It was a dark and stormy night....
No, seriously, it was.
The cool air that was approaching and has now passed through was generating thunderstorms in the area. It's going to be a great pub run tonight but we had to go through some pretty active weather to get a few days break.
I had been trying to catch up on Zity from my vacation from the end of June through last week. Lots of posts and replies to read and a number of unanswered massages to respond to, I sat with a DBC nozzle inserted and the inner balloon inflated just to feel the fullness in my rectum in anticipation of later. I kept the outer balloon deflated so that I could sit comfortably without worrying about popping the balloon (something I have had happen before). And, of course, nearly all the reading and replies were about enemas.
There are some imaginative and fascinating people in this group. For example, I know I have mostly associated diapering with a completely different fetish that others are into. I know I have read a few posts where it's more a practical matter of dealing with any residual leakage issues after a series of enemas. But I hadn't considered the possibilty of wearing a diaper after a good series of enemas and being reasonably cleaned out, to not have to ride the toilet, but instead allow the flow of mostly water to take place naturally. I can understand that if you were sharing enemas with someone and you wanted to cuddle with them while still filled; the need to expel would break that or would otherwise be pretty wet and messy. I'm not sure a diaper could hold a gallon or more of a large enema, but the concept was one I hadn't considered.
Such erotica. All while the rain was coming down and skies lit up and rumbled.
After sending out my last reply, it was time for me to hook up the hose and partake in the topic matter of the evening. The first line of storms had passed and although it was cooler, it was still humid. The sky was dark and my neighbors were away so my backyard is darker than normal. I sprayed on some bug repellent to keep the mosquitos at bay and filled up my 4-liter black bag. I slipped out the back door and down the steps into my yard. A shepherd's hook is planted near my hammock where I hung the bag. I slipped out of my shorts, rolled into my hammock and got myself into a comfortable position. I forced as much air out of the hose as I could, connecting it to the nozzle, and then inflating the outer balloon. I could feel it draw the inner balloon tight against my inner sphincter muscles and the pelvic floor. I was ready to go. I had checked the radar before going out and although there were more storms coming they were still miles away. The sky to the south would occasionally light up with the flash of distant lightning and the low rumble of distant thunder. The woods were alive with all manner of chirping creatures.
As the first surge of liquid hit my upper rectum, I felt the coolness and expected to then feel the warmth spread across my pubic region as the warmer baking soda enema solution made its way through the hose and into my ass. But it never got as warm as I expected. The cooler solution is easier to hold but I was expecting a greater temperature increase.
The bag isn't elevated all that high above me in the hammock and so naturally presents a slower flow. Because I use a check valve in the nozzle the flow is only in one direction and I can disconnect from the hose and bag very quickly.
I could feel the liquid flowing up into my descending colon and across my transverse colon. It was very relaxing, the damp hammock cord on my back, the water dripping from the leaves when the wind blew, the sounds around me, that I thought I might drift off to sleep.
As the bag slowly emptied and my abdomen got more full, I became aware that the lightning was getting closer as was the thunder. There was internal rush to expel. Although I didn't take my phone with me, I was in range of it and it sent me the first lightning message indicating that a strike had occurred 8.7 miles away. It was time to pack up. There was about half a liter left in the bag when I disconnected the hose. I emptied the bag out for easy carrying. And I laid there a little longer. The storm was getting closer and the sky flashed brighter. Another message: 2.7 miles away. Okay, time to go in and I deflated the outer balloon and rolled out of the hammock. I slipped my shorts on with the nozzle hanging out the leg and walked back into my house.
As I came back upstairs, I could hear the first light rain on the roof. I removed my shorts and I crept into bed in the dark still holding the enema. I watched the lightning show through the window and listened to the rain on the roof and the occasional rumbling of thunder. The most intense part passed southeast.
Anyway, after reading such erotic writings and holding a full enema it was time to cum and then drift off to sleep after releasing the contents in my bowels. The alarm came too early.