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Ginny’s Incontinence Procedure — Part 2
🕑 Added 2022-12-28 01:00:01 +0000 UTC
The following story contains adult content and is intended only for adult readers over the age of 18. Any characters depicted in adult situations are over the age of 18. This story is entirely fictional and has been written and shared for entertainment purposes only.
As I helped the nurses roll Ginny’s gorgeous, unconscious, naked body over on the table, I admired her beautiful, perfectly plump bottom in a state of near-reverence.
I placed my hand on her naked butt-cheek and gave it a gleeful, healthy squeeze. Then a playful spank, causing the nurses around me to join me in letting out a giggle.
I thought back to the conversation Ginny had during her consultation exam with my wonderful head nurse and closest accomplice, Nurse Sunshine.
It was in no small part due to Nurse Sunshine’s keen patient-handling skills that made this next phase of my darling Little Ginny’s incontinence surgery, possible…
* * *
“In addition to the urinary incontinence you mentioned, have you ever had any incidents of fecal incontinence?” Nurse Sunshine asked a red-faced Ginny during her pre-operation consultation and exam.
“No,” Ginny answered shyly.
Nurse Sunshine, as she liked to introduce herself to patients, sensed a moment of hesitation from Ginny and seized on it.
“Never?” she asked.
Ginny shook her head.
“You know, the reason we ask is that urinary incontinence and fecal incontinence can be more related than people think. Are you sure you’ve never experienced any BM related issues?” Nurse Sunshine pressed.
“No, no. Well, I mean… no, no definitely not. Nothing serious, at least,” Ginny answered, staring into her lap as she blushed even redder.
“It’s okay, dear, you can be honest with me. I’m your nurse,” Nurse Sunshine coaxed, putting her hand on Ginny’s knee. “We just want to help you. But in order to do that, you need to be honest with us. Have you ever lost control of your bowels in any circumstance that you can remember? Even a little bit? It sounds like you have.”
“Well… everyone’s had a bad tummy ache here and there. Or food poisoning. Certainly nothing I would call… ‘incontinence’. No, I would say I’ve definitely never been incontinent when it comes to going… you know…”
“Going poop?” Nurse Sunshine pressed.
Ginny blushed, nodding again.
Nurse Sunshine eyed Ginny over her clipboard as Ginny sat on the exam table, naked except for the hospital gown she had been asked to change into.
“I know, dear, it can be hard enough to open up about peepee troubles. Let alone poopy trouble. But don’t worry, that’s why I’m here to help you through the consult,” Nurse Sunshine said, purposefully using infantilizing language in the moment of her patient’s vulnerability and clear embarrassment.
Then, acting fast, Nurse Sunshine walked over to Ginny’s pile of folded clothes. Before Ginny could possibly react, Nurse Sunshine pulled out Ginny’s panties that the young woman had clearly deliberately hidden in the pile.
“Hey wait—“ Ginny yelped in shock.
“Oh, sweetie!” Nurse Sunshine frowned, holding up the young woman’s panties for them both to see. “These are some serious poopy skid marks! Why didn’t you mention you were having such serious bowel incontinence?”
“Wha—I—uh—but—well—” Ginny stammered in horror, her face burning bright red.
“Oh, honey, it’s okay,” Nurse Sunshine said, shaking her head and putting the panties back. “I know it’s hard to talk about. That’s why we like to do the old ‘hold ‘em up to the light’ test. To make it easier on patients like yourself having a hard time opening up about their fecal incontinence. The good news is that the doctor is just as experienced surgically fixing ‘back door’ accidents as she is at addressing ‘front door’ accidents,” Nurse Sunshine said with a wink and a smile, rapidly scribbling down notes on her clipboard.
“No, no, you don’t understand!” Ginny pleaded. “I don’t need anything like that. Like I said, I’m not… what did you say… fecally incontinent? It’s not like I poop my pants or anything like that! The doctor doesn’t need to do anything about any of that. I don’t want to do anything involving my… ahem… ‘backdoor’.”
Nurse Sunshine looked up at Ginny for a moment. Then frowned. “Oh, sweetie. I know it’s hard to admit you need help. But I’m telling you right now, those poopy stains we both just looked at are not normal.”
