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"Four gassy colons, four hot loads coming up," Trish announced, as she opened the tub taps to begin filling one of the four six-quart bags we'd be using for our team lavages. "Who wants to be first?" she inquired as she got the water to the right temperature, bringing one of the bags, suspended on a heavy wood and steel hanger, under the tap.

"Me--I haven't had any of that yummy warm water in my tummy yet today," Karen begged. "And my belly's so full of gas, between my embryonic metabolic changes and the objects stuffing my ass, including Paul's randy dick, that I feel really bloated and kind of icky, and I don't want that to bring down my high, because I'm still peaking off the first batch of `shrooms, and just coming on to the second batch." She held her belly with one hand, pressing hard so that her bottom erupted with a mighty fart, begging again, "Please, Tricia honey, I need this gassy tummy of mine distended with your liquid love." She spread her asscheeks enticingly as Trish rewarded her with the insertion of a big peartip hospital nozzle.

Opening the clamp to let the soothing water flow into Karen's needy fundament, she announced, "Once I get the bags all full, I'm going to run water of a slightly warmer temperature into the tub, in case anyone feels the need to be topped off or wants second or third helpings." She snickered at her own wittiness, causing all of us to chuckle, half-insane from the `shrooms and lust out of control. "Now, who's next?"

"I think you should be," Andy observed. "You haven't been on the receiving end of a nozzle today, either, Tricia dearest. Want me to do the honors?"

"I think Paul should get first crack at fucking my nasty rear with this big nozzle, since I was so severe with him during the Victorian English school scenario." She rubbed her belly sensuously, uttering a huge fart, then dropped to her knees before me, spreading her big ass open for my inspection. "Please give me my treatment," she begged, a shiver of lust in her voice.

"With pleasure," I replied, greasing the fingers of my left hand and rooting around in her back passage until I was pumping three of them into her dilated sphincter. "And I want to watch Andy sliding her fist in and out of your ass sometime later tonight." I withdrew my fingers, wiping them on a paper towel, dipped the nozzle into the open jar of Vaseline, and began to ease it into her rear, fucking it in and out as I heard her breathing grow erratic at the lewd penetration. "I'm going to give your ass the best waterfuck it's ever had, so I want you to ask me real nice to make this come inside your ass." I continued my fucking motions with the nozzle as her breathing became ragged.

"Oh, please, Master Paul, let that nozzle come all the way inside my gasbound guts, and let it impregnify my slutty belly with its hot load." She began chanting this phrase like a mantra until I relented and opened the clamp to release the steamy water into her bowels. "Ream my nasty asshole with that big nozzle, and fuck my stinky guts with that big bag of lovely warm water--it feels so good, so deliciously kinky, forcing its way up inside me." As I moved the nozzle in and out of her rear, I noted that she had a hand buried between her legs, frigging her clit furiously as the water drained into her body. I turned to behold Andy finishing up Karen's first bag, the blonde wiggling her ass in obvious arousal and moaning from her utter excitement.

"That's so good, Andrea. Keep filling my slutty middle with that load of love. I want my belly to be even more distended before I finally let it all float away. Please, oh please, won't you fill my bag again?" I watched Andy step away to fetch one of the three-quart pitchers from a high shelf along one wall of the bathroom, then dip it into the bathwater, fill it full, pour it into Karen's bag of liquid refreshment, come back to fill the pitcher again, transfer its contents to Karen's bag, then fill it a third time to park it in a spot accessible to her. "That's so good," Karen hiccuped, then belched as the spreading heat and fullness overtook her. She began frigging herself furiously again, moaning, "I'm gonna cum--I'm gonna cum--oh yes, coming, coming, COMING!" her voice a shriek as she bucked hard with her orgasm, her rear end jiggling sexily as the pleasurable sensations overtook her.

I looked up to note that Trish's bag was nearly empty as well, and I fetched another three-quart pitcher from the shelf where Andy had gotten one just moments earlier. Returning to the spot where she kneeled on all fours near the tub, I asked, "Do you think you might want seconds on this yummy treat, Trish baby?"

"Oh yes--enema me until I blow up like a balloon." I could see her busy hands working at her feminine center as I poured the pitcher contents into her bag, refilled the pitcher to top off the bag, and refilled it a third time as a reserve. "Please, Paul, be a dear and fuck me with the nozzle some more." I began sliding it in and out of her as the water gurgled into her bowels, creating alarming rumbles from her midsection as her colon began to expand and stretch to accomodate the huge load of water pushing its way inside her. "Oh, that's so nice--so soothing and warm. I feel as if I'm sucking the ocean into my bowels, and I can hear the waves crashing in my ears. Oh, God, fuck me with that lovely warm water--I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum--ooh, uhh, err, oww, aiee--I'm cumming, cumming, cumming, CUMMINGGG!!" She thrashed around, her big ass shaking with the sheer physical bliss she was feeling, her big breasts swaying wildly underneath her body.

I heard a feral shriek from Karen that caused me to turn and watch Andy pouring the three-quart pitcher into her bag, sending quarts thirteen through fifteen in their path to enrich the twelve quarts that were already weighing her belly nearly to the floor. "That's so good," she gasped. "I love having my stinky belly filled to bursting. And it's gonna get even better the farther I progress in my pregnancy, because I'll be eating more and my bowels should expand somewhat to reflect that, so I can take bigger and bigger loads of hot enema love, deep inside me, filling me until I'm sure I'll burst." She writhed and moaned in her extreme arousal, causing my erection to swell to new dimensions at the sound and sight of her lustful exhibition.

I turned back to Trish, noting that her second load was nearly drained, and without even asking I poured the last three quarts of the water into her bag. Then I began to rub my dick against the smooth flesh of her broad round ass, asking, "Is it okay if I masturbate on your tush, and come all over your big white ass?"

"I'd love to feel my big white ass covered with your come, as long as you keep the water coming. Better fill up that pitcher again, `cause I'm going to need a lot more before I'm done." Filling the pitcher quickly, I poured its contents into her bag, then filled it again as a reserve supply. I took my shatteringly-hard, blood-engorged penis in hand and began stroking it against her plump fanny once again, my senses utterly consumed by the overripe beauty of her rear bent in front of me to receive the huge load of water being delivered to it by the oversized nozzle. "How much water will be inside me when this bagful is empty?" she asked. "I kind of lost count."

"Eighteen quarts, or four and a half gallons of water. I think Karen is stopping at fifteen."

"Bullshit," Karen retorted. "Andy, fill my bag again--I'm going to top Trish if I explode."

This made me a little apprehensive, and I cautioned, "Karen, darling, please don't even think that. Don't go beyond common sense in this."

"Don't worry, sugar. If I get too full, I'm closer to the toilet than Trish is." She gurgled as she felt the next six quarts of water starting its journey into her middle, rubbing her belly periodically to dislodge the pockets of gas and stimulate bile flow. I continued stroking my hardon against Trish's soft tush, causing her to gasp in visceral arousal.

"Your dick feels so good rubbing against my butt. Stroke it faster; I want you to cum all over my flabby ass." She was gurgling and panting, her bowels making alarming noises as she absorbed still more water into her dangerously distended belly.

Finally, with a scream of unadulterated lust, I felt the jism spurting convulsively out of my penis, splattering all over Tricia's back and upturned rear, giving way to panting and moaning as I gasped, "I'm coming all over your big round butt, Trish, and it feels so wonderful. Your butt looks so pretty with my cum oozing all over it, too."

"Wish I could see," she grunted, the force of the water pushing into her finally taking its toll. "What's my current quart count?" she queried.

"Twenty-four, I believe. You now have six gallons of water inside your huge belly." I rubbed her middle as I said this, then kneaded it vigorously. "This needs stirring up, I believe," continuing to knead her huge gut as she hiccuped and belched with the fullness inside her. "I bet you won't be farting very much after you release this load, will you?" I asked, continuing to knead her distended abdomen roughly.

"Oh God, I'm so full." She winced as a cramp shot through her. "I think I've gotta go potty now," she moaned, clutching her swollen stomach as she tried to rise on shaky legs. I closed her clamp, grabbed her now-empty bag, and helped her to the toilet with an arm around her shoulders. As she sat heavily on the stool, I slid the nozzle out, making a popping sound as its big head exited her rear, and returned the bag to its hanging position above the tub. A huge fart resonated in the bathroom, and I looked over to see Trish, her face, forehead, and upper torso bathed in a light sheen of sweat, clutching her belly and grunting as the enormous colonic bath began to splash explosively from her bursting belly. "God, why did I ever get so greedy? I'm too stoned. Karen, Andy, Paul, will someone come over and just hold me while I get rid of this gut-buster? I feel like I'm gonna die." I rushed over to kneel and surround her with my arms, my hands stroking her back and sides gently to help her relax. "Don't strain, Trish--you don't want to rupture yourself as this stuff is coming out of you."

I looked over to where Andy had Karen bent over on the floor, still pouring water into her bag. At this point, the blonde's belly was touching the floor, making her look like she was indeed about eight and a half months pregnant with triplets. I marveled at how she could take such an enormous load of water inside her body, until I heard her hiccup and belch, then heard the sob in her voice as she said, "Too full, Andy sweetest. I'm going to barf and explode if I don't release this this instant." Clutching her abdomen in agony, she asked, "How much is inside me?"

