Many years ago I would write some stories for a wonderful site known as Speculum Pages, but have more or less given up writing short stories until over the summer I had read about the music festivals that were popular in Europe. This is a result of perhaps an overactive imagination matched with everyone's favorite theme. It is about three fictional women who attend a festival in the U.S. and some of the trials and challenges associated with it. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1 - Steffy and the Music Festival

In February, Carla’s dad told her that one of his customers had given him three tickets to a fantastic music festival and that Carla could go with two friends of her choice. Without skipping a beat, she picked Autumn and Steffy. All three girls were seniors in high school with Carla at 17 being the youngest. The other two were two and three months older. As the time got closer the three girls borrowed a tent and sleeping bags, selected clothes, and shopped for snacks. The school term ended, they all graduated and finally the day arrived. They packed Carla’s mom’s Toyota Prius and headed off on the five hour drive. As they got closer the traffic got heavier and soon they were moving at no more than a snail’s pace. Finally, they got to the parking area and were directed to a spot that literally seemed to be in the midst of a sea of cars. It apparently had rained within the past day and mud was as far as the eye could see. As if on cue, the three got out of the car, went to the back, opened the hatch, took out their rain boots, and switched from sneakers into more appropriate footwear. Carla had a darling pair of Burberry plaid boots, Steffy had red wellies, and Autumn a green pair of inexpensive rubber boots that she had found at the farm supply store. Hoping to take everything to their campsite with just one trip they each were loaded down with tent, sleeping bags, and backpacks filled with whatever necessities they thought would come in handy. They set out to find their assigned spot, which turned out being over a mile from the car. They made their way through the crowds and the mud and a little over a half hour later found their spot, which happily was up on a small knoll bordering on a lightly wooded area that had no campsites. The knoll was a bit less muddy than the lower ground, but the three were likely to want to wear their rain boots the entire three days. Their next step was to setup camp and the tent was the first to go up. While none of them had ever set it up before, the process seemed intuitive and it didn’t take that long before the simple structure where the three would sleep was standing. Autumn then explained that she really needed to find a bathroom as she got a fresh tampon out of her backpack. Steffy thought that was a good idea because she had to pee, so the three headed off down the knoll to the bank of two dozen portapotties. There had to have been a lot of foot traffic there as well as being in a low area because there was a huge mud puddle nearly eight inches deep. So much for Carla’s pretty plaid boots because they were now almost a uniform brown. One potty became free and Autumn went inside, then another opened up, and Steffy took it, but once inside thought it was far too disgusting to want to sit down and pee and moments later exited. “That is just so gross,” she said to Carla. “I think I’ll go pee in the woods.” Moments later Autumn came out. “That is the stinkiest place I’ve ever been in. We have to find another place to use.” “I’m not sure there is one,” said Carla, “But now I have to pee, too.” The three went back to their campsite and noticed some thick brush not too far into the wooded area. Quietly they worked their way there and found a place with enough cover that they could squat to pee without being seen. There was no way, however, that they felt comfortable having a bowel movement there and over the course of the next three days of the concert squatted to pee there whenever they needed to. Fortunately, nobody else had ventured there and the girls were happy not having to use the portapotties. As for Autumn, she sought the privacy of the tent to take care of her monthly visitor. The music was awesome and the crowd was friendly. The concert turned out to be better than any of the three of them had hoped. The fact that Carla’s dad had gotten them tickets was all the more a bonus because they would have been very expensive if even they were available. When they arose on the third day, Steffy said, “I really would love to go to the bathroom. I haven’t been since we’ve been here.” “None of us have wanted to revisit the portapotties since that first try,” said Autumn. “I just could not bring myself to sit down in there.” “You guys should talk. When I get home I’m asking my mom to give me an enema. I haven’t been in five days now. I think I was so excited about coming here that I didn’t go for two days before we left. I feel like I have a rock in my tummy,” announced Carla. “Ewww! An enema?!” said Steffy. “Those are so gross. If you want I might have a laxative tablet in my backpack.” “If I took it, then I would need to really find a place to go and that means either the portpotty or the woods. No, I’ll wait until I get home and get an enema.” “So what’s wrong with doing an enema?” asked Autumn. “I took one a couple of days ago for my PMS. They work great. Besides, are you going to take a laxative and have to go find a portapotty like Carla said? With your luck you would need to go and there would be a line.” “I know what enemas are. My mom has an enema bag and has given them to me when I was younger. It’s just that I think I’ve outgrown them.” “I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” said Autumn. “The warmth feels so good inside when I’m PMSing. Instant relief of that bloated feeling isn’t bad either.” The three girls went to that last performances, returned to their campsite to collect their belongings, headed to the car, and made their long drive back home. All the way down the interstate Carla could only think about getting an enema and the relief it would give her from the five days of no bowel movements. As for Steffy, the earlier conversation continued to dwell on her and she began to think that some relief from her three days of constipation would be welcome. What weighed heavily on her mind was whether she would attempt an enema on her own, ask her mom for help, or take a laxative and hope for the best. The thought of her mom giving her an enema caused her to flashback to the last time, which had to have been some five years before when she had been home sick from school for several days. She remembered how her mom had prepared the bag of warm soapy water, that she had to lie over her mom’s lap, the insertion of the nozzle, her filling with that feeling of warmth that had soon produced an unbelievable urge to go, and that after taking most of the enema how it had made her have a very serious huge bowel movement. While she did not like it at the time, the recollection was that it sure worked well and offered near immediate relief. As the trip wore on, Steffy became more and more convinced that she would take an enema when she got home, but the open question was whether she would ask her mom to give her one or she would attempt it on her own. If on her own, the more she thought about it, was the issue of whether she knew enough about how to do one to be successful. On the other had there was the embarrassment factor of getting an enema from her mom, although she knew full well that her mom would oblige if asked. This conundrum would perplex her all the way home. Upon walking in the house with all of the messy things from the concert, her mom told Steffy to just unload her clothes in the laundry room and while she was at it she should take off her very muddy wellies and leave them in the garage until she got around to washing them off. “Come to think of it,” her mom continued, “take off your jeans and leave those in the laundry as well. But it does look like you had a good time.” “We really did. It was just awesome,” Steffy said although choosing to not confide in mom her urgent need to find relief from her constipation. Steffy had decided that in addition to what she remembered of the last enema, she would go online and find out the details on the internet. “You better go upstairs and shower because you are an absolute mess,” her mom said with a giggle. “That sounds really like a good idea,” Steffy said heading for the stairs all the while thinking that she could do a quick lookup online and learn enough to do an enema and then do a shower. Steffy went to her room, turned on her computer, found Google and typed in “enemas”. There were lots of hits, but the one that caught her eye was “How to do a comfortable enema.” She opened the file and read the directions. With a choice of using soap, baking soda, plain water, and some other recipes, Steffy decided that simple was probably better and elected to just do a bag of plain warm water. Going into the bathroom, she closed the door, and found the white combination syringe under the vanity where her mom had stored it for as long as Steffy could remember. Running the water to get a comfortable temperature, Steffy then filled the bag to capacity and attached the hose—it sure looked huge and was really intimidating. She hung it from the towel rack, took off her panties, put some lube on the nozzle, and slipped it in, which in reality felt sort of nice in an odd kind of way. So far so good and she then knelt on the bathroom rug, clicked open the hose clip, and leaned down with her head on the rug. The enema actually felt good with its warmth and all, but about a minute or so later she felt water seeping out of her around the nozzle. “Can I already have taken all I can?” she asked herself shutting the clip shut, removing the nozzle and moving to the toilet. She tried to hold the enema for as long as she could, but then just let it out. It had worked. . . somewhat. Not satisfied with the result, she returned to the rug, reinserted the nozzle, and resumed taking the enema. This time she took all that was left in the bag. This amount she was able to hold for several minutes and when she finally went to expel, realized that it was cleaning her out pretty well. Moreover, she was feeling a lot better. Then, just as she thought that she was finished, she felt another urge and with it more enema flowed out of her. It was a surprise, but in its own way also a bit exhilarating. Finally, Steffy was done and turned on the water for her shower. Before getting in the shower she disassembled the enema bag and then hung it up to dry. The shower was wonderful and after washing her hair—the first time in over three days—was feeling human again. She got dressed and went back downstairs for dinner. Afterwards, Steffy went to her room to catch up on her Facebook account and watch a couple of YouTube clips that her friends online were chatting about. Halfway through the second clip, Steffy’s mom called out to her. “Steffy, are you feeling OK?” “Yeah, I am. Why?” she called back and almost immediately realized that her mom had found the enema bag still drying from its earlier use. She got up from her desk and went to the bathroom knowing that there would need to be an explanation. When she got there all she said was, “I didn’t go all the time I was at the concert and was really uncomfortable.” “OK, I was just worried about you. Apparently the enema worked and that’s all that matters.” And at that the topic was closed, but it made Steffy think about Carla and that she was going to ask her mom to give her an enema. She couldn’t help but wonder how that conversation would go. As for herself, she was glad that she decided to go it alone, but more so because she really thought that it went well and would probably not decide to use a laxative again if she could help it. Her mom headed towards another part of the house, Steffy looked at the enema bag still drying over the towel rack, smiled to herself and went back to catching up with her friends on Facebook.

