Realizing that the original stories were more than nine years old, it seemed only right that an update would be in order. The following is a story that supplements those four parts from 2014 named Steffy and the Music Festival. As with the earlier episodes, nobody is under the age of 18 nor is there any form of abuse used whatsoever.

Back in 2014 Steffy, along with her two friends, Carla and Autumn did a road trip to a music festival using tickets that Carla’s dad had acquired from a business associate. The story told how the three girls during the summer between their high school and college year had gone to an event attended by thousands of young people and how the accommodates were even less than basic. When we say less than basic what we mean is that everyone slept in tents, had to use far less than sanitary portapotties, and wound-up slogging through deep puddles and significant mud to get anywhere at the venue. While they were fortunate to be assigned a campsite on a small hill, the three girls used a nearby brush area to pee but for the length of the event refused to use the portapotties whatsoever with the result that all three wound up back home constipated. Each wound up getting an enema for relief but did so in each their own way: Carla asked her mom for one, Steffy looked it up on the internet and attempted one on her own, and Autumn wound up getting one later from her two friends.

All of this leads up to today when we look in on the three women, all of whom were now age 27. All three had graduated from college; Autumn and Carla were married, Steffy was engaged, and Autumn was three months pregnant with her first baby. Carla still lived in her old hometown while the other two were each several hours away. As luck would have it, Carla’s dad again had access to some music festival tickets and asked if she might be interested. After checking with her two friends all agreed that it might be fun to have a bit of a reunion for old time’s sake, hence Carla told her dad, “yes.”

All three were incredibly excited to get together again and set about getting everything ready. Carla went through the collection of things in her basement and found the old tent that they had used. Taking outside she set it up and concluded that it was no worse for wear, thus being adequate for the trip. Steffy and Carla were able to find their old sleeping bags, but Autumn had to buy a new one. Carla’s mom’s old Prius was long gone but Autumn and her husband had purchased a new Subaru Outback—her soon-to-be mom’s car—that they would use. One absolute necessity was rubber rainboots and each woman made certain to include theirs with the items that they packed.

Finally, the time arrived. Autumn and Steffy drove to Carla’s where they would spend the night before setting out the next morning. The meal the night before and then on far into the night was a non-stop talkfest, from which Carla’s husband, Greg, took refuge in his home office. The excitement reached a crescendo as the three set about loading the car. As they pulled out of the driveway, poor Greg just stood there and shook his head wondering what adventures these three women would come back talking about.

To say that the drive filled with non-stop chatter would have been and understatement, but after about three hours and only one potty break they needed to stretch their legs, but most importantly poor Autumn, being pregnant, had to pee again. When they finally got back in the car, they realized that the music festival was now only an hour away, hence the anticipation rapidly built. Soon so did the amount of traffic, no surprise but much of it heading to the same place they were. Shortly thereafter, their pace slowed considerably as they inched along to the entrance. After showing their tickets to the attendant they were sent to what the women thought was going to be a remote out-of-the way place again, but they were wrong because while it was on a hill overlooking the entire festival, the parking was such that they didn’t have to carry their stuff very far at all. Thank goodness for small favors, but still there was a decent stretch of mud between the car and the campsite meaning that changing into rainboots was not an option and after parking the car the three had opened the back hatch and switched out of their Nikes. Steffy still had he red Hunters from nine years ago, but Autumn had a somewhat new pair of gloss black Hunters. Always marching to the tune of a different drummer, Carla had a pair of tall Lacrosse sporting wellies and when she went to put them on was aware that the other two girls were looking at her. “Hey, these are waterproof, and Greg got them for me hoping that we might go hunting together someday.”

So, they got out their sleeping bags, the tent, and the cooler and began their trek through the mud to their campsite. Along the way there were lots of people wearing some type of rubber boots, but there were also those crazy souls that were wearing sandals, Nikes, or just going barefoot. The trip had been an instructive one because those infamous portapotties were in exactly the same place that they were nine years prior meaning you had to wade through the huge expanses of mud to get to them, then stand in line waiting for one to become vacant, and finally try your best to ignore the overwhelming revolting smell.

Carla looked at Steffy and Autumn and said, “Looks like déjà vu to me. It’s going to be peeing in the pushes all over again.”