"Thirty quarts, I think. It's like you gained sixty pounds in the last hour, all in your tummy." She closed the clamp on Karen's empty bag, took it in one hand while she supported Karen to walk her over to the edge of the tub, where she sat her down, opened the tub drain, and eased the oversized nozzle out of her asshole. Then she took Karen into her arms, stroking her back, sides, and buttocks as a huge fart erupted from the blonde's crampy guts, followed by the explosive release of the huge load of water inside her body. Karen sat there gasping, holding her belly as the water continued to issue from her stretched colon, hiccupping convulsively as her bowels griped spasmodically.

By this time, Tricia's release was slowing to a trickle, and I said, "I'm going to help Andy with Karen. Holler if you need help wiping when you're through." Moving to the tub, I bent to bestow a tender kiss on Karen's lips, asking, "How're you doing, sugar? Are you going to make it?"

"I think so, but I think I really overdid it this time. My gut still hurts--all crampy and bloated. I'll probably still have gas just from the enormous pressure I had inside me." She reached for me as Andy disengaged herself from Karen's embrace, bestowing a quick peck on her lips before she went over to the toilet to help Trish clean up. "I should have known it would turn into a competition when you and Andy started enemas for me and Trish at the same time. We're both so obsessed with our abilities--one of the few things I've always considered myself superlative at is my ability to take and hold a bigger enema than practically anyone else on the planet, except for Tricia." She shivered in my arms, remarking, "I'm tripping so hard, I'm surprised I didn't trip myself right out of existence with my out-of-control enema lust." I held her tight, occasionally massaging her deflating middle as the water continued to squirt from her rear, my hands moving over her breasts to tweak her nipples into erection, then bringing a hand to her mons veneris to begin stroking her shiny, fully-erect clitoris. "Coming," she gasped weakly, shuddering against me with the intensity of her pleasure. Finally, she was done emptying, and she leaned heavily against me as I held her tenderly, eventually rousing herself enough to ask, a plaintive note in her voice, "Will you help me wipe?"

I got up to fetch tissue and the box of baby wipes (by this time Trish was done wiping and had begun prepping Andy for her internal cleansing), and returned to Karen's side. "How bad does the tub look?" she asked.

"Not bad--a couple of pitcher loads of clear water will rinse it all down the drain. Fortunately, most of what came out of you was clear water, except for maybe the last two or three quarts."

"Good. After my bottom is clean, I'll help you rinse out the tub so we can get you and Andy started." As I began to dab at her rear with tissue, she wrapped me in a tender hug and began soul kissing me to the point that my erection returned with a vengeance.

After we finished scrubbing and rinsing the tub, Karen filled it with water a few degrees warmer than body temperature, then she and Trish put us on the rubber mat, lying on our stomachs, while they filled two six-quart bags with water from the tub, detached the hospital nozzles from the main hoses, and attached 50FR colon tubes five feet in length to them. As she began a slow lubrication of my fanny socket that soon turned into a sensual prostate massage, Karen announced, "We thought we'd try the high colonic routine on you two, partly to see if you can break your previous records, but also to experiment with the whole-body orgasm concept illustrated in the video we've been watching." I felt my dick leaking pre-ejaculate as she said this, and I squirmed in my extreme arousal, wanting desperately to come even before the moment for insertion of the tube had arrived. Karen, seeing me squirming, remarked to Tricia, "I think he really needs this treatment--he's writhing on the floor like he's in desperate need of therapy."

"Yeah--the rubber sheet under Andy is all wet with her pussy juice, too. I guess we'll be seeing them come before their thirsty guts can even absorb any water." She added a finger to her massage of the petite redhead's backside, causing her to gasp in heightened arousal. Her asshole made sucking noises as Trish added a third finger and began pistoning them out of her rear, causing Trish to warn her, "I know your tummy must still be full of cramps and gas from the soap in the school enema and the buttfucking we gave you with dildos, but if you fart when I pull my fingers out, I'll throw about half a dozen icecubes in your first bagful so you'll really cramp up by the time you've got a gallon and a half of water inside you." She eased the fingers slowly out of her bottom, and the silence was broken by a thunderous series of farts; Tricia observed, as well, a coating of light brown on the fingers of the exam glove she'd worn while opening Andy's sphincter. Without saying a word, she rose and walked back to the kitchen, returning with a tray of ice cubes. Bringing Andy's bag up to hang it on the top of the medical rack, she burped the air out of the lines into a bucket strategically placed for that purpose, then began easing the first six or eight inches of the tube into her puckernut. Opening the clamp, she directed, "Breathe deeply as this flows in; it'll help you relax." She refrained from adding any ice to the bag of steaming water at first.

By this time, Karen also had my tube inserted into my greedy, itchy rectum. As she opened the clamp to start the flow, she began to massage the small of my back and my quivering buttocks, announcing, "This will relax you, allow the water to penetrate you more easily, and prepare your body for the shattering orgasm you'll have later in the treatment." I felt the water flow soothingly inside my crampy colon, moaning with its internal caress, conscious only of the feeling of being overtaken in my darkest central zone. Occasionally, I had a feeling that I was going to expel the load messily, as gas pockets deep inside me were dissipated, causing griping sensations and noises from my belly.

"It feels wonderful," I observed. "This is so soothing, so relaxing, especially in comparison to that soapy gut-buster you and Trish gave me and Andy when we first arrived. Ohh, ahh, it feels so nice inside my tummy." I gurgled like a baby being half-loved to death by a nurturing, yet strict, mother. "If this is how it will feel when you blow up me to make my middle match your pregnant belly every day, I'll gladly take on water until I burst," I gushed, my shatteringly-hard penis near the point of delicious climax. "I'll give you the rest of my life to stop doing this."

I felt a slight pressure inside my colon, and Karen announced that I now had two feet of the tube inside me, and that it was nearly across the span of my transverse colon. "Your bag is almost empty," she observed. "Can you take just a little bit more?"

"Oh, yes, darling Karen. I can take a lot more--I want this to last forever." I reached underneath me and rubbed my belly for a moment, revelling in the sensuous fullness I was just beginning to feel; below my ribcage, my middle had the consistency of a semi-firm pudding, my prostate aflame from the pressure exerted on it by the tube pressing on it from behind.

I looked over to see how Andy was faring; she too was rubbing her middle, her abdomen expanded to the point that it had elevated her slightly above the surface of the rubber sheet. She was moaning in arousal, exclaiming, "This is so nice--it's like an internal caress." The tips of her nipples were erect, filling with blood to change shade from light pink to nearly red, a clear sign of the intensity of her arousal from the treatment. "Trish, are you really going to put ice cubes into my water to give me bad cold water cramps as a punishment for farting?" She turned her head to look imploringly into the brunette's eyes.

"Not until after I've got the tube all the way up inside you--I want you to feel full first, and have as many orgasms as you can, before I torment you." She took an ice cube into each hand, however, and rubbed them lightly at the small woman's breasts, causing the nipples to erect even further, engorging with blood to the point that they turned purple, then holding them there until she bucked in orgasm. With one hand, she snaked between Andy's buttocks and touched an ice cube against her clitoris, bringing her to two more climaxes in quick succession. "This is more fun than giving you a gutload of cold water anyway," she announced. "Only the Shadow knows where the Ice-Cube Enema Bandit will strike next."

That lovely water kept flowing inside me, and I decided it was pointless to conceal my desire to come any longer. I squirmed against the rubber sheet, moaning from the internal caress of the swimming pool that was forming inside my stretched guts, rubbing my penis until I gasped breathily, squirting a thick stream of seminal fluid that coated my belly with its stickiness and caused Karen to remark dryly, "I see another little enema pig who can't take a lot of teasing," slapping my fanny sharply to enhance the sensory overload already consuming me. "Hand me two ice cubes, Trish," she requested. She rubbed them against my nipples, causing them to swell out hard and erect, rubbing sensually against the thick rubber sheet underneath me, then rubbed one against my balls while rubbing the other against my expanding belly. "How's that for a cold rush?" When I didn't answer but only moaned, she demanded, "Is that making your dick hard again?"

"Oh yes, sweet Mistress Karen. I've never recovered from a climax that quickly in my life."

"Good--I think that, when you and Andy both have twelve quarts of water and five feet of rubber inside you, we'll freshen your bottoms-up drinks with the rest of the ice." She rubbed the dwindling cubes against the cheeks of my ass, causing me to squirm and moan in paradoxical arousal, moving them around to thoroughly chill the relaxed muscles of my gluteii. "Damn, your bag is nearly empty," she announced, filling a pitcher and pouring it into the bag, then filling another and pouring it in at a slightly slower rate so she'd be sure I was on the receiving end of at least eighteen quarts.

I soon felt pressure on the right side of my abdomen, and I asked, "Is the tube going into my ascending colon now?"

"Yes--once you've had a couple of quarts in this position, I'll start cooling off your insides like I just cooled off your outside." She reached underneath me to press lovingly on my bloated belly. "Your skin is on fire, so you need coolin'; baby, I'm not foolin'; gonna send ya back to schoolin'," she sang in possibly the worst Robert Plant impersonation I'd ever heard.

"Yeah, Karen, this is a whole lotta love," I snickered sarcastically.

"Wait'll you hear Trish do Zappa's `Illinois Enema Bandit'; it's really hot soapy water in the third degree."

"An enema is someone who is not your friend," I wisecracked, then grunted as the water began to cool off. "You put an ice cube in the water, didn't you?" I gasped.

