College Student's Enema Experience with a Nurse

When I was a junior in college I had to go to the health clinic on a Saturday afternoon due to severe stomach pains.

When I arrived there, I was taken to an examination room and told by the nurse to take my shirt off and sit on the padded exam table. In a few minutes a male doctor came in, pulled up a stool, and asked me some questions about my symptoms. He then said that he was going to examine me and asked me to take off my tan walking shorts, socks, and tennis shoes.

He then had me lay down on the padded exam table wearing only my white briefs. He then began to press down on different areas of my stomach. He then pulled down my white briefs so that most of my blonde pubic hair was showing. He examed my lower abdominal area, asked me some questions about my recent eating habits and the amount of water I was drinking, and then had me get off the table and take off my white briefs.

He then examined my large circumcised penis, rolled my testacles in his hand, and had me cough several times. This was followed by having to get up on the exam table, lay on my side, and endure a rectal thermometer and a digital exam of my anus.

After examining me, he told me that I was severely constipated and needed to be given several enemas. He then had me put on a thin hospital gown that opens at the back, and then he had me lay on my side on the padded exam table.

He then left the room, and in a little while a very attractive middle aged nurse came in the room with some enema equipment. I become red in the face and felt very embarrassed when she opened up the back of the gown and had me raise my right leg up and put my right foot on the top of the table in front of my left leg that was laying flat against the top of the table. She thus had a clear view of my bottom, penis, and testicles.

I can remember the feeling of latex gloves on her hands as she pulled my butt cheeks apart, lubricated my anus, and gave me a series of enemas. During the treatment I felt myself becoming aroused and my penis becoming hard and erect as she administered the enemas and massaged my abdominal area with her right hand.

I found myself becoming submissive and just following whatever instructions she gave me. As the abdominal pain started to go away I found that I looked foward to her pouring more enema solution into my anus. She did not say much during the treatment and did not comment on my erection which I am sure that she could see. I am curious as to what experiences others have had with a female nurse.

I have had somewhat of the same experience. It was even worst because my family used the same doctors office and the nurse somewhat knew me by the family name. What a bummer.

To make it short i got an enema from someone who knows most of my family, and this was a turn on afterward. Oh yes, she did ask me if i was OK..as i had the biggest erection possible from all of it. I guess the same goes for me, i like enemas and erections and anyone who does.

Didn't have any college enema experience with nurse. My college enemas were limited to the ones I snuck early in the morning in the end stall of a quiet college men's room. I do enjoy the stiff erection as part of enjoying the enema.

I was in college in the 60's. Occasionally, I would manage to sneak an enema in the dorm. Once I moved off campus, enemas were easier. One time I was sick and had to go to the infirmary. Even though this was a large state school, the infirmary was filthy. After being there a couple of days, I needed an enema badly. They had a dirty looking enema can hanging from a coat rack in the bathroom. I figured that nozzle had been in 1000's of asses and I was determined it was not going in mine, even though i needed it. Every time a nurse asked if I'd had a BM, I said I had.

As an undergrad I lived in dorms on campus. Never took enemas there.

In grad school, I had a small apartment. And I enjoyed many enemas there. I even had a very small Samsonite briefcase that I kept my bag and hose in.

Since I grew up enjoying enemas I took my enema bag with me to college and would wait till late at night and head to the bathroom and fill the bag and go to the last stall and enjoy an enema. I think the excitement came form the thought of being caught, standing in front of the sink with a red enema bag in my hand filling it to the top.

I have heard of college students being very constipated after eating dorm food for awhile. I'm sure more than one got a fleet from the school nurse. This is a hot scenario for me. Fess up here

Several times when I was a college student, I became constipated and didn't have a bowel movement for several days. I was worried I might become ill as I did once at home. I knew the solution was an enema but I lived in a dormitory with no bathroom privacy. There was a clinic on campus and I thought of going there in hopes a nurse would give me an enema. However, I was not bold enough to do that. At that point in my life, I was one of those who thought I was the only human being who got turned on by enemas and thus was embarrassed to talk to anyone about enemas. Fortunately, I always eventually had a bowel movement before becoming ill. I wish I could have a do-over on that one.

