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Bonnie's Kid
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Date Posted: Saturday, July 27, 2024, 10:50: pm
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Bonnie's Kid
's message, "Re: I was a holder" on Saturday, July 27, 2024, 06:11: pm
I have posted extensively at Zity Biz, Enemas4TheMind, and other sites in the past. I also use sse4fun for those discussions that may go beyond the healthy aspects of enemas, inasmuch as there is the paraphilic and fetishistic aspect also.
I have vivid recollections going back to age 3. We were always in an apartment or duplex next to mom's parents. We moved often so I can confirm ages due to the various venues, circumstances, and my older sister's information. One thing of significance, is that our pediatrician's office was always nearby...hence the frequent house calls.
I had stayed home from school complaining of a tummy ache. Mom was at work and grandma would check up on me periodically from next door. I knew I would get an enema later because that was the deal for skipping school. I took the enema bag from it's perch in the shower and filled it.
I hung it on a towel bar across from the toilet and inserted the black douche nozzle as I backed up to it while standing. I had taken a bit more than a pint when the floor and apt. began to shake. The bag fell to the floor and water went everywhere. I felt something strange as the enema began getting sucked out of my bum. It made a horrible mess.
I scrambled to use towels to clean up and had put the soiled ones in the tub along with the enema bag. Grandma came in and found me with no pants on and trying to mop up the mess. She asked if I was OK due to the earthquake that just hit. I told her that I overflowed the toilet and other things had tumbled in the sink and to the floor.
She looked in the tub and saw the messy towels and putrid water. The enema bag was under much of it. I believed she was good with my story as she helped finish the cleanup and told me to put the towels in the washer. She hung the enema bag up in it's usual place in the shower.
Later that evening after dinner, I got the perfunctory enema in the tub with my sister and grandma as spectators. Later on, my sister teased me about my enema and made jokes about my earthshaking experience earlier. She didn't seem to buy my story inasmuch as we both often snuck the enema bag into the tub during our baths. The enema/douche bulb also made a good squirt gun although those side holes usually deflected the water in different directions.
I learned about fluid dynamics that day, and became far more adept at secretly taking an enema. I still disliked getting them from mom or grandma, but by age 9, I experienced those earthshattering involuntary reactions and outcomes.
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