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Brandy's eyes shot open. Her lower abdomen very suddenly became bloated and crampy.She was somewhat nauseated. She rolled over onto her back, reached over and turned on the lamp by her bed. She ran next door into her bathroom, quickly and clumsily unbuttoning the dropseat on her pink pajamas. She spread her buttocks and sat on her toilet. Without more than a light push, she could feel a long snake of sorts pushing out of her rear end, followed by several large, watery clumps. She gagged a little bit at the smell, combined with her nausea.
Her bowel rested for a few minutes, but she remained very bloated, and remained seated on the toilet in case of more activity. About three minutes later, her bowel suddenly became bloated once again. She pushed, expelling more watery clumps, plus what seemed like a gallon of almost straight water. She then waited for another 5 minutes.
"All clear", Brandy thought to herself.
Brandy stood up and looked in the toilet bowl. There was one long, dark log of feces, half submerged in a thin bowlful of diarrhea. She started wiping the slimy mess until she was just about clean. Then she stepped out of her pink footed pajamas, slid the salmon-colored curtain, and stepped into the shower, turning the water on to a cold pulse like she liked.
Brandy turned her back to the shower stream, grabbing the handheld shower arm, and aiming it at her rear end. With her other hand, she pulled her left buttock leftward. The water dripping to the tub floor beneath her was tinged a light, caramel brown for about ten seconds before her rear became clean. Brandy still felt a bit bloated, but not as badly as before.
Brandy held the showerhead, still on cold, right near her clitoris. With her other hand, she started gently rubbing the smooth, still-hairless skin around that area. Her pelvic area felt full again, but not with the bloat of an unknown illness. It started to tingle pleasantly. Brandly sighed softly.
She continued to rub the area around her clitoris in firm, but gentle circles. She let the showerhead drop, creating a loud bang. She heard her mother's footsteps down the hall, but her mother didn't knock.
"Whew", she said.
Brandy regained her breath, and started washing herself like normal, applying a watermelon-scented bodywash to her body. First, her legs and feet, then her smooth, bald genital area, then her belly, then finally her small sun-deprived breasts and brown, pointy nipples. she then carefully rinsed her body in the reverse sequence: breasts, belly, crotch, legs, and finally feet.
She declined to shampoo. She was in a hurry to get out of the shower and get dressed, even if it was just in PJs again. She just felt like getting back into bed, hopefully without her tummy revolting yet again. She had been up all night dealing with the same symptoms. The last thing she wanted was a fourth time on the pot. Brandy was drained and it wasn't even 6 a.m. Not the kind of thing she envisioned in the week leading up to her fourteenth birthday.
Brandy shut off the water and climbed out of the shower. She just stood for a minute, looking at herself in the full-length mirr or behind her toilet, which she now proceeded to flush. She was about five foot eight, and had a thin, but very athletic build, and a bronze tan, except for the area concealed by her bra, which was almost completely white. Her wavy hair was shoulder-length and platinum blonde, parted in the middle.
"Knock, knock." said her mother in a hushed tone. "You feeling O.K.?"
"No. Not really", said Brandy. "That was my fourth trip to the toilet since maybe midnight. My stomach still feels...I dunno....chunky."
"OK. Well, open the door for a minute. I cleaned your red footie PJs last night. I think maybe you should just wear them today."
Brandy opened the door, and took the one-piece fleece pajamas. She sat on the toilet,lid down, and unfurled the folded jumpsuit. She took the metal zipper between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it down from the neckline to the crotch. She stepped in to her pajamas with her left foot, then her right. She then reached down and pulled the zipper all the way back up to her neckline and adjusted the white cuffs around her wrists.
She then proceeded out to the kitchen to talk with her mother, grabbing a chair at the kitchen table.
"I called Urgent Care Northwest down on 34th and Division. A Dr. Suzuki has an opening at 7:00. So we're in. She can try to figure out what's going on with you." Brandy's mother Jessica said.
"'Kay. Should I change out of my jammies?", said Brandy in a weak, tired voice.
"Nah. You ready, or do you need something to eat? Ther's coffee cake in there." said Jessica.
"No, let's go." said Jessica. "Beat the traffic on 415."
Brandy and her mother walked out to her white '92 Camry, got in, and headed down Chicago Avenue to the entrance to Highway 415. Brandy nodded off while her mother drove. Only eight minutes later, they were in the parking lot of the urgent care facility, which was right next to the hospital. The traffic was very light, despite an earlier wreck near the Highway 105 split.
"OK, sweetie, we're here", said Jessica. Brandy woke up and looked around. The lot was fairly packed for that early. An ambulance sped by with its red and blue lights on, but no siren. The driver did tap an electronic horn a few times, though. Jessica grabbed her purse and pulled out a black bag.
