by Park

It was well after six on Friday night when Patty, an attractive nurse in her early 30's, got home to the apartment she shared with her roommate, Karen, who was the same age. In fact they had been classmates at nursing school and had become good friends, so it had been an easy decision to get an apartment together. "TGIF," Patty sighed, kicking her shoes off, lighting a cigarette, and going to the kitchen to pour herself a drink. "Karen, are you in there?" she called, seeing the bathroom door closed.

"Oh, I'm in here, all right, not that it's doing any good," Karen replied.

"What's the matter, can't you go?" Patty asked.

"No, I can't, and I know I need to. I'm stuffed," she sighed.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better-and it won't," Patty laughed, "I'm in the same condition. Do I ever need an enema. I haven't gone all week. Come on out and have a drink."

Karen did so, wearing a robe over her bra and panties, getting herself a scotch and water. "I don't know what we're going to do unless they hire some more nurses. They wanted me to work tonight, a double shift. I told them no way. I said I'd come in tomorrow, but I wasn't about to work tonight. How was your day, Patty?" she asked.

"Hectic, as usual. God, you hardly even have time for a pee, let alone a BM," Patty replied.

"Isn't that the truth. The panty hose don't help either. That was the first thing I took off the moment I got home. They're so constricting," Karen sighed.

"Yuh, wearing them is constipation waiting to happen," Patty chuckled.

"Tell me about it," Karen agreed. "My day was busy too. I had to give an enema this afternoon and all I could think about is how I wished that I was getting one myself. This woman came in for a barium enema and she hadn't followed the instructions and she wasn't cleaned out enough. The doctor was some pissed, I'll tell you. That set us back over half an hour."

"I bet. Well, shit happens, literally," Patty said, with a big smile ."I'm going to get comfortable too, get my robe on," she said.

"There, that's much better," she declared, after returning to the living room. "I'm going to be ready for my enema pretty soon, I know that."

"Me too," Karen agreed. "You're going out tonight, aren't you, Karen? I am," Patty said.

"So am I, but not until around eight. That should give us just enough time to get cleaned out," Karen said. "I don't have to take time for dinner, for we're eating out," she added.

"The same with us. It will be good to go out on a date and get it on," Patty put in.

"Isn't that the truth. I'll be ready for the evening after I've had my enema. And it probably isn't a bad idea to be all clean in there for other reasons," Karen agreed, with a laugh.

"I guess enemas are the way to go, if you don't mind my putting it that way," Patty said, with a smile.

"I know I don't dare use laxatives or suppositories. You just don't know when they're going to kick in," Karen agreed.

"All the nurses have to learn that, I guess. I remember sitting at break on day with one of the OR nurses and she told me about the time she'd taken a laxative and it hit her just as the operation was about to start. She didn't have any choice but to run to the ladies room," Patty recounted.

"I've heard stories like that too," Karen recalled. "I suppose we could work at being more regular, if we had the time or the inclination," she went on. "Maybe, but who does have the time. I'm certainly not going to get up any earlier, that's for sure. And I don't see myself as a Metamucil girl," Patty laughed.

"No, hardly. I don't either. And since we never seem to have time for a movement we'll just have to rely on our enemas, I guess," Karen replied.

"Well, that's not the worst thing that can happen. There's nothing wrong with having an enema every now and then. Actually quite a few of the girls take enemas, more than you'd think, based on the conversations I've heard," Patty said.

"Well, we're all in the same boat. Too much stress, and not enough time. The girls I've talked to don't use Fleets, either. They all do regular enemas," Karen went on.

"That's just as well. I don't think a Fleet enema is all that good for you. They may be ok for a quickie every now and then, but a regular enema does a much better job," Patty answered.

"Thinking of enemas, we'd better get started, Karen, before the time gets away from us. I think it's your turn to go first."

"Fine by me," Karen agreed. "It's a good thing we both know about taking enemas. It sure makes life a lot easier," she added, temporarily ending the conversation, as, shedding their robes, they proceeded to their bathroom.

