Keep Pushing, Honey!

By Silly Sarah

 

 

“Keep pushing, honey. You’re doing fine.”

 

“Uhhh! Uhhh! I can’t … this is too hard.”

 

“Okay, look at me. Look at me, Petra!”

 

I struggled to look at Trevor and concentrated on his deep blue eyes, which always get my knees weak. This time, their charm failed to hypnotize me but I managed to hold on eye contact with him.

 

Trevor said slowly, “Okay now, follow my breathing. Inhale, exhale, inhale and exhale. Try to push when you breathe out.”

 

Taking in a deep breath, I gathered the muscles of my stomach together and exhaled forcefully to expel it out. I took a hopeful glance at the doctor who was positioned in front of my spread-opened legs.

 

The doctor spoke through his paper mask. He said, “Nothing yet. Keep trying.”

 

“Ohhh, damn it! I can’t do it. I just can’t do it!” I whined hopelessly.

 

Trevor wiped the perspiration from my forehead gently. He clenched my hand tightly and encouraged, “Come on! You can do it! Just keep pushing, Petra! I promised I’d buy you that Tiffany’s diamond necklace you saw the other day if you succeed.”

 

“Really? You mean that necklace with a one-carat heart shaped diamond?” I inquired.

 

Trevor nodded profusely but I noticed that his eyes were shifting uneasily. I shrieked, “You’re lying! You big liar! This is all your fault! If you didn’t do that to me, I won’t be on this bed and spread my legs like this for everyone to see my naked ass!”

 

“This is so embarrassing!” I lamented loudly. Trevor smiled awkwardly at the doctor and nurse who looked away in embarrassment. They pretended not to hear me.

 

For all that he did to me, he didn’t even try to look guilty. Instead, he argued, “Well, you agreed to this too. And I didn’t really forced you.”

 

“Why you, asshole! Are you trying to say that I wanted this?”

 

“I didn’t. But you said it yourself!”

 

“You piece of shit! Go to hell!”

 

The doctor stepped in between us and said, “All right, stop it. It’s no use arguing anymore.” He paused to look at me and continued, “Erm, Petra … is it all right that I called you by your name? Okay, Petra. Listen here. I need your cooperation to do this fast and safe. You don’t want to have an infection, do you?”

 

I nodded my head in agreement and he acknowledged it. He said, “Petra, I have to inform you that if we drag this any longer, I’m afraid I’ll have to do a surgery treatment on you.”

 

“Nooo! I don’t want to have surgery! Please! I’m scared of seeing blood!” I cried hysterically.

 

The doctor patted my shoulders lightly with his gloved hand and said, “All right, no surgery. But I want you to do your best to push as hard as you can. Is that possible? Can you do it, Petra?”

 

 “Yes, sir …” I murmured.

 

The doctor smiled and replied, “Call me Richard if you don’t mind. All right. Let’s go on with it, shall we?”

 

Trevor held my hand and encouraged me as before. I tried to concentrate on Richard’s instructions this time. Richard commanded, “Okay, on my count. One, two, push! One, two, push! One, two, push! Harder!”

 

“Haaa Huuu Uhhh! Haaa Huuu Uhhh!” I breathed in, out and pushed. Trevor made the same noises as I did to help me along. Big beads of sweat ran endlessly from my face to my neck. Oh darn it! I’m sweating like a pig!

 

Richard urged, “Harder!”

 

“Uhhh!” I grunted as I squeezed the blood out of Trevor’s hand. I felt something coming out slowly. I persisted to push harder and quicker.

 

“All right! I can see the head coming out! Keep pushing a bit more then I can pull it out!” exclaimed Richard.

 

Trevor said, “Come on, Petra! Just a bit more! Push! Push!”

 

Gathering all my remaining energy, I gave one final push. “Uhhhhhh!”

 

“All right! I got it. Just relax your muscles now and let me handle it,” instructed Richard. Between my legs, I saw him pulling it out gently. A few moments later, a slippery sound was heard when it slid out of me. Richard held it up and announced, “There! I got it.”

 

Finally, I saw it, that eleven inches double-headed rubber dick. It was covered with bits of my yucky stuff. There was also a terrible stench coming from it. The doctor seemed to be immune to that disgusting dildo which just passed out from my anus. He calmly passed it to the nurse and ordered, “Please disinfect it, Miss Pires.”

 

I hunched my back and sighed in content. Trevor squeezed my shoulders and said, “Well done, honey. Finally got it out, eh? Not too bad.”

 

That’s easy for him to say when he’s not the one who has a dick stuck up in his backside for hours. I elbowed his stomach and commented, “You can try letting me to stick one up in your ass for six hours and see how it feels, sweetie.”

 

“Ouch! Hey, I’m sorry. But how am I supposed to know that you are able to ‘swallow up’ the entire shaft!”

 

“You asshole!” I relented and punched him in the arm.

 

Richard interrupted, “All right, Petra. Stop fidgeting please. There’s a bit of tear in your anus and it’s bleeding. I need to disinfect the wound and apply some ointment.”

 

“What! Bleeding?” I exclaimed and turned around to give Trevor another punch.