Chapter 2 - Carla Arrives Home

This is a sequel to “Steffy and the Music Festival” where three girls were so put off at the gross portapotties that they had decided to go pee in the bushes. Nevertheless, none of them had had a bowel movement for the entire three days of the festival and at one time Carla even announced that she was so looking forward to the prospect of going to the festival that she had not gone for two days prior. Even before leaving the concert she had decided that she was going to ask her mom for an enema upon arriving home. For Carla the five hour drive from the festival to back home seemed to take forever. She was really uncomfortable to the point that she more or less knew that try as she might that an unassisted bowel movement was unlikely. She was in misery and even her shorts felt unreasonably tight. She moved from side to side trying to find a comfortable way to sit, but that trip just seemed to go on forever. Finally, after dropping off both Steffy and Autumn, Carla pulled into her own driveway, unloaded her things from the car and went to the back entrance off the breezeway. She just dropped the sleeping bag and tent in the garage and put her backpack down. Her mom and her younger brother and sister were outside lounging by the pool when she clomped across the patio in her once cute Burberry rainboots that were now caked with ugly brown mud. “Look what the cat just dragged in,” said her brother, Michael. “Seen any good mud recently?” “The whole place was a huge muddy field. I’m glad I took my rainboots because I wore them the whole time. There were some people there going barefoot, but that had to have been really ugly.” “So how was the music? Hear any good stuff?” asked her sister, Tracy. “The music was unbelievable. It’s one thing to hear the MP3 versions, but in person is just not the same.” “Need help with anything?” asked her mom. “Yeah, I do. I have all sorts of stuff. C’mon in and help.” Carla turned around and clomped up the steps but took her boots off before heading into the house. Her mom followed her in. “Looks like you, Steffy, and Autumn had a great time.” “We did, but there is one thing I could use some help with.” “What’s that?” “Well, the festival didn’t have any good bathrooms so we all peed in the bushes. That was the easy part, but I haven’t been to the bathroom since a couple of days before we left.” “What? You’ve got to be kidding. You haven’t been at all?” “No, none of us did.” “Why are we standing here talking? Go on up to the bathroom and relax.” “OK,” said Carla as she headed for the steps. Once she got to her room she dropped the backpack, took off her tee shirt and shorts, and put on a short terry robe. She went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet hoping that five days worth would decide to descend. Carla was bound up like she had never remembered. She tried everything she could think of, but she was too anxious about her situation to fully relax. She had asked her mom for an enema in the past and she knew that she could again, but there had to be another solution that she could try first. She looked in the bathroom closet, which was like her mom’s own pharmacy because it had all sorts of cures for almost any ailment. Then she spotted a plastic jar marked “glycerine suppositories.” She had never had one, but had heard about them. In reading the directions on the package it seemed easy enough. Carla opened the jar, took one out, held it between her thumb and forefinger and gently inserted it into her anus and pushed it up as far as her index finger could reach. The directions said that something should happen in about 30 minutes or so, so Carla went back to her room and started sorting out clothes that would need to be washed. She had a small pile that was the white wash and another that was colored and took them both downstairs to the laundry. Doing the white wash first, she adjusted the settings on the washer, added detergent, and started the water. All the while she kept hoping that the suppository was going to work and that she would soon feel an urge to have a bowel movement. So far, though, nothing was happening, not even an inkling. Next she collected her rainboots from the back porch and went to the sink in the laundry area where she rinsed three days worth of mud down the drain. The pretty plaid of the boots shone again and the sight made her happy. She dried them off with some paper towels and put them in the hall closet. Still no urge was forthcoming. “How long has it been?” she asked herself looking at her watch. “Hmm, 40 minutes!” So she made her way back to the upstairs bathroom and again tried. A small translucent bullet came out, but nothing else. She knew that the moment of truth had arrived. Carla went back down to the laundry and took the white wash from the washer, put it in the drier, and started the cycle. Just then her mom came in. “Any luck in the bathroom?” “No, not really. I tried a couple of times, but nothing.” “If you want, I could give you an enema. Those always work,” said her mom. “I guess that is what it has come down to,” said Carla. “Any chance we could do it soon because I am really that uncomfortable.” “How about now?” Carla nodded her head in agreement and headed for the steps with her mom following not far behind. “Why don’t we do this on your bed, but I want you to watch me make it because you are probably old enough to know how to do this for yourself.” Knowing that Autumn gave herself enemas, Carla knew her mom was right. She followed her mom into the bathroom and watched as she removed the red combination syringe from the closet. It looked ancient and wondered how long it had been in the family and how many people it had provided enemas for. “I don’t think it seems that difficult,” said Carla. “It isn’t, but being as constipated as you say you are, we probably should use some soap,” said her mom running the warm water into the sink. Then she got out a new bar of Ivory, took off the wrapper, and floated it on the basin of warm water. After a few minutes the water had turned a milky white and her mom used the water glass to transfer the enema solution to the bag. Once full, she attached the hose. “Now we’re ready,” she said taking a bath towel from the stack on the shelf near the shower and the enema bag. The two headed off to Carla’s room where the towel was put on the bed. “If you want you can keep the robe on, but the panties need to come off,” she instructed. Carla complied and knew enough to then lie on the bed face down. “This might work best if you laid on your side and drew your right knee up.” Again Carla complied and felt quite vulnerable, but wanted relief so much that she put that thought aside. Her mom put a little KY on her finger and lubed Carla’s bum. Carla flinched at the feel of the cold gel. Next the nozzle was inserted, her mom opened the clamp on the hose, and raised the bag a couple of feet. All of a sudden Carla felt the sensation of warmth filling her. She had felt this before and knew what it meant. “Oh!” she exclaimed as a cramp hit her. “I think I have to go already.” “No, not yet. Take a couple of nice deep breaths,” her mom instructed as she pinched the hose to slow the flow. “I’m OK,” said Carla as the cramp passed and her mom released the pinch to let more enema flow. “Now I know I have to go,” she said. “OK,” said her mom shutting the flow and removing the nozzle. Carla wasted no time heading off to the bathroom. Some 10 minutes later she was back. “Well?” asked her mom. “I do feel better.” “You should probably take the rest of the bag, but you were so constipated I think I’m going to fill it back up. Her mom disappeared and returned a couple of minutes later with the enema bag once again bulging at capacity. As her mom was about to insert the nozzle again, Carla reached around and said, “Let me do it.” “OK, here it is,” said her mom handing to her. After inserting it, Carla reached around, felt her way up the hose, found and then opened the clamp. After she did so, her mom again raised the bag a couple of feet and held it. “How much enema is enough?” asked Carla. “Probably about a full bag. That’s what I make and I take what I can. Sometimes I’ll finish the bag, but not always,” her mom openly admitted. The two chatted and the mother-daughter conversation became most comfortable for the two of them. They had never bonded so well ever, not even when her mom had given her the menstruation and feminine protection talks some years prior. Carla was relaxed and took almost the whole bag without any problem. Her mother removed the nozzle and Carla headed off to the bathroom once more. Her mother, not to be hovering over her maturing daughter stayed in the bedroom and when Carla returned some 20 minutes later she had a broad smile. “It really worked, didn’t it?” asked her mom. “Oh, wow, did it ever. It’s hard to imagine that I was carrying around five days worth.” “So now you know how to do one whenever you need to. The enema bag is always kept in the same place, but just be certain to rinse it out and let it air dry before putting it back.” Carla reflected on the afternoon’s events. While all the way home she knew that she wanted to have an enema and was prepared to ask for one, she had not been prepared to be taught how to do one for herself. She secretly wondered when the next time would be, and that is when she recalled how Autumn said they helped relieve her PMS. Not that Carla had a serious PMS problem, but sometimes it was just uncomfortable enough. “Maybe, just maybe, I’ll try one next month,” she thought.

