Itās been at least five years ago, but my darling wife gave me a cleansing enema one weekend we were planning to be staying at home. The kids were with my sister in law and my wife decided this would be a perfect time to give me a complete maintenance cleanout with soapsuds and saline.
It was gentle but really thorough. She put two full 3qt bags through me, making it more like a colonic than an enema. I felt amazing after she was finished with me. I slept like a baby that night.
I woke up that Sunday morning and had a light breakfast. Then I went down in the basement to resume reloading 9mm ammo Iād been working on . I was only wearing a pair of khaki shorts, no underwear.
I was busy reloading and a sudden urge to pass gas hit me. After being given such a deep enema the night before I shouldāve known better than chance it. But I unwittingly cut loose and immediately felt something warm running down my leg. My first thought was OH DAMN!!ā I knew Iād done fucked up. I looked down and there was a pile of half chewed up green beans and corn under my work bench.š¤£š¤£š©š©
Luckily I have a plastic mat and the mess was easy to clean up. There was soapy water I had to clean up that came out of me. It was gross š¤®. I took a quick shower down there too. After I got cleaned up and dressed in an old pair of jeans. I put those shitty khaki shorts and the pair of socks in a garbage bag and tied a knot in it , and threw it in the trash bin on the carport.
I never told my wife what happened. But the lesson I learned is itās usually safe to trust a fart, just not within 24hrs after a high soapy enema. I mustāve still been holding half a quart deep in my colon, but I didnāt have the crampy urge to get rid of it.