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?