The morning held great promise as there would be just the two of us now that the grown kids had all left for work or school. It was only a little after seven as I yawned an feigned going back to bed and put the newspaper down. I was hoping that I was not the only one who wanted to get back to bed and take advantage of the opportunity. Nothing would have led me to believe that I might not be able to handle all that the next couple of hours would offer.

"I'll be with you in a few minutes. Let me put these breakfast dishes away first." I shucked off my clothing and got back under the covers.

It was so nice and warm that I settled into a light sleep while waiting. It had only been a few minutes when you came in and noticed that I was asleep. I never heard you remove your robe or even the sound of your closet door being opened. I never noticed that you had gotten out the nurse's vest or that you had prepared a morning or possibly an entire days worth of challenges for me. The first thing I noticed was when you pulled the sheets from me and pretended to feel me for a temperature.

"You feel awfully warm to me.

Are you feeling okay?" Your hand across the top of my head was bound to notice the warmth from where the pillow had captured my body heat. "It's a good thing your private duty nurse didn't take off early." I felt as your hand worked my legs apart and the next thing I knew you had inserted a rectal thermometer in my butt. You had it all greased up before you ever came from the bathroom. You twisted the slender glass rod and made a big deal out of leaving it in for the prescribed two minutes prior to removing and reading it.

"Oh my, you are so lucky that I didn't get off early and leave." Your voice was almost laughing as you patted my butt and explained how I was going to be nursed back to health.

"First you will need to get rid of any toxins that have built up." With that you took from the pocket of your nurse's vest a small disposable enema. Its contents had been changed out so that it now held a formidable mixture of amber peppermint soap; so strong that it would cause an immediate reaction. You had become quite deft at giving enemas and I never even felt the tip enter me. I did feel the cool fluid as it was squeezed quickly into me. I was already squirming when you got up so that you could refill the empty plastic bottle, or at least that is what I thought you were doing. Instead, you opened one of the cabinet doors and you were on your way back. I had forgotten that there were several more "disposable" enemas that also had been refilled with a strong peppermint soap solution. Before I knew what had hit me you had emptied three more into me. The contents of these enemas was fairly cool and it made me want to get up and relieve myself all the more.

"Hun, I mean, Nurse; I need to go right now." I could tell that it was only a matter of seconds before I let loose of everything. I got out of bed and clenched my butt muscles together as soon as I was upright; standing as still as possible.

"You are going to be fine. Just take some deep breaths and wait for the cramping to subside." Your words of encouragement were sincere and I could tell that you meant it. The short distance to the toilet came just in time as I let go of the built up solids from the previous day. While I sat on the toilet I looked out and noticed something different hanging from the bar in the tub. It was an enormous red enema bag; not just large, it hung down half way down the tiled wall of the tub.

"Hun, where did that come from?" I asked as I tried to figure out just how much it would hold; a gallon, maybe more.

"Where did what come from?" Your matter of fact response did not convince me that you were at all surprised with my question. I continued to study the immense size of the red enema bag that was hanging next to the old familiar water bottle enema bag; it being twice the size, maybe more. Surely my eyes were playing a trick on me.

"I'm looking at the largest enema bag that I ever saw. Where did it come from?" Maybe it wasn't an enema bag after all; maybe it was a small swimming pool; it looked like it came with its own diving board.

"Oh, that; I saw it on E-bay and thought you would want me to get it. Was I wrong?" The playful tone in your voice was getting to me. I knew that you were about to find out just how much I could handle.

"You know that I will do whatever my nurse tells me to do." I had started the role playing a few years ago. I wanted to get you involved in my own fantasies; more especially, I wanted you to give me enemas. I figured that if you could pretend to be my private nurse that you might one day initiate your own play action. I would be your only patient and you would be my enema nurse. It had taken a while but you had learned to accept some of my kinks and bends. We had accumulated a couple of enema related odds and ends; but wow, this latest acquisition might even be larger than anything I could have dreamed possible. It was huge, hanging there next to the other well used two quart bag. I knew that sometimes when the mixture of water and soap was strong, that I could barely handle two quarts.

