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Let me start out by saying that I joined this group some time ago, but have really been too busy to participate and even read some of the messages.
I took some time today and started with the first postings and was amazed when I got to the one about the guy that got scrubbed inside and out by his grandmother. I almost fell off my chair and I too had a very similar experience. I was 14 1/2 years old. My mom had taken very ill and so my parents sent me to stay the summer with my grandmother up north ( I lived in Georgia ). No sooner had I gotten there, my Gram was most interested in my "health" as she put it. She questioned me about everything personal - when did I "go" how much, was it soft or hard and even did I pee a lot and how often. Little did I know she was taking notes and in her mind, she was going to get me straightened out!
The day after I arrived, she called me into the bath after I woke up and said that before breakfast, she wanted to "help" me start on a good cleaning regimen. Being a much older lady, German and my Gram, I didn't protest, but then again, I didn't totally know what she had in mind.
When I went into the bath, she had a tub or warm water drawn and was wearing a white apron over her dressing gown. She told me to go ahead and get into the tub to soak. Now, it had been years since she had seen me naked, but her strong will just made me disrobe and get into the tub.
While I was soaking, she busied herself around the bathroom collecting things. Out of semi-embarrassment, I kept my eyes closed most of the time. I could hear her rummage through the cabinet and the water in the sink run for quite a while. I opened my eyes when I realized that things had gone pretty quiet - looking up I saw her standing there with a very large, very full red enema bag with a huge curved fat enema pipe on the end. The long black hose had a metal clamp that was holding back the liquid inside. At once I knew what was coming.
Before I could protest, she said that it had to be and that I obviously needed a thorough cleaning out and this would be the start. I started to get up but she made me lay back down in the tub and drape my legs over both sides. It was an old fashion tub with the claw feet that was away from the wall so there was no trouble being spread eagle in it. All at once she hung the bag and knelt beside the tub. She dipped the end of the nozzle in a jar of Vaseline and took a big glob on her finger as well and proceeded to reach down, pull up on my scrotum and apply the Vaseline to my anus. Without a flinch, she slid her finger right up inside me and spread the lubricant inside as well - at least it felt like that.
Then came the nozzle. It was at least 6 or 7" long and she worked all of it up me. Without a word, she reached over and flipped the clamp off and I felt an immediate rush of VERY warm water up my insides. Once it stared flowing, she massaged my entire stomach.
Like I said, she was an old German lady and not very gentle either. With all the massaging, the water rushing in me and my body being moved in the water of the tub, things soon started to respond and before I knew it, I had an erection. She really paid no attention to it other than to ask if I passed water alright to which I said yes. She had one of those "we will see" looks on her face.
A few times my erect penis would be brushed by her forearm as she massaged my stomach and I was really embarrassed. Soon the entire contents of the bag had flowed into my intestinal track and I felt like I was going to burst. She completed her massage and then helped me to stand so that I wouldn't fall. To my surprise she then proceeded to dry me - everywhere - and led me to the toilet. I was happy to have made it and was doing all I could to hold it till she left, but to my horror, I realized she wasn't going anywhere! She stayed until the last was out of me and then examined the result. After a few tut tuts, she said that I needed a lot of work. She mentioned something about soap and glycerin.
After that first water only enema, Gram prepared another using a bar of Ivory soap to make the water soapy. While she was preparing it, she said that I obviously needed a stronger soap preparation but that it would wait for a few days as it took time to prepare it. Little did I know what she had in mind. She got the water really warm and using her hands with the soap, made the water in a bowl very soapy, it was totally cloudy. Then she went into her cabinet and grabbed a bottle of liquid glycerin which she added quite a bit.
I remember sitting on the toilet watching her, still with a fairly good erection - and feeling embarrassed. After it was all well mixed she refilled the enema bag. Hers was the kind where the tube screwed into the end of the bag creating a closed container. I guess it doubled as a hot water bottle when it wasn't being used for enemas. I do distinctly remember that silver metal clamp on the hose. For some reason that intrigued me. I also had time to look more closely at the nozzle which I have learned in later life was actually the douche nozzle with many holes on the sides.
Once she had the bag filled, she told me to kneel down on the floor and put my head down. She also explained that I needed to hold this as long as possible and that she would help me hold it. Just how I wasn't sure. I did as I was told and knelt on the floor, where she had laid some towels. Once again, she opened the jar of Vaseline - at least I could hear her open it as she sat on the toilet with my rear pointing toward her and my young manhood pointing at the floor. I really felt "open" and exposed, but once again, you did what Gram said. The first feeling was her fingers on either side of my rear spreading my cheeks apart as her Vaseline coated finger probed, massaged and slowly entered me. She did this telling me all the while that she wanted to make sure I was well lubricated so that it didn't cause too much irritation right at my anus. She pushed her finger all the way inside me and began rubbing the Vaseline all over my rectum, massaging every inch. Extra time was spent in one spot that I know now was my prostate until a few drops of milky liquid had slipped out of me onto the towel. This did not go unnoticed by her. I remember her saying "3 drops - tut tut". I had no idea what she meant. She withdrew her finger and slowly inserted the douche nozzle all the way up to the hose. I heard the click of the clamp and felt the flow of the very warm water rush through me.
At this point, she reached under me and grasped around the base of my scrotum and penis and gently pulled down - saying that she needed to help me hold my soap. She allowed the water to flow until some cramping was felt. When ever I got a cramp, she would stop the flow for a moment and pull gently with the hand that had my manhood captive until the cramping stopped whereby she would start the flow once more. It took what seemed like hours to complete, but I am sure it was only 10 minutes or so.
Once the flow was complete, she re-inserted her finger into my rectum and massaged me more. She said that the stimulation would help me keep my mind off of the enema and hold my soap. Believe me, by this point; I was very excited sexually, but because of the situation, somewhat confused as well. I knew I loved some of the "treatment" but wasn't sure if I enjoyed the enema. Within about 5 minutes, my stomach was really churning and hurting. All the soap and glycerin was doing its job but wanted out - out NOW. She finally withdrew her finger and relaxed her grasp and let me go to the toilet.
Once again, I exploded and all the contents were forcibly expelled. All though this, she sat on the edge of the tub watching my progress. As things were calming down, she started asking me how I felt and if I had any bloating or gas feelings. Did I feel empty to which I said yes - her remark was - well maybe for today. I could only imagine what that meant. Then she switched on me and remarked that she hadn't noticed that I had peed - come to think of it, I hadn't! She asked me when the last time I had. I couldn't really remember to be honest.
Once I was finished, she had me clean up best I could and step back into the tub. She took it upon herself to make sure I was clean on the outside, using a rough cloth to scrub my backside, up through my crack, around my scrotum and my entire penis. When she got to my penis, she closely inspected, squeezing at the base and feeling every part. She also took note that some milky fluid was still seeping out. Again the questions started. How often did I pee? Did I drink enough water? How much. When I did pee, was the stream strong and steady. Could I stop and start it when I wanted to. When I peed, did I push or did it just flow out. Talk about embarrassed!
All this time she is asking, she is handling me, squeezing, poking and probing my most personal parts! After I was thoroughly scrubbed, she once again dried me and told me to go and try to pee. I took everything I had to get it going, but once it did, she came and took note of every aspect - again there were a few tut tut's. Once finished, she let me go and get dressed, but suggested I put on something that could quickly come off in case the soap had missed something that needed to come out quickly. I was relieved that I was finally able to cover myself. Luckily, my "treatments" were done for that day.
I do remember thinking that I did feel a lot better and lighter! My sensual feelings though, did bother me. Or rather they confused me. Later that afternoon, I came across Gram in the kitchen with a large bottle and bar of Ivory soap. She was cutting the bar up into smaller pieces, placing them into the bottle and adding hot water. Then she added a full bottle of liquid glycerin and stirred the entire mix. She told me that she felt that I needed a full and thorough cleansing and that she needed to prepare the stronger soap solution to aid in that cleansing. She explained that in a day or two the soap would dissolve and make a thicker soap solution that she would inject with a bulb syringe. My stomach churned at the thought and I had to make a bee line for the bathroom. I guess all of the earlier enema had not totally come out. I had to lay down for a while and recover.
