By: SuperBeak
PART 1
“Mmmm… yes~ This will do nicely.”
Anais awoke, panicked. She had no clue where she was, what she was doing there, or how she got there.
“Huh?! Wha-” She looked around, trying to get a feel for her surroundings.
The room was dark, very dimly lit. The floors were a dark brown, hard wood, seemingly well taken care of as the gloss from the wax reflected the small amounts of light that were in the room. She could see several arched windows, the panes of glass were tinted an odd shade of green with embroidered edges. She herself was sitting in an oddly modern-ish dental chair, reclined almost entirely back.
The decor was definitely from a previous time, the few lights that were present were oil burning lamps, old wooden shelves and tables with various bottles with cloth covers tightly bound over the top of them.
Standing over her, a tall dark figure, wearing a black embroidered robe, their hands covered by thick leather gloves. Their face was completely obscured by a plague doctor mask, white in color with copper surrounds near the eyes.
“Where…where am I?” She asked, shakily.
“Why, you are in hospital, my dear~” The figure said, moving one of their hands on top of Anais’. “Fear not, we’re here to help you.”
The plague doctor was clearly female, given away by both their voice and body shape. A clear hourglass figure with a set of perky breasts, causing the leather chest covering to protrude awkwardly.
“H-how… How did I get here?” Yanyu asked, her eyes darting around the room fearfully.
“Easy enough question to answer, you fainted, we brought you here and discovered you’ve been inflicted with a rather odd disease…” The plague doctor cusped one of Yanyu’s hands in both of hers. “Fret not, my dear. It is treatable…”
Anais was too terrified to even try to pull her hand away, her entire body felt as if it were made of stone.
Her body heavy and stiff, the weight of fear holding her near completely still.
“Wh…What disease…?”
“Oh my dear…. Only one of the most dreadful diseases… worry not, we will treat you.”
Anais looked around again, this time, she noticed that there were several nurses moving around in the room and passing by the hallway door. They too were wearing odd clothing, almost entirely white robes with entirely white gloves with the ends fastened with small string around their wrists. Their faces were entirely obscured by white face coverings and a pair of odd looking goggles.
Before she could ask anymore questions, the doctor sat down in a chair beside her.
“Before we begin treatment! I require some of the most basic information from you….Let us see…” The doctor picked up an old leather journal, its cover beaten up and weathered heavily. Pulling out a quill and some ink, they began writing down a description of Yanyu.
“Female… mid-twenties approximately… average build…”
“Uhhh… are you at least going to ask me my name?” Anais asked, giving the doctor a confused look.
“Shush, in a moment my dear…” They replied, without even looking up from their journal. “Dark brown hair with some lighter highlights… green eyes… errrmmm… excuse me madam… are you by any chance, european?”
“Y..yes… I am…”
“Ah, perfect, perfect…” They said, continuing to jot down things in their journal. “Your name?”
“Anais?” She said, wondering to herself as to why she was giving this unbelievably sketchy “doctor” any information at all.
“That is quite a lovely name, my dear…” The doctor put down the journal, standing back up. “Ready to begin your treatment?”
“Treatment?”
“Of course, my dear. Why else would you be in hospital?”
Anais tried to stand up, quickly finding that she couldn’t move.
“Huh…?!” She said, looking at her arms and feet. Her arms could move a little, as her hands were handcuffed to the dental chair’s armrests. Her feet however, were tied together by an odd, beige in color, woven fabric.
“What the… why am I…?” She was beginning to panic. No normal hospital would tie anyone down, would they?
“Oh dear, your sickness is a danger to everyone if left untreated. I am afraid that we simply cannot let you leave…”
“What disease?” Anais asked, her patience was wearing thin very quickly. Not only did she have no idea how she came to be in hospital in the first place, but the tie downs? Dancing around the questions?
“The disease, my dear. Is no jo—“
“What fucking disease? She said, snapping at the doctor. “If you’re not going to tell me what disease it is, then let me go.”
“-sigh- My dear, the disease is incredibly infectious, releasing you from our custody would be a travesty!” The doctor said, pumping a fist in the air and bringing it back down in front of them. “As a medical practitioner, I simply cannot let that happen…. It is my duty to try and cure those of their ailments so that the world may continue living…”
Put off by the doctor’s dramatic demeanor, Anais began to become more and more frustrated. She could feel her own face beginning to warm up as the blood in her body rushed around in anger.
