…absolutely fucking crave it;
(Obviously in a consenting MDLB relationship)
- Mommy text me while I’m at work and ask when the last time I went potty was. When I tell her two days ago, I come home to a towel on the bed and a Fleet enema on the nightstand. She says “go pull your pants down and lay down on your belly baby boy.”
- laying over mommy’s lap while she gives me my T injection in my butt cheek, telling me I’m such a good boy. After the needle is removed and a bandaid covers the wound, I am forcibly given a paci and told to hold still while she takes my rectal temperature. I squirm as my cheeks are spread, but the tenderness from the injection makes me too tender to fight the intrusion.
- I sheepishly tell Mommy I want her to give me a suppository after she gets off work to help me go potty, and she holds it in with her finger until it melts while rubbing my back.
- Mommy talking me through a bag enema, including telling me there is no changing the fact that it will be administered, telling me to pull down my pants, spreading lube on my hole, helping me breathe through cramps, holding my hand while I expel