Debbie tried her best to hide her smile. She couldn’t think of anyone better to test out her shrink ray on the her PCT, Irina. The poor girl had no idea of the nasty trip that was in store for her. But, she’s relatively new here, Debbie thought to herself. This would be a great way to see if she can make it seeing some of the disgusting stuff she’s encounter as a nurse.
“Irina can you close the door please?” Debbie asked. Irina complied and went back to typing up notes.
“So Mrs. Cooper, we have a bit of a new piece of technology. This will allow us to get up close and personal to the problem and diagnosis it. It can be a very accurate way of seeing what is wrong, and in your case, what is causing this blockage.” Madeline simply nodded, she was ready for this pain to be over.
Meanwhile, Irina turned her head to Debbie and mouthed the words, “what’s that?” She was totally oblivious to what Debbie was talking about.
Debbie reaches into her scrubs and pulled out a strange device. “This is essentially a shrink ray,” she said. Both Madeline and Irina had confused looks on their faces but did not say anything. “Watch.” Without any further warning, Debbie aimed the shrink ray and fired at Irina. Within seconds, Irina dwindled down in size to a mere one centimeter tall.
Madeline sat up in the bed, moving her hand from her gut to over her mouth, her eyes wide opened. “Oh my god,” she whispered. Debbie meanwhile, bent down and picked up the struggling PCT between two fingers.
“So, we can properly diagnose you by sending a miniaturized person to the afflicted area, in this case, your rectum.” She turned her attention to Irina and smiled.
Irina started to scream and freak out. “You can’t do this to me!” she yelled as Debbie brought her up to her ear.
“Of course I can, you’re already tiny,” she laughed. “Consider this training, it’ll be the grossest thing you’ll ever experience as a nurse. If you can handle this, you can handle anything,” and began to walk towards Madeline.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Irina screamed, causing Debbie to raise her back up to her ear. “I quit, I don’t want to work here anymore!”
Debbie simply looked back down and frowned. “Sorry but we need a two weeks notice for that. You’re still on the hook Irina.”
Irina was panicking. She was desperate to find a way to not be inserted into this giant woman’s anus. “Madeline, please don’t let her do this!” she screamed.
Debbie smiled and turned to Madeline. “Well she really doesn’t want to go up there, but it might help. The choice is yours.”
Much to Irina’s horror, Madeline had a look of indifference on her face. “Sorry little girl but this hurts too much. Go ahead and send her up there.”
Debbie smiles even wider. “Alright Madeline, lay on your back and lift your skirt please.” She then turned her attention back to Irina. “Okay Irina, keep your phone on you so we can communicate. We’ll let you out and grow you back as soon as you’re done in there.”
“Oh my god! Nooooo!” Irina yelled as the young woman was shoved head first into the puckering sphincter of Madeline.
Madeline let out a moan as Irina entered her body. “Oh fuck, she feels really nice in my ass,” she said.
Debbie let out a laugh. “Haha, I bet! I’ll have to try that myself sometime!”
After a few minutes passed with the two women chatting, Debbie pulled out her phone and texted Irina. “How’s it going in there?”
Irina was currently having a hellish existence. It was pitch black and she was stumbling over dried mounds of crap. The smell had caused her to dry heave and her eyes burned in horror.
She pulled out her phone to text back, when what happens?
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