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

As I got older, the enemas given to me increased in volume. Anyone care to relate experiences?

Well I lived in fear of being graduated from the bulb to the bag - does that count? My bulb enemas were super strong made from lots of Ivory Flakes dissolve in hot water on a stove… My first bag enema as also strong and while it was not a full bag, it was allot more than the bulb fills I was previously given. It was such a different experience - and I remember all the classic things about it… seeing a bag above me, the sound of metal clamp being snapped open…. but something that stands out was how different it felt as the soapy water began flowing into me - it was so gradual, no cramps, not the quick powerful blast I was used to from the bulb, and I thought, “oh this is not so bad” “I can take this” … but soon I felt my belly swelling in a way I hadn't felt before and began worrying “when is this going to stop, I can't take any more, I'm going to burst!” following shortly by my pleading ”stop! stop!"

Seems like the natural progression of enjoying enemas, but also something to do slowly and cautiously mixed in with other ideas like different frequency and recipes.

All my childhood enemas were from mom’s latex folding syringe, probably a Sojourn. Once I grew past the “take it OUT!” stage of protest I rarely noticed the volume other than the enemas were always very filling and challenging. I didn’t like getting a good look at the waiting enema bag when brought to the bathroom for my enema, much too frightening to look at straight on knowing how it was about to make me feel. As I grew up the volume increased as mom seemed to be a good judge of my capacity for a Good Enema. As I posted elsewhere on Zity, when I started sneaking enemas on my own, I filled the bag to the top with soapy water (the only way I knew how to prepare an enema) and tested my capacity. It was after I had been giving myself enemas that I came down with a childhood disease that had me bed ridden for several weeks. The only brief respite I had from being miserable was the daily enema I was given. About the third enema mom began filling the bag as she noticed that I wasn’t complaining about the volume. This was prior to puberty.

I think volume is more a factor of frequency of enemas rather than age. As you take more enemas, you get in tune with your body and relax more and can gradually increase volume.

Mom's enemas did indeed increase in volume as I got older. As I've said before in other posts, according to my mom, a “good enema” required a measurable level of discomfort expressed vocally. Enemas were frequent in our house and when I became just a little too comfortable and cooperative with the 8 ounce bulb syringe I was introduced to the family fountain syringe - the blue box with the red bag and hose and its assortment of black nozzles. OMG!! I'd seen it many times before hanging on the towel bar drying out and knew it was for big enemas and now it was my turn! Anyway she probably only gave me around half of the 2 quart bag but it was much more than what I was used to. Soon it was more than half and she would top it off from the bathtub spout for a second fill. She never did give me a whole bag that I remember. Those full bag enemas started when I was allowed to self administer. Although I've experimented in the past with larger volumes, my comfort level today is about 2 ½ quarts. For me, it's all about comfortable stimulation.

Gwhap has it right.

I think volume is more a factor of frequency of enemas rather than age. As you take more enemas, you get in tune with your body and relax more and can gradually increase volume.

The human colon is flexible and does become accustomed to growing enema volumes over time if exercised frequently. Which is not to say it has no limits. Be cautious, increase your volume prudently.

I was given enemas twice a week and yes the volume was gradually increased by my mom peaking out with a full two quart bag by the time when I was I was around 12 years old on a birthday that I remember well just not which one…lol. The increase was so gradual that I did not really notice or experience any discomfort but certainly had a fuller feeling and a greater urgency for release particularly after a ten minute hold period. By the way, the hold period was gradually increase as well starting with almost zero working its way up to sometimes 15 minutes but usually just 10. Denise

I can definitely relate. My mom used a folding travel syringe for my enemas so I have a good recollection of what the filled bag looked like hanging on the shower curtain rod. I was getting about ⅔ of a bag when I was 7. That gradually increased to about ¾ of a bag when I was 11 or 12. I had my first full bag enema at 14.

