I remember my first anal dilation was in the summer of 2003. That year, SARS was rampant. Because a colleague was suspected of having SARS, our entire company was listed for inspection. Those with suspected symptoms were isolated in special wards, while those of us without symptoms after the check-up were sent home on leave. The whole neighborhood was on high alert, strictly controlled, with no outsiders allowed in. Of course, my girlfriend and I were also separated.
I rent an apartment alone. Since my girlfriend isn't around and I can't go out, the entire holiday has been extremely boring and unbearably lonely. I spend all day on porn sites to kill time. Jerking off became an important part of my life. However, I quickly grew tired of that and started looking for some more hardcore videos online, mainly out of curiosity at the time. Because internet porn crackdowns in China are quite severe, I usually use a VPN to go to overseas forums to find resources. I remember going to a Taiwanese forum called the Chikan Club, where I saw some videos of Alysha, the Hardcore Expansion Queen. I was utterly shocked—how could a person's genitals and anus be so magnificent and spectacular, truly unimaginable. Watching them, I became so aroused I couldn't extricate myself. After jerking off a few times, I found it quite dull and started trying anal expansion myself.
To make the whole process less disgusting, an enema is very necessary. I stayed in the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature with the shower faucet, unscrewed the shower head, and used the hose to block the anus. The water flow was a bit strong, and I could feel a warm stream hissing its way in; my belly immediately felt swollen and cramping, and the urge to defecate struck at once. I quickly squatted on the toilet and emptied everything out. Then I did a second enema, until what came out at the end was all clear water. At that point I felt much lighter and more refreshed, and the accumulated stool that had built up over time was washed completely clean.
The career of anal expansion officially began. At first, it was far from as easy as imagined. I inserted a finger into my anus, encountering strong resistance. Just after going in one knuckle, I felt a strong urge to defecate. The sphincter's defense mechanism kicked in, pushing the finger out. I tried to relax my anus, tried to let the sphincter accept this foreign object. After a few slow thrusts, the anus finally adapted to the invasion. I switched to two fingers. By then, the anus wasn't as tense. After adapting to two fingers, the anus could fully accept it. I started considering using something else instead of fingers. I searched the whole room. The only tool suitable for initial development was a screwdriver. The handle diameter was about over 2 cm. I carefully washed the handle clean and inserted it into my anus. Instantly, an indescribable soreness spread. The anus eagerly pushed the handle out. Also, the handle was too dry, hurting upon insertion. I applied some lotion and inserted the handle again, forcing myself not to expel it. After repeatedly inserting it a few times, the anus finally stopped resisting. Holding the screwdriver head, I slowly thrusted. The soreness gradually faded, replaced by another奇妙的感觉 that made my head spin, hard to tell if it was pain or pleasure. Waves of bowel urges in my stomach, yet nothing came out. I thought I might ejaculate in this state, but I didn't. I played until my legs went weak, then pulled out the screwdriver, covered in intestinal fluid. I rinsed my anus, stood up, only feeling weak legs and overall exhaustion, so I went to bed to rest.
When I woke up, it was already nightfall. I felt unusually hungry, probably because the enema had emptied everything out of my intestines. At the same time, my anus felt somewhat swollen; I touched it with my hand, and it really was swollen and tightly closed. A few hours earlier, a 2-centimeter thing could still go in, but now even inserting a finger would probably be difficult. After eating a little dinner and taking a shower, I still wanted to continue exploring, but the bloating pain made me feel no pleasure at all, so I gave up.
Early the next morning, I was awakened again by sexual desire, my dick standing tall, couldn't help but want to masturbate, but thought there were more exciting and fun things. The anus felt less swollen, no unusual sensations. I went into the bathroom for an enema, cleaned up, then directly inserted the screwdriver handle this time; the soreness was even more intense. I had to pull out the screwdriver handle, massage with two fingers, and after adapting to the fingers, inserted the screwdriver handle again; it felt much better. Squatting on the ground, I felt the screwdriver handle could no longer satisfy me. I searched the whole house but couldn't find anything slightly larger. After thrusting for a while, the neighborhood committee people downstairs called for residents to go down and buy groceries (during SARS, groceries were uniformly delivered to the community entrance, then we'd go down to buy).
