Stuck in a Butt by TerryLarka

            “Hey, Doc. I got Ryan stuck up my butt… again.” Sitting in an empty portion of the hospital parking lot, Miranda looked down at the unamused doctor glowering before her bent knees. She was wrapped in nothing but her patient gown which left her rear side visible and accessible. Normally, one might loathe wearing such revealing attire outside for any passerby to catch a glimpse, but the hundred-foot-tall giantess living among humans never valued privacy. Or modesty. 

            “Dammit, Miranda! What did I tell you about using lube?” Dr. Brownie chastised.

            “I'm sorry. It was a spur of the moment decision.” Miranda stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth in an attempt to act cute. The doctor didn't buy it. While she suited up, donning a mask, rubber gloves, a flashlight strapped around her forehead, and tying her long hair into a tight ponytail, a nurse fussed with an assortment of equipment laid out beside them: a ladder, a cylindrical tank with a long hose attached, and a heavy motorized reel with a steel cable.

            “Whatever. Turn around and present. I want to get this over with quick.” The giantess followed her orders, laying chest down on the ground while pointing her posterior skyward. The nurse grabbed the ladder and positioned it accordingly between Miranda's legs, the top step situated just below the puckered rim. “Randall, we're all set?”

            “Yes, ma'am,” the nurse replied.

            “Good. Hose me down.” Dr. Brownie held her hands up above her head as her assistant grabbed the long hose. Releasing the nozzle, he sprayed her chest and legs, drenching her from the neck down in lube. Once that was done, the doctor took the hose and the hooked steel cable and held them under her arm, grabbing a set of hard plastic cuffs in her hand. The solid restraints, made with ultra durable material, resembled high-security handcuffs and were designed to fit around human legs. Dr. Brownie carried her tools with her up the ladder and stared her target down. “Spread ‘em!”

            Miranda followed suit, clutching her ample cheeks and pulling them far enough apart to give the doctor a full view of her exorbitant anus. Dr. Brownie took one last clean breath and exhaled with an exasperated sigh. She plunged her free arm into the hole, opening enough space to jam her head through, and then slipped the rest of her lubricated body past the puckered gates.

            “Oooohhhhhhhh,” Miranda moaned. She pressed her cheeks together and grinded them into the mostly submerged doctor, wanting so bad to shove a finger inside to join her.

            “Stop that! I’m trying to work!” Much to Dr. Brownie’s chagrin, Miranda’s playfulness did ease her passage into the rectum, the anal sphincter sealing behind her around the hose and cable. “I hate that you derive pleasure from this.” The first thing to grace the doc’s senses was the smell. The stifling air carried with it an acrid odor, foul enough to make a medical practitioner’s hair stand on end. While her mask kept bacteria clear from her mouth and nose, it did nothing to keep that stench at bay. How Ryan could remain alive, trapped in this revolting cave for hours at a time, baffled the doctor. He was as much a medical marvel as his skyscraper of a girlfriend.

            The doctor turned on her flashlight, illuminating the dank, fleshy cavern. Her hands and knees molded into the dark pink tissue as if she were crawling on a waterbed. She could feel Miranda’s pulse beat through her fingers, as rapidly as was normal for a horny woman with two toys jammed up her bum. If the smell wasn’t bad enough, the ambient heat only made it worse. The doc didn’t need a thermostat to tell that Miranda’s body temperature was within healthy levels, meaning it was hot as hell inside her. Dr. Brownie wiped the sweat off her forehead and continued to the other end of the rectum.

            A pair of sneakers stuck out of the corridor leading to the colon. They tapped away at the air as if playing bass drums, their owner fidgeting as he awaited his retrieval.

            “How are you holding up, Ryan?”

            “I’m great, Em,” a muffled voice rang out from deeper within the colon. “Though, some fresh air sounds nice right about now.”

            “I swear, can’t you guys just stick to vaginal sex.” Emma Brownie clamped the cuffs around Ryan’s ankles and hooked the steel cable onto it. “There’s a lot more space over there.” She then pushed the long hose between Ryan’s feet as far in as she could reach and released the nozzle, spraying him and the colon walls with lube. “And the smell is way more tolerable.”

            “Sorry, Em, but you know how it is. Variety’s the spice of… Uh-oh.” An ominous gurgling travelled through Miranda’s body, making her rectum quiver and the doctor tremble. “Speaking of spice, Miranda ate a breakfast burrito this morning.”

            “Miranda! I swear to God if you fart, I’m going to-!”

            Bbbrrrrrrrttttt!

            A rancid concoction of eggs, jalapenos, and hydrochloric acid blasted through Miranda’s digestive tract, burning her boyfriend and the doctor as it tore through them. The two fell into coughing fits and their eyes flooded with tears as their bodies rejected the toxic fumes. I could have been a lawyer, Emma thought, or a physicist, or a politician, but no, I had to go to medical school. I had to help people. All that student debt and cramming for exams just to crawl into a giant woman’s festering asshole.

            “Sorry!” Miranda called out. Even buried where the sun don’t shine, Emma could envision the shit-eating grin adorning Miranda’s stupid face. She tapped at an earpiece and connected to the nurse outside.

            “We’re ready in here, Randall. Tell that bitch to spread and then start the extraction.”

            “Got it, ma’am.” Randall followed his directions, watching Miranda spread her cheeks again and turning on the industrial strength reel. There was some resistance at first, but soon the cable slinked through Miranda’s knot. Inside, Dr. Brownie grabbed hold of Ryan as he slipped free from his binds and yanked him out of the colon, clinging to him as the cable pulled them through the rectum and out the anus. A loud plop echoed in Emma’s ears as they penetrated the once sealed rim, followed by a boisterous moan and the clattering of her own gritted teeth. But finally, they were outside again breathing that coveted fresh air.

            After unhooking Ryan and removing the cuffs, Emma carried him down the ladder and set him on a gurney provided by hospital staffers. His hair, skin, and clothes were all a mess, but he looked as jovial as a kid who just spent a day at Disneyland. Miranda sat up and turned to face her beloved, looming over everyone like the monolith she was.

            “Oh baby, are you okay? I’m so happy to see you again!” She leaned down to kiss him, but a certain doctor stood in the way with her arms held out.

            “Nuh-uh! No way! Ryan’s likely atrophied and needs to recover. Also, don’t touch either of us until we’ve showered off your stink. You realize where we’ve been.” Dr. Brownie trudged towards her assistants. “Get him a room and wash him. The big one is clear to go, meaning I want her off the premises A.S.A.P.”

            “Come on, Doc. Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it too,” Miranda teased. Emma couldn’t bother to respond with words, instead shooting an ice-cold glare the giantess’ way. “You should join us next time. With your expert hands inside me, I’m sure my honeybuns won’t get stuck again.”

            “If I have to climb up your ass one more time, I’m resigning. Good day, Miranda.” The doc followed the others inside, ready to remove her soiled clothes and take a long shower. Her sodden scrubs were unrecoverable and reeked to high heaven, but at least they covered up the wet spot staining her crotch.