Chapter 18

"In order to help your self-image," the Doctor explained, "I'm going to do a little bit of 'body sculpting'; your breasts are kind of small, so I'm giving you hormone injections to build them up. Sorry I didn't wake you up beforehand, but I was hoping I could do it as quickly as possible..."

Tonya was short of breath; she grasped for words.

"No... No, I... I... I thought... you were... a... a snake..."

"Personal opinion, Tonya?", the Doctor replied, grinning.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no," Tonya responded, "I was dreaming... I had a dream about... about a... a snake..."

"And what happened in the dream?"

"The snake... tricked me... tied me to a tree... and... and... raped me... then... it started biting my boobs... then I woke up..."

"... and I was giving you the injection... OK, I guess I can't really blame you for screaming, then...", the Doctor said, smiling.

"So why did I have the dream? Was it because you gave me the shot, or what?", Tonya asked, still confused.

"Snakes are very powerful images in dreams, Tonya," the Doctor explained, "I think this one meant that you're realizing that you're going through a change in your life."

"Is it a bad change? I mean... with the snake raping me and all that stuff?"

"No, it's more like a... transformation, "he said, finding the right word after a moment's hesitation, "It's a good sign, Tonya."

Tonya smiled, her breasts still stinging from the shots. The Doctor started releasing her bonds, and soon, she was free. He helped her get up from the bed.

"Today's therapy is to help you learn more control in extreme situations," he told her, "I'll tell you right now, it's going to be kind of stressful while it's going on..."

Tonya said nothing as the Doctor gently put his hand on her shoulder, giving her a gentle nudge. They walked over to the door, opened it, and walked down the hall, this time to a different room, one that was equipped somewhat differently than the previous ones.

In the center of the room, as usual, was a chair, with all the restraints of the now-familiar chairs in the other therapy rooms; this one, however, was arranged differently. The Doctor pointed to the chair, and Tonya climbed in.

The restraints were quickly fastened around Tonya's body, with her feet being saved for last. Her ankles were strapped to stirrups, but instead of holding her heels, clamps held the balls of her feet at the sides, and small caps covered the ends of her toes; the soles of her feet were totally exposed.

Nancy walked in, causing Tonya to tense up; Nancy smiled and held up a feather, waving it in Tonya's face. Tonya started shaking, realizing what Nancy was going to do with it!

The Doctor pressed a button, and the chair tilted back; he took a large syringe from a table behind the chair, filling it with water. He held it in front of Tonya's eyes.

"What Nancy is going to do, Tonya," he spoke, softly, "is fill up both your bladder and bowels with water. Your job will be to hold the water inside at all times, regardless of what's happening to you."

He set the syringe down, and filled an even larger one, to be used for the enema; he connected a tube to it, connected the other end of the tube to a faucet, and handed it over to Nancy. He nodded, and she positioned the enema nozzle at Tonya's anus; a quick shove, and it was in. Nancy slowly pushed the plunger in, and Tonya moaned, feeling the water coursing through her bowels. Nancy kept pushing until the plunger was all the way down, then she started pulling it back out. It didn't take her long, but Tonya was surprised when she felt MORE water going into her!

"It's set with a one-way valve, Tonya," the Doctor explained, "once the water is plunged out, the valve closes and draws water in through the tube. Nancy can keep filling you up without having to pull the nozzle out of your anus."

As Nancy continued filling Tonya's intestines, the Doctor took the smaller syringe and inserted it into her pee-hole. The syringe was large enough to hold sufficient water to fill her bladder to the bursting point, or so it seemed. He pressed down on the plunger, and Tonya felt her bladder expand; she wanted to pee. After a minute or so, he pressed her mons veneris, gauging the fullness of her bladder to determine how much more it could hold; one more small press of the plunger, and he was done.

"One more little point," he continued, "this isn't ordinary water in your bladder; it's called fire water, and releasing it will be VERY painful for you..."

About this point, Nancy looked at the Doctor; he pressed the captive ex-skater's abdomen, turned to Nancy, telling her not to stop just yet. Finally, Tonya was as full as she was going to get.

"Now, Tonya," he said, "you're not to let ANY of the water out until you're done; if you do, we'll start all over. Nancy will work on your feet for 5 minutes; if you can hold the water until she's done, you won't have to go through any more. Lose any, and we keep doing it until you get it right. Understood?"