Sweet Asian Young Woman gets enema

Thanks for your answer, could very well be the co2 type suppository. There was one small fig type enema I think made in Spain that was a gold color, had some sort of botanical in it, I remember it had a gold and white box. Certainly an interesting video.

Bisacodyl is my conclusion as well. The other 98% by weight of the actual suppository's constitution is of course Coconut Oil. An "Oil" which is mostly a solid at standard room temperature but pours like olive oil by the time it gets up to body temperature.

Makes for a convenient emollient to deliver hygroscopic compounds into the colon on the downstream side of any persistent logjam. (Dosing the problem on the other side, from the other end, with efficacy comparable to even simple remedies of a trans-anular nature let alone USP listed ingredients; is sort of a tightrope walk the whole way. Even with normal peristaltic clearances, let alone when there's something currently approaching the consistency of adobe brick blocking the tunnel...)

Solid non-threatening thingy goes in finger deep, so possession of an opposable thumb fully qualifies you to administer them without the need for medical certification...

Melts rapidly, spreads out, and delivers the water-loving active ingredient right to the intestinal lining in the process.

Works on a friendly schedule, no waking up in the middle of the night, or "seek a doctor if no change occurs within 72 hours or five doses" stuff, but not quite as invasive/disturbing/sinful/snake-oil/-thoroughly-effective-/ as an enema, so even the prudes and those raised in an entirely non-threatening Utopian tinfoil hat bubble of ignorance can avoid survival of the fittest culling them via diverticulitis of the bowel before they procreate. All without anybody knowing they're not entirely comfortable with some aspects of their flesh-based sentient existence. This little white thing goes in, and then the poop will come out shortly thereafter... Probably before you're satisfied that you've scrubbed every last bit of poop off your finger at the sink, prude.

(Meanwhile, at the aft end of the colon...)
Much like that scene from Das-Boot: Suddenly there's geysers of water pouring into places specifically engineered to exclude it; it's really dark in there, now everything's covered in oil, up to and including sanity itself; because clearly some of those around you recently watched theirs slip free of whatever grasp they formerly had on it... It's only a matter of time before something yields to the pressure...

Water (and the film of coconut oil floating on the surface) slowly widens cracks and seams in and around the, err, bulkhead...

Eventually things break apart, until something structural lets loose; there's a sudden lurch as it all comes down simultaneously, and: "Shit gets moving again, finally..." (Pun required by law.)

Problem solves itself at that point... Logjam flows out to sea with the oily tide...

But what happens to the clog you ask? Will it live happily ever after now that it has been freed?

I'll quote Gene Wilder's Willy Wonka responding to Mrs. Gloop's 'surely be made into marshmallows' theory: "Impossible my dear lady! Because that pipe doesn't go to the marshmallow room, it goes to the fudge room!"

(I'll fetch my coat and see myself out now. I'm gonna see if I can't locate the Fudge Room, ticks enough of the correct boxes on my carnal pleasure sheet that I risk priapism, the benefits outweigh the risk!)