I had been ill for a couple of days and Mom became worried. She had tried
all sorts of home remedies to get my fever to break. Finally, she decided to
bite the bullet and take me to see our family doctor, Doctor Messina, a man
I now know prescribed enemas to cure about everything.

However, I don't recall anything spectacular about that visit, but following
the visit fireworks began to take shape. I remember leaving Messina's office
and going downtown with Mom to a Rexall Drug Store where she purchased a red
and black box that appeared to be about 8 inches wide and I think a foot and
a half long. I did not know what she was getting and I didn't ask. I was
just with her. We then went straight back home where Mom placed me into bed.

Later that night, I awoke burning up with fever. I called to Mom and both
she and Dad came in. They called Doctor Messina on the phone. That was
followed by Mom giving me some aspirin and then taking me into the bathroom
where she proceeded to open that red and black box.

I couldn't help but watch her as she pulled a big red bag, then some red
tubing, and a couple of black things out of that box. She appeared to know
what she was doing and she soon had all those things together. In fact,
before I knew it, Mom had gotten up, walked over to the sink, turned on the
faucet and began putting water into the bag. Then she put the tubing into
the bag and walked over to the toilet and sat down holding the bag in one
hand and reaching for me with the other. I didn't know whether to run or go
to her. But regardless, the next thing I knew, I was bent over Mom's lap and
she was taking my underwear off. I think it was at that point that Mom told
me that she was going to give me a cold tap water enema to help reduce the
fever. I didn't say anything, I was at her mercy.

Within moments, though, I felt her smear something onto my bootie hole
followed, I think, by Mom saying something like, "this may hurt a little." I
tensed up and then felt Mom sliding something up into me. It didn't hurt,
but it did feel weird. I started to say something, but before I could, Mom
unsnapped the thing on the tubing and low and behold, I began my first
experience with that red bag. And if I might add, I think I became addicted
to that "thing" from that point on.


                                  AFTERMATH



For, there was no doubt, I liked the feeling of the water entering me. I
don't think many people know a child that young would experience sensuality,
but I did and that was enough to make me an enema addict for life. In fact,
I couldn't get the thought of taking another enema out of my mind. I think I
must have dreamed many a dream which depicted Mother giving me enemas. To
tell the truth, some were so life-like that I probably would have swore that
they were real. I guess you might say that by the time I was 7, if dreams
were reality, I would have taken hundreds of enemas where in reality I
probably only had taken one.

I, however, continued to hope against hope that someday, I would again
experience that ecstasy I experienced years before. In fact, I even wished
to become sick and every time I got sick, I hoped Mom would remember what
Doctor Messina prescribed that one special night, but to my amazement, she
didn't.

Finally, at around the age of 9, I decided that I had to do something on my
own. I had to experience that feeling again. Just dreaming no longer filled
the bill. So what did little old me do, I dreamed up a plot that I just knew
would work.


                                  THE PLOT



Having looked up the word enema in the dictionary, I now knew that an enema
was not only given to relieve fever, but to relieve constipation as well.
So, what did I do, I decided that I was going to get constipated, at least I
was going to let Mom think I was.

I decided that the bathroom at home was off limits. This way Mom couldn't
tell whether I was having movements or not. In addition, I decided to eat
about everything I could in front of Mom and Grandma night after night.

Would my plan work? I didn't know, but I was sure going to give it the old
American try because I was desperate.


                              THE FIRST ATTEMPT



I believe that my first attempt took place on a Sunday night, a school
night. I remember that I waited till it was somewhere after nine o'clock to
allow my brother to be asleep. I didn't want anyone but Mom and possibly my
grandmother knowing of my problem.

I got up out of bed knowing that both Mom and Grandma were in the living
room watching TV. I was just determined to give it a try. As planned, I had
eaten a rather large lunch and supper that night and I knew that Mom and
Grandma knew it because Grandma even commented on it to me, telling me I was
going to burst if I didn't stop eating so much.

I left my room and tip-toed into the living room with my belly looking
pregnant as I planned. Mom looked up at me and asked me, "what are you doing
up?"

