A Second Chance in Life - 5
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A Second Chance in Life - 5
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Flynn's days in the care of the Murray Clinic had the tendency to meld into one big stretch where it was difficult for the bull to tell just when exactly something happened. The bull didn't know just how many days had passed, and couldn't keep up with everything that went on, but he knew that he was safe, and he was happy, and that made him content.
He wasn't always in his room, although he liked it there. The bull had his own bed, television, and tablet he could use for playing amusing little games. During the nights and sometimes during the days he would sleep, and wake up feeling warm and cozy even though he didn't really wear many clothes. Flynn was used to that. His Mistress didn't like him wearing anything besides a harness. Even that memory seemed distant now, and thinking about it didn't make the bull feel as anxious as it usually did. He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because he was busy having fun with his games, or talking with the various doctors and other staff members. Everyone was so nice, and they gave him a lot of food to eat and they would smile to him and not make fun of him, call him names, or order him around.
Flynn was napping on his bed when someone came to his room. He woke up at the noise - he was still easy to startle - and struck up a big smile hoping that it was the lion. Seeing his new Master made him extra happy because he knew that it was thanks to him that he was having all these good times in a hospital of all places. He wasn't even too disappointed when it turned out to be the red panda instead.
"Hello, Flynn," Doctor Macau said.
"Sir," the bull hurried to speak as he stood up.
Flynn was only wearing a pair of loose boxers. The rest of the bull's large body was bare but for the numerous bandages that littered his body here and there. Their number had already diminished from the start, the red panda could tell, although Flynn didn't really keep an exact count. He just knew that they tingled and itched a bit.
"How are you today, Flynn?" the red panda in his white coat questioned.
"I am...good, sir," the bull hurried to reply.
"That is fine to hear, Flynn," Doctor Macau said. "I'm going to ask the orderly here now to take you to the examination room. It is time to see how the treatment is working."
The bull looked concerned.
"Will it hurt?" he whispered, his tail tense.
"It will not hurt," the red panda assured his patient. "Nothing we do here causes pain, and if it has the potential to, we take measures to prevent it. You know that I am telling the truth, don't you?"
Flynn nodded quickly.
"Yes, sir."
"Splendid!" the red panda smiled.
Doctor Macau used the intercom by the door to summon the uniformed assistant, a large bear in scrubs. He brought on a sizeable wheelchair that was sturdy enough to carry the bovine upon in. They moved slowly, all three of them, along the hallways of the clinic and onto the elevator to take them to the next floor. Here the smell of disinfectant was stronger and made the bull appear more concerned. The red panda appeared to notice this, too, for he patted a reassuring paw onto Flynn's shoulder.
"Do not worry," he said, "everything will be fine."
"Where - where are we?" Flynn asked while he looked at the strange closed doors, the tiled walls and the staff members wearing masks and gowns around, as if planning to perform surgical operations.
"This is the surgical floor, Flynn," the red panda said, "you have been here several times before during the time you have spent with us. Don't you remember?"
Flynn looked about again. He let out a concerned huff and a moo.
"I...I don't know..." he said as he squeezed hard on the armrest of the wheelchair.
"It is alright," the doctor told him softly. "You have been given sedatives before. It makes it difficult to remember. We've just had to make sure that you don't feel uncomfortable with the procedures."
"Hmm...okay..." Flynn mumbled.
"We'll see how it goes now and if you feel discomfort, we can give you something to help you relax," Macau said. "It will be fine."
They arrived onto a door that the red panda opened with his key code. The bear pushed the bull in the wheelchair into the room. It was a spotlessly clean area with the appearance of an operating theater, with its intense lightning, monitoring equipment, stainless steel furniture and the raised table at the center of the room, under the spotlight. Flynn looked concerned once more.
"Help him onto the table," Doctor Macau told the bear. "He'll just assist you now, Flynn."
"Come on," the orderly said.
The bull got up from the chair and slowly made his way to the table.
"On your belly," the bear told him.
