The operation was on next Monday. I spent the entire Sunday drinking laxative liquids to clear out my intestines. It tasted horrible, and at times I felt like I’d start throwing up as well. I wasn’t allowed to eat anything either, only drink water. I couldn’t even sleep because I was afraid of the procedure that was about to be done on me.

But I just had to endure it. I’d come so far already. I couldn’t stop here, not when my goal was so close. I just needed to do this to get into the Special Operations Unit. That would be enough to show myself and everyone else that I was not a bed warmer. The end of my fight against the fate the others wanted to force upon me. Only a few omegas before me had been accepted to this unit, and none during Stoll’s command.

That goal was so close I couldn’t stop here.

I arrived at the clinic at seven in the morning, feeling like shit. I was tired, hungry, and weak, and thinking about the procedure made me only feel worse. I could already say this would be one of the worst days of my entire life. And that was before I ran into Commander Stoll on my way to the operating room.

“Commander,” I coughed when I saw him talking with the doctor who was supposed to operate on me.

“There you are,” the commander said, smiling. “I feared you had chickened out.”

“I… I… Sir, why are you here?” I stammered.

He laughed slowly as he took the steps to me. “I paid the good doctor a little extra so I can watch,” he told me in a mutter, freezing me to my spot. He turned his back on me. “Shall we begin?”

“Of course, sir,” my doctor said, letting the commander into the operation room.

I almost threw up. I wanted to run. I wanted to leave and never come back. My omega begged me to follow those instincts. It was scared. The physical sickness and disgust and fear and all the other negative things I felt at that moment were the same I had during the first times I got molested as a child, the first times I killed people, and the first times I got deadly injured. I stood there, frozen, almost unable to breathe.

But like every time before, I forced myself to endure this. I ignored my omega and forced myself to follow them.

The operation room was just like the nurse’s office from my last visit with green tiles and bright lights. But there, in the middle of it, stood the operation table, a reversed gynecologist chair where I’d have to be on all fours. It looked like a breeding bench… 

“Take off your clothes. Shoes and socks as well,” the doctor told me without bothering to give me his name. He pointed at a table at the side with a blue hospital gown on top of it. “You can wear that during the operation.”

I made my way slowly to it, then glanced over my shoulder. The commander watched me with a cruel smile on his face while the doctor was getting ready. Neither of them moved a muscle to give me any privacy. Why would they? They’d get a good look at my private parts during this operation.

I turned my back on them, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and stripped. The room was cold, and the tile floor freezing under my bare feet. I put on the gown but couldn’t reach the back to tie up the strings.

“Let me help with that,” Commander Stoll said, stepping behind me.

When his hands landed on me, both me and my omega shivered in disgust. The commander did not shy away from touching my ass and sides, his harsh hands groping me however he pleased, taking his time before tying the gown.

“I heard you’ll be nice and tight after this procedure,” he whispered in my ear once he was done, his hands still traveling on my sides and lower stomach. “I can hardly wait for your heat…”

I wanted to throw up when he bit my ear, his tongue playing on my skin.

“Are we ready?” the doctor asked, and I stepped away from the commander.

The doctor gestured for me to get on the table. I shivered before I clumsily climbed on it on my stomach, placing my limbs on the rests below it. The doctor lifted the whole contraption up, then spread the leg rests apart. 

It was so humiliating… Commander Stoll slowly made his way around me, staring at me with a pleased smile on his lips. I lowered my gaze while he enjoyed this view of me on all fours, my ass up and spread open. 

“Let’s see what we have here…” the doctor muttered, pushing my gown out of his way to reveal my ass. “Try to stay relaxed.”

I felt something hard and cold penetrating me without a warning, and it quickly started spreading me open. The doctor wasn’t giving me much sympathy as he kept cranking his tool to spread my hole.

“A little more…” the doctor said.

“It’s fascinating how much it can spread,” the commander commented.