Later I went back in the kitchen and it was apparent that she had taken it upon herself to make sure I went home much healthier than I had arrived. She had laid out all of her "supplies" on the table like it was an operating room. Some things I had seen, some were pretty scary including some small plain drinking style glasses, bulb syringe, the bottle with the soap and glycerin solution, two really large shot type syringes, alcohol, some cocoa butter, mineral oil, the now familiar enema bag, hose and nozzle and an assortment of ointments in tubes.
It was suggested that I let you know my level of sexual maturity at this distant time in my life. I was a fully developed 14, almost 15 year old. I started puberty when I was very young - about 11 and to shave by the time I was 13. I had also long since discovered the pleasures one could obtain from one's own body so I was familiar with the sensations I was feeling, but I was confused as to why I felt them during my "treatments".
For the rest of that first full day at Gram's house, she let me rest and relax as she prepared all of the "necessary items" for my treatments. She also took it upon herself to only feed me low bulk foods so as to allow for a more through cleaning. This included clear soups, broths and loads of jello.
That night when it came time for bed (8:00), she suggested I take another bath to relax. I did as I was told and she had a nightshirt and towel in the bathroom ready for me. I told her that I preferred PJ's, but she said I was to wear a nightshirt only so that nothing bound me during the night.
Again, I had no choice but to do as she said. I pulled on the shirt as instructed and felt somewhat like a girl in a nightgown but it was pretty short, so I convinced myself that it was more just like a big shirt. Gram told me that Grandpa used to sleep in one just like it before he passed. She came into the bedroom to check on me, carrying a small towel and a tube of something. She said that she needed to check my bottom to make sure there was no lingering irritation but if there was, she had some ointment to put on it. At this point, there was no refusal and I had resigned myself to the fact that she was going to be seeing, poking, pulling and prodding every part of my body for probably the rest of the summer.
I had two choices. One, I could try to resist which was useless or two, I could give in and try to figure out the feelings and enjoy it. I decided on the latter. With her announcement, she whisked the sheet back and pulled up the nightshirt telling me to raise my legs. I did as she ordered. She looked closely at my somewhat sore opening and decided that a little ointment would be good. She also took the opportunity to closely inspect every inch of my penis and scrotum. My adult hair seemed to get in the way of her inspection as evidenced by the look on her face while she plied through it. Once finished she told me that it was obvious that I had delicate skin and that she would have to keep a close eye on it.
Gram awoke me at 5:30 the following morning. She had obviously been up for a while preparing for the day - for me. She went with me into the bathroom and once more questioned me about peeing - again she watched. This time she seemed more satisfied with the amount that I produced, but quickly felt my stomach when I was done. I guess she was checking for fullness. She also said that I was not to pee again without her knowing it - she needed to check out something.
After this she gave me a breakfast consisting of jello and some apple juice. She had at some point rearranged all of her "supplies" onto a rather large tray. The bottle that contained the soap and glycerin mixture was on the counter with a large spoon in it. She would stir it from time to time and check the consistency. I noted that the stuff had turned into a kind of thin paste consistency. Firm enough to sit on a spoon like a mound of potatoes, yet not as stiff as the jello I was eating. She said that it was almost ready and that in fact, she might even be able to use it later that day. Later that day, I thought - what all did she have planned?
As I said, my Gram lived up north in a very small town. There really wasn't much to do other than watch TV or go for walks. Her nearest neighbor was several hundred yards away but there was land to roam - if I ever got far enough away from the bathroom that is.
Along with my jello and apple juice, I was expected to drink 2 full glasses of water. She said that she wanted me drinking as much water as I possibly could as this too would help flush out my bowels and my bladder. Bladder? I didn't know there was anything wrong with my bladder, but obviously she thought so.
I had finished my breakfast and was choking down the first of the two glasses of water when Gram searched her tray and found a small round bottle. I knew what it was when I saw it - glycerin suppositories. Mom had used them once or twice on me when I was younger - maybe 5 or 6 years old. She busied herself over the tray while I sat there.
Without a word, she turned and sat at the table, placing a small plate with two suppositories. Before you finish your water, she said - let's get these working. She made me stand with my hands on the table leaning forward a bit. Up when the nightshirt and I felt her probe once more. The ointment from the night before was still on my skin to provide some lubricant. Each suppository was placed as high in my rectum as her middle finger would push it - one after the other. She also took the moment to feel around and hit that spot again that made me feel like I had to pee. At once, my penis responded and started to grow. All I wanted to do was sit down and finish my water, which she finally let me do. She then told me I had no more than 15 minutes and then I needed to go into the bathroom. She would be there waiting.
Taking her tray of supplies, she disappeared into the other end of the house. I could hear water running and cabinets open and close. I could also feel the suppositories starting to burn inside me. For a moment, I thought again about the feeling of her finger inside me and my penis began to grow once more. I was actually starting to anticipate the good feelings and was almost ready to admit to myself that I actually wanted to go into the bathroom.
I must have sat there longer than she thought I should have because she started calling me. I stood up and realized that I was rock hard thinking about the feeling - both physical and mental I suppose. Gram had everything ready in the bathroom as before, but this time there were a few extra things. The smell of alcohol was in the air as well. On the tray sat the small plain glass, a large syringe filled with what I hoped was water, the Vaseline, ointments and this time a rubber glove as well. I guess Gram noticed I smelled the alcohol, as she made the comment to me that she was sorry, but wanted things sterile if she needed them. Without being told, I removed my night shirt and was standing there totally naked and still erect. Gram asked if I needed to pee yet, to which I said no. A small frown came over her face as she said - even after all that water? Again I said no.
She then told me to kneel down on the towels as I had done before. Without being told, I knelt down and bent over resting my face on the floor. My rear high in the air. Gram went about her business. She had placed the small glass under me - just below my penis. I though this was somewhat curious, but just assumed she placed it there for some purpose. She rarely did things without an express purpose. The bag had already been filled to capacity and was hanging, plain water this time she told me. I heard her pull on the glove this time and the jar of Vaseline being opened. She almost whispered 'relax' as she started spreading the slippery grease on my backside - each stroke further penetrating me until she finally plunged her finger inside. I must have let out a gasp because I remember her asking me if I was OK. I don't remember answering.
This time she spent less time making sure the Vaseline was spread all over my insides and went straight to that spot again, the one that made me feel like I was going to pee - or something anyway. She told me just to relax again and again as her finger rubbed over and pushed on that spot. I noticed that she had adjusted the glass to be directly under me as a drop of the milky liquid dripped from the tip of my penis. That first drop seemed to give her determination as she rubbed more and more. Another drop, then another. I felt pressure build as she rubbed and pressed more. A fourth drop fell but then nothing more. I finally realized that she had placed the glass there to catch the drops.
She continued for a few more minutes until I guess she either realized that no more was coming or that I was really getting sore by then. I had masturbated many times in my life by that time and I had an idea of what the fluid was, but I really didn't have a clear idea of all the anatomy that was involved or why things happened the way they did. I did know that what she did felt totally different than what I did when I climaxed, so I knew it wasn't the same and I knew that I hadn't climaxed. I thought how embarrassing that would be - to squirt in front of your grandma - no matter how "medical" it was.
Gram picked up the glass and inspected the contents. I could tell that she was not pleased with the result. She asked me if I needed to sit on the toilet before she gave me the enema. I said yes, just to get off of my knees for a few minutes and to get the suppositories out.
While I was sitting there, she continued to inspect the glass. Four drops, she said - is that all? I asked her what she meant. She said that at my age, I should surely be producing much more than that and then proceeded to ask the most embarrassing question ever. She actually asked me if I had masturbated that morning. NO, I said. She continued - last night? NO. When was the last time? I said the first thing that came to mind - about a week ago I guess. I thought this would satisfy her. Did a lot come out, does it dribble or spray, it is thick or thin? The questions were just swirling in my mind.
Good bowel, urinary and reproductive health go hand in hand she told me. All have to be in top working order - especially for males she said. She then told me that next time I peed she wanted to be there - she needed to feel something and then the clincher, the next time I masturbated, she wanted me to catch the result in the glass so she could judge the content, amount and consistency. Also that it would really be best, if I would inform her right before and give it to her right after so she could get the "sample" as fresh as possible.
I think I was numb at this point. I barely remember kneeling back down on the floor and her starting the enema - which by this time had become pretty cold. I think that is what brought me back to reality. I was able to accept the full bag without complaint. Once more she stayed in the bathroom with me until I was finished. But this time she was busily preparing yet another bag full. This time she put some baking soda into the water and mixed it well. I could tell the water was very warm. No sooner had I finished expelling the contents of the first enema, I found myself once again kneeling on the floor waiting to feel the press of the nozzle once more. Just the suggestion of the position made my young manhood spring to life once more.