"Actually, I put six ice cubes in the water. Try to calm down while I fill the pitcher again." I moaned at the gelid invasion, sure I was going to shit out the tube and the four gallons or so I retained before she returned with more warm water. But that didn't happen, because as soon as she returned, she poured the pitcher in, soon restoring the original temperature of the huge internal bath I held inside my distended pudding of a belly. She ran for another pitcher as the water flowed inexorably into me.

"God, these cramps are gonna rip me apart," Andy lamented, hiccupping and sobbing noisily, so Trish relented and poured a warm load into her bag, running to the tub for more water.

At last, it was over. I was beginning to feel explosive cramps in my abdomen from the enormous quantity of water I'd absorbed--at least twenty-four quarts, or six gallons of water, had been drained into my protesting bowels--and I felt as if I'd burst before I could ever get vertical enough to release the gut-buster. I looked over to see Andy belching and sobbing and shaking as Trish helped her to her feet, half-carried her to the edge of the tub, and hung her bag on the shower curtain rod as she opened the tub drain and began easing the thick colon tube from the tiny redhead's rear. Andy screamed, sobbing and keening as she went over the edge into a protacted, intense orgasm that left her limp as the business end of the tube slid out of her tush and a huge fart wracked her distended gut. She sagged limply in Tricia's arms as the water made its explosive exit from her bung, her body quaking from the multiple aftershocks of the orgasmic Hiroshima she'd experienced.

"It's your time, too, isn't it, Paul?" Karen asked. "You do need to release that huge load of water, don't you?" I whimpered, unable to speak, feeling as if I'd burst at any moment. Rubbing my sides to help me gain control of my breathing, she exerted gentle pressure on my hips to turn me onto my side, then brought me into a sitting position, wrapped her arms around me, and helped me to rise, supporting me in her arms for the long walk to the edge of the tub. Once I was safely seated, she began to pull the tube from my rear, causing my penis head to swell and assume an even deeper shade of red, a red verging on purple, and as she continued to ease the tube out of my fundament, I felt a tingling in the base of my skull, felt my face grow hot, my nipples, navel, belly, ass, anus, prostate, inner thighs all atingle and all aglow with the most intense sexual rush I'd ever felt. With all these systems primed to go, I felt my balls tighten, then my ejaculate shot out of the head of my dick with such force, such intense burning sweetness, that I collapsed into her sheltering arms as I saw my come fly out of me, in slow motion like the feats of the Six Million Dollar Man, to splatter against the far wall of the bathroom.

A huge, explosive fart wracked my bowels, and I felt the contents of my colon void themselves in a Niagara that spattered noisily against the floor and sides of the tub, still slumped weakly in Karen's embrace. She held me there, crooning softly, as the water and remaining soap and gas and fecal residue ejected forcefully from my bowels, gently rubbing my belly as I watched it deflate visibly, cramps taking over my consciousness as my stretched-out large intestine began to return to its original shape. I looked over at Andy, who was almost done with her monstrous evacuation, and she smiled weakly at me, face aglow with the remembrance of the soul-shattering orgasm she'd experienced. Trish took her hand, led her to the toilet, and helped her wipe, cleansing her backside with a baby wipe after the paperwork was done, then positioning her on all fours on the rubber sheet so she could rub aloe vera cream into and around the petite redhead's overworked asshole.

This office done, they came back to join us where I was huddled on the edge of the tub, Tricia observing, "These two have performed like troupers. Andy, if you kneel in front of Paul and give him a hot blowjob, I'll play with your pussy until you come." The redheaded pixie dropped immediately to her knees, took my limp penis in her mouth, swirling her tongue around its slumbering head until it stirred into life, and began to give me the most exquisite head of my life as my expulsion dwindled to its close; I could see that Trish had her hand under her soul sister's rear and was penetrating her pussy with three fingers, causing Andy to gasp every time the fingers hooked back to make contact with her G-spot. Andy's left hand was busy stroking the length of my dick as she worshipped the head with her tongue, and I could hear a gasp and see a shudder as she speeded up the pace of her actions. My own gasp of pleasure accompanied hers as she shook in a massive climax while I jetted my load deep down her swallowing throat, again collapsing limply in Karen's arms as the last of the huge internal bath sputtered out of my sore rectum.

After Karen helped me wipe, we all removed our lingerie and put it in Trish's laundry hamper, then filled four buckets with soapy water, rinsing down the tub and then wiping it out with big sponges. Climbing into the shower, we soaped each other down thoroughly, washed each other's hair, and stood in a four-way hug as we rinsed off under the warm, caressing water. We were all flying, peaked to the max from the `shrooms, and after drying each other with the big, thick, fluffy towels that were stock in trade for this horny crew, we all donned skintight rubber panties as proof against accidents, returned to the living room and arranged throw pillows in a pile under the sleeping bag, which had been zipped open for better coverage, and prepared to watch the rest of the video. Tricia had made a last batch of strawberry-mushroom shakes, and we sat down comfortably on the cushions, our arms around each other, passing a bong of Northern Lights around, as the plump brunette brought her TV and VCR back to life.

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The video Laura, Doug, Susie, Dave, Alice, and Zeke were all watching showed a slender, dark-eyed brunette barely out of her teens, who sat in the waiting room dressed in a tank top and loose-fitting jeans, doubled over and holding her middle as Sonya, the petite blonde therapist, walked in from her office. "What's wrong, hon?" she inquired.

"Menstrual cramps--and they're really bad. I feel like someone is slashing through my guts with a knife. Mom sent me here because she said a high colonic always relieved her cramps. Maybe it'll do the same for me."

"There's only one way to find out. Come on back with me." She led the ailing young woman back to her private therapy room. Once they were inside, with the door closed and locked for privacy, Sonya directed, "Please disrobe and lie on the padded table on your belly. I have to take your temperature rectally before we begin your treatment." As the younger woman, who had signed in as Missy, lay facedown on the table, Sonya directed, "Hold open your fanny cheeks so I can insert the thermometer."

Spreading her gluteii willingly, trembling from the cramps in her center, Missy asked, "Will this hurt very much, Nurse Sonya?"

"It shouldn't hurt at all--most of what you feel will be increasing pressure and fullness." She slid a latex protector onto the digital thermometer and spread some K-Y jelly on it, then began easing it into the willowy patient's rear.

"That feels good," Missy exclaimed. Blushing bright red, she added, "I am more than a little bit anal erotic, you know."

"I thought so," Sonya mused. "I could tell by the way you opened up your ass for me that you probably enjoy having objects penetrating it. By the appearance of your rectum and the outer muscles, I can tell you're no virgin back there. Now let go of your buttcheeks so the thermometer will stay inside you. I'm just going to get my equipment ready, and I'll be over in a few minutes to check your temperature." She busied herself by filling a two-quart bag with steamy water, mixing in an ounce of Castile soap and burping the air out of the line, then attaching an inch-thick peartip hospital nozzle to its outer end. Carrying the bag to hang it on the rack over the table, she slid the thermometer smoothly out of Missy's relaxed anus and looked at the digital display. "You're running a fever of 101.2o F. Do you always experience a rise in temperature when you have your period?"

"Most of the time, yes. I frequently have heavy flow and spotting for up to a week and a half, too. I've gone to various gynecologists who've experimented with a variety of oral contraceptives, too, but no matter how diligently I follow the instructions for taking them, I always wind up barfing every day while I'm on them." A cramp seized her and her hands went under her to clutch her belly as she moaned, gasping at the intensity of her misery.

"Based on the appearance of the thermometer when I pulled it out, I'd say you're really constipated, along with being feverish and in agony from your menses. I'm going to have to clean you out with a two-quart treatment of soapy water before I give you the colonic; otherwise, I won't be able to penetrate you very far with the colon tube. And you'll probably cramp up from the soap, but you shouldn't have to hold it for very long." She pulled an exam glove onto her right hand, greased her index and middle fingers with the K-Y, then greased the big nozzle from the bag. "Now spread your fannycakes apart again, sweetie; I've got to lube you for this big nozzle."

Laura and Doug, seated on her loveseat, were holding each other close, his hands kneading her buttocks as they watched the onscreen action, eyes glazed further from the bowl Dave had just loaded and passed over to them. Dave was rubbing Susie's crotch through her tight jeans, and she had her right hand down the back on his jeans, working her finger into his asshole as he panted in arousal, while Alice was sitting on Zeke's lap, his erection pressing through his gabardine slacks against the crack of her ass as he kneaded her small breasts with both hands. Moans of lust and heavy breathing permeated the living room.

Sonya, on the video, slid a lubed finger up Missy's behind, working it in and out to loosen her anal sphincter. Moaning in arousal, the younger woman gasped huskily, "That's so nice--I love it when anybody fingerfucks my butthole," then gasped again as the therapist withdrew the finger to add her index finger and pump the two digits in and out of her. "Just how big is this nozzle you're going to put into my rear? This is about as much as I usually require when my boyfriend gives me foreplay before he puts his dick up my ass."

"The nozzle has an inch-thick tip, but I need to get you loosened up because I'll probably have at least three fingers inside you to guide the colon tube when we're ready for that step." With her left hand, she began to knead Missy's relaxed asscheeks as she continued to fingerfuck her bottom. "I'm glad you're enjoying this, but now it's time to get that logjam of shit in your descending colon loosened, so the tube will be able to penetrate you." She withdrew the fingers, taking the big nozzle in hand and sliding it into the woman's parted behind. "I want you to turn onto your left side, with your legs parted and your arms relaxed. Tell me if you start to cramp up, and I'll stop the flow and massage your tummy." Opening the clamp, she began stroking her patient's back and shoulders in order to relax her further. Missy's sudden stiffening caused her to glance up at the bag, which was still half full. "Cramps?" she inquired.