“Look, I don’t care about whatever you’re trying to do… I don’t know how I got here, you won’t tell me how or why… So I don’t want to be here anymore.” She said, snarkily.
“Why, we picked you up of course!”
“What…?” Anais said, her own tone of voice becoming intimidating.
“We picked you up and brought you here as quickly as we could, we couldn’t just let this disease spread further now, could we?”
“What the fuck do you mean by you ‘picked me up’ you kidnapped me?!” Anais tried standing up, straining at her bindings.
“What a vulgar way of putting it…” The doctor crossed their arms. “We are simply trying to help.”
“I can’t believe this, where’s my phone?!”
“What on earth would you need that horrid, anxiety causing device for?”
Anais thrashed around harder. “To call the goddamn authorities… ‘cause this is sketchy as shit!”
“Oh dear…” The doctor stood up, motioning for one of the nurses. “Nurse! Sedate her please…”
One of the nurses ran over, standing right over Anais’ head.
“Sedate her, Doctor?”
“Yes, please. She’s behaving erratically, we will need to take extra care in treating this one…”
“As you wish…”
The nurse dropped their pants. Without any kind of warning, Anais was sent into a fit of uncontrollable coughing. She could smell the musk coming from the nurse’s nether regions. The smell was extremely strong, overpowering every other smell in the room.
“Oh- cough- oh god…” Anais said, doing her best to control her cough. “Hrk! When… have… -cough- you ever… -cough- showered?”
The nurse ignored her, instead she swiftly turned around, her womanhood now mere inches away from Anais face.
“Get your– AH!”
The nurse squatted, practically burying Anais face within her womanhood. Her nose scrubbed around the front of her soiled panties.
“MMMMPH! MPH! RHMMM!” Anais struggled like a wild animal. Wildly, she bucked and kicked as much as her restraints allowed. Wriggling and twisting her body to try and get away from the horrible stench of the nurse’s undergarments.
“Sniff.” The nurse said, grabbing Anais hair, starting to grind her womanhood into Anais’ face.
“I… I can’t handle this smell! How is it so bad!?” Anais thought to herself as her face was being violated. “Get off me!”
“I said…” The nurse grabbed Anais’ head with both of their hands, forcing her head upwards, burying her nose deeper into the source of the stench. “Sniff!”
Anais’ struggle continued. She definitely did not want to take the chance that any of their “medicinal practices” would be more like this “sedation.” That they were trying to put her through.
“MMMPH!”
Try as she might, she couldn’t shake the nurse off. The sweaty, musky smell of the nurse’s womanhood creeped its way into her nostrils. Slowly, Anais could feel herself start to slip from consciousness.
“N-no! I-I must… stay… “
The nurse relaxed her grip as she felt Anais’ struggle wavering, slowly drifting off into a musk induced dream.
“She’s sedated, Doctor.”
“Splendid! Have her strapped down further, a feisty one such as her will require extra treatment…”
A short while later…
Groggily, Anais began to rise from her forced slumber.
“Ergh… what… was that smell…?” She said, her head slowly rising.
She found herself even more restrained, this time her arms had been fixed to the armrests with even more woven fabric. Most of her body was wrapped tightly in a thick blanket, tied so tightly that she could barely even wriggle.
“Now that you’re awake… will you be more compliant? Or will we have to take even more drastic measures to make sure you get your treatment?” The plague doctor said, sitting down next to her.
“Wha– Oh you motherfu–!” Anais began to thrash as hard as she possibly could. Rather regrettably, it had little to no effect due to the strength of her bindings.
The plague doctor only facepalmed, shaking their head at Anais’ futile attempts to break free.
“Oh dear… I guess you still won’t cooperate… no matter…” The doctor pulled out a vile, eyeing it closely. “Your medicine is almost ready…”
“I’m not drinking whatever that is!” Anais snarled, practically biting at the doctor like a wild animal. Anais eyed the vile, it had some kind of liquid in it, not quite translucent but not quite solid in color. Purple in color with some kind of bright purple aura surrounding it. “What… what even is that…?”
“Oh this? This isn’t your medicine… not at the moment anyway… It is a special blend of mine. A few medicinal herbs, extracts from some of the most exotic peppers in the known world, and extracts from some of the gassiest foods on the planet…” The doctor looked up and down the vile, admiring its rich aura.
“No way, I’m not drinking that…” She replied, shaking her head.
