Forgetable Enemas

One of the sub boards requests that we tell about our most memorable

enemas. I would like to request that you tell us about the enemas

you would most likely want to FORGET!! For the most part these

incidents are the messy accidents that turned embarrassing. I have

three big ones that come to mind for me. They are:

1. A time when I had taken an enema and expelled nearly all of

it. I felt an urgency and, thinking it was flatulence broke wind

and filled my pants.

2. Two years ago on Christmas I filled the tank of my gravity colon

irrigation system. I was called away before I started my colonic

and while I was gone, the tubing valve opened and flooded the

upstairs. The embarrassing part occurred when the water ran down

through the ceiling with the house full of company. Did anyone

say 'splain?

3. A third incident occurred when the discharge tube parted company

with my speculum and I flooded my bed with dirty enema water.

What a nasty, stinking mess to clean up that was.

Enemas are supposed to be pleasant and sunsual experiences. Do any

of you members have experiences like I have had that you wanted to

forget? Please tell us about them!

73

Bill/K2MMW

Hello Bill:

Two of my worst: In early 1983 I managed to take SEVEN litres of water in me in the late morning. How I managed to take so much I still don't know to this day. I managed to bring up both my breakfast (what was left of it) and later on, my lunch. I spent virtually the rest of the day in the bathroom. Never again!

The second: don't know how this one happened--took my usual enema, held it for the usual time of 20 minutes and then started expelling. I couldn't stop for 30 minutes and, as I couldn't hold it until I reached the toilet, had to expel the whole lot in the bath. The clean up wasn't very pleasant I can assure you.

73'.

There are, frankly more enemas I would like to forget than enemas I actually will forget. Every enema is different. Every time you take an enema, you are actually remembering every enema you ever had, whether it was good, bad or indifferent!

The ones I want to forget are the ones where I had the worst time. I have had those enemas where I got to the third round, and felt wrung out , like I wanted to stop, but I was still expelling brown, so stopping was not an option. I had to just keep going. Sometimes 5 or 6 enemas to get a clear return. That's never fun.

There have been those where I got a clear return, and could not keep the magnesium citrate down.

My most forgetable enema was a long time ago when I had a two quart enema with a heaping teaspoon of snuff dissolved in it that I retained for 15 or 20 minutes. Having never smoked in my life, the nicotine did a number on me. I felt sick and nauseous for hours.

It's a great punishment enema. I'll never do it again.

Don't know that I've ever had a BAD enema, but I must say that the olive oil one I tried a while back was certainly memorable, and probably forgetable as well. I thought I had gotten rid of the olive oil, (which I might add, was a great sensation going in) and I was sitting on a nice chair in the den, only to discover a fairly large oil spot on the upholstery when I got up. Oh, Crap!!!. I never felt it escaping. Fortunately, the wife wasn't home, and I had enough time to scrup the chair and have it clean and dry before she got home. Might have been hard to explain. "Oh Honey, I was just making a salad, and I spilled olive oil in the middle of the chair." Sure! The only positive aspect of this whole incident was that I immediately gave myself a good cleansing enema to get rid of the rest of the olive oil. As the saying goes: "All's well, that ends well"

Hey Bill;I must admit I am ashamed to answer your question because of my embarrassment.About fifteen years ago I was doing an experiment with 100 proof brandy in my enema solution.At that time,I really wasn't sure of the alcohol to water ratio.Instead,without realizing what would happen I poured a half pint of brandy into a quart of plain water and took the solution in my enema.About fifteen minutes later,I was so drunk that I thought I would die.My wife came home from work and saw me laying on the couch drunk as a skunk and said"What happened"?Even though I was really wired for sound,I explained to my dear wife who is so intelligent and understandable the situation.So she sat on the chair next to me and watched over me while the alcohol was in control.Three hours later the buzz started to wear off a little so I could explain in better detail to my loving wife who was still sitting on the chair next to me as my brain was going around and around.Finally after several hours,the brandy wore off and my head cleared up a little.It was experience I would never forget or repeat.From now on when I use alcohol in my enemas,every ounce is carefully measured.

I've never had anything too traumatic happen to me; I haven't ever used alcohol or tobacco in an enema. My messiest experiences were sharting a whole bunch of oil all over the back of my shorts the morning after a session with olive oil, expelling into my white pants (I thought it was just gas), and not being able to make it to the potty in time and leaking on the floor. Fortunately none of these experiences happened in public, so I wasn't embarrassed, just annoyed about the clean-up.