I put on my clothes and ran downstairs. As soon as I reached the pile of vegetables on the ground, I spotted a bunch of cucumbers and eggplants at a glance. They were the thin kind of eggplants, roughly three centimeters in thickness, though there were larger ones too. I bought a few cucumbers, and for the eggplants, I bought one of each size from small to large, the largest estimated to be about five centimeters in diameter. At the time, that seemed incredibly large to me; I never imagined putting something that big into my anus. Even though no one would suspect a man buying these things for other purposes, I still felt guilty. To avoid suspicion, I bought some other vegetables and meat, then went to the small shop to buy two bottles of beer before heading back upstairs.
As soon as I got in, I couldn’t wait to take off my clothes, rinsed the cucumber and eggplant clean, and lined them up on the floor from smallest to largest. I picked the thinnest cucumber, wiped off all the prickles, applied some body lotion, and it went in very easily. After thrusting a few times, my anus didn’t really feel anything anymore, so I switched to a slightly thicker one—actually, not much thicker—until my anus could adapt to the head of the thickest cucumber. I started bringing the eggplant on stage. I have to say, eggplant is quite a good masturbation tool for both women and men. The skin is very smooth, and its thickness can be whatever you want. Over the years, eggplant has always been by my side.
The thinnest eggplant was about 3 cm in diameter, roughly the same thickness as the thickest cucumber, so of course it went in without much effort. After thrusting for a while, I switched to another, slightly thicker eggplant, about a full size larger than the previous one, estimated diameter 3.5 cm. This time, inserting it was more difficult. As soon as I pushed it in, my sphincter eagerly pushed it back out. Along with a strong urge to defecate came a feeling of full, bloated fullness—an indescribable sensation, both奇妙 and exciting. After my anus fully adapted to this eggplant, I turned my attention to the thickest giant one. Of course, this size was a small case for me now. But for me back then, its thickness was somewhat terrifying. After thoroughly lubricating it with shower gel, I started pushing it into my anus. The tapered tip went in easily, but the thickest part simply couldn't break through because the pain was unbearable—truly intolerable. At the time, I wondered if giving birth felt like this kind of pain for women. I tried a different method, letting my anus gradually adapt to the width, pushing it in bit by bit, fighting against the sphincter's resistance. In the end, my hand got sore without making further progress, so I had to take a break. When my strength recovered, I stood the eggplant upright and squatted halfway down onto it. Each time, it got stuck at the widest part. The pain made me want to give up, but thinking of that AV actress, I gritted my teeth and, with a determined effort, sat down hard. This time, the eggplant嗖地一下 slid all the way in. The pain made my vision go black, and simultaneously, I saw a stream of fluid喷了出来 from my penis—I think it was prostatic fluid. I quickly pulled the eggplant out. My anus felt torn, burning painfully. I touched it with my hand and found it was actually bleeding. I was terrified, not knowing if I had punctured my intestine or torn my anus. After rinsing with water several times and no more blood coming out, I relaxed and lay down on the bed, exhausted.
Over the next two or three days, the anus was very swollen and somewhat painful, and I didn’t dare keep playing. Afraid the wound might get infected, I also took antibiotics for two days. Thinking about it now, I was still a bit too eager and reckless back then; challenging 5 centimeters in just one day really was something the body couldn’t تحمل, so later, every time I challenged the next level, I was very careful.
A few days later, the neighborhood still had not been unsealed. Sometimes when going downstairs, we kept hearing neighbors say that several SARS patients had been found in our residential community, and everyone was panicking. People from the epidemic prevention station came almost every day, telling us to wear masks when going downstairs and shining a red infrared device at our foreheads. The company had previously called to tell us to go to work, but not long after called again and said not to go, with the specific time to be notified later. Life was still very boring.
One day, feeling that my anus should have healed recently, I started playing the old tricks again. After a few days without anal play, it had regained its former tightness. It took a whole afternoon just to reach the three-centimeter level. Any bigger, and the old wound in my anus would split open. It wasn't very painful, but it was unpleasant. Playing around, I still didn't dare challenge the thickest one. Even though a few days had passed and it had shrunk somewhat, its thickness still made me apprehensive. Although I knew one day I would be able to take that size, now was not the time.
Playing with that 3-centimeter one all day long feels quite dull. Searching the room, I couldn't find any transitional-sized anal dilation tools, which was rather tedious. Among the delivered vegetables, there were no suitable eggplants either—they were either too thin or too thick.