Chapter 3 - Comparing Experiences

To bring everyone up to date, Autumn, Carla, and Steffy went to a well-known music festival. Like many of these the bathroom facilities are very Spartan, but to put it in their words, were downright gross. For three days the girls peed behind some bushes in the nearby woods, but never did have a bowel movement. Upon her arrival home, Steffy looked up online how to do an enema and gave herself one, while Carla had decided to ask her mom. In Carla’s case her mom obligingly helped, but insisted that Carla learn how to do one for future reference. The story now picks up the following morning. Carla had slept really well that night and did not awaken the next morning until the sound of her iPhone told her that she had a text message. Getting out of bed she looked at the phone and saw that it was a message from Steffy. “U awake?” “I am now.” “How do u feel?” “K. y?” “U weren’t yesterday.” “But I am now.” “Mom give u an nma?” “Yes 😃 ” “How about u?” “I did one 2. 😃 ” “Really?” “Yes. It was awesome.” “Want to go 2 the mall?” “K” “How bout Autumn?” “Has a dentist appt.” “Pick u up at 11?” “K” Carla got dressed, went downstairs and had a fresh peach and a granola bar. Her mom had carpooled to work so her Prius was in the driveway. She got in the car, backed out, and headed to Steffy’s house. All the while the idea of comparing notes with Steffy about the enemas was running through her head. Some 10 minutes later, Carla pulled in front of Steffy’s house, but didn’t have to announce herself because Steffy was already nearly to the car. It was apparent that she wanted the details as well. Steffy got in the car and fastened her seat belt. “So you decided to take an enema, too? Did your mom give it to you?” “No, I did it myself after looking up how to do one on the internet. They’re really simple.” “Did you like it?” “I wasn’t sure at first, but it wasn’t uncomfortable and it really worked like magic. It wasn’t what I remembered getting when I was younger. How about you, did your mom give it to you?” “Well, yes and no.” “Huh? Did you do one on your own?” “That’s what I mean. I asked my mom for one and she made it, but insisted that I know how to do one. So it was a little of mom and a little of me,” explained Carla. “So what do you think? Did it work for you?” “It really did and fast, too. I couldn’t believe it,” said Steffy. “At first I didn’t think anything would happen because just a lot of warm water came out. I just sat there and started to get upset when all of a sudden I felt myself passing something that seemed really huge.” “You think yours was huge. Remember mine was five days worth. I had only taken part of the bag and really had to go, like awfully bad. I had only taken about a pint or maybe more, but it got things started. But then my mom then made me take another whole bag.” “OMG, really?! What did that do?” “That really worked then because when I went to the bathroom again I just kept going in waves. One would end and then another would start. It was really gross, too. Two quarts is half a gallon, but it felt more like pooping five gallons. I don’t think I have ever gone more in my life.” “Yeah, I know. Mine did the same thing. It was gross, but I could not believe how awesomely great I felt later.” “It was gross, but not as gross as those portapotties were at the festival.” “Oh yeah. I spent only about a minute in one of those before rushing out. Oh, that stench!” “So, do you think you’re going to take one again sometime?” asked Carla. “Probably. It’s really much easier to do than I thought. Actually I sort of liked it in an odd kind of way. How about you?” “Me, too. I’m thinking of taking one next month if I get any PMS before my period. Autumn said an enema really helps her. It’s worth a try.” “I might do that, too. I hate getting PMS and feeling all bloated for a couple of days. It is probably the one thing I don’t like about being a girl,” explained Steffy. “But, now be honest, did you like having to get an enema when you were younger? Remember, I said be honest,” inquired Carla. “No, not really at all. I hated that idea and would try anything to talk mom out of giving me one. It is just so embarrassing. That is why I said at the festival that I thought I had outgrown enemas. I knew that getting one would be a good idea, but there was no way I was going to ask for one. You can’t tell me that you liked getting an enema.” “No, I can’t say that I ever did, but a few years ago I was feeling so really awful that I asked mom for one. It took all the courage I could find to utter the words. So when at the festival, you might say that the idea of asking for one was not going to set a precedent, but I wasn’t crazy about the idea either.” “But you did ask for one?” “Yeah, but not until after trying to go and also using a suppository that I found in the bathroom closet. Those things don’t work at all, or at least they didn’t for me. So after asking mom for an enema, she decided to show me how they are done. Now I know.” Carla parked the car in a space not far from the mall entrance and the two girls went in. At first they walked from store to store looking at the latest fashions. They would often do this only very seldom buying anything. They had now shared one more of more of life’s real secrets that was right up with getting their first bras, starting to menstruate, kissing a guy for the first time, and that most special occasion of having their first sexual experience. “Too bad Autumn had to go to the dentist this morning so she couldn’t come with us.” “Yeah, I could use some of her advice. I can’t wait to tell her, though.” “Me neither.”

Chapter 4 - Steffy, Carla, and Autumn Get Together

This is a sequel to the story about Steffy and Carla comparing notes the day after they got back from the music festival. The original story in this sequence is Steffy Goes to the Music Festival. When we last left Steffy and Carla they had traveled to the mall, not necessarily to shop but to compare notes on what they thought of the enemas that they had done the previous day upon returning from the festival where, because of the poor sanitary facilities that they sought to avoid at all costs, they had not gone to the bathroom for several days. In Steffy’s case, she had looked up online how to do one and retreated to the bathroom armed with enough information, but in Carla’s case she had asked her mom for help, which she not only got, but received an enema tutorial in the bargain. Both girls were feeling better, had exchanged their thoughts in the car, but now wished that they had the third member of their trio, Autumn, to share their experiences with. “I sure wish Autumn could have been with us,” said Steffy. “I know I would like to have gotten her thoughts. She was the only knowledgeable one among us,” added Carla. “I wonder if she needed an enema yesterday?” “Maybe because remember none us went to the bathroom at the festival. She might have needed one, too.” “But, I recall that she had said she took one the day before we left. So I guess I'm thinking maybe not.” At that the girls had exited the mall and headed for the car. After two hours of walking around in the air conditioning, the weather outside felt really warm and humid. “Sure is hot out today,” said Steffy. “It is. Say, do you want to come over to our pool, go for a swim and just hang out this afternoon?” “Sure. You don’t think that Autumn might want to, too?” added Steffy thinking out loud. “Let me text her and ask.” Carla said. At that she had out her iPhone and began texting Autumn. “U done @ the dentist?” “Yes,” came the reply. “Stef & me r going to hang @ our pool. Want 2 come over?” “K. Can u pick me up?” “Yeah. How about 2:00?” “K. C u then” “Autumn wants to come over. We’re picking her up at 2:00.” “Cool. That’s just enough time to stop at my house. I need to get a swimsuit plus maybe mom has left something in the fridge that we eat for lunch.” Some 20 minutes later, the two girls were at Steffy’s house, she had gotten the swimsuit that she wanted to bring and they had found some leftover tuna salad to feast upon. They wasted no time in getting back in the car and heading over to Autumn’s house; however, they were a couple of minutes late. “Sorry, we’re late, but we got every red light on our way.” Carla apologized to Autumn. “It’s OK, but a swim today sounds like heaven. It has to be the hottest day of the year,” said Autumn getting in the back seat with her little canvas bag that contained her swimsuit, sunscreen, and whatever other necessities that a teenage girl might need. Carla didn’t live all that far from Autumn, so the trip went fast. Soon they pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, and went inside to change. The three went upstairs to Carla’s room and in no time at all three had changed into their swimsuits ready to soak up the rays, or even go for a refreshing dip in the pool. Steffy then added that she had to pee and went across the hall to the bathroom and closed the door. Two minutes later she emerged and had a quizzical look on her face that made the other two girls curious. “What’s going on?” Autumn asked. “Carla, that wouldn’t happen to be the enema bag in there that you used last night, would it?” Carla turned ten shades of red and said, “Yeah, it is. I should have put it away this morning but was in too much of a rush to come pick you up.” “Well, I remember that Carla did say at the festival that she was going to get an enema when she got home. Good for you Carla,” said Autumn. “That’s not all,” added Steffy. “She asked her mom for one, but her mom made it and coached Carla how to do one for herself.” Autumn looked at Carla with an approving smile and all she could say was, “Nice.” Not to be outdone by Steffy, Carla then volunteered, “But there is someone else here who got an enema yesterday when she got home. Isn’t that right, Stef?” Now it was Steffy’s turn to feel her face flush. “Yeah,” was all that Steffy could muster. “I thought you said that you had outgrown them,” needled Autumn. “I know I said that, but all the way home I felt increasingly uncomfortable so when I got in the house I looked up on the internet how to do one. My mom has an enema bag so I gave it a try. But what about you, Autumn, inquiring minds want to know if you did one, too.” “Actually, no, but you guys know that I did one before the festival.” “We’ve been meaning to ask you about that. How come you started taking them for PMS?” “It was last Christmas and my older sister, Katie, was home from college. Since mom turned Katie’s bedroom into an office, Katie was sleeping in the extra twin bed in my room. Anyway, I was PMSing and she saw me come to bed carrying the hot water bottle. She asked me what was wrong and I told her that I was cramping.” “So what did Katie say?” asked Carla. “She told me that the warmth on the inside would do me more good than warmth on the outside. I had no idea at the time what she meant, but soon was to find out. So I asked her how that would be possible and she said to take an enema. I thought it sounded like an awful idea and told her so.” “So what happened next?” “Katie was emphatic about it and told me she did exactly that most months. Then she had me follow her into the bathroom, told me that I pretty much had one made and ready to go, then she got the hose and nozzle out from under the vanity, and said ‘Just take out the stopper and screw the hose into the bag. I had had enemas when younger and wasn’t sure that I was going to like this at all and told Katie that.” “But she didn’t give up, did she?” “No, hardly. She reminded me of how she had convinced me to try tampons without an applicator years ago and how she hadn’t misled me. Anyway, the next thing I knew Katie had me on all fours on the bathroom rug as she put the nozzle up me.” “Your older sister gave you an enema?!? interrupted Steffy. “She did and when I felt that warmth entering me my cramps seemed to almost immediately go away. It felt really good and it was the first time all day that I was comfortable.” “Comfortable? But eventually you did need to sit on the john and let all of the enema out.” “That’s true and it felt good to do that, too, because I hadn’t gone in a couple of days. At first it was only the warm water coming out, but then other stuff that felt wonderful to get rid of.” “Oh, but I know that feeling,” said Carla. “Remember I had five days worth inside of me. It gave new meaning to the word ‘relief’, too.” The other two girls had to have a little giggle with that comment. “That was how I felt, too. I can’t believe how my opinion of enemas have changed in like 24 hours.” “After my episode with Katie, mine did, too. And I promised myself that I would take one almost every month a day or two before I get my period. And have, too.” “I know I’ve already decided that I will take one towards the middle of next week,” said Steffy. “You have made me a believer.” “You know, guys, we could have a problem because in two months all three of us will be going away to college. What do we do then?” said Carla. “OMG, I hadn’t thought about that,” said Autumn frowning. “Right now, let’s all go downstairs, we’ll get some Pepsis from the fridge and talk around the pool. Hopefully, we can think of something.” Five minutes later the three girls were sitting around the pool sipping on their Pepsis and beginning to contemplate their futures.