And yet another confusing thought crossed my mind. A few minutes before, I was embarrassed by my grandmother asking about my masturbation habits and outcome, yet here I was growing excited once more knowing that she was behind me, looking at my most private parts and about to invade me once again. It almost felt comforting this time when the nozzle slid up me. The flow of the water was indeed warm - very warm, but soothing. Gram reached under me with her familiar grip around my genitals once more and gently tugged as the water and soda filled my insides. This time, she did not have to interrupt the water flow as I was able to take the entire bag in one gulp as it were. She seemed pleased. Once completed, she again slid a finger in me to act as a plug and said that I needed to hold it as long as I could.
At least 15 minutes passed, she slid her finger back out and said I could relieve myself. This time, the contents of the toilet was almost clear. Again, she was pleased. She cleaned me up as usual - commenting that a good scrubbing never hurt anyone. I realized I felt like a small child being totally taken care of - and it dawned on me - it wasn't so bad. I stood in front of her as she sat on the toilet while she dried me off completely once more. She folded the towel and threw it over the tub and then proceeded to check me over once more. I think for a moment I had a flash back to a doctor visit I had when I was about 2 or 3. I guess I was running a fever and my mom had the doctor check out my testicles.
Now here I was at 14 standing in front of my Gram with her inspecting me the very same way. If anything, she was more thorough than the doctor was.
Once satisfied with her check up and after a few comments on how delicate my skin looked, she told me to only put on my shirt again. No undies, and certainly no pants. She also said that I could go out in the back and look around if I wanted. She had and old barn with lots of things that any 14 year old would consider cool! I took the invitation and went out back to look around. My stomach felt pretty good by this time, but my bottom was pretty sore. As I only had the shirt on, sitting was also out of the question.
About an hour of that was all I could take so I headed back in. Gram was in the kitchen stirring the soap / glycerin concoction again. She said it was almost ready. I remember asking her if I needed it as everything seemed to be out of me. She just smiled and said that she knew I was far from clean. It was also at that moment in the kitchen that I remembered the large syringe in the bathroom - the one I associated with the alcohol smell, and asked her what it was for. She told me that we would discuss that later - not to worry about it for now. Lunch was a bowl of clear chicken broth, more jello and apple juice. I could have as much as I wanted, but liquid did little to fill me up.
Later that afternoon, Gram said that she wanted to talk to me more about how she was going to help me get healthy. We sat in the bedroom to talk. I remember well her starting off the conversation of how important it was for a young man to start off and maintain a healthy lifestyle. To be clean inside and out and to regularly check the functions of the body.
She then went back to more specifics and asked about my peeing. I had been drinking water all day per her instructions and had actually gone a couple of times before I remembered she wanted to know. I told her that I had gone twice I think it was and she reminded me that she wanted to know before I went. She then asked if I needed to go now, which I did. She escorted me to the bathroom and stood next to me - just as I was about to start, she put her fingers up under my testicles at the base of my penis. I had already started to process and could not very well stop - all the time I peed, she felt around the base. At one point she even felt the underside of my penis to see how the flow felt as she put it.
All the while she questioned me - are you pushing, are you relaxed etc. etc. When I had finished, she asked if I felt empty - and I said yeah I guess. This didn't seem to sit well with her - she asked if I couldn't tell if I was empty. She also seemed to be criticizing my stream.
This is when I knew something was up and I was going to be in for more "treatments". Gram told me to go lay on the bed and pull my shirt up. She busied herself in the bathroom for 10 or 15 minutes. I could hear water running and her getting things off the tray. I was imagining that another enema was definitely coming. Was I wrong!
Gram appeared in the room with the large syringe that I had seen earlier, a large flat pad like a diaper and a white bath towel. I figured that she was going to give me a small enema with the syringe. She told me to raise up as she slid the flat pad under me. The towel was placed over my lower stomach. She then proceeded to explain to me what she was about to do. You see, it seems that my grandfather had bladder problems and Gram became proficient in his care when it came to catheterizing and irrigating.
She felt that I could benefit from some irrigation. She explained that she had sterile water in the syringe which too had been sterilized with the alcohol I smelled earlier. She said that all I need to was relax and she would do the rest. It was her intention to inject the water up my penis and fill my bladder - whereby she could measure the return to see if I was indeed emptying my bladder completely.
Now this seemed totally scary to me at the time, but again, she was my Gram. I laid there as she gently grasped my penis, which once more was becoming rapidly hard. The syringe had a long end that she placed firmly into the opening of my penis and started to inject the water.
At first it only swelled my penis and stopped. She told me that I had to relax all the muscles down there so it would flow on in past my prostate and into my bladder. Nothing seemed to work. The first few times, only squirts of water came out as she removed the syringe. Her urging words to relax kept coming. She told me that if I couldn't take it this way, she would have to catheterize me, which she may do anyway. I closed my eyes, took a long slow breath and she tried again.
This time, I felt the cool water run down my penis, down between my legs, through my prostate and into my bladder. The more it flowed, the more relaxed my bladder and prostate became. She was able to inject 3 full syringes, which she said was 9 ounces. I was to pee into a container she had. I guess it was left over from Grandpa. It was a large beaker, with ml graduations on the side.
After she completed the injections, she had me stand and pee the water back into the beaker. A little over 10 ounces came out. I will never forget it. She said - see I thought you were not emptying completely! Your prostate is not in condition and is keeping you from emptying completely. We will work on that! My only thought was whatever did that mean. I didn't have to wait long. She came back in with more sterile water and repeated the injection procedure, but this time had me hold my penis for her while she slid a finger into my rectum to massage my prostate while she injected the water. She injected the water very slowly and I was becoming more and more aroused. This time another 9 ounces with just slightly more than 9 ounce return. She told me she would get a catheter for me tomorrow. I don't think I really understood what that meant.
After she had taken everything away and cleaned up, she came back in to talk. She started talking about masturbating again. I was totally embarrassed, but also still very aroused by the last treatment. She glanced down at my erection and asked me if I felt like doing it now, to which I said no. She reminded me that she needed to see the product of any activity and as soon as possible after it was produced. She even told me what to do and not do. That it would be best to not even hardly move so she could inspect me - as she put it. I was starting to get the feeling that if I didn't soon, she would see to it that I did.
That night, I really did want to finish it off as I was still hard just thinking about things. Dinner was the same fare with nothing solid as of yet. She told me that she would start allowing me to eat more substantial food the next day. I was definitely glad to hear that.
We sat and watched some TV and I was off to bed at 8 once more. She did her ritual of coming in and checking me with her tube of ointment and this time a bottle of lotion. Looking over all my skin for any signs of redness or breakdown. Again she seemed to be somewhat bothered with my growth of hair blocking some of her view. I guess I was lucky in that it was contained mainly to my stomach - not much on my penis or scrotum. She asked how my stomach felt and I told her it was a little sore. She said she could fix that and proceeded to put lotion on her hands and started massaging my stomach from my ribs to my groin. I must admit, that felt really nice. I suddenly realized that I felt exhausted and quickly fell asleep while Gram was rubbing my stomach.
Gram let me sleep in until almost 6:30 the third day. I remember feeling good but weak that morning and I remember really having to go to the bathroom really bad! As usual she accompanied me to the toilet and observed me peeing and felt around again. I could tell she was looking at the stream and timing me.
Again, she asked if I felt like I had emptied. For whatever reason, I said no this time. She smiled and said, she didn't think so. She then sent me back to the bed room with the little plain glass and said that I really should produce a sample for her. Especially if it had been more than 6 days since I had ejaculated. I really didn't want to do this. I tried to make her happy by saying I would think about it. Again, I think I was just too embarrassed.
After about 20 minutes, she called me to breakfast - a grapefruit and juice, plain toast too. Wow a feast I thought. I really didn't like grapefruit though. About 7:30 she said we needed to start again. I wasn't sure what she meant.
Luckily this time was just a plain warm water enema. It really felt good going in. She also gave me this one laying on my back which was much better I thought. The returns were not as clear as Gram wanted though.