Flynn looked at the doctor for assurance. Macau gave him a smile.
"Just hop onto the table," the red panda said. "I'll just have to take a look at your rear to see how the treatment is proceeding back there as well."
Flynn's ears flicked back and forth. His butt had been getting its fair amount of sensation at the Clinic, although mostly of the sort that didn't leave him feeling sore and scared, like with his previous Mistress.
"Okay."
"I'll just pop to wash my paws and will be right back, alright?" Macau told the bull.
"O-okay..." Flynn said.
It took him a moment to calm down on the table. The bear orderly remained nearby until the red panda returned, this time wearing white gloves on his paws and holding them away from his body.
"Alright, let's see what happens," Macau declared. "You can go, Duncan. I'll ask for you if I need anything else."
"Yes, Doctor," the bear said before he left the room.
"Now, Flynn, I'm just going to pull your underwear down and take a good look..."
"Hmm yes, sir..." said the bull.
The red panda adjusted the overhead light a little and pulled a cart loaded with supplies near to the examination table. Then he slipped his fingers under the bull's waistband and tugged the light underwear down.
"If you would lift a little...thank you..."
The underwear slipped past the bull's bulky thighs and exposed his rear fully. The doctor continued to pull them all the way down to his hooves before he simply deposited them onto the nearby equipment cart.
"You'll get these back afterwards," Macau said. "I'll just take a look first and remove the dilator device. It has been in place for some time, so it is time to change it."
"Y-yes, sir," Flynn whispered.
"Have you had a bowel movement since the new device was put in yesterday?" the Doctor asked matter-of-fact.
"One time, sir," the bull said.
"That is very good."
The red panda ran his slim paws over the bull's buttocks. A few silver-colored bandages were in places upon the muscled mounds but otherwise they had already began to regain some of their natural luster, thanks to meticulous fur care and some careful exercise as of late.
"They feel good and firm...no inflammation...it doesn't hurt when I touch the bandaged areas, does it?" Macau questioned while he rubbed his fingerpads up and down.
"No, sir," Flynn murmured. He appeared more relaxed, especially after the little massage of the red panda's fingers on his rear.
"That is very good!" Macau enthused. "Your dermatological treatments are proceeding well."
The bull's tail flicked a little, above the rump cheeks the doctor still scrutinized.
"That good?" Flynn asked.
"It is, yes," the red panda noted. "You had a considerable amount of scar tissue we've had to deal with but the treatment is certainly proceeding according to the plan. It is good news."
"T-thank you, sir," Flynn said tentatively.
"I will now expose your anus to see the dilator and remove it. This won't be uncomfortable."
The physician used his thumbs to spread the bull's butt cheeks apart. This clearly brought into view the valley between them and a soft, smooth rounded piece of clear plastic that protruded from his anal opening. It had been obviously shaped to ensure that it would stay in place as well as not get accidentally lost inside the male's bowels.
"You have been wearing it according to the schedule, I presume?"
"Yes, sir."
Macau held the bull's butt cheeks apart with the help of one paw while the other reached to grasp the top of the object lodged inside Flynn's ass.
"Relax now, and I shall pull it out."
"Yes...y-yes sir..."
The physician tugged on the medical object with a careful amount of force so as not to cause the bull any further discomfort.
"And here it comes.."
The strangely shaped item plopped without much difficulty and was deposited into a nearby plastic kidney dish. The bull let out a little gasp.
"Oh..."
"Well that came out nicely...I'll just feel up a little now. Tell me if anything hurts."
The red panda quick to pop open a bottle of surgical lubricant and apply a dollop onto his right index finger before he brought this newly slickened digit back onto the bull's hole.
"Have you experienced any unusual sensations lately?" the red panda spoke. "Throbbing, heat, anything out of the ordinary?"
"U-uh..." the bull's breathing hitched. It was obviously difficult for him to make casual conversation when someone was poking around his butthole with a finger. "I guess it feels a bit...full...I don't know how to describe it otherwise."
