What was your first enema like?

I was usually bent over, receiving a long skinny glycerin suppository,

If that didn't work within a few minutes, the bulb came out, the basin was filled with very soapy water, and the injections started.

Later, I graduated to the enamelware irrigator, full of soapy water, hung on the wall hook, with the attached rubber rectal tube.

Always good results with that equipment.

I was around 12 , i discovered an 8oz bulb syringe buried in the back of the bathroom closet and i asked my older sister what it was and i remember i couldn't wait to fill it with water and stick it in my bum , now i must have not been very bright back then because i didn't know you filled it by squeezing it to draw the water in and i remember pulling off the nozzle and filling it from the faucet and it took for ever , anyway once i stuck it in my bum and squeezed the bulb it was a feeling like no other and i instantly knew i would be doing this every time i went into the bathroom and once i discovered you filled it by squeezing and drawing the water in it was like i discovered the reason why we are here on earth , People we are really lucky to have discovered the love and beauty of the enema , it's like my god people have no clue what they are missing , those poor souls

Christmas night I gotten pulled out of bed, along with my older brother (5 & 6 years old), into the bathroom where mom was holding a red bulging bag and a long red hose.

A gift wrapped item that had been opened that morning from under the tree. When I had asked what it was, mom had replied, “ you will find out tonight”!

Well I did find out what is was while sitting on the toilet, with a pointy, stick like thing up my butt, which i had to hold in place, since it was coated with cold cream and slippery. I distinctly remember the metal click sound and the feeling full and needing to poop, when i told mom she said “ hold it in or you will get the “belt” ! So I hung on for about half the bag and then heard another click and told to pull out the stick thingy. Now poop, she said…and boy did I ever.

Interesting however, that Christmas experience has led to 72 years of enema fun and games! 🤪

Mine was a good experience. The only thing which might have helped was an explanation of what was about to happen, but being 4 or 5 years old, I probably wouldn't have understood anyway. That being said, I was led into my grandparents bathroom and helped out of my clothes. Being fully naked, I was then told to lay down on the bathroom floor, face down, ass up. If I remember correctly, the bag was already hanging from the towel rack, not even a quarter full. The enema tube was then slid into my butt. It was an unusual feeling, but not uncomfortable. Then my grandmother clicked open the hose clamp to let the water run into my clogged colon. It was only a couple of pints, but I felt full. Once enough water poured into me, my grandmother closed the hose clamp, pulled out the nozzle and told me to get on the toilet to expel. To my great relief, the water came out along with the waste that was clogging me up. I never felt better as my belly quit aching. From then on, I liked enemas. I never complained whenever I got one, as I knew how I would feel after it was over.

The first thing I remember well was when I was 6 years old. My aunt brought me to the reception, but it was too late, the reception had already ended. She asked the nurse to do what I was prescribed, the nurse refused. I looked at the pear on the table, orange with a thick white tip. Somewhere in my subconscious, thoughts about its appointment flashed, but for some reason, out of childish naivety, I rejected this and thought that I had thought of it.

I thought it was something neutral, like a massage or cupping. I myself came up and asked the nurse to do this with me. She seems surprised by this. She said that I was a very good boy, stroked my head and that she would give me a procedure.My aunt smiled too. The nurse grabbed me under the armpits and put me on the table with my stomach. She pulled up my T-shirt, and even then I didn't think anything of the sort.

Then she pulled off my pants along with my panties. And then she just took it, spread my legs apart and pulled me to her. She undressed me and did all this with very familiar movements, she often had to do this with children. It was very unexpected, discouraging. I experienced great embarrassment and burning shame, which intensified even more when, looking around, I saw a smiling aunt and a nurse holding a pear. She, apparently, as usual, took one cheek away from me and quickly inserted a pear. I didn't even have time to react. In the intestines rumbled, rumbled, and in the priest it began to itch. I whimpered and even cried a little, but not from pain, there was no pain, but from shame and probably from itching in the ass too.

My aunt and nurse consoled me. It looks like someone was stroking my buttocks. The nurse after several infusions took a break and again. This went on for about 15 minutes. Then they got a pear. I was taken off the table, I crossed my legs, it seems, in order to cover at least a little member. Although there was a toilet, they put me on the potty. It was very humiliating. They watched everything that happened.I went home upset. I knew that I was scheduled for a two-week treatment. Although I was not told, I suspected that the treatment would always be like this.

