As kids, we usually got 1 tbsp of castor oil at bedtime Friday night to prep us for our regular Saturday morning enemas. Mom diapered us as a just in case, and not infrequently we messed our diapers overnight. I remember dreaming that I had a tummy ache, and getting on the toilet and shitting…I was, LOL! Sometimes, my sister and I were given two tbsps during the day, usually right after breakfast. The time between getting the dose and shitting our brains out depended on what we were doing. If we just read or watched TV, it usually took up to 4 hours; if we were active, it usually took an hour to an hour and a half. One day one of Lisa's gf's came over, and we were playing actively in the yard; it hit us in 45 minutes, and we both had to run to the bathroom. Her friend, Susan asked what happened, and Lisa very matter of factly said, “Mom gave us castor oil just before you got here, and it made us need to poo.” Susan asked, “That fast, WOW! Did it hurt, can I try it?” Lisa said, “Sure, if you want to! Has your mom ever given you a laxative?" Susan said her mom gave her ExLax sometimes. Lisa (mischievously) responded, “Well, we always enjoy our castor oil. Mom mixes it with chocolate milk, and we drink it right down. It's a lot of fun, and really makes us feel clean inside!” Susan. “When can I get some?” We knew Mom was at the grocery store; she left as soon as she dosed us, so the coast was clear. We all went inside and Lisa blended 4 tbsps of castor oil into a glass of chocolate milk. We could hardly keep from giggling as we watched Susan drink her cocktail. When she finished, Lisa told her that it would be better if she wore a diaper, and took her into her room to diaper her. They emerged about ten minutes later, and from the bulge in Susan's shorts, I could tell she was wearing a diaper. We all went back out to the swing set and started pushing each other in the swing. In maybe 15 minutes, Susan said, “My tummy feels funny!” I told her that meant the castor oil was working. We kept playing, and after another 15-30 minutes, Susan said, "I have to use the bathroom!" Lisa told her to just relax, that she had a diaper, so everything was OK. Soon after that, Susan sort of doubled over, and said loudly, "I have a tummy ache!" She farted loudly, and Lisa said, “Maybe you should take off your shorts.” To my surprise, Susan immediately dropped them. I think she realized she wasn't going to make it to the bathroom in time. Her timing was superb! There was the sound of a liquid BM and huge fart, followed immediately by another liquid BM. Susan remained standing as she let several farts and liquid BM's, and then dark brown “milkshake” began to leak around the diaper leg holes and to run down Susan's legs. She was terrible embarrassed, especially since I was witnessing her distress. The attack subsided, and Lisa said, “Let's clean you up!” I was asked to go inside, and peeped through the curtains at the kitchen window as Lisa removed Susan's diaper and hosed her off. Then, she held the garden hose up to her anus, and gave her a quick squirt of water up her ass. She spewed that out, and Lisa came in and got a kitchen towel to dry her off. She put on her panties and shorts, and came inside. We watched Howdy Doody, and Susan visited the bathroom two or three times as we watched.
Finally, Susan felt like she could go home. Before she left, Lisa asked her what she thought. Again, her reply surprised me! “It was painful, but really left me feeling empty and clean inside! Mom is always saying it's good to clean out my sewer pipe regularly. She gives me ExLax, but it doesn't make me feel empty and clean like that did. Maybe we can do it again in a few days?” Lisa said we could all meet the next week and drink castor oil together. Then, she asked her if her mom ever gave her enemas. Susan replied, "I don't know, what's an enema?" Lisa explained enemas to her and she said, “WOW! I guess that would REALLY make you clean inside!” Susan's reply embarrassed me, but also caused a bit of stiffness in my jeans: “Our Mom has book club tomorrow night. Why don't you tell your mom you need to study with me? When you get here, I'll prepare a soapy enema, and you can help me give it to Kris. If you still want to try it, We'll fix one and give to to you.” (That was the first of many enemas we shared with Susan.)