Part 1 of 8 part enema romance Note: This is a fantasy, not a real story (I wish!)

I had had enemas regularly when I was a kid and got quite addicted to them. When I went away to college, my mom packed an enema bag for me, but I was WAY too embarrassed to use it in the communal dorm bathroom. I managed to do without, although I sometimes got uncomfortable for a few days. Then, some kind of "flu" bug hit the campus in October and I was laid up for a couple of days, with much vomiting and the usual symptoms. I probably let this get me dehydrated, and I got MASSIVELY constipated. I was in no condition to do anything about it for a couple of days, but finally decided I was in good enough condition to drag myself over to the student health service. I explained what my condition was to the duty nurse, and she said that she could provide a laxative. I told her, "No WAY, that would just about kill me! I'd much rather have an enema!" She said, "Well, actually that would be my first choice, but you mention an enema today and the student is likely to leave a patient-sized hole in the wall as he dashes out in horror!" She said, "Let me take you back to a treatment room and make sure it really is simple constipation, and then we'll see what we can do for you. "She led me to a small room that had an examining table, a counter-top cabinet against the wall with a sink and a toilet in the corner with a curtain that could be pulled around it. Hmm, fairly obvious what "treatment" this room was set up for, I thought. She had me sit on the table and open the front of my pants and lower them just a bit. She rubbed my belly all around the edge, feeling my colon, and then pressed in all around the lower right area, asking repeatedly if that hurt. I told her that it was all a little sore, but that pressing in there didn't really hurt in particular. She then said that I was pretty negative for appendicitis symptoms, and she'd try to get me the enemas I needed. She opened the door partly and leaned out. Then I heard her say, "Oh, Dawn, just who I needed. I think I've got a patient here who needs your specialty. Are you busy?" They had a small conference in the doorway for a moment, I heard a few words such as enema, constipated, appendicitis, good cleaning out, etc. Then the nurse said, "Okay, then," and stepped out of the room. Dawn then entered, and I was stunned at the beautiful young woman who walked into the room. She had long, straight red hair, and stood about 5 foot 10 inches. I had always had a thing for tall women, and tall, buxom redheads nearly drove me wild! She had a face that was so beautiful that it almost hurt your eyes at first. She had a very soft manner that was quite relaxing and reassuring, although I would have usually been VERY intimidated by such an incredibly sexy woman. Looking at her face more closely, it became apparent she was very young, maybe a couple of years older than me, at most. I figured out she must actually be a student. Anyway, she asked me a couple of questions while also palpating my abdomen. I had never gotten a chance to zip up my pants. She asked me if I'd ever had an enema before. I told her, "Sure, my mom gave them to me all the time when I was living at home. "She asked me, "All the time? What... How frequently do you mean?" I told her that my mom gave me and my sister enemas every Saturday evening. I could hear her breathing as I finished that answer, and was wondering if she was getting excited by that sort of answer. She then asked if I had ever had a soap suds enema, and I told her, "Yes, sure. My mom gave them first, then a rinse. She said, "Well, some people get severe irritation of the colon. It's called soap colitis, so I wanted to check that you wouldn't have a problem with that." I told her that my sister did have soap colitis and my mom stopped using soap on her, but that it didn't bother me, and I did get a VERY good evacuation when the soap was used. She asked how much solution was used on me, and I told her that I got 2.5 quarts. Her heavy breathing was unmistakable at this point as she said, "Well, in that case I'm going to use the larger bags we have here for people with large colons, as it sounds like you are quite used to large enemas." She reached into the cabinet and pulled out a clear bag from a cardboard box on the shelf. She unrolled the thing, and it was a really big bag with large numbers printed on it. The numbers were 500, 1500, 2500 and 3500. It had a large tube about 1/2" outside diameter and many feet long, with a large plastic nozzle on the end. The nozzle had a bulge on the end. She told me to get undressed, and I could go behind the curtain while undressing and to put on the hospital gown she had laid out there. I did so, without much care for privacy, as I think she already expected me to be aroused, and I was pretty sure she was aroused to some extent. While I disrobed, she was filling the bag and mixing the soap in. When I turned around after getting the gown on, she was sloshing the fluid in the bag and putting it on a hook on the wall. I laid down on the table on my left side, and she said "Ah, looks like you know the drill here. "She put on a glove, applied lube to the middle finger and inserted it into my rectum, lubing me inside. She said, "I can feel you are full. This is not going be a very pleasant experience, I'm afraid." I thought that I might enjoy it more than she might think. She inserted the nozzle and then said, "Okay, I'm going to start the water flowing in. Let me know if you get a cramp." I felt the water almost immediately. It soon became very warm, and as the bag was fairly low on the hook, the pressure wasn't too bad. I had noticed she had 2500 cc's of soap suds in the bag when we started. After a couple of minutes, I asked her to slow it down a little, as I was getting a little bit of cramping. She said I was doing really well considering how packed I was. After a couple more minutes the bag was empty and I was quite full. She asked me to roll over on my back and she would rub my