It all started several years ago, It was the 4th of July holiday, a Saturday, I had started feeling poorly the night before and when I awoke on Saturday morning I was feeling quite bad.

It was a hot July morning, temp’s in the high eighties, but I was in the grip of a fever, had the chills, a headache, sore throat, running nose, the works. I was so cold that I was in my sweat pants & sweatshirt sitting at the picnic table in the back yard in the direct sunlight trying to get warm. I had my head down on my arms and was half asleep.

My neighbor Jean, saw me in the back yard and came over to the fence between our yards and asked me how I was doing.

(Jean was a widow in her 70’s, her husband had died a couple of years earlier, and she shared her house with her bachelor brother who was in his 60’s. I had been close friend with them since I had moved in the neighborhood we had talked often over our fence, cut the grass, raked leaves and shoveled snow together.)

I told Jean how sick I felt and described the symptoms to her, she was sympathetic and asked what I had been doing for the cold. I said that I was taking Tylenol and drinking fluids. She asked, ” Is that all ?” and when I said yes, she said. “that’s not enough.”

She told me to come in to her house she had something that would help me feel better. So I followed her in to the living room, she told me to have a seat on the couch and she would be right back, as I sat down Jean climbed the stairs to the second floor. I did not know what to expect, I thought she probably had some home remedy she wanted me to try.

As I sat there I could hear Jean walking around upstairs, a couple of minute later I heard her start down the stairs. I turned to look and was shocked to see her coming down the stairs with a bulging red enema bag with hose and rectal tube in one hand, a bath towel and a tube of Vaseline in the other.

I jumped up off the couch and exclaimed, ”Jean, what are you doing ?”

She walked up to me and said in a matter of fact tone, “Nothing will help eliminate your fever quicker that an enema !”

I was speechless, finally I stammered, “Jean you cant do this, it would be wrong.”

She replied, “I’ve been giving my daughters enema’s when they’ve been ill all their lives, and I still give them enema’s now when they call to tell me they are not well.”

“But I’m not one of your children,” I said.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, “You are sick and this will help you feel better.”

“I’m not one of your daughters,” I said, “I’m your neighbor, I can’t have you give me an enema, it’s not right.”

“Don’t be silly,” she said, “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before, I gave my husband Bill enema’s when he was sick and I still give them to my brother even now, trust me, I’ve seen plenty of hairy balls swaying in the breeze.”

I was still hesitant, I was not happy with the idea of Jean giving me an enema.

I have had enema’s before, but infrequently, self administered, for constipation, or as a prep for a medical procedure, or in the hospital. I had found them uncomfortable.

As I hesitated, Jean said, “The water in the bag is good and warm, but it will start to cool down soon, we should not wait any longer.” I still hesitated and she said, ”You need this enema,” she then lifted the bag and nozzle in front of my face and said, ”The sooner we get this inside of you, the sooner you will start to feel better.”

“Come on,” she said, “Lets not waste any more time.”

Jean moved around me and placed the towel across the arm of the couch. “Take off your pants,” she said, “And bend over the arm of the couch.”

I was still hesitant, but I was feeling both miserable and somewhat browbeaten. I decided, what the hell. I turned away from her to preserve my modesty, took off my pants and leaned over the arm of the couch.

Jean moved up behind me and placed the enema bag on the small of my back, I could feel the heat from the water, she then uncapped the tube of Vaseline, spread my buttocks and placed a large cold glob of Vaseline on my anus, it caused me to twitch. I looked over my shoulder and watched her apply Vaseline to the enema tube. As I turned back around, Jean spread my buttocks and gently inserted the tube into my anus, the penetration caused me to gasp, and my buttocks to clench, but she made sure the tube was all the way in.

Jean then lifted the bag off my back and said, “I’m going to administer the enema now,” and she opened the clamp with a snap. For a few seconds I could feel nothing, then I felt the water starting to fill me on my left side.

A few seconds later I could start to feel the pressure build and I started to squirm, as the pressure increased I started to groan, Jean said, “try to relax, breath through your mouth, it will help.”

It didn’t help, as the first cramps hit I groaned louder, Jean said, ”It’s almost done, just a little more.” I looked back over my shoulder and saw that the bag was barely half empty, another cramp hit and I groaned again, beads of sweat formed on my forehead, the pressure and cramps were very painful now and I could feel my buttocks get damp from perspiration forming on them.