"Yeah--that soap is burning my tummy." Missy clutched her middle, then gasped as Sonya clicked the clamp shut and began a gentle massage of her upper abdomen. "That feels wonderful," she gurgled, panting to catch her breath. "Do I really have to take this whole bag of soapy water before you can begin my colonic?"

"I'm afraid so--as impacted as your stool must be, there's no way I could get the tube very far inside you before you at least empty the extreme end of your bowels." Rubbing the woman's belly more vigorously, she asked, "Are you ready for the rest of this?"

"I'll try," Missy gasped, breathing hard as the therapist opened the clamp to release the second quart of sudsy flusher into her protesting guts. This time, of course, Sonya continued her massage of the patient's belly, persisting even after a loud click! signalled that the woman was holding a half gallon of soapy water in her slightly swollen tummy. "I think I gotta shit really bad," Missy complained, so Sonya reached under the table, positioned a bedpan behind her rear, and helped her to lie on her back over it, easing the nozzle from her behind before she turned her patient. A loud fart echoed in the room, followed by the spattering release of the contents of Missy's descending colon. "I guess I really was constipated; I didn't realize there was so much poop inside my guts." She grunted, farting again as more stool ejected from her rear, then clutched her middle from the cramps generated by the soapy water.

Sonya moved away, taking the bag and scrubbing it in the deep sink across the room, then hanging it on a hook to dry after removing the nozzle from the line and putting it into alcohol to disinfect it. She returned shortly with an eight-quart bag, the hose of which was attached to a five-foot 50FR colon tube, bulging with steaming water. "As soon as you're done with the bedpan, let me know, and we'll get you lubed up again and start your colonic." She rubbed her patient's middle sensuously to ease the remainder of her evacuation, smiling at Missy as the troubled woman grimaced from the soapy purge still exiting her body.

"I think I'm done, but my butthole is kinda sore from all that soap." In answer, the therapist turned her onto her left side, wiped her rear gently with thick bath tissue, then ran a cooling baby wipe across her fundament before she stepped away to empty the bedpan into the toilet near the table.

When she returned, Sonya directed, "Lie on your stomach, and I'll get you started with your colonic." She rubbed aloe vera cream onto Missy's sore rectum, then began to ease a finger gently inside her, opening her up again; she continued this routine for ten minutes, adding fingers until she had four fingers inside the woman's relaxing sphincter. "How does your bootie hole feel now, Missy? Is it still sore?"

"Oh no--it feels great, like I'm about to get fucked really good." She purred. "But my cramps are still pretty bad. Are we starting my colonic soon?"

"Right now, as a matter of fact." She eased the thick tube into her patient's rear, opening the clamp to let the steamy water begin its soothing journey. She began a sensuous backrub as the water flowed deeply into Missy's colon, occasionally slipping her hands underneath the patient's body to caress her breasts and belly. "How does this feel?" she inquired.

"Wonderful," Missy replied. "That water feels so soothing in my tummy, and my menstrual cramps are starting to get less and less intense." She gurgled with pleasure at the hydraulic invasion of her body.

Sonya looked up at the bag, noting that it was half full; she eased another foot or so of the tube into her patient's rear end, sliding three fingers inside to guide it into the woman's transverse colon. "Do you feel any pain or pressure as I do this?" she inquired.

"No--my tummy's just starting to feel kind of warm and pleasantly full." Missy slid a hand under her own body to touch herself in her woman place, continuing, "And my pussy's getting so wet; I think your treatment is making me horny, too."

"That's all right; in fact, if you masturbate to a good come, it will also help relieve your cramps." Checking the level on the bag, she noted, "I'll be right back to top off your bag, and I'll try to get that tube a little further inside you." She returned in a few minutes with a gallon pitcher of warm water, poured it into the bag, then refilled it at the deep sink. "Now relax, and take some deep breaths. I'm going to try to ease this tube around the bend from your transverse colon into your ascending colon." As the bag began to empty again, she slid three fingers into Missy's ass, wrapping them around the tube to guide it further inside her bowels; when she stopped, only eight inches were still outside the star of the slender beauty's sphincter. "Any pain or pressure yet?"

"No--but I'm getting full. How much water is inside me?"

"Three gallons or so--maybe three and a quart or so extra. Do you want to release this load?"

"Oh no--it feels too good." Her body was elevated by her swollen middle, and her busy fingers were thrumming rapidly across her engorged clit, causing her to gasp periodically with her frequent climaxes. "What's the standard amount for this treatment?"

"Five gallons, but usually people don't take that all at once. Why? Did you want me to drain some more water into your distended belly?"

"Oh yeah--fill me until I look like a balloon." She resumed her masturbation as Sonya went to fill the pitcher a final time, shrieking in ecstasy when the therapist poured the last gallon into the bag. Sonya assisted her in rising to her knees, head resting on her doubled fists, her ass thrust up obscenely as the end of the treatment stretched her gut to the bursting point. Missy looked down, remarking, "I look pregnant, don't I?"

"Yeah--are you having cramps yet?"

"No, but I feel really full. It's soothing, but a little scary, too." The therapist began to massage her patient's belly and backside as the last of the water drained into her huge gut, occasionally tweaking the younger woman's nipples into erection, to the point that a pinkish sex flush spread all over the menstruating woman's body, and her nipples, elongated to points an inch long, were purple with bursting arousal.

"I think it's time to get you to the toilet," Sonya announced, closing the clamp and helping the woman into a seated position on the table, then pinching the colon tube off the main hose from the bag, and helping her patient to move to a squatting position over the toilet. "You won't believe how sensuous and how good it will feel when I begin easing this tube out of your rear," she remarked, gently rubbing the woman's hugely inflated middle as she began to slide the tube out with the other hand.

"CUMMINNNGGGGGG!!!" Missy shrieked, her face flushed beet-red as Sonya continued to slide the tube out of her rear, her breathing a ragged gasp and her whole body pink, coated with goosebumps from the intensity of the sensation she was experiencing. As soon as the tube was free, Sonya rocked Missy in her arms for several minutes, then placed the tube and the bag in the deep sink, letting warm soapy water run while she fetched a heavy towel to place around her patient's shivering shoulders. At this point, Laura stopped the tape and shut off the VCR and TV.

"Too hot," Dave exclaimed, taking a hit from the bowl before handing it to Susie. "Am I the only enema virgin in the room?" he asked, looking curiously at Doug and Laura, then at Zeke and Alice. They all nodded, and he replied, "Then I guess that means I'm it."

"You betcha, honeycakes," Susie said. "We're gonna invade your butt with a big nozzle and pump you full of water until your belly looks pregnant and you shoot your cum clear across the bathroom." She punctuated her remarks by pumping her finger more forcefully in and out of his rear, adding, "Soon you'll get your rear end penetrated even deeper than it was penetrated with the big dildo a few weeks ago." As she kept up this depraved foreplay, she squeezed his bursting erection with her other hand, looking at the two other couples. "Who wants to help me give my honey his first ever waterfuck?" Everybody raised their hands, and she slid her fingers out of Dave's rear, took his left hand in her right hand, and said, "Come on, hon--don't be a party pooper," causing everyone to groan at her relentless punning. Leading him into the bathroom, she positioned him on all fours near the tub, directing, "Spread your asscheeks as wide open as you can get them, lover," and Dave complied, showing his less than virginal asshole to the assembled crowd of orgiasts, who had all discarded outer garments enroute to the place of the young man's klismaphiliac defloration. "Now, Laura, what kind of nozzle do you think we should initiate him with?"

"How about that inch-and-a-half thick peartip hospital nozzle for starters?" the buxom nurse suggested. "If he's already had some big dildoes up his rear, that one should go in quite comfortably, but will also be big enough not to slip out as he starts to get really full." She brought over the box of exam gloves, a tube of jelly, a rectal thermometer, and the package of latex protectors. "But first we should take his temperature, and make sure we have a general appraisal of his health before we begin his treatment." She laid these materials within reach of Susie, suggesting, "Perhaps you'd like to start taking his temperature while I get his chart started." She patted Susie's rear before walking out of the bathroom to get the chart and clipboard she kept in her bedroom for medical scenes.

"Now relax, Dave; just keep holding your buttocks open for me," the blonde directed. She snapped an exam glove on her right hand, then lubed the index and middle fingers with K-Y, placing her palm against her boyfriend's rear and spreading the lube on the star of his sphincter, then slowly easing the middle finger inside until it was buried to the third knuckle. "How does that feel?" she inquired.

"Really good!" He moaned lustfully as she began pumping the finger in and out of his behind, then sighed when she withdrew, only to gurgle contentedly when she added her index finger. "I love having you for a nurse, Susie. You fingerfuck my asshole so nice." His breathing began to accelerate, and Susie wrapped the fingers of her left hand around his bursting erection, pumping it slowly and sensually as she continued to massage his prostate. His moaning and the involuntary thrusting motions of his hips were evidence that her treatment was having the desired effect.