I told her that I couldn't sleep because my stomach was hurting and that I
thought that I needed to go to the bathroom.

Grandma then said, "then you had better go!"

I told her that I had tried, but couldn't.

Mom then asked me when was the last time that I had been able to go and I
told her that I hadn't been in about four days. Grandma looked up at me and
said, "four days?"

I said, "yes, I think so."

Grandma spoke to Mom and said, "Mary, you need to help your child out."

Mom didn't waste any time. She took me straight into the kitchen, opened one
of the cabinets, pulled out a bottle of Fletcher's Castoria and proceeded to
deliver a super large dose down my throat.

Mom then said, "that oughta help you by morning. Now go on back to bed."

I wasn't at all happy. My attempt had failed and I knew that in the morning
I was going to splatter shit everywhere and I knew Mom and the rest of the
house would hear it, thereby ending my constipation idea. So, I had to come
up with a secondary plan.


                             THE SECONDARY PLAN



The next morning, I got up early, way before Mom or anyone else in the house
was up. I then quietly exited out the backdoor and went out behind the
garage where I relieved myself in a pile of grass. Then, I quietly
re-entered the house and went back to bed where I fell back to sleep. An
hour or so later, Mom came into the room to wake my brother and me up for
school. In doing so, Mom asked how I felt, and I said, "terrible."

Mom asked me if I had been to the bathroom during the night and I replied a
resounding, "no."

She again took me to the kitchen and again gave me a large dose of Castoria.
She said that if this dose didn't work, she was going to call Doctor Messina
for his advice.

My brother and I went on off to school where I stayed all day and
intentionally missed my ride home. I wanted to walk so I could again relieve
myself before I got home, which I did.

Mom met me right at the door as I entered. She looked mad. I spoke up
quickly, "I had to do a little extra work in math, Mom, that is why I missed
my ride home with Mrs. Jabour."

Mom seemed satisfied with that answer and then she asked me the question I
had been waiting for, "Mike, have you been to the bathroom yet?"

I, fake belly and all, said, "no, not even a rumble." Mom, looking concerned
began to shake her head in bewilderment as she began to leave the room. Then
I heard her say, "I'd better give Dr. Messina a call." I sat down and turned
the TV on.

A couple of minutes later, Mom re-entered the room. This time though,
Grandma was with her. They smiled at me and then sat down beside me, one on
each side. I turned and looked at both of them. Then, Mom said, "I did talk
with Doctor Messina and he suggested that I give you an enema, Mike."

I just sat there looking at her and then at Grandma with this dumb look on
my face. I didn't want to seem too excited you know, but I was really
busting at the gut to grab both them and hug them, but I didn't dare.

Then, I became brave and uttered to Mom, "what exactly is that?"

Well, she him-hawed a bit and then said, "Mike, an enema is where I will be
putting water up into you through your bootie hole in a very humiliating
position."

I asked her, "Will it hurt?"

Mom replied, "I don't think so, Mike. I, myself, have only had one enema in
my life and that was right before I had you. And to tell you the truth, I
don't remember it hurting. But, Mike, I do remember, that I was really
embarrassed and humiliated both during the time the nurses administered the
enema to me and afterwards as well."

I inquired, "well, did it do what it was supposed to do?"

Mom smiled and said, "I don't think I ever crapped so much in my life. In
fact, if my memory serves me correct, I didn't think I was ever going to get
through pooping. You want to try one?"

I didn't say anything so Mom again spoke up. "If you are as constipated as I
think you are, it will make you feel better and I'll try not to embarrass
you too bad."

I hugged Mom's neck and said, "I have got to have some kind of relief. You
won't embarrass me. How in the world could you or Grandma do that? You two
are not strangers like those nurses were to you at the hospital, Mom. For
you have seen me naked on so many occasions I don't dare guess. In fact, you
two have bathed me, changed me, and helped me get dressed. How could giving
me an enema be any different? I guess what I am trying to say to both of you
is, don't worry about me. But, my only reservation, like I said before, is
that I don't want it to be too painful."