"You're pretty sick and don't need to get sicker. These places have all sort of cooties around, so I grabbed some dust masks left over from the charity event. Here, look at me for a minute."
Brandy turned her head to her mother. Her mother proceeded to place a thick, rigid white mask over Brandy's nose and mouth. She held it in place with her left hand. With her right, she took the top yellow rubber band and stretched it over Brandy's ears, resting it there. Brandy did the other rubber band herself, again stretching it over her head with one hand, and pressing the mask against her face with the other. She pulled the rubber band below her ears and rested it. She then pinched the metal noseclip so that it hugged her nose tightly. She started to breath through her mouth, which was easier.
"I'm going to drive over to Emsworth Middle and pick up your sister. We'll both be back in an hour. Just come out here to the drop-off, assuming you're done." said her mother. "Bye, sweetie." She kissed Brandy on the forehead.
Brandy, headed into the building through the double doors, wearing only her red footed pajamas and her white dust mask. She got the wide range of looks. A few people looked at her funny, or with pity. One mother pulled her little kid away. Another woman was nicer and even said, "I have footie PJs like that!."
She went down the hallway and turned right, into the Urgent Care waiting room. It was basically empty. A nurse took her in immediately and took her vitals. She was then led to a small, brightly lit exam room, and told the doctor would be in shortly. She sat on the exam table.
Five minutes later, Dr. Suzuki came in. she was a short, young, half-asian, half white woman who looked no older than 25. She was in a labcoat, golden khakis, and black chunks.
"Hi, I'm dr. Suzuki. What's the issue today?" she asked, pen and clipboard in hand.
Brandy explained in a muffled voice that she had had 4 seperate attacks of diarrhea last night, and developed a rather constant feeling that she needed to vomit. As it was right then and there, she had that same "chunky" feeling in her stomach, and bloated feeling in her hips, as though it could come from either end pretty soon.
"Well, I'm glad your mother had you wear a mask. Your immune system is pretty taxed right now.Do you know if you have any more masks on hand at home?" Brandy shrugged that she didn't know. Dr. Suzuki paused and wrote down a few notes. "OK, I hate to have to do this, but I need to to get out of your pajamas for a bit. I need to do a stool culture."
Brandy sighed and then got off the table. she faced away from Dr. Suzuki and unzipped her pajamas, letting them fall to the floor, covering only her feet now. She bent forward, grabbing into the foot of the table. A few seconds later, she felt the warmth of Dr. Suzuki's gloved hand on her rear end.
"OK, this should just take amoment.", Dr. Suzuki said gently.
Brandy then felt Dr. suzuki's finger penetrate her anus. Her anal muscles relaxed around the woman's finger, which dug around a bit. Brandy's bloating got worse and worse over the course of the doctor's finger being in her anus.
"Oh, shit!", Brandi screamed. Even with a thick dust mask strapped to her face, she knew what had happened. She gagged at the smell. She winced as she could feel a slimy sensation running down her rear end to her left leg. She almost started to cry.
"Shhhhh.....just hold still. This happens every so often. I'm going to take this warm rag and clean you up the best I can. Your jammies are just fine." Dr. Suzuki laughed gently. Brandi calmed down a bit and let the young woman clean her backside and her legs with a warm, wet rag. First in and around her anus, then her buttocks, then both of her tan, athletic legs.
"OK, you're good. You can zip back up and I'll be right back. I need to get ysomething for you. Hold tight." said Dr. Suzuki.
Brandi picked up her pajamas, putting her lef arm through the left sleeve, then repeating with the right. She zipped up her pajamas and got back on the exam table, her legs dangling off the end. Immediately, the doctor knocked and came back in.
"OK, can you take your mask off for me?" she asked.
Brandy picked the yellow rubber band off the right side of her head and stretched it, pulling the mask off of her face, feeling a sudden rush of cool, albeit now a bit smelly, ambient air. She let the white, disposable mask dangle around her neck. But Dr. Suzuki then reached for it and took it off Brandy's neck, thowing it away.
"You said you weren't sure whether you had anymore masks on hand. That's a potential problem, since, if your stool test indicates what I think it will, your immune system is going to be depleted for a month or more due to XDL virus. So...."
Brandy's eyes darted down towards the doctor's hands. She had in them a light grey, rubber respirator, similar to what Brandy's father used for his contracting jobs. On each side, there was a flat, hot pink, circular filter. On the bottom, there was a blowhole of sorts. Attached to the mask was an assembly of thick, grey, belt-like straps, dangling from Dr. Suzuki's hands.
"I'm going to give you this 'gas mask'. You'll need to wear it whenever you go out anywhere or have guests until you are well. It could be a month. It could be less. It could be more." she explained.
