Dustin knew enemas were good for you. But, as he watched it being prepared he got scared. He could see the steam from the hot water, and the head of suds. The smell of the Ivory soap was strong. The bag was so full. Would he be able to hold it all? He got the enema butterflies in his stomach. Soon he would get undressed, and naked, get down on his knees and elbows. He would feel that huge lubed nozzle penetrate him, and then hear that distinctive CLICK. He would feel the hot soapy water fill him. Maybe even a cramp or two before the bag emptied and he would be allowed to expel. And that, too, would be intense as EVERYTHING came out. It was time to undress. It was enema time, time for Dustin to be a really big boy.
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