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Views: 4815 Created: 2007.07.07 Updated: 2007.07.07

My College Reunion

My College Reunion

My 30th college reunion is fast approaching. I have always been irregular, not moving anything for four or five days in a row and then going two or three times a day for several days. And lately, I’ve been passing gas, the very unpleasant variety. I don’t mind if I’m in the not moving stage for the weekend, but don’t want to be in the emptying constantly phase or worse, a non-aromatic period. I’ve been browsing the Internet for some possible remedies. I had always enjoyed the enemas I had taken and sometimes, I was quite comfortable and pleasant to be around for several days after a good session. But although I had read about four quart enemas, I had never taken more than a full three before. After extensive research, I realized that four was quite possible and less rare than I thought and it was safe to try even more. I am writing this on the eve of day one of my planned enema sessions. This is to be a diary of the events. It is Tuesday. My reunion starts Friday and I plan to be squeaky clean by Thursday.

A couple of hours ago, I inserted two glycerin suppositories deep in my bowel. I used an old applicator that was, many years ago, used to inject contraceptive foam in my vagina. It’s a plastic syringe about four ½ inches long with a 3/8" opening on the top that will accept the flat end of a standard glycerin suppository. It gradually flares out to a maximum diameter of 3/4" about 3 ½ inches down the shaft, and then quickly narrows to a 1/4 inch stem. I greased up the length of the shaft and put a little Vaseline on it and in me, then stuck a suppository in the opening. I got on my shoulders and knees and easily found my anus. It slipped right in with a bit of a push to get the widest part into me.

Once it was in as deep as I could get it, I pushed the plunger, and squeezed the suppository in as high I could. Then I pulled the syringe out. It felt nice as the wide part opened me. I did it again with another suppository, but this time, left the applicator in. I closed around the narrow stem and it stayed firmly in place. I had to put my panties back on, because the plunger would slip out and that was annoying. But the flat flange at the end of the plunger kept it from disappearing and I was able to sit with it nestled inside of me. Every time I moved I could feel it and that was really cool.

I got onto the Internet and read some enema stories. They were even more stimulating than usual with the 4 ½ inch plastic syringe buried inside of me. They began to take effect in about twenty minutes, but I held them and the applicator syringe inside of me for almost 45 minutes, first, to be sure it worked, and second, because the slight urgency coupled with the enemas stories was too neat a feeling to cut short. Not much came out, but since I did go this morning, that didn’t disappoint too much.

I am about to mix up a very soapy, hot as I can stand it, two quart enema. I’m going to use the new pink, 5/8" wide, six inch long nozzle I just bought. I just went to the supermarket to buy a candy thermometer, but they didn’t have any. I want to take it about 110 degrees. I love the feeling of the hot water going into me. I’ll use the tongue test, hot to the tongue but not burning. I have a knob on my door that’s 4 feet off the ground and the bag is about a foot long, so when I lie on the floor, the bottom of the bag will be almost three feet above me. The pressure and the hot water should be a blast, literally and figuratively. I’m going to try to work it in as high as possible, and hold it for ten minutes. I wish I had a butt plug. But while I’m holding it, I’ll be back at the computer, telling you all what it was like. I hope it’s still hot and I can feel the thick soap doing its work.

I got everything ready before filling the two quart bag. I put my exercise mat on the floor and covered it with a couple of towels. Then I put a firm pillow, covered with a sheet of plastic and a folded towel on the mat so my hips would be slightly raised. The plastic would protect the pillow from leakage from the nozzle, which there always is, when I remove it. Everything had to be ready so the water wouldn’t cool too much. It took a little finagling, but I finally got the water just a tad hotter than I wanted it inside of me. I usually use two quick squirts of Neutrogena liquid, but his time I used three long squirts, so it was good and soapy and I stirred it with a long spoon and a layer of froth quickly formed. This would clean me out, at least on the bottom half.