Pardon the length and detail in this true (blushing) confessions story – when I was in college "first timer" described me perfectly in many areas of life including enemas and seeing my first totally nude male other than my little brother when he was a baby.

My first experience with enemas was as a young adult away from home for the first time while a freshman at college. There is the compact version of the story I tell reluctantly generally, but here I give the detailed version I don’t generally share since I know the many Klysmatic kinksters (better term maybe?) here on Zity live for those sorts of details.

So, those 30+ years ago at age 18 as a naïve college co-ed, I was adjusting to many things, including the college cafeteria. I was eating a great deal of starchy material at the time and more junk food than I would like to admit. I very much disliked meat to start with and college meat in particular. Vegetables and fruits were the commercially canned variety and I preferred mom’s home canned variety so I skimped on those too. The net result was often something like a peanut butter sandwich and I was surviving just eating junk day to day. Busy as I was, I did not really even notice the lack of real bowel movements until I began to feel occasional cramping in the abdomen, but figured it was just adjusting to college life. I didn’t keep track of days but pretty soon I was in acute discomfort. Being constipated never occurred to me until it got so bad I went to the school clinic for some relief. Things became worse I went to see the college nurse (probably LPN level at my small college). I was fearing something serious or even fatal with the painful stomach cramps I was having. The nurse felt the abdomen and eventually made a call to the retired on-call doctor who came for the more “serious cases”. The on-call doctor came in to again feel my abdomen – applying some pressure and then began to ask questions about bowel movements and diet. I gradually realized the significant dietary changes I’d had in the last few months. I realized too that I could not remember my last bowel movement and told him it felt like I’d had to push much harder than normal for a while to go at all. He nodded knowingly and explained that the way I’d been eating since starting college was probably the primary contributing factor and he suspected I needed a bowel movement and had let it go too long. He explained the nurse would give me “medication” which he said was a fleet and he’d order a test at the hospital just to make sure it was not something worse. He wanted to know if I was familiar with enemas. I told him I knew what they were since I had an aunt about my age that lived with my grandparents who had learning disabilities. One day when I was visiting my grandparents, she had shown me a red enema bag and proceeded to say she hated it and put it in the trash. I was soon to add my own first hand learning to her description I lay on the bed in the back room of the clinic. Before I laid down nurse “Hazel” explained the procedure and how to lay down in the Simms position and said I needed to take everything off below the waist and put on the gown. This gown barely reached the bottom of my cheeks and since the opening was in the back didn’t cover all that much. The nurse had me lay on my side with one knee bent, leg raised and explained she’d be injecting the medication into my anus thru what was called a “fleet enema” and I’d feel the urge to go to the bathroom probably very soon and just to go to the bathroom attached to the room as needed and then get dressed again and come out to tell her it had worked. She proceeded to spread my cheeks with one hand as she inserted the nozzle into me with the other. I felt her squeezing the solution in and it felt like I was impaled on the end of the enema. I was afraid to move as she told me to breath in with her calm nurse voice and she told me everything was going in just fine. In truth, IT WORKED both quickly and efficiently butt also embarrassingly complete with cramps as my body tightened in spasms of reaction. She had told me to try for 5 minutes as she left the room but said if I had to go to just go. The cramping became so bad I jumped up and ran to the toilet. I gave a big push and all the waste that had been clogging my bowels for a week left in a hurry. I remember thinking that I hoped NO ONE else was in the clinic or could hear anything. I sat on the potty for quite a while but reported back to nurse Hazel who was waiting patiently with a back-up enema that the results had been good, but I was much better, keeping her from repeating the process. The subsequent hospital tests showed no cause for concern. The nurse met with me after the hospital tests came back and stressed the need for variety in diet and asked if I would be open to working with her in recommending some changes to the food service menu so that they could include some healthy alternative options for myself and for all students who deserved some healthy choices in foods. (The school cafeteria service company instituted some changes to the menu including a salad bar and greater frequency/variety in fresh fruits.) The nurse advised me to watch bowel movements for a while and to use Metamucil as needed if I went more than 2 days or so without a bowel movement again. She reminded me of the importance of eating from all food groups even if I did not like them all. She stressed that if I did get badly constipated to be sure to come in for an enema. I can imagine the blush on my cheeks during that conversation and the whole experience has grown very foggy in my memory (repressed probably!) after all these years until I began reading (and reliving!) this thread. The fleet enema experience has stayed in the back of my mind for over 35 years until I began exploring bag enemas and various threads on Zity. I think I must still be blushing!