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. . . .My messiest experiences were sharting a whole bunch of oil all over the back of my shorts the morning after a session with olive oil, expelling into my white pants (I thought it was just gas),. . .

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Like they say, never trust a fart, especially if you've had oil.

Glad to know that I haven't been the only one to succumb to the embarassments associated with giving one's self an olve oil enema. The truth be known, there probably are many more out there who just haven't spoken up. Good stories.

The only enema I have ever taken that literally made me sick was a "Mayo" enema (sugar, baking soda and a pint of water). If you've never tried that one, be warned: it's powerful stuff! Nonetheless, in my best experimentation mode, I mixed the ingredients and started the enema. The churning in my gut was unreal. The desire to expel was off the charts... but I hung on for what seemed an eternity (five minutes) all the while I was getting more nauseous. Finally, when I decided I'd had enough, I headed for the commode and fortunately, I grabbed a trash can on the way. When the expulsion started, so did the other end. It was a miserable experience that took me the balance of the day to get over. Needless to say I haven't tried the Mayo again!!

Psychologists say that we often do forget pleasant times, but RARELY bad things. Walt

Those were all different experiences:

Olive Oil Sharting - Mick had given me numerous bulbs of it the night before and put me in a nappie. I woke up before him, took off my nappie, went outside, and was standing there enjoying the morning when I felt what I thought was gas. I let it rip, and of course, instantly had olive oil all over the back of my boxer shorts. At least it was clean.

White Pants - Was sitting at home in a recliner, and had given myself an enema a few hours back. I wasn't even thinking there might be any left. This had been just plain warm water, not oil. So I farted, and subsequently soiled my white pants and recliner.

Not being able to make it to the potty - sometimes it just happens, I think probably because of gas.

Now that I think about it, life would be alot less exciting (and messy) without flatulence. Ha!

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. . . . . Now that I think about it, life would be alot less exciting (and messy) without flatulence. Ha!

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You mean without "what you THINK is flatulence." 😁 😁 😁 😁

It sounds like you had some expensive accidents.

I realize this thread may be off subject of the post,but I feel I should mention that so many enema lovers have a problem when using olive oil.Over the years I have experimented using olive oil in various amounts and found that one half an once w/16 oz of plain water works best for expelling and leaving no after effects of leakage providing you have a couple of two quart rinse,one with soap,the other a saline solution.One thing I should mention that the olive oil mixture should be taken with a funnel or something other than rubber because the oil will deteriate rubber in time.A silicone bag and tubing will work fine.I use a funnel and a homemade colon tube made from gasline tubing purchased at an auto store.After taking the olive oil mixure with a funnel,I pull out the tube then insert the nozzle of my regular enema container which holds two quarts.While holding the oil mixture.I release the clamp from the two quart container and let it flow.Expelling the enema is very quick and feels great.The day after this enema left no leakage at all.

Had been several days since last BM, and after some kind of laxative pill with no results, some liquid stuff with limited results (severe cramps and a very strained marble or two), I begged and pleaded for an enema. A day later a nurse gave me half of a fleets and said it would be enough. I'm guessing that maybe the other stuff had finally kicked in, but the results of that half bottle nearly ripped my butt in half ??? ??? when the explosion occurred.

Met a lady once who had never had an enema. We spent the night at the airport hotel, and after I had loaded her butt with 1.5 quarts or so, she had to get up and expell... She used toilet paper after each explosion of water, without flushing the toilet. After about 20 minutes, she came out of the room and said the toilet had overflowed! What a mess! ! ! Getting hotel maintenance at 2AM is not easy, and we needed a new set of towels as well.

The next morning, I left for the airport wondering how I would ever forget that night. Still no luck.....

Once I bent down to sit on the bowl and all of a sudden the crappy water flew out all over the bowl and the floor and my wife walk in just after and had a fit so I had to calm her and clean everything and then there was the time my daughter came home with her Friend and I was in the middle of my enema session and her she knocked on the door and just as I opened the door the phone rang and her Friend went in to the bathroom with the bag hanging there empty and in plan view when I got off the phone she came walking out with a stare and said I get them some times how embarrassing but It was what it was 😜

My forgettable enema was with olive oil that was so nice at the time...but the next day at the office was misery and a fart, er, shart, put an olive oil stain on my chair. Big OOOOOOOPs!