She released his aching dick, withdrew the fingers, and snapped the glove off her right hand, then slid a latex protector on the thermometer, lubed it with the K-Y, and insinuated it into his bottom in one fluid motion. "You can close your buttcheeks now, but stay in position while the thermometer is inside you," she directed, rising to run warm water in the tub, testing the temperature and filling an eight-quart bag to the top. She burped the air from the line and hung the bag on a wall hook behind Dave's upturned rear, attaching the aforementioned oversized hospital nozzle to the business end of the hose. then returned to Dave's side where she rubbed his lower back, asscheeks, and thighs slowly and sensuously while she waited to check his temperature.

At this point, Laura returned; over her sexy undergarments she wore a form-fitting white latex nurse's uniform with a miniskirt that ended just an inch or so below her pubic arch and asscheeks, with a plunging front neckline that exposed her immense cleavage in all its glory; a white latex military officer's hat with two rows of "scrambled eggs" on the brim sat perched on her glorious red hair, and her feet were clad in three-inch stack-heeled white latex boots that came to the middle of her thighs. "How's our patient doing?" she asked curiously.

"I'm just waiting to take out his thermometer, Nurse Laura. I've already got his first bag ready to go." She patted Dave's rear, sneaking a hand around his waist to give his cock a suggestive squeeze. "Do you think it's time to read his temp?"

"Go ahead." She stood with her pen poised above the chart on her clipboard, waiting for Susie's response.

Withdrawing the instrument from her boyfriend's anus, she noted, "It's covered with stool." Smacking Dave's ass sharply with the flat of her left hand, she admonished, "Ten demerits, Dave. I told you to come here with a clean asshole." She examined the digital dial on the device, noting, "His temp is 100.9o F. I wonder what the problem could be?"

"Might be stomach flu," Alice suggested. "Or maybe he ate chicken soft tacos at Taco Bell?" She stood in front of Dave, looking sternly down at him as Zeke, on his knees behind her, was separating the globes of her fanny to press his tongue against her rear hole.

"I think it's probably rectalitis or analitis," Laura intoned. "I'm afraid the only relief for the dear boy is that he be purged, and purged long, intensely, and thoroughly." She bent over at Dave's side, looking into his eyes, her massive tits all but spilling out of her abbreviated nurse's uniform. "Dear boy, do you have hemmorhoids or anything like that?"

"No, Nurse Laura. My asshole is eager for any treatment you and Susie and Alice and Doug and Zeke want to give it." He held his fannycakes open so the assembled group could see his eagerness.

"That's fortunate, because your bunghole will probably be very sore from all the wiping you'll be doing in the course of your treatment." Looking over to Susie, she directed, "Go ahead and finish readying the bag while I prepare him for his new position of humility and servitude." Susie rose to begin lubing the nozzle as Laura donned heavy rubber gloves and began slapping Dave's opened asscheeks with the flats of her hands, bringing his rear to a nice shade of pink while Susie held the sacred nozzle poised for insertion into his dirty rectum.

As the curvacious blonde teenager began easing the big nozzle deep into her boyfriend's rear, she announced, "Okay, baby, here's eight quarts, or two gallons, of hot enema love that will begin flushing all those poisons out of your polluted bowels." She moved the nozzle in and out of his rear, which he still held parted with both hands, fucking him long and thoroughly before opening the clamp to let the steamy water begin its invasion of his inner depths. "I shudder to think of how impacted with shit your colon must be, honeycakes, especially when I think about the nasty stuff I saw on the exam glove and thermometer after I pulled them out of your butt a while ago." She reached a hand around his waist to begin a slow massage of his expanding middle, occasionally squeezing his inflating abdomen as the water flowed relentlessly inside him. "You really need this enema bad, don't you, lover?" As he grunted at the increasing fullness in his belly, she ordered, in a stern tone, "Answer me, baby. Tell us all how much you need having this big load of soothing, healing water injected up your dirty asshole."

"Yesss!" he hissed raggedly. "I need to have all the waste flushed out of my guts so I'll be restored to health and can party with everybody without feeling so sluggish and icky and generally out of sorts." His breathing became more rapid and uneven as she resumed pumping the nozzle in and out of his obscenely exposed fundament, especially after she began massaging his bloated stomach with her left hand, occasionally tweaking his bursting erection to keep his arousal at fever pitch. "If you keep that up, Susie, I don't know whether my dick or my asshole will explode first." He began making guttural groans at this overload of stimulation, all but gasping in the intensity of his perversely mixed pleasure and pain from the prolonged treatment.

"The bag's almost empty," Alice remarked, crossing to retrieve a gallon pitcher and fill it from the tub, then returning to pour it into the bag, which Laura held open while nodding approvingly at her observation. Alice filled the pitcher again, standing by to pour the water into the bag as Laura sank to her knees in front of Dave.

The Reubenesque nurse lifted the teenage boy's chin, forcing him to look directly into her eyes. "Can't you take just a little bit more, David? It will feel really good to get all cleaned out inside, and I promise you that we'll make you come like crazy when you begin releasing the water." She ran her hands over his nipples, fingers darting out to squeeze them into full erection, directing, "Susie, just keep fucking his asshole with that big nozzle--I think he likes that a lot. Do you mind if I give your boyfriend a hot handjob while we're topping off his tank?" She began to wrap the fingers of her right hand gently around his bursting pecker as she continued stimulating his rock-hard nipples with her left.

"Not at all--he doesn't realize how we're going to love him to death before we let him shit out this big load of water." She began thrusting the nozzle more quickly and vigorously in and out of his opened bottom hole, remarking, "How do you like the way I'm fucking you with this sacred phallus, Dave? Is it making you horny?"

"God yes," he replied in a passionate gasp. "Don't stop fucking me--I want to be filled with your hot enema love. Ooh--I'm so full. I can't believe that I've got more than two gallons of water inside my belly." He moaned as the invasion continued, while Laura continued to caress his penis and his aroused nipples. Meanwhile, Zeke was performing wicked analingus on Alice, kneeling behind her with his hand holding her fanny globes wide apart, while Doug performed the same service at Laura's large, plump rear. Suddenly, Dave winced, groaning, "I'm so full--I don't think I can take anymore." He pushed Laura's hands away to clutch at his hugely distended gut, belching and hiccuping in nausea from the overstuffed feeling of bloating he endured.

"Just a little bit more, hon," Susie replied; the camera panned back to draw attention to the fact that the huge bag was nearly empty again. She pushed the nozzle home, as deep as it would go, watching the last of the water drain into him, then closed the clamp. "Will you help me get him to the toilet, Nurse Laura?" she asked. They helped him up, Alice carrying the bag and holding the nozzle in his rear as they positioned him in a squat over the porcelain throne. "Go ahead and pull his nozzle, Alice," she directed, taking his erection into her mouth as Laura seated him and began massaging his hugely expanded middle. A huge fart erupted from Dave's gut as the massive purge began to issue from his rear, and a rictus of ambivalent ecstasy crossed his features as Susie began an exquisite blowjob.

"Uh, uh, oh, oh, aah, omigod, gonna cum soon," Dave grunted, gasping as the steamy water left his behind while Laura pummelled his swollen abdomen and Susie continued her oral worship of his erection. By this time, Doctor Doug had his penis inserted into Laura's exposed bottom, and he was pumping lustfully in and out of her while she continued her massage therapy on Dave's deflating middle, while Zeke and Laura were coupled dog-style on the floor in front of the group at the toilet, his fleshy spear ramming vigorously in and out of her athletic buns. Laura continued pressing her hands hard against Dave's deflating middle as he screamed, "CUMMMIINNNNGGGGGG!!" and shot his semen down the swallowing reaches of Susie's throat, his guts continuing to cramp and gripe and fart as the rest of the water forced its way out of his body. He slumped weakly against the toilet tank as Susie lovingly sucked him dry, while Laura backed herself and Doug away from the toilet, grasping her ankles with both hands as he continued to spear his erection in and out of her lush rear end.

"I'd forgotten what a sweet ass you have, Laura," Doug commented as he sank his shaft in and out of her massively jiggling buns. "It's so good to fuck you hard and deep when you're this aroused, and the outfit you're in is such a turnon."

"Did you remember to put a condom on?" she inquired protectively.

"I did that while you were in the bedroom--it's a ribbed model--can't you feel the difference in texture as I slide my dick in and out of your hungry asshole?"

"A little bit--but most of what I feel is so marvelously full and stretched and excited because you do my butt so masterfully." She wiggled her rear as he continued to spear in and out of her, then the scene shifted to Alice and Zeke.

"You got a nice tight ass, baby," Zeke observed. "I feel like I'm gonna come any minute." He continued to slam his thick meat in and out of her narrow rear tunnel, causing her slender body to quiver with passion.

"I love your dick up my butt. Are you wearing a condom?"

"Of course--we don't know each other's sexual history yet." He grunted as he continued his assault on her bottom.

"I think I'll dump my jock boyfriend and get an HIV test when Laura has hers. I can't wait to feel you come up my butt and then piss into my bowels afterwards."

"Oh God," he exclaimed, choking back a sob. "My dead girlfriend used to love my piss enemas after I shot a load of jizz into her bowels." He continued thrusting hard as she slammed her torso back to take every inch of his erection into her bottom.

