Dianas Nature Walk

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CHAPTER 1

"One hundred and twelve pounds plus twelve more pounds equals one hundred twenty-four pounds," Diana said to herself. She could feel the moisture starting between her legs again as she thought about the scenario again. She was amazed at the number of gadgets one could get on the internet. The locking box she would have to stand on to get it to open using her weight as the trigger mechanism. The rest of it she was still thinking through.

She had ordered the inflatable enema nozzle almost two weeks ago, but she had been thinking of this nature walk since last fall. She was in her second year of college and was lucky enough not to have enough money that she could rent a small apartment in town. She had discovered her interest in enemas when she had gotten constipated her first year. She also enjoyed hanging with other young women when they went out "clubbing" on Saturday nights.

In fact, it had been one of those night that had started her experience with the bought of constipation. Nachos loaded with cheese sauce and later the deep-fried cheese curds had not worked out well in her system. She didn't have to poop the next morning for some reason, and she hadn't even wondered about it. Two days later she was starting to worry and by the fourth day she wasn't feeling so good.

The next day she had gotten a gentle laxative and took two of the small pills before she went to bed. The next morning, she still couldn't move her bowels and had gotten even more worried. Looking on the internet she found the references to enemas and started reading. It had surprised her that some of the women had even enjoyed the feeling of the enemas to the point they had masturbated to an orgasm.

Her hand had been shaking when she handed her credit card to the cashier at the local drugstore when she had purchased her two-quart bag and small bottle of castile soap. She didn't breathe easy until she was seated back in her Jeep. She had read the directions on the pamphlet that had been in the box with the new douche/enema combo syringe. Assembling everything the way it instructed her she stood back looking at the intimidating bag hanging from her shower curtain rod.

Following the directions on the pamphlet again she filled the bag half full and held it up. Thinking back to what she had read from the women that had enjoyed them, she lowered the bag back under the tub faucet watching the air burp out as the bag filled. The bag felt heavy and intimidating as she held it up now. Tipping the bag, she poured a small amount of water out giving her room to put the Castile soap in. She remembered the comment from the woman that had put the soap in first and the endless stream of soap bubbles that boiled from the top of the bag.

Still remembering what she had read she attached the long douche nozzle to the end of the tube. She remembered the woman commenting on the fact that the rectal nozzle wouldn't stay in. She remembered feeling the moisture forming between her legs while thinking she was going to be taking warm soapy water up her ass. Stripping naked she had kneeled down on a folded towel the way it was described in the pamphlet.

She had forgotten any kind of lubricant and when she tried to push the nozzle into her rectum it didn't seem to want to slide into the tight hole. Thinking quickly, she pushed it into her wet cunt. Twisting the nozzle in her fingers for several seconds she tried again. This time the nozzle slid in a lot easier. She pushed until the nozzle was in her ass as far as she could push it. Taking a deep breath, she had opened the clamp.

She hadn't felt anything at first. But suddenly she felt the desperate need to shit. Reaching desperately for the clamp she snapped it closed the second her fingers found it. She was getting ready to stand and make a desperate dash for the toilet when the pressure suddenly dropped. She had stopped and held the position for almost a full minute feeling the pressure lessening. Cautiously she had opened the clamp again holding onto it this time.

She felt the pressure build again and she closed the clamp once more holding her position. Squeezing tight with her rectum she felt the pressure drop once again. This time she only opened the clamp to a slow flow but still held onto it. This had worked better and now she could feel the dull ache starting to build deeper in her stomach. It had been uncomfortable, but she held the position until she could tell the pressure was no longer increasing. Looking over her shoulder she felt proud of herself seeing the flat bag hanging above her.

The cramps had been something she had not noticed until now. Pulling the nozzle from her ass, she dropped it over the edge of the tub. Slowly she had pushed herself to her feet and now stood slightly stooped over. She could feel the enema working inside her and the need to empty herself was starting to become more desperate. She could hear her own stomach gurgling as she turned to sit on the toilet.

