Below are a collection of hilarious memories of enemas. I hope none won't mind me copying them here. You know in some forums message threads just disappear after certain time has passed. I felt that these funny stories merited to stay available for all of us for a looooong time.
Subject: What is your funniest enema moment?
Author: Rectal Boy
What is the funniest thing you remember about getting an enema from your mom or adult care giver?
I always got enemas over my mom's knees. I remember one time, in fact even to this day, 40 years later; it comes up at family reunions. I was over my mom's knees getting an enema; it was hot out so the bathroom window was open. I think it was around 7 or 8 at night. We lived in Florida near the everglades. My mom was smoking while she was giving me the enema, which the cigarette smoke probably contributed to the invitation for a bat. It flew in the window and landed on the enema bag. My mom jumped up holding me with the nozzle still in my bottom screaming. The screaming caused my dad to rush into the bathroom. That is when the bat flew into his hair. Now remember the enema is still flowing into my bottom as my mom, who is now standing in bath tub holds me and my dad is trying to get this bat out of his hair. I am also screaming and crying. The nozzle finally falls out due to the all of the gyrations and jumping around. The bat flies out of my dad's hair and hangs off the hot water bottle again. My mom literally did a broad jump out of the tub holding me and runs out of the bathroom. Locking us into her bedroom. I remember the game warden coming that night, he arrived on an airboat which I thought was very cool, and he removed the bat. I wonder what he thought when he saw the enema bag hose and nozzle in the bathroom. As I said, it is still talked about to this day.
Author: Margaret
I was giving my husband an enema. He was laying on our bed on a towel and I was using a fleet syringe. I pushed the tip of the fleet into his butt and squeezed. My husband the joker sealed the tip closed and made a tiny hole in the bottom of the fleet bottle. When I squeezed the bottle a stream of water shot out of that hole and all over me. He thought that was so funny. Of course I did get him back later.
Author: Glen
Probably the time when I was in Junior High School, I had to do all of my enemas behind my Mom's back as she was completely anti-enema(at least for boys, and we were two boys!!) My Mom was at work, my brother knew what I was doing but, in that situation was unlikely to rat me out. I had, earlier in the day, made the mistake of talking to our NUT neighbor when I was walking the dog. This lady was not only a NUT, she was behind on a lot of the things she thought she was current on, not the least of which was cars.
She mentioned something, some little minor offense, I think it was the knocking down of a barricade at the end of a closed-off alley, but I wouldn't swear to it. She was sure it was our only-a-little-saner-than-she, dump truck driving neighbor from a block or so away. I told her, no it was two hippies in an old Ford. I DID see it, and the people did not live near by.
Once my Mom left for work, and my brother made plans to run around town with his friends. I used the opportunity to take a really strong Epsom Salt and Soapsuds enema. I had injected the first two-quart enema, and was in the retention phase, in knee-chest position. I had held it, maybe 5 minutes, and was shooting for 15. Next thing I know, the NUT neighbor comes practically beating our door down demanding that I come out "Right NOW!" to identify the car parked nearby as the culprit in the barricade incident. I begged for 10 minutes, but she was having none of it! It had to be "RIGHT NOW" I threw some clothes on, and went to look. It was almost a full block away, and when I got there, right year, right color, but guess what? It was a Dodge!!!
I explained that to her as quickly as I could, and ran back inside. I was very lucky not to dribble, or WORSE! I got to the toilet as quickly as I could, Managed to not give her enough info to rat me out (she was worse than my younger brother on that!!) I did throw up though!!
Not funny at the time, but looking back, I guess it is!!
Author: Bo
I was getting an enema from granny on my back and she fell asleep while the tip was in my but.
Author: Chip Lynn
When I was 9 or 10 I was at a drive in movie with an aunt and cousins in another town., I "pretended" to have popcorn by putting a rock in my mouth which I accidentally swallowed! My aunt took me home and gave me several enemas over the next day, which was humiliating to me., as no one but my mother had ever even seen me naked, let alone put a enema nozzle in my butt. Eventually, as my cousins and all in the house could hear, I passed the large rock with a loud "bang" in the toilet bowel, to the unrestrained laughter of all!
Author: Franklin Haas
This is not a funny enema story it is a funny suppository story. I was 6 and playing doctor with my sister who was 11. She stuck a crayon up my ass like it was a suppository. it did not come out and mom had to dig it out my ass. She wanted to know how a crayon got up there and I told her that I fell on my booty an it went up. I do not think she believed it but nothing more was said about it.
Author: Doug
One of the funniest enemas I got was by my sister who was reluctantly baby sitting me when I was about 7 or 8. My mom told her that if I didn't have a good BM by the time I was ready for bed to give me an enema.
Well I didn't have a BM so my sister decided to give me an enema. The problem was that she had two of her teen age girl friends at our house at the time.