I have said this in other posts. My first memory in my life was being given an enema. I was maybe 3. I vaguely remember a blue rubber bulb with a black tip on it sitting on the sink in the bathroom. My parents stripped me and laid me on a large towel on the bathroom floor. I was not alarmed at all as this was normal when they changed my pants and cleaned me up. I giggled as my mom tickled me. It all was normal. Then I felt them wipe my bottom. Again I was still not alarmed at all. I felt a cool sensation between my legs which was them probably putting Vaseline or something like that around my butthole. Still I was not alarmed much. Then it changed quickly. I felt something being pressed up my butt hole. I reacted as you would expect. I fussed and cried. As I fussed I started to bounce my body on the floor as I cried. I still vividly remember bouncing up and down while fussing trying to get what was in my butt hole out. I remember it was a feeling I never forgot. It was like I was shockingly doing the F ***ing motion at this very young age while I was being given an enema. I really believe even if this memory is foggy at best I got hooked from this day on from this experience. I know it sounds odd but its how it all happened for me. It was all imprinted in my brain from this point...

I've mentioned getting lots of super strong bulb enemas made of Ivory flakes that was dissolved in very hot water,,,, As I grew older I became aware of the enema bag and knew it was only a matter of time before I'd be getting it. Oh, if only to relive the scene of that first time of being called into the bathroom and instead of seeing a bulb sitting in the sink; but to see instead the open-top red fountain syringe hanging from the shower rod! I'm not sure why, but my reaction was one of inward defiance; telling myself I was going to defeat that enema. Crazy, funny to think... So rather than protesting I simply followed orders and got into position on the bathroom floor, and closed my eyes. I remember the different feeling produced by a nozzle connected to tubing... and of course hearing that "click" of the metal clamp being snapped open and the pop of the enema solution being to flow into me! What clearly stands out is how as it began to go into me, I thought "oh this isn't bad, I can take this" .... I kept thinking that but then the cramps began and....

The earliest I can recall I around age 5. I recall being naked laying across moms lap while she injected hot soapy water into my bottom using a 16 ounce douche syringe. I liked the feeling of the big nozzle stretching my small anus. At the age of 5 I only got 3 bulbs but the volume increased as I got older. I loved the feeling of being naked bot that ended when I began getting erections. Then I received my enemas laying on my tummy.

A bit of a disaster, actually. I was sixteen and doctor recommended a tap water enema and she gave me directions on what to buy and how to do it. I was extremely nervous as I had never had one and at the time there was an ewwww factor for me. Got the bag filled with warm water, check. Purged the air out, check. Lubricate the nozzle, check. Lie on a towel on my left side, check. Insert nozzle... wow... weird... intense, but check. Open the clamp.

Nothing's happening... oh wait.... oh my god... I HAVE TO GO RIGHT NOW. I pulled out the nozzle; forgot the shut off clamp; sat on the toilet; saw the huge wet spot growing on the towel; it had to wait for nature; flush; rush to the bag and it falls off the shower handle where I had hung it. Two quarts of water everywhere.

I cleaned everything up and tried again. This time it went a little better. That was the start of a life-long relationship with the enema bag.

Ooo. Very special, from the school matron. She was very thorough, but also gentle and kind. I ended up squatting on a large china chamber pottie with my bowels very definitely moving. The start of, now, almost sixty years of klysmo.

I was once told by mom that I had a prolapsed rectum when I was a toddler. And that's why you should always pay attention to a soft bowel movement.

I can consciously remember enemas from around the age of five.

The first enema I consciously received was because of a picture book and not because of a constipation. I retreat to the toilet in the bathroom as I felt safe there to be undisturbed by my two brothers who often teased me.

Eventually Mom looked in and asked, "Are you okay?"

Me: "Yes, yes!"

Mom: "yes, yes?" ; and disappeared. But only to reappear after a few minutes with her dreaded enamel bowl filled with the horrid milky broth.

I had to kneel down in front of the toilet, mom sat down on the closed toilet seat, took the red one-piece rubber bulb out of the cupboard... despite my violent protests and shouting, everything happened very quickly...

The rubber ball wandered between the enamel bowl and my asshole until the whole soapy broth was in my intestines, which all wanted to throw up again quickly.