“Oh~ you misunderstand, my dear. You won’t be drinking this…” The doctor lifted up their mask slightly, tilting their head back, they downed the entire vile in one big gulp.
“Whew…” They said, wiping away at their mouth before dropping the mask back down. “That spice has an absolutely lovely kick…”
Slowly, they walked over to Anais, starting to climb over her, their voluptuous rear end hovering over her face.
“What the hell are you doing?!” She snarled, still trying to wriggle out of her bindings.
“I am getting ready to administer your treatment… Despite my methods, please do not resist.”
The plague doctor reached back, moving parts of their robe out of the way. Anais could see a zipper, going right in between the doctor’s large buttcheeks. Slowly, they began to undo the zipper, revealing the doctor’s… lack of undergarments.
Anais was met with a rather unwelcome smell immediately after the zipper opened, the rush of musk so thick it practically slapped her in the face.
“G-get your ass away from me! What the fuck is wrong with– MMPH!”
The doctor sat down hard, forcing Anais face deep within the confines of both their robe and their toxic rear end. Anais struggled immensely as the musky smell invaded her nostrils, unable to escape she had no choice but to inhale it or risk tasting it by trying to breath through her mouth. Cringing as she felt the sweaty, sticky cheeks rubbing along her face.
“Pardon the smell, I’ve been rather busy. Always treating people so I have little spare time to shower…” The plague doctor tightened their mask. “And it gets quite damp in this big leather robe…”
If she wasn’t keeping her mouth shut to try and prevent any loose droplets of sweat getting into her mouth, she’d have come up with some kind of snarky remark. But there were more concerning things floating around in Anais’ mind rather than just the smell.
“Wait… what-what did she say about that bottle of fluid again…?” She thought to herself. It was then she heard the doctor’s guts begin to gurgle.
The doctor’s stomach rumbled.
“No…”
The doctor’s stomach rumbled again.
“Nooo….”
Anais couldn’t tell if it was her own sweat or the doctor’s butt sweat running down her face now, as the constant stomach rumbling was enough of a warning.
“Oh my, your medicine is just about ready my dear…” The doctor adjusted, making sure that their butthole was right on Anais’ nose.
“No, no, no, no!”
“Riiiight there…” They said, sitting back slightly, pushing more of their weight onto Anais’ face.
Anais was in what was probably her idea of the first rings of hell, her nose had sunken completely into the doctor’s foul pucker and she could do nothing but absorb the smell.
Each breath made her gag, the musk alone overwhelming whatever attitude she had.
“Ready my dear…? Not that you have much of a choice in the matter…”
“PFRT!”
A short but spicy fart erupted from the doctor. With nowhere else to go, it was entirely pumped down Anais’ less than happy nostrils.
“MMMPH!”
Anais winced, the smell of the fart combined with the musk of the woman on top of her’s rear was unfathomably bad.
“Huff it all, my dear…” The plague doctor wiggled their butt a little. “Make sure to take all of your medicine.”
“PBBBRRT!”
Another short, bassy fart erupted as Anais shuddered.
“My dear…. If you want this to end quickly, I’d better feel you sniffing up your medicine…”
With seemingly no way out of her situation, she did her best to comply. Reluctantly sniffing away at the woman’s disgusting rear end. Each whiff making her gag and wince as the smell wasn’t just putrid but spicy, she could swear that her nose hairs were beginning to burn.
“Oh my~ That formula of mine sure has plenty of heat on the way out, don’t you think~?”
Anais refused to answer.
“BLRT!”
“Oh~! That one definitely burned a little!”
Rather regrettably, Anais’ nose burned too. Despite it being a short fart, it had plenty of flavor.
The exotic mixture of fruit and spice extracts had become a truly lethal concoction of smell.
The doctor’s stomach rumbled exponentially louder than before. Grabbing their stomach, they fully rested themselves onto Anais’ face. “I sincerely hope you are ready for what’s to come…”
“BLLLOOOOOORRRRRT!!”
“MMMPH! -HURK! MPH! GRK! MMPH!” That last blast sent Anais into a fit of gagging and violently wriggling her head in a rather futile attempt to break free. This last fart wasn’t purely gas but a wet, thick, mist. Being pumped in its entirety through Anais’ nostrils and down her throat. The spicy mist left particles throughout her nose and throat as it made its way in, coating almost her entire insides in a spicy, horrid flavor that was devoid of any pleasantries.
