need of some assistance....if you wouldn't mind that is. I'm still feeling quite 'pudgy'."
The nurse gives you a somewhat stern look "Hmmm....maybe the laxative wasn't as effective as it should have been. I think I know something else we can try, though its a bit more personal than a simple laxative."
"What is it?" you ask, trying to hide your excitement from her.
"We got a shipment of extremely powerful enemas in yesterday. The only problem is that they haven't been tested thoroughly, and as I said they are very strong...actually they're supposed to be the most powerful enemas a hospital can aquire. If you want to give them a try, I must warn you that they may produce a very shocking result."
You're very intrigued by this....perhaps too intrigued. "I'll try it, then. I'll try anything at this point."
The nurse nods, and leaves the room for several minutes. She comes back with two enemas.
"Why two?!" you ask, very surprised.
"In the event that you should need another one, though highly unlikely, you could try another. Even with such a powerful enema, its quite hard to tell how much you might need, with your degree of constipation."
You look at her with a very surprised look, but you still get up to the changing table and lie down as she readies the enemas. She plops one into your sphincter as you feel a strangely warm, watery, almost gooey enema shoot up into the catacombs of your lower half. This enema insertion actually lasted more than 5 minutes! You look toward her and notice that the enema is quite large. About the size of an alicorn's horn, you think. She finishes emptying it and throws it in the trash.
The phone rings in the other room.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I'll be right back!" the nurse says as she rushes quickly to answer it.
Curiosity gets the better of you, and you lean up to grab the other enema, as the nurse runs back in and startles you.
"Something urgent just came up! I'm sure you can take care of yourself from here." She gives you a reassuring smile.
"And you may want to 'double up', even for just one of those enemas. You never know....I'll be back to check on you again if I can!"
The nurse runs out of the room quickly.
You look back at the unused enema beside you, on a little table. You stick it in without a second thought, as the overwhelming surge causes you to moan loudly. After several minutes the enema is used up, and you toss it in the trash.
You get back up on the changing table, place a diaper under your rump, and apply the tapes. You do the same for the second diaper.
You just lie there. You sit there after several more minutes and wonder to yourself, "Why haven't these enemas taken affect yet?"
You start to feel something. Its almost like an extreme pain, but it feels amazing. Its an inescapable feeling that starts to creep toward you.
An earthquake of sounds rumble from your little tummy. A loud squeaky orchestra of flatulence emanates from your rump, as you roll over off of the changing table and fall to the floor. You keel over in pain as a very loud, continuous, squishy waterfall of solid and liquid hit the wall of your first diaper for what felt like an eternity.
You push your hoof against the outside of your diaper and feel the buildup of muddy poop rub against your anus. You give out a very obnoxious cry of joyful pain as you massage and mess continuously. The smell kills all oxygen left in the room, and your diaper starts to leak when it hits the second layer of padding. You let out a massive, raunchy, wet fart that was very low in frequency and increased in pitch over a 30 second span. Your diaper is starting to fall off!
Before you know it, your two layers of padding become nothing more than dark brown, wet, broken garments as pieces of the diapers, and even layers of feces plop to the floor.
Even when all seems over, you even continue to add to the mess, and your farts don't stop any time soon either.
This was getting way to out of hand.
You may want to call for help....or maybe you shouldn't worry about it. There's still more fun to be had right?
What should you do?
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