belly. I suspected she had already seen my erection, so there was nothing to hide, and rolled over. The hospital gown was sticking way up in the air. She just raised it to my waist and began to gently rub my belly. The feeling was wonderful. Her hands, I noticed, were VERY warm and felt very soft. She started out gently and then slowly became more vigorous. She started talking then, saying that it was obvious I was enjoying this enema. She asked me if I'd ever gotten an erection before when given an enema, and I told her that I almost always did at some point in an enema session, and that I had actually ejaculated a few times, but that was rather embarrassing. At this point I told Dawn I was not going to be able to hold the enema much longer, even with that nozzle to grip. She lifted the bag off the hook, looped the hose over her arm and helped me off the table and onto my feet. She walked with me to the toilet and then helped me turn and sit down, pulling the hose between my legs as I sat. She asked me to spread my legs and slouch. She gently pulled the hose and the nozzle slipped out of me, and all that water and poop exploded out of me. I was hunched over, just blasting all that muck out of me. She said she hated to embarrass me, but it was required for her to stay with me, as some patients fainted while expelling. I'd been listening to Dawn all this time without looking at her. At this point, I looked at her, and her eyes were almost closed, her face was quite flushed, and she was making no attempt to hide her heavy breathing. I looked again at Dawn and she was looking right into my eyes with an intensity that I had rarely seen from anyone. She said, through something like gritted teeth, "Is this the honest truth, or are you trying to drive me crazy with your stories?" I replied that it was really the truth, and that I knew that my mom took enemas almost daily, and that my parents did pretty much the same routine I described every Saturday and Wednesday nights, and although we didn't get to see that, the moaning and groaning we could hear made it pretty obvious. At this point, Dawn started to rock on the little stool she was sitting on, and then grunted a few times. It was plainly obvious she was having a VERY intense orgasm, and I thought I might have to catch her from falling, instead of the other way around. After a few moments, her breathing slowed, her flushed cheeks became less red, and she opened her eyes again and gave me that same intense look. It wasn't a look of anger, or embarrassment, but something very searching, looking deep into my soul. I was nearly hypnotized by her eyes. I knew what was happening around me, but I was just captivated by those eyes. We didn't speak for a long time, but I continued emptying my bowels. After a bit, Dawn rose and started filling the bag again, this time filling it to the top. She hung it higher on the wall this time, too, and began to lube the nozzle. She set it down and came to get me. She looked into the toilet, and said I had done very well at expelling what was inside me. She asked if I would be embarrassed to take the next enemas without the gown, and I said I was actually more comfortable taking enemas nude, and took it off. She asked if I had used the knee-chest position before, and I said that my usual procedure had me in that position for all but the first enema. So, I got into the knee-chest position, and she lubed me and inserted the nozzle. She started the flow, waited a few seconds, and then asked how I was doing. I said it was fine, and she started to rub my back. It was at this point I noticed a large wet spot developing in her white uniform slacks. She followed my look, and said, "Well, there's the evidence of how hot your story made me. I'm very sensitive, in the erotic sense, and you now know I can orgasm from just talk alone. You won't believe what can happen if you actually touch me! And I think it is pretty obvious that I'm VERY aroused by enemas, too. No sense in trying to hide that now, is there?" I asked if she gave herself enemas, and it was time for her story. Dawn said, "Yes, I was given enemas by my mom. They were more private than yours, that's for sure. But I did get enemas just like that with my sister when we were both sick. Then when I was 18 I let myself get massively constipated, mostly from bad diet and 'habit constipation', meaning being too busy to go to the bathroom when I needed to. My mom was concerned and took me to the doctor. I ended up in the hospital doctor's building getting five soap suds enemas and then a barium enema. The last soap suds enema was three quarts of VERY hot water, and I was very close to orgasm. Then they took me into the next room that had the huge X-ray table in it. They laid me down on that thing, it was the size of a queen-size bed, and mixed up a HUGE enema bag, with an inflatable nozzle. A radiologic technician lubed up my rectum and they put the balloon in me, and I was very close to coming right there, and they all knew it because I was dripping lubrication all over the place. I noticed the nurse and tech giving each other funny looks. Then they started the fluid into me. I've heard a lot of people complain about the barium being ice cold, but not for me. They had it made up with warm water, and as soon as I felt the warmth enter me, I knew I was a goner!" As I filled, they took some X-ray films of me and massaged my belly. I started to moan, and the nurse kept asking me if I was in pain or had cramps. I told them no, it wasn't that. Finally, the tech said he had to know why I was moaning before he could continue. I looked at him for a second, and knew an orgasm was inevitable, they'd all know in a minute or so anyway, so I just told him plain as day, 'I'm going to orgasm.' He looked a little shocked, maybe more at my being so direct with him than by my being aroused. He said, "I'm sorry, we're not trying to stimulate you, but some people are very sensitive in this way. Please don't think we're trying to do this to you, but maybe you need to