One day a delivery came to me when I had about a liter of water in my stomach. But everything ended well, although it was very difficult
Good to exercise those muscles, tho!
As we're sliding off-topic of *actual accidents*, I'll mention the other day, with no one around and me full of 3 liters of waters, I close the valve. In a moment of insight I drape the enema hose over my shoulder, pull up my jeans with the vinyl enema bag resting against my junk. I was wearing a black camisole inside my shirt when I walked out, determined to make a four minute circuit of the farm, out to the edge of the gulch and returning past the chicken coops. Having the plastic near my groin reminded me of plastic pants.(*0) I squirmed, squeaked and yelped the full way back to the tiled bathroom(*1) while holding firm on the 3" butt-plug-nozzle(*2).
0. Plastic pants - I have many other toys, why not try a couple pairs? An early memory of shitting myself in bed where I slept alone, reaching down my pants and encountering, with wonder, the contents. Funny that I don't remember the parental reaction or cleanup.
1. Why didn't I just squat down and let go outside? People in India do it all the time. Note to self to use the next opportunity.
2. The 3" is just one rib, so it's much easier to insert and hold than the generally spherical citrus skin toys that I struggle to push past my stretchy and nerve filled anal ring.