The three of us boys all got enemas from mom as young kids, for fever or constipation, no other reason. We all cried when told we needed an enema, mom used a 4 oz bulb, she sat on the toilet with us lying face up on her lap, legs up. One time I was crying as usual, until she squeezed the first bulb into me. The crying stopped... I said 'It doesn't HURT... it feels kinda GOOD!" Mom always gave us two bulbs, after asking if we could take another. I said YES to the second, and "I can take another..." when that was in. After that I was volunteering to take any enema my brothers resisted, and would sneak suppositories until the bottle went down to one... I did not DARE to use the last! My brothers & I would sneak into Mom's closet and play with the enema bag that was not used for kids. I recall sticking the smaller nozzles into me, as my brother watched (no lube made it kinda uncomfy) and wondering how ANYONE could get the bulbous tipped douche nozzle in???? I found myself thinking about enemas almost all the time... and had very few opportunities to get Mom to oblige my desires. I would sometimes take the bulb out of it's box in the bathroom cabinet, grease it and stick it in. It felt OK, but nothing close to Mom's enemas. I wonder if it is the WATER that feels so good? One day around 6 years old while I was sticking it IN...and WISHING it felt like a REAL enema... I heard Mom busy in the kitchen. I put the bulb back in it's place, ran hot water into the sink like Mom had showed us, rubbed the soap arond in the water like she did until it became soft white, then got the bulb out and filled it like Mom had showed us, squeezing the air out and refilling. Then IN again, and SQUEEZE! This feels GOOD like a REAL enema from Mom! Oh... NOW what? Mom never showed us what happened after she squeezed. Pull right out, or let the bulb expand first? I chose to let it expand, as it kept the bulb feeling good in me longer, then went to fill for the second bulb. RIGHT THEN I realized my error... the water squirted out as soon as I squeezed to fill it! QUICK, back IN and SQUEEZE... then PULL OUT! YESSS, like Mom's! Refill, empty air, and IN. Second was GOOD too... Repeat once more, then empty the bulb, dry it, and back into the box before sitting on the toilet. I DID need to go, I had a REAL ENEMA in me! :-) At my next opportunity I asked Mom if I could have an enema every day... "Oh, no! Not every day!" I did not ask further, deciding I could have one every OTHER day. :-) Life was GOOD now! No more watching for my opportunity and ASKING, or waiting seemingly FOREVER for those GOOD ENEMA FEELINGS! I do recall this all happened before I started second grade, as I recall having to get regular shots from the family Dr the summer after first grade physical exams, and I was concerned that I not take enemas the day of Dr's visit as he might be able to TELL I had one. :-)
The family bag still resided in the closet, and by the time I could READ, I spent time in there reading the directions on it's use, and feeling the SMOOTH nozzles. About the summer after 3rd grade I found time when Mom was at work & brothers were both out playing in the yard to try to USE the bag. I filled it right from the faucet, not knowing how to get SOAPY water into it, attached the hose and smallest infant enema nozzle, laid the bag on the toilet lid and laid on the floor, sticking it in and clicking the clamp. I could feel the water, but nowhere near as good as the bulb. I stopped, changed to the
adult enema nozzle, and put it in. It was bigger and LONGER... and I let it fill me until I felt fuller than ever before. I decided to STOP.. and went to the toilet, then put the stuff away. I did not feel quite like I did after the bulbs, butt decided to walk to grandma's house 1/4 mile away. Not long after I arrived, I had ANOTHER rather urgent bathroom call, and it was noisy enough that grandma reported back to Mom that I had the runs. I was in no hurry to use the bag again after that. :-)
I was interested in getting my 2 year younger brother involved in my enemas. One day I took the bulb out and asked if he would like me to give him an enema... "NO!" I asked if he would give ME one... "No". I then stuck the bulb in me and asked if he would pull it out... He shook his head no. I pulled it out and put it away. No more sharing enema fun with HIM! However, there was still that BIG nozzle in the bag set that was so INVITING although still seeming IMPOSSIBLE. I have no idea what age I was, butt before 7th grade, at times I would take that nozzle out and place it on my anus... SOOOO impossible! However, my logical reasoning had improved enough that I realized that nozzle was not bigger than my turds, and THEY fit. One day I greased that nozzle and laid legs up on Mom's bed, and pushed like I was getting a BIG turd out while pressing the nozzle IN. It resisted for QUITE a while, then suddenly was sucked IN! W O W, felt GOOD! I pulled it out, it was tight, then reinserted. It was much easier this time! I put the nozzle away, to await a chance to really USE it for an enema. When the chance came I needed to use the BAG. It was at this time I learned to fill it with a drinking glass from soapy water in the sink. THIS ENEMA was VERY GOOD! VERY GOOD! :-)
We moved the summer before 7th grade. The new place had the bathroom on the first floor, bedrooms on second. Sometime after we moved I felt the desire to take a bulb enema in bed. I told my brother I wanted to take an enema, asked if he would tell. He said no, I got a bowl of soapy water and the bulb and carried it past him to my bed, did the dirty deed, and came back past him to the bathroom. He did not tell, and I repeated that several times that summer. We were living close to my other grandma now, and Mom's large family would gather there often. One time Mom told the whole table that I LIKED enemas. I pretended not to hear.... however, I got no offers to HELP from Aunts or cousins either. LOL I'm pretty sure this was before my first ejaculation lying face down in the bathtub reaching down under my tummy and between my legs to put the bulb in, then squeezing the bulb with my thighs to get that INCREDIBLY good feeling from the warm soapy water entering. I know I did this a number of times because it felt sooooo good, then one time as I clinched & relaxed my thighs to squeeze my fun into me, I suddenly felt UNCONTROLLABLE spasms down there... I thought I was DIEING. I think I was about 16, a LATE bloomer fer sure... butt I recalled questions from guys in school about why I was NOT jerking off ... and suddenly realized what had just happened. I LIKED that a LOT... and it was not long before it repeated... and repeated.. and repeated. I did not CARE if I went blind! :-)
As far as I know, I'm the only one in my family with an enema fetish, although I heard from a cousin who ridiculed an aunt he said had joined a naturist group that featured colon cleansing or enemas in her last years before she passed... ??? :-) I've tried to discretely verify this... not successful yet! :-)