 

He avoided my attack and said, “All right! I’m out of here. I’ll wait at the dispensary, honey.”

 

With that, Trevor scurried out of the room. Richard laughed a little but stifled himself when he noticed that I’m staring hard at him. He tugged at his buttoned up collar uncomfortably and cleared his throat.

 

He said, “Ahem! So, let’s continue with the treatment.”

 

“Erm, I need to get your penis out of the way, to wash the wound. Is it all right?”

 

I blushed and quickly looked down. I murmured shyly, “Sure, go ahead.”

 

Richard was professional about the treatment. There isn’t any hanky panky stuff going on. He carefully taped my little John to my thigh. After he cleaned the affected area of my bottom, he held up a cotton wool stick creamed with ointment.

 

“May I?”

 

“Yeah, please.”

 

He pushed the medicine into my anus slowly. Unexpectedly, I let out a low moan.

 

“Ahhh. Uhhh.”

 

“Opps, sorry. I don’t mean to …” I explained myself urgently. My face felt like it was on fire. Oh great! I’m so ashamed of myself now! I hoped he don’t get the wrong idea.

 

“It’s all right,” he laughed it off.

 

“Uh okay, thanks. May I ask you a question?” I inquired timidly.

 

“Sure.”

 

I gulped hard and began, “Erm, are there other patients like me? The backside accident sort of thing.”

 

He shrugged, “Well, I shouldn’t be discussing this with you. But yes, of course. You’re not the first and you surely won’t be the last to be involved in such accidents. I’ll say in every two to three months, one or two people will ended up as you were, in one way or other.”

 

“But, am I the worst case you ever treated?”

 

“All right, I’ll tell you a terrible one. But you must not tell anyone else.”

 

I nodded silently. Richard said, “Okay, Petra. Once, there was this homosexual guy who had sexual desires; decided to pleasure himself through fucking his own ass hole with a bowling pin.”

 

He paused to apply more of the ointment and continued with the tale.

 

“Apparently, the whole thing went wrong. The head of the bowling pin was tapered enough to slide in, but the end above the neck was just too thick for his anus to pull out. He came in to see me with the bottom part of the pin poking out of his bottom.”

 

I shuddered, “That’s horrible! Is he naked when he came?”

 

“He had a towel wrapped around his lower part. He called the emergency ambulance because he couldn’t drive sitting,” said Richard jokingly.

 

“That wasn’t funny.”

 

He apologized, “Pardon me. But it’s true.”

 

That nasty story made me thought of how silly I was, to allow Trevor to shove that dildo inside me. I could end up worse, like what if it punctures through my intestines and bleeds me to death? I promised myself I wouldn’t let him have his ways again.

 

“All right. We’re done here. You can dress up now,” he said as he walked away to give me a little privacy.

 

I quickly put on my panties and skirt. I slipped my feet into my sandals and wobbled towards Doctor Richard who was already seated in his armchair. He wrote my prescription and passed it to the nurse. He looked up and smiled, “Well, there’s all. Collect your medicine and ointment at the dispensary around the corner. I used some very strong lubricant for the operation, so you might experience diarrhoea and stomachache for these couple of days. But not to worry, I issued some charcoal pills and painkiller in the prescription.”

 

That wasn’t so bad. It’s much better than having some weird foreign objects stuck inside my body. But, I have one doubt left and asked, “Are you not shocked when you discovered that I wasn’t a girl?”

 

He answered, “I assumed you’re transsexual and besides, it’s not my business to interfere.”

 

I leaned forward to give my doctor a kiss of gratitude and whispered, “Thank you, Richard. For the treatment and for not prejudging me.”

 

I limped slightly from the pain in my butt. Trevor was slouching on the waiting chair in front of the dispensary. He noticed my approach and got up to help me sit down. I guess he’s a little guilty now after seeing my limping.

 

“Honey, everything’s fine now?”

 

“Barely. But still manageable,” I replied weakly.

 

“Peter Miller, dispensary please!” announced the speaker on the wall. Trevor assisted me to the counter.

 

The nurse behind the window scanned me like an X-ray machine. She pushed her granny spectacles up her nose and inquired, “Peter Miller?”

 

“Yup, that’s me.”

 

She raised her eyebrows a little but said nothing and began to read off the prescription nonchalantly. She looked up and gave me a dirty look. “That will be thirty-five dollars, young man.”

 

I sighed inwardly. Not everyone is as friendly as Richard, towards transgender people. I nudged Trevor and mumbled, “You’re paying.”

 

“All right,” grumbled Trevor.

 

As we turned to leave, Doctor Richard’s assistant, Miss Pires appeared and said, “Miss, you forgot about your … erm … toy.”

 

“Please throw this damn thing away for me. I don’t think I want to see it,” I said politely and walked towards the exit.

 

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Trevor watched Petra nervously as she walked away. He grabbed the carrier containing the dildo from Miss Pires and said, “Thanks! I’ll keep it for her.”

 

“You coming or not?” called Petra impatiently.

 

“Yeah, coming right now!” he replied and mumbled under his breath. “We will have some fun again … next time.”

-The End-