Afterward, Mom always gave me two equal-sized enemas with plain water. I liked them because the burning in my ass subsided.

Today my red witch and I act out these situations from time to time. Ever since we came across the OHN soaps, even more often

I don't remember my very first enema because it probably happened when I was 2 or 3, based on what I saw happen with my younger brothers. But there are several other "first enemas" that I do remember. I was about 8 when I first gave myself an enema. Mom had given me a small enema and set the bulb on the edge of the sink and left the room while I sat on the pot. Seeing that bulb just sitting there was irresistible. There was still water in the sink so after I got rid of the water she had given me I refilled the bulb and gave myself another squirt or two. My first bag enema was when I was 10 and staying at grandma's while my youngest brother was born. She only made me take about half of the bag but it was still the largest enema I had to that time. I liked it! Of course I remember the first enema my wife gave me, and I gave her, after lots of coaxing with a little begging and some alcohol too.

I don't have a direct memory of my mom giving me bum bulbs, but I know she did. When I was five I remember her giving my sister the bum bulb, my sister was three at the time. It was an infant bulb. The reason I knew I had gotten the enema as well was I had a memory of the water being expelled and the tingling in my rectum. I also some how knew that a bum bulb and an enema were the same thing.

The first enema I have a direct memory of is one given in the hospital before a tonsillectomy. I was probably 10 or 11. My dad gave me a transistor radio which I had wanted for a long time. It had a one piece ear phone so I could listen without disturbing others. I was very excited to be able to get home and brag to my friends, transistor radios were still quite rare and expensive at that time. Just when I was settling in the nurse came to my room and got me, escorting me to a very large bathroom/treatment room. There was a large porcelain tub with towels laid on the bottom of it and a a shelf/ sitting area on the end with a porcelain irrigator and a hose attached. The enema can was filed with a milky white solution. No rectal nozzle was on the hose.

The nurse simply said "I'm going to give you an enema now, have you ever had one before?" I said yes and she told me to take my panties off all the way and lay down on the towels in the bath tub. She started humming and I heard rustling and other noises for what seemed like a long time. Although I couldn't see what was going on, I assume she unwrapped the rectal nozzle from a autoclaved wrapper and lubricated it. She then suddenly said "take a real deep and hold it." I was aware of this since a friend had said that's what his mother did when she gave him an enema. I then felt her part my cheeks, there was an immediate insertion then a click, a small amount of air and a rush of soapy water. She never told me I could start breathing again, but started a conversation about my family, so I concluded I could breath normally. The enema proceeded for a long time, the water just kept coming. I really didn't feel cramping or any urgency, then she said "let me know when you have to go potty". Suddenly I realized I really had to go and told her "I have to go right now". She discontinued the enema and told me not to flush the toilet. I pooped more than I think I ever had, and had the tingling in my bottom that I remembered from the bum bulb. That is probably the experience which got me hooked.

I asked my mom later about the enema, and she said they always give you one before any kind of surgery.

Can’t remember the first one as it probably happened at early age. The one what I have some hazy memories is from age 5 or 6. I got a suppository from mom most probably due to constipation. I was sitting on the enge of the bed in my pajama when I heard mom and aunty talking outside. Next moment mom came in and told me to follow her to the bathroom as she want to give me an enema. Once arrived saw aunty with the red bulb in her hand. From there all went super fast. My pijama bottom was removed, I was placed on the diaper table on my back, mom lifted my legs and immediately felt the nozzle and the warm water. Had even no time to cry.

When I was 9, I had surgery and in those days, the night before, unknown to me, you got one! A very pretty young nurse came in with a bag full of water, which meant nothing to me at the time. In retrospect, it was probably a quart, which for a 9 year old was MORE than enough. She asked me to get on my hands and knees facing away from her on the bed and then she took down my pajama bottoms. This was the first time I can recall in my life where I was exposed in front of anyone other than family. She pulled back my legs a few inches and then pushed on my butt, to get me in the classic knee chest, but I was on my hands and she use a commanding voice, for the first time and ordered, "on you elbows!" I shifted position, and then my ass pointed almost upward. She then touched my anus with a bit of lube. I was surprised she did it, but also because I think I experienced my first real arousal? She then said, this wont hurt, and I felt the tip, of what was a thin continuous tube. As she slid in the hose, I could feel a bit of friction at my opening and I also felt it advancing up. I doubt she put in more than a few inches, but it felt like A Lot more to me 😢 She then let it rip, or at least that's how it felt. It was a tad cold and I started to feel full, at one point she said, we are almost done, telling me I was doing very well and then instructed me on how to do cleansing breaths. It might only have been a couple of minutes and she announced the bag's empty, good job! She told me to hold it for 5 minutes according to the clock on the wall, then she left and in about 5, came back, to take me to a bathroom down the hall! When I got to the bathroom, I wasn't desperate to go, but once I started, I thought it would never stop 😢. She checked on me twice, and when I was sure that I was EMPTY, I went back to the room.