"Stand up so I can wipe you," Susie directed to Dave. His exposed rear to the camera, he held his cheeks wide apart as she applied thick layers of bath tissue to his asscrack and began to soak up the moisture and filth still covering the orifice in between, wiping in larger and larger circles to cleanse his bespattered gluteii. She then covered the same ground with a baby wipe, noted with approval that, "I can't smell anything on your butt now," and tossed the wipe in a wastebasket, while throwing the tissue in the toilet, closing the lid, and flushing. "Now let's see how clean you are inside," she announced, snapping an exam glove on her right hand, dipping all five fingers into a jar of aloe vera cream, then insinuating the middle finger into his quivering tush. She fingerfucked him sensuously for several minutes, until his renewed panting assured her he was once more erect. Pulling the finger out, she noted, "It's still kind of brown, Dave. I guess you probably need a soapy load deep inside you to finish cleaning you out." Looking over at Laura and Doug, who were in the dog-style position with the doctor's penis still spearing lustfully in and out of the entrance to her bowels, she solicited, "Do you think that's a good idea, Nurse Laura?"

"Absolutely, dear child. There's a four-quart clear hospital bag with a double inflatable nozzle attached hanging in the bathroom equipment closet--a jug of liquid Castile soap is on the top shelf. You should measure out an ounce of it--we don't want to give him really bad cramps on his first sudsy excursion." She grunted as Doug continued pumping in and out of her plump buttocks. "God, hon, you pack my pooper so nice--I want you to come now--fill that condom so I can drink your sperm out of it afterwards." He slammed harder and harder into her, finally yelling in consummation as he shot his load deep into the rubber barrier that was buried inside her tightest hole.

"Do you have to use soap?" Dave complained. "I really don't feel like there's any more shit inside me."

"Of course we have to use soap, in order to clean you out really well." Sliding two fingers up his bung, she continued, "Besides, as sore as my rectum still is after the Viagra raid last night, I intend to seek my revenge by making your asshole sore from shitting out that soap tonight." Taking his dick in her other hand, she added, "But I've got a treat for you later, darling. After you release the soapy flusher and we rinse you out with a few quarts of clear warm water, I'm going to give you the rim job of your life." She continued to fingerfuck his fanny until she had four fingers sliding sensuously in and out of his obscenely jutting rump, then pulled them out with a pop, rose, and directed, "Lie on your left side, with your legs apart," before walking to the bathroom closet to fetch the bag and soap for phase two of his treatment.

Pouring an ounce of the soap in the bottle lid that doubled as a dosage cup, she ran warm water in the tub, filling the bag a quarter full with the clamp closed, then burping out the air and reclosing the clamp before adding the soap and filling the bag the rest of the way. Turning off the water, she lubed the tip and inner balloon of the inflatable nozzle with aloe cream, then hung the bag on a towel bar about three feet above the spot where Dave lay on his left side. "Now hold your fanny cheeks apart so I can get this inflatable nozzle inserted," she directed, squeezing his asscheeks affectionately before taking the retention device in her right hand. "Take some deep breaths and relax as I get you hooked up." Dave's trim teenaged belly expanded and contracted as he breathed deeply while Susie pushed the tip and deflated inner balloon into his rear, then he moaned as her hand took the inflator bulb and pumped the device to full inflation. Tugging on it to make sure it was properly seated, she asked, "How does that feel inside you?"

"Like I have a tennis ball up my ass. Does this mean that I'll have to take the whole load before you let me go to the toilet?" He looked up at her with a fearful expression in his eyes.

"Yeah, hon--I'm going to fill you up, and make you take it all, and there's nothing you can do about it. Ready?" At his timorous nod, she opened the clamp; the water began to flow out the main hose, inflating the outer balloon in the process. "Dave, if you start to feel too crampy, or get nauseous, tell me and I'll stop the flow to rub your tummy for a few minutes. Okay?"

"Sure, babe. You know I trust you, but please be gentle--I'm a virgin to stuff like this."

"You won't be a virgin to anything by the time this orgy is over," she promised, watching with avid eyes as the sudsy flusher continued to push its way into Dave's colon. "Are you feeling cramps yet?" she inquired, as she watched his hands travel protectively to his middle, clutching his expanding gut as the bag neared the empty point.

"Uhhh, ooohh, owie--damn that hurts. I feel like I'm gonna burst." He continued to clutch his paunch as he gasped at the cramps, sobbing in his agony. "Can't you take it out of me now? I feel like I'm going to be sick."

"Just a little more," the zäftig blonde responded, noting that less than a pint of the abrasive purge was left in the bag. "I'll give you a nice belly rub when this is all inside you." She squeezed the bag gently to empty it into Dave's protesting middle, closed the clamp, and knelt at his side, massaging his abdomen as he sobbed and groaned with the pain and pressure that knifed through his guts like a foretaste of a sodden, disempowered death. As her gentle hands began to stimulate his bile flow, he relaxed visibly, finally purring as she was able to knead his bloated stomach vigorously to circulate the soapy treatment throughout his colon. "If you can hold this for five more minutes, I'll have a nice surprise for you while you're releasing your therapy." She patted his soap-saturated paunch affectionately before rising to fetch something from Laura's bedroom. When she returned, she carried a large vibrator with a flat plate attached to the tapered end. "Squat over the toilet, Dave, and I'll deflate and remove your inflatable nozzle so you can get some relief."

Dave moaned with relief as she deflated the nozzle and eased it out of his rear, then settled his buns on the toilet seat as a huge fart wracked his swollen gut, while she stroked his dick into renewed erection, then began running the plate attachment to the vibrator slowly up the right side of his abdomen, across the center, and then down the left, pressing more forcefully as the soapy purge and watery feces shot out of him explosively. "My asshole's already getting sore," he whined, then gasped as she held the vibrator and plate against the base of his ascending colon, his dick purple as the glans swelled and he shot a massive burst of come against her exposed breasts. "God, that feels heavenly," he replied when he regained his breath, belching as the soapy flusher continued to issue from his sore anus. She bent to take his penis into her mouth, cleansing it of all traces of his semen with her warm tongue, and continuing until his semi-erect member returned to a state of obdurate firmness. As soon as she was satisfied that his dick wasn't going to lie down for a while, she moved her mouth away and stood up.

"Now, bend over in front of me so I can wipe your ass for you, hon," she directed, giving his prick an affectionate squeeze. She repeated the routine with the toilet paper, then a baby wipe; once she'd flushed the toilet, she snapped another exam glove onto her right hand and reached between his legs to slide an aloe-coated "bird" finger up his bunghole. Pumping it sensuously in and out of him for several minutes, she alternated her foreplay with periods of hooking the tip of her finger toward his belly, teasing and massaging his prostate to the point that precum wept furiously from the slit in his peter. "Wait right here," she cautioned, crossing to the closet to get a hollow butt plug with a hose depending from its base, returned, and directed him to get on all fours, then eased it into his upthrust rear. "I hope it's okay that I use that buttplug nozzle on Dave, Nurse Laura," she petitioned.

"Absolutely, my dear. It's sturdier than a inflatable nozzle, and gives an added dimension of fullness that a person's asshole just doesn't get from a inflatable nozzle balloon." She was lifting Doug's used condom to her lips, and tipped it back to suck out the sperm he'd just ejaculated while wearing the condom inside her ass. "Tasty stuff, Doug, but then, your come has always tasted pretty good to me. While Susie's getting Dave ready for his next treatment, tell me, lover, how long it's been since a woman gave you a lavage of love."

"Too long, hon. Although I did date that other nurse for a few months, she was totally against erotic enemas; she saw no potential for kinky thrills from what she deemed as a rather distasteful medical practice. Even though she did admit that she'd seen some of her male patients, and even the occasional female, get incredibly aroused while getting their bellies stuffed at the business end of a big nozzle, she just thought they were freaks who couldn't enjoy `normal' sex. We did try a scene once, with her giving me an enema, but when I'd taken six quarts and shot my load all over her tits without either of us even touching my dick, she called me a freak and walked out. The next morning she called to tell me she'd had it, that she'd come by in the evening to return some books and CDs I'd loaned her if I'd put her stuff in a bag and have it ready for her. That was six months ago, and I've been too demoralized by the whole thing to even want to shoot the tube by myself."

"Then I'll bet your system is full of poisons from not getting your colon completely empty." She licked her lips lasciviously as she stroked Doug's penis. "I'll be you'd really like to get a big nozzle up your ass and have your bowels bloated beyond recognition with my liquid love, wouldn't you, Doug?" She patted his flat belly as she said this, asking, "Wouldn't it be fun to have this distended again?"

"God yes, sweet Laura. I need to experience hydraulic heaven at your hands again. You have no idea how excited I was when you invited me over during Susie's emergency room call this afternoon. When I showered before I came here, I was so excited in anticipation of what would be likely to happen tonight that I couldn't resist fingerfucking my asshole with a soapy finger once I'd lathered the rest of my body. By the time I dried off from the shower, I had to take a huge dump, so at least my descending colon should be clear for your erotic therapy." He dropped to all fours in front of her, spreading his buttcheeks as he begged, "Please do me now, Laura. Fill my bowels with your liquid caress, and don't stop until I look like a balloon." He began to run the middle finger of his right hand lustfully in and out of his own bung, breathing accelerating as he lost himself in this uninhibited display of self-sodomy.