“Well it has to get big enough for a baby,” the doctor noted. “Even though male omegas don’t birth large babies, the head can still be about the size of my fist. Your partner here may look like he won’t be able to fit that, but trust me, a little bit of muscle training right before giving birth will be enough to help him pass a baby. I mean if you’re considering one at a later date. Now you obviously aren’t.”

“Did you hear that?” the commander asked, his voice filled with laughter.

I refused to reply. The pain around my ring was unbearable, and the doctor still kept opening it further. I felt like I was just about to tear apart when he finally stopped.

“You need to relax,” he told me. “But it’s now wide enough… This may get a bit messy while I wash him out.”

“I don’t mind,” the commander said.

“All right then.”

A splash of cold water filled me only a moment later as the doctor spray washed my entire anal cavity, making sure he didn’t miss a single spot. At least that part wasn’t painful, but it was more than humiliating. Once he was done with that, he spared everything with disinfectant, then let me dry out while they talked about the procedure. I tuned out. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to remember they were staring up at my wide-spread ass, getting ready to mutilate me for Stoll’s sick amusement.

When the doctor changed his gloves, I knew he was ready to start. I closed my eyes, trying to relax. A moment later, he grabbed his instruments.

It was… uncomfortable. That was all I really had to say about the procedure. I didn’t really feel much, except for the doctor’s hand and fingers around my stretched ring while he closed my opening with the stitches. The worst pain I had was in my legs and arms while I had to stay in that uncomfortable position for so long. But the worst part was having Commander Stoll there, asking questions and mocking me as he acted like we were a couple.

But half an hour later, it was finally over.

“You’ll have to wear this rectal tube for at least seven days while your anal cavity is healing,” I was told.

I looked back to see the doctor showing me a thick elastic tubing with several thick rings around it.

“How does it work?” the commander asked on my behalf.

“It is simple. After I insert this and make sure it’s a good fit, these rings will expand with air to get it tightly lodged in his cavity. You should avoid heavy exercises and squatting while the tube is in to avoid it getting dislodged too soon. Your feces will travel through it, but if you detect leakage, you need to return here to get it re-adjusted. You should avoid producing slick since it can also dislodge the tube. You should also avoid trying to push your feces out.”

“And… how will I take it out once I don’t need it?” I asked.

“Just pull it carefully. Being aroused will help you with getting it out.”

And with that, the doctor pushed it in me. He spent a long moment making sure it was sitting perfectly in its place, then filled the rings with air. That was very uncomfortable as I felt it expanding and tightening in me. Once it was fully lodged, and the doctor pulled his instruments out of me, the tube felt like it was about to come out at any second.

“You’ll have to be very careful today while your anal is so loose,” the doctor told me, putting away his equipment. “We're done here. You may change your clothes.”

“I… I don’t think it’s staying in,” I said after trying to get off the table.

“You’ll get used to it,” the doctor only said. “By the way, these stitches should be taken out or replaced after six months. After that the risk of infection grows, and they’re not meant to last longer than that.”

Six months…? I had to go through this every six months?

I nodded slowly, avoiding the commander's amused face. I carefully got off the table, somehow managing to keep the tube in.

This was going to be a long week.

“Do you need a ride home?” the commander asked me.

“No. I’m fine, sir,” I said as I made my way to my clothes.

Getting dressed was painfully slow, especially with the commander openly staring at me, his eyes eating me up. Once I was finally done, the doctor gave me a small pile of papers about the procedure, told us both goodbye, then headed out, leaving me alone with Commander Stoll.

“Now you can fuck around all you want,” he said.

“I thought you were talking about Hochleng’s procedure, sir. Not this. Not Bitch Lace,” I said.

“I’m not paying ten thousand dollars on a procedure for a bitch that probably runs after a month,” he said. “But if you’re still in my unit after six months when it’s time to change the stitches, I’ll consider Hochleng’s.”

“No, you won’t,” I breathed out, and left the room.

“See you in two weeks,” he shouted after me just before the door fell closed.