Enemas given to me increased in volume when I got older. Experiences?

Increasing volume for my enemas was certainly the case with me as I grew older. My first bag enema was given to me at 5 years of age and the volume was considerably more than what I had been receiving from the red bulb. I am not sure about the amount at the time, but I do recall the cramps and bloating was a new experience for me. I was both fascinated and scared of that bulging red bag at that point in my life.

Early on I was given enemas from a red bulb with a thin black nozzle. I think I recall wondering how many times mom was going to refill that thing, shove it up me, and squeeze. I remember sitting on the pot to rid myself of the water. I also recall occasionally seeing a flat amber bag hanging from a hook my dad had fashioned around the shower head. Didn’t know what the bag was but by the next morning it had disappeared.

I don’t recall the reason but when I was a bit older I was summoned to the bathroom and that same amber bag was 3/4 full with soap suds cascading down its sides hanging off the shower head. I was told to take off my pajama bottoms, get on my knees, and bend over the side of the tub. I was told this would make me feel better as something greasy was shoved up my butt, I heard a click, and my insides felt the hot water. Only this time the nozzle wasn’t removed and reinserted. She was holding it in there and I was feeling very full. My protests were ignored and I was going nuts. I looked above me and that bag was beginning to look flat once more. Again, a click, I was told to hold it for 5 minutes. Finally, I was seated on the throne and the water and poop came gushing out of me. Relief! I remember thinking, “I’m glad that’s over”. No such luck. I was given another one and the next morning a third enema.

Psychologically, I cannot figure out how I despised this treatment as a child and enjoy it so much now.

@efun42

….The first half explained the process of making one which was heat water stir bar of ivory soap until water cloudy it said 16 Oz soapy water and 16 ounces warm tap water.on the bottom half of card the volume doubled after 8yrs old. I never knew the difference both were hard to hold.

..Ratio of soap to water 1:1 🤔...

That's intense. My mom made stronger solutions from time to time, but far from that...

We'll try it and inject it with a rubber bulb...😁😇😎

My experience was different. At age 9, the first enema I got from mom was from a full 2 quart bag which I emptied. It would be like that until they stopped when I was 13.

Now, I wasn't required to take the entire bag in one filling. Mom would start the flow and I'd let her know when I'd had enough. She'd stop the flow and encourage me to hold it as long as I could, then remove the nozzle and I'd sit on the toilet and evacuate. I'd get back into position, mom would insert the nozzle and release the clamp. I usually take more on the second filling until I'd had enough. The cycle would repeat until the bag was emptied.

Early on, it would take 4 fillings for me to empty the bag. But as I grew and gained experience taking an enema I reached the point where I could take the entire bag in one filling (age 11).

@John Sitter. My Mom didn't stop partway through the enema to let me expel and then give me more, she gave me everything in the bag non-stop but only started with a pint when I was 4, then increased it by a cup every 3 years. I didn't get the full 2 quart bag until I turned 22 years old.

I started playing with enemas at the age of five and a half. The usual amount was bit over a pint. By the time I was ten, I had worked up to a quart and a half. At twenty, the two quart amount had been reached, and gradually increased to my usual gallon.

It did increase for me. I now get a full enema bag… four rounds so the last expelled water round is very clean… only then I open my dark anus for his cock. Being a very good obedient girl here.

I can see why your husband’s friend likes to watch. Are you completely nude for your enemas? And do you use different positions for each enema?

Mom enemaed me not so often, perhaps zwo to maximum three times per month, i think. There were often longer breaks between them. Every enema I didn't get was a good enema. And then the next one came out of nowhere.

In our bathroom, there was a red, one-piece rubber bulb for all to see; or rather, it was stuck upside down in an empty glass of water. I never asked Mom why. I didn't want to stir up a hornet's nest.

My first enema, which I can still consciously remember, was given to me by my mom after I started school, so at about six years old. The rubber bulb held approximately 5 oz, and it emptied completely inside me. Typically, three bulbs made up one enema. This was followed by two more enemas with clean water to flush out any remaining soap from the first.

As I got older, a fourth bulb was added, and, to make matters worse, a larger, two-part rubber bulb with a black nozzle found its way into the bathroom. It had an estimated volume of 8 oz. Mom initially started with three bulb fillings per enema, but soon increased that to four, and later to five.

I must have been about 12. We didn't have rubber bags back home. I first saw them hanging at some friends' houses. Without warning, an enameled enema can suddenly appeared in the bathroom, which I was immediately introduced to. I was 12 or 13 then. Mom gave me a punishment enema. I must have earned it, but that's another story. What scared me was that you couldn't see how much was in the can. I later saw that there was a scale inside that went up to two liters.

That was definitely my most horrible enema, and also my last. Mom probably didn't miss the erection I got when she inserted the nozzle.

Perhaps she feared that I had taken a wrong turn, or might take one. We had never spoken about it. In any case, she had sown a seed that sprouted later in my early twenties.

Mom believed in "good" enemas; that apparently meant big and soapy. Not surprisingly, she increased the volume of enemas as I got bigger and older. I don't know her magical formula for determining volumes, but it seemed to escalate quickly from a pint to a quart to a quart and a half to two quarts. I don't know exactly when I got a full bag for the first time, but I was no older than 12 or 13.