When she woke up that morning, 18 year old Karen did not intend to give herself an enema. In fact it was the furthest thing from her mind as she rolled out of bed, the cold stiffening her nipples. She quickly went to pee, not bothering with the robe, enjoying the way her skin goose-bumped and trying to prolong the sensation. Liking how in addition to her pert nipples, all of the hair on her arms stood, almost feeling like they were contracting, and in fact the follicles on her cunt were standing despite having had the hair shaved off the day before.

No, she looked forward to having her coffee, reading the hometown newspaper and running some errands with her mother. The house seemed quiet though and then she remembered that her mother was taking the kids to the zoo that morning and wouldn't be back until that afternoon. Karen was to shop for food for some friends that she was having over that evening.

From her perch on the toilet Karen idly noted the vanity door was ajar and as she leaned forward to close it saw the red enema bag, with the hose coiled neatly up, nozzle wrapped in saran wrap and held in place with a rubber band. The sight of it interested her and she remembered her conversations with "him" in the week preceding her trip.

At that time she said she had a lifetime of enemas and had no further interest in it. But since that conversation, in the back of her mind, she wondered. Wondered what it would be like to be filled by someone..watched...enjoyed...

She stood up, mopped her cunt and headed back to bed wider awake than she would have liked, but knowing she had the house to herself for the first time since arriving and knowing that she would masturbate. She lay on her back and let it warm up to her body again. There was no hurry. She liked to roam in her mind like it was someone else walking around, looking for interesting things, poking about, dredging up things unspoken. Sometimes she could go as long as 30 minutes just thinking, getting wetter, feeling her breasts respond before she started touching herself. It never took long for her to climax when she delayed it like this and the orgasms were always deeper.

She thought about putting the tampon in her bottom that afternoon. She liked doing new things. Something so accessible, something that she didn't have to hide, and something that forever changed her thoughts when she put a tampon where it belonged. She smiled at the irony of having two in herself that afternoon. One in her cunt, and the other in her butt. And having the audacity to pull the first one out for a bigger one so that she could feel it. She liked ass play. Liked it very much in fact now that she had begun fantasizing about being filled there.

She let her fingers play idly over her belly and wondered if he would put the inflatable nozzle in her first to gently loosen her for his cock, or if he would just penetrate her using that squeezing technique to tire her sphincter that he explained to her. She began clenching, and holding and releasing imagining his finger working out her tight rubbery ring. She wanted him to see it. See that part of her body with the string hanging out...with the inflatable nozzle hanging out with his cock hanging out of her...

She pressed down on her flat tummy wondering idly if she would see it swell if she put water in her bottom. She knew from the point that she saw the enema that she would use it before the morning was over and as if watching herself, swung her legs to the side of the bed and stood up.

It was still early and she switched on the bright lights of the bathroom, pausing for a minute to look at herself standing there. Her face appraised her body. Firm tits, flat tummy, the belly button ring not red anymore from where her kid had pulled. By standing on tip toe she could just see the cleavage of her cunt lips.

The bag was dry, not having been used in some time. Maybe since she was a kid she thought smiling to herself. She let the hose uncoil, the nozzle hitting her painted toes. Since she was alone, she chose to hang it from the shower curtain hook. When she opened the curtain she saw the clothesline, one of those retractable ones like in the hotel with her silk panties. Three panties, three clothespins equally spaced just like the boxes of cereal in her pantry. She took the three pins down, and walked briskly back to the bedroom and put the panties out of harms way, halfway back to the bathroom, she stopped and retrieved the red ones, stepping into them as she returned.

She smiled again as she realized that she had hung the bag before filling it. She imagined him watching her and wondered what he would be thinking what he would be watching...she ran the tub water, marveling again at how long it took to get any semblance of warm water in the pipes. The bag filled quickly, feeling heavy, warm in her hand not unlike the IV's she handled in her profession. She screwed the hose into the bag, the hose tangling around her calves and again hung it on the shower curtain.

She took her time unwrapping the nozzle asking the image in the mirror why she was doing this and not caring about the answer. She shunned the myriad of lotions and creams laying about instead squatted deeply, feeling the cool air on her wetness and with her right index finger smoothed some of the slickness back.

The nozzle slid in easily deep..and she stood there for a moment looking at the white hose snaking out from between her cheeks, looping down then up to the waiting, bloated bag. She closed the bathroom door, not all of the way, so that she could see herself now in the full length mirror and forced herself to look into her own eyes. She was incredibly turned on, a ropy string of her wetness dangling down, now catching and sticking to her right thigh. On impulse she turned her back on the door and bending over looked back between her legs, her hair reaching the tiled floor, her ass now wide open, the white nozzle stark against the brown, brown rubbery ring of her anus.

