The first enema I remember was over my mother's lap, from a children's bulb, so probably 4 ounces of soapy water. As I got older, she would refill the bulb and give me more soapy water; she also introduced me to the 8 oz. adult bulb. I think I was about 8 years old when I first got the bag, half full. We had moved in with my mother's mother, and Grandma was very insistent that my older sister and I keep clean colons. She started Sis with the 2 qt bag, and me with it half full. In about a year, I was getting the full 2 qts. We got a 2 qt soapy and a plain rinse every Wednesday after dinner. Saturday mornings we got soapy enemas til clear, then a rinse. We always got our enemas together in Grandma's big bathroom, alternating with each other, filling and holding while the other released. As Sis went throught puberty, Grandma slowly increased the volumes she received, until by 16, she was getting a full 4 qts. I enjoyed watching her as she developed, marvelling at how her tummy swelled with a full gallon of water inside. I also noticed that she got wet in her crotch sometimes. I had always developed a stiffie as Grandma filled me, and Sis would make fun of it. When she was 16, and I, 14, one day while Mom & Grandma were gone for the day, we were watching TV, when Sis left the room for several minutes, and came back with Grandma's red gallon bag, filled with Ivory soapsuds.She blushed, giggled, and said, "Let's do each other! You give me this one, and I'll give you one." We undressed an d gave to each other right there on the couch, then held our water until we had to run to the bathroom. Grandma had a huge clawfoot tub in the center of the room, with an oval shaped pipe rail suspended from the ceiling for the shower curtain. This is where we got our enemas, kneeling on footstools with our chestes over the railing and hands on the tub floor. That day, Sis sat on the rail with her ass over the tub, and patted the rail beside her. I joined her and she said, "Let's see who can wait longest! Loser buys ice cream." I lost, losing my load into the tub in about five minutes. Sis immediately added hers to the runny brown mess in the tub. We wiped, and giggled about the awful smell, then cleaned the tub. This was the first of many happily shared enemas. When we visit, we still waste no time getting naked and breaking out the bag. NO! We don't do THAT!