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Date Posted: 10:50:03 03/11/07 Sun Not my own. Christa’s Demerol Injection Christa called me around 6:30 and she was quite upset. Stopping at a store on her way home from work, she’d suddenly experienced a sharp pain in her side. She’d managed to get to a ‘doc in the box’ she told me and gotten a pain reliever but the doctor there told her she needed to see her doctor in the morning. She was still hurting and thought she still might be in the morning and asked if I’d mind driving her to the doctor in the morning. Christa was 24 at the time, a dark-haired leggy beauty and eye turner. I was never romantically involved with her; she looked to me more as a good and trusted friend. She knew a lot about me but had no idea of my medical fetish and, in particular, my interest in watching women get injections in their bottom. Little did I know that this simple phone call would turn a long-time fantasy into reality. The next morning, I showed up at her apartment to pick her up as I had agreed to do. She obviously hadn’t slept well the night before and was happy to see me. She saw me as the ride to the doctor where she’d hopefully get some relief for the pain she was still experiencing. We talked for a few minutes before walking out the door and she told me the details of what had happened the previous night. Christa said the pain was so intense that she went to the closest place she could find. There she’d been briefly examined and the doctor had decided that she was not in need of any immediate medical attention. He’d prescribed some sort of non-narcotic pain reliever for her and the nurse had given her a shot she’d told me. As I stood there, she pulled her pants and panties down off her shapely right cheek and showed me her bruised bottom where the shot had been given. She also shared with me how much the shot had hurt and still hurt. I was excited beyond belief, trying not to give away my extreme excitement at what I was seeing and what she had told me. She also told me she was still experiencing the pain in her side and was a little nauseous even though she’d had nothing to eat. As we walked to my car, I remember thinking how much I would have given to have been around the previous night when the pain had occurred, how I would have loved to have taken her to the doctor and seen her get that shot. There was nothing I could to about that now and I turned my attention to taking her to her doctor as I’d promised the night before. A short fifteen minutes later we were there and waiting for her name to be called. When it was, she asked me if I’d be willing to come back after she’d talked to the doctor and decided what he wanted her to do next. I readily agreed as I watched her walk through the door leading to the examination rooms. About ten minutes later, the nurse came out into the waiting room telling me Christa wanted me to join her. She was sitting on the examination table and had slipped her clothes back on. The doctor was also waiting for me in the room and was now ready to discuss his diagnosis. Based on his examination and the symptoms she was exhibiting, his best guess was the Christa was passing suffering from one or more kidney stones. To be sure, he scheduled her for an ultrasound late that afternoon; the first time there was an opening. However, that appointment wasn’t until 4:00PM and it was barely 8:30AM. Christa was still in a lot of discomfort and asked the doctor if he could give her something for the pain. The doctor said that the only thing that would bring quick relief would be another shot, this time one of Demerol for the pain and Phenergan for the nausea. Having had the interest in injections for many years, I knew this meant another shot in Christa’s bottom and I immediately became excited when I heard what he said. Christa hesitated and couldn’t seem to make up her mind. She’d told me how much she hated the shot the night before but she was hurting and she couldn’t decide whether the pain in her side of the one in her bottom would be worse. The doctor was becoming impatient with her inability to make a decision so I spoke up and said she’d take the shot for the pain. Christa looked at me with tears forming in her eyes but didn’t say a word as the doctor looked to her for concurrence. He then left the office to give the orders for the injection. Christa sat in silence with me holding her hand, no doubt thinking of that long needle and painful medicine that would soon be put in her bottom. I could only fantasize about what I was hoping to witness and thinking about how I could best position myself to take advantage of what was unfolding before my eyes. I didn’t have too much time to think before a young male nurse came through the door with the small covered plastic tray obviously containing the syringe. I’m sure it was standard procedure, but he asked me to step out of the room for a minute. Christa didn’t make any effort to ask me to stay and I couldn’t come up with any quick reason to I reluctantly left the room and stood outside the closed door, wondering how my plan to watch her get the shot had gone so quickly astray. I heard Christa cry out slightly and a moment later the door opened and I went in the room as the nurse walked out. Much to my surprise, I discovered that Christa hadn’t got the shot and had started fussing when it was time to expose her cheek for the stick. The nurse hadn’t given her the shot; he’d simply gone to get some assistance! I told Christa I would stay with her while she got the shot and I turned away the female nurse who now was at the door with the male nurse. The male nurse closed the door and Christa’s eyes welled with tears as he asked her to roll onto her tummy on the examining table and to expose he bottom. She was still reluctant to move and I gently nudged her over on to her back and grasped the waistband of her pants and panties. I gently pulled them down to fully expose her bottom cheeks. She was in tears but beyond fighting, no doubt a combination of pain, lack of sleep and resignation that she was going to get the shot she so hated. I placed my hand right hand on the small of her back and held her hands with my left as I marveled at the tight, perfectly shaped bottom that would soon be penetrated with the needle. The nurse removed the protected cover from the needle and I realized how correct Christa was in anticipating the discomfort of this shot. This needle was long and thick and would be most painful going in and that’s before she received the burning medicine. He swabbed her left cheek and Christa tensed and started crying a bit louder, realizing that the moment was at hand. He pinched her cheek with his left hand, told her to relax her bottom and, before she could respond, he plunged the syringe it’s full length into her tight bottom. Her crying now turned to loud cries as she asked him to take the needle out. As she did this he pulled back on the plunger to insure there was no blood and then began injecting the medicine into her bottom. That brought more cries from Christa, these complaining of the burning in her bottom. The nurse slowly pushed the medicine into her bottom as she continued to cry out for him to stop. He finally finished the injection and pulled out the needle, applying a small bandage over the injection site. He broke down the syringe, put it in the sharps container and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him as he left. Christa, still with her bottom exposed, remained on her tummy still sobbing. As she lay crying, I gently pulled up her pants and panties. I don’t think she had really realized her bottom was still uncovered. I gently rubbed the bottom cheek where she had just gotten her injection, talking to her in soothing fashion, encouraging her to calm down and telling her that the worst was over and her pain would soon be gone. I helped her off the table and onto her feet and we left the office for her apartment. I brought up the shot several times after this experience but I don’t think she ever really understood how much of a turn-on the entire experience had been for me. I have never had the opportunity to see her get another shot but we remain close friends and I hope to one day get a repeat performance. 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