Neither Karen or Patty had known that the other took enemas until they had been living together for awhile. For whatever reason it had never come up when they had attended nursing school together. Neither of them, however, was a stranger to taking an enema. As it happened, when they had been in their early teens, both of them had complained to their mothers about getting constipated before the onset of their periods. Both mothers, wise to the ways of the world, had suggested an enema. The girls had complained, naturally, but their mothers had finally convinced them to try it, and they both were glad that they had. The enemas had given them the relief that they'd needed, and they had both decided early on that it was better to take an enema instead of getting into laxatives and suppositories. So that was what they had done, continuing to take an occasional enema to relieve their constipation ever since.

They'd been living together about two months when, on a Saturday morning, Karen had seemed to be in the bathroom an unusually long time. Patty had needed to use the bathroom herself, and finally, impatiently, she had asked Karen what the hell she was doing in there that was taking her so long. Karen had been very natural about it. "Well, if you must know, I'm giving myself an enema," she had said. They had started to talk about it, Patty admitting that she took enemas herself sometimes. One thing had led to another.

"It's much better to have someone give you an enema than having to do it all by yourself," Karen had said. "I'm game if you are, Patty. After all, we're both nurses, and professionals. Caregivers. It isn't as if we were really into it the way I've heard some people are. I know I'd like it if you would."

Patty had agreed. "You're right, Karen .I must say, it would be nice to have you give me an enema. We must be sure to let each other know whenever we need one." And so it had been agreed to, and this was what they had done. Sometimes they needed one at separate times, but most often their needs occurred together, which wasn't surprising, given the similarity of their work.

Since Karen was going to go first, she began making her preparations, while Patty watched. They both had pretty much the same equipment, a standard two quart red rubber bag, with a white hose and white douche nozzle, which they both preferred for their enemas, somewhat to their mutual amusement. "The little rectal tips are too small, and the douche tube goes in better," Patty had said one day. That was Karen's feeling as well. They each, however, had their own rubber rectal tube, which Karen had ordered for them through her hospital pharmacy. They only used them when they had more time, on a Saturday or Sunday when they weren't working, when they wanted an extra high cleaning. Tonight, though, it would be their douche nozzles that they would be using.

Karen poured the warm water into the plastic pitcher they both used, mixing in the packet of the castile enema soap she liked, getting the bag hung up on a towel rod, letting the air and cool water out, and topping the bag off, finishing up by putting towels on the floor and getting her Vaseline and latex gloves out. "There, I guess it's all ready," she said, Patty looking on approvingly. "It's enema time!" Patty said.

Karen had to laugh. "That's exactly what they used to say at the hospital, I'm told. Years ago the nurses used to go down the hall giving almost every patient an enema."

"Those must have been the good old days," Patty said. "Bedpans and enemas. We've come a long way, baby," she commented, with a broad smile.

‘Yeah maybe, but not far enough, since we're still getting our enemas from a nurse," Karen replied, as she pulled her white nylon panties down and off. "Seriously, I'm ready for a treatment today," she sighed.

"It's time for you to assume the position, patient of mine," Patty said cheerily, while putting a glove on and taking the cover off of the Vaseline jar.

"Yes, nurse, whatever you say," Karen responded, getting herself down on her hands and knees, exposing her lovely posterior to view.

"Wouldn't your BF love this," Patty teased.

"Yes, knowing men, I'm sure he would. We'll leave it at that, though," Karen said, amused at the thought.

"Do you want me to do you inside?" Patty asked. They always checked with each other about this first, although the answer was usually in the affirmative.

"Yes, I think you'd better. It will make it easier for the tube to go in, and I'm sure I can use it when it's time for my BM," Karen told her.

"It's that bad today is it?" Patty said, more a statement than a question.

"It is, I'm afraid. You'll find out soon enough when you do me," Karen sighed.

Patty knelt down behind her roommate, dipping her finger into the Vaseline, and then she commenced the lubrication, doing Karen on the outside first, and then inserting her finger up into her rectum. "Oh, you are full in there, aren't you, Karen," Patty said, sympathetically, stating the obvious, feeling the hard fecal mass that was down in there, plugging her up, lubricating her rectum as best she could.