I have had a few more medical related enemas in my life, but that first one, I remember so vividly! For me, the biggest affect was that I sort of identified more with my nameless nurse. I never saw her prior to the enema and didn't see her again before my release, pardon the turn of words 😃. That was probably a coincidence, but perhaps not, who knows what hospital protocols were at the time? Anyway, this mysterious giver, almost an erotic apparition, intrigued me so that it moved me very much into the giver mode. 😃. It's the thing that I most enjoy creating for others. Acting almost like an instrument of their thoughts and fantasies! It's not about demonstrating control, though sometimes that is necessary as part of their scenario, it's best for me, being the deliverer of their desires.

Has anyone had enemas as a teenager with a bulb ? For example 5-6 pieces in a row ?

Well I was getting enemas growing up till about 10/11 and I remember hating each and every one fussing and crying I didn't want them at all ...but crazy thing ones they stopped I slowly started craving them and soon after I started sneaking them solo .

I remember my first solo enema I was so nervous and confused I was giving myself an enema that I always hated.

I remember feeling that flow of warm water filling me I couldn't understand why I was enjoying this

I can't remember my first enema. As I have written elsewhere, I do remember fragments of getting enemas as a young child. All of them are remembered fondly as I believe my mom made the effort to have them be a positive and non-traumatic experience. What I can say as a certainty was that those enemas stopped when I was seven years old because my mom and dad separated and divorced and I ended up living with my dad. My mom never gave me another enema after that and my dad didn't give me enemas, either. Though, if my dad had thought of enemas as being "punishment," I'm sure we would have gotten many hot, soapy enemas as part of our corporal punishment.

The first enema I gave myself occurred after a red, open-top, two-quart bag appeared in the shower. It had a red hose, black screw-on nozzles, and (as I recall) a chrome clamp that was an on/off design and not one where you could control the flow rate. When it appeared in the shower (I was probably 11 or 12 years old), it was equipped with a long, curved, fluted fountain style douche nozzle. There were two other nozzles were in the bathroom medicine cabinet/mirror in the bathroom. It didn't take me long to figure out what I could do with the bag and the nozzle and the first time I filled myself with warm water while in the shower was simply magical. I loved the sensation of the warm water filling me and it made my "boy penis" erect. I hadn't discovered orgasms yet. All I knew was it felt very very warm and very, very good.

Of course, I filled myself with the whole bag and I quickly discovered the other part of enemas...the need to expel the liquid along with the contents of my bowels. No one was praising me for being such a good boy for doing this. And though messy, it was almost as much fun as the filling. I remember sitting on the toilet in the bathroom while all this water poured out of me. I had to do it again! And so I did. It felt good the second time, both filling and releasing. And then a third time. I noticed the expelled water getting clearer with each filling and expulsion. I think I did four, 2-quart enemas that first time and I stopped only because I realized that I was using a lot of water and time and it might become suspect.

I could hardly wait to do it the next time I was in the shower and it became part of my shower routine. Of course, I started to experiment with just how much water I could take and quickly found that I could easily take 3-quarts. Eventually, I worked my way up to 5-quarts. After that, I found it difficult to hold a larger volume with that curved black nozzle. Thankfully, I was in the shower if I couldn't hold it and I would let the flood out of my bowels down the shower drain.

That's how it started for me.

@Ene1994 Yes, it happened to me. The first time (which was also the first time I had an enema) I wasn't really a teenager, I must have been 8 or 9 years old. I was playing doctor with a girl a few years older than me, we found an enema bulb and she had the idea to try it. I remember she prepared a bowl with warm water and soap and she squeezed several bulbs into me. The second time was one summer afternoon when I was 12, with a close friend. I told him I hadn't been to the toilet for a while and he suggested I have an enema and also in this case he used a bulb.