I never had any “hold” time after my enemas and while I do not remember the amounts in the bag, I know for sure I did not get the full bag. My first full bag was something I did solo around age 13 when my dislike of enemas had by that time turned into a love of having the douche nozzle up my butt and I decided to try a full bag. It was memorable because for the rest of that day after that enema my colon was sore from being stretch out by the enema. Since I did not measure what the bag held, and just assumed it was two quarts, I have a hunch it held more than that - at least 2.5qts, maybe 3, which would account for why my insides really felt sore after it.

My sister's enemas and mine definitely increased in volume as we got older and by our teens, the final herbal enemas were three to four liters. The hold time for an m and m was thirty minutes while a pint Mayo enema only had to be held for fifteen minutes. By then we were rushing to expel it as the gas it produced gave an immediate urge to expel it after that retention time. The evacuant enemas could be expelled as soon as mom judged that our cramps were sufficient so that the enema and all else would gush out as soon as we sat down on the toilet. We were told not to force those enemas out but rather wait until we could not hold them in any longer. They would gush out of us in spurts.

Mine certainly have. For example, in my pre-teen/teen years I could barely take two quarts. In my late teens/early 20's I was able to get up to around three quarts, and during my grad school days (mid/late 20s) I was finally able to take four quarts. I'm 41 now and have no intention of going any larger than four quarts 😃

Enemas were always from a red rubber open top enema with red rubber hose, chrome clamp and black nozzle smeared with globs of vaseline. I know that they started out small- about ¼ of the enema bag would be filled- at age 5 thru 7. At age 8, thru 12 or so the amount was gradually increased always making the mark of a “good” enema by me “panting like a puppy” to finish it all. therefore, the volume of enema was dependent upon how much it took to make me “pant” and feel the awful “weak” feeling deep in my tummy and the heightening distress as the pressure increased. ….michael

If I were to guess, the enemas I received from my mother were probably two pints when I was small and increased to about three pints as I grew older. My first full bag enema happened when I was about 12 and I was preparing the enema myself. I have been able to take a four-quart enema, but not comfortably, even after having taken several two to three quart enemas prior to the four quart. Today, I can comfortably take a three-quart enema and hold for ten to fifteen minutes. I have not tried a larger enema, as I believe that my comfort level is the three-quart enema.

When I moved on to the bag it was always you can take a little more as this went on and you could take the whole open top bag they would wait till the bag was almost empty and add a cup more or so to the bag. Then it was two cups after awhile then three cups and so on as you got comfortable to the volume this took time to do of course but you knew enemas would gradually get bigger. So yes enemas got bigger and I got harder things came together for me as a enema bag whore an the quest for more volume😉

At age 9 through 10 a solid 32 oz.warm soapy water enema. When I turned 11 the Pediatrician increased the volume to 40 ozs and increased the height of the enema bag from 18" to 20" above the level of my buttocks. The feelings/sensations of fullness or pressure went up accordingly.The inflow sensation increased too. A butt buster enema for me ---but the nozzle never popped out.Once the nozzle was removed I had like 5 seconds to get my butt on the toilet for a blasting expulsion..

As I've stated in other posts, I started using enemas at 14, I was shown how to administer my own by my grandma whom demonstrated on herself first. She used a 2qt bag which was filled with salted water. I remember taking the whole bag with almost no discomfort - my grandma was pleased at that. I was encouraged to take an enema on the 2nd day of my cycle or any time I felt the need. Grandma believed an enema was the best cure for headache. There were 2 bags in the bath closet, the 2qt and a BF Goodrich 3 qt which she used. I was never privy to her taking her Saturday night enema but I know she used the 3qt bag. She also had a two qt pitcher she kept on hand I assume for mixing soap or adding qty. Anyway when I turned 16 I started using the 3 qt bag, at first it was not easy to get the entire bag in but in time it became the norm. I still often use 3qt enemas and my final fill of a series is typically 4+ of green tea or chamomile tea.