That afternoon, Gram called me into the bathroom for my afternoon treatment. This time when I went into the bathroom, the now familiar bottle with the thick soap / glycerin liquid was there along with a bulb type syringe waiting to be filled. The other large shot type of syringe was also there, like the one she injected my bladder with, but this one was filled about half way with what looked like Vaseline. It was in the sink which was filled with hot water. She explained that this would be a multi part treatment. First she would inject the vaseline into my rectum followed by a full syringe of mineral oil. That would stay in me for about 10 minutes before the next step.
She explained that she put the vaseline and mineral oil in first because the soap and glycerin in the form she would put in, was harsh and she wanted it up past my rectum. The oil would protect that area. After the soap was injected, she would let a plain water enema from the bag fill me the remainder of the way. I was to stay like this until the urge was very strong and she would be massaging my stomach all the while the water was flowing in.
She told me to take off my shirt - which I did. She proceeded to fill the bath tub with about 8 inches of warm water and told me to get in. I did as I was told - as usual. Once in, I was instructed to get into a kneeling position. She then injected the warmed and somewhat thinned vaseline into my rectum and immediately refilled the syringe to the top with mineral oil. That too was injected. The bulk of the vaseline could easily be felt inside my bottom.
When the oil was injected, I could feel it running through my bowels. She had me maintain the kneeling position for about 5 minutes and then told me to lay down on my back with my legs over the sides of the tub. I was to stay like this for about 10 minutes more. While I was lying there, she proceeded to load the rather large bulb syringe with the soap / glycerin mixture which was still very thick. In fact I remember wondering how it would 'flow' inside me as it was so thick. Gram assured me that my body temperature and the follow up water would distribute it, but that she wanted maximum strength introduced in one shot. I suspect now the bulb syringe was about 12 ounces. It took some doing to actually load it with the goopy soap.
Once she had that complete, she filled the enema bag with very warm water with some soda added. My stomach was starting to churn already because of the vaseline and oil. With a final word to relax, Gram inserted the nozzle from the bulb syringe deep into my rectum and started squeezing it with both hands. I could feel the coolness of the soap solution ooze out inside me and it started burning almost immediately. She told me to hold on and relax, it would get better soon.
No sooner had she emptied the bulb syringe as best she could, she pulled it out and thrust the nozzle from the bag enema up me. The water was started without ceremony and she immediately started massaging my stomach very deeply. She told me it was best to keep my mind off of my stomach and that she would help. She applied a generous amount of lotion to my stomach and to my surprise, my privates as well. To work she went, rubbing and massaging deeply into my stomach.
Every once in a while, she would glide her hand down and around my scrotum and up my penis which once more, was growing hard. My stomach churned and burned, but the water kept flowing. I really didn't have a strong urge to release as the oil and vaseline had blocked the soap from my rectum. Gram kept rubbing my stomach and when ever I got a cramp, she would shift her focus to my privates, massaging the lotion in and trying to get my mind off of my stomach.
For just a split second, I realized that I liked the feeling and being stroked in that way while I was being filled. Something triggered in me and I knew it was a pleasurable feeling - even if it was my Gram stroking me. I made no attempt to stop her as I was also too busy concentrating on not exploding the contents of the enema in the tub. Before I knew it, the enema bag was completely empty.
Gram was continuing her deep belly massage trying to break up whatever was inside me. The soap and glycerin were certainly having their effect. One last round of cramps and Gram did her best to keep my mind occupied, but it was time for it to all come out. She quickly helped me stand and without drying off, led me to the toilet. She continued to try to have me hold it by massaging me. I was totally rock hard and starting to get afraid that I might explode in another way.
Another hard cramp hit and I exploded into the toilet. For a split second, I think I saw a smile on Gram's face. I cramped really hard with each expulsion and more and more junk came out of me. I guessed she really knew what she was talking about when she said I wasn't totally clean yet. I probably I sat there for a good 20 minutes after the final urge had stopped. I felt exhausted and spent, but Gram insisted that I take one more plain water to rinse. She allowed me about 45 minutes to recover. This enema was just plain water with a little soda added. Because my body was in such an expulsion mode, Gram asked if she could help me hold it. I nodded yes. She had me kneel down on the floor with my bottom up.
More lube was applied, but I hardly think it was needed at that point. Once the nozzle was in, I felt a warm hand filled with lotion take hold of me and rub. Ever so gently. Just enough to keep my mind occupied and my opening tight around the nozzle. I was only able to take about half before I had to go.
Once I was empty again, Gram prepared a fresh bath and had me climb in. She completely bathed me from head to toe. I was totally exhausted. She dried me off and put a new shirt on me and led me to the bed. I realized that she had also laid out a towel and had another one of the pads like she used when she flushed my bladder. Two very large pins were stuck into the side of the bed as well. She told me to lay down on the towel which she promptly pulled up between my legs and pinned on me like a very large, very thick diaper. The pad was tucked in all around the edges.
She explained that sometimes accidents happen and she would rather be safe than sorry. I was too exhausted to protest and quickly drifted off to sleep.
I awoke about an hour later with a strong urge building in my stomach. It was too late, and I filled the make-shift diaper with yet another sample of my unclean colon. Gram heard me rustling around and came into the room.
I was totally embarrassed, but she put on a very loving and understanding face and repeated over and over that it wasn't my fault and that is why she had diapered me. She quickly unpinned the towels and used the end to clean me up, leaving the pad under me. I tried to get up, but she said it would be best if I just laid there and let her clean me. I did as I was told. In a moment she had a wash cloth, soap and some lotion. She proceeded to clean up the mess and place a fresh pad under me.
After I was clean and dry, she soothed lotion over the entire area, paying particular attention to my more delicate areas. I remember lying there, helpless, but enjoying every minute, wishing it would never end. After she was convinced that my skin had absorbed as much lotion as it could, she let me get up and have some light dinner.
After dinner, she said that she needed to run to the store and I was to stay there and wait at the house. Gram went out but was back in about 45 minutes. She had a bag from the pharmacy and I knew there were things in there for me. She unpacked the bag in her room and came out to discuss the next round of treatments.
We sat on the sofa together to talk. She said that she was pleased with my progress in cleaning my bowels but that they still needed on going work and that she was concerned with other areas as well. I knew immediately she meant my bladder and prostate. She again told me how important it was to keep healthy in those areas and that she was going to help me get that way and that we would start first thing the next morning. She then said she needed to go prepare the things she would need in the morning.
I watched TV as she returned to her bedroom, retrieved the bag and headed for the kitchen table. I could hear her unloading several things from the bag and lay them out. My curiosity got to me and I wandered into the kitchen. There on the table were several things - some I recognized and some I didn't.
First were several long red tubes each sealed in a clear package. They were about 14" long and had openings in the end. There was a new package of rubber gloves marked 'sterile', some KY jelly, several new shot type syringes in packages also marked 'sterile', a fresh tube of Desitin ointment and a fresh tube of A & D ointment. There was also a new shaving razor and some shaving cream. Gram saw me surveying the contents of the table. I must have looked worried, but she told me in a reassuring way that she was perfectly capable of using everything there as she had to help grandpa for many years. At the end of the table was also a package adult disposable diapers for small size. My first thought was, am I going to have more accidents?
The next morning started early as usual. Gram woke me up and asked if I needed to go to the bathroom. Of course I did. Once again, she escorted me to the toilet and watched as I peed. Again she asked if I was empty and I said that I thought so. No more would come out. Again she had that look on her face. She told me to go back and lay on the bed.
After a few minutes, she came in carrying a tray with several of the items from the night before, including one of the long red tubes, syringe and a package of the rubber gloves. She then retrieved a clean large glass of water that she proclaimed as sterile. A pad was placed under me again and she went to work opening the packages but being careful not to touch any of the contents inside. She put the large beaker from before down between my legs. Once the packages were open, she put the gloves on, withdrew the long rubber hose and placed a clamp on the very end. I recognized the clamp as the one from the enema bag. I thought she was going to give me an enema there in the bed. Then she grasped my penis and told me to relax yet again.
Before I knew it, she was feeding the red hose inside my penis. I could feel it creep down, down more and more. It bent its way around the bottom and then stopped. It burned a little but Gram just told me to take a long slow breath. With gentle pressure she pushed it deeper into me until I felt it almost pop inside me - deep inside me. Now then, she said let's see if we have anything.
I looked down and saw my penis with about 2 inches left of the red hose sticking out. Gram released the clamp with the open end of the hose over the beaker. A small trickle of urine flowed from the end. There was not much though - maybe about half an ounce. Gram seemed pleased. I thought it was over, but then she picked up the rather large syringe and filled it with the water.