Relaxing her rectum, she could feel her bowels start pushing. The small dribble of water splashed into the water beneath her ass. She could feel herself pushing harder the longer she sat, and she could feel things moving deep inside her intestines, but nothing seemed to be exiting her body. The cramps were getting harsher, and she could feel herself pushing even harder.

There seemed to be no stopping her body now as it tried to clean itself out with the help of the enema. She could feel the hard mass starting to force her rectum open and the cramps seemed to drive her bowels on. She had straightened up now trying to get control of her bodily functions, but the hard mass continued to move down. She was breathing in gasps as her rectum opened wider and she could feel the mass slowly moving down.

"OH FUUUCK!!!" she whimpered as the pain in her rectum increased. She could feel tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. Her bowels continued to push and now she could feel something hanging from her screaming anus. She had to bend over and cradle her stomach as the tears dropped from the tip of her nose. Suddenly the huge mass was moving through her rectum. "OH SHIT!" was all she could say as the enema forced it through.

The loud splash was followed by the wicked stench of something held inside for way too long. She could feel everything that was blocked behind the huge mass moving through her rectum now. The cramps stated subsiding as her body pushed out more of the enema. She couldn't believe how good her stomach felt now that it was empty. She had decided to give herself another enema in the morning just to make sure everything was moving good.

She had slept well that night and when she woke in the morning, she started thinking back through the enema from the day before. Her nipples were hard, and she could feel the wetness starting to form in her cunt. Spreading her legs she started making soft circles on her hard clit. The need to pee overtook everything in a hurry and she had jumped out of bed and scurried to the bathroom. The empty bag still hung from the shower curtain where she had left it the day before.

She had sat looking up at the empty bag remembering the way it had bulged the day before when it was full. She hadn't even bothered to wipe her dripping cunt before she stood and reached for the bag. She had it filled and hanging in just a couple of minutes. She made sure she gave the bottle of Castile soap a good long squeeze before she had connected the tube.

Dropping to her knees like she had done the day before she stuck her ass as high as she could. She lowered her shoulders to the floor and once more pushed the long nozzle in her pussy and rolled it between her fingers. She couldn't believe how excited she was feeling the hard nozzle sliding into her rectum. Opening the clamp to half flow like she had learned to do the day before she could feel the warm water starting to fill her. She held the clamp in her fingers until she felt the warm water flowing deeper into her bowels smoothly

She knew she was addicted to them from that point on. Her fingers made soft circles on her swollen clit as she felt her stomach filling. She noticed how much harsher the cramps seemed this time over the last, but she wanted more. She could feel her orgasm rising deep inside of her. The cramps got more extreme as more water that was forced up her ass. Diana found she loved the pain being caused by the enema. Her orgasm came from nowhere, but she knew she had never experienced any climax like this before.

CHAPTER 2

Diana had tried the inflatable nozzle a couple different times. She found she loved the way the balloon between her ass cheeks held them apart as she walked around her apartment. At 7 firm squeezes of the bulb, she found she found she could not push anything past the balloon inside her ass. But she would give it 8 squeezes to make sure.

When she had found the internal gate valve, she almost pissed herself. This had been one of the challenges she had been thinking about. The one-way check valve would work but she would always know she could pull it out of the nozzle's water tube. Thus, being able to let her enema out. That would not help what she wanted to achieve. The internal gate valve solved that problem. Now she would have to see everything through in order to get relief.

Making sure she had the little arrow showing the direction of flow pointed right she pushed the gate valve into the silicon tube of the nozzle. Using the rectal nozzle from her bag she pushed it deeper into the tube. Now the water could only go in and the gate valve prevented it from coming back out. She would have to remove the nozzle from her ass in order to shit. Her mind was thinking out all the details as she drove to the trail head. She would make her walk next weekend if the weather was good. Today she wanted to walk the trail again but this time in her new hiking skirt that she had found online.