I never remember getting an enema with a bulb syringe only an open top or closed top two or three quart bag. Mom gave my brother, sister, an I enemas together starting around age 6 using a two quart closet top bag. She gave each of us a third of the bag. By the time I was 8 she was using a three quart pumpkin bag and we each got a quart. When I was 8 my RN grandmother gave me, what she called, a 3H enema. She had me get in the knee chest position and gave me a two quart soapy enema slowly over fifteen or twenty minutes with a ten minute hold time. Once I expelled, it was back down in the knee chest position for a two quart salt and baking soda rinse enema given slowly over fifteen or twenty minute with a five minute hold time. At age 8, she normally gave me a one quart soapy enema and a 1 ½ quart rinse enema. After my 3H enema, mom switched back to her two quart bag and started giving us a 1 ¼ quart soapy enema and a 1 ½ quart rinse enema. She slowly increased the amount she gave us over the next two years, and by age 10, I was getting a 1 ¾ quart soapy enema and a two quart rinse enema. The summer I turned 12, when grandma taught us personal hygiene, mom was giving us two quart enemas for both the soapy and rinse enemas. Grandma taught us to use two quarts for the soapy enema with a 10 minute hold time and two quarts for the salt and baking soda rinse enema with a 5 minute hold time. The next increase in volume for me happened a few years late, after my girlfriend an I started giving each other enema during her period. This happened, after she asked my sister one afternoon, if she wouldn’t minded given her a couple of enemas for period cramps. A month or two later, she asked me, if I’d give her a couple of enemas for period cramps using the douche nozzle. I replied, “sure, if you’ll give me a couple.” And she replied, “I planned on that,” Then I asked, “what did my sister tell you?” She laughed, and said, “you know what she told me.” We gave each other a couple of enemas that afternoon at my house, using the family two quart enema bag. The first time we did enemas together at her house, I realized their family enema bag was 2 ½ quarts, not two quarts, like our bag at home. It also made me realize, why my girlfriend fussed about her mothers enemas. When we first started giving each other enemas, she could barely hold two quarts with a slow flow. The first time she gave me an enema, she open the flow wide open and I had to remind her, to go slow, like I had done early, when I gave her a couple of enemas. When I said something about the flow being to fast, she said, “that how my mom always does it.” I replied, “thats why you fuss about your moms enemas. She’s giving you, too much, too fast.” At that, she slowed the flow way down.

As I have related in previous posts, I was raised as the only boy in a household with six women. my oldest sister, 8 years my senior told me my first enema was given by my mom the day she brought me home from the hospital. It was one squirt with a 2 oz ear syringe. I took it and immediately messed the towel I was on. Eloise, my oldest sister took over my enemas after that, giving me one squirt every morning. I don't remember any of the enemas until I was 3 or 4. By then, Eloise was giving me 4 bulbs full with a 4 oz children's bulb. When I was 5, Mom took over, giving me two 12 oz adult bulbs, every other day. All of us, Gram, Mom, my Aunt Ruth and all four kids got enemas twice weekly. My immediately older sister Lisa and I got ours Wednesday night and Saturday morning with Aunt Ruth. Ruth was my favorite. She was 5'6" tall with blue eyes and auburn hair which reached down to her buttocks. She would kneel on the opposite side of Gram's clawfoot bathtub as Lisa and I knelt side by side opposite her. I love watching her 38 DD's drooping from her chest as we knelt with our chests on the tub side. Mom would start us with a bisacodyl suppository right before dinner Wednesday and breakfast Saturday. The enemas were immediately after the meal and dish cleanup. We knew to report to the bathroom for enemas. I should explain that our household was mostly nude unless we had company visiting. So, we might be told it was enema time whenever Gram, Mom or Aunt Ruth wanted to give us one, which was often. So, we were already feeling the need to poop when we knelt for our first enema. Ruth got hers first, usually from Mom. She would then give me mine while Mom filled Lisa. We got adult bulbs until we were 6, and were switched to the HWB. Sometimes, we came in to see open top bags hanging, bulging from the oval shower rod which hung from supports in the ceiling We knew we would be getting a “booster” enema after the bag emptied into us. We were slowly worked up to 3 qts. Always, we got two SSE's, followed by a salt & baking soda rinse. Our rinses were normally ½ to a qt larger that our second SSE. As we finished holding our enema for 15 minutes, Ruth would walk with me to the guest bath, and Lisa would use the toilet in the big bathroom. Ruth would sit on the side of the tub while I released, then she would release her enema. She had an amazing ability to go about normal activities with a 3 qt SSE churning inside her. Aunt Ruth lived next door to us. Like Mom & Gram, she was widowed by WWII. From the start, there was an unspoken bond between Ruth and I. I spent a lot of time at her house, usually with one of her enemas inside me. By the time I was 17, we were both holding enemas given by the other. When I was 14, I had asked Ruth how she was able to do her chores with 3 qts of soapy water in her. She said she had forced herself to hold more volumes and for longer times, until she could go about her day enjoying the warm full feelings. She asked me If I wanted to learn how to do that, and I enthusiastically said yes. She started by letting me give her a 4 qt SSE, and talking to me about how to do it, and what she was feeling Inside as her enema did its job in her. Then, she gave me one as I described what I was feeling. I was amazed when the 4 qt bag gurgled to empty having delivered 4 very warm, very soapy qts to my greedy colon. I immediately wanted to poop, but Ruth forbade it, She lubed two plugs, and handed me one. I inserted it into her, and she eased the other into me. We both held 30 minutes, then She continued to hold hers as I released. These training sessions went on two or three times weekly as Ruth slowly forced ever larger volumes and ever longer holds. She eventually got me accustomed to having 3 qts in me, and frequently 4 qts. By age 20, Ruth and I were doing 5 qts, held 15 minutes. By then, I could hold 2 qts until my kidneys removed the enema from me. All the while, Lisa and I were sharing enemas with each other, and I used Ruth's lessons to help Lisa train her colon. Ruth passed away in the mid 90's from pneumonia.. Lisa passed away from Covid in February. We had been together nearly five years after our spouses passed. So now I'm solo, looking for a lady who enjoys soapy water as much as I do.

