The Clinic.


Sighing, Issac put the mop away. His hair, normally curly almost to the point of afo, now hung lank, draped over his shoulders and sweating back. He had just finnished cleaning up after Ms Milligan a 14 ft tall crocodiless, aligatoress, he reminded himself, it didn't matter much either way but he remembered what happened to the last guy who called her a crocodile. Shuddering at the memory he wiped as much urine off his wetsuit, the conventional uniform for a doctor, sat down in his chair and flipped on the computer, reaching out he began to type on the larger than normal keyboard, feeling the usual sensation of being slightly shrunk. Despite being the best doctor in the surgery he still wasn't granted human sized aparatus and working in a clinic for anthro's meant his 5"9 was tiny in comparison to the other doctors, who ranged from 8-20 feet tall, as a result he often felt like a child in an adults world, the clinics computers for example were three times larger than his set at home.
Shrugging off the feeling he began to type up his latest patients report. 
"Ms Jannet Milligan, 32, complaints of inability to urinate and...Issac smiled slightly as he recalled her exact wording...a 'stretched' feeling, abdomin showed signs of distention and further investigation revealed a foreign body lodged within urethral tract, patient has no knowledge of insertion, object was removed without complication and patient was discharged"
As usual Issac was bending the truth a little, all the doctors did it, partly to maintain patients dignity and largely to keep a sembalance of formality, plus it prevented awkward embarrassments when reading papers at conferences. Jannet had in fact made several trips to the clinic of recent years for similar 'problems', she was, for lack of a better word, a slut, she spent plenty of time drinking with her friends and accepting lewd sexual dares, plenty of which she herself suggested and usually involved insertion of something into one or more orafices. this instance however was an accident, albeit a pleasant one for her, she had dared someone to fit as many things as possible inside their vagina, when her friends declined, she took her own dare, and decided to use her favourite toys, nearby people. In her frenzy, the first guy she grabbed went headlong into her urethra instead of into her womb, typical of Jannet, she didn't notice, shoved him clean out of sight and moved on. The people that went where they should were let out later (6 she bragged in the clinic to Issac, he laughed, then politely declined when she offered to show him how deep she was, he knew how forgetful she was and didn't intend to spend the rest of that day inside her), it was only later when she couldn't pee she realised what had happened. 4 days after the incident she came in to see Issac and he spent the better part of an hour shoulder deep in her urethra, chin pressed tightly against her moist flesh, before he managed to extract the unfortunate soul (Issac didn't care to check whether the pressure, lack of air or urine had got to him first, and he suspected a combination of all 3) along with a torrent of urine.

Finishing the gator's report he mopped up a little of the urine with a nearby towel, made himself slightly more presentable (not that it mattered, humans were largely considered excrement-in-waiting anyway) and thumbed a large red button that told the secretary to send in the next patient. Moments later Mrs Jones strode in "hello doctor, how are you?" sniffing the air slightly "oh dear, I hope that gator didn't try to mark you as her territory did she?" at 10ft tall the Elephant still had to bend down to look Issac in the eye, but at least he wasn't staring at her groin when they both stood up.
"please have a seat Mrs Jones, occupation and age please"
blushing slightly "don't you know it's rude to ask a woman's age? and please drop the formality Issac" of course he knew her, she had been flaunting herself at him in every possible way since he joined, she was a nurse in one of the other sections, on the rare occasions she actually asked him out he always artfully avoided it, "you're married" (not that her husband would mind, they were both as bad as each other) or "we're just too different", once he did mention her age, she was 64 this year, of course her response was to bend down, giving Issac a shot straight down her cleavage and challenge him to say she was too wrinkly to date, Issac had swiftly made excuses to leave before his body betrayed him, 40 years difference or not, she was still a very sexy woman. His refusals didn't stop her in the slightest though, and during his six months at the clinic he had felt the insides of just about all her orafices. Issac hadn't seen her for nearly a month through, his own doing, during a routine gynocology exam he was unnerved by her moans, then, later that day when he heard her talking to some of the other nurses about how to get him alone he decided it wouldn't be wise to bump into her out of work, he had a fair idea what being alone with Amber Jones would entail, and he had no desire to test his theory.
"sorry Amber, habit, you know?" she grinned at him the way he expected a crocodile to grin at it's dinner and nodded, eye's never leaving him"umm, I, err, so, what's the problem?" stuttering, put off slightly by her smile
"oh, constipation 'doctor'" she practically sighed the word doctor "I haven't...gone...for a few days, could you take a look" Issac gulped and sighed inwardly, of course it would be her bowels, it's the only hole she hasn't got him inside of yet.