"Down, boy," Laura said, with a chuckle in her voice. She pulled his hand away from his rear, wrenching the finger out of his anus with a pop. Her act also caused Doug to cut loose with a huge fart, causing everyone to burst into laughter. "This finger is coated with stool," she observed, slapping his ass sharply with an open hand, adding with a stern edge in her voice, "so I'll have to cleanse your colon very thoroughly with an extremely soapy enema before I can even think about giving you a love enema. Dammit, Doug, how could you let your colon get to such an impacted state? Aren't you aware of the danger you're running of developing appendicitis?" The stern edge left her voice for a softer tone, one edged with sadness. Gesturing to Susie, she requested, "Can you fill the six-quart bag with four ounces of Castile soap and water at about 108o F degrees, please? I've got to prepare Doug's ass for this in a very special way. Oh, and Susie, there's a drawer in the closet with more Inflatable nozzles and double Inflatable nozzles; we definitely want to use a double inflatable nozzle for Doug's treatment." As the teenager broke away from her boyfriend to prepare the rigorous purge, Laura crossed to the medicine cabinet, dug out a big jar of Vicks, and returned to Doug's side. Donning an exam glove in her right hand, she coated three fingers with the fiery grease, announcing, "J.C.'s response to St. Luke might be appropriate here, Doug: `Physician, heal thyself.' But I can't promise this won't hurt, because it will." She slid the middle finger smartly up his bung, causing him to shake with the sudden burning invasion, fingerfucking his anus vigorously for a few minutes before adding a second finger. When she withdrew to add a third finger, she announced, "I know this is causing you much pain, but it's for your own good, dear. You need this cleansing therapy deep inside you to break up the logjam of stool that's probably stretching your colon all out of shape. Now tell me how much you both need and crave this treatment." She began to jam her fingers rapidly and forcefully in and out of him, causing his rear to tremble with the force of her actions.

"I need this big hot soapy enema deep in my guts, penetrating me to the point where I experience severe cramps and nausea, to the point where my whole bowel is on fire, because I've neglected my colonic hygiene over an ignorant woman who was unworthy of my affection. I need to have my shit-impacted belly swollen with soapy therapy until I feel like I'm about to burst, to have my treatment locked inside me until I begin shaking with the pain and pressure, to have my innards stretched and tortured with your stern nurturance, sweet Nurse Laura. I need a stringent clyster forced up my guts so badly I can almost taste the bile rising to my throat from the soap that will soon be invading me, filling me until I look a little pregnant and become a sobbing, whimmpering wreck, begging for sweet release from the agony which my belly is about to endure. Please enema me high, hard, and hot before I get sick from the poison that has accumulated in my system." By this point Doug was gasping and moaning, rotating his rear lewdly as he awaited the beginning of his invason; Laura removed her fingers from his ass and turned him onto his left side, legs slightly apart, then beckoned Susie to approach with the bag and attached double inflatable nozzle.

"I have heard your earnest plea for deliverance, and will grant you release from your condition of auto-intoxication," she replied, a soothing tone coming into her voice. "Now hold your buttocks wide apart so I can get this inflatable nozzle inserted into your rectum." She coated the tip and inner balloon with K-Y, then began easing it into his behind, pumping the balloon to maximum inflation and checking the seat before asking Susie, "Can you grab the vibrator with the plate that you just used on Dave? I think we'll have to stir up his insides while I administer his lavage--he really needs a thorough cleansing." Susie positioned herself facing the doctor, smiling down at him as she noticed the look of apprehension in his eyes. "It's time for your therapy, doctor," Laura announced. "Try to relax as I start your flow." She hung the bag on a hook high above his body, opened the clamp, and began kneading his buttocks as the soapy flusher began to run forcefully into his bowels. "Susie, you can begin that vibrator massage on the left side of his belly, just above his crotch; that will help the solution flow into him more easily." She continued kneading Doug's buns, occasionally slapping at them with her open hands. "How are you doing, lover? Is that soap hitting your nerve endings yet?"

"God, yes. It feels like my bowels are on fire already, but I know I've got a lot of poop inside my guts, so I'm trying to bear the crampiness the best way I can. How much is inside me?" He hiccupped, already nauseous from the rigorous cleansing he was enduring.

"About a quart or so. Susie, you'll need to move that vibrator so the middle of the plate is roughly aligned with Doug's navel. And don't be afraid to press more forcefully into his tummy; if that soapy water is going to be effective in breaking that logjam of shit inside him, it'll require a vigorous external massage." We heard a gasp from the soundtrack as Susie pushed the instrument forcefully against Doug's solar plexus, then a series of deep grunts as she continued her massage of his distending abdomen. The doctor's penis, about half erect from the pressure on his prostate, was weeping preejaculate at a furious rate, causing Susie to reach down and lightly rub the glans teasingly, drawing a groan from him. "That's the way, Susie; it'll take his mind off his agony and torment."

Suddenly, Doug hiccupped sharply, then issued a series of retching noises from deep in his throat; Susie moved the vibrator plate to the right side of his midsection and pressed it firmly against his swollen paunch. After a minute or two, his retching noises abated, and he remarked, "I seriously thought I was going to hurl up all the pizza and wine I consumed earlier, but Susie's developing an expert instinct with that massage attachment to your vibrator. I wish we could use those in the hospital, but the board would never approve it. Uhh, ooh, oww--getting too full." He moaned and grunted, overtaken by the force of the invasion, causing Susie to begin running the vibrator plate in circles over the full expanse of his belly. "How much is left in the bag?" he inquired.

"Less than a quart," Laura replied. She began massaging his back and buttocks, adding, "Take some deep breaths and try to relax a bit more; we'll soon have you topped off and you can change position and rest for a bit before you release this treatment." She directed Susie to back off with the vibrator massage and began rubbing his upper belly with both hands, just above his navel. "Does that help, sugar?" She gazed tenderly into his eyes, which still misted over with tears from the extreme cramps he'd been enduring. She moved closer, planting a tender kiss on his lips, then looked into his eyes again.

"Yeah--it still hurts like a motherfucker, but I don't feel quite as close to death as I did." He groaned as the last of the soapy treatment drained into his bowels, breathing a sigh of relief as a clicking noise indicated that the clamp had been closed against further infusion of the irritating substance. He clutched his middle, moaning softly at the intense pain and pressure in his invaded bowels. His face was red, and beads of sweat popped out of his skin from his breastbone to his forehead, all because of the fire he felt in his belly. "I hope you weren't planning to make me retain this for a long time," he complained. "It won't be very sexy if I can't get it up because the soap has burned my prostate, and I absolutely cannot be sick with crampy diarrhea for work tomorrow." He clutched his belly, moaning softly as the abrasive fluid wreaked havoc in his bowels.

"No, dear--I'm going to turn you on your back for a few minutes so I can give you a better belly rub, then I'll give you head while you're releasing the soapy flusher." She patted his stomach gently, then turned him onto his back by one shoulder. Straddling his face with her broad hips, she began to knead his swollen middle gently, her fingers caressing as the heels of her hands pressed various loci in his colon to dislodge any remaining pockets of gas trapped inside. Her action caused him to moan audibly, and she looked up to observe Alice and Zeke watching with lustful expressions on their faces, then shot a glance over to the tub, where Susie had inserted the buttplug nozzle deep up Dave's behind and was filling him with three quarts of water and a quart of club soda. Returning her gaze to Doug's suffering face, she instructed, "If you continue to breathe deeply, it'll help you endure the cramping and also make for an easier expulsion." He managed a weak smile before beginning LaMaze style breathing, panting with the effort as she continued to massage his distended paunch. Glancing over at Alice and Zeke, she suggested, "If you two are still trying to decide what kind of lavage action you want to do, could one of you run to my bedroom and get the nonlubricated condoms from the top drawer of my biggest dresser?" As Alice loped away on this errand, she added, "Thanks, hon. Zeke, is this going to be a new experience for you, too, or are you already one of the cognoscenti?"

"I'm an initiate from way back, beginning with my relationship with my late girlfriend. Once, she and I even did a four-way orgy with Susie's parents, when the kids were a lot younger. But I haven't seen any action since my darling was wrenched away from me by that car accident." The sob returned to his voice as he said this, and he turned away, causing Laura to shake her head in compassion.

"I'm sorry, Zeke. I know how painful it is for you. But you've got to start the healing process sometime, and maybe if this works out with Alice it will help you on your way." She turned to regard Doug, who was sobbing and whimpering, noting the shivering that had overtaken his body, and eased up on her massage of his inflated middle. "I think I should get you on the toilet now, dear. Sorry I got distracted." She helped him to a sitting position, threw his right arm over her shoulder, and helped him to stand, then walk on shaky legs to the toilet. Seating him in a squat over the seat, she deflated the inflatable nozzle and eased it out of his rear, then settled him as a huge fart wracked his gut and he began the explosive release he craved so desperately. Squatting on her haunches between his widespread legs, she fondled his testicles lovingly, looking into his eyes with a lascivious expression in hers. "I'm going to give you the best blowjob of your life, as soon as your dick gets hard." As she continued to fondle his balls, his slumbering penis began to stir; when she noted this, she circled it with her fingers, pumping it to full erection as the soapy flusher continued to fart and blast and spatter from his bowels. "Condom, Alice?" she asked. When the coach handed her one, she unrolled it over Doug's eight-inch shaft, snugging it on to the base, then covered his glans with her mouth and began a worshipful oral caress of his erection.