"That is certainly understandable," the red panda chuckled mildly, "considering that the dilator has to be kept in place to ensure the healing of the rectal walls. You have already come up two sizes, did you know?"
"I...I'm not sure I...noticed."
"It's alright," said the doctor, with his finger wriggling about the bull's anal sphincter," as long as there is no discomfort, it is doing its work well."
"O-okay," Flynn whispered.
The doctor could feel the bull's hole clench around his gloved finger. He immediately stopped all movement.
"Does this hurt?"
"N-no, sir...I think it did it on its own...sir..."
"As it often does!" declared the Doctor. "That is nothing to worry about. It is just a natural reaction to the dilator in place inside your rectum. Quite the strong response as well! It appears that the muscle strength is already recovering after the injections."
The red panda ran his fingertip around the circumference of the pucker in question and elicited another moderate clench.
"Hmmyes...we will have to perform manometry to assess the progress objectively, but it does feel that the muscle is regaining elasticity and strength. Very good!"
"I am...glad...sir..." the bull replied quietly.
"I will go just a little deeper now...remember to keep breathing steadily, it will make it more comfortable for you, I think."
Flynn drew a breath, obedient as ever. The red panda matched his promise and pushed his finger further within the bull's rectum. The lubricant used eased his way while he burrowed into the tunnel. The bull's rear entrance had been the center of much attention at the Clinic, with the doctors performing many procedures to ensure that the previous rough treatment could be undone. Doctor Macau was pleased with the results so far, as evident in the bull showing little discomfort with the entry of the finger that sought out the walls of his rectum with a sweeping motion. That caused another somewhat surprised gasp at the sensations produced by this inspection.
"I hope that was not painful," the doctor said.
"No, sir."
"That is good to hear. I was not quite deep enough to reach the actual scar zone of the main defect we fixed, since that was somewhat deeper down the rectal lining. Hopefully there will not be further discomfort from that one."
"I hope so too, sir," the bull whispered.
"We certainly know that kind of a thing causes a great deal of misery, to put it in simple terms," said the red panda, "but with this treatment, you'll be...spanking new."
Flynn felt himself blush at such a description.
"Think...I mean, sir, do you think my Master will approve?" he asked.
"Of what, Flynn?" the physician returned the question.
Flynn's ears drooped.
"Oh...just...me, I guess...sir..." he mumbled.
"How do you mean?"
"Well...you know, sir...me with all the...bandages and all...will he like me or not?" Flynn voiced his concern while staring at the equipment cabinet on the other side of the room.
"Why does that concern you?" Macau asked.
"I can't help but think about it..." Flynn muttered. "He has such a handsome unit already...what can he see in me?"
"I am not privy to his most intimate thoughts, certainly, but I am sure that he would not go to such lengths at ensuring your wellbeing if he was not serious about his plans for you," the red panda said.
Flynn sighed.
"He is very kind," the bull said.
"He appears so," the doctor said.
Doctor Macau pulled his finger out of the bull's ass and then used his fingers to spread the rim of the bovine's anus to inspect the ring-muscle properly. It attempted to pucker up upon the touch.
"Hmm...very responsive. Excellent."
"I...done good?" Flynn asked again.
"Yes, you are proceeding very well. I shall prepare a new dilator for you to wear for the rest of the day. It only takes a moment."
"Yes, sir."
Doctor Macau swapped his gloves before he procured another plastic device from a box on his cart. He filled it up with a clear gel-like substance from a bottle that required a syringe for administering properly.
"I am still using the extra strength solution," the doctor mused,"At this point of the healing process it is still important to maintain maximum treatment on the tissue to prevent scarring."
"Yes, sir."
The red panda used some of the gel as lubricant for the insertion of the dilator into the bull's rear. It slipped into place without any further trouble.
"All done!" the red panda patted the bull's butt once the device was safely tucked in place. "Do you have anything to ask me now, or shall I ask Duncan to take you to the physical therapy session you have lined up?"
"I...I don't think so, sir..."
"Good!" said the red panda.
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