Chapter 5

Our three friends, Autumn, Carla, and Steffy had gone to a music festival, but in the vast sea of mud that greeted them were also the sanitary facilities, namely dozens upon dozens of gross portapotties. Electing to pee in the bushes, the three had no bowel movements the entire three days and upon arriving home, the latter two sought relief from enemas. They have finally compared notes, but also included Autumn who insists that a warm enema is wonderful relief for her PMS. The other two have vowed to try doing the same to relieve their symptoms. Moreover, Autumn claimed to have done an enema every month for the past six after having been introduced to the practice by her older sister, Katie. The three also realized that they would be going away to college in September and wondered how they would accommodate doing enemas then. Since it was a hot summer afternoon, we now find the three sitting poolside at Carla’s house wondering how they will do this. “So what is each of us to do?” asked Carla. “Do we go out and buy an enema bag to take with us?” “My college has nice dorms, but there are only two big communal bathrooms on each floor. It hardly offers any privacy,’ interjected Steffy. “Mine will be like that, too,” said Autumn “I can just see it now. I get out my enema bag and head to the bathroom with my towel and stuff for everyone to see.” “Just remember that at my school the guys can be in the hallways at any time. I don’t think I want to be carrying an enema bag and have them see me.” “Ewww. It was bad enough thinking that the other girls would see me let alone the guys. How gross,” said Autumn. “Maybe we try the disposable enemas,” offered Steffy. “Why would we want to do that? Those make you poop, but don’t give any internal warmth which is the other reason that we want to do a regular enema in the first place,” replied Autumn. “My mom has a little bulb syringe that she used for my brother when he was small. One of those would be easier to conceal,” replied Steffy. “No, you really need to get some volume for it to do any good,” replied Autumn, who in relative terms was the expert since she was the only one of the three that had taken enemas for her PMS. That’s when Carla offered another idea: “When my mom was in college she had a travel syringe. It wasn’t for taking enemas, but for douching. She said that when she was in college nearly all of the girls had one. I know that nobody douches any more, but one of those might work. “They told us in health class not to douche.” “I know, but years ago most women did. But maybe, just maybe, a syringe like that would work.” “Is it small enough? Have you seen it?” asked Steffy. “Yeah, I think I can probably find it. I think that it is in the bathroom closet with all sorts of other stuff that mom claims doesn’t get used and should be cleaned out and thrown away, but never is.” “Why don’t we all just go see it?” said Autumn. At that the three girls went back into the house and upstairs to the bathroom. Carla opened the closet door and in the back of one of the shelves was a little powder blue vinyl pouch with a snap closure and embroidered rose on the front that obviously had not been disturbed in some time gauging from the amount of dust on it. “Open it,” aid Steffy and Autumn in chorus. Carla opened the pouch and took out the folded flexible blue rubber bag and its matching blue hose. Inside the pouch were blue plastic rectal and a vaginal nozzles. The bag had clearly been used at some point, but probably not recently. “That holds two quarts?” asked Autumn. “Looks awful small to me.” Carla attached the hose to the bottom and held that bag up, which revealed the pleats in its sides. “I bet it will hold two quarts,” she said. “We could always fill it up to see,” said Steffy. “Hey, that’s a good idea,” said Autumn turning on the water at the sink. “It looks pretty much like an enema bag except you just can’t use it for a hot water bottle,” said Steffy. The three girls looked it over and finally Carla held the bag under the running water and allowed it to fill. The pleats expanded and what had been a tiny bag grew substantially in size. “I think that would be enough for someone to take as an enema,” said Autumn. “Maybe we should test it.” “OK, but on who?” asked Autumn. “Autumn, Carla and I had enemas last night, but you haven’t had one since before the festival. How about you trying it.” “Gosh, I don’t know.” “C’mon Autumn. How else are we supposed to know?” “Well, OK, but get some KY or Vaseline,” she said peeling off her bikini bottoms with just a little nervous giggle, but without that much hesitation. “I have never done an enema before with an audience.” Carla removed the vaginal nozzle and replaced it with the rectal one and then gave the bag to Steffy to hold while she returned to the closet for something to lubricate Autumn. Finding the tube of KY, she flipped open the cap, put some on her finger, and coated the nozzle with it. “Here, maybe you should put it in yourself,” Carla said handing the nozzle to Autumn, who then kneeled down on the floor and inserted the tube. Steffy held the bag and Carla opened the clamp. “This feels good,” said Autumn. “I just love the feeling of warm water filling me.” The other girls noticed that Autumn was taking some deep breaths and rubbing her tummy as she filled. It didn’t take long because in about three or four minutes the bag was empty. Carla closed the clamp and removed the nozzle. Autumn moved to the toilet and let out a torrent of warm water, which of course was followed by various and sundry sizes of accumulated poop. “Oh, I am so sorry,” she said blushing, but as the other two broke into fits of laughter. “Sorry, but we shouldn’t have laughed,” apologized Steffy that drove them to laugh all the more. “It’s OK, but I have to say that it also feels soooo good,” said Autumn. “So I guess all three of us had to have an enema after going to that music festival,” Carla said with a big grin on her face barely holding back more giggles. “So will this kind of bag work?” Steffy asked Autumn. “Most definitely, but I wonder if they still sell them?” said Autumn as another wave of the enema exited from her. “By the way, Autumn, didn’t you say that your older sister did them all the time? While she just graduated, she had to have used something when she was still in college. Any idea what she did?” “No, Katie never told me, but now that you mention it, she had to have had some kind of enema bag.” “Any way you can find out?” asked Steffy. “Sure, I won’t see her for a few months because she lives in Oregon now, but I can text her,” said Autumn just as another wave of enema exited from her bowels. Autumn finished with the enema, put her bikini bottoms back on, and the girls cleaned up the syringe and the bathroom in general. Carla made certain that the syringe was dry both inside and out before putting it back in its pouch and replacing the pouch in the back of its shelf in the closet. Then the trio went back down to the pool where Autumn got her iPhone and started to text her older sister. “Katie, shopping for school. How bout my pms?” “Use nma like I do” “K. How?” “w/ a bag” “Something less obvious?” “huh?” “anything smaller than a regular nma bag?” “K. I get u” “Well?” “Find a folding bag” “u mean a travel 1?” “Yes. Near the douches in the pharmacy” “That’s what u use?” “Yes. Works gud 2 😃 ” “Thx xoxoxo” “OK, Katie says to get what Carla’s mom has. So I guess we should plan to do a road trip to the pharmacy and check things out,” said Autumn. “When do we want to go?” “Hopefully not this afternoon. It’s too hot and I don’t want to get changed,” said Steffy taking a sip of her Pepsi. “What are we doing tomorrow?”