"Let me know when you're done in there. I want to see just exactly how much you really can take." Your voice became more clear as you walked from somewhere in the bedroom into the bathroom. You reached into the tub's enclosure and moved the "Bag" from where it was hanging inside the tub enclosure to the towel bar just outside the tub. It had a relief of a large shell right in the middle of the smooth red surface. The long red tube snaked around and whatever kind of nozzle was affixed to the end could not be seen; it having been placed into the open top of the bag. The thick hose folded across itself forming a lazy figure 8. I thought you would bend down and fill the huge bag directly from the faucet, as you normally would have done. Instead, you began to fill the two quart pitcher that was ordinarily used to fill the old hospital style enema can.

We had purchased the 1950's era white enamel enema can on E-bay a year or so ago. I had made a wooden shelf unit for it so that it could be easily hung from any standard towel rod. By doing so, it had made it harder to fill and refill during enema sessions. The two quart plastic pitcher was safe to use around the ceramic tile floor where it could not be broken should it drop and hit the floor. It also made for measuring the amount of fluids administered a simple task.

"I'm almost done in here." I turned so that I could wipe and at the same time release anything that was trapped in the folds of my lower intestines. I watched as you made sure that the water temperature was a little warmer than usual. The water splashed into the bottom of the plastic pitcher and you let it get about half way to the top before you added any peppermint soap to it.

"How much soap should I put in?" You asked as a steady stream squirted from the end of the nipple.

"You're the nurse. You tell me." I really didn't want to be the one to make that decision. If you wanted to be my nurse, you needed to be the one to add whatever and however much you thought would accomplish the task. All the same I watched the long stream of soap as it continued to mix with the water in the plastic pitcher.

"That's right. I want you to remember that in a few minutes when I start to fill you up. When I say that you need to take more, then you had better hold still and take it. Is that understood?" You were getting into the role more and more. I began to worry that I might not be able to match the fantasy with reality.

"Yes, I understand." I swallowed hard as you topped off the pitcher so that the level of the soapy mixture rose to exactly the two quart line that was marked in red on the side. You then placed the new "Bag" on the towel bar that was just outside the tub. Holding the thick edges of the opening to the bag parted, you poured the warm soapy water in and we both listened as it gurgled its way down the hose. You let a burst of it out by opening the metal clamp so that no air would be trapped. It was the first time that I had seen the nozzle. It was strange looking black nozzle with two large bulbous knots near the tip. It looked like it would hold itself in position rather easily once it has inserted. You made it a point to make sure I got a good look at it before you placed it back into the open topped bag.

"Okay, that's the first two quarts, now to finish filling it." You got back down on your knees and leaned across the edge of the tub to let the water fill the pitcher once more. I enjoyed looking at the view that was afforded me; your smooth white fanny exposed while your nurse's vest came and rested at your waist line. The water bubbled the soap into a healthy froth as it reached to the fill line. Once again you held it level to make sure that it was exactly two quarts prior to getting up. You watched the level of fluid rise as the second pitcher was added. I think that even you were surprised to see that after having added the second pitcher that there was still some room in the bag.

"Oh my." I gulped as I acknowledged that I was in for the enema of my life.

"Time for you to assume the position." You pointed to the floor mat that was next to the tub. I leaned over the edge of the cold metal tub and spread my legs beneath me to give you a clear and unobstructed working area. You placed a liberal amount of petroleum jelly on my anus and worked it in. You then took the working end of the hose out from where it was hidden in the top of the enema bag. I watched with my head tilted upwards as you also greased the large black nozzle. It was almost time to be given the enema. You placed the tip so that it rested solidly against my anus. For a few moments you let it match the natural resistance until with one continuous push it overcame and disappeared so that only the end of it was visible. It seated itself quickly, having been designed to hold itself just inside the anal entrance.

