Homemade enema

My mother was always away from home for long periods, and when I returned from school, I had a lot of time that I could spend alone. Sexual thoughts tormented me. I was interested in my mother's large enema with a hose, which lay in the bathroom cabinet. I was very curious about what this thing was, and I roughly knew how it was used. In childhood, I was only given enemas with a small bulb, which for some reason aroused me, and I was somewhat interested in enemas. But I was very afraid to touch my mother's large enema, lest God forbid, my mother suspect that I was masturbating and using her enema for that. God forbid!

We had many pots with houseplants on our windowsills. I watered them. We let water for the houseplants sit in plastic bottles that stood on the kitchen floor under the sink. One day I made a hole in the cap of one of the bottles and inserted an empty ballpoint pen, cut at the end, into it, so it would be more convenient to pour water under the plant stems. In our kitchen table, there was also a long blue rubber hose among a pile of other various unnecessary things. No one ever took this hose from the table. I took our hose out of the drawer and put it on the cut end of the pen on that bottle. Then I took another ballpoint pen, unscrewed it, took out the refill, and put the empty pen on the other end of the hose. "A real enema, just made from improvised means," I thought. But the bottle still needed to be turned upside down.

I went to the bathroom and secured the bottle to the radiator on the wall by tying it with a towel. It turned into a real enema with a hose, just made from a two-liter plastic bottle. All that remained was to make a hole in the bottle so that air could enter it instead of the water flowing out through the hose, otherwise the water would stop flowing through the hose. I poked a hole in the bottom of the water bottle with a thumbtack, and pinched the hose with a clothespin. On the floor under the radiator, I spread a towel folded in half. Next to it, I placed a soap dish with melted hand soap, which I decided to use as lubricant.

Now my homemade enema was completely ready for use and simply couldn't wait for me, and standing in the bathroom, I held this hose with the tip in my hands, beside myself with anticipation of what was about to happen. Before this, I didn't believe that under the force of gravity, water from a vessel above could flow through a tube into a person's butt. I thought that the pressure in a person's intestines was too high and that if you connected a container of water and a person's intestines with a tube through the anus, the water simply wouldn't run inside. But nevertheless, from various sources, I knew that enemas were given exactly like that, and that theoretically, no additional high pressure in the enema was needed, and the water would run into the butt by itself if the enema was raised above body level. Now I had a real opportunity to check all this myself!

I took off my pants along with my underwear and lay on my left side on the floor, my butt on the towel. I bent my knees and pulled them up under my stomach. My scrotum had already shriveled up and was simply rock-hard from excitement, my penis was already firm and sticking out, not dangling. Then I took some melted soap and lubricated the end of the empty plastic pen, which now served as the tip for the enema.

The clothespin reliably pinched the hose, preventing water from flowing out. Then I took more soap on my finger and thoroughly lubricated my hole in the butt with it. I brought the long transparent tip, lubricated with soap, to my face to admire it once more before sending it on its first dive. "To be or not to be?" I asked myself, hesitating a little about whether to do what I had planned—wasn't it dangerous? But my curiosity was much stronger than my fears, and I inserted the tip into my butt, not too deeply. The soap was too slippery, and I felt that the tip in my butt was excessively slimy. This spoiled my sensations a little, as it's much better when something not too slippery enters the butt, something that is held better by the skin of the anal opening. Then I removed the clothespin from the hose. Between the tip and the clothespin, in a small section of the hose, there was still a little air left that I had forgotten to release before the enema, and this air, under the pressure of the water coming from the hose, entered my butt in the form of a small number of bubbles, and then the water began to flow.

I had secured my enema quite high on the wall. The water poured into my young, tender child's butt under great pressure and with terrible force. Although the water was at room temperature, it still seemed quite cool to me. At high speed, a stream of cool, settled water for watering houseplants flowed through my rectum into the subsequent sections of the intestine. The water flowed so quickly that I didn't even understand immediately what was happening. At first, it even seemed to me that the water wasn't flowing into me, but was pouring out of my butt and flowing down my butt onto the floor. And I even raised myself a little to look and see what I had done wrong. But then it became clear that the water was indeed completely flowing into me, into my warm, firm butt, and the mistaken sensations were simply caused by its too strong and fast flow. The strong pressure provoked a slight tingling or prickling of the inner wall of my rectum, like how warm hands, as well as other warm parts of the body, tingle in a fast stream of fresh cold water from the tap. This was even somewhat pleasant. My penis was already sticking straight forward and upward with all its might, as if there were some inflexible rod inside it.