"have you attempted to fix the problem yourself" getting out of the chair he lead Amber into a side-room, essentially a giant bathtub that doubled as a waste desposal designed to remove fece's, urine, undigested 'food' and the unlucky person, every now and then.
"well, I sent a plumber down to have a look, but he didn't fix it, he's probably part of the problem now"
"Amber! you know you're not allowed to digest the public services" fixing a carbon-fiber, teflon coated diamond rope around one ankle, the other end was embedded securely to a lump in the floor, it was neigh impossible to break, additionally there was only 10 feet of rope, insuring even if a 'patient' sat on top of the lump, the doctor wouldn't reach the stomach.
"well it wasn't intentional, I took anti-digestion pills, but if he couldn't clear it it's his fault" even though Issac doubted she would try to digest him, he wans't going to take any chances, many of his predecessors had neglected the rope, only to have a 'placid' patient turn them into an easy snack. Plus the rope meant she could just walk out with him, and he was fairly certain she would if the opportunity arose.
"hmmm, well, please remove your shorts and underwear" trying, and failing, to giggle like a schoolgirl (Issac still felt a twinge of heat flush his cheeks) Amber turned round, making a striptease out of simply stepping out of her denim shorts, bending over, she gave him a good shot of her engorged labia, Issac briefly wondered if she had gone commando before she hooked her thumbs into the strings of her thong and pulled down, the crotch of her panties sliding out from their hiding place between her lips, casually flicking her clothes out the door with her trunk she stood up
"now what doctor?" Issac closed his eyes, counting to ten, refusing to give in, repressing his dicks urge to swell up and show just how much of an effect the grandmother had on him.
"stand here, thank you. Ok now bend over, hold onto the bars if it helps" sighing in relief he saw Ambers anus, it looked far too small to take anything more than his arm.
Scooping a handful of KY jelly out of a nearby tub he began to slather his arm "oh don't bother, I..'filled up' before I came" Issac's jaw dropped as her anus gaped open, suddenly looking more like a drain than a tightly puckered anus. A glob of thick, clear, liquid oozed out before her hole squeezed shut, flexing her remarkably muscular thighs Issac watched as her buttocks pressed together, lube oozing out, oiling her up.
He deposited the KY back into the tub and walked up to her rear, "ok, just relax for me ma'am, and spread your legs a bit please" the elephant looked coyly over her shoulder at him, before placing her feet much wider apart. Issac gulped audiably at her buttocks parted, revealing a moist vagina and above it, a slightly open pucker, liquid oozing gently out of it. Issac pressed one finger into the black hole amidst the grey skin. His finger slid in to the knuckle without even touching the ring of her anus, pressing gently his fist slid in after with a wet splorp, her anus clenched briefly around his wrist before relaxing, feeling much like an wristband. Issac noticed the liquid inside was very hot and realised she must have had her 'lube enema' quite awhile ago, which meant she had be preparing for this, a sudden sense of fear overcame him and he was tempted to pull out and run away. A noise, which he interpreted as a gunt of mild discomfort at the intrusion knocked this feeling out of him, "she's just a horny old woman Issac get a grip" he told himself. Slowly he slid his fist deeper, expecting to discover the blockage all the time. As he watched his elbow slid through the grey flesh he realised how loose her rectum was, it was now wrapped around his bicep, no tighter than when it was around his wrist. "how you doing there Amber?" he called out, as much for his own comfort as for hers
"fine Issac" getting a twinge of cramp in his clenched hand he quickly opened it, causing Amber to squeal with laughter "oh that tickles! The blockage feels deeper though"
Grimacing, he lined up his other hand and slide that in with just as little effort as the first. He pressed further in, until his nose was only inches from her widely stretched pucker, the viscous fluid oozing out between his arms and dripping down his front. Still feeling nothing, he steeled himself and pressed forward, Amber's pucker slide smoothly up his arms, he felt it brush the back of his head and ooze gently over his nose, as his ears sunk into the darkness he heard Amber mutter "oh yeah! scratch that itch baby!".
Connecting this with the distinct lack of any kind of constipation Issac realised she was probably lying, "Amber, I can't feel anything, I'm going to pull out, tr-" Amber shuffled and he slid in a few more inches, suddenly finding himself with a mouthful of elephant sphincter. "pardon? what was that" Amber straightened up sharply, more fluid slopped out as her anus flexed open, swallowed Issacs chin, and settled neatly around his armpits, her buttocks coming back together surrounded him from the chest up. Issac struggled frantically in his new prison for a moment, causing Amber to squeal with delight, before remembering the implant, all doctors were reccommended to have the implant, it made breathing unneccessary by absorbing and compressing enough oxygen to survive several days, for the occassions when 'patients' came in looking for a meal to go.
