The most enemas given to you by someone else in one session?

What were the most number of enemas ever given to you, not by yourself but by someone else, in one day? For me, it was 9, all within 6 hours (maybe an hour or more longer).

I was 18 at the time and was in the hospital for an unrelated problem (an infected lymph node in the groin originally thought to be cancerous but was not). While in the hospital, I had a bout of gut pain similar to what I experienced growing up (that led to so many enemas as a child). Still determined to find the cause, I mentioned it to the hospitalist who checked my abdomen and upon finding pain decided to order a barium x-ray for the next day (my first barium enema, that I can recall).

Prep started later that night with me being given 5 or 6 large sulfur-yellow pills (laxatives) at bedtime. At around 4am I was awaken by the worse gut pain I had ever experienced and I was in absolute agony, so much so that I had tears streaming down my cheeks. But I also had a strong urge to poo so hobbled to the toilet and emptied out a lot of bright yellow poop. It was an hour later before the pain subsided enough I could try to go back to sleep.

At 6:30am I was awaken by a black nurses aide (female) who told me she had to give me enemas to clean me out for the x-rays. She gave me 6 enemas, one after the other, before she was finally satisfied with the results in the bedpan. The enemas hurt like the dickens and when I asked what she was using in them she simply said "the same thing we use on the babies upstairs - Castile". Nonetheless it was painful and I was glad it was over with.

At 8:30 or 9:00 I was taken down to the x-ray department. By then the pain had subsided such that I was no longer in agony. A short time later I was taken into the x-ray room by a very young male tech (I would say in his 20s) who had me get on the table and then removed my hospital gown. Since I had nothing under neath, I was left on the hard, cold table completely naked. There wasn't even a sheet or pillow (this was back in the mid-70s). He proceeded to take several test shots and then brought out a large clear bag filled with a chalky white liquid with a thick hose and nozzle and proceeded to insert it in my rectum. He then gave me the enema while having me change into different positions and he would keep going back to the "wall" to shoot the x-rays. The pain started increasing. Then he drained the enema back into the bag and then shot air up my butt (and that hurt - a lot!). More x-rays. Finally, I was put back in the wheelchair with hospital gown back on and put back in the hallway to wait for a pick-up to take me back to my room. (Side Note: While this guy was doing the x-rays, I was fighting back an erection the whole time as he was a real turn-on guy...and the pain didn't help either. Now I wish I had not been so shy!)

After being taken back to my room, the gut pain returned with a vengence and I couldn't even eat lunch. The nurse thought it might be the barium in my bowels and ordered two more enemas to clean it out. Afterwards, the pain went away and I ate a sandwich afterwards. I never forgot any details of that hospital stay!!

So the total was NINE: 6 prep enemas, one barium enema and 2 more enemas to clean out the barium, all within 6-7 hours. That remains a record for me to this day.

By the way, the barium enema was normal. Another barium enema 5 years later, plus at least 5 colonoscopies, multiple CAT scans and MRIs with and without contrast since that time, all proved negative - nothing! Not even a polyp! It was after the last colonoscopy several years ago that the doctor, a surgical internist, diagnosed me with Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS). And that's what I've lived with since childhood. And the only solution I've found to work (actually that started in childhood too) were the enemas, mostly saline solutions (but the soapsuds with Ivory seem to work too). To this day I still can't use any Castile because of the pain increasing but Ivory soap doesn't bother me.

And so, what were the most enemas you've ever received by someone else in one day?

Alex

The most I can remember having in one day was six, following surgery. I needed my intestines inspected for inflammation, and I was too nauseous for the oral laxative, so the medical team decided to give me high enemas until clear. It started with a round of 2x 3qt enemas, then 2x 4qt ones. Finally they stepped up to five at, then the last one was with six qt delivered over 15 min or so. I expelled between each, and was clear after that. At home, a few years prior, I'd been give a series of 2-3-4 qt for stomach pain and a paddling for "faking" when it didn't hurt that bad in the first place (mom thought I said it stopped hurting to get out of the enemas, so she finished the series and then bent my over for the spanking).

I had been 'released from Active Duty' as a Marine pilot and could now go to a G.I. Dr. to find out what was wrong with my butt. (I didn't have to worry about being "grounded".) The Dr decided to do a B.E. the next morning early for prepping and the procedure.

I don't recall being given any 'pre-instructions...maybe nothing after midnight.