Mom leaned over and hugged me. Then she uttered "son, I understand what you
are saying, and as for the enema hurting, the enema I took didn't hurt too
bad, only some mild cramping, which the nurses said was caused by the fact
that I could never get relaxed during the time I was receiving it." I said,
"oh! then I'll relax!"

Mom looked me straight in the eye and said, "You had better, because if you
do, you might even enjoy it! Because, to be totally honest with you, the
feeling I felt about half way through was rather erotic and if I had been
given the enema under different circumstances, I might have even enjoyed
it."

I grinned again and then said, "Mom, what does erotic mean?"

Both Mom and Grandma grinned.

I then said, "aren't you going to tell me?"

Mom, still smiling, said "strange! I think?"

I shook my head a little and smiled.

Mom seeing this spoke up, "I guess that smile means that you have decided to
take an enema, right?"

I smiled a super big smile.

Both Mom and Grandma noticed. Then Mom spoke up saying, "well, go on back to
the back bathroom and I'll be back there in a minute or so."

Grandma then added, "I know that you will feel better in a few minutes."

I said, "I hope so," as I turned and walked towards the door leading to my
room.

As I exited I heard Grandma tell Mom, "I guess I can help out a little.
Mary, you get the Vaseline and soap out of the kitchen and I'll get the
enema bag out of the bathroom cabinet."


                                  THE ENEMA



I couldn't believe it. My plan had worked. I was about to receive the enema
that I had been wanting for oh so long. I was so excited that I began to
develop goosebumps all over my body and if I am not mistaken, I also began
to get a hard on.

The first thing I did was close the door to my room. Then, I locked the
bathroom door leading from my room into the bathroom and opened the other
door to the bathroom, the door leading to the kitchen. I looked out awaiting
my treat and also to see what they were doing. I soon saw Grandma coming out
of the front bathroom door carrying this red bag, with red tubing and a
black tip. (A knot began to form in my throat, not to mention also in my
belly.) Mom saw me looking out, smiled and said, "I'll be right back, we're
about ready."

Then she walked over to her mother and took the bag and tubing from her,
turned and then began walking right towards me pausing only to pick up the
Ivory dishwashing soap and the Vaseline.

Soon, she was at the door. I stepped back and let her enter the bathroom.
She looked me straight in the eyes and told me to get undressed. I hesitated
just a second. She turned her head a little and held up the bag and tubing
at me saying, "I CAN'T GIVE YOU THIS WITH YOUR CLOTHES ON AND YOU DO WANT ME
TO GIVE YOU THIS, DON'T YOU?"

I hesitated no more and started removing my shirt. Seeing that, she grinned
and then laid the items onto the washing machine, pointing the black nozzle
at me as she did. Within seconds I was completely nude and just standing
next to Mom. Mom reached over and laid her hand onto my belly. I was
beginning to get too excited to be embarrassed. I tensed my stomach muscles
which poked out my belly. Mom said, "you do feel a little full, but Mother
is going to be helping you out in just a second or so."

Mom then looked at me and said, making fun at my first real hard on, "Mike,
what's that?"

I grinned and for the first time felt a little embarrassed. But I countered,
"I don't know."

Mom wasn't ignorant. She knew that I was turned on by that red bag and hose,
but she didn't let on. She just stepped over and turned the water on. She
stood there sticking her finger into the flow. I walked over and asked her
what she was doing that for, and she said that she was adjusting the water
for a very important reason. I asked her what was that. She replied that she
didn't want to have it too hot or it might burn me.

I said, "well, fill it with cold water."

She laughed and then replied, "we wouldn't want the water to be too cold
either or it might cause severe cramping."

I didn't reply orally. I just shook my head as if I understood.

Finally, she had it just right. She took my hand in hers and pulled it over
into the water. "Feel, just right. Right?"

I said, "Feels good to me."

She reached over and took the red bag off of the washing machine and began
filling it with that deliciously warm water. A second or so later she held
it up and said, "that should do it, right?"