Chapter 6 - Girls go shopping

Here's another installment as the three girls decide to go shopping. The girls were just sitting around the pool not doing much of anything when Carla’s mom came home and walked out on the terrace. “You three look comfortable,” she observed. “What have you been doing today? “Not much. It’s been too hot. Steffy and I went to the mall this morning and then picked up Autumn after lunch. We’ve been here ever since.” “Carla, just a reminder that you do need to some school shopping this week. So don’t forget.” “OK, maybe the three of us will head out to the mall tomorrow. I know what I need to get. Can I have the Prius?” “No, not tomorrow or Wednesday because I need to go visit some customers and the company car won’t be available.” “I might be able to get my mom’s car,” said Autumn. “But I won’t know until I get home, which by the way, Carla, can you drop me home?” “Yeah, c’mon. Besides it is getting late,” said Carla getting up from her seat by the pool. The three girls went inside and up to Carla’s room to change out of their swimsuits. As it turned out the lack of available cars left the three more or less stranded to sit around the pool for a couple of days before being able to use Carla’s mom’s Prius to get to the mall. That was on Friday and the three felt like they had been under house arrest even if sitting around the pool soaking up rays was not exactly a hardship. As it turned out there was a large chain pharmacy at the mall and in addition to going to the Gap for clothes, the three ventured in and headed for the feminine hygiene aisle. Steffy needed a box of tampons because she was expecting her period the following week, but the three checked out the offerings for syringes, too. It was not especially promising because all they could find was a single offering of a combination syringe and a single one for a fountain syringe. There were no travel versions to be seen. “OK, so now what do we do?” asked Steffy. “I guess we have to find another pharmacy,” said Autumn. And at that the three headed for the car, but only after Steffy stopped by the cashier to pay for her purchase. Carla pointed the car in the direction of her house and after only about five blocks the trio saw a little strip mall with a local neighborhood pharmacy at one end. “Want to try there?” asked Steffy. “I don't’ know. It doesn’t look that big so I would not expect a selection as good as what we just saw,” said Autumn. “Look, it is right on the way. Why not?” asked Carla turning into the parking lot. When the three girls went in, they were even more depressed because this place was incredibly tiny. “I think we want the section back there,” pointed Autumn to the rear of the store near the pharmacist. The three followed Autumn’s lead and soon were in a tiny feminine hygiene section that offered only the most limited variety of tampons and pads, but then the girls were surprised as the relatively large selection of syringes. In fact this tiny pharmacy had a yellow folding syringe that came only with a vaginal nozzle and a pink one, which was a little more expensive, that came with both a vaginal and a rectal nozzle. “So what is the difference other than one versus two nozzles? I don’t think I’ll ever douche with it, though,” said Steffy. “I don’t know. The more expensive one has a 10 year warranty and the other one only a five. I'm thinking that if I use this once a month for the next 10 years that is a pretty good bargain. I’m going for the more expensive one,” said Autumn taking a box from the shelf. “You might be right. Besides 10 years from now I could be married with kids, too,” said Steffy. In the midst of this conversation it became apparent that Carla had not said a single word, at which point the others said to her, “Carla, which one do you think that you will buy?” “I don’t think I am.” “What? What do you mean you won’t? After all the discussion that we have had since coming back from the music festival, you are now not going to get a syringe to do enemas?” “No, I’m not. I got thinking that my mom’s old syringe seems to work perfectly fine and besides there aren’t any here that look to be better quality that it is. Besides, mom isn’t going to be using again like ever. So I think I’ll just take hers away to school with me.” “That’s not a bad idea,” admitted Autumn. “It is perfectly good and I can attest to the fact that it certainly gives a good enema.” “That’s what I was thinking. So the two of you can buy your enema bags because I already have a perfectly good one.” “Did you ask you mom if you can take hers?” “Well, no, not really. But she has not used that in years.” “So are you going to talk with her about it?” asked Autumn. “Probably, but are you going to tell your mom that you take enemas?” asked Carla. “Yeah, probably. I guess I’m the only one who hasn’t talked to her mom about doing this.” “My mom knows,” confessed Steffy. “Plus I think she is rather pleased that I have come to this.” “My mom kind of forced me into it,” added Carla. “She wanted me to know how to do an enema. So that does leave you, doesn’t it?” “Yeah, so I’m going to buy this travel bag and have instead of a mother-daughter talk, what I’ll call a daughter-mother talk. But I have to think about how to do one.” Autumn added. At that Steffy and Autumn took their purchases up to the counter and a crusty old pharmacist is a while lab coat came out to help them. Each girl paid for her purchase without making eye contact with the elderly gentlemen. Then the three left together. When they got to the car, Carla said, “So what are you going to tell your mom?” “I don’t really know. I think she knows that Katie does enemas, but she’s not aware that I do.”

Chapter 7 - Carla’s Fall Semester

After an adventurous summer where Carla and her two friends, Autumn and Steffy had gone off to a music festival and come home constipated and eventually learning about enemas as adults, the three have headed off in different directions to begin their academic careers. Autumn had been admitted to a school of design in New England; Steffy to a small liberal arts college to do foreign languages; and Carla, to a major university where she still was designated as “undeclared”. Carla’s Fall semester had started unremarkably. She had a roommate, Sarah, who was a bit homesick and consequently gone every weekend. Carla enjoyed school and had adapted well. This story begins with a rainy Saturday morning in early October. Carla heard the rain hitting her dorm room window and rolled over hoping to go back to sleep. During the night she had been awakened by stomach cramps and knew that her monthly period was soon due. The one thing she had realized was that every month was a bit different and this one was worse than normal. She got up at about 10 o’clock, went down to the bathroom to pee and realized that the dorm was pretty much empty. Some students had gone home for the weekend, but most had headed to the stadium to watch the home game that was to kickoff at noon. Carla sat on the toilet, peed, and tried to have a bowel movement, but just like on Thursday and Friday nothing was going to happen. “Maybe this is the perfect time to try to do an enema on my own,” she said to herself. Over the summer she had discussed this with Steffy and Autumn and she had decided to take ownership of her mom’s old travel syringe, which she had not yet tried. As events also happened, her period at home at the end of summer as well as the first one she had at college came with little annoyance so an enema had been hardly warranted. This time, the more she sat on the toilet, the more she thought that this was going to be the day. Eventually, she walked back to her room, got out the small blue vinyl case with the syringe, added it to her bathroom carryall, and returned down the hall to the bathroom. The hall was totally abandoned and for that Carla was thankful as she nervously took the vinyl pouch from her carryall, opened the snap, and removed the bag and hose. She ran the water at the sink and while waiting for it to warm attached the hose to the outlet on the bag. Convinced that the water felt about the right temperature she proceeded to fill the bag. Then looking around for a place to take it, Carla spied the shower stall, and was happy that she was in a new dorm with spacious showers that included an opaque curtain that would provide a modicum of privacy. Taking the enema bag and the carryall over to the shower, Carla found a conveniently located hook and hung the bag. There being no bed to lie on, Carla did remember the position that Autumn used on her knees with her chest on the floor. She spread a bath towel on the base of the shower stall, knelt down, and inserted the nozzle. Next she put her upper torso onto the floor of the shower, and reached around to open the clamp. Immediately came that feeling of warmth as the enema began to fill her. It was really soothing and now she knew why Autumn liked taking one for PMS. Within only a minute or two, the cramping from her period subsided even to the point that it brought a smile to Carla’s face. While the location and the position was not exactly what Carla would have hoped for, it was working and she was able to do the enema in private. Then Carla’s mind drifted off to that conversation with her mom about wanting to take the travel syringe off to college. The flashback was indelible in her mind. Carla and her mom were in the bathroom as Carla was looking for those items that she would take to college. The bathroom closet had all sorts of odd and miscellaneous items and Carla was filling a box with needed “stuff” including cuticle scissors, a partial box of tampons, a bottle of crème rinse, and nail polish remover. Reaching in back she picked up the little blue vinyl pouch and held it so that her mom saw she had it. “What’s this?” she asked knowing the answer. “That’s the douche bag that I had when I was in college. I don’t douche anymore and that hasn’t been used in years,” came the reply, but Carla knew otherwise. She opened the pouch and looked at the syringe and its hose. “It looks a lot like a compact enema bag.” “That’s basically what it is.” Next came the question that was the reason for the discussion in the first place, “If you are not using it any longer, could I take it to college?” Then she admitted something that implicated her two friends, “Both Steffy and Autumn say that an enema helps them with the symptoms of their PMS.” “I have heard that, too,” said her mom. “I’ve never tried one for that, but if you want, sure, you can take it.” “Thanks,” said Carla putting the pouch in the box with her other things and casually turning her attention to some bars of Dial soap. Some minutes later she returned to reality. Carla’s mind came out of the flashback and she realized that she had taken the entire bag. As comfortable as this enema was, she realized that she would soon have to make a major BM. She shut the clamp, withdrew the nozzle and moved to one of the toilet stalls where she was quietly sat waiting for the enema to descend. She didn’t have to wait long before the warm water exited her along with three days worth of pent up waste. It was a little like déjà vu after the music festival when her mom had helped her with an enema, except that one had soap in it and this one didn’t. Not that that mattered because this enema seemed to be working just fine. The warmth had calmed her insides and the enema had helped with her bloating, hence Carla was now feeling pretty good. Actually, she felt good enough to want to head to the football game and after finishing her enema, so she dried off and put the syringe back into its pouch. Then she took a warm shower, dried herself off, put on her robe and returned to her room where she got dressed. Looking out the window, the rain was steady so Carla got out her plaid Burberry rainboots and put them on. Then taking her rain jacket, she ventured down the hall and out of the dorm. Some 15 minutes later Carla entered the stadium and found a place in the student section. The game was a blowout with Carla’s university losing big time. Even with her boots and rain jacket she had gotten pretty wet, but the main thing was how much better she felt now than when she had first awakened. Then she thought to herself, “Mom says that she never tried an enema for PMS, but I think she has really missed out on something.” She made a mental note to maybe talk to her mom about that. Back at the dorm, everyone either had returned or was in the process of doing so. Carla was still feeling much better thanks to the warm enema that she had taken earlier that day. Several girls decided to head over to the dining hall for dinner, Carla changed to a dry pair of jeans, and said that she would join them, but first had to pee. Knowing what day of the month it was, she was not surprised to find that she had, in fact, gotten her period sometime during the game. Returning to her room, Carla inserted a tampon before putting her rainboots back on, taking her rainjacket, and heading for the door. As she walked across campus in the rain, her thoughts flashed back to that summer day by the pool when she, Autumn, and Steffy talked about using enemas. Only Autumn had used one for her PMS symptoms, but now Carla felt that she belonged to that club, too. “I wonder if Steffy has given it a try yet?” she asked herself quietly making a mental note that she would text her later. “Autumn sure had some useful advice thanks to the music concert. Ewww, just the thought of the porta-potty is such a turnoff. How gross!”