Finally getting hold of himself, Issac tried to ease himself back out when he felt warm liquid soaking his body, then, starting at his fingertips, he felt the walls of her bowels press and squash around him. Until now he had been imersed from the shoulders up in whatever lubricant Amber had decided to bring, but for some reason Amber had just relaxed and let all the lube pour out and over him. The image of a snake's throat pulling it's meal in flashed through his mind as her rectum squelched warmly around him, wrapping around his nose, gripping his fingertips.
Amber turned and looked at herself in the full body mirror behind her, grinning wickedly at the smaller man hanging from between her buttocks, feet only barely touching the floor as her 'special' lubricant oozed down his legs, pooling at her doctors feet. Feeling pretty annoyed and rather foolish, he had after all, been tricked armpit deep into a pensioner's rectum. he began to ease himself back out when he sudden found himself sliding very fast up into a remarkably clean large intestine. Issac heard a loud wet slap as Amber's bum smacked into the pool of sticky liquid as she heavily fell on her rear end. Cradling her now distended abdomin Amber apologised "sorry hun, I slipped on the floor" although her voice sounded sincere, her face and dripping vulva gave her away. Inside, Issac was already dripping with sweat, he could feel her arms pressing gently, her hot intestinal walls squeezing him not so gently, soft ripples tugging at him, inviting him even deeper within. Her anus clenched tightly around his knee's, at his fingertips, he could feel the bend in her intestines, and was silently thankful she was so big, were she smaller, Issac would have found himself contorted through a series of ever more frequent twists of intestines, potentially even forced into her small intestines.
"Jokes over now Amber, let me out now, I have real patients to see!"
"hey! I'm not kidding, I havn't been for a week! you're just. Not. Deep. Enough" leaning forwards slightly she hooked her fingers under Issac's feet and, relaxing her muscles, begin to slide him deeper.
As he felt himself push up through the fleshy tube he prepared himself for the unpleasant bends that were to follow. His hands slid round the bend. And bumped into something soft and warm, caught off guard, he struggled frantically as Amber continued to push him in. As her anus settle around his ankles, his fingers slowly sliding into the mess, he finds his voice "Amber stop! I've found it, stop! Amber!"
Outside, Amber is lost in her own bliss, sitting on the floor she leans back slightly as her hands slide down around the lumpy, squirming, belly to her dripping sex. Groaning, she thrusts her fingers inside, rocking back and forth, grinding the base of her pussy against Issac's toes. Rolling forwards onto her knees Amber continues to delve inside herself with one hand, while the other hand reaches underneath and scratches at Issac's feet. Extremely ticklish, Issac is unable to stop himself squirming and laughing, as he thrashes he accidentally loosens the huge, soft, mess in front of him, by the time he realises, it's oozing around his elbows "Ah-A-Amber!" he yells through tears of unwilling laughter "Stah-Stop! let me ah-ah-Out!"
Amber isn't listening, or caring, she stopped rubbing herself to better tickle Issac, the sensation of him thrashing through her guts far more intense than anything she could do to herself. Her exctasy mounts and mounts until, with a window-shatter scream, she presses on his heels, forcing him a few more inches deeper and orgasms. All her muscles tense up, her anus clenches tightly and, with a lewd Schlorp, suck his feet the rest of the way in, clamping down around her fingers.
Sliding her fingers out with wet sucking noises she plops down onto her bottom amids her own pussy juice and the unnamed lube, which looks awfully similar to her juices. Sighing, she revels in the sensations of her body, her twitching vagina, flexing anus, the sweat dripping off her hard nipples. "time to come home with me 'doctor" she mumbles to her squirming belly.
Climbing to her feet she walks to the door, after a few steps though, Issacs slimey feet slop out her backdoor, grunting slightly, she clenches, expecting him to slide back in, and is suprised when he doesn't shift an inch. Turning round, she remembers the rope, pulled taunt from it's concrete bedding to Issacs new home. "you are just too smart for your own good hon'" Scowling slightly she walks to the center of the room, Issac slurping back up out of sight as soon as there's enough slack in the rope. Lying on her stomach, deliberately squashing Issac in his fleshy prison, she drifts into sleep, feeling the huge shape of Issac slide deeper inside.