Mmm. Loved this true tale, @anng

My first experience with enemas was as a young adult away from home for the first time while a freshman at college. Busy as I was, I did not really even notice the lack of bowel movements. The nurse felt the abdomen and eventually made a call to the retired on-call doctor who came for the more “serious cases”. I gradually realized the significant dietary changes I’d had in the last few months. I realized too that I could not remember my last bowel movement . He explained the nurse would give me “medication” which he said was a fleet and he’d order a test at the hospital just to make sure it was not something worse. He wanted to know if I was familiar with enemas. I told him I knew what they were . Before I laid down nurse “Hazel” explained the procedure and how to lay down in the Simms position and said I needed to take everything off below the waist and put on the gown. This gown barely reached the bottom of my cheeks and since the opening was in the back didn’t cover all that much. The nurse had me lay on my side with one knee bent, leg raised and explained she’d be injecting the medication into my anus thru what was called a “fleet enema” and I’d feel the urge to go to the bathroom probably very soon and just to go to the bathroom attached to the room as needed and then get dressed again and come out to tell her it had worked. She proceeded to spread my cheeks with one hand as she inserted the nozzle into me with the other. I felt her squeezing the solution in and it felt like I was impaled on the end of the enema. I was afraid to move as she told me to breath in with her calm nurse voice and she told me everything was going in just fine. In truth, IT WORKED both quickly and efficiently butt also embarrassingly complete with cramps as my body tightened in spasms of reaction. She had told me to try for 5 minutes as she left the room but said if I had to go to just go. The cramping became so bad I jumped up and ran to the toilet. I gave a big push and all the waste that had been clogging my bowels for a week left in a hurry. I remember thinking that I hoped NO ONE else was in the clinic or could hear anything. I sat on the potty for quite a while but reported back to nurse Hazel who was waiting patiently with a back-up enema that the results had been good, but I was much better, keeping her from repeating the process. The subsequent hospital tests showed no cause for concern.

What was the follow up test?

What was the follow up test?

@Moppys_jalopy The test was one of those things you had to be there and live to tell about and I’m not telling! (Besides which I am old enough to not be able to recall specifics!)

When my nieces five year old son got constipated eleven years ago, his Pediatrician send him to the Hospital for a tummy X-ray. He was stoped up Cecum to Rectum. He got warm water salt and baking soda enemas once a day for the next five days on Pediatricans orders. Needless to say, his mother changed his diet, which was the worst part too him.

My one digital rectal exam in college was done by a very young male doctor, probably an intern. Too bad no female nurse for me.

But some years later I had my first enema at a doctors office, done by a very professional female nurse. She was very discreet, only opening the back of the gown slightly as she lubricated my anus and inserted the nozzle. I got an erection but she never noticed.

@Moppys_jalopy The test was one of those things you had to be there and live to tell about and I’m not telling! (Besides which I am old enough to not be able to recall specifics!)

Does the test have the word "Barium" in it?

In college I spent a lot of time in zero privacy!

That means zero enemas.

As a result during my Freshman and first semester of my sophomore year I could only take them when I went home on break.

My school was one that did not really have a medical school of it's own, so my contact with nurses was limited and that is likely more good than bad.

By my Junior year I was living on campus and had a little more privacy. I was able to take two rounds of 3 quart enemas.

By my Senior year I was so busy I had to resort to Fleet Enemas twice. Only got in one 3-qt enema.

Fortunately no one knew about my enemas. Or at least no one who would let me know that they knew.

Mmm. Loved this true tale, @anng

That was a pretty interesting story. I just read it again!

That was a pretty interesting story. I just read it again!

Thanks @Moppys_jalopy! . . .That’s still my story and I am sticking to it with sufficient details as they are!

Fun story…