My mother never gave me an enema. I would occasionally find a bag hanging wet and empty in the bath tub. I used to try the nozzle out for size, because I liked the feel of it. When I was in college, I dove to my grandmother's place, as she passed away a year before. I when there and filled up a 2 qt bag, and hung it on a hook in the bathroom. I squatted down leaning against the bathroom cabinet, and inserted the nozzle. My hands were trembling as I did this, because I was about to take my first "full bag enema". I opened the clamp. I felt the rush of air, and I was startled momentarily. But then it smoothed out. And I felt the rush...I was hooked. Immediately. And I knew I would be for the rest of my life.i was about 19

For me the kink came before the deed (by way of medical fetish - sparked first by reading some old home health books from the 1940s, then by porn and erotic stories), but I wanted to try the"real thing" so I ordered a couple of disposable bags online and tried out a fairly small tap water enema in my university room when I was 21. Made sure to do it on a sunny summer's day when everyone else on my floor was out, so there was no risk of the shared bathroom being occupied at an awkward time!

Perhaps unsurprisingly given the origins of my kink I found the psychological aspects of it more erotic than the physical sensations - those were pleasant enough but not overtly sexual - for me, absent the psychological factor, an enema has always felt more like a massage or a facial - pleasant and sensual, but not a sexual act in and of itself.

My first in a series is one i look forward to and is the one that causes me to need more. I use, usually get water that is at least 5 or more degrees Fahrenheit cooler than my body, which runs hot most of the time, around 99 F. I get the nozzle rubbed up and down across my anxious need. When the coolness starts trickling in, that area with the hose in it will spasm & put a strangle hold on its hose so tight the flow completely stops. As its spasm begins to let go, the flow causes it to suck real hard again, and the flow gets squeezed off again and again with every spasm. Eventually the greatness of it all causes it to just relax a little and let it happen till another spasm lighter than at first causes it to begin a drinking cycle that shows as pulsing on its flow meter. i like it and begin to milk it till i lose control and start really getting a big tummy, causing me to leak heavily. She takes advantage of that and runs the hose up deeper till that urgency causing me to leak quits and i take my enema like a good boy, though still leaking a little onto the shower floor. The weight of the expansion causes me to open my eyes and look at my water pregnancy and pet on it. "Oh my, what have you done to me? Mmm, i like it. Stop the flow and let's weigh it on the scales before i popp!" Thanks to friends on Zity, she has learned to replace the hose with a fat plug that allows me to get up without losing it all. Likely, i will have at least 5 pounds sloshing inside. A few times with warmer water, I will show six or even seven pounds weighing heavily in my tummy, while my butt sucks on the stopper, my girl has nicely worked into me. She is good at that and sometimes likes to practice getting it in before i really even start getting full, at all... When she gets excited, she barks like a drill sergeant, fills me some more and goes for it again. She is clever like that. She has learned that playing with my boner does not help her stuff my butt though. Sometimes i think she likes making it difficult. She likes to holler and fuss, i think. My butt tries to cooperate, and that hollering does not help though. No, she has to slow sown, calm down and pet me, if she wants to get it in. She bought a soft plug that is almost 2 inches thick and even has a 1-1/4 thick neck. With that one in there, i can even strut around the house for her, after weighing on her scales. In the kitchen, she likes me to give it to her and holds out her hand to catch it. But grabs it and works on me with it sticking part way out, while i grunt and moan like a lowing cow. It gets my guts going and i beg to be let go. She will cram it up and brace it with her leg, while petting on my tummy, till my desperation passes and it is safe to take me to the pot. And then gets an even bigger enema ready saying, "Enema Party honey !!". Before she can get it going, even though it is ready, i will find her swollen clit and then, and then, and then,

Oh yea, Mmm, Hmm.

Momma gets weighted and bigged too, as daddy has his way, only a little different, yet with moaning and hollering, till we both fall fast asleep.