Unfortunately all her struggling exhausted her pretty quickly, without so much as freeing her nose, she was forced to inhale deeply. Practically huffing the doctor’s post-spicy fart intestines.
“BLOORRRRRRPPPPFFFFRRT!”
Right as she inhaled, the doctor let out another blast. The humidity combined with the spice and horrible smell all in Anais’ lungs, coating them almost entirely from the inside with the doctor’s buttstink.
“MMPH! GRK!”
“BFRRRRT!”
Not allowing her to get a single normal breath, the doctor began to pump more and more of their spicy intestinal build up down into Anais poor nostrils. Filling up her lungs and even leaking slightly past that and down her gullet.
“PLRRRRRT!”
“PFRT!”
“BLOORT!”
“BPPPLLOORRRT!”
“PLRRRRRRSHHHT! -SPLAT-!”
The doctor shuddered, not having meant to shart directly into Anais nose.
“MMMMMMPH!” She cried as wet chunks of shit splattered all over her face and down into her nose. Some chunks even getting lodged in her nose hairs. This made the smell and spice intensify somehow even further than it was before, the chunks were coated in capsaicin, no doubt from the doctor’s special concoction. Her nose, her lungs, and her throat burned as if they had been pepper sprayed. Anais was in a constant state of suffering as the heat pulsed in and on her body.
“Oh~!? My apologies, my dear. I didn’t mean for that to happen…” The doctor said, getting up off of her. “Nurse!”
A nurse ran over, dropping everything she was doing to come to the doctor’s call.
“Yes, doctor?”
“Do me a favor…” The doctor bent over, revealing their post-shart butthole. “Lick this clean for me, do mind the taste… it’ll be quite spicy....
“BLRRRRRRT! -SPLAT-”
“…I may have to relieve myself as well…”
“Of course, doctor.”
The nurse removed their face covering. Grabbing the doctor’s waist, she plunged herself in. Working her tongue in and around the doctor’s soiled hole.
“I can’t feed the patient this, I haven’t eaten the proper assortment for my waste to be beneficial to her treatment.”
More nurses ran into the room, the doctor, not missing a beat despite having their asshole cleaned right there in the open, directed all the nurses.
“You, clean her up!”
“You, grab the assortment of ingredients for a proper scat treatment.”
“And finally, you… go get the special tool bag… she’s a feisty one…we’ll need it.”
Anais was in too much of a daze to process what was going on around her. The smell, the pain from all the spice, the sweat… which she wasn’t sure who’s sweat it was, had all wormed their way into the deepest parts of her mind.
“She needs a rest for now… get her to another room and make sure she’s taken care of… her treatments will only get more intense from here…”
PART 2
“Wake up, Anais~”
A voice said, echoing through the confines of her own mind. The voice sounded soft, sweet, but oddly familiar, and it didn’t bring up any warm memories. Only remnants of what she’d thought or rather…hoped, was a dream.
“Anais~ It’s time for your next treatment~”
There it was again, that same voice. Burned into her mind, she recognized it, though unable to associate a face or a name with it.
“Ergh…” Anais groaned as she slowly awoke. Wincing away as a light shined all too brightly above her.
“Would you count that as responsive?”
“Ow…urgh…” She groaned even more, feeling a warm but rubbery hand pinch her cheek.
“She’s responding to pain, she’s awake.”
Groggily, she finally opened her eyes fully, letting them drink in her surroundings.
“Is this…the same nightmare?” She thought to herself.
Her surroundings were dim other than the light above her, the rest of the room being dark with no windows to be seen. With the only other lightsource in the room came from a number of wax candles, their flames flickering dimly in the darkness.
“That…voice…?” Anais thought, still trying to remember the events prior.
It was then the memories started flashing before her eyes. An awful smell, an even worse taste, flashes of being stuck in a damp, musty place, were the only memories coming to mind.
Her eyes went wide as her vision slowly became clearer and clearer as her mind caught up to the sudden influx of information. Fearfully, she looked up to her left, praying it wasn’t who she thought it was.
An all too familiar silhouette, the dark robes, the long bird like beak. Anais could feel the hairs on her skin start to stand on end as she realized where she was and who was standing above her.
The plague doctor.
“Good morning, my dear~”
“Oh god…” Anais thought to herself, seeing the doctor stand above her. “It wasn’t just a nightmare…”
Anais tried to move, finding out that she was once again bound to a dental chair. Desperately, she thrashed around, hoping that at least one of the binds was loose enough to break an arm free.