“And refusing to poop until we get home?” asked Steffy with a bit of a frown.

“Yup, that’s what it looks like to me, too. And as I was packing at home, I had a premonition so I packed my syringe just in case.”

“That wouldn’t be the one that we bought after the last festival, would it?”

“As a matter of fact, it would. I used it all through college and even now. It was a good purchase and I well remember that day at that little pharmacy.”

Steffy was now wearing a broad grin and added, “I still have mine, too, and in fact I did bring it with me. As for that time that the three of us spent in the pharmacy discussing the merits of the various choices is something I won’t soon forget.”

“I guess I know what the three of us are doing when we get back to our place in a few days. Oh, and by the way that old syringe of my mom’s that I just happened to acquire has to be nearly 30 years old and still I use it every month, too,” explained Carla.

So, the women trudged onward through the muddy morass putting all of the inconveniences that they would endure for the next three days out of their heads and looked forward to hearing the music that would transport them back to their late teens. After setting up the tent and organizing their gear at the campsite, the three set out to reacquaint themselves with the festival venue. The stage was still in the same place albeit a bit further away from their campsite, but if past experience was to be any measure, they would be able to hear the music no matter where they happened to be even if they might not be able to see the performers.

There were thousands of people here, some wearing bizarre clothing and the faint odor of marijuana wafted through the air. Oddly enough the ubiquitous mud seemed to add to the experience and the women agreed that they had no intention of venturing anywhere without their rainboots. Some of the spectators were engaged in a game of frisbee and it was apparent that several had attempted to save a catch, and wound up face down in the mud for their heroic efforts.

While they had looked forward to the festival, the three days went by in a flash. They packed up their belongings and made the messy trek back to the car. Carla took one look at the muddy mess that had become the car and promised Autumn that they would have to give it a good washing before she left Carla’s place to head home.

“You know,” began Steffy, “that everything we experienced was exactly the same as it was nine years ago. The mud, the campsites, the people, you name it.”

“Even the music was mostly the same with similar performers and even some old songs played,” added Carla. “I guess that I like a lot of those older songs the best. They were the first with some of the styles, but also had words that seem to reach out and say something to me, if you know what I mean.”

“I’ll tell you what is reaching out and speaking to me right now and it happens to be reuniting with my enema bag for a little bit of help in that department. Being pregnant has sort of introduced some chaos into just about everything I do, including being regular,” explained Autumn.

Both Carla and Steffy then chorused, “Oh yes, relief is only two hours away. Still this reunion has been great, but I do think the entire experience was better when we were teenagers.”

“You know as weird as it is, I cannot help but wonder how many others at the festival are going to wind up home constipated. We can’t be the only three who refused to poop in those dreadful portapotties,” added Autumn.

“Or how about those who got home constipated and didn’t know how to deal with it? I’m guessing that less than 10% of the people there would even know what an enema is or even how to do one,” said Carla.

“Would you guys please stop talking about this. All that matters is that we know what we are going to do and what anyone else at the festival does has no effect on that,” said Autumn in a bit of an edgy tone.

At that the three changed to topic and a little over two hours later arrived at Carla’s place where they unpacked the car and left the sleeping bags, tent, and muddy rubber boots in the garage. Carla insisted that they run their dirty clothes through her laundry so at least Steffy and Autumn wouldn’t be lugging all the dirt and grime back home. Once she started the washer the three went upstairs intent on at least showering, washing their hair, and taking care of their “mutual problems.”

Carla went to the linen closet and took out several bath towels, washcloths, and a bar of Ivory soap. “OK, guys, here’s everything that you will likely need, but if there is anything else feel free to rummage through the linen closet. Who goes first is strictly up to you, but in the meantime, I’m heading to the master bathroom. Have fun and I’ll see you both downstairs for some wine in say about an hour or so. That should give you both enough time to take care of things.”

Steffy and Autumn both looked at one another with sheepish grins, but ultimately it was Steffy who spoke up saying, “So who wants to go first?

“It is a big enough bathroom so one could take a shower and do her hair as the other was taking her enema,” said Autumn. “We have both seen the other take one so that can’t be an issue.”