I think it's over, but after a 2 hour nap, i am awakened with the greased and dripping hose again. I easily take in a quart of her love when she stops it and walks me back onto the shower floor via the kitchen floor where she tests my continence first over a bucket. Though i test well and lose very little, she tells me i must take on 6 more pounds, for momma. I want to please her and set myself to focus on letting it all go in. When she knows it is in there, she plugs me again and puts the hose in with it for her pictures. She is nicely attired, me naked, obviously had and over filled. She fills the bag again with camera rolling. The trailing hose in her hand with thumb on the clicker. Click! I am so weighted, my breathing is affected to where my in breaths are slower, even a little difficult.

Satisfied with pictures, she sets me on the pot with instructions to catch her fat love plug. As i hand it up to her, i discover the camera was never stopped. I know her clit must be swollen again and ask to suck on it while i empty out. She giggles, drops her pants and walks into my face to feed me. She struggles to remain standing, spreads wider and places the palms of her hands on the wall. I continue till she screams. But have no way to disengage. She has to recover and push away from the wall. Still catching her breath, she wiggles for me to take my thumb from her butt. She clumsily backs up, turns and mumbles, "Going back to bed."

I clean up, wash and hang stuff to dry. 🥹

My first enema was taken to flush my rectum so I would be clean to pleasure myself anally. I only took enough water to fill my rectum, and once I felt very full I moved to the toilet and released. I quickly inspected the results by probing inside with my finger. I was wet and clean and ready for fun! It was so nice to enjoy the good feelings from my anus and rectum without any poop getting in the way of my fun. The enema also seemed to increase my sensitivity to any object inserted inside me. Enemas immediately became a mandatory prerequisite to any anal activity for me.

I very much enjoyed the warm water entering me and the full, stretched feeling it gave me. The elimination of the water from my insides also gave me an incredible sense of release and calm emotionally. I soon began experimenting with taking larger volumes water, and taking the enemas in different positions. Often I would be more focused on taking enemas than inserting things into myself.

That first enema has a very pronounced impact upon me. I have been taking enemas for pleasure for over 45 years now. They give me an incredible physical and emotional pleasure. I was hooked for life when I took that first enema. It was love at first bag.

A kinky naughty eye opening experience😍The start of a sexual adventure😈

I cannot remember my specifically 1st enema, but if it was anything like most of my childhood enemas starting age 3, they were always with a small blue rubber bulb, almost always with very little notice, with me lying on my stomach. Sometimes I would already be naked, other times my mum would undress me just enough to expose my bum for the task at hand. I vividly remember the feeling of dread, whether I got to see the bulb in my dad’s hand beforehand or not, or the sounds of it being prepared at the sink. I recall the moments of anticipation before the nozzle makes contact with my bum, then the feeling of it sliding into me. It was a small bulb, but it felt like it took an eternity for the water to be pumped into me, and the slow feeling of being filled up, every second the urge to go getting more and more intense. The soft but memorable sound of the water flowing, occasional gurgle of the bulb or my stomach, and the suction sound when the nozzle was finally removed are all imprinted in my memory. At the time I absolutely hated enemas, but now I’m absolutely hooked and remember these childhood feelings with fondness.

I thought I was doing something wrong

I'm thinking this must have been when I was about 7 because of where we lived. my brother was already born which means my sister had already died.

I never got enemas from Mom but she must have taken some herself because she had the gear.

The bag was well hidden up in the top shelf of the hall closet just outside the main bathroom, I was too small to reach it.

The bulb, however was kept in a diaper bag under the sink of that same bathroom. It was a red 4-ozglossy bulb with a hard black nozzle. I found it and realized it was used to "put warm water in your bottom"

What was never clear to me was WHY a person would want to do that!

I was the curious kid and I was more than willing to find out!

When Mom was in the basement and could not hear me.

I managed to pop the nozzle out, get the water to run warm, slow it to a trickle, and fill the bulb with warm water. I stuck the nozzle back on, dropped my pants and tidy whities. I was just about to stick it in when I figured out it was better to spread my legs a little wider.

I have been glad from that moment on that no one could see me. zi took until zi got my first bag to realize it but I WAS scared! I had no idea what it would do to me. I remember sticking it in, squeezing it, feeling the water gush into me pulling it out noticing the nozzle had poop on it shaking the bulb, hearing that there was still water in it, sticking it back in and squeezing it again. I must have gotten more air than water out that time.

I quickly realized zi could easily hold mote water, so I cleaned the nozzle off with some toilet paper. pulled it out and did what amounted to round two.