When I turned 11(1961) the Pediatrician increased the volume of my constipation relief warm soapy water enemas from 32 oz to 40 oz. this really made getting a enema even more uncomfortable. Having a small bodyframe size – it was a whopper of a enema for me but after I blasted it out on the toilet -- it felt like my entire intestinal tract had been scrubbed out.A 40 oz.soapy water enema was very uncomfortable and was like getting a colonic enema. Why the nozzle did not blast out of my butt is a mystery-- but it never did..

I never had many when I was young last one I can remember was when I was about 10 or 11 1955. II eventually tried to sneak the WB and hose and take probably a quart. II never got the urge till I was in my late 20s. Married after VN wife was not into it just straight sex. Divorced remarried but no enema play we both had road jobes and I started with a 1.5 at open top enema douche and eventually started to refill so I guess i was up to a 2.5 at. Then jobs changed and stopped for regular enemas the reassigned location allowed me to hide my fetish and wife worked jobs odd hours allowing alone times and started back to frequent enema got a 2qt open top and stated to refill and graduated to 3qts. Forward another wife hid fetish have a 4qt set up and can go there comfortably and am 76.

How much is the same in the world...

As we got older, the amount of liquid that was introduced into my colon also increased.

At first, from about 5 a one-piece rubber bulb with about 4 oz was in use. The first enema consisted of 4 to 6 bulb soap fills followed by two clear water rinses of equal size.

During my freshman year I got tired of all the enemas and cut a hole in the bulb with nail scissors. Mom seemed to ignore it at first, but two or three days later, mom's friend from the neighborhood, whom I had to address as "Aunt Erika", "accidentally" visited us and brought a new, slightly larger two-piece bulb with her, capacity about 6 oz.

On the same day I got to taste the first fillings from it; 6 bulbs with strong soap solution. I almost burst... about a qt bubbled inside me. My asshole wouldn't stop throwing up...

This red monster with the black nozzle was now my new nightmare, which accompanied me for about the next two years.

Then "Aunt Erika" convinced my mother to upgrade the equipment in the form of a large red rubber bag including various nozzles and rubber colon tubes.

With that, floodgates were opened...😳😱

This "Aunt Erika" instructed mom to regularly give larger high enemas with the colon tubes for the purpose of so-called colon washing. Mom bullied me about once every two months from then on. I was amazed at the quantities that could be transported into the colon with these tubes with high enemas.