Once filled, she affixed it to the end of the hose and injected the water into my bladder. I must admit that this seemed easier than the other way of just injecting it down my penis, but then again, the tube was uncomfortable. After the injection, the hose was clamped and the syringe refilled. This too was injected into my bladder. I could not hold all of the fourth syringe full so Gram let it flow out into the beaker. She repeated this procedure 3 times. Gram finished with the syringe and put it aside. I thought she would remove the tube then, but she left it in me. She said that I needed to leave it in place to help stretch out my opening to let things flow more freely.
I had to lay there like that for two hours. The buildup of urine was allowed to escape the end of the tube and was soaked up by the pad under me.
When the time was up, Gram came in with one last injection of water and clamped off the hose. She grasped my penis in one hand, the hose in the other and with a steady gentle pull, withdrew the tube from my penis. It was as if I had no control and the flood of water came right after the tube was withdrawn - almost as if it were pushing it out. Gram smiled and said that it looked like she had some success in opening me up. The first time I peed after this treatment, it burned, but Gram said it would pass and it did. I did feel almost that I had lost some control though. Gram said that she would be putting me in a diaper at night so there were no accidents. I wasn't too sure about that one. She said it would pass as soon as I learned to gain more control with myself.
That afternoon, it was time for another internal massage. Gram had me stand next to the dresser this time as she sat behind me. Using the pair of gloves from earlier, she applied some KY jelly to her middle finger and pushed it up my rectum. She had given me my now familiar plain glass to hold under my penis to catch the product of her work. Her finger went straight to the right spot. Soon one drop, then two and with more work, three came out. It seemed a little thicker this time, but still no more than three drops.
This time, I was told in no uncertain terms that I needed to produce a semen sample. Red faced and embarrassed, I kept the glass and went to lay on the bed. Gram got me some lotion and fairly sternly, told me to get at it. She left the room but left the door open.
As she left, she reminded me to call her just as soon as it happened. Believe me, this was harder than I thought. I was in there for about 15 minutes when she called to me, was I finished. No I replied. She asked if I wanted her to massage inside my bottom to which I said no. Her reply was - ok well then - not this time. NOT THIS TIME, the words echoed in my head.
With much effort, I was finally able to produce what she was looking for and I called her. Her first comment was - took you long enough - but she smiled. She quickly examined the contents of the glass and commented that it sure wasn't much. Probably because of the circumstances I guessed. Then her attention quickly shifted to my penis. It was still fairly hard with some of my semen still leaking out of the end. She quickly took hold and squeezed the remainder out to check the volume left inside. A few tut tuts followed. I knew she was disappointed.
Then the questions started. Did I stop when I felt the urge, was there a buildup in my bottom, did it just kind of leak out or was there make behind the ejaculation. Again she questioned the last time I had ejaculated. I was totally embarrassed, but I also finally realized that to her this was totally medical and functional and that her concern was for my well being. She took the glass and left saying, in a few days, we will try again. She returned a short time later with the glass now clean and dry. She placed it on my nightstand I think as a reminder of what would be expected of me.
After dinner she told me that she was pleased with the progress of my bowels. She also said that I would only be receiving daily multiple enemas for the first 6 days - then we would see what we needed to do. It was then time for a bath. She always drew my bath for me, had a towel and washcloth ready and my now familiar night shirt laid out. While I was soaking in the tub, she was busying herself in my bedroom. I could hear her putting the bed covers down and things unwrapping. She bustled into the bathroom like I was not even there, with one of the syringes in her hand. Without a word, she filled it with more mineral oil. I told her that I though we were finished with enemas for today - her reply was that this wasn't really an enema, just something to help me through the night.
After she finished her work in my room, she came back into the bath to give me my scrubbing. Just like a baby, she once more scrubbed every part of me. I was allowed to soak for a few more minutes, then she came in to get me out - dried me completely and did her usual nightly inspection of my privates. She then led me into the bath where I was totally taken aback.
There spread out on the bed was one of the adult sized diapers she had brought home the other night. The syringe filled with mineral oil and several tubes of ointment were on the night stand along with some shaving cream and razor. A fresh towel and a basin with water and a washcloth were on the table as well. First she laid out another one of the large pads like she had used before and told me to lay down on it. She said that with the accident I had after the soap enema and the fact that my skin seemed delicate and that she would need to treat it, I would need to wear the diaper at night and also because of all that, she needed to make it easier on her to clean me by getting rid of what hair I had. She proceeded to lather me up and completely shave every last trace of hair from my privates and bottom.
Once this was complete, she slid the pad out from under me and adjusted the diaper so it would close properly around me. Once she was satisfied, she picked up the syringe and injected the mineral oil up my rectum. The next step was to "protect" my delicate skin as she put it. A thick coating of desitin ointment and then something else ( guessed it to be Vaseline) was applied to all of my diaper area. I looked down a couple of times and thought how funny I looked all white and gooey, sticking straight up into the air. She finally seemed pleased with her work and went to tape the diaper on me.
I quickly asked about the oil. Her comment with a smile was, it needs to stay in until the morning. She understood accidents and that is what the diaper was for but that I should really try to hold it in all night.
The next morning, Gram woke me again about 6:30. My stomach felt really bloated and sick. All I wanted to do was get out of that diaper and onto a toilet. I fully expected her to come in and release me from it, but all she did was call me to the bathroom. When I got in, she was getting another soapy enema ready. This time she used the soap concoction as a base and added a good amount of water so it would pass through the regular enema. I would suspect that she added about 2 cups of the goo to a basin of water and mixed it up. I took off my night shirt and was standing there in just the diaper fiddling with the tapes when she told me to leave it alone.
She then asked if I had held my oil, to which I said that I had. She was pleased. I was confused. When she had the enema filled and ready to go, she said for me to kneel down with my head on the floor (something I was getting used to).
I asked about the diaper - she said she knew what she was doing - with a very stern look on her face. I knew better than to say anything more. I knelt down into the regular position. I felt her hook a finger under the back side of the diaper next to my bottom and pull it over, exposing my anus. The nozzle was slipped in and pushed up into me.
After the nozzle was all the way in, up to the hose, she smoothed the diaper back into position with the hose coming out of the side. I heard the click of the clamp and the warmth started spreading deep inside me once more. As usual, I also started becoming aroused again, but this time it was not very comfortable as I was well contained by the diaper. I guess Gram noticed the movement in my diaper and reached under to help adjust me to a more comfortable position. It didn't take long for the slight cramping and uneasy feeling to start. Gram repeatedly told me to relax.
Once the contents of the bag had been transferred to my bowels, she again pulled the diaper to the side and withdrew the nozzle. She instructed me not to move and stay there as long as I could. It seemed to be forever, almost torture. A cramp would hit and it took everything I had to hold it in. A few times, a little would squirt out but was caught by the diaper. I started wondering if she was going to make me do it in the diaper. Was she punishing me for something? A few more quirts leaked out of my anus. I was really squirming but she kept telling me to just be still.
Finally I couldn't take it any more and a fair amount gushed out and filled my diaper. Gram quickly laid me down on my back, pulled the diaper loose and stood me up. I just made it to the toilet for a huge explosion. I asked her why she made me do it in the diaper and why she didn't let me take it off and go. In all that she had put me through, this upset me the most and I was almost in tears. She said that she really wanted me to hold this one as long as I could. She figured that I wouldn't want to soil myself and by keeping me in a diaper, she could get me to hold it as long as possible, but at the same time, if there was an accident, I was not going to mess everything up.
After I was finished expelling the enema, Gram had me step into the tub for another scrubbing. Once the mess from the enema had been washed away, she centered on getting the remains of the desitin off and my skin totally clean. She rubbed mineral oil on me to dissolve the last of the desitin. Then soap and water helped flush away the last of the mineral oil.
Once she was satisfied that I was clean, she refilled the enema bag with warm water. I was to lay in the tub as she filled it with water. Once the water was about 6 inches deep again, she inserted the nozzle and let it flow. She held the bag high this time and it streamed in very fast rushing though my intestines until the bag was completely collapsed. She withdrew the nozzle. She left the room telling me to stay there on my back until the urge was strong. I for a moment was hoping she was coming with the lotion like the last time, but she never did. I remember feeling disappointed. When the urge hit, I dried myself quickly and expelled the content of that enema in one long makeful jet into the toilet. Gram came in to inspect the contents and seemed pleased. Off to the bedroom she said to me.