Once when I went downstairs to the convenience store to buy cigarettes, I couldn't help but stare at those cylindrical bottles and jars, wondering if they could accommodate that. I found a small bottle of children's yogurt that seemed quite ideal, about 3–4 cm in diameter, so I immediately bought two bottles and went back. After drinking them, I used a thin eggplant to dilate my anus, then tried inserting the bottle. That feeling of fullness returned, which was exhilarating. I touched my anus with my hand—no bleeding—so I felt at ease and started thrusting it. I felt the size was just right, giving my anal opening a stretched-full feeling without pain. I even slept with it inside all night. My anus had completely adapted to the dilation; playing with it for several days in a row no longer caused swelling. During that time, I wanted to try the 5 cm one again but still couldn't manage it, so I finally decided to give up.
Two days later, the neighborhood was unsealed, and the company notified us to go back to work. This unexpected vacation lasted a total of twelve days. My girlfriend also came back to live with me. Because I had a sex partner, that perverted thought gradually faded away. Sometimes, when I went out to buy groceries and saw an appropriate eggplant, I would be tempted to buy it back and see whether my anus could still accept it, but the fixed sex life made me lose interest in anal play. Of course, cohabiting also didn’t provide a suitable opportunity. If she knew I had such a perverted hobby, I don’t know what she would think.
After a few months, I broke up with my girlfriend. Sometimes I could hook up for one-night stands online, but never found a girl I felt was right to be with. My sex life could be described as feast or famine. Sometimes I could have several in a month, sometimes go one or two months without any. Sexual压抑 made me eager to try anal.
I remember it was almost May, but the weather was still uncooperative, with indoor temperatures only in the teens. Shivering in the bathroom, I gave myself an enema, and after a simple dilation with my fingers, I inserted the purchased yogurt bottle. I was amazed to find that after so long, I could still easily stretch my anus to that size, and the elasticity seemed even better than before. I decided to continue exploring further.
When I go to the supermarket or wet market, I always, intentionally or not, pay attention to those cylindrical objects. Even though I know some things might be impossible for me to insert in a lifetime, I still buy them for backup. Enemas and anal dilation have almost become my nightly routine. After May, the weather gradually warmed up. Doing enemas naked no longer felt cold, and I began systematically training my anus.
Because some things can't be measured directly in diameter, I bought a tape measure, measured the circumference, and arranged according to the circumference. In this way I had a whole set of expansion tools. Every time I expanded, I would stuff in one size from small to large. When I felt the timing was right, I would challenge the next size plan. Every challenge made me feel pain, excitement, and of course, more than anything, pleasure. This time I was very careful, absolutely not challenging beyond my level. In the end my record stopped at insertion into the bottom of a 6 cm bottle, and the tool was a Coca-Cola can. I kept this record for several years, until after I got married. Beyond that, there weren't any especially suitable tools. The bottom of a beer bottle is 6.5 cm in diameter. Although the difference is only 5 millimeters, that's several levels apart. Later, every 1 millimeter of expansion would take several days. Sometimes I would buy eggplants back, but it wasn't easy to find eggplants of the right size. If they were too big, they were too big; otherwise they were a little too small. I couldn't possibly go around measuring each one with a tape measure, could I? And if I bought too many eggplants, there would be nowhere to put them. If my wife saw them later and then roasted and ate them, how could I face anyone?
I have always wanted to challenge inserting the bottom of a beer bottle, but even after thorough lubrication, it still couldn't enter halfway; my pelvis blocked its progress. If it weren't for the bottle bottom being too flat, I think I would have broken through this bottle long ago. I persistently searched for transitional tools. On Taobao, I saw a manufacturer that customizes glass butt plugs, so I described the shape and size I wanted to the shopkeeper. When it arrived, I was utterly disappointed—the size didn't meet the standards, and it was too long. Once, while holding it in during a shower, I lost grip, and it fell to the ground, shattering into several pieces.
Actually, the most ideal thing for anal stretching should be silicone products, which are relatively soft, and even larger sizes would be acceptable, but unfortunately after searching Taobao everywhere I still couldn’t find such a huge model. After a while, I saw a post online saying someone had bought an extra-large silicone dildo labeled 6.5. I got in touch with him, asked for the Taobao shop address, and bought one for over 100 yuan. The result was disappointing too. When I measured it with a tape measure, it was barely 6 cm. I was able to insert it very easily, and after playing with it a few times I felt it was boring, not even as pleasurable as a can. Besides, such a huge thing had nowhere to be stored at home, and I was afraid my wife would see it, so I had no choice but to throw it away. I feel I may never be able to insert a beer bottle again, and Alysha can only make me look up in awe.