Chapter 8

So let's now fast forward to our three friends getting home from school for the holiday. We'll look in on Autumn first. This story picks up where Autumn had gotten home at the end of the semester and is looking forward to the holidays with her friends and family. Much to Autumn’s delight, her older sister, Katie, who now lives on the West Coast, was going to be home. Because their parents were now emptynesters, one of the bedrooms had been turned into an office, which meant that there were two single beds in what was officially Autumn’s bedroom. Neither minded since they really enjoyed being around each other. Autumn went with her dad to the airport to pick up Katie. Everything was on schedule and Katie met Autumn and her dad at the entrance to baggage claim. A little shy of an hour later they pulled into the driveway, dad took Katie’s luggage, and the three went into the house. After a lengthy dinner that included a lot of conversation where everyone brought the family up to date on events, Katie said she was tired and went upstairs to get ready for bed. Autumn was not far behind. When Autumn walked into the bedroom, Katie had already taken off her blouse and jeans. She turned to Autumn and said, “I didn’t pack a robe, can I borrow yours?” “Sure, it’s right there on the back of the closet door. Are you OK?” “Yeah, I’m fine. It was just a long flight and I’m tired. That’s all,” said Katie taking her toilet kit from her suitcase and heading for the bathroom. While she was gone, Autumn changed from jeans and a sweatshirt into her long flannel nightshirt. She sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Katie to vacate the bathroom. She was sure in there a long time, but eventually, Autumn heard the toilet flush. A couple of minutes later Katie came into the bedroom and said, “OK, it’s all yours. Sorry I took so long.” Autumn then took her turn in the bathroom, but upon entering could not help but notice that the family’s red combination enema bag was inverted and drying on the towel rack. “So that’s why Katie took so long in here!” she exclaimed to herself. “She wanted to give herself an enema.” Autumn washed her face, combed her hair, and brushed her teeth. All the while she wondered why Katie had taken the enema. When she returned to the bedroom, Katie was already in bed and fast asleep. Whatever conversation there would be, would have to wait until morning. At about 7:00 the sun came streaming through the window and bathed the bedroom in an orange glow that awakened both girls. “”Good morning,” said Katie. “Good morning,” replied Autumn, “How are you this morning?” “I feel great. That sure was a good night’s sleep.” “So you weren’t feeling well last night?” “Yeah, I was OK. Why?” “I saw the enema bag when I went into the bathroom.” “Oh, that. Yeah, I just needed a little help to unwind. That’s all.” “Oh, like with PMS? Ever since you told me about an enema for that last year at holiday time, I’ve done one nearly every month.” “Well, you might find that there are other times when you might want to take a good enema, too.” “Yeah, I know all about that. Last summer when Steffy, Carla and I went to the music festival and decided to not use the porta-potties the two of them got pretty badly constipated. Besides Mom used to give me enemas when I was young when I hadn’t gone to the bathroom.” “That’s probably the most common reason for doing an enema, but that’s not what I meant. I have a high stress job and then when sitting on a plane for five hours I got really uncomfortable and just need to take some time to relax. An enema does a great job of doing that.” “Really? How?” “For one, it is a time just for me. There should be nothing else to distract me. Then there is the warm water just having a calming effect on my insides.” “I know I get stressed out over exams. By the time the last one is given I’m sort of just crazy.” “Yes, I remember those days. It wasn’t that long ago that I was a college student and was worried nearly sick about how well I might, or worse, not do. You should try it just to see if it works for you like it does for me.” “You took enemas at exam time? Really?” “I did. I had a roommate that suggested it to me. It sounded really odd at first, but I tried it and liked it.” “I don’t know, Katie. It sounds just a little too weird to me. I can’t see how it could possibly work.” “Look, did I ever steer you wrong? I’m the one that encouraged you to try OB tampons. And I’m the one that had you try an enema for your PMS, too. Just give it a try and if it doesn’t work, that’s all there is to it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” “I suppose you’re right,” Autumn admitted. “But I will have to talk to my friends Steffy and Carla about this, though.” “Why?” “I sort of got them doing PMS relief with enemas, too. We all think it works a little like magic.” “It sure does, but so does taking an enema for stress relief. I know it sounds a little odd, but when you have some time give it a try. But if you do, please let me know what you think and whether I was right or not.” Autumn nodded her head, but then thought about what Katie had said and made a mental note that she would do what her older sister suggested. It did seem like an odd idea, however.