I heard Mom come back up to the kitchen I hurriedly cleaned the bulb up, put it back under the sink, hurried back to my bedroom started a 12 inch 33 record, Sat in my rocking chair and sat there rocking slower than usual, contemplating what I had just done and wondering what it was supposed to do to me! or for me. I was feeling the urge to poop but I knew that was not right because I had just pooped before I started this adventure. I told myself I was not going to need to poop for a while.

The urge was getting stronger and so i started rocking a little faster in that rocking chair I also realized quickly that my "boy" seemed to get hard as I rocked forward and relax a little as I rocked back. I could also hear the water rolling around inside me. Before the record was finished on one side I stopped rocking and had to go lie on the bed so zi didn't get an explosive poop like I had never had before.

Just about the time side one one of the record finished, I realized I could not hold it any longer! I was able to lift the needle off the record and hurry to the bathroom, I got out lots of watery poop over several minutes. I was also feeling a little bit of tummy ache.

Again I cleaned up quickly and went in the den to watch TV like I always did when dinner was cooking and Dad would be home soon.

Although I did have a slight tummy ache I was able to put on a brave face and act completely normal at dinner, and after. I remember pooping again right before bath time and it was Dad who saw to it that I got clean at bath time. So Dad saw the loose poop in the toilet before I got in the tub.

I remember lying in bed wide awake for longer than usual wondering about all of this. Was it "normal" a word that was used a lot in the mid 1960s,

did other kids do the same thing? if so, and even if not what was it called, did it have a name, and most importantly what was it supposed to do?? Clearly I hadn't done it very well because it all came out of me and made me poop. next thing I remember it was morning and Mom was opening the window shade.

I didn't know it at the time but that was the first what are now more than50 years of enemas every few months.

It was in the hospital in the boys bathroom. The took me into the big stall that had tub covered by a padded top.

I didnt know what they were going to do, but the had me take off my jammies and get on the table with my butt up. Everything went on behind me so i couldnt tell what they were doing but i asked and the nurse said they were going to give me something to make me poop.

Somebody spread my cheeks and pushed something up my butt. It felt really big. Soon I started feeling my belly getting warm and i started to get a belly ache. The nurse reached under and started pushing around on my belly and the ache went away. It was a funny feeling but I could feel the warmth moving around inside. Eventually the belly ache go worse. The took the thing out of my butt, but didn't let me up until I felt really bad.

They eventually let me up and sit on the toilet. I didn't know they put something in me but after awhile the ache cam back. My belly started rumbling and all of a sudden I started pooping uncontrollably. I sat there pooping on and off for awhile until the nurse came in and wiped me and put my jammies back on and let me go back to my room. The kid in the next bed and asked questions, then he told me what they did to me. I guess thay did it to the other kids too. I had to get up a few times overnight pooping my guts out.

30F here just purchased my first enema kit this morning. I’ve never had an enema before but have become increasingly curious as a result of being a member on here. I’m not really sure what to expect if I’m being honest. I’m also not sure that I will enjoy it, that is tbd. I’ve watched a number of Stonefox videos of women taking enemas and some with expulsions on the toilet (not into watching someone expel). The variation of sounds between people always surprises me, some sound like it’s just liquid coming out, while others are a bit louder with flatulence, etc. Again, I have virtually no idea what to expect but I am excited for my first time!

I probably had enemas before then because my Mom had several different size bulb syringes but the first one I clearly remember was my first enema using an enema bag at 4 years old. I was sick with a cold and the doctor told my Mom to give me a 1 pint enema of warm salt water since I was also constipated. She didn't explain to me what she was doing. She just told me to curl up on my left side in bed, then pushed the lubricated nozzle up my bum and started the flow. It felt weird and my belly started to ache as the water filled my bowels and I started to struggle and cry, but she continued until all the water was inside me, then pulled out the nozzle and squeezed my butt cheeks together, forcing me to hold it in for 5 minutes. Finally she helped me up and onto a potty on a stool beside my bed and let me expel the enema. Hard lumps of poop poured out of my bum along with gushes of warm salt water. That was the start of many more unwanted enemas given with the enema bag and she started using Ivory soap in my enemas on the advice of my aunts and my friends' mothers.

@Abblessss. You have us in suspense. How did your first one go? Well, I hope.