I could hear the conversation playing out in my head.-----"So let's say this is all true. Where does this milk come from? Don't tell me I have to suck...on your nipples." I almost laughed at the idea. My dad loved walking around without his shirt and to think those little nipples of his could produce anything substantial was kind of funny."No silly. It's from here." He pointed to his crotch."Your dick?" Yup." I am not sucking your dick!" I blurted, blushing at the thought."You don't have to. In. I rinse them off and check to make sure I have not missed a spot, ankle to thigh. I scrub them with a sugar scrub until the skin is pink, soft, smooth. I smell like almonds, intoxicating like Amaretto. My pubic hairs have grown in soft from their shaving a few days ago and I choose to leave them short and soft and not risk the razor burn. I drain the cooled water from the tub as I fill the enema bag with slightly warm water. I lube up the insert and slip it in letting warm water flow into my. Her breasts grew larger and her tummy acquired a beautiful roundish fullness; her hips flared a bit more. But the most significant change was best evident from a rearview. Carla's shapely, curvy and round butt became even more pronounced and round.I called her "Bubbles" from time to time (as in "Bubble-Butt") and Carla loved the new nickname and turned and gave her ass a saucy shake when I called her "Bubbles." I liked these rewards, even if she hadn't given them to me, I would have gotten to. And wait. Wait for you to finish..." he stuttered trying to avoid looking at me."Oh no, Matthew!" I cried grabbing his arm and holding him in the tub. I looked up at him with a pout. "I'll just feel so guilty if you go! There's plenty of room in here for two people. Here, you start washing." I grabbed a washcloth and the soap and pushed them into his hands. He hesitated, looking at me as if he was afraid of what I would do, and then started soaping up the washcloth and rubbing it over his.