Jessie sat nervously in the small room she’d been ushered
into. It smelled vaguely of antiseptics and just like every other doctor’s
office, it was cold. The nurse had been present, briefly, and asked her a pretty
standard array of questions. Her blood pressure was a little high and she was ten
pounds heavier than she should have been, but once she explained why she was in
the office the nurse just shrugged and nodded.
“That makes sense, if I were in your position I’d be a
little stressed too,” the nurse had said as she wrote everything down on her clipboard.
“Just wait here and the doctor will be in shortly,” she’d
said before she stepped out, leaving Jessie alone with her phone and the ache
in her stomach.
To kill the time she tapped on her phone, checking social media
and giggling at pictures from the party several days ago. Then she groaned as
her something in her stomach lurched. There was a sharp pain from below, much
lower than she knew her stomach was actually located.
“Dammit!” she said as she gripped the arms of her chair, holding
her breath as the spasm rocked through her, seemingly lasting hours but actually
mere moments before it subsided.
Just as she was able to breathe again and relax the door
opened and in walked a pair of blue eyes in a white coat.
Oh, please let him be single! she thought almost by
reflex as she took in the six-foot-two walking movie poster who was apparently
her physician.
“Jessie Dorne, right?” he asked as he took the swivel stool
on the far side of the room. He had a laptop rather than a clipboard and sat it
carefully on the small desk.
“Oh marry-“ she caught herself with a fake cough, “That’s
me!” she instead of embarrassing herself.
The doctor chuckled as he clicked briefly on the laptop then
gave her a look that said he knew exactly what she was going to say. Jessie
couldn’t help but notice there was no ring on his left hand. And his biceps-
“Well Jessie, we haven’t seen you here in a few years it
looks like,” he said, “That’s a good thing, right?”
“Yeah,” she said as she tucked her hair back behind her ear,
“It’s been a big couple of years but until last week I’ve been healthy as a
horse!”
Her stomach gurgled dangerously again and when Doctor Sellen
noticed her grimace his winning smile slid from his face. Part of her wished
she could believe he was checking her out when his eyes slid down to her
stomach. She was wearing a crop top and pink short shorts, in the summer heat
anything else would’ve been torturous, and she knew she had a figure men
usually tripped over to get inside.
But she had a feeling he was in the small percentage of men
that placed profession over pleasure. And despite herself she really hoped he
was able to focus on the job at hand.
“Stomach pain, huh?” he asked, waiting briefly for her nod
before he continued, “And today’s what, January fifth?”
The pain had subsided again as quickly as before.
Jessie grimaced, “Yeah, why? I don’t know if your computer shows
it but I’m not due for my cycle for two more weeks.”
“Oh no, not that,” the smoking hot doctor as he grabbed his
stethoscope and slid his stool smoothly over to her. “That’s not what I’m
thinking of.”
“Ever since the tiny revolution-“ he waved his hands briefly
and mimed an object getting smaller, “There’s been a huge change in the things
we see in here. Lift up your shirt, please.”
With a giggle she gripped the bottom of her shirt but
stopped herself from baring everything for him. The party girl in her had briefly
lost the fight with the part of her that was tired of wondering if she was
about to re-enact the scene from Alien. So instead she only lifted her
tank top high enough to just barely show the bottom curve of her breasts.
But that didn’t stop her from noticing him pause briefly
when he put the stethoscope buds into his ears, as though hoping she’d show more.
“I’m guessing you partied it up for the New Years, right?”
he asked as he warmed up the far end of his stethoscope with his hand.
Jessie nodded.
“Lots of tinies involved, right?”
When she nodded again, he continued: “Was it a B-Y-O-T kinda
thing?”
“Yeah,” she said with a mildly confused smile. Why would
he be asking about a party a few days ago?
“I thought so,” he said, “Now breath slow and steady for me.
Lean back please?”
She did as he asked, and though he’d been warming it with
his hand the cold metal of the scope still made her flinch.
*****
Don’t check out her tits, Todd said to himself as he
leaned forward.
His last twelve patients had been victims of their own
laziness, and it got old having the same conversation back to back to back.
There certainly hadn’t been any chicks who made him contemplate breaking his
doctor-client privileges. Today, at least.
She was cute enough to even keep him from mentally rolling
his eyes at what was likely to be the eighteenth self-inflicted tiny injury he’d
seen since the first of the year.
He placed the bell of the stethoscope several inches below
the curve of her breasts, along the mid-sagittal plane.
For a moment he heard only the typical gastric noises,
exactly as he expected.
Then, just as he thought he might have to do some extra
thinking and admit that he missed his first guess: The sound he’d actually been
waiting for.
“HELP!” he heard a tiny voice screaming, just before the
gastric sphincter. Todd smiled and nodded silently to himself. “Somebody help
me! Let us out! It burns! HELP! Can anybody hear me?! I have a wife and-”
“Just as I expected,” Todd said as several other voices
joined the first. He hummed a little to himself, then followed the general
pathway of Jessie’s digestive tract.
“Somebody!” another voice, this one female, screamed at the
start of the duodenum. “John?! Please somebody! Anybody!”
Oddly muted, Todd thought, but that makes sense.
He followed the duodenum, following a streak of muted cries for
help. The words themselves lost coherence as he listened. At times there was a
cluster of screamers, continuously growing weaker, other times there was a long
pause as he moved further. Each time the yells sounded like they were being pushed
through far more than the appropriate layers of intestinal wall.