Ginny blushed bright red, too flabbergasted and humiliated to speak.
Of course, the truth was, the occasional stain in someone’s underpants is hardly anything to worry about. Most women’s underpants took on discharge or period stains as par for the course anyway. And having the occasional BM leakage or even minor BM accident from an upset stomach was hardly cause for surgical intervention.
But Nurse Sunshine knew it was important to me that we convince our prospective patient to also agree to fecal incontinence corrective measures, in addition to the urinary incontinence corrective measures she signed up for.
Pulling Ginny’s underpants out of the pile was somewhat of a calculated gamble on Nurse Sunshine’s part. When she saw the way that Ginny had hid her underpants from view in her pile of clothes, it was a strong indicator there was something to hide. And even then, Nurse Sunshine’s reaction to the underwear, more than the actual visibility of any stains themselves, was what really sold the act.
Fortunately for me and Nurse Sunshine, the gambit paid off. Although it still took a little more convincing from Nurse Sunshine to seal the deal.
“Look, hon, I know this isn’t exactly what you came in for, and I totally understand why you would be nervous to accept help fixing your BM issues. Because it means admitting you have a fecal incontinence problem. And admitting you have a problem with pooping your pants is scary.
“After all, it no doubt makes you feel extremely humiliated to feel like a poorly potty-trained toddler again. Because even though urinary incontinence is relatively common, typically only babies poop their pants.
“But from what the doctor showed me of your charts, it’s likely that both your urinary and fecal incontinence have a similar neurological, psycho-physio muscular-degenerative cause.
“And I know this is hard to hear, but if you don’t get this incipient fecal incontinence issue fixed, it’s only going to get worse. And I promise you, if you thought a small dark pee spot on the front of your jeans here and there is embarrassing, a big brown, hefty, stinky, swampy poop mess in the back of your jeans is infinitely worse.
“So please, honey, I urge you. We can only give you free incontinence correction once. So if you have any issues with involuntary stool release at all. Or any reason to worry at all, please, just get that part of the procedure done as well,” Nurse Sunshine said. “After all, better safe than sorry, right? And all you have to do is sign here to agree.”
Ginny looked up at Nurse Sunshine, then looked down at the additional consent form.
With bright red cheeks, she reluctantly picked up the pen and signed her name, clearly deeply ashamed to face the fact that her incontinence issue was apparently even more embarrassing than she thought going in. But she was admittedly partially relieved to be getting it taken care of now, as well, before it got worse.
Nurse Sunshine smiled with satisfaction as she watched the young woman voluntarily consent to the fecal incontinence surgery. She knew I would be proud.
And I was proud.
In fact, I had watched the entire pre-op exam taking place through the various hidden cameras in our exam room. And I couldn’t help but grin at just how perfectly my plans for Ginny were going.
Now, I was getting to perform that bowel/rectal corrective procedure Ginny had naively consented to, and I couldn’t have been more excited…
* * *
With the unconscious Ginny turned over on the exam table, I began work on what would be the ‘rear’ of the poor girl’s induced incontinence treatment.
But first, I couldn’t help but still take another moment to admire the young woman’s beautiful naked bottom. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to spend the rest of my life caring for those gorgeous, perfect ass cheeks. Ideally with a baby wipe, diaper cream, and talcum powder, multiple times per day…
I shook my head, pushing my overpowering horny fantasies out of my mind, and returned my focus to the task before me.
When it came to inducing fecal incontinence, obviously there would be no way to implement a simple stent, like I did with the bladder and urinary tract to prevent the patient’s bladder sphincter from closing.
That’s because the anus is inherently designed to expand substantially when passing stool. A simple small tube wouldn’t be adequate.
The only way to subject the patient to a prolonged, continuous, forced opening of their anus, resulting in genuine fecal incontinence, was with a hollow butt plug of some sort, capable of staying in the bottom and keeping it open.
And while I’ve certainly enjoyed experimenting with implementing hollow butt plugs with kinky playmates (or occasionally even very unlucky experimental patients), their purpose and function were essentially impossible to hide from those subjected to it.