How was I to know? All I wanted was to have her give me an enema and that
was just what she was doing. Then all of a sudden, I became brave and said,
"awe Mom, go on and fill it all the way, I might be able to take it."

Mom grinned at me and then stuck the bag back under the water filling it as
I had requested saying, "Mike, you won't be able to take a third of it. You
are not that big."

Within seconds, it was brim full. She again held it up for me to inspect.
"Satisfied now?"

I replied, "thanks!"

She then reached for the Ivory dishwashing liquid and squirted some into the
bag. Then she took the tubing off of the washing machine, clamped the
shut-off tight and screwed the tubing into the bag. I knew it wasn't long
now. Then to my surprise, Mom began shaking the bag back and forth. Seeing
my expression, she replied, "I don't want the soap to be too concentrated."

Finally, she walked over to the wall by the commode and hung the bag up.
Almost immediately, a gurgling sound started. It was the water entering the
tubing, priming itself for me. Mom sat down on the toilet seat and reached
for the Vaseline. I handed it to her. She opened the top and took her finger
and pulled out a big old glob of the stuff. My hard on was really showing
now but I wasn't embarrassed any more. Mom just patted her knee and said,
"come here my child, lay yourself across here." I did.

Mom then told me that she was going to put some of the Vaseline onto my
little bootie hole so that the nozzle wouldn't hurt as she put it in. I
said, "OK," and she proceeded. Boy, was that an erotic experience. I pushed
back onto her finger as she smeared the stuff onto my crack. This caused her
finger to slide up into my rectum. Mom pulled back, then realizing what I
was doing, pushed it in clear up to her knuckle, I think. I gasped and then
she started rotating it in and out saying, "you like this, don't you?"

I said, "oh, yes, Mom I do."

Mom leaned over to my ear and whispered, "well, Mike, I think you are all
lubed up. You want me to give you your water now, don't you?"

I replied, sounding almost faint, "please, I can't wait to feel it?"

With that, Mom removed her finger from within me and asked me to get up. I
did and she got up saying, "just one more thing big boy and I'll begin, but
for right now just stay here, I'll be right back, I've got to get one more
thing."

With that, she left the room only to return within seconds carrying a long,
black nozzle. I found out later that that was her own personal douche
nozzle.

She pointed it at me and said "I think, judging from your reaction to my
finger, you will probably like this bigger nozzle in you better than that
tiny slim one that is in the tube now, right?"

I didn't say anything, but watched as she proceeded to remove the small
black tip from the hose and slip the larger douche nozzle in. Completing
that task, she again sat back down and I again lay across her lap as before.

I hadn't even had time to get comfortable when I felt her slide the big
nozzle in. "How do you like this big old black nozzle, Mike?"

I looked back at her and said, "I love it." Sensing my desire, she then
began to slowly move the big nozzle in and out of my behind. I again said,
"I love that too."

She laughed and then replied, "you are weird, Mike." Then she unsnapped the
hose sending the warm, soapy enema water up into my behind. I gasped, then
nuzzled down onto her knee. It felt great. Mom knew it and she continued to
slide the nozzle in and out as the water entered.

"I think I've started something here, Mike. I bet you'll want me to do this
sort of thing to you more often, right?"

I replied, "oh, mama, this enema feels so gooooood. You had better."

Mom looked over to the wall and stared at the bag. "Where are you putting
all of this water? It is already half empty."

I smiled and said, "Mom, I've never felt anything so pleasant before." Then
it hit me, a cramp. I told Mom. She told me to relax which I did and then
she asked me if I wanted her to stop the water.

I said, "I don't think so, it's getting better now."

With that, I felt her slide her hand between her knee and my stomach. Then
she gently began to massage that area. I just lay there in ecstasy taking my
water. Then everything stopped. "That's all, Mike, you've taken that entire
bag. I would never have believed it if I weren't here viewing it."

Now, as you might think, I did not want it to stop, but stop it did. Mom
withdrew her hand from under me and then she removed the nozzle also. I got
up. Then she got up. My manhood was huge and so was my belly. Mom looked
down onto her pants leg and said, "what have you done here?"

