Yes, the pudding thing sounds familiar. My girlfriend really likes chocolate pudding, so one day I decided to give her a little treat she would remember. After giving my girlfriend several cleansing enemas with warm water, which was almost a weekly ritual for her, I told her to stay in the bathroom while I went to fix up a special treat for her. By having her stay in the bathroom for fifteen minutes, it gave me enough time to get the bowl of chocolate pudding from the refrigerator, the large plastic syringe and some extra paper towels.
Waiting fifteen minutes also ensured that she had expelled all the water. Without telling her what I had planned, I had her get on her hands and knees for her surprise. I told her it was something she has eaten several times before, but of course, not this way.The pudding was made to be less thick than normal for my intended purposes that night. I placed the tip of the syringe into the bowl of cool chocolate pudding and began pulling up on the syringe barrel. It was a bit difficult, but I finally filled the syringe completely, I placed the tip of the syringe into her clean little butthole and then pushed on the syringe barrel.
Once the barrel started moving, it glided very smoothly, pushing the cool pudding into her bottom. Of course, the coolness of the pudding surprised her at first, but then she relaxed and let me continue with the process. I made a double batch of pudding earlier that night, and now I was about to empty a fifth syringe full of pudding into her bottom. By the time I was filling the seventh syringe, the bowl was nearly empty, but her bottom was feeling quite full according to her comments. Pushing the seventh syringe full of the creamy pudding into her bottom finally caused her to register a complaint of being very full.
As the syringe plunger hit bottom, she said she felt some cramps coming on. I responded by gently pushing her medium-sized butt plug into her creamy butthole. I had her lay on her back so I could rub her belly to minimze the oncoming cramps. I was able to ward off her cramps with some gentle massaage to her belly, which she certainly seemed to enjoy. I thought it would be fun to have sex with her at this point, but the cramps soon returned, and she eventually asked to sit on the pot for relief. The pudding did not come out as easily as water, so she ended up sitting there for nearly twenty minutes while I cleaned up the bowl and syringe. It was fun, but perhaps next time I can take a differnt approach to this scenario.