"It's pretty bad today, I know. I've needed an enema for a couple of days now," Karen confessed.

"I guess. Well, that's just what you're going to get, like right now," Patty told her, taking her finger out and putting the tube in.

"Here goes," Patty said, releasing the clamp. "Enjoy."

"Hooh-aah," Karen sighed, the moment she felt the warm soapy water starting to go in." Ooh, there's nothing like taking an enema when you really need one," she murmured, as the enema advanced above her rectum on up into her colon.

"I agree with that. It does feel good sometimes. I know mine do. Otherwise I guess we wouldn't do it," Patty said. "How are you doing, Karen," she added, giving her friend a little love tap on the fanny while she held the tube in.

"Oh, ok, I guess. It's hard going, though. I didn't expect it to be easy, not when I'm this constipated."

"Well, just think about how good it is for you, and how it's going to help you get it out," Patty advised. "Let me know if you want to take a break."

"Oh, I will. But I seem to be doing a little better now. Once I get started it's ok. Usually I'm better off if I take it all at once," Karen said.

But Patty could tell, looking right at her quivering butthole, that, good as Karen was at taking enemas, this one wasn't easy for her. "You're doing pretty well. It's over half gone," Patty told her.

"That's good. I was hoping I'd taken that much. I want to take it all if I can, though, so it will really work," Karen panted.

"It should, with all the castile soap you added. If that doesn't clean you all out, nothing will," Patty told her.

"Oh, I hope so. I need all the help I can get," Karen sighed. "Is that about it?" she asked, anxiously.

"Yes, you're almost done. Good work. That's a good two quart enema you've taken," Patty informed her. "There it is. All done. You took it all, every drop. You're a very good patient," Patty teased.

"I try to be. I'm glad I have you to help me," Karen responded, meaningfully.

"Do you want me to take the tube out?" Patty asked.

"Yes, if you would. Then I think I'll just stay down like this for awhile until I absolutely have to go."

"It will be good if you can do that, give it time to soften it up. That's what I try to do, if I can," Patty said.

Patty gently pulled the tube out, wiping the stains from Karen's shit off of it with a tissue. "She sure enough is full in there," Patty thought. "Ok, I'm going to leave you alone now. Let me know if you want anything," Patty said. They almost always had their privacy while having their enema induced BM's. She left the bathroom, going to the living room to have a cigarette and finish her drink, leaving Karen alone, hoping that she would have the good movement which Patty knew she needed. Their apartment was small enough so that Patty was sure she would hear what was going on in there without actually eavesdropping.

Patty didn't hear a sound for a few minutes. "Karen's doing well holding it," she thought. But then she heard her get up and sit down on the toilet. Patty wasn't eavesdropping the way she would have been if she were right outside the bathroom door, but she sure was listening very intently!

"Ooh. Unh. Unh. Unngh," Patty heard Karen grunting. "Mmmmm-uh. Ooh-aaaah!" And then she heard a big plop and a splash. "Aaaah-ooo," Karen went.

"That's good, she's starting to go," Patty thought. "Ooh, thank god it's out. Oh, here comes some more," she heard Karen panting. More and more plops started coming now, one right after another. Karen's enema was really working now, Patty could tell. "Uh-uh," she heard, followed by another good plop. She could picture Karen sitting in there, having her big enema movement! Karen had gotten the hard mass out by now, Patty was sure, for it was only the semi liquid shit that was coming out of her now, propelled by the enema farts that are like no other. "Oh god, it's out What a relief," Karen sighed. Patty heard the telltale noise of the toilet paper roll being pulled, so she knew that Karen was wiping her bottom, and then she heard the sound of the toilet flushing. Karen's enema was over.