Jean said, “That’s what I was waiting to see, that tells me you’ve taken a good load of water.”

I looked over my shoulder and watched her lift the bag as high as she could, to force the last of the water in me, as another series of cramps gripped my bowels. I finally heard Jean close the clamp on the tube, “good,” she said. “You took the whole bag, let’s got into the bathroom now.” As I stood up and staggered, bent over and holding my belly, toward the bathroom, Jean followed close behind holding the tube inside of me.

As I entered the bathroom Jean placed the now empty bag in the sink, and withdrew the tube from my anus, as she left the bathroom I fell to the toilet and emptied myself of the water, feces and gas that had been filling my colon. I must have spent 30 minutes on the toilet. I finally walked out into the living room weak kneed and sore. Jean was sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette, she said, “That will help you feel better in a little while,” and as she walked me to the back door of the house she said that I was to come back at 3:00PM that afternoon, and that she wanted to give me another enema.

I said I didn’t think that I needed another enema, and she said I most certainly did and to be back at 3:00PM sharp. As I walked back to my house I thought to myself, ”no way “. I went in my house and lie down on the bed and promptly fell asleep, I woke at noon, had some soup and went back to bed, not feeling any better.

I awoke again at 2:40PM and realized that I no longer had the chills and my fever was gone. Maybe Jeans cure had worked. I was still not prepared to go back to her house, but I still had a wicked headache, sore throat, runny nose and cough. As I sat there I thought that if it had worked for the fever, it might work for the rest of my symptoms. So I screwed up my courage and walked over to Jeans rear patio door.

As I approached the door, I could see Jean sitting on the couch smoking another cigarette, she motioned me in an asked how I felt. I told her my fever and chills were gone, she nodded and stood up saying that she knew it would help. She placed the towel over the arm of the couch and told me to take off my pants and bend over the couch while she prepared the enema. So I took of my pants and bent over the couch as Jean went upstairs to prepare things. As I lay there with my rear end up in the air I marveled at how I would allow this to happen, I think it was a combination of my illness and her forceful attitude that had me in this position.

A couple of minutes later I heard her coming down the stairs, I looked over my shoulder and watched her approach carrying the full bag. Again she laid the bag across by back as she lubricated my anus and the tube. Then she slid the tube in, lifted the bag and opened the clamp, and again I could feel the warm water flooding my bowels, The pressure and cramping were less now as my colon was mostly empty, but I was still groaning and squirming at the end when the perspiration popped out on my buns, and Jean followed my hunched over form into the bathroom while still holding the tube in.

As I was leaving her house for the second time that day, she said I was to return at 8:00PM for my last enema. I decided to wait and see if this enema had helped my condition before submitting to another. When I got home I went to sleep and woke up at about 6:00PM, my headache was gone, I had some food and fell back asleep.

I awoke at 7:45PM feeling better, no fever, and no headache. I guess this was working, so back to Jeans house I went where she administered my third enema of the day.

I returned home and promptly fell into a deep sleep.

I woke at 7:30AM feeling fair, I still had a cough and sore throat, but the fever, headache and runny nose had gone away. I had breakfast and was sitting in my living room reading the Sunday paper when there was a knock on the door, it was Jean and she was checking to see how I was feeling. I invited her in and I told her how much better I was feeling and the symptoms I had left. She said she figured I was better, but wanted to be sure we finished the job, and from behind her back she pulled a brown paper bag, she opened the top of the bag and showed me the contents, she had brought over her enema bag, tubing, nozzle and Vaseline. She said she wanted to give me one more enema. I said I didn’t think it was necessary seeing how much better I was feeling. But she said I was feeling better because of the enema’s she had administered and that one more enema would do the trick.

So she took me by the arm and marched me into my bedroom, she told me to take off my pants and get on my hands and knees on the bed. So as I waited on the bed on my hands and knees, I could hear Jean in my bathroom, running the water into the bag and get things ready. I heard her walk back into my bedroom where she set the bag on my back, lubricated my anus and the rectal tube and inserted the tube into my anus, and my buttocks clenched at the invasion. She then lifted the bag from my back and opened the clamp, and once again I was subjected to all the sensations of the cleansing enema, the pressure, cramping, perspiration, trembling thighs and twitching rectum.

And as I sat on the toilet emptying myself, I could hear Jean leave the house, and thought about what a weird two days this had been. Later that afternoon most of my symptoms had disappeared and I was feeling quite well and was able to return to my normal routine.