Both girls wanted to watch my sister give me the enema, and I objected, but it didn't help. She got me undressed and made up the enema, and put my little naked body over her lap. When I got full, I told her I was cramping and had to go. She just said for me to hold it and take more like mine did when she gave me enemas. Well I decided that I could not take any more and pleaded with my sister and she said no, so I just let loose and the contents of my enema splashed out all over her lap and on the floor. She was really pissed and whacked me on the ass. I said I told you that I couldn’t hold any more. I got off her soiled lap and sat on the toilet and expelled what was left, while she went to change her cloths. Her two girl friends thought it was funny, but not my sister. So my sister told one of the girls to give me the rest of the enema. I really put up a commotion about it, but was soon over the lap of one of the girls, while the other girl was holding me down for the rest of the enema.
But, I wasn't through yet. When I was full, I said I had to get up, but the girl said that I hadn't taken all of the enema. Both of them were laughing about it when I decided to give them a bath, and I let loose again and washed down both of them. The girls whose lap I was over was really mad and spanked me for what I did. After about four whacks, I let loose again, which finally stopped the spanking and she got up and quickly tossed me on the toilet, cussing me as she as the results of my enema was dripping off her pants.
When my sister came back into the bathroom to see what all the commotion was about she was surprised to see her two girl friends removing their soaked pants and panties. I simply enjoyed the show telling them that when I had to go I had to go but no one would listen to me. The girls removed their really soiled cloths providing me with a good look at what a naked teen ager looked like. My sister was mad at me, saying that she was going to tell mom what happened. I told her that I didn't care, and that mom would probably scold her for letting her two friends give me an enema. She said OK, she wouldn't tell mom if I didn't.
I just watched the two girls get their naked bodies into the shower, as my sister cleaned up the mess. She started laughing about it, and pretty soon the girls were laughing about it as well, but not much as I was.
It hadn't been that bad for me, and I got the extra benefit of seeing my sister’s two naked girl friends who were apparently not embarrassed about displaying their nakedness in front of me. As they got out of the shower, I got another good look at them as they dried off and laughed about it along with my sister and me.
Author: Kenny
This may not be as funny as the others but it made me laugh. This happened in the 70's. I was selling Kirby vacuum cleaners door to door. I knocked on the door of my next potential sale and I heard her yell to come in. The door was unlocked so I walked in. I didn't see anyone around and yelled out if anyone was home. A woman's voice said to come on back, so I did. Her voice directed me into the bedroom and when I entered she was on the bed taking an enema from a pink pumpkin bag. The bag was hanging from the light fixture on a rope. Needless to say when she saw me she start to scream and tell me to get out. I quickly left, not knowing what the heck was going on, I figured I was going to get fired, but nothing happened. I'm not sure if she was expecting someone else or what. I thought it was funny.
Author: chris33
Well, it didn't seem that funny at the time, but there can't be many other people who managed to ruin the kitchen floor while getting an enema, so I must get points for that! I was about 14 at the time, and as I've said before on here my mom was fastidious about giving me an enema once a week, on Saturday mornings. I was pretty well-trained on enemas and took them without complaint, normally giving myself enough time to be given one before I needed to go out anywhere. On one occasion though, there was a last-minute change of plan with my friends, who wanted to go swimming a bit earlier than we'd planned. They knew nothing about my enemas and I couldn't think of another excuse, so I agreed and told my mom that I didn't have time for the enema. She coolly informed me that I wasn't setting foot outside until she cleaned me out, and that I should know that by now. Normally I was given a series of 3 enemas on my back and it always took about an hour, so after a bit of arguing she compromised and suggested a quick plain single enema over her knee.
She filled the bag with plain warm water and I unbuckled my jeans and allowed her to place me tummy-down over her lap. I was small for my age, so I still couldn't touch the floor with my feet or my hands, but my feet were only an inch above the floor. Anyway, she stuck the nozzle in and opened the clamp. Being in a hurry she ended up letting it flow too fast, and I cramped and squirmed on her lap, kicking my feet hard against the floor several times as I moved. Mom shut off the water, let it pass and then started again, but I cramped and kicked the floor again as I wriggled around, trying to ease the cramps. My jeans were round my ankles so I couldn't see that bit of floor, and mom held me more firmly and finished the enema slowly. I didn't cramp again, and got up and expelled the water into the toilet. As I buckled my belt I heard her shout my name, so I ran back into the kitchen and saw her staring, speechless, at the floor. Right under where my feet had been were maybe a dozen dents and gouges in the new linoleum we'd had put down last month. Neither of us could understand it until I looked at my feet. I was wearing my cowboy boots, on which the pointed toes had little metal tips on the soles to prevent wear. Trouble was, months of wear had made the edge of the metal tip sharp, and the pointed edge had dug into the floor when I'd kicked it. A massive screaming match followed. Mom blamed me for kicking the floor. I blamed her for making me cramp. She blamed me for making her rush. I blamed her for having the metal tips fitted to my boots. She blamed me for wearing out the leather soles on the last identical pair too fast. I blamed her for giving me the damn enema in the first place. She grounded me and sent me up to my room, where I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling.
After I'd stewed up there for half an hour and we'd both calmed down, mom came up and told me she was sorry she'd shouted at me, but it was new lino and my dad would be furious. Sulkily, I said "Tell him Barney (our cat) thought it was a slice of American cheese and chewed it." Her face tightened and I thought she was going to blow up again, but then she grinned and rubbed my hair. "You've always got a smarty-pants remark, haven't you? When did I raise my boy to be a comedian??" I grinned too, and she sat on the bed and gave me a big hug, holding me for a few minutes while we both said sorry. I don't know what she said to my dad, but 15 years later the marks are still there and it has never been mentioned again!