Karen emerged from the bathroom, with her panties back on, looking a little the worse for wear. "What a workout," Karen sighed, responding to Patty's anxious look. "I'm ok now though. I'll be all right in a few minutes. For a minute there I wasn't sure I was going to go even with the enema. I was so constipated!" she cried. What she didn't tell Patty was what a struggle it had been to get the first big turd out. She'd wondered if her asshole could open up wide enough for her to expel it. It hadn't been easy, it had hurt for a minute, but she had done it! What a relief! Patty, though, had surmised what had been going on in there without having to be told, being sure that she was about to endure the same experience.

"Have a cigarette, Karen, and you'll feel all better in a minute," Patty advised. "I can wait another minute or two. Hell, I've been waiting for this for days!"

Patty got her equipment out, getting things ready in much the same way that Karen had, except that she liked to use Ivory soap, swishing the bar around in the pitcher until she had it the way she wanted it. "I wish we could still get the Ivory Soap flakes that came in a box.. That was the best enema soap going," Patty said, as she filled her bag. "That was what my mother always used. It's too bad you can't buy it any more."

"Your mother gave you enemas?" Karen asked. "I don't think you ever told me that."

"Oh, she sure did. That was my introduction to enemas. I remember I had to go to her when I was just starting to get my period and I got constipated. I remember I thought she would give me a laxative, but oh no, there was nothing for it except to have an enema," Patty recalled, while pulling her panties down.

"Huh. That's interesting. That's how I got started too," Karen said. "What did you think of it?" she asked.

"Well, it took a little getting used to, but I decided it was ok. I knew my mother took them, so I figured it couldn't be all that bad. I wish I had kept her equipment. She had this nice old bag with the black nozzles," Patty said. "How about you?"

"About the same, I guess, except instead of a bag she had this enema can, the kind they used in the hospitals years ago. I wish I had it now. It was kind of a fun way to take an enema. The only trouble with the can is you look at it and you can't tell how much there is left to go in."

"That would have its good and bad points. Is it half empty, or is it half full," Patty laughed. "Sometimes it's better not to know, I guess. Was your experience about the same as mine was?" Patty asked.

"I didn't mind it all that much. I mean, it's all over in half an hour or so. That's better than waiting for hours for a laxative to work. I did use suppositories at nursing school some. Actually, they're pretty good, if you get up early enough to use them," Karen said. "They can give you a good urge, and you can have a good movement with them, but you don't get all cleaned out with them the way you do with an enema."

"That's something I've never tried. I probably should. I wonder how it would work putting them in at bedtime," Patty wondered, out loud.

"Well, I wouldn't do it unless you don't mind getting up in the middle of the night," Karen laughed. "We'd better get going, Patty. We don't want to be late for our dates"

Patty took her position on the floor. "You don't even have to ask me. I definitely want you to lube me inside," Patty said, as she got herself comfortable on the towels.

"Ok, the patient can have whatever she wants, "Karen replied, slipping her hand into the glove. "One good lubrication coming right up" So saying, she took her position down behind Patty, getting a good look at the perfect circle of her pretty, puckered anal opening." I only hope I look that good back there," Karen thought, with some amusement.

With these thoughts, Karen went to work, greasing Patty's asshole up, and sticking her well lubricated finger up into her rectum. "Oh wow, Patty, you're as bad off as I was!" Karen cried, as she digitally examined the contents of Patty's packed rectum.

"Yeah, it's not too good, I know," Patty sighed. "Let's face it, it was a tough week. You know how you get sometimes. You don't go because you don't feel any need to, and by the time you do it's too late," Patty said.

"Oh, I know. Do I ever. That's what happens to me, all too often," Karen sympathized. "Well, you certainly do need an enema, no doubt about that"

Karen gave Patty's douche tube a good lubrication, and then she slowly eased it up into Patty's overloaded rectum. "That's as far in as it will go to start with, Patty," she said. "I'll turn it on for you, and maybe I can get it in a little further after you've taken some of the enema."

"Ok, whatever," Patty sighed, bracing herself for the ordeal. It wasn't the enema she was worried about. It was letting it out afterwards that concerned her.