The nurse grabbed Anais head, holding it still with an almost superhuman strength. “Ma’am, hold still or this will get much worse for you…”
“-sigh- It’s of no use, nurse. This patient has proven to be… defiant…” The doctor said, turning to face Anais. “Just call in the other nurses… we’re going to need help with this one…”
In a matter of seconds, Anais found herself unable to move as several nurses held each of her limbs down and out to her sides.
“She’s restrained? Excellent…” The Doctor waived their wand toward Anais’ face. “Nurses, if you would please administer the first stage…I’m going to go prepare…”
Two nurses walked up to both the left and right of Anais, moving almost in sync.. Their bodies were seemingly perfect in every way, fat in just the right places, curves that would make any man or woman enticed, voluptuous breasts and thick, full asses, leaving nothing up to the imagination. The only thing Anais couldn’t see, their faces. Completely covered from top to bottom, a white medical mask took up most of their face while an old-school nurses hat hid their hair from view.
Twins.
The twin nurses quickly saddled both of Anais’ arms, backing their panty-clad rears up to her face. Anais struggled as the smell was already horrific, the once white panties had become stained and skidmarked, it was as if the stink emanating off of them turned the air itself a dull, stale yellow. Rather quickly, Anais’ struggling died down as it only made her have to breathe heavier, resulting in an even greater intake of the nurses’ musk.
Anais could only whimper, looking to her left or right would leave her face first in one of the nurses sweaty, unwashed asses.
“PFFRT!”
“PFFT!”
“GRK! -cough–”
The twin nurses let out two small farts simultaneously, timing it almost perfectly with Anais’ breathing.
“PFFRRT!”
“PPLLRRT!”
The nurses would soon barrage Anais face with putrid ass gas, never allowing a single molecule of untainted air to come anywhere near Anais’ nostrils. Unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, the gas was unbelievably thick, wafting over her face like a thick, coastal fog.
“HRK! -cough- GRK! -cough-” She coughed again, only to be forced to intake more and more of the nurses’ letha buttstink.
“PFFLLRRT!”
“PBBRRT!”
“PsSsHHhH!”
“Ple–HRK!-ease! -GRK! S-s-stop! GLK!” Anais pleaded, trying to extract the smallest bit of mercy from the so-called “nurses.”
Her cries would fall on deaf ears. Slowly, a hand reached down, forcefully turning Anais’ head to both the left and right, in sync with the nurses’ intestinal outbursts.
“PSSSHHH!”
“BPPLLRRRT!”
“BBBRRRRAAAAP!”
“PRRRPRT!”
“W-Why…? HRK! -gasp- GLRK! W-w-w-hy… -gasp- ACK! A-are…you…GRLK!...doing this to…-cough- me…?”
To her dismay, the nurses ignored her sad pleas, chatting amongst themselves.
“Whew~! What does the doctor put in those medicine vials?” One said, rubbing her butt. “My butt is on fire right now!”
“Hell if I know…but I’m…Hnngh!”
“PPFFFBLORT!”
The other nurse's sentence would be interrupted by a loud, wet fart.
“Ugh…that one really stunk… I’m super bloated right now…” She finished, letting out another lethal dose of “medicine.”
“PSSHHRRRT!”
“Sniff, girl…” One nurse said, grabbing Anais head and shoving her face into the other’s ass. “This is just the first stage of your treatment…this’ll be like smelling flowers compared to the next stage…”
Unfortunately for her, the nurse was right. After a few more minutes of inhaling the non stop gas from the two nurses, the plague doctor returned, her stomach grumbling in anger over what she had just ingested.
“Whew… -grumble- Nurses, is the patient ready for the second stage?” The doctor said, moving to the operating chair, standing just above Anais’ head.
“Yes doctor, though she was hesitant to sniff up her medicine…”
“Is that so…? No matter, she won’t have to sniff this next stage, will she…?” The doctor asked, rhetorically.
Looking up in a sight daze, her vision blurred from the thick fog of gas still hovering around her. Despite the doctor’s mask, Anais could have sworn that the doctor was smiling with an unbelievably sadistic grin.
“Hold her, girls~!” The doctor said, turning around.