"God that's nice," the doctor moaned, bringing his hands to her shoulders to caress her neck and upper back tenderly. "I'm so glad you invited me over, Laura--you always know what I need. Your head technique has improved, if that's possible. Oh my Lord, this feels wonderful--it's fantastic." He began a steady groan of rising passion as Laura's head bobbed against his crotch, stimulating his genitals into overload, and we could hear the sounds of his bowels emptying slowing to a trickle, then a few small farts and sputters, then trailing off as he gave himself over to ecstasy, yelling passionately as he squirted his hot seed into the condom, his hips twitching and bucking involuntarily in his orgiastic possession. "Oh baby--that was the best ever." He caressed her head and the sides of her face, bringing her face up with his hands to meet in an open-mouthed kiss. When they came up for air, Doug inquired, "Why did we let ourselves drift apart, hon? I know I got kind of wrapped up in my work, but you should have been more aggressive about us being together. I know I was neglectful, and I'm not trying to cast blame, but I'm starting to realize already how much I've missed the good times we've had together." He drew her further into his arms, asking, "How's your colon tonight? Has it seen any action since the disastrous date with Big Johnny Little last night?"

"As a matter of fact, Alice and Susie and I spent the afternoon giving each other high colonics, then they fucked me with a big ejaculating dildo loaded with room temp egg whites, squeezed a bunch of air up my butt, and topped me off with several quarts, all through the dildo. I'd love an enema from you sometime tonight, but right now, my ass is itching and burning and aching for another helping of your big dick. Should we part company with Susie, Dave, Alice, and Zeke for a while and go see how much rubber we can burn on my big bed?" She stroked his flaccid member as she said this, noting with a twinkle in her eyes that it was again coming to life. "Damn, Doug, you're almost as old as Susie's Uncle Zeke, and you just came no more than ten minutes ago. I'm impressed, as before, by your staying power." She hugged him hard, saying, "I'm ready whenever you are, unless you want to put on a really wild show for my four other guests."

"Why not? It might become a real orgy if we add non-enema action to the smorgasbord already in progress around us." He returned her hug, palming her huge mammaries and squeezing them lovingly. "Damn, but I missed your giant tits almost as much as I missed your big round butt." He looked down, noting that her busy hand had stroked his dick back into shattering erection, and commented, "God but I want you, Laura. You make me more consistently horny than any other woman I've ever been with. I gotta fuck you--now!" He took her hand, rising from the stool to wipe himself, but not before she grabbed a wad of paper and began to cleanse his rear tenderly. "Amazing, sugar--even the way you wipe my ass makes me hot. I wonder if it'd be a good idea for you to give me a couple of quarts of warm, clear water to rinse the soap out of my innards--that way, my erections will be firmer, and I can probably fuck you all night. What do you say, sweetness?"

"Can I lock it in you with a buttplug?" she inquired, with a lascivious grin on her face.

"By all means--we might as well both feel full in our rear passages when I stick my dick back in its home, a home that's been sorely missed over the last couple of years. God, I love your ass." He drew her into his arms, sliding his hands down her back to clutch at the fleshy expanses of her nether cheeks, squeezing them vigorously as he pressed his rock-hard manhood against her center. He spread her buns with both hands then, easing the thumb of his left hand into her tight sphincter, caused her to moan in arousal as he began pumping it obscenely in and out of her rectum. She stood, relaxed almost to limpness in his embrace, her breath coming in throaty gasps as he prepared her darkest, tightest hole for the invasion by his raging love muscle.

The scene shifted to Dave, bent over in front of Susie, rubbing his swollen belly as the last of the four-quart club soda enema flowed into his tingling bowels. "Oh God," he purred, "my guts feel like they're being caressed by a gazillion teensy fingers. Hon, this feels so good--I think I'm going to come without even getting any contact to my dick." He groaned in delight, fingers pressing hard into his abdomen to try to spread the feeling further throughout his distended middle. "God, it's so goooodddddd! I've never felt anything like this before; I want it to last forever." He gasped, breathing accelerated in his total possession by the bubbly fullness that shimmered through his intestines. "Please, Susie, I'll do anything if you'll give me another quart of that club soda and more warm water as a chaser." He stroked his tummy again, tears of ecstasy running down his face as sweat emerged from every pore of his body.

"I'll top you off if you make me cum by licking my asshole," she replied, getting seriously into a dominant mode. She turned him onto his back and perched her round ass over his face, farting once or twice from the pizza and wine before planting her anus over his mouth. "Now lick me good if you want some more magic bubbles inside your bowels, darling." He licked around the rim of her anus, then began to stab his tongue in and out of the tight ring of her sphincter like it was a miniature penis, her ass riding him hard as her arousal grew. All the while, he rubbed his distended paunch and tried to keep from shooting a hot load of jism all over his swollen belly, whimpering and sobbing from his arousal as she writhed and bucked and humped in a massive chain of orgasms, finally farting loudly and long before lifting her ass from his face, rising, and running to the kitchen for another quart of club soda.

When she returned, she filled a gallon pitcher with steaming warm water, poured half of it into his now-empty bag, added the new bottle of club soda, and topped the bag off with more water. After opening the clamp, she wrapped eager fingers around his shatteringly hard cock as she announced, "Here it comes, baby--four more quarts of liquid love to delight your lustful tummy." She massaged his middle while masturbating him slowly and sensually as the solution drained into his bowels, facing him in a kneeling position and looking lovingly into his eyes as she stimulated both his colon and his libido.

He was moaning and panting with excitement, whimpering in arousal and mounting passion. "God, baby, this feels wonderful. I love the way you're loving on my tummy and my cock at the same time." Purring like a kitten, he observed, "Even though the water is running into me fairly fast, my cramps are almost gone--the way my gut is being distended now feels soothing, not at all achey or crampy." As she continued her caress of his centers, he said, "Keep that up and I'm gonna cum soon," panting and gasping as his pelvis began to buck involuntarily at the exquisite handjob she was giving him.

"Go ahead--I'll tell you when to shoot, and I want you to shoot your cum clear across the room--try to make some of it land on Doug's ass while he's giving Laura the buttfuck of her life." She speeded up her stroking, encouraging her boyfriend with a sexy purr in her voice that soon became an urgent, insistent invocation to stimulate his ejaculation. "I want you to come now, baby, and you're going to come hard and long and furiously, with everything inside you--I don't want you holding anything back." Her hand became a blur as the bag drained into his guts and their mutual passion grew into a loud exchange of gibbering and gasping and love words, until his seed ejected forcibly out of his dick, flying across the room in an arc to land against the crack of Doug's ass, causing the doctor to thrust hard and jet his seed into the condom he wore in his journey in and out of Laura's voluptuous ass. Susie reached up and closed the clamp, then bent to take Dave's penis into her mouth and cleanse it of his ejaculate.

From the other side of the bathroom, they heard Doug remark, in a fake English RP accent, "Good show, old chap--just what I needed to bring me rocks off in me sweetheart's asshole," followed by Laura's giggles.

Meanwhile, Zeke, who was lying on his back in a soixante-neuf with Alice while retaining six quarts of steaming warm water and club soda, was grousing, "Nobody ever comes on my ass--I feel so neglected," causing the athletic cheerleading coach to titter merrily before she returned her attention to his penis.

"Looks like we started a revolution," Susie remarked, kissing Dave as he drew her into his arms and they lay awhile in spent afterglow. At this point, Trish shut off the VCR and TV, and announced, "That was sooo hot! I'm going to put some music on if somebody will load the party bowl to my bong." She bounced up from the floor, ample rear jiggling sensuously, and went to load CDs in her stereo. When she returned, the zäftig brunette remarked, "We'll get into my magazine stash tomorrow; Rima's coming over to hang out with us, but be gentle with her, folks. She can't do anything too strenuous because of her stitches, but I'm sure she'd welcome a rim job or cunnilingus or a conventional genital fuck if any of us are so inclined."

"I doubt if any of us aren't inclined to want to show her affection and give her pleasure," Andrea put in. "For my part I just want to hold her and love up on her and tell her how glad I am that she's on the road to recovery." Sniffing back a tear, she noted, "When Trish and I saw her lying on the gurney on her way to the emergency room, she was so white I thought she was about to die. And I couldn't take that--I really couldn't. Not only is Rima my roommate and a great party animal, but she's my dearest friend."

"I know what you mean, Andy," Karen said. "Paul can tell you how on edge I've been over the last week, wondering if Rima was really going to recover from the trauma her body has suffered. Then he reminded me about her adherence to Taoism and her martial arts training, and I remembered that RIma is a lot tougher than any of us give her credit for being." She shook her head, blinking back a stubborn tear, and added, "But I think she'll appreciate a lot of TLC and limited sexual attention from all of us. We don't want her to feel left out just because she can't indulge in her hunger for enemas and buttfucking right now."

"For my part, I'd be very sad if Rima went into a depression over her current limitations," I remarked. "I intend to give her the best rimjob and pussy-lapping and straight fuck she's ever had while she's over here tomorrow. By the way, Trish and Andy, did she say why she wasn't joining us for the `shrooms and video today?"

"She was still beat from the pain-killers they've been giving her, plus the forty-eight hour regimen of stool softeners the doctor put her on while she was being discharged," Trish noted. "She was a little embarassed to show up over here toting a box of Depends. By tomorrow noon, she'll be through that treatment, and will have a bit more mobility." Wrapping us in a group hug, she offered, "We could all go lie down in my bed and do what comes naturally, or we could just hang out here until we come down and begin to drift off. What do the rest of you want to do?"

"Since your bed's not big enough for all four of us to cuddle comfortably, I think this is the best option," Karen opined. "We've got a nice warm sleeping bag over us, lots of cushions and pillows to keep us comfy, and four big stoned heads that can think of all sorts of ways to entertain ourselves." We all chuckled at this remark, and I drew her into my arms for a deep soul kiss before Trish shut out the living room lamps and joined us under the sleeping bag.