Chapter 9

It was not long after all three girls had made it home for the holidays when they just had to get together and exchange their first semester experiences. Steffy and Autumn had ventured out on the cold December day through a lightly falling snow, eventually winding up at Carla’s house. As luck would have it, the three found themselves downstairs in the Carla’s parents’ rec room. They put on the big screen TV and found that “A Christmas Story”, an old standby during the holidays, was playing. Carla went to the fridge and found a container of eggnog and got out some glasses. “Hey, guys. Look what I found,” she said holding up the plastic container. “Oh, yum. Got anything good to put in it?” asked Steffy. “Yeah, there’s probably a bottle of Captain Morgan rum around here someplace. Let me check the liquor cabinet. It was not long before she came up with half a bottle, poured some over ice in each of the glasses, and filled the rest of the way with the pale yellowish eggnog. She passed glasses out to the other two, raised her glass and offered a toast, “to us and that we don’t flunk out.” “I’ll drink to that,” said Autumn. “How about a happy holiday?” asked Steffy. “That sounds good, too,” said Carla taking another sip and breaking out into a giggle. “What’s so funny?” asked Autumn. “I just remember what we were talking about before we went away to school. And as luck would have it I will probably have Aunt Flo paying me a visit on Christmas Day. I just feel it coming on.” “Perfect timing,” said Steffy. “Sometimes it just never fails.” “But you have been taking the secret treatment, haven’t you?” asked Autumn. “Almost every month,” replied Steffy. “How about you, Carla?” “Almost every month, but sometimes I am feeling OK and don’t need an enema,” said Carla taking another swallow of eggnog. “Although later today I might just do one. Things are a little backed up and I’m feeling a bit bloated this afternoon.” “Hey, you know Katie is home for the holidays. She took an enema the other night after she got in.” “So what’s unusual about that?” “She claims it is a good way for her to relieve stress and that she was a bit stressed out after the long flight.” “I know that I feel a lot better after taking an enema,” said Carla. “Although I thought it was just from being able to have a good poop.” “All this talk about enemas and I just might have to leave early to go home to do one. My jeans feel too tight and I'm just uncomfortable,” said Steffy. “No, wait. So, Autumn, what else did Katie say?” “Not much other than the fact that she just takes the time every so often to relax with her enema bag,” said Autumn. “You mean like Steffy? Taking one before she gets here period?” “No, Katie means anytime that she feels like it. She doesn’t need to be soon getting her period before doing one.” “That is sort of too weird for me. When I was little I really hated it when Mom told me that she was going to have to give me an enema. Now you’re telling me that people do them because they really enjoy them?” “Well, sorta. Look, I didn’t like having to get one either and when Katie told me about doing one for my PMS I thought it was a perfectly gross and disgusting idea, but now I won’t go a month without doing one.” Autumn drained the last of her eggnog and jiggled the ice in her glass so that the others could see that she was done. “That was so really good. Any chance I could get a second one?” “Sure,” said Carla adding more ice to Autumn’s glass and refilling it with Captain Morgan’s and eggnog. “Steffy?” “Sure, why not.” Moments later Carla refilled Steffy’s glass, but then took the liberty to refill her own. “To a warm enema,” toasted Steffy. “Yeah, I’ll drink to that,” said Autumn. “I’m actually thinking that I might try Katie’s idea. If she’s wrong then the worst thing is that I did an enema that was not necessary.” “Really? You’ll try it?” asked Carla taking a generous sip and wiping the white mustache off her lip with a paper cocktail napkin. “Why not. I’ll even tell you guys what I think, too.” The conversation drifted to their various experiences during the semester and soon their glasses were empty once more. “I don’t think it is a good idea for me to have a third one of these, especially since I’m driving,” said Steffy. “You leaving already? But a Christmas Story is still on!” “Besides, we need to save some of that rum for another day, which I’m sure we will find the time for,” said Autumn. “I know, but with all this talk earlier about doing an enema, I think I just want to head home sooner than later,” Steffy said heading upstairs where she pulled on her rainboots and coat before heading out the door through the gentle falling snow to her car.

Chapter 10

Autumn was home from college for Christmas Break and was enjoying the time off. Not only was her older sister, Katie, back from the west coast for several days, but her friends Steffy and Carla were home, too, and it was great just catching up on news. Autumn had been out almost every night, whether shopping or just partying with friends. Then came Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, both of which meant perhaps eating too much, and also the wrong things. As luck would also have it, Autumn’s monthly cycle meant that her period would soon be due. And as usual she had a couple of zits break out on her chin and she hadn’t had a serious bowel movement in a few days. Christmas night Autumn went to bed thinking that she felt like a stuffed animal and just knew that the following morning it would have to be enema time. Although Autumn did not sleep all that well, she was awakened by the daylight brightening her room. Katie, always the early riser, had already showered, dressed, and had headed downstairs. Autumn decided to waste no time, got out of bed, did not bother to throw on her robe, and headed for the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and peed, but no matter how hard she tried, there was no BM in the offing. “I guess it truly is enema time,” she thought to herself getting off the toilet and heading to the hall linen closet where she retrieved the family’s combination syringe. As Autumn went back into the bathroom she knew that if she ever really needed to have a good enema, this was it. She had no sooner started running the water at the sink when there was a knock on the door, it opened just a crack, and Katie said, “Can I come in?” “Sure,” said Autumn. Katie entered, took one look at what Autumn was doing and said, “Feeling a little full this morning? It has to be the holidays.” “Yeah, you could say that, but I’m also PMSing, too.” “Ewww, a double whammy! Sounds like you need a very good cleaning out.” “That’s what I had in mind,” said Autumn shutting off the water and attaching the hose to the bag. “It that just plain water?” asked Katie. “Yeah, that is what I usually use. Why?” “You might need something a little stronger,” said Katie taking the bar of Ivory from the soap dish in the shower. “Let me show you.” She took the enema bag from Autumn, pulled up the stopper in the sink, and emptied about half the bag. Then she floated the Ivory in the sink and allowed the water to turn slightly milky in color before adding more warm water from the tap. “What are you doing?” “I am making you a soapy enema. It will do a much better job than just warm water,” said Katie using the drinking glass to transfer the soapy water from the sink to the enema bag. Once filled, she attached the hose and handed it back to Autumn. “How do you know how to do this?” “I saw it posted online. Trust me, it does work.” Autumn took the bag and hung it from the towel bar. Then she spread a towel over the rug on the floor. Taking the jar of Vaseline, she lubed herself, knelt on the towel and inserted the nozzle. She didn’t seem to mind that Katie was still there and even felt a sense of comfort with her presence. Autumn opened the clamp and the enema began to flow into her. She could feel the warmth filling her insides, a feeling that she had grown to really enjoy. “I think this is starting to work already,” said Autumn. “Why? You have barely started.” “I know, but something feels different.” “Take some nice deep breaths, but don’t hyperventilate on me.” Autumn did as Katie suggested and the urge seemed to subside. Then after taking not quite half of the bag she knew she had reached her limit, shut the clamp, removed the nozzle, and moved to the toilet. Autumn might have been constipated only minutes before, but was no longer as the warm, soapy enema removed much of the cause of her distress. “Oh, wow. I don’t ever remember having an enema that gave results like that,” she said as even more flowed from her. Finally, she thought she was done, but decided that she should really take the rest of the enema in the bag. So she resumed the position, reinserted the nozzle, and restarted the flow. The second half of the bag went much faster than the first and soon she was back on the toilet expelling even more. “You have gotten to be quite the pro with this,” observed Katie. “What did you think of using the Ivory soap?” “It really works. You don’t happen to think that I might still have more in me to come out do you?” “I don’t know, but you could do another bag if you wanted.” “That probably isn’t that bad of an idea,” said Autumn getting off the toilet, taking the bag from the towel rack and heading back to the sink. About two minutes later the enema bag had been rehung and Autumn was back in the knee-chest position with a quantity of plain warm water filling her. The first enema had to have really cleaned her out well because she took this second bag without the slightest unpleasant feeling. When she looked up and saw that the bag was flat against the wall, it was the sign that she had taken it all. She removed the nozzle and stood up, but then looking at herself in the mirror could see that she had a bit of a distended tummy. “One of my professors is pregnant and I sort of look like she did when she was in her first trimester,” she observed. “I’ve noticed that I get a bit distended if I take a full bag. It’s normal,” said Katie. Autumn returned to the toilet to expel and was amazed that even this plain water enema was removing a lot of pent-up waste from her. She was feeling a lot better than she had been the night before. The warmth on her insides was comforting, too, and it made her wonder when her period would show itself. “Probably later today,” she thought. Maybe alone in her thoughts, but all of a sudden Katie’s voice brought her back to here and now. “So, don’t you feel really better now?” “I do! And to think that I when I was younger I thought having to get an enema was a perfectly gross idea.” “So did I, but our opinions do change. Even to the point where I actually look forward to taking one.” “Funny you should say that. I think I’ve reached that point, too. I really looked forward to doing this this morning.” “So, are you going to talk about it with Steffy and Carla?” “Yeah, I think so.”