As the nurses quickly took an even tighter, more involved hold, on Anais’ body, she looked up. Her body tensed and her eyes went wide as she was greeted with the same, horrifying view. The plague doctor’s butt flap being slowly lowered, revealing the steaming, musky butt, the familiar stench making Anais start to panic.
“N-no! Please! Not that!” She pleaded, uselessly trying to wriggle against the nurses’ iron grip. “Not again! Anything but that! Ple–Agh! AAhhhh!”
One of the nurses grabbed Anais’ chin, forcing her mouth to stay held open as the doctor slowly lowered their bare ass down onto it, positioning her butthole so that it would land right into Anais’ mouth.
“Oh, it won’t be the same treatment, my dear~” The doctor said, giggling sadistically. “This is going to be more effective, I promise! However…it may be less…pleasant, smell… and taste wise…”
Before Anais could protest further, the doctor sat down, her butthole sitting right in Anais mouth.
The smell was far more intense than it was prior and the taste…indescribably worse.
“GRK!” MMRGH!” Anais gagged, her body trying to reject everything about what she was experiencing.
As she struggled and convulsed, she could feel the doctor start to get more annoyed.
“Anais…” The doctor said, her voice becoming extremely stern. “Do you want to be released from this hospital…? Lick for your response…”
“She wants me to…?”
Seeing no other option, Anais hesitantly ran her tongue as quickly as she could over the doctor’s butthole. Unintentionally digging through a few greasy hairs, the unwashed musky fibers sticking to her tongue, forcing her to gag again.
“I see…” The doctor said, shuddering from Anais lick. “Then you… will take your medicine either willingly or we can resort to less civil means…is that what you want…?”
Upon hearing this, Anais let her body relax as much as it allowed her, trying not to anger the doctor further.
“Relaxing now? Good.”
The doctor let more of her weight rest on Anais, her face sinking a little bit deeper into the musky abyss. A few of the doctor’s butthole hairs now firmly resting on the insides of her mouth.
“HISSSPHRRT!”
A warm cloud of gas quickly exited the doctor’s soiled pucker, blowing up Anais’ cheeks like a balloon.
“MMPH! -gulp- GRK!”
To the dismay of her taste buds, Anais was forced to swallow with an audible gulp, doing her best to fight off her gag reflex in an effort not to anger the doctor any further.
“PFFRT!”
“HISSSFFRRRT!”
“BFFFRRRAAP!”
Several farts were released into her mouth in quick succession, each one having its own distinct flavor, all equally as horrible as each other. Each blast being forcefully swallowed by the reluctant forced recipient underneath.
“PPFFRT!”
“”PLLLRRFFFFTT!”
“PSHRT!”
“BLORT!”
After another round of “treatment,” a short, dreadfully wet fart spurted into Anais’ mouth. A number of wet, sticky particles spewed into Anais mouth, sticking to the sides of her mouth and latching onto her tongue, making her gag uncontrollably despite her best efforts to fight it. On top of the already awful flavor, these particles burned with an unfathomable amount of spice, an all too familiar side effect of the doctor’s concoctions.
“Oop~! Do me a favor, my dear Anais… lick that up for me will you~?” The doctor asked, wiggling their post-shart butthole in Anais mouth.
“MMPH!?”
Hesitantly, Anais brought her tongue up. As it touched the soiled, greasy butthole, she recoiled from the awful taste.
“I felt that, my dear~ Go on~”
Anais raised her tongue again, licking away at her captor’s butthole as fast as she could, trying to avoid letting her tongue soak in their filth for too long. The doctor only moaned as she lapped away like an animal given water.
“HRK!” She gagged as her tongue dug into the center of the doctor’s reeking anal hole, releasing some particles of shart that didn’t make it out from the last pungent discharge.
“Mmm~ Good patient…lick it all up now… the next stage is almost ready…”
As much as Anais wanted to fight it, she soldiered on, continuing to lap away at the doctor’s filth. The speckles of shit absorbed into her saliva and slowly made their way down her throat and into her stomach. Her own stomach grumbling as it didn’t agree with anything she was being fed.
“Oooh~! Looks like the treatment is finally working~!” The doctor said, reaching down. Slowly, she lifted up Anais' shirt, gently caressing her stomach. “Starting to feel bloated, my dear? That’s okay~ You’re supposed to.”
“What…?” Anais asked herself, still lapping away. “What did she mean by that…?”
The doctor began massaging Anais’ stomach, seemingly trying to push something out.