"Okay, here it comes." The clamp was released and I felt a wonderful warmth from the water. You had learned that I liked it warmer and so this was especially nice. I knew that it was going in very fast by how it was starting to cramp. When I began to pant you stopped the flow for a little and rubbed your hands on my stomach. It did seem to help as you massaged my sides so that the cramping went away. Then as I relaxed you started the soapy mixture flowing once more. It kept on going in and I was breathing in little short pants very quickly.

"Please, stop. I don't think I can take anymore. Please?" I thought I was going to burst as the enema gushed in. I looked up and it looked like it was only about half way done.

"You big baby. I know that you can take a lot more than this." All the same you stopped the mixture from going down the long red hose for a while and massaged my swollen belly. "I know that you have taken at least this much before." You stopped for a moment and then added, "I suppose I could let you up; but then I would have to start all over again until you showed me that you could take all four quarts."

I was feeling pretty full and the idea going to the toilet would have let me rid myself of quite a bit. Then again, I wasn't sure that I could take the rest of the enema.

"Let me take your mind off the enema." With that you applied some aloe cream to your hands and rubbed my penis from one end to the other. It felt so good that I didn't even hear the opening of the clamp. The fluids were able to find a way around bends and curves within me in a way that I never thought was possible. Each time I felt that I was too full to take anymore, you would stop the flow and tenderly stroke my penis. I was dripping thick globs as your hand wrapped around me and pumped back and forth. The pressure from the enema along with the sexual pressure that was about to explode was taking me to the limit of comprehension. I felt a rhythmic pulse as jets of semen were released while your hand continued to pump me. I had taken about three of the four quarts. I looked down at my swollen belly which now looked like I was carrying a full term and about to give birth. You also laughed as my skin was stretched so tight that it looked as if it might tear.

"Oh please, you have to stop." I was holding my gut and rolling from side to side with a pained look on my face. I suppose that I must have looked pitiful as you shut off the flow.

"I guess an enema before you give birth is out of the question." You guided me to the toilet and had me sit before you pulled the nozzle out. There was no need in pressing luck. A steady stream of fluids escaped to the toilet below. For several minutes it seemed as if the only thing coming out was the soapy water; then a few plops and splashes landed to reassure me that the enema had done some good after all. I sat there for what may have been two days, time had lost any meaning as the soapy mixture churned and gurgled its way out. I watched as you took the enema bag from off the towel bar and inspected it.

"I guess you know that we are going to have to start all over again. There's at least a full quart in here." You held the huge red enema bag up so that I could see the bulge that remained. I grimaced at the thought of having to take that much again.

"Could you try it without the soap; maybe I could do better." I hoped that would make a difference. I knew for sure that there was no way I could take four quarts with the soap. I was already on fire inside.

"I suppose so. You will want a good rinse out anyway.", stooping down as you let the water clean the insides of the bag. You kept rinsing out he bag while I gurgled from within. Each time the water got about half way to the top you would dump it out and still there were bubbles from the soap that inside that cavernous unit. Once you were satisfied that it was clean, you filled it to the top and struggled to lift the bag back to where it could hang on the towel bar.

"This time I want you to lay down so I can rub your tummy while the water is going in. It should help you to take more and you can watch the bag. You will know its empty when you hear the last of the water being sucked down into the tube. I carefully eased myself onto the small bathroom rug. When I looked up from my position all I could see were the two bags hung next to each other with their respective hoses and nozzles. The hoses looked much longer from this vantage point. The old water bottle bag next to the new 4 quart monster bag reminded me of the challenge that was in store for me. The warm light from the bathroom fixture reflected off of the side of the bulging bag, highlighting the shape of the shell design.

"Remember, practice makes perfect." You took the long black nozzle in your hand and applied a fresh coating of lubricant to it. Then you parted my legs and made sure that the target area was also ready. I closed my eyes and waited for what seemed a very long minute as you toyed with the outer ring of my anal muscles. Then I felt the tip of the large nozzle pressing relentlessly until it made it inside and settled in. I could only hope that I was up to the task as I heard the metallic click of the hose clamp and the clear water began to fill me.