She knew she couldn't walk the trail naked, but the thought was appealing to her. Maybe at another time she would try it that way she thought as she dropped her hand down between her legs and gave her hard clit a couple of quick rubs. She planned to walk in about 5 miles and then start her walk back with a bit of a twist. She had walked this trail many times and knew there was a small stream that ran beside the trail almost to the bottom.

The afternoon was warm, and she was hoping next weekend was going to be similar. Clipping her pedometer on her belt she stared up the trail. She had already made up her mind she wanted to be as close to naked as she could for next weekend but today, she wore panties and a bra under her T-shirt. She was a 1/4 mile up the trail before she started hearing the small stream running off to her right. She could see light paths where people had walked down to the stream.

These slight paths she studied closely looking for certain things. She would need a place where she could get to the stream and be able to reach the water when she squatted down on her heels. She had already resigned herself to the fact that she may have to step down in the water at some of these places. For now, she looked for the paths and followed several of them to the stream. She found four suitable places before she reached the end of the fifth mile. She had marked each of them with a small strip of blue ribbon she had brought so she would know where to find the light paths. She had seen no one on her walk up and no one was around up here.

Finding a secluded log off of the trail and close to the water she raised her hiking skirt and hooked her thumbs inside her panties band and pushed them down over her hips. Being careful not to step on the she worked them off her feet. Keeping her dress raise she lowered her bare ass down onto the log and stepped her feet wide apart. The light spring breeze felt good blowing up between her wet thighs and she could small her own arousal.

Her orgasm had been fast in coming and she couldn't control the intense shudders from her body. Folding her panties she pushed them into her pocket and started her walk back down. It took her just over an hour to get back to her Jeep. Walking around the parking area she found a good hiding place for her backup plan. She was glad she always carried an old towel in her Jeep. She spread the towel out on her seat and kept her dress up as she sat. The week seemed to drag by, but she made it through all her classes. She went out with some of her friends Friday and Saturday night and as usual drank a bit too much.

CHAPTER 3

Sunday morning Diana woke with a bit of a headache. She made herself a small pot of coffee and a light breakfast. Taking a small duffle bag out she began putting things inside. The shrink wrap sheets had been another answer to a small problem. She had made sure her cordless hair dryer was fully charged before she put it into the bag along with a small razor knife. She had found the outboard primer bulb at Walmart in the sporting section. The two feet of hose it had attached to each end made it perfect. And to make it even better there was enough hose to wrap around her waist. She could conceal everything under the shirt she planned on wearing leaving only a slight bump where the bulb laid.

Paying attention to the arrows indicating flow Diana had pushed the butt end of the rectal nozzle from her kit into the hose. It seemed really loose, but a small zip tie solved that problem. Sitting down at her table she thought everything through again while she sipped another cup of coffee. She finally figured out what had been nagging at her.

Taking two sheets of the shrink wrap she laid one on top of the other. Taking her hair dryer out she turned it on medium and ran it back and forth over the top of the sheets. She smiled as she watched the two sheets bond together. Stopping before the sheets actually started shrinking, she found a pair of scissors and cut a hole large enough for the balloons on the nozzle to go through.

Pushing the nozzle through the hole she turned the inflator bulbs so that the release buttons laid flat. Once again, she cut carefully so that the water tube was clear of the shrink wrap. Holding it up by the tip she smiled when the sheets draped over the inflator bulbs. She could feel her cunt starting to get wet again and she dearly wanted to rub her clit, but she denied herself that pleasure. The last thing she did was to put two full quart bottles of water into her pack. She almost forgot the K-Y Jelly and gave a sigh of relief when she put it in the bag. She laid the lock box next to the bag.

She slipped on a pair of thong panties before she stepped into her hiking dress. She slipped a loose-fitting shirt with no bra under it. She was usually rather conservative when she went out in public but today was different. Lastly, she put her bare feet into her sneakers and pulled her hair back in a ponytail. She loved feeling her tit swaying as she walked out to her Jeep.

