When I was younger I could walk a mile holding an enema, in fact I did once. I had been to an erotic enema clinic in New York, Belle Du Jour, I got one and gave one, and I had the feeling mine had not all come out. I had a very long walk to my hotel, almost to Central Park, about a block after Belle's the urge hit, but I made it, holding probably most of a quart. No way I could do that now. I stay close to the toilet.
Back in the day, when a number of my mother's friends got the idea enemas during polio season helped prevent the disease, Janet's mom became the "go to" because of her enema skills. It was great for Janet and I to be around when our friends and kids we didn't know got enemas. The commode in Janet's house was in a room by itself, a lot like many homes here in Australia, mine included.
It was great fun watching other kids full of enema trying to make it to the toilet, most did, the smaller ones were helped there, but older ones usually walked on their own, or ran! The best, one older girl, older than us, so maybe between 8 and 10 didn't make it. she didn't just have a little squirt and run to the toilet, she just stopped, froze, and stood there while most of it came out. Chunks and all! Janet and I loved seeing it, and because of this, and Janet and I watching each other expel is, no doubt, why I love to watch on camera expulsion to this day. No scat play, just watch it come out.
Now before Switchable pipes up and reminds us that enemas don't prevent disease, we know that, but back in the day moms desperate to protect their children from polio would grasp at straws and try anything to keep their kids from getting it. I wondered if Janet's mom started the rumor, she loved to give enemas.