I bled out the air and immediately hung it on the doorknob, greased the nozzle and me and assumed the position. I slid the thick nozzle home. It felt so nice spreading me open and I released the clamp. I wish I had a laptop so I could have been able to write this as the wonderful, hot, soapy water was filling me, but the memory is still fresh and the water is still inside of me. The first gush of hot water is always such a shock, a wonderful shock. There is nothing quite like that first jet of hot water entering my rectum. Other than great sex, it’s one of the most amazing feelings in the world. And when the water is hot enough, the feeling lasts as the hot water keeps pouring in. I have to learn to use a colon tube, so I can feel that hot water enter me deeper inside. It cools to body temperature too quickly, and then I just feel the fullness creeping inwards. I love that, but I wish I could feel the hot water hitting my colon deep inside as well.

Oh well, thankfully I made it quite hot and it flowed in from a considerable height, so I think I maximized the pleasure. All I can say is that I was loving it so much and caressing my belly as I worked it up that I never had to close the clamp. Before I knew I it, the flow had stopped and the bag was flat. I could have taken more. I will next time, but I wanted to get over here and tell you how wonderful I feel.

Comfortably full, no significant cramps, but sitting here, there definitely is an urgency that I am fighting with each keystroke. I wish I had a butt plug. But the timer is set for ten minutes and I will hold it. I still have about two minutes to go. I’m glad I learned to type when I was young. It’s been so cool telling you all about this while I’m holding the soapy water in. It’s not just a story, it’s real life as I’m living it. At this moment, with two quarts of enema still in my gut, sharing it with you all. I wish you could feel as great as I’m feeling, even with the enema pressing down in my rectum, begging to be expelled. Oops, the timer just went off. I guess it’s time to let it go. At least I get to have a rinse, three quarts for sure, and I’ll try for four.

Feeling pretty good, but have a decision to make. It was really easy to take that two-quarter, even as thickly soapy as it was. Should I take the rinse now or do another really soapy, really hot three-quarter. Enemas make me tired, but I have time tonight, and I love sharing this experience with you all. It makes me want to take them all night. I wish one of you was here to give them to me and maybe you could use the colon tube I bought on e-bay but am afraid to put into myself. I bought a nice big one, a FR 38 and really want it in me. But the other times I’ve had a colon tube in me, they were inserted by someone else, but that’s another story. I’m ready for the big one. I think I’ll use the clear barium bag, also purchased on e-bay and fill it to the top with the same extra thick, hot soapy water I used for the last one.

Since Neutrogena is non-alkaline, I can take it really thick and not cramp much. Let me go get it and rinse it out. The water in the last one was deliciously hot. I hope I can do the same with this one and since it seals after filling, it should maintain its temperature a little longer, And it’s got that quasi-inflatable nozzle squeeze thing so if I sit on my haunches, I can keep the three quarts in while I write to you all, still filled with it. I’m getting excited thinking about it. It’s got a very wide hose and opening, so the enema should really go in quickly. It should feel fantastic. Be back when I’m full of water, three quarts of extra soapy, hot water that jetted into me and I’ll hold it for ten minutes, I promise. I’ll try to remember all the sensations. I’m getting moist and excited just thinking about it, so let me get started.

Wow! That was amazing and still is. I filled the clear three quart bag with hot water, the same as before and added three long squirts of the Neutrogena liquid. I capped it and shook it hard. It really got frothy, almost scary looking, but exciting. Maybe I would have some cramps, which I actually wanted. The last one was almost too easy. I wanted to feel it working deep inside. I quickly hung it on the knob and coated the very thick bulb (remember it’s a barium outfit) with KY because I read that Vaseline will degrade that kind of squeeze bulb. I coated me inside and out and got up on my knees and shoulders because I knew I would have be as open as possible to get that very thick nozzle into me. It wasn’t easy. But when I pushed out against the nozzle I finally got it in. It is so wide. It felt amazing! I didn’t inflate the retention bulb just yet. I was enjoying the fullness of that incredibly thick nozzle. I stayed in that position and released the clamp. The hose is very wide in diameter as is the opening of the hole in the nozzle so a thick barium solution can flow through. Although I had a very thick soapy solution in the bag, it is still relatively thin and it rushed into me. And I mean rushed and it was hot. I thought it might be too hot but at that point I said to myself, "screw it," it feels so incredible I don’t even care if it burns me a little.

