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.

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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.

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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 force 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.

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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.