However, later, Huiyuan launched a beverage called Juice Fruit Fun, which finally allowed me to successfully break through this size and even expand several levels upward. The bottle had a small, smooth bottom, a large belly in the middle, and a very narrow mouth. When I saw it in the supermarket, I held it in my hand and felt that it was unlikely I could fit it in. Still, I bought it, went home, measured its circumference—it was 23.5 cm, which converts to a diameter of nearly 7.5 cm. I doubted whether I could take it, but I decided to give it a try.
After I finished drinking it, I hid the bottle away. One day, while my wife was working overtime on the weekend, I started doing an enema, using a soda can to dilate my anus (now I can insert a soda can without any preparation at all). I lubricated the area around my anus and the drink bottle with shower gel. With the bottom of the bottle facing upward and standing on the floor, I slowly squatted down while sitting, and I could feel I was almost reaching the widest part of the bottle, but the entrance of my anus did not feel very strained and seemed to still have some room. However, the bones on both sides of my pelvis were tightly clamping the belly of the bottle. With a little more downward pressure, the widest part finally went all the way in. I felt the pelvic bones under my butt gradually opening up; it hurt a bit, but it was bearable. Gritting my teeth, I successfully sat the bottle into me. That long-lost sore, swollen feeling came back again. I really enjoyed that feeling, but my sphincter and abdominal cavity strongly rejected it. I pulled it out, rested for a bit, then continued inserting it. After repeating this several times, my anus finally adapted to this size. Holding the bottle between my legs, I walked into the kitchen, took a beer bottle, washed it clean, then sat down on it with the bottom facing up. The skin at the anus tightened. A ring of raised small lettering on the edge of the bottle bottom made the skin around my anus feel a bit sore, but it was still bearable. In the end it successfully broke through the limits of the pelvis and entered my body. The full, sore-swollen feeling made me dizzy. I pulled it out, then inserted it again. After repeating this several times, when I felt I could endure it, I bent over and, holding the bottle, walked into the bedroom. Facing the dressing mirror, I saw that dark green bottle turning my anus into a huge circle. That feeling was truly intoxicating.
23.5 cm — this is already my limit, I could never go beyond it. Because I can feel the bottle rubbing tightly against my pelvic bones. Any bigger is absolutely impossible unless there are no bone restrictions. And this size is reflected on a softer drink bottle; when inserted into the body, the bottle is compressed and slightly deformed to fit the shape of the bones. If it were glass or something else hard, it would be completely impossible.
Afterword: Many people may ask whether doing this to the anus will make it loose or not close properly. I can say very responsibly that absolutely not. Unless you're eager for quick results and cause a strain on the sphincter, then it's hard to say. So far I haven't noticed anything abnormal, including no incontinence even when I catch a cold and get diarrhea. As for the hobby of anal dilation, I think it still comes from sexual repression. With a normal sex life, I generally wouldn't play with my own asshole. For me right now, too, it's just that when I'm away on business for half a month or even longer, I use this method to vent my sexual desire.
Title
Self-exploration during the SARS quarantine: A ten-year record from curiosity to extreme expansion.
Keywords
Urban Passion, Self-Exploration, Anal Expansion, Adult Male, Bizarre and Alternative, Realistic Experience
Description
During the 2003 SARS outbreak, a young man quarantined at home because of loneliness and sexual frustration began trying anal dilation. From fingers and screwdrivers at the beginning, to cucumbers, eggplants, yogurt bottles, and then to soda cans and juice bottles, he gradually challenged the limits of his body. Intermittent training over ten years was both an outlet for desire and a lonely, persistent self-exploration.
Main Text
In the summer of 2003, SARS was raging.
A colleague at the company showed suspected symptoms, and all of us were listed for testing. Those without symptoms were told to take leave and go home, and the neighborhood was also placed under strict control, with all outsiders forbidden to enter. My girlfriend and I were separated by distance and could only stay at home on our own.