I went into the bedroom and saw my night shirt and a fresh diaper laying on the bed. She reappeared with her tray of supplies. The first thing I noticed was another package with a long red rubber hose in it and a package of gloves. I started to protest, but her stern look told me that objection was going to be useless. I laid there as she once more fed the red rubber hose into my penis, inch by inch until only a couple of inches remained. She wrapped a piece of tape around it and taped it to my penis.
Still holding me, she said - this stays in all day. You will wear the diaper so anything that leaks out will be caught. She pulled the diaper up between my legs and fastened the tapes. She also said that I would not get another enema until tomorrow. I don't know if I was happy or sad. On one hand, my anus was really sore with all the prodding, stretching and rush of water and waste out of it, but on the other, I was starting to crave the attention.
Every now and then, Gram would come and cup the front of the diaper to see how wet I was becoming. After about 3 hours, she announced that it was time for a change. I was hoping too that she would remove the tube. I got up on the bed and she proceeded to change me just like a baby. She had a wet wash cloth to clean my skin and then even sprinkled a small amount of powder on my scrotum and my legs. That felt really good as I remember. Also to my surprise, she produced a syringe and water and proceeded to fill and drain my bladder 3 times, but in the end, did not remove the tube.
I was re-diapered and told to watch TV or do something quietly until dinner was ready. Believe me, I didn't exactly feel like running around the block. Sitting on the hard kitchen chair to eat dinner was uncomfortable as the tube was still in me.
After dinner I was really getting uncomfortable. I was also wet again as she was still having me drink tons of water but Gram didn't change me. I had to wait until it was time to go to bed. About 8:30, she called me into the bed room where I saw the familiar jar filled with water and syringe. She once more, unfastened the diaper and irrigated me. She just let the water this time soak into the diaper. Once she was convinced that her job was done. She slipped the old diaper out and another under me. She felt around under my scrotum and traced the track of the tube, asking me if it hurt. Hurt no, but it was uncomfortable.
Good she said - then we will wait till morning. Wait till morning for what I asked - to remove it she said. Another diaper was placed under me. She took the tube of desitin once more and proceeded to coat my scrotum and all the way down and in my anus. The diaper was fastened and I was told it was time to sleep. It was uncomfortable enough to keep me from getting to sleep any time soon. Thank goodness there was a radio in the room so I just laid there listening to that until I fell asleep.
I had not slept very well that night. I was really uncomfortable and I guess Gram knew I would be as she came in to get me at 6:00. The diaper was totally soaked so she put a pad under me before she took it off. I guess all the water I drank during the day spent all night leaking out of me through the tube. I was left laying there with the red tube still sticking out of my penis for anyone who walked by to see. Luckily it was just Gram and me.
When she came back, she had her syringe and water and I knew another round of irrigation was coming. She injected the first syringe full into me and then clamped off the tube. Then another syringe full was injected, then a third and part of a fourth before she clamped the tube for the last time. There was a lot of pressure in my stomach with all the water filling my bladder. She took her things back into the bathroom and came back with her beaker. It was placed between my legs. Without saying anything she undid the tape holding the tube to my penis, grasped me and pulled it out with a slow steady motion.
As soon as the end slipped out of my penis, the rush of water sprayed into the beaker. I was really relieved to have that out of me. And to be free of the diaper, which was really hot. She told me to flip over and get on my knees. Kneeling on the bed with my rear up, she slid her finger deep inside me once more and probed, kneading that spot. It really hurt this time. "toning you" she said. I remember that because it had a weird sound and I had no idea what she meant.
She pressed and using her finger pushed against the spot while she moved her finger in and out. I felt like I had to pee and realized that several drops of the white milky fluid had already dripped out of me. I guess Gram was pleased although she made no attempt to catch the drops this time. She just let them drip onto the pad. Once she was satisfied with the amount that had dripped out, she eased her pressure and was almost stroking the area. She finished by probing the entire area of my rectum. She then removed her finger and said that I could get up now. I felt like I needed to go pee still so I went to the toilet and just sat there for a while. A few drops of pee leaked out, but that was it. When I went back into the bedroom the pad, wet diaper and all of the other things were gone. Gram was in the bathroom with the water running again. I knew what was coming. The thought of getting filled once more started making me go hard again. Gram walked in and noticed too.
With a smile she just held out her hand and said - ready? In the bathroom, I saw the bottle of the thick gooey soap and glycerin solution on the counter along with the bulb syringe. The enema bag was filled and already hanging. Gram started filling the other syringe with another load of Vaseline, but this time, she filled it all the way up, then looked and made a comment that she needed to get another jar or two. TWO I thought?
Without being told, I knelt on the floor presenting my backside to her once more. She inserted the long end of the syringe into my anus and began to fill me with the thick Vaseline. No warming or thinning this time. It sat in my rectum like a lump. Unlike the first time, she went ahead and inserted the long nozzle of the bulb syringe working it deep inside me. I felt the gooey soap starting to fill my bowels deep inside and the now familiar burn it created.
This time she was able to get all 12 or more ounces in me. The nozzle was removed. Next came the enema bag and its contents. Gram inserted that nozzle up to the tube and clicked the clamp to allow the water to flow. The water rushed in spreading the soap up my colon. There was no resistance as there was very little in my bowel by now. I had not eaten any really bulky food since I had been there and with 4 days of steady cleaning, I had to have been clean. The burning from the soap and glycerin solution soon was more than the burn I still felt deep in my penis.
In fact, that feeling was more just like the feeling that you have to go really bad rather than a true pain. It only took a few minutes for the entire contents of the enema to drain into me. She withdrew the nozzle and left me to stay there while she went about cleaning up the equipment and refilled the enema bag with another round of warm water. The urge hit and I expelled the contents into the toilet. It seemed as if the soap had dissolved the Vaseline in me as there was only an oily skim on the surface. No sooner had I expelled the first enema of the day, Gram was filling me back up again.
Just before she screwed the hose into the bag, she added some baking soda to the water. This time I was to lay on my back on the floor. She spread out a towel on the tile and I laid down and drew up my knees. This enema was very warm - it almost felt hot. Again, it had no trouble going in, but Gram left the nozzle buried up me when this was empty. I was told that I should lay there until I really had to go. The longer the better. For the first time, I actually asked for something. I looked up and asked her if she would help me hold it.
She smiled and said she would be happy to. She reached over for the bottle of lotion and started massaging my stomach, but very gently. Soon her hand drifted down to my now bare lower skin and very gently rubbed. My mind was drifting off and not even thinking about how the water was filling my belly. She must have spent about 15 minutes massaging my stomach and rubbing me.
For a moment, I wanted to, but then again I didn't want to. I imagined what it would be like if it did and what she would say. Then reality hit and I knew what she would say - "is that all there is? Does it shoot any better than that? I think we need more work here." Hers was always a clinical approach. But something stirred in me and now a part of me didn't think it would be to bad or embarrassing if she did see me make a sample for her.
The hard cramping never really hit, but Gram held out a hand to help me up and said it was time to get it out of me. All of the water rushed out in one long stream. There was really nothing but some residual soap bubbles in the toilet.
Two hours - she said. Again in two hours. She took me to the bed room and got another diaper out, laid it on the bed and had me get on it. I asked if I had to. As she taped it in place she reminded me of the last full strength soap enema I had and the explosion from that. But this time, I am clean I thought. Oh well, it really wasn't that bad - and maybe when she changes me, she will put some ointment on again. I was really starting to like that. It wasn't until I had the diaper on, that I realized that I had to pee again, or at least had that feeling.
Then I realized that I had to go now, it was kind of burning and I just went. Gram noticed I was wet and asked if I had peed on purpose. I told her what I felt and she said it was OK for me to just pee the diaper. It would be easier that way and that was what the diaper was for. Then she said that she thought that might happen as I had had the catheter in all night. I was stretched out and after having one in for a while, it might make you have to pee without warning. It would go away and not to worry - just use the diaper.
The two hours passed pretty quick and I was back into the bathroom. This time I was to receive my enema on my knees again. Gram had added some salt along with the soda this time.