After all, a butt plug was big, obvious, and unignorable to the patient who had to walk around with it shoved up and spreading open their bottom. And if the butt plug had a hole in it, it was hard to convince the patient that they were the ones responsible for any fecal ‘accidents’, as it were.
However, through my research and experimentation, I managed to devise a special device that accomplished a very similar outcome to a hollow butt plug. And the beauty was, with this device, the patient hardly knew any device had been secured in them at all.
The anal device consisted of a small cylinder, divided into two pieces, each made from a combination of hyper-soft, hi-tech, medical-grade silicone and plastic. When the two pieces were joined together, they formed a rudimentary hollow rod about half an inch thick, one inch long, and tapered on both ends.
It wasn’t terribly dissimilar from a butt plug, except that it was much smaller and more precise, tapered on both ends to perfectly sit right inside the patient’s anus without intruding into the rectum, as a butt plug did.
I held the specially crafted anal cylinder in my hand, admiring its simplicity and beauty for a moment. Then, I lubed the finger on my other hand and fearlessly plunged my gloved digit deep into Ginny’s anus.
I took my time, gently working Ginny’s anus open wider and wider with my index finger, before adding a second finger to work her back door open even more.
Was I enjoying myself as I worked? Yes. But that was purely incidental to the procedure.
After a few minutes, when I determined her beautiful, perky butthole had been lubed and loosened enough, I began inserting the device…
I almost heard the shlorp as the specialized rubber anal-insert popped into place, the tapered ends seating themselves perfectly on both sides of her sphincter, holding the device in place.
Then, with a syringe of highly specialized surgical glue, I deposited a thick coating of the stuff between her hole and the rubber medical device, securing the two halves of the cylinder firmly to the perimeter of her rosebud.
I took a moment to admire the simple elegance of the fleshy-pink anal insert now visible at the center of Ginny’s propped open and spread butt cheeks.
The device was essentially an artificial sphincter.
The beauty of it was, the two pieces fit so firmly in the patient’s anus, and it mimicked the function of a normal sphincter so well, Ginny would hardly notice anything even different with her rear end when she went to pass stool. The two pieces would effortlessly open and close as needed.
Additionally, the artificial sphincter would provide even better support for keeping a leaky anus closed. That meant no more underwear skid marks or tummy-ache induced muddy-squirt surprises! When Ginny woke up from her procedure, the device would be comfortable and secure enough that she would probably not even notice it was there. And her fecal continence would be better than ever, just like we promised!
Or at least, that’s what the situation would be… at first.
Because the anal grommet had an ingenious design that was very similar to the urinary stent I had installed.
Slowly, over time, the grommet was designed to become less and less reliable at successfully keeping the patient’s butthole closed.
Crafted with uniquely formulated surgical materials, the artificial sphincter was designed to slowly dissolve away just in the center, eventually resulting in a bigger and bigger hole in the middle that could not be closed, no matter how hard the patient squeezed their butt cheeks together.
Further, the hole would be deliberately formed in such a way that it would be obscured from the patient’s visual inspection, should the patient seek to investigate their rear end. Superficial rubber flaps were designed to remain extended enough on the device to mask the growing structural opening in the center to the naked eye.
It wouldn’t take long for Ginny to start having ‘leakage’ again. The extremely humiliating, back door type of ‘leakage’.
The kind of leakage that would result in her running out of the room with burning cheeks of humiliation when she realized those around her were suddenly sniffing the air because they’d just detected an unexpectedly foul stench. Even before she had.
And the leakage accidents would start happening more frequently, and with messier results smeared in her panties, than ever before in her adult life.
Of course, such truly involuntary fecal ‘leaks’ would be highly dependent upon Ginny suffering from a state of loose bowels when they took place.
Accidentally releasing her stool through the small, non-closing, invisible hole in her artificial new sphincter would require she have diarrhea and a gurgling stomach, otherwise she would likely still have the power to withhold a firmer movement, just by virtue of the relatively small size of the newly formed hole in the installed anal grommet.
But the average person suffers enough moderately upset stomachs in the course of their daily lives to predict plenty enough of such highly humiliating, ‘loose’ accidents in the weeks and months for Ginny following the procedure.