Chapter 11

It's been a gloomy weekend, the house is now decorated for the holidays and most of my shopping is done. So with a little free time I wrote another chapter about Steffy, Carla, and Autumn. Enjoy! Our three college freshmen, Autumn, Carla, and Steffy had been home for the holidays for nearly two weeks. While the had their personal social lives, the three had been enjoying each others’ company since middle school. So far this holiday season they had been together three times and being the last Friday before each had to head back to school, Steffy invited the other two over for just an evening of hanging out. “Come on over here,” said Steffy. “Mom and Dad went skiing upstate for the weekend so we have the place to ourselves.” Not needing a second invitation, Autumn and Carla got to Steffy’s about 6:30 after first stopping to buy a large veggie pizza. The night was clear, but cold and just sitting around in Steffy’s Dad’s home theater sounding great. We look in on the trio just after Autumn and Carla arrived, put the pizza down on the counter, and exchanged greetings. “Carla, there are some plates in the cabinet just above your head. I’ll make us each a cosmopolitan. We had them on Christmas Day and they are absolutely yummy,” she explained getting out the cranberry juice, vodka, and triple sec. Soon they headed off in the direction of the home theater with Carla carrying the pizza: Autumn, the plates and one of the glasses of cosmopolitan; and Steffy with two more glasses. After arranging everything on the coffee table, Steffy turned on the big screen TV and went surfing Netflix for a good movie. They had several choices, but everyone agreed on a love story and settled in for a quiet night. Within 45 minutes the pizza was devoured and all three thought that the cosmos were close to the world’s greatest invention. Soon Carla’s and Autumn’s glasses were empty so Steffy went to the kitchen and made a pitcher of them, which she brought back to the other two. The movie absorbed their attention with its many teary scenes and the girls kept sipping on the cosmos. When the first movie was finished, they went looking for and found a second one, which was also a tender love story. At 12:30 Autumn looked at her watch and said, “Holy cow, look at the time! I think I should get heading home.” Carla, also acting surprised exclaimed, “I should too, but I think I have had too many cosmos to be able to safely drive!” “It’s no problem. You both can stay here. There is plenty of room. Besides it would almost be like one of those sleepovers that we would do years ago. It will be fun. Please stay.” Both girls agreed that it would be fun, and they each texted their parents to say where they were. Deciding to clean up the pizza box, plates, and empty glasses in the morning, the three headed upstairs. “You can sleep on the twin beds in the guest room,” she offered. “But first I have to find you some PJ’s.” After a moments search she offered a long flannel nightshirt to Carla and a set of old sweats left over from high school to Autumn. As for herself, she would use her usual flannel PJ’s. The girls seemed satisfied even if they were a bit tipsy and giggling at about everything that happened. All three went into the gigantic main bathroom that was complete with dual sinks, a large Jacuzzi tub, a stall shower, and a separate little potty room. Carla headed for the toilet and each of the other two stood at one of the sinks. Steffy, who had the least to drink, was clearly in command of her faculties, but the others weren’t quite. About two minutes later Carla opened the door and still sitting on the toilet said, “Steffy, do you have any more TP, we’re out.” And then started to laugh almost uncontrollably. Steffy, who was trying to get a wayward contact lens back in the proper side of its case, said to Autum, “There should be another roll on the third shelf in the closet. Would you please give it to Carla.” Autumn opened the door and as luck would have it the enema bag was right next to the toilet paper. Autumn got Carla the TP, but then observed, “Hey, you guys have a white enema bag. I’ve never seen one of those before. Ours is red,” she said taking it from its she shelf and holding it up as if admiring it. Just then Carla came out of the toilet, took one look at Autumn and said, “Hmm. An enema bag! I sure could use on of those about now myself.” “Really?” asked Steffy. “I thought you just went to the bathroom.” “I did, but only to pee. I haven’t pooped in a couple of days. “Autumn and I could give you an enema if that’s what you think you want,” said Steffy at about the same time that Autumn again had a fit of laugher. “What’s so funny?” asked Carla also now starting to join the laughter. “Us going to give you an enema,” replied Autumn now nearly doubled over laughing. So Steffy then adds, “But Carla, if you really want one, we can help you.” Both Carla and Autumn thought that this was hysterical, but eventually Carla said, “Sure if you don’t mind, that is.” “OK, that settles it,” said Steffy. “Here, Autumn, go fill this with warm water as I get some more towels. Autumn took the white bag over the sink, turned on the faucet, and moments later began fill it. Steffy got several towels and positioned them over the edge of the Jacuzzi. “What are you doing?” asked Carla. “Trying to figure out the most comfortable way for you to do this. Maybe if you laid over the edge of the tub with your bottom at the highest point . . .” said Steffy now diverting her attention and looking for the jar of Vaseline. “Try it and see if you are comfortable that way.” “I’m OK. This will work.” Steffy lifted the hem on Carla’s nightshirt, took the nozzle from Autumn, put some lube on it and inserted it. Carla moved her tush around indicating that the nozzle felt really good and then Steffy opened the clamp. As if on cue, Autumn raised the bag and the enema began flowing into Carla. “OMG, but I can feel the warmth inside of me,” she said moving her hand down and getting between the towel and her belly. Then she began to rub herself in a way that up until this moment was something that she would only have done in private. A good five minutes went by and Carla didn’t have a single complaint. She was enjoying every moment of her filling. But all good things must come to an end and soon the bag was empty. “All done,” said Steffy. “You took the whole thing.” “Oh, but I feel full now. Let me go to the bathroom.” Steffy removed the nozzle, but then instructed, “It will work better if you can hold it a while.” Carla returned to the bathroom and sat on the toilet fighting every urge to release the enema. When she couldn’t she let it go and both water and turds came out with a splash. The two other girls heard it, too, eliciting fits of laughter. Autumn looked at her watch. “I guess holding it for just under four minutes isn’t bad, but I think I could hold it longer than that.” Carla overheard the comment and replied, “I think I did as good as I could. If you think you can do better we should just give you an enema and time it.” No sooner had Carla uttered those words when yet more enema came flowing out of her. It, too, was a very noisy release. The other two had another good laugh at this, but then to take up the challenge, Autumn replied, “I will let you guys give me an enema and then we’ll time how long I can hold it.” No sooner had she said this when Steffy had taken the bag back to the sink and refilled it with warm water. “OK, Autumn, you better step out of those sweat pants,” she instructed as Autumn turned all shades of red, put her thumbs in the waistband and slid the pants off. Without further instructions she positioned herself over the towels on the edge of the tub and waited her fate. As she was doing this, Carla, convinced that she was finished, flushed the toilet and came back into the main bathroom. “Cute tush!” she observed taking the full rubber bag from Steffy, which left her to do the nozzle work once more. “Autumn, you are the enema pro here so let’s see what you can do. You have probably done more of these during the past year than Steffy and me put together.” “I bet I can hold for better than five minutes,” Autumn said. “We are about to find out,” said Steffy opening the clamp and letting the enema start. A few minutes later the bag was once again empty. Steffy removed the nozzle and Autumn retreated to the toilet where she sat clenching her teeth fighting the feeling that the enema wanted to come out. She had not been timing herself and the other girls were not giving any clues as to how long it had been. Finally, it was too much and Autumn let the enema out and if the others had seen the expression on her face it was pure relief. Steffy said, “Not bad Autumn. That was 5 minutes and 50 seconds. You sure beat Carla. Nice going.” “But I bet I can still hold one longer than Steffy,” said Carla hoping that she would not be the one to put in the poorest performance. “That sounds like a fair challenge. What do you say Steffy?” “Sure, if you two could do it, so can I. Even if I am the sober one tonight.” Autumn returned to the sink with the enema bag, refilled it, and screwed in the hose as Steffy stepped out of her PJ bottoms and assumed the position over the edge of the tub. This time instead of putting Vaseline on the nozzle, Carla took some on her finger and lubed Steffy’s bottom. Next Autumn came over holding the bag and handed the nozzle to Carla who promptly inserted it and released the clamp. “This feels really good,” said Steffy as she took some nice deep breaths to hopefully ease the tension she was feeling. “I just had a weird thought,” said Autumn. “We have seen one another naked for years, but here we have been giving one another enemas. Who would have thought?” “Yeah, it was only six months ago that we thought this whole idea was crazy as well as really gross.” “I wonder what it would be like to have a guy give you an enema instead of a girl?” “You mean like a husband or a boy friend?” “Yeah!” “I don’t know about that. I’ve had sex a couple of times, but I don’t think that I would be ready to have a boy friend do this to me,” said Steffy turning around and seeing that the bag was nearly empty. Moments later Carla shut the clamp and removed the nozzle. Now it was up to Steffy to see how long she could hold two quarts. She headed to the bathroom and sat down. The pressure was building and she wiggled her toes to hopefully suppress it. “Think happy thoughts,” she said to herself as her mind searched tor those things that would distract her from the sense of the mounting pressure. Then she reached a point where there was no return and the enema started to flow out of her no matter how hard she tried to hold it back. “Five minutes and five seconds! You did better than Carla, but I guess I’m the champ,” said Autumn. “You and Steffy had an advantage though. I was constipated and didn’t have the room for that much. Of course I’d lose,” said Carla. “And because you are such a pro at taking enemas, Autumn, there is a reason why you won.” “I don’t know about the two of you, but I’m exhausted,” said Steffy finally flushing the toilet. “I’m going to bed.” The three girls slept exceedingly well and didn’t get up until 11:00 a.m. Autumn was already in the bathroom when Steffy came in. She took one look at the enema bag and cracked up in a giggle. “Can you believe what the three of us did last night?!” “I know. I had the same thought when I saw the bag drying. We can’t tell a soul what we did.” “Tell? Who would ever believe it?” said Steffy as Carla came into the bathroom. “Hey you guys, what happened here needs to stay here. OK?” “Fine with us,” chorused Autumn and Steffy already starting to giggle. “Although maybe I’ll tell Katie. . . but not for a few years.”