I screamed as the hot water came in and the level in the bag plummeted. I had to start panting to be able to stand the amazing pressure. I knew I should slow it down, but I couldn’t bear to stop the feeling, the force of it, the hotness of the water, watching the bag empty its contents into me so quickly was a dream come true. But when it was about two thirds empty, barely a minute after the flow started, I had to clamp it part way and slow it down. I was afraid I would pass out on the floor from the overwhelming feelings. I rolled over onto my back and began to massage it in so there would be room to take in every last delicious drop. I gave the inflator a bulb a couple of quick pumps so I didn’t have to hold the hose in place and could massage my self as the water flowed in and then opened the clamp. Again I was treated to the startling gush of still hot water. I wanted to take it all at once, if I could, but at the same time, didn’t want it to ever end.

I decided to take advantage of the stimulating effect of rushing water and began to stroke my clit. I barely brushed the right spot when I exploded into an orgasm of such intensity that I began to get dizzy. With my free hand I reached for the tube to squeeze it and slow the flow. God, the tube was hot, but I didn’t care. I loved it that hot and I guess the heat was relaxing my colon because it was accepting the very soapy water at maximum pressure with no real cramping. There was less than a half quart of bright yellow soapy water left in the bag and I was getting sad. I didn’t want it to ever end. I rubbed my clit again and quickly had another intense orgasm, not as shocking as the first, but this built a bit and lasted much longer.

As it abated I rubbed again and brought myself close and then took my hand off the hose and the new jet of water sent me over the top again and then the bag drained dry. I lay there for a few moments and massaged the water in. I had to have more. Since the bulb was still inflated, I got up and took the clamped bag with me to the kitchen and filled it about halfway with the same hot water and added a good long squirt of soap. I shook it hard so it got all frothy again. I just hung it from the chain of the chandelier that sits above this computer, that’s over four feet above the chair seat. I’m sitting on my haunches so there’s room for the nozzle underneath me. I’m going to release the clamp right now.

Oh my God. It’s going in even faster than before. UUUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHH!!!! JEEEEEZ. It’s hot. So fast. Wait. I have to clamp it. Let me rub. That’s better. Oh boy, the cramps are starting and the pressure against the inflated nozzle is......oooooh, wow, that’s tough. But half of what I put in is gone. I have almost four quarts inside of me, all hot, all soapy. Do I dare try for more, sitting up? I don’t know. Ooooh, I’m touching myself. Yes, that’s better, easier to hold it in and mmmm, I’m climbing. Oohhhh yea, getting closer, but the enema wants out. Oh, I want another orgasm. Yes, it’s getting there.

Almost. I’m going to release the clamp.

NOW. AAAAAAAAAAAAggggggggggggghhhhhhhh. I’m over and throbbing with pleasure but I have to stop it. Too much pressure. Oh my God, I’ve never had this much inside of me. The bag is almost empty. Almost four and half quarts. All hot, all soapy, all in me. Four orgasms. I’m sweating like a pig. It’s beginning to really hurt. I wanted to hold it for another five minutes, but I don’t think I can, at least not sitting upon my knees like this. Thank goodness for the inflator bulb, but the water is starting to push really hard against that, too. Sorry guys, gotta let it out. NOW!

Wow! As soon as I deflated the bulb, the enema pushed the nozzle right out. Fortunately, it’s permanently attached to the hose so I didn’t lose it. What an amazing evacuation. It was so powerful. I didn’t think I would ever empty, but after about a half hour and a couple of return trips, it’s gone. I’m still dripping with perspiration, but that was incredible. I wish I could do it again, but I have to let my body rest. I’ll take a four quart rinse in a little while, but I don’t have the strength right now. Let me rest and revel in the feelings of the hottest and fastest enema I have ever taken. I think I’m going to have to take the rinse a little cooler. Don’t think my intestines can handle the onslaught of that much heat again. Too bad, but have to live to do this all again tomorrow. Yes! Thank goodness for that.

AFTER A REST PERIOD

I was lying on my bed feeling just wonderful, powerful, that I was able to take that much and hold it as long as I did. As I was figuratively patting myself on the back, I was literally patting and playing with my clit and had two more long, lovely orgasms. And I drifted off to sleep. When I opened my eyes over an hour later, I was still smiling. My body was still tingling from the extraordinary enemas and the delicious orgasms. Multiple orgasms have always been easy for me, so that was no surprise. But the first one I had when I released the clamp and the hot water rushed in like a fire hose really blew me away, one of the wildest I’ve ever had. It was quick, didn’t last long, but shot through my entire body like I had just stuck a finger in an exposed electrical socket. Phenomenal!