Since the bag moved in with us, the liquid volume has increased steadily. From the age of 8, 1 qt was the rule, punishments somewhat more. Around the age of 11 or 12, 1.5 qts was the norm, around 13, punishments of 2 qts were the rule. Those enemas were tough to take, but mom was merciless about those procedures.

And when I was about 13, during a punishment enema, my cock swelled up, got really hard.

Mom stopped giving me enemas from that moment on... it was over and somehow it felt like the end of my childhood for me.

That this topic would grab me so much that I would get into exactly what I always hated and loathed, which was not foreseeable at the time...

btw., Today I get douches up to 3 qts.

I got my first bag enema when I was 4 years old and it was 2 cups of warm salt solution when I was constipated during a cold. After trying different solutions at the suggestions of my aunts, grandmother and several of my friends' mothers including baking soda, salt and baking soda, Epsom Salts and soap solution she finally decided that Ivory soap was the most effective at cleaning out my bowels and she started using that. She continued to give me 2 cups enemas until I turned 7 and then increased the amount to 3 cups. From 10-12 years old she started to use 4 cups (1 quart), increased it to 5 cups from 13-15, 6 cups from 16-18, 7 cups from 19-21, then 8 cups (2 quarts) from 22 on.

I would expect that for most of us, volume increased with age. It is just natural that our capacity increases as our body size increases, but not always the same rate. For me - My early enemas from mom were with a bulb syringe, and from memory I would say early on I got only one or two bulbs. The most I remember was four. My first bag enema at ten years old was about a quart, and that started my experimentation to see how much I could hold. I was never into big cramps or pain with my enemas so maybe I quit before I was actually full, but I was an adult before I was able to take a full two-quart bag. Most of my enemas have been, and still are, for recreational purposes rather than the need to get cleaned out so I do not see the need to go beyond what is comfortable. For me, the best part of an enema is the insertion of a substantial nozzle and the initial surge of warm water entering me.

My siblings and I are a year apart from one another. When we were growing up, mom gave my brother and I the same amount, because we were both about the same size. Our sister on the other hand was smaller and two years younger than me, but only a year younger than my brother. However, when it came to enemas, she had no trouble holding the same amount as my brother and me. When we first started getting enemas together, mom used her two-quart douche/enema bag and gave each of us a third of the bag. After a year or so, she switched bags from a two-quart bag to a three-quart bag, still giving each of us a third of the bag. A couple of years later, she went back to her two-quart bag, but this time, she filled the bag for each of us with a quart and a half. This enabled her to increase or decrease the amount she gave each of us. Over time, she slowly increased the amount until we were taking a full two quarts. I was between ten and eleven when I was able to take two-quart enemas on a consistent basis. My brother though a year younger, was my size, and was able to take two-quart enemas as well. Our sister on the other hand wasn’t far behind us. By age nine, she too was taking two-quart enemas on a consistent basis. Then, the summer I turned twelve, our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility.

I didn't get but a couple enemas when I was a child, but for whatever reason have the kink. I vacillate between envy at all of you and happiness that I had good parents who tried their best not make me miserable. I sense that some of you wish you had been raised differentl,y, so I get that. After my surgeries this year, I'm still waiting to begin enemas again--my first was yesterday, about 4 oz. With a Higginson, just tap water. It helped, but after reading and watching some YT videos, I know that for good bowel control, daily (filled to capacity, but not overfilled) enemas are a future necessity. I've always been much more of a giver than a receiver, and not always the kindest (in my later years much more considerate), so I guess this is my punishment 😖😖😖😎😎😎...anyway, I am certainly glad I have your life experiences to read. It certainly helps me reconcile my own "kinks" with the rest of my life.

THANKS!!

Probably about 15 years ago my mom moved to Florida. While helping her move I saw her recipe box and she said pick any out you might want.. it was just index cards in a box. While going through them I found one that was in the I section. My hair stood up when on top of the card said ivory soPsuds enemas. 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.