I immediately lay back on the floor and pulled my knees up tighter under my stomach, as my mother had taught me to do when she gave me enemas in childhood. The water continued to run into me. My fluffy, tender butt tensed and became firm. Goosebumps covered my entire butt, damp with sweat, which instantly appeared on it right after the procedure began. My whole body quickly came into strong tone. My tense anus tightly gripped the plastic tip inserted into it, through which the fluid was flowing, so that not a single drop could spill past. My penis was standing stiff. And into my butt, through the long, flexible blue rubber hose, which swayed in the air, descending from the wall above and entering me from behind, water was pouring. I looked at the bottle: the water in it was only just beginning to decrease.

I felt how, after a very short time from the start of the infusion, my rectum, as well as a small section immediately after it, became filled with water. As I later learned, this small section of the human intestine is called the sigmoid colon. There are no sphincters in the sigmoid colon, but for some reason, I felt then how this short section of my intestine became overfilled with water, and the water could no longer flow further into the intestine, as if something were pinching it. Perhaps this sensation arose as a result of active peristalsis in the lowest sections of the intestine, which began to resist the sudden, rapid infusion of cool water, or maybe simply because the intestinal contents, carried by the water, blocked the passage of the intestine. Be that as it may, such weak resistance from my body could not withstand the strong pressure, which relentlessly burst in a firm, pressurized stream into my tender pink anus, and further I felt how the water broke through this barrier and began to flow somewhere further.

Now the water began to fill the descending section of my colon, and I

again felt how somewhere there, already somewhat deeper, the water was again delayed by a weak peristaltic pinch. After this, the water rushed further, into the transverse colon. Beyond the transverse colon lies the ascending colon, but these sections of my intestine were no longer filling separately, but all together.

A little more water poured into me before my stomach began to swell. The intestinal contents were being carried away by the water, everything was floating inside the intestine in the water, and I felt how some lumps were hitting the inner walls of my intestine. I felt my intestine filling more and more, and the water entering even deeper sections.

A little more—and I already clearly understood that my entire intestine was filled with water. The fluid level in the enema was gradually decreasing. With each second, more and more water entered, and I could in no way resist or oppose this process. I had the feeling that this was not an enema at all, but that an electric wire had been inserted into my butt and the current had been turned on, which was passing through all my insides. If I were tied up and given an enema, I could not resist it in any way, because if a tube with water is inserted into a person's intestine, the water will definitely run inside—squeezing the butt is absolutely useless, and the only way to stop this torture is simply to pull the hose out of the butt. There is no other way, because that's how the human body and its physiological processes are arranged.

I lay on my side without underwear, only in a T-shirt, my lower half of the body was completely exposed, and I was taking in the enema. I felt so helpless. The relentless pressure of water lashed without stopping; it had completely taken over me. I felt infinitely helpless before what was happening to me now. But it was still an incredibly pleasant feeling. Fresh, cool water, which no longer seemed too cold to me, now freely and quickly poured into my intestine through my butt. Now I felt how a strong and pleasant stream of water permeated my entire intestinal tract and my entire abdomen from the inside. Small lumps of intestinal contents, carried away by the water, sometimes clogged its passage, and the flow pushed them further along the intestinal canal, washing away the dams and plugs formed from them, as during a terrible flood with a storm. I felt jolts and interruptions in the watery vortex, which broke them up, flowing inside me and thereby conducting an excellent and delightful medical lavage in my body! Yes, that's right—medical lavage! Because what was happening to me now was nothing other than an excellent preventive intestinal lavage. And an enema is very beneficial for health—it cleanses the intestines, washing out all the waste and toxins from it. With such thoughts, I reassured myself that there was nothing bad in what I was doing here at home, and that there were only pluses and health benefits in it. Although I had no health problems at all.

Then my intestine had already filled sufficiently with water, and because of this, my stomach began to feel very strongly distended. I was simply being inflated like a balloon. My stomach began to grow from the water entering it. It was a continuous water inflation that was stretching me from the inside. Here I already began to worry greatly about how safe this process was for me, and my hand reached for the tip in my butt to pull it out. I took hold of the tip with my fingertips, but for a few seconds, I didn't dare to extract it. I was afraid whether such an intensive and deep water filling of the intestine would harm me, but I was still curious about what would happen next with the infusion of even more water. And so I left the tip in place, carefully focusing on my sensations, and the water filled me more and more.