After half an hour the strange sensation of the rope tugging around her insides woke her, Issac had been moved so deep within that there was only a few inches of the bright yellow rope visible, straining against it's bedding. "hrmm, Time to come out Issac", sighing, Amber relaxed and slowly pulled herself across the greasy floor on her stomach, the taunt rope extracting the unfortunate doctor as she pulled herself off him. Issac would have breathed a sigh of relief if there was any air, his hands and forearms had been inside the crushingly tight small intestines for over 10 mintues and he was worried Amber had found a way to cut the rope. As he began sliding back up and around the various bends he started twitching slightly again, his own body eager to be back in the open air. Amber did her best to ignore the delightful vibrations, if someone came to check on them and found her like this she would be in rather alot of trouble, and continued slowly dragging herself off of Issac. Eventually she felt his feet pressing against the inside of her anus, climbing to her feet she squatted and began to bear down, literally shitting him out.
Issac felt his feet pop out into the chilly air, Ambers anus clenching lightly around his ankles, before her walls rippled again squeezing him out.
Amber bent over slightly, looking between her legs, watching as her doc' slid back into the cold, cold world, and was mildly suprised to see a pair of feet and calves protuding from a large log of fece's. Grasping the clean, and still slippy, ankles, she tugged, pulling the rest of him out of her hole in a few seconds, like unplugging a cork, the rest of the blockage quickly followed Issac.
Pulling handfuls of unmentionable matter off of him, Issac near enough climbed out of a bed of excrement. He turned round to give Amber a piece of his mind just in time to see her point the shower nozzle at him and hit the on button, before his vision was filled with a jet of warm water.
Several minutes later when she deemed him suitably clean, Amber turned off the hose and walked back over to him, physically wincing as he opened his mouth. Instead of words, a different voice groaned as he opened his mouth, as one, the pair turned, shocked, towards the middle of the room. Atop a massive pile of fecal matter, lay a portly man, clad in partially dissolved clothes
"oh oops!" amber blushed, embarrassed
"ah, I see the plumber survived"
Trotting over she picked up the groggy man, who was, already concious enough to recognise Amber
"you fucking bitch! I can't belive you ate me! god am I gonna sue yo-" the rest of his sentence died in his throat as he saw Amber grinning at him the way a cat does a mouse
"what the hell're you lookin' at me for?" Amber gripped his chest in one hand, ankles in the other and bent over, guiding him between her legs and pressing his feet into her filthy asshole. Issac stood agape, watching the spectacle in a cross between horror and lust
"don't you dare!" in seconds she slid him waist deep, thinking remarkably fast, he braced his hands against her soft buttocks, pushing, desperately trying to escape. Amber curved her back, reaching behind herself and grabbing the plumbers shoulders, sliding him slowly, but inexortably deeper. Credit to the plumber, at one point he succeeded in extracting himself a few inches, Issac took one look at how coated in shit he was, how caked her insides must be, and decided there and then not to help, if only to avoid a second trip up there. Ambers anus settled briefly around his armpits, forcing his arms to flop uselessly above his head. Finally the plumber noticed Issac "for the love of god HELP ME!, oh god get me out" amber groaned as his chin slipped out of sight "oh god, oh god, oh god no! Please! I have money! Anything! Please just no!" the rest of the plumbers plea's were lost as his mouth and head quickly slid from sight. With nothing to push Amber grabbed her buttocks, pulling them wide to give Issac the best view. The plumbers arm's spread her ass open and, between them, Issac fancied he could see the top of the plumber's head in the darkness, slowly slipping deeper as her anus clenched and relaxed, sucking his arms in inch by inch. Soon only two hands were visible slapping at her buttocks, trying to grab something, anything. Then, only eight fingers, hanging onto the rim of her anus for dear life. With a cute little fart, they too were gone and Ambers anus once again looked small and tight, so much that Issac could almost pretend he hadn't just witnessed what he had.
Looking over her shoulder Amber fluttered her eyelashes at him and giggled in a way that was both sexy and menacing "what plumber?"

Amber dressed and pulled her shoes back on. The whole time Issac couldn't take his eyes off her slightly shaking belly, to an unknowing observer, she might look pregnant, the shakes nothing more than a restless child. Walking over to him, Amber hugged Issac, her breasts resting lightly on his head, his ear pressed into her belly. Issac's blood ran cold as he heard faint screams from within.
"thanks for the help doc'" and then, as though nothing abnormal had happened, Amber turned and sasheyed out of the room, once again the sexy, yet somehow sinister, elderly woman.
Issac sighed 'just another day at work' he thought as he turned to his computer to type up the last report of the day.