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.