Karen opened the clamp, sending Patty's enema on its way. "Aaaah," Patty sighed, taking slow, deep breaths. "This is just what I need. I just had to have one of these today," she said, more to herself than to Karen. "Aah, haa. Aah, haa," she breathed. "Oh, that's good. I've got to take it nice and slow, get it way up in there, take as much as I possibly can," she thought. "It's ok, Karen. I just don't want to talk very much right now." She knew that Karen was trying to get the tube up higher because she could feel it going in deeper. "Oh, thanks. That's better. It's easier to take when it's high up in my rectum. How am I doing. Am I half done yet?" Patty asked, anxiously.

"Oh, I'd say so. Half at least, maybe more. It seems to be going in pretty well," Karen told her. "Hang on. You can do it," she said encouragingly to Patty, who knelt there, her head on her folded arms, determined to take the whole bag. Karen had been able to, the full two quarts, so she should be up to it as well.

"You're almost done, Patty. Think you can do it?" Karen asked. She could see that Patty was having a hard time taking the last of it.

"I'll make it. Just barely, but I will take it all, just," Patty panted.

"Ok, that's it. You did it. You should be proud of yourself. You took it very well," Karen praised her.

"I wonder sometimes how there's room for it in there, I'm so full to begin with," Patty sighed.

"Lucky for us there always does seem to be room, or else we couldn't take an enema," Karen commented. "What would like me to do next for you?" she asked.

"The same as you did, I think. I'll have you take the tube out and then have you leave me to my misery," Patty replied.

"I hope it won't be too bad for you," Karen said.

"I'll manage, but it won't be easy, I know," Patty answered, with an air of resignation.

Karen took the tube out, wiping it off as Patty had, with the same results. "She's as constipated as I was, if not more so," Karen thought, leaving Patty to herself. But she was listening for every sound, just as Patty had.

Patty stayed down on the floor as long as she possibly could, struggling to hold her enema in, until finally the urge became so strong that she simply had to give in to it. "This is the moment of truth, I guess," she sighed, seating herself on the toilet at last, putting off the inevitable as long as she could. "I can't hold it any longer. I've got to go!" she sighed.

"Ooh, this is it. I've got to get it out," Patty panted, pushing out, hard, feeling her asshole opening up. "Oh, uh, uuuu-uh. Mmmmn-uh. Anh. Ooh, it's got to come out, oh please please, oh it hurts," she grunted. "Oh thank god its coming, oh it's got to, unh, unh, unngh!" she went. The enormous turd slid through her gaping asshole with agonizing slowness, but it was out, at last, dropping into the toilet bowl with a splash that could be heard in the next room. "Hooh," Patty sighed, with relief. "I'll be lucky if that doesn't clog the toilet. It sure clogged me all up," she thought, as turd after turd came plopping out of her. "I can't believe there was that much in me, but then again, after a week, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. What an unbelievable shit," she said to herself, as the last of it came down from her colon, through her rectum, and out at last through her tender bottom opening, splatting into the toilet in burst after burst.

Karen was relieved to hear Patty pulling the toilet paper off the roll. "I guess she got it out all right," she said to herself. She heard the toilet flush, and Patty soon emerged from the bathroom.

"Well, you did it, Patty. We both had some kind of a workout, didn't we. Maybe we'll have to go to a midweek enema or try suppositories or some kind of a mild laxative or something," she suggested.

"Maybe we should," Patty replied, doubtfully. "I suppose in the scheme of things it wasn't all that bad except for a minute or two. Going only once a week, with an enema, does take care of the problem. At least we don't have to worry about it the rest of the time, or take time to go to the ladies room. Just so long as we each have a good enema nurse," Patty laughed, feeling much better already.

"We just have enough time to have a quick shower and get ready for our dates," Karen said.

"Ok, let's do it," Patty agreed. In less than half an hour they were ready, dressed in the slightly understated but seductive outfits they liked to wear, every hair on their heads in perfect place. "Let's go get it on. I'm ready for a heavy date," Karen laughed.

"I am myself, now that I'm all cleaned out," Patty agreed, as they left their apartment.

They both knew, though, that another Friday night would come, all too soon, which meant, more likely than not, another joint session with their trusty enema bags!

The End