"Oh, man. Guess no birthday party. I turn 14 in a week. I had tickets to Nutcracker." Brandi almost started crying again.
"Well, that's between you and your mom. Like I said, your immune system is weak. It will be for a while, even if your symptoms go down. So you need to wear this mask if you do go. It filters more than your dust mask, plus, it's reusable, so you don't run out like you said you might have." said Dr. Suzuki.
Brandi sighed. "OK." She straightened up and looked forward.
The doctor stepped forward and pressed the soft, gray rubber facepiece firmly but gently over Brandy's nose and mouth. Brandy suddenly, by reflex, breathed in harder than she normally would have, causing an audible hiss. She exhaled. She inhaled again, then exhaled.
"OK, so once you have this mask over your nose and mouth, you just pull the top strap assembly over your head. The crossstrap just lays on top of your head.", she said, doing as she just said. "Hold the mask in place now."
Brandy obliged, pressing the mask against her face with her left hand.
"Now grab at one tab, and pull it, then do the same on the other side." she instructed. Brandy took a few more slow, deep breaths as she pulled the left tab back, then the right. She then grabbed the bottom two straps and buckled them together, tightening them with another set of tabs. She sat there and moved her eyes around. Her nose was now covered in the light gray of her mask, and she could see the hot pink filters on either side of her nose. She looked up at the young female doctor.
"You're free to go! Be sure and keep that on until you get out of the building. Do you need a restroom or are you OK?" she asked.
Brandy nodded.
"OK, it's halfway down the hallway. Take a left, then a right, and it's the fourth door on your right. You don't even need to check out." the doctor pointed the way.
"OK, thanks....nice meeting you." Brandy said, shaking the lovely Dr. Suzuki's hand. and walked out the door of the waiting room.
Two minutes later, she found the restroom, a nice, large room with sink and toilet, and popped in, shutting and locking the door, and flipping on the light switch. She very quickly unzipped her pajamas and completely stepped out of them. She sat down, naked except for the mask tightly hugging her face. She then immediately felt herbowel fill up. she pushed, very easily and gently pushing out a long, soft log of excrement, followed by two small pellets. She took a deep breath, sighing in a loud hiss, and just sat there on the toilet for a minute. She then spread her legs apart and started to rub her clitoris in circles with two of her right fingers.
Brandy's heart started beating faster. Her breathing became heavier and more audible as her breath traveled through her cartridge respirator. Her face started to tingle where the mask covered it so firmly. Her hips started to feel full as she continued to rub around her clitoris with her right hand, and grab at her small, firm breasts with the other.
About three minutes later, she started to moan several times. She stopped caressing her breasts and started to hold on to the sink next to her as she continued massaging her clitoris. Thirty seconds later, Brandy's chest arched forward. The feeling in her pelvic area climaxed to a series of pulsating contractions as she moaned and grunted louder. After about a minute, of this sensual throbbing around her clitoris and her warm, wet, sticky vagina, gradually drew to a close. Her loud breathing slowed down and became less deep. After about another minute, Brandy stood up and stepped into her pajams and drew the zipper up, completely forgetting to wipe her rear end, or to flush.
Brandy left the restroom and started hurriedly walking back to the pick-up area, where her mother and her twelve year old sister, Tiffany, were waiting in the Toyota. Tiffany, who was four feet tall, was slender and fair-skinned, and had long, wavy hair down to hershoulders. She was wearing a white polo, blue and grey plaid skirt, white tights and black maryjanes. The girls' mother had made Tiffany wear a white dust mask like Brandy had on earlier.
"Hi, guys", Brandy said, severely muffled.
"Wow! Hi! They fit you with a respirator like dad has?!" said Jessica.
"Yeah," said Brandy as she got belted in. "Dr. Suzuki first have me a stool exam. You know, probed me with her fingers and all that. Should know by tomorrow or the next day what's wrong. She thinks it's XDL. I couldn't remember whether we had any more dust masks on hand, so she just gave me this. She told me to wear it any time I go out in public, any time we have guests at home, or any time you all are sick until I get better."
"So, the Nutcracker is off?" Jessica asked, her voice tinged with pity.
"No. I can go if I feel up to it, but need to wear this mask." said Brandy.
"Oh. Hmmmm. Well, you were going to go dressed as a character yourself. Would you still want to?" asked her mother.
"I kind of want to, but..." Brandy's voice trailed off. "I'll think about it."
"OK, well, we're home. Why don't you go back to bed. You don't need to do anything today."
Brandy walked into the house, then back to her room. She climbed back into bed, getting under the warm covers, and went to sleep, perhaps dreaming of sugar plum faeries, forgetting that her new respirator was still on.
END OF PART ONE.