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Chapter 8

"Are you ready, pumpkin?" Uncle Jimmy asked the little girl, using a comforting tone of voice. He gentle massaged the super-smooth cheeks of Martha's round ass.

"As ready as I'll ever be. Uncle jimmy," she said. The older man could tell by the tone in the little girl's voice that she was looking forward to having her bowels purged more than she was willing to admit. She shuddered as she thought about how it was going to feel when the water began to rush into her ass.

"Here we go," Uncle Jimmy exclaimed with a smile.

Uncle Jimmy dug the fingertips on his left hand right into the cleavage between the little girl's buttocks.

Martha could feel the tip of Uncle Jimmy's left middle finger touching her asshole gingerly for a moment. This brief and subtle contact alone was enough to make the strawberry blonde teenager shiver so hard she thought for a moment or two that she was going to shiver herself right out of her creamy white skin.

The man curled his left fingers at the knuckles and pressed his blunt fingertips right into the little girl's firm yet supple ass flesh.

He pressed hard enough to pucker the ass flesh.

Then Uncle Jimmy began to pull the little girl's ass cheeks open. He did this slowly, and he didn't stop until the buttocks were separated as far as they could possibly go…

The skin in the crack of her ass stretched taut, With his right hand Uncle Jimmy grabbed the base of the long rubber hose, where the hose and the enema bag's nozzle came together. He pushed the blunt tip of the nozzle right up into the cleavage between her fanny cakes.

The man slid the tip of the nozzle up and down the entire length of her ass crack.

The little girl shivered each and every time the tip of the long, oddly shaped plastic syringe made direct contact with her bung.

The little girl felt her Uncle Jimmy stop moving the nozzle up and down when it was poised right at the pink asterisk of her asshole.

"Relaxed?"

"Uh huh."

"Here we go."

"Okie-dokie."

The man snapped his wrist and drove the syringe deep into the little girl's asshole.

The little girl let out a sharp grunting noise as if the sudden violation of her asshole had somehow knocked all of the wind from her lungs.

The little girl thought it felt very good when the syringe rammed its way up past her tight sphincter into her colon.

Yet the little girl knew that this sensation was next to nothing, indeed, all but insignificant, when compared to the sensations she knew she would receive when the man did the same thing to her super-tight bung hole with his massive, rock-hard cock.

The little girl could feel the blunt tip of the nozzle push up into her soft colon while her asshole squeezed desperately at the skinnier base, just like it was supposed to.

The little girl took a deep breath and clenched her back teeth together. She was pressing the palms of her hands against the tiled wall in front of her as hard as she could, so hard, in fact, that her knuckles had whitened slightly. Her heart pounded.

Uncle Jimmy wasted no time getting things started.

The second he had the syringe inside the little girl's asshole he gave the.hose a little tug to make sure that it was locked in the way it was supposed to be and, since it was, he almost instantly removed the clamp from the hose, allowing the water to flow into the little girl's fanny.

It didn't take the little girl very long at all to figure out that the water was a hell of a lot hotter than she thought it was going to be.

Indeed, there was a frightening moment or two for the strawberry blonde when she thought the insides of her bowels were being scalded by the pumping enema water. She felt hot.

Feverish.

She perspired heavily.

Her face turned red.

Naturally enough, the little girl's first instinct was to shit the water right back out, but she knew that she had to hold back. She had to hold as much of the water as she possibly could before she allowed herself release. Uncle Jimmy explained this to Martha as the water began to flow into her ass. He told her that she should try to take all of the water inside the enema bag, so that, when she released the water at the finale of the act, Uncle Jimmy could be positive that her purging and internal cleansing had been thorough. The little girl felt as if her blood's temperature had suddenly risen about fifteen degrees.

The little girl knew that she was going to have to learn how to relax all of the muscles astride her colon while keeping her asshole intensely tensed at the same time, and she was going to have to learn how to do it fast.

The strawberry blonde could feel her bowels filling. It began to hurt. She began to feel like she had to take what was to be, by far, the wickedest shit of her life.

The little girl began to feel cramps in her lower belly.