“So who gets to do what first then?” asked Steffy.

“I don’t care, but if you have a coin we could flip for it,” said Autumn finding a quarter in the pocket of her shorts. Heads will be the shower and tails can be the enema. When I flip call it.” At that Autumn tossed the coin and Steffy called heads.

“OK, Steffy, the coin landed heads, so you get the shower first,” explained Autumn retrieving her syringe in its vinyl pouch from her luggage. While both Steffy and Autumn had purchased their syringes at the same time, they were identical translucent amber latex bags other than Steffy’s pouch being paisley and Autumn’s being plaid. Steffy, with clean bikinis and bra in hand followed Autumn into the bathroom where she ran the water in the shower to get warm.

Likewise, Autumn ran the water at the sink to get warm and while waiting she assembled the hose to the bottom of her syringe. When the water seemed just the right temperature, she closed the stopper to let the sink fill and then floated the bar of Ivory. Moments later she closed the clamp on the hose and using a paper cup filled the bag about half way at which point she found a convenient towel bar from which to hang it.

Both Steffy and Autumn undressed at the same time and oddly enough the layout of the bathroom did offer Autumn some level of privacy. As Steffy stepped into the most welcomed hot shower, Autumn lubed herself with some KY and knelt on one of the bathtowels. She slipped the nozzle in, released the clamp, and soon luxuriated in the invading feeling of warmth. As Autumn’s bag was emptying Steffy soaped and then rinsed her body before turning her attention to shampooing her hair.

Steffy was nearly done with her shower when Autumn had finished taking the last of her enema and had no sooner moved to the potty when Steffy stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself off. From the sounds coming from Autumn, the enema had again worked its expected magic. While Autumn was finishing up, Steffy opened the pouch containing her syringe and much like Autumn had done now prepared her own enema. Just as she was hanging her bag from the towel bar, Autumn emerged wearing a broad smile.

“It worked, didn’t it?” asked Steffy.

“Oh, yes! It always does,” replied a happy Autumn.

“Can I use a little of your KY?” asked Steffy.

“Sure, help yourself.”

Steffy took a dollop on her finger and then lubed herself in preparation to take the enema. In the meantime, a naked Autumn restarted the water in the shower just as Steffy knelt on the towel, inserted the nozzle and bag the follow of warm soapy water. While Autumn had made herself only a one-quart enema, Steffy wanting to be certain to get a major cleanout made two quarts. As Autumn was about half done with her shower, a major cramp hit Steffy and she had to stop the flow and take several deep breaths before it would pass.

With twice as much enema Steffy was still on the receiving end of her syringe when Autumn exited the shower and began drying off. “Are you OK?” she asked Steffy.

“I’m fine. It’s just the I decided to take a full bag which I suspect is more than you did.”

“It is, but no rush. Besides Carla said to come downstairs for wine in an hour or so. We still have plenty of time.” Steffy was glad to hear that news and a few minutes later had taken the rest of the bag. It was then off to the potty as Autumn dried her hair. Some 15 minutes later the two had dressed and done a quick brushing of their hair. The only sign of what had happened in the bathroom was that a pair of wet towels were on one rack and a pair of folding syringes were drying on another.

Once again feeling clean and refreshed the two headed downstairs where Carla was waiting for them in the kitchen. “Feeling a bit better?” she asked.

“Don’t you know it,” replied Steffy. “How about you?”

A broad smile came to Carla’s face that said everything. Yes, she was feeling a lot more human about now, too. “So how about a glass of wine and then we can order takeout from the Mexican restaurant at the mall. Greg has golf league tonight, so he won’t be home until later.”

“Sure, that sounds great,” chorused Steffy and Autumn as the watched Carla pull the cork from a bottle of Merlot. “But we should drink a toast.”

“I hate to be a party pooper, but maybe I could toast with some seltzer instead,” said Autumn rubbing her hands across her still modest baby bump.

Carla responding saying, “Oh, sorry, I forgot.”

“If I can make a bit of a pun, maybe it’s that we just had a pooper party,” said Autumn seeking to return the banter to one that was lighthearted.

“Yes, that would be true whether it’s wine, seltzer or warm soapy water.”

The only sound that was then heard was the clinking of glasses.