I didn't know what to say. I had never done that before. Mom just grinned
and told me to expel my water. I told her, "but, Mom I'm not full. I know
that I can take some more water."

She responded to that request by saying, "that's all the water I am going to
put up in you this time. Now, go and relieve yourself."

With that, she left the room calling to her mother, "Mom, he took the entire
bag, you believe that?"

About a minute or so later, Grandma and Mom both came to the door.

"How are we doing?" Grandma asked.

I said, "just fine, I don't think I've ever crapped so much in my life."

Mom then said, "Well, that is what I gave you the enema for, wasn't it?"

I replied, "yes, I guess so."

Mom said, "you guess so?"

Grandma then spoke, "I hear that you were able to take an entire bag of
water, Mike."

I again spoke saying, "yes, Mam maw, I did and I think that I could have
taken even more but Mom wouldn't give it to me. I asked!"

Grandma looked at her daughter and said, "Mary?"

Then Grandma noticed the douche nozzle. "Mary, what on the earth do you mean
sticking that child with that big old douche nozzle? Are you out of your
wits?"

I spoke up. "Grandma, Mama got that bigger nozzle cause the little one
wouldn't stay in."

Grandma questioned, "didn't it hurt?"

I said, "no mam."

Then Grandma spoke up, "Mary, I think you probably need to give Mike a
couple of plain water enemas now to wash out all of the soap that remains up
in him."

Mom then replied, "Mom, you really think it is needed?"

Grandma answered, "yes, we don't want him to get burned inside, do we?"

They both looked at me at that point and I replied, "My bootie's yours."

With that Mom reached up, took down the enema bag, and handed it to Grandma
who began the ordeal of washing out the bag before filling it with water
again. I looked at her intently counting the seconds. Finally, after what
seemed like an eternity, she had the bag full again. I smiled at her and she
in turn smiled back at me as she attached the red hose to the bulging bag. I
smirked a little which prompted this response from Mom, "After I get
finished giving you this enema, Mike, I don't want to find what I found on
my leg the last time."

I said, "Mom! I didn't do that on purpose."

With that Mom giggled, grabbed the bulging bag from her Mother and hung the
bag beside where I was standing. Again, just like before I heard the
gurgling of the water filling the hose. I about exploded with desire.

Mom then sat down on the toilet and patted her lap. I hurriedly lay across
her lap and she began the chore of lubricating my bootie hole with Vaseline.
I pushed my hips back toward her finger causing it to again slip inside my
rectum. I groaned. Then, to my amazement, Mom stuck another finger up into
me. I thought what in the world was she doing? She began wiggling both
fingers stretching the hole open. Then, I felt her slid the douche pipe
between her fingers and up into me and without even withdrawing her fingers.
I really groaned as she opened the tube's shut-off which allowed the enema
to begin flowing into me.

I wasn't in pain, so I smiled and lay content across Mom's lap as ounce upon
ounce of water filled me. Both Mom and Grandma knew that I was in heaven. I
tried to breathe normal but to no avail.

Ounce by ounce the water invaded my abdomen and it didn't take long for this
bag to empty. This time, however, to my amazement, Mom wasn't through. She
didn't pull the big black nozzle out of my rectum. Instead, she just reached
up from where she was sitting snapped the shut-off and unhooked the bag. I
started to get up, but she put her hand onto my back and pushed me back
down. I wondered what the hell is she doing? Then I realized.

Mom unscrewed the tubing from the bag and leaned over and handed Grandma the
bag who in turn turned on the water in the sink and began filling the bag
again.

Grandma spoke saying, "Mike, I guess you realize now that we're going to
give you a really big enema this time. You will let us know if it starts to
hurt, right?"

I said, "I'll try and take as much as I can."

Grandma said, "it will do you a lot of good if you do."

About that time, Grandma had it full again and she proceeded to hand it to
Mom. Mom, in turn, screwed the tube into the bottle and as with the other 2
times, she hung it above me. The hose again gurgled and then there was
silence except for the snap of Mom opening the shut-off.

