Did You Hear an Enema?

Oh, all the amazing sounds associated with enemas I got… of course as @Electra mentioned there's the “pop” of the metal clip being snapped open, and the gurgle when the bag empties… adding to that was the sound made by the metal lid coming off the Vaseline jar (when it had a metal lid).

During summer vacation from school when I was a teenager, I noticed that sometimes after lunch mom would say she had a headache and was going to take a nap, so please don't disturb her. Then there would be water running in her bathroom sink, followed by a few minutes of quiet, then the toilet would flush. Sometimes more than once. That's when I realized, she just gave herself an enema. My sister and I had been giving ourselves and each other enemas for years so I could recognize the pattern of sounds when someone was getting an enema.

Once I could overhear a boy being given an enema. That was in the 70's.

I was walking down a street when I heard from a tilted bathroom window:

"No mom, no more; I can't hold it anymore."

A female voice, certainly the mother, said …"It has to be; two more..."

Then I was further away and suddenly I was mentally transported to my childhood... I had to smile...😎

@Aquarius Bulb enema?

One time when I was working as a house remodeling carpenter, working on fixing the operation of an upstairs bedroom window, the following happened ;

The house was deserted except for me working on the window quietly and the lady of the house, who I thought was downstairs.

It was one of those old Victorian houses where several of the bedrooms had doors to a shared hall bathroom. The door to the bathroom that was from the bedroom that I was working in was closed, but since the house was silent otherwise, I heard some very recognized sounds.

I heard groaning and the heavy gushes of a large volume enema being expelled. (sounds that I was very familiar with, and would recognize anywhere)

They ended after a while, I heard the toilet flush and then the person leave the bathroom. Going into the bathroom after that, I saw a Fleet Bagenema, enema bag in the trash can.

A short while later, going downstairs to get my lunch, the lady of the house greeted me and told me she had to go out for a “medical test” and would be back in a few hours.

I said fine and went to my car to get my lunch. Taking my lunch back into the house to eat it at the kitchen table I saw a printed page laying on the kitchen counter.

Local hospital header followed by :

BARIUM ENEMA PREPARATION INSTRUCTIONS. and then what the patient was supposed to do.

I guess I then knew what kind of test the lady was going for, and why I had heard her expelling an enema just an hour before that.

To just about everyone that would have been a “so what” or “too bad that lady had to have the enemas” but to me, a lifetime enema fetishist, that was so cool and memorable

Enematically Steve, Florida E-Fests host

As I posted any number of times before my younger sister really enjoyed getting an enema plus my bedroom was right next to the bathroom so even with the door closed I could hear what was happening starting with mom filling the bag and then giving Emily instructions. Afterward mom would leave the bathroom but there were the unmistakable sounds of expelling followed by the telltale toilet flush.

When my 3 younger boy cousins and I were given hot soapsuds enemas at my grandparents home as part of a “Spring Cleaning” during the Easter holidays I was still sitting on the toilet expelling my enema as my next youngest cousin was being given his so I heard him whining and complaining that it hurt and he couldn't take anymore. I was still in the bathroom as my Mother wiped my bottom with a washcloth and dried me while he sat on the toilet expelling his enema and I could hear him grunting and straining as liquid and poop poured out of him. After I left the bathroom I could hear his 2 younger brothers crying as they were given their enemas and the grunting, straining, gushing and plopping sounds as they expelled them.

Never really got enemas, but certainly have memories of my parents getting out a large bath towel and hearing the jar of suppositories being opened. next thing i knew I was on my back with legs being held in the air.