Okay, have to rinse out all that soap that’s still lining my gut. Will take the first three quarts from the barium bag and when I refill it, I’ll be back here to tell you how the next two feel going in. Yup, have to take five to get out all that soap. Right? Right! Well, at least five. I’ll refill it to the top, so...we’ll see. I’m getting excited just writing about it. Catch you in a few.

Took the first three quarts of salted water easily. Went in like it was a quart. A little cooler this time, still very warm but I could tell I made it a few degrees cooler. I love this big fat nozzle that comes with the barium bag. It’s a bit of work getting it into me, but I feel it all the time. I’m up on my knees right now, with the three quart bag filled to top hanging from the chandelier chain. I inflated the retention bulb before I got off the floor so I feel secure. Every time I move I can feel it. I love it! If I can take the whole refilled bag, I’ll have 6 quarts of salted water inside of me. That would be unbelievable. I’ll try, but my body will tell me when it can take no more. Don’t want it to get any cooler, so here goes.

Oooooooh, yummmmmmmm, that feels soooo good. It’s going in quickly, from about four feet above me. Ummmmm, I love it, I love it. MMMMMMMMMM, yes. Sooooooooooo good. Oooh, oooh, oooh, Jezz, almost a quart’s gone in already. Let me clamp it down a little and slow the flow. A massage, yes, up and over and down, yes, keep doing that. Make some more room. Okay, time for a little extra fun. Nice, my clit is ready. Won’t be long now. Mmmm, oooh, climbing, nice, mmmm. Almost. A little puff on the inflator to make sure I’m sealed. Oooh, that felt goood. Almost there. Closer, closer.....open the clamp, now.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. YESSSSSSSSSSSSS. OOOOOOOOOOooooooooh. Don’t stop rubbing, the water, so fast, keep rubbing, more water, more rubbing, yessss, oooh yeessssss. Oh wait, have to slow the water, it’s starting to hurt.

What!! God, it’s almost empty. I took OVER five quarts. I’m massaging it in but it’s not helping. The pressure...too much. I don’t know if the inflator will hold.

Unreal! Over five quarts. And it wasn’t that hard to take. But at the end, it sure was hard to hold. But it came out easily and with only occasional cramping. The water was pretty clear until the end. I’m kind of sad that it’s finished for tonight, but I get to do it all over again tomorrow. Hope I can do as well. But I know that I’ll be totally empty and comfortable for the weekend. I know I’ll be eating myself silly all weekend and I just may have to do this all over again next week. Gotta learn how to put a colon tube into me on my own. Want to get that soap in as far as humanly possible and then need a nice fat butt plug to keep it there. But that’s for another time.

Thanks for reading this, everyone. I planned on taking a few "good" enemas, but never expected that sharing it with you would make it so incredibly exciting and encourage me to take so much, so hot, so fast. Thank you, one and all. Cheers, a votre sante, good enemas to all.

P.S. The above is 100% true, exactly as it happened. I repeated everything, minus the suppositories, on Wednesday. I made the second enema extra, extra, extra soapy. I took almost five quarts again and since I didn’t get up, except to refill the bag I was able to hold the hot, rich, amber liquid inside of me a little longer. This time I had real cramps, but I wanted to be sure it was truly working. I took the salted rinse a bit more slowly, but couldn’t get six quarts in. No matter how hard I tried, the flow stopped after a little more than five quarts were inside of me, but I did hold it in for a good five minutes.

P.P.S. I had a fantastic weekend and my squeaky clean bowels allowed me to enjoy without any concern. I pigged out on foods I rarely eat, meat, greasy stuff, rich sauces, delicious but unlike my normal diet. It is now Tuesday and I am checking this for spelling and grammar before sending it out for your enjoyment. Haven’t moved my bowels since the last evacuation of Wednesday’s final rinse. If I don’t go by tomorrow, I see a heavy duty day of enemas on Thursday.

For medicinal purposes only - of course.