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 forceful 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.