Author: Joan A
Well, in retrospect, I guess this is fairly amusing, though it didn't seem like it at the time. Especially to Mom.
I was maybe 10, and getting an enema. Somehow, the tip apparently wasn’t adequately tight in the fitting and came loose. With about a quart in me and a quart still in the bag, water shooting out of the end of the hose and out of the tip which was still planted in my rectum. I was pretty messy. As I say - it didn't seem that amusing then, but looking back...
Author: Elaine
I was on the toilet and mom was getting ready to give me an enema. She filled the bag and discovered the hose was split! I was glad for obvious reasons. Later that day our neighbor came to watch me when mom went out to the store. When she retuned she had bought a brand new combo syringe. I got the enema when the neighbor left.
Author: Kathy H
"Left Holding the Bag" My story isn't as funny as the others that have been posted, but while it was not at all funny when it happened I look back on it as being funny. Mom had given me about 1/2 a bag of soap suds enema on my bed, when the door bell rang, it was my mother's sister. Mom invited her into the living room where they talked and talked. I was hoping mom would not tell her about my enema as I lay on the bed with the enema clapped off, but the tube still in my rear. The enema started to cramp, but I kept telling my self that if I held it a little while longer my aunt would leave. I did not want her to know anything about my enema. The noise and smell from the bathroom would be a sure give away. The cramps got worse and worse. Aunt, please go home, please, please. They kept talking and talking in the living room. Soon I could wait no longer. I pulled the tube out and ran down the hall to the bathroom. I let the enema out as quietly as I could, and the smell ... I could not help it. I flushed the toilet and went back to my bedroom. Eventually my aunt left. Mom came back to my room and made a joke about me being left "holding the bag". I did NOT think it was at all funny! Mom gave me the rest of the enema. I never heard anything from my aunt (or anyone else) about that "interrupted enema".
Author: Cyndy Rhein
This may not be funny to you and at the time it wasn't but now when I think of it, I laugh. It happened 2 years ago. My son was 4 years old. I was sitting in the living room with my mother in law and my father in law the pastor when Kyle, my son came naked into the living room dragging my douche bag behind him by the hose. He said that he couldn't kaka and wanted mommy to squirt water in his boo boo which is what he called his bottom. I was very embarrassed and turned red. My mother in law looked at me with an expression that could only be described as shock and horror and my father in law turned red as well. What's a mother to do.
Author: Brad
Probably the time when I was 11 and was about to get one, the nozzle was already in me and when mom opened the clamp nothing went into me and she did not notice that the hose came out on the bottom of the hot water bottle and all the soapy water ran into the tub and on the floor, of course the problem was taken care of and the hose put back on and the bag filled up again for me.
Author: Beau
My funniest moment was when I was 18. My little brother, aged 13, was kept home from school that day because of a bad flu. I just walked into bathroom to pee without knocking. There was my little bro over moms knee getting an enema, he was wearing a tee-shirt and socks only. She was using our enema bag and from the looks of it, had put about half into him. When I opened the door, he was as usual, kicking and begging her to stop, that he was full. As soon as he saw me, he started to really yell for me to GET OUT nad twisting and struggling to get up. Well mom keep him over her lap but the nozzle slipped out and he water from the bag sprayed everywhere, worst he did not hold what was in him and he ejected all over the bathroom floor. She ordered me out and not to return, I apologized and left. I waited down the hall, she cleaned up the mess and refilled the bag and told him to get across her lap again. He REALLY screamed during that one! I later went in to use the toilet after it was all over, the bag was hung up on the shower curtain to dry as usual and I noticed she had changed to the big douche nozzle
Author: Beverly
This happened 45 years ago to my son who was 5 years old at the time. He had a bad case of colic and the doctor prescribed a warm enema. I put him on his back and held his legs up as I gave him the enema. When I pulled the nozzle out of his rectum he must have had a little too much pressure and squirted a stream of water right into my face. It was awful and did it ever smell. Lucky for me it was all liquid. From then forward I gave him the nickname Squirt, and even now I still call him that. It's our little in joke. I switched to giving him enemas over my knee after that.
Author: May L.
This story should take the prize. It happened a long time ago. I was giving my daughter Brittney an enema as she laid on my bed as usual when my son Jason who was 3 at the time came into the bedroom and pulled the nozzle out of Brit's bottom and stuck it into his mouth. (YUCK!) I quickly grabbed it out of his mouth and threw it down onto the bed. Scratch one comforter as the water jetted out all over it. I grabbed Jason and ran him into the bathroom and poured mouthwash into his mouth and called the emergency room nurse. She started to laugh and said he should be fine and to watch him for any fever that may develop. Thank god nothing did develop but it makes for an interesting anecdote at family gatherings. By the way Brit is married now with three kids and Jason who just turned 35 works for the Syracuse fire department. If you know who he is, don't tell him I shared this story with the world.