A portion of vegetable salad completed a hearty dinner.

- How do you feel today? - Sounded the usual question of the Doctor when she was again brought to his office.

The woman burst into tears.

- Calm down! - sharply interrupted her Kostya, - Answer while you can. My head hurts?

She shook her head.

- Answer, I tell you! Aloud!

- No, - through sobbing, she squeezed out of herself.

- It will be over soon. Nobody said it was easy. You were not brought to a sanatorium and this is not the prevention of gastritis. Pain in the stomach, in the chest, dizziness?

- Not!

Well and good, - he said quieter. Another three days you will not be attracted to classes. And after this period, you have to catch up with the program. So be prepared. After installing the liner, a new specialist will start working with you. His goal is to restore the normal function of the closure of the sphincter, and then prepare it for a specific type of competition. This is a power look. Lifting a weight suspended from a flexible cable, the upper part of which is tied to an aluminum ball of a certain diameter, inserted into your anus. The task of sitting, stand up with a load without dropping it. To do this, your pelvic muscles should firmly hold the ball in the rectum. As soon as the weight is taken, an additional one is appointed, five hundred grams more. And so on, until one participant remains.

Irina sobbed silently this time, twitching her shoulders and lowering her eyes.

- Stop crying for me here! - Doctor barked, - You still know practically nothing.

Having calmed down a bit, he continued:

- The signal to start the exercise will be given by an electric pulse on one of your electrodes. I do not know, really for what. In general, the all-around program looks like this. First qualifying round. You will compete in various forms with the objects that are here. And the championship will be held abroad, where only three winners will go. I will briefly describe a couple more species. One of them is a race in a circle at a certain distance. You will be in harness ... Yes, yes, I have already told you about this - you just forgot. You will be harnessed to a special single stroller with a jockey. He will rule you and you will have to not only run, but win. These are ordinary jumps ... or rather run with the only difference that you will not be whipped to whip. Instead, there is a more humane and, at the same time, effective management method. Another type of competition in which you have to participate is a rally. Special four-wheeled carriage, also single. There is a special place for you behind the pilot's seat in the tail section of the carriage. You will not need to drive a carriage. Your function is to pedal like a bike. Check-in will be long enough. Therefore, your food is like, I apologize, and the stool will occur on the go. That is, a catheter will be inserted into the bladder and you will not be disturbed by the urge to urinate. The condition of your body will be monitored with special sensors and you will be constantly under control to avoid critical overloads. You can be given special medications to increase your potential. Rally held in two stages. High-speed check-in at the stadium and across the curb terrain on another carriage adapted for difficult conditions ... Well, in general, everything is today. Questions?

Irina slowly asked:

- Do I have to win the match?

- Not necessary. But if successful, you can return to normal life.

With these words, he began to insert a gag into her mouth, making it clear that the conversation was over for today. Putting earplugs into her ears, he called Akhmat, who led the pensive Irina into the ward.This time the dream did not come right away. She tossed from side to side, now starting to pack and calm down. Sometimes the dream overcame her, but very soon she screamed and woke up, jumped to her feet and lay down again. Strongly ached so still ass not stretched to the right size. She gently touched herself there, feeling how sensitive the anus had become. The pain subsided only in the morning, allowing her to fall asleep for a couple of hours in a sound sleep.

5

Igor woke her up at eight in the morning, pinching her chest painfully. Irina screamed jumped up and involuntarily tried to run away somewhere. However, he deftly grabbed her arm above the elbow and rudely dragged her out into the corridor. The order has really changed. Morning training was not after breakfast and washing the intestines, she was immediately taken to San Sanych. At this time, an eight centimeter balloon, which, when it was deflated, was introduced into the rectum, began to hurt already six centimeters in diameter. But the sphincter remained quite soft and San Sanych, without stopping, quickly brought the size to seven. Irina, covered in sweat, lowed, eyes wide, tugging at her hands and convulsively bending and straightening her high-raised feet. But this time, the surgeon did not concentrate on her doing his job, blowing and pumping air into the balloon. He was somewhat annoyed by the unplanned delay, due to which the entire schedule of preparing the female athlete for the competitions was lost. There was still a lot of work and he was no longer sorry for the unfortunate. He was driven by professional excitement and he firmly decided to end this today. In the end, he agreed on a few days of adaptation for her and it is better to finish the job, and only then, let him rest.

Eugene put a towel screaming in horror on her forehead with a towel dampened with cold water and poured some water into her stomach.

- Do you think to finish, San Sanych, - she asked.

- Yes, Zhenya! Otherwise, we will mess around like this until the end of the century. Give me heparin ...

Having smeared the sphincter red from tension, he again shook the pear and after waiting a few minutes, again bleed the air. And so over and over again, until finally, the faint hissing air announced to him that the cylinder had reached its eight centimeters. He grunted rather loudly, slamming the back of his thigh at the incessantly twitching woman and, throwing the pear down, went to pour himself hot coffee.

Irina screamed sob. A wild, throbbing pain permeated her whole body, ranging from whitened toes to the top of her head. San Sanych, seeing that she was beginning to suffocate, opened the gag hole, causing the room to fill with a long cry.

“Drop her legs a little,” the surgeon told the nurse. See how tense. I think it will be easier for her in half an hour. Then pull it out.

After half an hour, the pain really began to recede and the surgeon, quickly blowing the balloon, carefully pulled it out and began to examine the edges of the huge torn hole.

“Taak,” he drawled, “everything went well, as I supposed.”

He instructed his wife to process the hole with some kind of tool, and he himself extracted from the medical cabinet a large rubber sleeve with a metal coating on the outside. Then he went to the chair and crouched between Irina’s legs, and carefully began to enter it into the still gaping hole. Irina screamed again when the cylinder began to enter inwardly with considerable difficulty. However, this time everything ended faster and soon she felt that the pain changed the unpleasant sensation of something foreign, bursting into her anus. The cunningly curved sleeve completely fell into place, stretching the rectum from the inside and forming a cavity inside which the control module was supposed to be placed. The surgeon put his middle and index fingers together and, after smearing them with petroleum jelly, put them in the vagina as far as possible by checking the location of the liner.

“What you need, he said rather — look, Zhen,” he turned to the nurse. She also stroked the rounded surface of the sleeve, sticking Irina's fingers into the vagina.

- Yes, San Sanych. Just in place. But this is typical, right?

- Of course. For her to do later, after the pictures and ultrasound. But the model is also nothing. In any case, it will be possible to start working with it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Call Igor, Let him take. While lying down ..

This day she was fed only through a probe. Until the evening she lay on her bed, but after supper she had to walk to the Doctor’s office.

- Well, how do you feel, the doctor asked, - in an everyday tone. He did not offer her to sit down and she stood in the middle of the room at attention.

“Normal,” she replied detachedly, looking straight ahead to a point with sore eyes from tears with swollen eyelids.

“This is good,” he remarked, “because tomorrow you will have the last fasting day in a sparing mode.” And from the next day your training will resume. And since you again have no questions, then probably today I will not bore you. Especially since you are not able to listen to me.

He looked out into the corridor and called Igor.

That night, she did not fall asleep immediately either. Tossing and turning in bed, she then fell asleep, then woke up, like last night. Sometimes she gently slid her index finger into her still-unclosed butt and with disgust felt her, stroking the hard surface of a warm slippery sleeve with a small thread at the entrance.