I closed my eyes and released the pressure I was holding on my bladder. For the third or fourth time a muffled hissing sound suddenly is heard, growing louder and louder as my already flooded diaper began to take on more weight and sag further from the weight of the stinky, yellow piss. My dog collar jingles loudly as I shift forward, resting on all fours. I can already feel the enema doing it’s job; quickly and strongly as I grit my teeth due to the bombs going off in my roaring tummy.

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