just let it happen, then you can relax for the rest of the X-ray films." At this point, with the two of them knowing what was going on, I couldn't hold back much more, and said, 'Just start the flow again.' The nurse started the flow, in a couple seconds I felt the warmth again and began to buck like a bronco, screaming at the same time. The two of them grabbed me to keep me from falling off the table. The nurse leaned very close to my head and whispered, 'You're among friends here. We understand completely, don't be embarrassed. We BOTH have this sensitivity back there, both my husband and me.' I then realized why the nurse and the tech had the same last name! I finally calmed down and realized that during this time, I had taken in the entire four quarts of barium. My belly was quite distended. They rolled me into different positions and took a series of X-ray exposures from all different angles. Then I was led back to the other room through an interconnecting door and went straight to the toilet. It took me 45 minutes to expel all that barium. They sent me home with a smaller bag and told me to take a soap suds enema twice to get all the remaining barium out. I didn't tell my mom right away about what happened, but it was too big a secret to hold for very long. About two weeks later I told her, and she held me for a long time and told me that there was nothing wrong with that and that she was sensitive in the same way." At this point, I'd held the three quarts of soap suds for about five minutes and was extremely aroused to the point of dripping clear fluid from my penis. Dawn said, "Can you hold that enema for one more minute?" I replied that I could, but not much longer. She had me roll onto my back and then applied KY jelly to her hand. She began to stroke my penis and then took my hand and slipped it into her blouse and under her bra. I slid my hand gently across her breast, as she was engorged at least a full cup size extra from all this arousal. I found her nipple, and it felt as big as my index finger! She moaned, and I exploded in a huge, arcing ejaculation that splattered from my chin down to the middle of my chest. The semen actually made a splattering sound as it landed! We both moaned for a minute or so, and then Dawn helped me up and to the toilet. I exploded again and dumped a huge load of pent-up material into the toilet. This second enema was even more productive than the first, and I got enormous relief as it all came out. Dawn was very attentive to me, and when she sat next to me she began to stare into my eyes with that deep look again, and I was totally unable to break the lock she had on me. The look on her face was just amazing -- a look of love, pleasure, sympathy, and a host of other things I could only guess at. We didn't speak at all, just the sound of our breathing and my massive expulsion. When I was just about done, she refilled the bag and I got another three-quart soap suds enema. She was again very attentive, hugging me as I was in the knee-chest position and then helping me into the right-side Sim's position and again putting her arm around me very gently. We didn't talk except for the necessary communication required for the procedure. I held it for a few minutes, but I was so worn out I didn't get an erection, and Dawn didn't attempt to stimulate me. When I was on the pot, she asked me how that one was. I said it was pretty anti-climactic after the last one, but it felt like I was getting pretty well cleaned out now. After I was done, she had me get up on the table again and palpated my abdomen and said it felt like my colon was nearly clean, so she would give me a small rinse enema to get rid of the soap and send me on my way. She mixed up two quarts of salt water with baking soda in it and gave it to me luke-warm, while lying on my back. She started to massage my colon to get it distributed all the way around. She then just ran her hands across my chest and leaned over me. Her breasts felt incredibly soft, warm and stimulating as she did this, and she began to coo my name in my ear. I became aroused, and she gently stroked me until I came again, although there was only a drop or two of semen to ejaculate. Then she kissed me passionately for a couple of minutes and asked me whether I was ready to expel. I told her I'd gladly hold this enema for an hour if she'd just stay right there. She then told me she thought I should expel and get a good night's rest, and when I was fully recovered from the flu and the constipation, she was hoping we could get together and discuss enemas at greater length. While I was expelling the saline/soda solution, she pulled out a business card and wrote her phone number on the back, and stuck it in my shirt pocket. She also told me she worked Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights, and she would be free all the other evenings. Then she leaned close to me and said, "And I usually give myself enemas Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday nights!" After I was done expelling, and Dawn was sure I could make it back to my dorm without having an accident, she stayed with me as I got dressed, and then gave me a big hug, and she looked me in the eyes with that deep look again, and said "I do hope you call me soon. I am totally serious about wanting to see you again. "Well, when a woman so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes says she is "SERIOUS" about seeing me again, I'm certainly not going to argue. I made it back to my room, and totally collapsed. I slept almost straight for almost 2 days, not even going for meals the first day, but then felt a lot better the 2nd day. And, then, it was Saturday morning! I called the number Dawn had given me, and she sounded VERY excited to hear from me. She was worried that I hadn't called, and I told her that I had literally slept through almost 2 days, but was now feeling almost back to 100% normal. We made a date to have a real meal at a nearby restaurant, and I couldn't get my mind off her the rest of the day.