Despite the fact that there was very little water left in the enema, it was pouring in at the same speed as at the beginning of the process. I had already completely stopped feeling the intense distension in my stomach and didn't feel the water circulating through my intestines, but only felt how new portions of it were entering through the anal opening, gently and pleasantly tickling the walls of the rectum. I simply lay calmly on my side and waited for the lavage procedure to finally end. Suddenly I again felt weak cramps in my stomach, which with each subsequent peristaltic movement became stronger and more painful, and now, the very last waves of contractions were quite painful, but by this time the water had already run out, and the small amounts remaining only in the long rubber hose poured into me to the end, causing me quite severe pain. The flow of water gradually stopped completely, and the pains in my stomach also completely disappeared.

I lay on the floor, beside myself with delight! I pulled the hose tip out of my butt, and in doing so, a little of the water remaining in it poured out of it directly onto my butt. I set the tip aside. I felt that my stomach was incredibly distended with water. I lay on my side for a bit, then stood up on my feet. My God! I felt simply pregnant! I went to the toilet. I walked, swaying from side to side, so inflated was my stomach, plus my penis was sticking forward, and even though no one saw me, I felt terribly awkward. I sat on the toilet, and water gushed out of me in one huge, powerful stream, followed by abundant flows accompanied by bubbling gas bubbles. Along with the water, the contents of my intestines also came out, all washed out and dissolved in the water, which made it quite dirty water, and terribly foul-smelling. Then the water stopped pouring out in strong bursts and began to trickle out little by little. Sitting on the toilet, I only farted, nothing came out except a small amount of gas and a couple of drops of dirty solution from time to time, but I still felt that quite a lot of water remained inside me. An unpleasant smell filled the air in the toilet. My penis had completely gone limp. I was no longer sexually aroused at all, but only thought about how to completely get rid of all that water that remained inside me, which, I must admit, worried me greatly. All the water just wouldn't come out of me completely; this was getting on my nerves, and I even broke out in a sweat on my forehead because of it.

I sat in the toilet for a long time, and the water still wouldn't come out—it was stuck somewhere deep inside. I strained with all my might, and dirty water sprayed out of my butt in thin streams, just like from a sprayer, but still, it came out only very little. The main mass of water was stuck inside my stomach. Unable to expel the water from myself, I wiped my butt and went to the bathroom. There, my homemade bottle enema hung empty, tied with a towel to the radiator. The blue hose hung from it down to the floor, and the tip lay on the floor in a small puddle of water.

I put on my underwear along with my pants and went to the room to lie on the sofa. The sensation in my stomach after the enema was not very good at all—the water, apparently, had penetrated into particularly remote sections of my intestine and therefore lingered there.

Still without underwear, I went to the bathroom to clean and wash all my equipment. I put the hose back in the table, and filled the bottle with water again and put it back in its place under the kitchen sink.

But soon I wanted to go to the toilet again, and all the water completely came out of me there in one big push along with gas. Only it was no longer just water, but a terrible, nasty mush of what fills the human intestine and a smaller amount of water. I sat on the toilet a little longer, straining with all my might so that absolutely all the remaining fluid and gases would come out of me, and then I got up from the toilet and went to the room. Now there was a feeling of incredible lightness in my stomach. I felt quite good, although a feeling of weakness was also present. Then I went to the room, lay down on the bed, and just lay there, thinking over everything that had happened to me. My stomach ached a little, but not strongly at all.

Intestinal enemas are very beneficial for health. An enema cleanses the body of waste and toxins that have accumulated in it over many years of carrying out the processes of digesting food. Over time, a layer of feces and mucus forms on the inner walls of the intestine, which disrupts the natural processes of absorbing nutrients from the intestine into the blood. This film also rots, poisoning the body with decomposition products. The water pouring inside washes out all the contents of the intestines and stretches them from the inside. At the same time, all the dirt comes off the walls and dissolves in it. Then the dirt comes out with the water in the toilet naturally. Over many years, dirt and waste can accumulate, as a result of which various diseases can arise. But an enema cleanses the intestines and frees it from all this filth, so an enema must be given regularly for prevention. Probably, my intestines were very dirty before this, and now their condition is significantly better, I thought. But, most likely, quite a lot of various dirt still remained in me, and the enema still needs to be done again if I want to give myself a thorough body cleansing.

Sexual thoughts again crept into my head. I pulled down my underwear and took my again swollen penis in my palm.

I have a huge penis. My palm is very small compared to it. Sometimes, when I am very aroused, its size simply confuses me, and I can't believe that I have such a huge thing in front. I started to jerk off after the enema, first slowly and gently, and then more and more intensely and strongly, now squeezing my swollen penis in my hand, now relaxing the clenched palm from time to time. I often jerk off, but this time I was very aroused beforehand, and my head was spinning during masturbation, there was ringing in my ears, and my eyes even darkened slightly. I experienced an especially strong orgasm then, and the shot of semen was especially strong, and its powerful stream flew very high upward, as never before.