The nex morning I was handed off to a very young nurse for enemas. During the seventh-teened enema the Dr stuck his head in the door asking what was going on....the nurse said that i wasn't "returning clear"....and the Dr said that he really meant "No Lumps".

the boxcar

I can't come near these quantities. When I was 6 I got chicken pox. They were on my tongue and salted food burned them. My mom called our crazy pediatrician and he told her I HAD to have salt in my diet and to give me a pint of saline 3 times a day. After 3 days of this, my mom got tired of me losing control in the cold bath tub and stopped giving them to me. (By day 3, I was starting to like them). By age 9 I was sneaking them whenever I could and "whacking" my little erection to a dry orgasm. The orgasms turned wet at age 10, while sneaking one from grandma's bag. I was hopelessly hooked then.

Once while in the hospital I had to be prepped for a colonoscopy. I was given a liquid drink that caused me to go for about three hours. When I woke up in the morning a nurse came in and told me she had to give me enema's until clear. After the third enema she said I was almost done but gave me a fourth just to make sure.

That is a hard question to answer. The girl who started me on enemas loved anything anal. She did a lot of enemas. Once I found out and experienced the orgasms enemas gave me I was hooked. It's like when you find out about how good sex feels. You want to do it over and over and over. I remember on our way home one night grabbing some pizzas. The next day into the late night all we did were enemas. Some were where we let the water just go in and out. Not even trying to hold any. We did that in the tub. We would have the nozzle in and tighten up for like a minute or so and let it out.

This is indeed a hard question to answer with a succinct number...I administered a continuous enema on a couple of occasions where the woman had already had a clean out before we met. I used the trusty double balloon retention nozzle and for whatever reason this one woman's anus really fit that nozzle and she was sealed up tight. I circulated water in and out of her while she was bound and I never let her expel except through the hose. I suspect she took over 5 gallons at various amounts of 2-3-4 quarts at a time It was the older Bar d ex yellow rubber nozzles, not the new silicon ones.

She loved the feeling of bloating and holding all that water. Her abdomen easily looked like she was in early pregnancy. Even the cramps made her wet...I'd say she had the equivalent of 7-8 large enemas.in the space of three hours

The most enemas I ever received from my Mother in one session was three. It was really odd too! Mom had given me small bulb enemas between birth and age eight. But, her new doctor did not think enemas had any place in our society and instructed my Mother to stop the enema "thing" and if I needed help he suggested Castoria. I can not tell you just how bad I hated that stuff and I often begged Mom to start giving me enemas again and forget that horrible tasting stuff. Well, that did little good. Then one day I was in our backyard playing with a neighbor girl when Mom called me in for my "medicine!" I asked Dattie to stay for I would be right out. She did. Upon returning to the backyard, Dattie asked me what kind of medicine did Mom give me. I told her. She stuck her tongue out and said "yuk! my Mom used to give me that stuff too! But, she stopped. Now, when I need help Mom gives me something called an enema. In fact, Mom gave me one this morning with her douche bag. She called it an adult enema." I listened to her intently. Then, I told her that my Mom used to give me enemas too, but I did not know what an adult enema was. Dattie told me all about it and encouraged me to get Mother to give me one... After, Dattie and I stopped playing I went inside and found Mom sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of day old coffee and smoking one of her Salem cigarettes. I sat down across from her and told her about Dattie's and my conversation. She listened, but said nothing. I then asked her if she would give me an "adult enema" like Dattie's Mother had given her. Mom said "Mike, you know what our doctor said about me giving you enemas so the answer is no." I didn't give up. Every day or so, I'd ask her again. She'd ignore me.....everytime. So, in an effort to improve my chances, I enlisted her Mother's help by getting on my bicycle and riding over to her house. Mam-Maw was surprised to see me, but listened to my plea. All she said to me was "Mike, I have a bit of wisdom to give you about this - be careful about what you ask, it just may not be what you think." I didn't really understand her suggestion, but I thanked her for any help she might give, kissed her and then rode my bike back to our home. A couple of hours later, as I was sitting on the porch swing, Mam Maw drove up into our driveway. She got out and pulled a rather big sack out of the car. As she approached the porch, I saw a black and orange box sticking out from the sack she was carrying. Mam Maw patted it as she walked past me before going into the house. She came back out about 5 minutes later and sat down next to me on the swing. We chatted for a few minutes and then told me what she had brought Mom. I hugged her neck and gave her a quick kiss on her left cheek. Then, she said "Well, Mike, it is now up to your Mother. She has the tool so we will see." Days went by and no enema. Finally, on a Saturday morning a couple weeks after Mam Maw had brought the syringe, Mom woke me up and took me into my bathroom. I could not believe my eyes. Mom had prepared a special adult enema just for me. And, she didn't give me just one. As I said earlier, she ended up giving me three that day. And Wow was it great!