Again, it went in quickly and came out quickly, but there was still some evidence of soap in the toilet. We wait two more hours and do it again. Other than the soap, there was nothing else in the toilet. She put me back into another diaper but not before she smoothed some mineral oil all over me. She took some time to rub it in for a while too and I liked that a lot. For the first time I thought about how rough and tough she was, but how soft her hands were. Too soon she stopped and went to taping the diaper snugly around me. The end of my still rock hard penis was just below the waist band of the diaper.
I had to wait two more hours now for the next treatment. Gram went into the bathroom, cleaned the bulb syringe and got everything ready for the next round. I was curious when I saw her with the bulb syringe. I thought I was going to get more soap. But I was soon to find out that she was only going to use it to get more water in me than the 2 quart enema bag would supply.
When it came time for the next enema, Gram pulled the diaper off me and had me lay on the floor on my stomach. This was a new position and it was not very comfortable. She started off by asking how I felt and my only problem was a rather sore rear opening. The sensations I had been feeling deep in my penis were gone and that all felt pretty much back to normal although I had wet the diaper, but the uncomfortable feeling was getting less and less.
She first applied some ointment to my anus and spread it inside as well. It made the sore feeling much better. She waited a minute then I felt the familiar first finger and thumb spread my cheeks apart and the tip of the nozzle start to enter me once more. I tried to relax best I could but it was still sore going in. I think the new position had something to do with it. Gram squeezed the contents - cold water. I was shocked. Up to this point all had been warm. To tone your colon - was the explanation that was given.
She withdrew the bulb syringe and fed the nozzle from the bag into me. More cold water. I was almost chilled from the feeling. It also made my stomach start cramping, which it had not really done for the last two - not since the soap session first thing that morning. The cramping was pretty bad. Gram just kept telling me to relax and take deep breaths. If I needed to, I could also get up on my knees if it would make me more comfortable. No sooner had the last drained into me, I had to go and go now. This was also the most water I had ever taken and I felt really full. My stomach was even bulging from the water. It felt so cold against my anus as it rushed out. This time the water didn't come out in one steady flow. I think my bowels were cramped up so much they wouldn't let the water out in a steady flow. I took about 15 minutes before I felt like there was no more. The toilet this time was completely clean and without any soap bubbles. I felt very tired and just wanted to lay down for a while. Gram led me back to the bed, to a fresh diaper and put a blanket over me.
She woke me up in time for dinner. Not seeing my night shirt in the room, I walked out in just the diaper. Gram said that both of the shirts were being washed but if I wanted to, I could just be in the diaper. As it was summer, the air was warm and I felt comfortable. Dinner was the best yet. She had made fresh vegetables and had been to the store to buy some fresh bread. I also noticed two new jars of Vaseline on the counter with the other groceries. Dinner that night tasted great. After we finished and cleaned up the kitchen gram told me her plans for the remainder of my stay.
She seemed satisfied with my bowel cleaning progress and too was happy that her internal massaging was apparently producing more of the milky liquid. She did say that I should now try to hold my pee as she wanted to see me go before bed to judge any progress there. As far as enemas go, I would not have any more for two days, but that I would have a series of treatments every 2 or 3 days depending on how it was going. She felt that a plain water enema would do between, but every 6th day, I would receive the soap and glycerin. I would be given glycerin suppositories every other day and have an internal massage every day. Every 4 days I was to produce a sample for her as well. And it was then that she told me that she would be there.
When she said that, I was both somewhat embarrassed, but excited. Her just talking about it was starting to make he hard again. Being 14, it never took too much to make me hard. When it came time for bed, she led me into the bedroom, got a fresh diaper out and her tray with all the ointments. I laid on the bed for her to unfasten the diaper. She cleaned me thoroughly while I just laid back and closed my eyes. I heard the sound of her putting on a rubber glove once more and mentally started to relax my bottom, as I knew that I would have one last inspection. I felt the cold of the KY jelly being applied to my bottom, but she didn't slide her finger right in as she usually did. Rather, I heard her flip the top on the lotion bottle. I didn't open my eyes. Her finger was once more probing my bottom and without hesitation, she slid her middle finger deep inside me once more. She had felt around for a moment and then centered on that one spot. Just as she started stroking it, I felt her other hand grasp me. I opened my eyes and she immediately told me to relax. I laid there as she massaged me deep inside my rectum with her finger and gently rubbed my privates with her other hand.
Before long, I noticed that she was squeezing my penis from the bottom up and I looked in time to see a small amount of the milky liquid spill out of the end. With that, Gram stopped. She withdrew her finger and stopped rubbing me. Without a word she got the tube of desitin and coated all of my privates, then a coating of Vaseline went over that. Her only comment about anything was that she would need to shave me again tomorrow and that she would add that to the calendar.
I woke up about 6 on my own that morning. I had to pee really bad, but when I went to the bathroom, I could hear Gram in there already. From the sounds I could hear, it was apparent that she too enjoyed an enema every so often. She heard me outside and said that she would be a little longer. I couldn't wait and stood by the door and flooded the diaper. Thank goodness I was wearing it. Gram came out about 20 minutes later, I had laid back down on my bed. She came into my room wearing just a robe (she was usually always dressed) and said that I could have my turn. I told her it was too late. She said - oh - with an understanding smile and said she would be right back. She came in with a wet wash cloth and a pad.
After slipping the pad under me, she untapped my diaper and started wiping me. There was a fair amount of the greasy stuff left on me, so she went and got the mineral oil again and rubbed that on to break up the desitin and Vaseline. Once that was wiped away, she led me into the bath to finish the clean up. I suddenly realized that since I had been there, I had not taken my own bath. Gram had bathed me every day. I also noticed that the enema bag that was usually laid on the counter top, was still hanging from the bar near the toilet. She noticed my look and said - everyone benefits from an enema from time to time.
After my bath she dried me and led me back to my bedroom. This time, she came back with only one of the nightshirts. She said that I didn't have to wear a diaper unless I felt like I was going to have an accident. We both agreed that I would be OK that day. I spent all day in just the shirt. My stomach felt better and my bottom was not sore anymore either. She did still have me drink loads of water but meals were more back to normal. I could actually feel my stomach starting to fill back up again after having been so thoroughly cleaned. I did notice a new feature on the refrigerator door.
A makeshift calendar was taped up with what was to be done each day for the remainder of my stay. It said things like - warm water only 3 times or soap with water rinse or soapy water with water rinse. There were other notes as well - cath with irrig. Cath 24. Ejac. Chk. and massage.
Something was written in for every day it seemed. On the days I didn't get an enema, it appeared that Gram was going to be working on my bladder. Ever 4 days was written ejac. chk and every 5 days was written cath with irrig,. All I knew was the next 7 weeks were going to be busy according to the calendar. I sat there somewhat embarrassed when she explained to me what each and every notation meant and exactly how she was going to go about each procedure. I realized that "ejac chk" was written in every 4 days and tomorrow would be the 4th day since I produced a sample for her. It was written in for tomorrow.
During the day, Gram also came in to check my stream - as she put it . I couldn't tell if she was happy or not. Usual facial expressions escaped her. The main indication that she wasn't happy about something was her "tut tut" sound that she made. That night before bed, she called me in to my bedroom. She had a diaper out for me as usual and said that she would feel more comfortable if I slept in one. I got on while she applied some KY to her finger once more.
Another inspection was coming. Her finger slide easily into my now accustomed backside. She felt deep, shallow and all around. She only spent a few seconds on that spot before she withdrew her finger. She asked if I had any pain or discomfort to which I said no. Then she said she would be right back. In a moment she was back with the razor and shaving cream once more.
Without a word, she lathered up my privates and proceeded to shave away the stubble that had formed. Once she was finished, she said that if she let it go too long, it would start itching and she didn't want that to happen. A light soothing coating of some lotion was rubbed in and then a generous sprinkle of powder. The diaper was taped in place for the night.
I actually slept in until 8:00 that day. I walked into the kitchen in my short shirt and bulging diaper before I realized that she had company. It was the lady from down the road. She had come by to give Gram some vegetables from her garden. I had no exit and was introduced and embarrassed! I knew she could tell what I was wearing - if nothing else the plastic they were made out of made enough noise for a deaf person to hear. She was very nice and smiled. Gram proceeded to tell her why I was there, that my mom was sick and that she was doing her best to get me into good health as well. The other lady said that sounded good and that I did look a little under the weather. Gram told her that she had it all planned out and then pointed out the calendar.