She stood again, faced the vanity mirror and fingered the valve drawing it out..The "CLICK" of the nozzle filled the room and suddenly she became aware of her own breathing. There was no sensation and she reached back to reposition the nozzle. Still nothing. She realized suddenly that there was air in the line, and smiled again remembering her nurses training that had an actual section on trouble shooting enema administration.

She pulled the nozzle out, not clicking the valve and let an arc of water out into the tub. Not bothering to clamp it again she put one finger over the end and rapidly squatted and eased the tip into her bottom.

Within seconds came the tingling across her belly. So much tingle for so little water it seemed. The first few seconds were cool from the water in the hose, but as soon as the bag water hit it was warmer. She could feel the heaviness come upon her that she remembered from her childhood. But it was different this time. Obscene feeling, heavy. The quiet gurgling in her bowels made her look up at the bag already showing signs of it purpose.

It was soon there after that Karen felt the first cramp start to steal upon her. She gasped and reach back for the clamp leaving the nozzle in her. She leaned forward and began to pant lightly feeling the water shift in her as she did. The cramps rolled over her like waves and despite the coolness of the room she felt herself start to sweat.

When they dissipated she reached back again opened the valve wanting to get more into herself before the cramps became unbearable. She could not tell by looking at the bag how full it remained and she hit it with the back of her left hand, and saw easily two thirds of the water was in her.

The next wave was much worse. Karen dropped to her knees and began rocking back and forth, moaning softly, feeling so swollen and full. The fullness was excruciatingly intense. Between waves of cramps it felt so good, that she wanted to endure it, and feel it. She had to reach back and hold the nozzle in as her body tried to expel it's carriage. Finally, the cramping eased and she noticed the clothes pins lying on the floor where she had dropped them. Somewhat shakily she stood up taking them in her hand and already knowing what she wanted to do with them. She couldn't even remember having clamped off the water, but then realized that she had taken the entire bag in her. In fact some of what was in her no doubt was trying to back flow as she stood and she clamped it off.

She could feel another wave coming upon her and she immediately picked up the clothespins. She gasped as she leaned over and thought looking back at her cunt that the lips were almost standing off her body from the pressure behind them. She tentatively took a pin and clamped it on the left lip of her wet cunt. The effect was immediate and astounding. The rush came upon her not unlike her navel felt when pierced. She added another to the other lip, and then remembering his letter, freed her clitoral hood and clamped one there. Feeling oddly proud she stood up and was surprised as how disheveled she looked. Her hair was tangled, and she could see a bead of sweat meandering down from her temple. The throbbing in her cunt was unlike anything she felt before and she hoped she could duplicate it without the water next time.

She ran her hand over her belly and for the first time could feel the shape of her transverse colon. On impulse she grabbed the nearby bottle of baby oil and rubbed it over her belly wetly so it shown. In the light now she could make out the outline of it, swelling, full, heavy.

She focussed on the clips again, becoming more excited, juice dribbling out her unlike she had seen it before. She had to piss again and took the clips, brought her cunt lips together and fastened them together seating the pins deeply so that it would hold. The pain as they came off her body made her gasp.

She knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. Her shoulders and back felt stiff from clenching and the trembling had moved down into the backs of her legs. She felt even if she released a little there would be no stopping her. She took the nozzle out her bottom while standing in the tub, and in the briefest instant felt a spurt from her anus as the tip left her. She shook her hips to try and hear the water, but only rewarded herself with insistent tugging on her cunt lips from the pins. She could feel the cold porcelain under her feet starting to bring a strong sense of urgency. So strong in fact that she had to stop midway over the edge of the tub to collect herself before getting the rest of the way out.

The lid of the toilet was up, and just looking at it made the sense of pressure, the desire for release stronger than ever. Not caring where the thought came from she raised the seat and straddled the bowl facing the wrong way. The thought passed through her mind that perhaps this was as decadent as she had been. Only having her period now would make it more intense she squatted, rubbing her cunt still clipped shut, liking how her finger had to worm in to find her clit, the tip of her urethra.

The images raced through her mind, her ass high, watching him push into her and pull out of her ass over and over, the inflatable nozzle, him working it into her..her climax approached like a locomotive, looming, rushing...overpowering her...

The water rocketed out of her ass as Karen came. The combined force of her contractions from climaxing made her hole sting as the water rushed out of her, it felt sooo good to push against something internally as she came, she knew she was not empty yet and continued to masturbate releasing her pee now, not caring, not thinking...now leaning noisily against the tank feeling the pressure in her ass build again, holding and timing it again to coincide with her climax.