“What is she…? Hrrrng…”
“PFFFFBLORT!”
Anais inexplicably let out one of the loudest farts of the night, shocking even some of the nurses. “HRMPH?!” She gasped, as she felt both her legs forcefully spread open. She couldn’t see it but she could definitely feel a pair of hands tugging away at her patient gown, pushing it to the side as she could feel what felt like breath around her butthole.
A nose.
One of the nurses had made their way down, sniffing Anais’ post fart butthole.
“Whew~” The nurse exclaimed, reaching a hand down into her own panties to pleasure herself, she sniffed and sniffed.
“PFFRT!”
She sniffed again as the doctor continued to massage Anais’ stomach, forcing out another small fart.
“Mmm~ -sniff- Delicious~!” The nurse said, actively digging her nose into Anais’ butt. “I think she’s ready for the third stage~!”
“Excellent~! Hailey, Hannah!” The doctor exclaimed, pointing her wand at the two nurses still straddling Anais arms. “Give our patient an air supply, if you please.”
“With pleasure~” The two said, their voices unsettlingly in sync.
The doctor scooted forward just a smidge, enough for Anais to be able to see again, but with her butthole still in Anais’ mouth. Anais looked up, tears running down her cheeks as she saw the twin nurses. Their rears were mere inches away from her face, their skirts pushed up, panties down, their buttholes exposed and reeking for the world to see. Each one grabbed a tube, inserting one end into each of their buttholes, and slowly, every so slowly, bringing them right up to Anais’ nose.
Anais looked in fear, swearing that she could see a thick green mist coming out of one and a disgusting yellow mist coming out of the other. Wriggling her head in protest, her pleas only coming out as muffled moans.
“Awww… she’s scared…” Nurse Hailey said, before inserting her tube into Anais’ right nostril.
“She’ll learn to love it~” Nurse Hannah replied to her sister, laughing sadistically before inserting her butt tube into Anais’ left nostril.
“Almost time for your third and final treatment for today, my dear~! Though it will be the least pleasant, I assure you…though you may not understand our methods, this will cure your disease…just one last step…” The doctor said, motioning her wand towards another nurse.
The nurse quickly ran over, pulling out a bottle of medical glue. Taking out a small brush, she slathered the nostril tubes and proceeded to coat where Anais’ lips met the doctor’s butthole, perfectly sealing all of the “treatment” inside.
Unable to protest further, her “treatment” started.
“PFFRRRT!”
“PLLFRRT!”
The two nurses quickly let out a number of thick, spicy farts in rapid succession, practically nonstop, into each of Anais’ poor nostrils. The two flavors of gas quickly made their way through the tubes, practically burning her nose hairs as she was forced to inhale.
The doctor, however, was straining.
Realizing what was about to happen, Anais could only brace as she felt the doctor’s sphincter finally loosen, opening the floodgates to an unholy tsunami of thick, runny, human sludge.
Like a burst pipe, it quickly flooded her mouth and into her throat, filling up every last bit of space it could.
Anais felt as if she were in some deeper circle of hell as the treatment continued. Her senses in complete agony, the smell from the twin nurses’ gas, one sour, the other meaty, the tingly, pleasurable feeling of another nurse’s tongue lapping away at her butthole, and worst of all, the sludge. Everything about it was horrible, the heat of it as it exited another woman’s body, the crackling noise she could hear coming from the Doctor’s butthole as it expunged the disgusting substance, and the worst yet, the spicy, meaty, and sour taste of it as it entered and filled every inch of her mouth, wincing as it flowed down her throat and into her stomach.
Her cries and pleas abated into nothing but uncontrollable gagging and choking. The writhing and struggling had ceased into her just twitching every so often. Unfortunately for her, passing out was a mercy that would not be granted, an adrenaline was mixed into the tonic water being pumped into her from an iv bag, keeping her awake and actively conscious of everything happening to her. Worse still, within her view was an old clock, meaning she would know exactly how long she would suffer for.
Seconds passed.
Minutes passed.
Each one spent in complete suffering.
After thirty minutes that felt like an eternity, the bitter, disgusting gut sludge finally subsided and the gas waned, giving Anais a much needed break. Though her relief wouldn’t last for long, as she heard the grumbling stomachs of the doctor and twins.
“Sorry, my dear… we’ve only gone through one of three vials, I hope you’re ready to continue~!”
It appeared that her treatment was still far from over.