I rent a house alone. The holidays were long and boring, and I could only pass the time online all day. Masturbating became a major part of my daily routine, but I soon grew tired of it. I started looking online for more hardcore videos, mainly out of curiosity at the time. Because of China's strict anti-pornography crackdowns, I could only use a VPN to access overseas forums. I remember it was on a Taiwanese forum called "Chikan Club" that I saw Alysha's Expansion Queen series.
I was utterly shocked that a person’s body could actually be stretched to that extent.
Watching and watching, the urge became unbearable. After masturbating a few times and finding it boring, I began to try it myself.
To make the process less disgusting, an enema is necessary. I adjusted the water temperature in the bathroom, unscrewed the shower head, and used the hose to block the anus. The water flow was a bit urgent; a warm stream worked its way in, and my stomach immediately swelled with pain and pressure, bringing on a strong urge to defecate. I squatted on the toilet and emptied myself, then did a second round until clear water came out. I felt much lighter afterward.
Anal expansion officially begins.
At first it was nowhere near as easy as I had imagined. As soon as one finger entered one knuckle deep, a strong urge to defecate and the sphincter's defense pushed it back out. I tried to relax, and after a few slow thrusts, the anus finally adapted. Switching to two fingers, after adapting, I began looking for a substitute tool.
In the entire room, the only suitable initial tool was a screwdriver, with a handle diameter of about two centimeters. I carefully washed it, applied lotion, and upon insertion, an indescribable soreness spread. The anus urgently tried to push it out. After several attempts, it finally stopped resisting. Holding the handle, I slowly thrust in and out. The soreness gradually faded, replaced by another strange sensation that made my head spin—unclear whether it was pain or pleasure. Waves of the urge to defecate surged in my belly, but nothing came out. I played until my legs went weak before pulling it out; the handle was covered in intestinal fluid.
When I woke up, it was already night. I was extraordinarily hungry, probably because the enema had emptied out my intestines. My anus was somewhat swollen; when I touched it, it really was swollen and tightly closed. Something that could still enter two centimeters a few hours ago was probably now difficult even for a finger. After a simple dinner and a shower, I wanted to continue, but the bloated pain gave me no pleasure at all, so I had to give up.
Woke up early the next morning due to sexual desire. The anus seemed less swollen. After another enema, directly tried the screwdriver handle; the soreness was even more intense. After massaging and adapting with two fingers, then inserting it, it felt much better. Squatting on the ground thrusting for a while, I felt it was no longer enough. Then the neighborhood committee downstairs called for people to go down and buy groceries—during the SARS period, supplies were uniformly delivered to the community entrance.
I put on my clothes and went downstairs. Among the vegetables, I spotted cucumbers and eggplants at a glance. The thin eggplants were about three centimeters thick, with larger ones too. I bought a few cucumbers, and for the eggplants, I bought one of each size from small to large, the largest estimated to be about five centimeters in diameter. At the time, I thought that was terrifyingly big. To avoid suspicion, I also bought some other vegetables and meat, plus two bottles of beer.
As soon as I got into the room, I couldn’t wait to take off my clothes, rinsed the cucumber and eggplant clean, and lined them up from smallest to largest. The thinnest cucumber went in easily. After thrusting a few times, I switched to a thicker one, until I got used to the head of the thickest cucumber. Then I switched to the eggplant. The thinnest was about three centimeters, and it went in smoothly. The next one was about three point five centimeters; stuffing it in was much more difficult, and the sphincter immediately wanted to push it out, accompanied by a strong urge to defecate and a full, bloated feeling. After getting used to it, the target shifted to the thickest one.
After sufficient lubrication, it slides in easily; the pointed tip goes in smoothly, but the thickest part never gets through, and the pain is unbearable. I tried pushing down little by little, but even after my arm got sore there was no bigger breakthrough. Later I changed to holding the eggplant upright and squatted halfway down onto it. It got stuck at the widest part every time, and the pain made me want to give up. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to sit down hard, and the eggplant shot in. My vision went black, and at the same time a stream of liquid sprayed from the front end, which should have been prostatic fluid. I hurriedly pulled it out; my anus was burning with tearing pain. When I touched it with my hand, I found I was bleeding. After rinsing it several times and no longer bleeding, I finally felt relieved and lay down exhausted.
For the next two or three days, the opening of my anus was swollen and painful, and I dared not continue. I even took antibiotics for two days. Thinking back now, I was too eager and too reckless; challenging five centimeters in one day was indeed beyond what my body could bear. Later, every time I went up a level, I became more careful.