And even if it’s revealed that her GI tract proves itself more resistant to upset than expected, it’s nothing writing a prescription for her for a suddenly ‘critical’ medication—one with known strong diarrheal-inducing side effects—can’t fix, ensuring her involuntary humiliating stinky accidents still keep apace with expectations.
And yet, in addition to the above, the high-tech anal grommet was also specially designed to induce far more severe, long lasting bowel incontinence as well. More than simply during acute episodes of temporary diarrhea.
It was all thanks to the device’s revolutionary self-expanding perimeter.
Inside the anal plug was an intricate system of mechanical micro-gears which resulted in the perimeter of the grommet to expand extremely slightly every time the artificial sphincter is opened.
That is, every time the patient passes a solid stool, the artificial sphincter grows a little wider. And notably, the inner ring widens slightly more than the outer ring, reshaping the anal canal to make it less capable of holding back waste.
Through simple yet brilliant mechanical engineering, the plug eventually expands to over twice its initial size, gradually and permanently widening out the patient’s anal sphincter to a gaping width.
Yet, it also happens slowly enough that the patient feels no indication that this is what’s taking place. In fact, they don’t have any suspicion at all their artificial sphincter is growing wider.
With the widening of the perimeter of the grommet, along with the increasing diameter of the obscured hole in its center, the patient gradually succumbs to more and more solid, substantial, abjectly humiliating fecal accidents.
Soon, the faux sphincter structurally becomes an almost gaping hole, yet still obscured to the naked eye. And any looseness of stool at all results in genuine total fecal incontinence.
And even more significantly, the patient’s delicate anal muscles slowly grow weaker and weaker as the plug expands on an enduring basis.
Soon, the fact that the anus is no longer able to ever fully close, due to the permanent nature of the plug keeping it open, causes the sphincter’s muscles to atrophy. Soon, the anus becomes so wide and loose, it loses the ability to completely close without the aid of the plug inside of it.
Eventually, after a long enough period of wearing the greatly expanded artificial sphincter, the results are predictable.
When the artificial anal insert is finally removed by their doctor, the patient is left with a permanently widened back door that has no chance of ever holding back their bowel urges like they once were able to.
The process takes time, sure. Much longer than the immediate results of the urinary incontinence device I designed.
But it’s precisely the gradual process that is also so essential to the effectiveness.
To poor, poor little Ginny, the gradual loss of control would make it seem all the more that the only cause of her worsening loss of bowel control was her own personal potty-failure.
And further, when the time came, I would have endless tools to hurry the induced-fecal-incontinence process along, should I desire. Everything from muscle relaxants, to suppositories, to enemas, to rectum paralyzers, to plain old oral laxatives, if I wished.
In fact, as I stood there looking down at my patient, I couldn’t help but get butterflies in my stomach, imagining one day getting to slip a covert suppository up her bottom while changing her diaper, and enjoying the sight of a particularly messy, unavoidable, humiliating, stinky accident in her fresh diaper immediately in its wake…
I grabbed a paper towel and wiped away the residue that had accumulated on the young woman’s exposed bottom.
Then, I once again took a moment to admire the craftsmanship and pitch-perfect installation of her new pink and flesh colored artificial sphincter. I knew the surgical glue was doing its work, and by time Ginny awoke, the implement would already be near-impossible to remove anytime soon, without the specialized surgical solvents that only a trained doctor like myself possessed.
I took a final moment to rub my hand along the sleeping young woman’s beautiful bottom, closing my eyes and shuddering in stifled jubilation. I just couldn’t wait to see the gorgeous little thing helplessly wrapped in a bulky, crinkly, adult diaper.
In due time… I reassured myself.
I signaled to the nurses that I was finished, then stepped back to admire my handiwork as they took over to wrap up the surgical proceedings.
Little Ginny MacIntosh’s incontinence procedure was officially complete. She would never have any idea that the procedure’s purpose wasn’t to prevent incontinence… but in fact permanently inflict it.
I knew it wouldn’t be long until the little angel was involuntarily peeing and pooping her diapers like a true baby. And when the time came…
Begging me to be her new Mommy and change her.
TO BE CONTINUED…
IN PART III