As it turned out, the lady worked at the pharmacy and already knew that the items Gram had bought were for me. I still don't know why Gram went on explaining to her about my mom and my schedule when the lady obviously already knew. I think she was seeing how I would react or something. Then to my horror, Gram looked at me and asked if I was wet or needed to go - that she would take the diaper off of me. I think I turned about 8 shades of red as the two ladies just smiled. She told my Gram that she needed to be going, but that if she needed any help, to just let her know. She also said that they had more supplies if she needed them.
Once the lady left, Gram asked again if I was wet. I wasn't but I had to go. She just told me to go outside and get some fresh air for a minute as she had to put away the vegetables and that she would call me when she was finished. I told her that I could take it off, but she got another of those stern looks on her face and I knew not to question her. I think she made me wait on purpose. No sooner had I gotten outside than the urge to pee hit hard. I guess my ability to hold back was still weak under pressure because of the catheter. I couldn't hold it any longer and once more, soaked the diaper.
After about 20 minutes, she called me in. I told her that I couldn't wait any more and peed the diaper. Her response was - well that is what it is for and that it seemed a shame to wear it and throw it away unused. I told her I would go wait on the bed but she told me to just sit down. She would go get a bath ready. Again, I knew better than to argue with her.
She came back in a few minutes and led me into the bath. I removed my shirt and she proceeded to un-tape the diaper and it fell to the floor. I sat back in the tub and closed my eyes as the warm water filled the tub. Gram was busy with what I had almost become used to. She was readying the large enema bag with some warm water to which she added some salt and soda. She hung the bag and knelt at the edge of the tub as I put my legs over the sides once more.
It was funny how this was all happening without a lot being said. She applied some Vaseline to my anus and expertly pushed the nozzle deep inside. I closed my eyes as she clicked the clamp and the water began to flow. The water in the tub was just past my bottom at this point and Gram started splashing water up over my stomach and privates. She leaned over and took the bar of soap and started to lather my stomach, penis and scrotum. Slowly she washed me as the water continued to fill my bowels.
Again I was getting harder by the moment. Gram continued to wash me soaping up my now hard penis. Today she said. Today what I asked. Today is the 4th day and you need to produce a sample she said as she lightly squeezed me. I blushed, remembering how good it felt and how close I had come the last time she was rubbing me and massaging inside. The water had now completely drained into me and she helped me stand. I was dried and went to the toilet. As if this were an every day occurrence, I expelled the water and what contents had formed in my bowels from the past few days. Not much and the water was fairly clear. No need for another now, plus I think I will give you a soap enema tomorrow so maybe we will just wait for that. I felt happy but disappointed.
When I was finished, Gram had me stand back in the tub so she could finish washing me, dried me off and sent me to my bedroom. She came in and said that if I wanted to, I could wear regular clothes unless my stomach was tender. When I found out that we had no plans away from the house, I decided to just wear the night shirt again. OK Gram said - but no need for a diaper do you think? I said no.
We did some things around the house, cleaned out some old cabinets and watched some TV. She made me a sandwich for lunch - I real luxury from the food I had been getting, which was either clear or vegetable in nature. I even went back out to the old barn to look around some more. I found an old white can that had a spigot on the side. When I asked Gram about it, she said that she hadn't seen that in years. It turned out to be an old style enema can. I was glad she wasn't using it - not only because it was dirty and rusty, but because it looked like it would hold about a gallon of water. I played with some of the old tools and got into some really dirty things. Gram called me in, I guess it was about 5:30. She usually had dinner ready about 6. I figured it was time to eat and I was hungry.
I came into the kitchen and she called me - into my bedroom. She had a pad laid on the bed along with a towel, mineral oil and the small plain glass. She said that it was time for my check and that we needed to get on with it as dinner was about ready. I think my heart stopped for a second. My head was spinning it seemed. I laid down on my back over the pad. She inspected my hands which were still dirty from being outside and gave a "tut tut".
Before I knew it, she had raised the bottom of my shirt up and was applying the mineral oil very generously over my penis and scrotum. It ran down between my legs and around my anus. Both hands went to work to rub the oil in. After a few minutes and once I started getting hard, one hand moved to my bottom where her middle finger rubbed against my anus, while the other hand started stroking my now very firm erection. I tried to protest and all I got was - your hands are dirty, I will do this. She nodded toward the glass on the nightstand and I took it in my hand. All I could think of was - can I shoot in front of her?
Her finger slipped deeply inside of me as her other hand firmed its grip around my young manhood. She told me to lay back and let it happen, but to be ready with the glass. I was to hold it to the side when the time came. She would make sure of everything else. After a few minutes, the feeling was building deep in my bottom. She could tell as she told me to hold it as long as I could.
As it got closer she rubbed faster and with a stronger grip and her finger inside me pressed harder. At the last moment, I put the glass up to the side and she aimed my penis into it as I let go with several streams of my semen. Gram didn't stop rubbing or massaging me until the last drop was out. I didn't like that feeling as when I did it, I would always stop with the first squirt because I got really sensitive.
When she finally stopped rubbing me, her last motion was to put her finger deep against the underside of my penis and squeeze it all the way up to empty it of any remaining semen. Finally with me twitching, she withdrew her finger and smiled at me. Not so bad now was it? she said. Very good volume too and from what I saw and felt, you have good pressure, but I think it could be better. The next time it will be easier for you. She also told me that I should not be embarrassed, that I was not the first male she ever saw ejaculate and that it was a normal bodily function, just like sneezing.
After my afternoon playing in the barn and my explosive orgasm, I was tired and ready for bed. After dinner, Gram said she had one more thing to do but that it was easy. I went into my room where the pad from before was still on the bed. When she came in, she told me to lay on it that she wanted to give me a post ejaculation flush. Just a syringe this time. She had her glass of water that had been thoroughly boiled and cooled. She filled the syringe and proceeded to inject it directly down my penis. I felt the water fill me and then suddenly burst through and fill my bladder. There she said - much easier than last time, we are making progress. She filled the syringe three times and injected it. I was allowed to go to the toilet to release it. Gram was placing a diaper on the bed when I got back. I didn't say a word. She sprinkled some powder on me and taped the diaper in place. I slept very good that night.
Over the next 7 weeks, Gram took very good care of me. She stuck to her schedule exactly. Every other day a water enema. Every 4th day a sudsy enema and as it turned out - once a week she used the full strength soap and glycerin concoction she had created. She had to make 4 batches while I was there. Her friend brought over diapers, catheters and syringes when Gram needed her to - it saved her a trip to town - a whole 8 miles away. Every time she would ask Gram if she needed any help, but Gram would always tell her she had it under control.
We did spend some time away from home, but usually it was wherever we could get to by walking. Her neighbor had a pond on their property and we went there many times to have lunch, fish a little and feed the ducks. Gram always made me go diapered if I had just had a treatment and she always had an extra diaper and some cleaning cloths too just in case.
On more than one occasion, it was good that she had planned so well, or I would have been walking home in a very runny diaper. I usually wore a big shirt with gym shorts to cover the diaper when we went away from the house. If I was just around the house, I got used to just exploring around in just a shirt and diaper. A few times when it was really hot - just the diaper! I didn't notice at the time, but I always wondered if I had a "diaper tan".
I can also only remember 2 or 3 occasions that my Gram didn't give me a bath. It was like I was her little baby for the summer. She took care of all of my needs. And every 4th day for the first 4 times, she made sure I filled her little plain glass with as much as I could.
After that, the glass was not used. She said she wanted to see the full make so I was allowed to ejaculate straight into the air. This too she totally took care of - even if my hands were spotless - and always took great pains to make sure I was cleaned up after. I no longer felt strange having an orgasm and ejaculating in front of her.
A few years after this summer, she came for a visit where we had time to talk about my summer. One of the first things she asked was how strong I was ejaculating. Before she left, she got to see first hand, for old time sake. Oh, that was right after she had given me a soapy enema followed by two plain water with a little soda and salt added.
I loved my Gram and miss her terribly. She, in her way, taught me some wonderful lessons. First, not to let what other people think affect you. Secondly to be your own person. Third to always monitor your bodily functions and don't be afraid to clean and test them from time to time. To this day, I still enjoy a good series of enemas. I must admit I pass on the catheterization and irrigation - took Gram to do that for me. I also enjoy the loving feeling a diaper wrapped around you can bring. I think everyone should try a diaper on for size. If nothing else for fun.
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