And then finally, at the ileocecal junction:
“Help! I’m stuck! Oh, my leg!” a man’s voice was calling
out, far stronger than it had any right to be at that digestive stage. Stronger
than the voice of the one still in his patient’s stomach. “Please, I don’t deserve
to-“
Leaning back, Todd pulled the buds from his ears. If she’d
been smart about her partying any tiny this far in would be nothing more than a
quivering bundle of nerves, Todd thought as he mentally worked through what
he was going to say to her next.
***
After an eternity the doctor pulled back the stethoscope. Jessie
had wanted to ask him what he was listening for every time he moved it around,
but she had a feeling.
“So,” he said as he draped it back around his neck, “I think
this is actually a pretty easy fix.”
“Well, that’s good,” Jessie said cautiously as she lowered
her shirt back down, only mildly disappointed he hadn’t asked for her to take
it off.
He scooted back on his stool and began typing quickly on his
laptop.
“We see this quite a bit this time of year, or after pretty
much any big celebration,” he said as he typed. A moment later he turned the
laptop to face her and pointed at a blown-up picture of the human digestive
tract.
“See, I’d bet you partook in a ton of tinies when you partied,
right?” he asked, waiting briefly for Jessie to nod sheepishly before he
continued, “Can’t blame you at all, they’re great, but someone brought some
super-toughs and you probably tossed a couple down with a shot or two.”
“Now, I was listening along your digestive system for some
normal bowel sounds, and I think you had a few tinies with lunch, right?”
Jessie giggled before she could help herself.
“Okay, are you psychic or something?”
“No,” he said with a short laugh, “There’s a lot of yelling
going on in your stomach-“ Jessie felt her heart leap briefly and knew she had
a date with her favorite vibrator when she got home “-and as we progress
through your digestive tract it generally gets quieter as they get digested
more.”
As he spoke he followed the drawing with his finger, and
Jessie nodded along while she tried to ignore her rising desire. She’d thought
a lot about how tinies would be digested and the torture her simple bodily
processes would inflict on them, but hearing it put into such a calm clinical
description was another thing entirely. Far beyond feeling slowly reducing
struggles in her tummy or backdoor.
“But through your whole system everything was muted, so I’m
assuming you haven’t had a bowel movement in a few days?”
“Not much of an appetite either,” she admitted, though she
hadn’t been able to turn down the offer of fresh-turned tinies at the student
lounge earlier that day.
“Yeah, because once you get down here,” he indicated an area
just before her large intestine, “You’ve got probably a super-tough tiny stuck
just at this junction here, backing everything up and pretty much wrecking your
usual movements. Not joking, you’re full of, well. You get the idea.”
Now Todd looked right at her with his beautiful blue eyes
and chiseled jawline.
“A couple more days like this and you’d be in some serious
trouble. These are called bowel obstructions and they often require surgery to
fix.”
“Oh-“ Jessie said, taken aback by what he was telling her.
“But since this is from a tiny getting stuck it’s actually a
pretty easy fix. The shrinking process does some weird things with physics and
medications, pretty much everything really, but I’m gonna write you a
prescription for a medication that’ll get you cleared out.”
With that said he went back to typing on his computer.
Filling the prescription, as far as Jessie knew.
“So,” she said, not sure how to ask, “I’ve eaten super toughs
before, how come this one got stuck like this?”
It was true; scat play didn’t interest her the way it did
some people, but that didn’t stop her from giggling at panicking tinies trying
to stay afloat as she flushed them down the toilet with the rest of yesterday’s
food.
“Well, most of them do pass right on through and wherever
they end up after that it doesn’t particularly matter. This one just had some
terrible luck. Or, well, you did.”
With that said, he made a final tap on the computer and
turned to look directly at her again.
“At the pharmacy you’re gonna get an enema and a powder, mix
that up with water and chug it. It’ll taste funky but it’ll basically turn that
tiny cork into sludge you can just push on out. The enema will clear you out
from the other side. Tag team.”
“Um, thanks,” Jessie said as he stood, folding his laptop
and tucking it under his arm.
“Is there anything else?” he asked before he actually moved
toward the door.
You could unzip and let me see what you’re working with?
“Uh, no, that’ll be great,” she said instead. “I’m in for a
long day or two aren’t I?”
“Oh yeah,” Doctor Sellen laughed as he opened the door, “Don’t
plan on any trips more than two minutes from a restroom.”
He paused as he stepped through the door, not hiding the
fact that he was finally giving in and checking Jessie out. With her athletic
figure and deliberately camel-toe showing shorts it was astounding he’d held
off so long. Jessie picked up her purse and stood to follow him out, giving him
a pointed glance at his pants as he pulled out a business card and scribbled
something on the back.
“Here,” he told her as he held out the card, “Gimme a call
in a couple of days. You may need a more…” his eyes gave her a final once-over,
“thorough exam.”
Jessie giggled as she plucked the card from his hand and
made no attempt at hiding her stuffing it down the front of her shorts.
“I’m sure I’ll feel faint on Saturday,” she replied as she
followed him out the door and located the path to the exit, “probably about
eight o’clock.”
He smiled at her, then turned the opposite direction toward
his next patient.
Despite herself, Jessie helped herself to two of the
squirming half-inchers in an ornamental bowl near the front desk when she
checked out. Her stomach gurgled but they went down deliciously. The third she
held in her mouth, tucking the squirming, screaming girl into her cheek as she
walked to her car.