She looked downward and she was startled by what she saw.

The little girl could see that her lower belly was beginning to protrude. She could feel horrible cramps ripping through her soft underbelly. The little girl was glad that she was already jack-knifed severely at the waist, because her cramps would have only have forced her into that position anyway. The water flowed into her slowly. Her sense of time was elongated. The enema seemed to her to he lasting a hell of a lot longer than it actually was. She whimpered.

The little girl thought she was going to explode. She could feel her knees getting shaky.

The muscles in the little girl's femininely shapely gams felt as if they were becoming increasingly weak. Indeed, the muscles in the strawberry blonde's comely legs felt as if they had suddenly and magically been transformed into stale ginger ale.

Then, after what seemed to Martha like an eternity, the bag emptied. She had managed to take all of the water inside her ass. It seemed incredible, but she had done it. She had pulled it off, and she was bloody proud of herself. She was shaking very hard. All of her muscles were tensed and the little girl knew that it was going to feel VERY VERY good when Uncle jimmy pulled the plug and allowed her to release the water. She didn't have to wait for very long for that moment. Uncle Jimmy got busy the second the bag was empty.

He stood off to one side, because he knew that the little girl was about to make a dreadful mistake.

"You may release the water now, pumpkin," Uncle Jimmy said, with a note of urgency in his baritone voice.

The little girl figured that these had to be the sweetest words she had ever heard in her entire life.

She wasted no time, needless to say, relaxing her asshole and clamping down as hard as she could on all of the muscles surrounding her colon.

Ffffrrrrraaaaappppppppp!!! The little girl ripped the loudest and wettest fart she had ever heard in her entire life. The fart was thunderous. It was so loud that it echoed off the tiled walls of her Uncle Jimmy's bathroom. Then the water began to gush from her suddenly dilated and violently blustering asshole. The water gushed out of her asshole as if she were doing a perfect imitation of Old Faithful at showtime.

She filled the tub with stained water and the room instantly began to reek with the scent of the little girl's inner bowels. Under ordinary circumstances this would have been considered a most unpleasant scent.

Ahhhhhhh, but there was nothing whatsoever ordinary about these circumstances. These circumstances were extraordinary in every sense of the word. They both rather enjoyed the scent of the little girl's ass. The release of all of that pressure inside her caused Martha near orgasmic pleasure. As the last of the water dribbled from her anus the little girl's legs finally gave out on her. She collapsed into the bottom of the white porcelain basin and rolled around making herself filthy in her own shit water. The man suppressed a laugh as he looked at her degrading and humiliating herself, debasing herself, and enjoying every minute of it.

When it was over and all of the water was out of her, she could tell that her ass was completely clean and relaxed. Her asshole was also homier than it had ever been before.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?" Uncle Jimmy inquired.

"Ummmmmmmmm, it hurt for a while, but now, oh my."

"Tell me about it, Martha," Uncle jimmy said.

"I feel like I need to be fucked in the asshole, Uncle Jimmy."

"I like your attitude," Uncle jimmy said with a laugh. "Let’s get you cleaned up."

The little girl watched through slightly teary eyes, eyes filled with tears of joy, as Uncle Jimmy pushed the plastic shower curtain inside the tab and closed it. He took the rubber enema bag off the chrome overhead pole and replaced it in the sink so he could wash it later.

Then the handsome older man turned on the shower. The little girl cleaned both herself and the tub thoroughly. She stepped out of the bathtub when she was as clean as a whistle. The man sprayed some lilac-scented air-freshener into the air of the bathroom to get rid of the aroma of the little girl's tremendous farting and shitting.

Then the handsome man led the little girl into the bedroom and told her to get on the bed, on her belly.

And she obeyed, because no matter ho much she might be afraid, she knew it was for a good cause.

Well, perhaps this would be as good a place as any to take our leave of these splendid folks, so full of family values and all. For those of you insistent on knowing how it all comes out, rest assured that Uncle Jimmy and Martha did the deed, which then sent Martha back to her father to perform a similar service for him. And they all, as it is said, lived happily ever after.