The residential compound was still not unsealed, and people were panicked. The company first notified everyone to return to work, but soon said it was postponed. Life remained boring.
Feeling that after the wound healed, it started again. Not having played for a few days, the anus regained its tightness, and it took another afternoon to get back to the three-centimeter level. Any larger and the old injury would ache faintly. Didn't dare challenge the thickest eggplant.
Once going downstairs to buy cigarettes, I unconsciously stared at cylindrical bottles and jars. Discovering that children's yogurt bottles were about three to four centimeters thick, I immediately bought two. After drinking, I used a thin eggplant for dilation, then tried the bottles. The feeling of fullness returned, and I was thrilled. Feeling no bleeding, I relaxed and thrust, even slept with it clamped inside all night. The anus had already adapted to several consecutive days of dilation without swelling.
A few days later, the neighborhood was unsealed and the company notified us to go back to work. This unexpected vacation lasted twelve days. After my girlfriend came back to live with me, with a sex partner, that thought gradually faded away. Sometimes I’d feel tempted when buying groceries and seeing a suitable eggplant, but fixed sex life reduced my interest, and cohabiting was also inconvenient.
A few months later, he broke up with his girlfriend. His sex life became feast or famine. Sexual repression once again made me eager to try anal sex.
I remember it was almost May, and the indoor temperature was only in the teens. I was shivering in the bathroom while giving myself an enema, and after a simple dilation, I inserted the yogurt bottle. I was amazed to find that after so long, I could still easily stretch to that size, and the elasticity seemed even better. I decided to continue.
When shopping at supermarkets or markets, I always intentionally or unintentionally notice cylindrical objects. Enemas and anal dilation almost became a nightly routine. As the weather gradually warmed up, I began systematic training. I bought a tape measure and arranged my tools by circumference. Each time I went through them from small to large, challenging the next size when the timing was right. Every challenge was accompanied by pain and excitement, but mostly pleasure. The final achievement stayed at six centimeters (the bottom of a Coca-Cola can), and this result lasted for several years until after I got married.
Going any further up was difficult. The bottom of a beer bottle is 6.5 centimeters; although it’s only five millimeters apart, it’s several levels different. Expanding by even one millimeter takes several days. The custom-made glass butt plug from Taobao was disappointing—the size was not up to standard and it was too long; once, it fell and shattered because it wasn’t held in place while showering. Silicone products are ideal, but I couldn’t find a model large enough. I bought one silicone dildo labeled 6.5, but in reality it was only 6 centimeters; after it went in easily, it felt boring, and it was also inconvenient to store, so I eventually threw it away.
Later, Huiyuan launched a fruit juice called Guole, with a small, smooth bottom and a large bulging middle. I measured it: the circumference was 23.5 centimeters, which converts to a diameter of nearly 7.5 centimeters. I suspected I wouldn’t be able to fit it in, but still decided to give it a try.
Taking advantage of my wife working overtime on the weekend, I used an enema, then dilated with a soda can, applied ample lubrication, placed the bottle upright on the ground, and slowly sat down on it. When I felt I was nearing the widest part, my anus wasn't too tight, but my pelvic bones were squeezing tightly on both sides. Going down a bit further, the widest part fully entered, and my pelvic bones gradually spread apart, causing some pain but bearable. Gritting my teeth, I sat all the way in, and the long-lost sore and swollen sensation returned. After a few repetitions, my anus adapted to this size. Next, I tried the bottom of a beer bottle and successfully broke through as well. Looking in the full-length mirror, I saw the dark green bottle enlarging my anus into a huge circle, a feeling that was intoxicating.
23.5 centimeters is already the limit. The bottle presses tightly against the pelvic bones and rubs against them; anything larger is impossible, unless there were no bone restrictions. And this size was achieved with a softer beverage bottle; with hard materials, it would be almost impossible.
Afterword: Many people ask whether this will cause looseness or improper closure. I can responsibly say that as long as you don't rush for quick results and strain the sphincter, it absolutely won't. So far I haven't found anything unusual, and even when I caught a cold and had diarrhea there was no incontinence. This hobby is mainly driven by sexual repression. When I have a normal sex life, I generally don't play. It's only when I'm away on business for half a month or longer that I use this way to release it a bit.
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