Again, the enema water rushed into me. My stomach began to ache with delight
again. Mom, like before, placed her loving hand between her leg and my
stomach, probing, pushing, uplifting the enema water way up into my
intestines. I reached back for Mom's other hand. She grabbed hold to my
grip. I smiled and held onto Mom's free hand as my enema continued to fill
my bloated stomach. A minute or so passed. I was still laying there.
Finally, I heard Mom shutting the shut-off again. Then she said, "I can't
believe it, you have taken 2 full bags. Mama! He has taken 2 full bags of
water and I think that he might be able to take even more, what do you
think?"

Grandma replied, "Where in the world is a little guy like you putting all
that water? Are you full?"

I said, "maybe, I don't know. I am not in any pain."

Grandma shook her head and said, "I think 2 bags is more than enough right
now. We don't want him to pop, do we? So, just let him up and we will leave
him to his business."

Both Mom and Grandma left the room and boy did I have a super bowel
movement. As for Mom, she didn't come back in to check on me like she did
before. So I went into the kitchen where she was and hugged her neck. She
patted me on the butt and told me that she now had to get supper cooked for
the family and for me to run on. I did.


                      CONVINCING MOM TO GIVE ME ANOTHER



Several days went by and Mom still had not taken the enema bag down from the
wall. I just knew that it was hanging there for a reason. At least I hoped
so. I was again beginning to feel a little sluggish and I knew I needed to
get Mom's attention. So, I went into the kitchen where Mom was and told her
that I was again having problems going to the bathroom. Mom brushed me off.
So, I went to Mam-maw, and told her that I was having problems again going
to the bathroom and I had asked Mom to give me another enema and that she
just ignored me. I don't know exactly if I wanted Grandma to do it or not
but I do remember asking her to talk with Mom about it.

Days went by, and still I heard nothing. Not even a whisper and the bag just
continued to hang where it hung when I emptied it the last time. I was
becoming desperate. Friday night came and neither Mom or Grandma said
anything. It took me forever to go to sleep. But to my ignorance, things
were a changing. The next morning, bright and early, I was awoken by Mom.
She told me to come on and I followed her into the back bathroom where I
looked up and to my thrill, I noticed that the bag was still there and that
it wasn't empty anymore. For Mom had filled the bag again. This time I was
embarrassed, I left the room and hid behind a door in my room. Mom called
out, "Mike, if you want me to give you this enema, then come on, I don't
have all day."

I stayed put. Then Mom called, "If you don't come now I am going to take
this enema down and I don't want to hear another word about it."

Realizing that that was my last chance, I came out and entered the bathroom.
Mom told me to take off my underwear because she had other things to do that
day. I did and Mom administered the enema to me without even closing a door.

After the enema ended, Mom had me sit onto a slop jar that she had brought
into the bathroom earlier. I had no trouble filling it.

Within minutes Mom had once again appeared. She walked over to the jar,
looked in and then went over to the wall and took down the bag. She soon
began to fill it a second time. I knew then that that day was really going
to be special. It was. After I had expelled my second enema, I went and got
Mom again. She walked with me back to the bathroom saying all the while,
"Children and their enemas, I just don't understand them." Her tone sounded
angry. but was she? I wondered, what had I done wrong? I don't guess
anything, for she took down the bag a third time and administered yet
another enema to my waiting behind, filling it not once but twice in the
process. That's right, she gave me three full bags of water without letting
me up.

I truly thought that I had died and gone to heaven.

                                  EPILOGUE



Guess what Mom gave me for my birthday a couple of weeks later? That's
right, you guessed it, an enema, but guess what she used? A brand new open
top, red, Tyson fountain syringe that Grandma had bought me for my birthday
at Walgreens. Guess how many bags I took this time? Also, guess where I had
Mom store it? That's close, but no cigar, I kept it hanging besides the
washing machine in my bathroom. At least that is where it was when it wasn't
in use. You get my point?