It took her close to half an hour to make it to the trail head. As she had hoped no other vehicles were in the parking area. She noticed for the first time that the upkeep of the parking area seemed to be lacking. With a bit of sadness, she stepped out of her Jeep. Her dad had insisted she get the hard-shell model if she was going to buy a Jeep worrying about her safety in case of a roll over. Walking around to the other side she opened the door and took out the lock box.

Setting it aside she opened the bag and took out the two water bottles. She quickly walked to the hiding spot she had found last weekend and placed both bottles under the old log. Walking back to her vehicle she pulled out the nozzle. Working carefully, she spread the K-Y Jelly over the large balloon. With what was left on her fingers she reached under her dress and pushed the fabric of the thong aside giving her access to her rectum where she spread the remainder.

After wiping her fingers on the old towel, she gripped the nozzle and searched for her anus. It only took her a couple of minutes before the nozzle was sliding into her tight hole. Wiping her fingers again she gripped the inflator bulb and started squeezing. She could feel the balloon starting to swell on the second pump and continued until she had squeezed it seven full pumps. Slowly she gave the bulb another squeeze. She could tell it was larger but still not uncomfortable. gripping the other bulb, she squeezed several times making the balloon force her ass cheeks apart.

Diana spread her legs wide apart and squatted slightly so everything was hanging from her rectum evenly and the release buttons seem to be the way they should be. The two sheets to shrink wrap seemed to hang evenly so she reached for her hair dryer. Turning it on to medium heat she waited for a few seconds until it was blowing hot air. Pointing the heat between her legs she reached down and squeezed the sides of the two sheets together. She smiled widely when she felt them bond.

Now using a back-and-forth movement, she moved the hair dryer. Looking between her legs she could see the plastic wrapping and shrinking around the inflator bulbs and around the nozzle tube hanging below. There was now no way to get the nozzle out of her ass without cutting the plastic wrap. She gave the wrap a minute to cool down before she reached between her legs and grabbed the inflator bulbs. She pushed the bundle up inside the waistband of her thong and looked at the reflection in the door. Nothing could be seen.

Reaching into the bag one last time she pulled out the primer bulb. Pulling her shirt up over her tits she pushed the rectal tip into the end of the nozzle and coiled the hose around her slim waist. As an afterthought she clipped her pedometer to the waistband of her skirt. She decided to walk around the parking area so she could make one last review of everything. The nozzle felt good as she walked, and she couldn't think of anything she had overlooked. Now just the last step.

Setting the lock box on the hood of her Jeep she pushed the green button. The small screen lit up asking the weight that was wanting to be entered. The screen showed 124 pounds, but Diana pushed the up arrow. Now 125 pounds showed on the small screen. the small word "confirm" flashed now. She pushed the green button again. The word open was flashing now and once again she pushed the green button. The trap door on the end of the box popped open.

Locking the Jeep, she walked around it, making sure all doors were locked. With a deep breath she slid the keys into the tiny vault and closed the door. The word "engage", flashed on the screen. Taking another deep breath Diana pushed the green button again. She could hear the lock engage and knew there was only one way to get back into her vehicle. She could feel the warm secretions starting to form on the inside of her cunt.

She had planned to start at the five-mile point on the trail. At each of the places where she would stop at the stream, she would use the one-way pump to give herself a quart of water up her ass. She would then have to hold the increasing load inside until she back to her vehicle. When she stepped in the lock box, she should weigh 125 pounds. That would allow the box to open so she could retrieve her keys and let herself into her Jeep.

CHAPTER 4

Diana loved the way the large balloon held her ass cheeks apart as she walked. The thought of making this walk totally naked played in her mind as she hiked. The thought of the inflator bulbs hitting the back on her bare thighs as she walked and feeling the weight swinging from her asshole sent a small throb through her soaking wet cunt.