Megan had just sat down at the dinner table. "Well, nice of you to join us", her mother said in a sarcastic tone. "We haven't seen you at all since you came home and unpacked" An awkward silence fell over the table, as her father and older sister, Barb, shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Megan didn't reply, and began picking at her food. Her mother continued, "Megan, we're all going to pick out a Christmas tree tomorrow, would you like to come?" Megan replied, "No, I'm just not feeling very well". "Megan, I know you're in college now, but that doesn't mean you can avoid your family. And eat your food!" "I told you, I'm not feeling well", Megan replied. Her mother responded, "Fine, we'll take care of this after dinner."

"May I come in?", her mother said as she knocked at the bedroom door. "Yes, come in", was the response. She found her daughter lying on the bed, seemingly in discomfort. "What's bothering you", she asked. "My belly hurts. And I constantly feel bloated and full", came the reply. "Alright", her mother said, "we are going to take care of this. I'd like to see you the few days that you are home. I'm going to give you an enema". Before Megan could protest, she left the room.

Megan lay on the bed waiting, still in the cute sun-dress she wore that day. A few minutes later, her mother walked in with the full enema bag. "Mom, I don't need that, I'll be fine", she protested.

"Megan," her mother paused, "you know how things work around here. Did I say I would ask you if you wanted an enema?"

"No......"

"Did I say we would talk about you maybe getting an enema?"

"Well, no....."

"This enema is not up for discussion. You are taking this enema, and that's the end of it. I know it's been a few years since you had one of these, but that doesn't mean you're done with them."

Megan could only nod in agreement. Her mind flashed back to 2 or 3 years before, her mother opening the Fleet enema box, and removing the orange tip cover, as she watched nervously.

"Ok, Megan, take that dress off", her mother commanded. Megan was 18 years old, with a cute face and shoulder length brown hair. She had a little bit of a belly, but this was dwarfed by her large DD-cup breasts. Perhaps her most prominent feature, though, was her behind. It was almost perfectly round, and large but very tight and firm. When she wore tight jeans, it would protrude from behind her conspicuously.

She finished removing her dress. "A thong", her mother said disapprovingly, "wonderful". "When did you start wearing thongs? You're putting on real panties after this." Megan just rolled her eyes, and pulled off her thong, standing there in only her bra, her breasts bulging out of the cups. "That bra is too small for you. It's a D isn't it, not DD?" "I told you, mom, there's no cute bras in DD. I can only get the colors I want in D". "Well who the hell is going to see it? This is great, my daughter dressing slutty and busting out of her underwear. Alright, get on the bed."

Megan got on to her bed, watching her mother hang the bag. "Alright, you know the drill. On your knees, elbows down, behind up. Megan got into position, beginning to get nervous about the enema. Just then her bedroom door burst open.

"Hey sis!" Barb greeted in a cheery, yet teasing tone. Barb was 24, skinny with long brown hair and glasses. She was still in the business suit she wore that day to work. She was in the process of finding her own place, still temporarily living at home. She and Megan did not always get along.

"Get out of my room!", Megan shouted angrily. "No, this is too good to not watch", Barb laughed. Megan looked behind her as her mother took a finger full of vaseline and applied it to the nozzle.

"Um what....the hell....is that?", Megan asked nervously. She referred to the silver, baseball bat shaped nozzle. "Oh, this is much better", her mother replied.

"No! What happened to the old small Fleet nozzle? I want a Fleet!"

Barb interjected incredulously, "Wait...mom hasn't given you the bag yet?! Ever since she found that thing, it's been like her new toy! So, mom, you've just been picking on me with that thing?" she laughed. "Megan, really, it's much better. That nozzle won't slip out, so mom doesn't have to hold it in you. I had one yesterday, it was fine." Barb turned to leave the room, but then leaned her head back in. "Nice ass, Megan, I think I know where that last slice of cheesecake went." She then quickly shut the door as a pillow came flying at her. "I hate her", Megan grumbled.

Her mother held the nozzle in her hand. "Ok, I'm going to put it in now", she said as she looked at Megan's bottom. "Well, you've certainly inherited my bubble-butt, Megan", her mother chuckled. "Isn't yours more of a fat ass?", Megan sarcastically replied. Her mother retorted, "Megan, you might want to rethink that comment. Last I checked, I had a nozzle in my hand, and you were lying on the bed bare-assed in front of me. Who do you think is in charge here? Now raise your butt up a little higher".

Megan quietly complied. Her mother brought the nozzle closer. "Spread your legs a bit more." Megan opened her legs, her pink pussy lips barely visible between them. "Still can't see it", her mother said. "Well, your butt is definitely tight", she said as she chuckled. "I'll just use my hand here..."

Her mother took her left hand, and spread open her cheeks with her thumb and index finger. Megan felt her heart skip a beat, as she felt the cool air against her previously well-guarded rosebud. "Ok, now after I put the nozzle in, I'm going to...."

Megan gasped and closed her eyes, as she felt the large nozzle slide into her, disappearing into her ample buttocks. Her opening seemed stretched at first, then closed snugly around the skinnier end of it. Her heart raced from the shock of the unexpected feeling. However, she realized the nozzle felt oddly....comfortable. She clenched and unclenched a couple of times, feeling her anus hug the comfortably snug nozzle. Barb was right, this one didn't slip at all. After one more quick wiggle and clench of her ass, she happily buried her head into the pillow.

"Megan...Megan!" her mother said, trying to get her attention.

"Huh? What?"

"Like I said 3 times, I'm going to start the water ok?"

"Oh...yeah sure"

Megan hadn't realized she was in such a trance. She then focused her feelings on the warm water. She remembered feeling that initial squirt from the Fleet years ago. She never admitted it, but really kind of liked it. Her mother opened the clamp. There it was. That familiar old squirt up her butt, which to her felt almost like a slight vibration in her rectum. She smiled as she enjoyed the rest of the warm water filling her. "Not so bad is it", her mother said. "No...no it isn't" As the bag slowly emptied, they had a friendly mother-daughter talk, bonding over the enema.

...

Megan finished wiping and got off the toilet. She was going to get a shower now, but first the opened the bathroom door and poked her head out. "Mom? Are you there?" Her mother was still in the bedroom removing the enema bag. "Yes, sweetie?" she replied. "I just wanted to say thanks", Megan smiled. "Anytime, honey", her mother replied.

...

It was a hot day in May. Megan was in her room, which was still messy from her not being fully unpacked. "I'm so glad you're home for the summer", her mother said, as she hung the enema bag. "I'm going to lube the nozzle now." Megan looked behind her at the nozzle. But this one wasn't the one she had before.

"What the hell is that?" Megan asked nervously.

"I just really need you to relax", her mother smiled.