Story time:
>I’ve always been into enemas myself. I remember one time as a child I had a rather serious stomach ache. Mom then took me to the hospital to check me out. This was in the early 90’s. Mom explained my situation and a male nurse eventually came by to pick me up.
>I followed him into a private examination room. Once there he asked me to lay down on my stomach on the bed. I did and he loosened my pants. He then got some gloves and lube. Pulling down my underwear he placed a hand on my butt checks. Holding me down as he slid one of his fingers up my butthole. I’m guessing his pinky finger? Not sure. He then felt around in me for a good while before concluding I was constipated.
>He then left the room for a sec before returning back with a disposable enema. It was one of them plastic enema bag things with a nozzle attached to it. Looking back at it now I realize how ridiculously oversized it was. Not the nozzle per say, but the enema bag attached to it. Without a doubt it was for adults not kids.
>Anyways the nurse lubed the nozzle up and slid it in me. He then squeezed the enema bag flat in one go. Couldn’t have taken more than 10 secs for him to fill me up. I’m guessing because of my already cramping/overfilled stomach I didn’t really notice it all rush in me.
>Here’s the crazy thing tho. The nurse then actually proceeded to pull my pants up. Which confused me because I was ready to go then and there. Which I told him several times but he simply patted my bottom and motioned me out into the hallway. We then walked over to the reception area where my mother waited for me.
>Now I’m dead sure this nurse was screwing with me because he took his sweet ass time talking things over with my mom. And by the seconds I was growing more and more desperate. And I tried to tell mom this but she simply said not to interrupt her as “grownups were talking” bs. Mom also had to fill out some forms etc. So I was forced to wait there.
>To this day I really have no idea how long I held that adult enema in me. Probably between 5-8 mins… hard to say exactly. Eventually they stopped talking and I thankfully found a toilet on the way out.
>I remember mother asking me why I needed to go so soon “again”. And If I perhaps needed to go a “third” time. I tried to tell her that I hadn’t gone potty at all and I was waiting for her. She just looked confused and we just left for home.
>Because of that fucking nurse I now have an enema fetish that I can’t shake off. Also I’m pretty sure he was feeling me up. However the thing that pisses me off about it, is the fact that I remember enjoying parts of it…