I tried to stay still on Frank’s lap, but found myself squirming.

“Settle down Andy. Let me get a good close look here.”

With each of his hands on my buttocks, I felt him spread me wide. It seemed like he was using his thumbs to go all around my anus to stretch it in different directions. He had a more heavy handed approach compared to Aunt Kate and this always kept me more on edge. I felt him let go and reach forward towards the bowl of berries.

“First, just some of the grease to get you lubricated, Andy.”

I felt his finger against my anus, rubbing up and down and could strongly sense the warmth of the melted bacon grease. While Aunt Kate would always take some time to throughly and gently lubricate me, Frank quickly went forward.

“Bear down for me, Andy”

I pushed as instructed and immediately felt a surge of pressure as he pushed into me. The thicker girth of his finger compared to Kate’s plus my constipated state produced some uncomfortable fullness and pressure, and I grunted audibly. I could also feel the slightly rough texture of the callouses on his finger despite the slick grease.

“That’s it Andy. Just relax and accept my finger.”

Whether it was Aunt Kate or Uncle Frank, the voicing or what was expected of me and the words of encouragement seemed to always help. They seemed to serve as an emotional and mental “lubricant” for my mind.

“Good boy. Focus on breathing.”

I wanted to be a good boy. I found myself shifting forward on Frank’s lap in a way that moved my belly down onto the couch cushion and tilted my hips up more to help him get better access. This caused my penis to drop down between his thighs.

“That’s good. Just like that. Okay, I’m going to start inserting them now, Andy. I’ll pick out the smallest one’s first. We’d probably have a lot more small ones if you knew what we were going to do with these back when you were picking them!”

I gave a polite nervous chuckle at Frank’s joking.

I was told to bear down and then felt the pressure and penetration. It didn’t feel noticeably different from just Frank’s finger until he was through my anus. At that point I felt a sudden popping surge inside as the round berry passed through my sphincter and the contracting muscle propelled it upward into the depths of my rectum. It was a different and intense feeling, somewhat reminiscent of when Aunt Kate inserted the bulbous tip of the enema nozzle into me and forewarned me of the popping sensation. Frank continued to insert the berries and I became more accustomed to this new sensation. After a berry popped in and Frank’s finger was withdrawn, the was an empty sensation. But after about 10 berries, a lingering fullness started to register. Frank kept up with the pace and that fullness built a little more each time. I also started to notice a vague aching tiredness in my anus from the repeated involuntary clenching with each insertion. I whimpered and sighed as these sensations kept growing.

“I know Andy. We’re moving on to the larger berries now and I can feel that they are not quite disappearing into the void when I push them in. There’s a little bit of a back up. You’re doing very well.”

His words assuaged me for a few more insertions, but the sensations kept intensifying.

“Uhhh!! Really feeling full! Oh!!”

I thought that we must be getting close to the end.

“Uh! I’m full Frank. I think I need to poop.”

I noticed my breathing was getting faster and I had raised my head up off the couch as I tried to look back over my shoulder. I could Frank’s holding a big dark plump berry in his glistening greasy fingers.

“We’re not there yet Andy. But you’re doing SO well.”

As The relentless insertions continued, I could tell that Frank had to push a little harder each time to get it securely into my ever more crowded rectum. I could also tell that some of the berries were bursting as he pressed them into me and could feel the mush and berry juice travel down my perineum onto my scrotum. As the pressure inside me built, I started to feel an aching fullness in front in my lower abdomen. Then a steadily increasing urge to pee.

“Frank, I need to pee!”

Instead of letting me up to go pee, Frank reached for and grabbed a large swim towel, rolled it up into a cylinder and put it between his thighs underneath my hanging penis.

“We can’t stop now, Andy. No worries.”

He resumed the insertions. It started to feel like more fruit was leaking down my perineum than was actually getting into my rectum. I felt more pressure and stretching in my anus and grunted again.

“I’m switching to my thumb, Andy. That gives me more of an effective plunger effect.”

I was now feeling a very uncomfortable intense aching fullness and was whimpering again, feeling close to my limit. It no longer felt like my anus was closing all the way after an insertion. It was the kind of feeling I would sometimes get if I was sometimes momentarily stuck in the middle of a difficult bowel movement. It was so unsettling. I was longing for the end and relief. I lost some of my composure and felt my bladder release. The towel against my penis became wet and warm as my urine soaked into it.

“I feel you peeing, Andy. That’s okay. Empty your bladder. It will be one less distraction so that you can focus on your bottom and what I need for you to do for me.”

As if I needed anything to “focus” my attention on my bottom! I was mortified that Frank could feel my urine soaking his lap despite the towel.

“Peeing has helped your anus to relax and it’s actually staying open some. That’s the signal I’ve been waiting for.”

Even before Frank said this, I could feel it. I could tell that I was open. It was so unsettling. Like a new and intense type of nakedness. My instinct was to try to recover from this vulnerable state and I desperately clenched down with my anus. Frank saw this and was not pleased.

“No, no, Andy. Don’t clench! I need you to keep your bottom hole open like this. It’s an essential part of the treatment.”

I actually had no choice. My anus was too tired to tighten for more than a second and I could feel it reverting back to its open state.

“Good. Stay like that Andy. I need to get photos of this phase.”

He fumbled with his phone with his greasy fingers.

“Tighten your anus again for me, Andy. I need to video that.”

I clenched again with the same discouraging result of feeling myself just open back up again. Frank was pleased and informed me he had to attach a quick voice memo to the video to document this. He began in a matter-of-fact scientific tone.

“With a fully distended rectum, the patient is unable to voluntarily close his anus despite repeated attempts to do so.”

Frank seemed almost giddy with excitement.

“Kate will be fascinated when I show her. Look Andy!”

Frank held the screen of his large phone in front of my face with his greasy fingers. The image on the screen was shocking. I saw the slick shiny skin of my spread apart white buttocks. In the middle was my poor light brown anus. Still puckered, but partially open to the width of a Nickel. Partially visible in the opening was the glistening surface of three blackish berries. Berry mush with bits of purple remnants of blueberry skin decorated my perineum and the back of the tight hemisphere of my drawn up scrotum. I groaned at the combination of the sight of this and the ongoing discomfort. I had become slightly used to having Frank and Kate look at me intimately at my most private parts (to the extent that one could be come accustomed to such an indignity.) But to see myself with my own eyes as Frank was seeing me was another thing entirely, and a new fresh wave of embarrassment and humiliation washed over me.