Uncle Harold was true to his word and his interest in my bottom only grew more aggressive with each day.

The next morning Uncle Harold woke me early and told me to go use the bathroom. Somewhat groggy, I went to do just that and emptied my bladder. From his bedroom he yelled, “Don’t close the door sweetie and stay in there until you have moved your bowels.”

I never have to move my bowels first thing in the morning but I figured he must have given me something to make me go so I stayed in the bathroom for almost 15 minutes until I heard him again saying, “Have you gone yet?”

I got up from the toilet and went into his room. “No, Uncle Harold, I don’t need to do that this morning. I think you took care of that yesterday.”

He was sitting in a chair in his bedroom next to the nightstand. “Come here. I want to take your temperature and make sure you’re okay. Come on dear, across my lap. Don’t be shy. There’s nothing I haven’t already seen. That’s a good girl, way over with your head down.” He pulled my night gown up and said, “Every morning I’ll check your temperature this way and decide if I need to do anything about your bottom.” He lowered my panties while I stared at that floral carpeting and remembered everything from the day before--images of the photographs in the trunk, racing through my head.

“I’m going to use a larger thermometer from now on but it won’t hurt.” I heard the drawer in the nightstand open and felt one hand spread my bottom. Nothing happened for a few seconds and I imagined he was staring at my anus. Then I felt something small but cold at my anus…”This shouldn’t be uncomfortable at all, it’s lubricated and I’m going to slide it gently into you.” I felt it, the thermometer sliding into my rectum. He would insert it a few inches, then pull it out a little, and then back in farther until it seemed to stop deep in my bottom. He held my bottom open and said, “I’m still very concerned about you back here. Even though I gave you a good treatment yesterday you should have moved your bowels first thing this morning. I don’t think you’re quite well yet. How does that feel in your rectum?”

“It feels okay, I guess.” I was still so embarrassed to be positioned like that. Then he began to play with the thermometer…twisting and turning it…pulling it out and sliding it back in. I didn’t complain, it felt good.

After 3 or 4 minutes he withdrew the thermometer and said, “Your temperature is only up a little. Let’s see if I can get your bottom to do what it should do. I’m going to try the soap and my fingers again. It didn’t hurt yesterday so you shouldn’t mind it this morning. I remembered that feeling…the soap burning my rectum, making me want to press my anus open and his fingers in my bottom making it feel good.

I heard him lay the thermometer down and then the familiar sound of a rubber glove being snapped on. He spread my bottom again and said, “This might feel a little cold…just a good squirt of liquid soap on your anus, and then I’ll rub it in good and deep.” I felt the soap and then his finger massaging my anus. There was a slight tingling sensation but it didn’t burn there. Then another squirt of soap and his finger slowly slid the full length into my rectum. “There you are dear, my soapy finger is all the way in you. Now, just relax and let me do the work.” The soapy finger was twisting deep in my bottom and I couldn’t help but moan a little. “A little more soap I think,” he said, and I felt the finger slide out, heard the familiar squirt of the liquid soap and then the finger was sliding all the way in again. “Now, for a little rectal massage and let’s see if it helps.”

The soapy finger was sliding in and out slowly and every time he had it all the way in my rectum he would twist and turn it and press in as deep as he could. Sometimes he would press in and out a little faster. I know I was moaning…the soap was burning but I loved the feeling of his finger. “Oh, that burns. Do you have to use so much soap, Uncle Harold?”

“I know it burns a little dear but keeping your bottom healthy is important. Every morning I’m going to check your temperature the same way we did today and if you don’t move your bowels first thing we’ll have to try this method to get you going.” I felt his finger leave my rectum and he said, “I think you’re ready for another finger to help open your hole and relax your rectum.”

I grunted when I felt both of his big fingers stretching me open and he didn’t stop until they were buried deep inside me. Then the twisting and turning started again. One of his other fingers slid down toward my slit and the wetness couldn’t be held. “You see dear, this isn’t so bad. You seem to be enjoying yourself. Your wetness can’t be hidden. You’re just like Lucy and before you know it you’ll look forward to this.”

The persistent fingers in my rectum and Uncle Harold’s voice brought back images of the pictures in the trunk with Lucy bent over with dildos and nozzles in her big round bottom.

“I’m not feeling anything inside you dear, do you feel like you have to go potty yet? Your hole is beginning to relax nicely”, he said.

It did feel good and I was squirming now, raising my bottom to help get his fingers in deeper. I wanted more.

“Okay, this obviously isn’t going to work so let’s get you into the bathroom for a treatment.” He pulled his fingers out of my rectum and helped me stand up. He had a glint in his eyes just like yesterday and I knew I was in for an ordeal. We walked to the bathroom and there was the dreaded table and enema bags hanging on the wall—each with a different nozzle attached. “Is that soap burning your rectum?” he asked.

“Yes, it does burn”, I said. And I was squirming a bit.

“Okay, hop up on the table and lay on your back.” He opened the closet door and I heard the trunk open. He came out with a long thin vibrator. “Raise your legs up and hold them against your chest dear.” I raised my lets and he said, “I’m going to put this in your bottom to help with the soap until I get your enema ready.”

Then he slid the vibrator in slowly, twisting it until it was all the way in. It stretched me a little but it really didn’t hurt. After it was in he turned it on, I moaned and then he said, “Now, we’ll leave that in. I’m going to give you a nice soapy enema to get your bowels moving.”

With the vibrator humming away inside me I watched as he mixed a big pitcher with warm water and the dreaded bar of ivory soap until it looked as white as milk. “I think it’s always best to start out with a good strong soapy enema to loosen up your insides and get you cleaned out.” He said. He poured the soap into one of the bags hanging on the wall and I realized that it was attached to a rather big dildo nozzle. I thought he would change the nozzle but instead, he reached for it and just bled the air out of the enema tube. Then, he clamped it shut and came toward me with the dreaded instrument of torture and laid it on the table between my legs. I watched wide-eyed the glint in his eyes as he gently slid the vibrator out of my bottom and laid that next to the sink.

“Now dear, I’m going to use a bigger nozzle but you don’t need to be afraid because you know I won’t hurt you and your bottom can take it. Hold your legs back nice and far so I can get at your hole.” He used one hand to spread my bottom farther and I felt the dildo nozzle touch my anus. “Now, press your bottom out a little and I’ll just work this into you.”

“Uncle Harold, I don’t think I want this.”, I whimpered.

“Steady girl, I know exactly what you need. Now press out for me. That’s it; it’s going in you. No fussing, it’ll feel very good in a minute. Press out, harder, press that bottom of yours out.”

“Oh, Uncle Harold, it’s too big, it hurts, please don’t. Please take it out. Please.” I was crying now and that big nozzle was stretching me too wide. The soap was still burning and the nozzle stretching and I wanted it to stop.

Uncle Harold stopped a minute and looked at me, “The head is in your hole. Now hold still and I’ll get the rest in you. It always hurts at first but this big dildo will help keep the enema in you until the bag is empty. Here you go…very slowly, take it all.”

I was crying and I didn’t want any of this but Uncle Harold just kept pushing the dildo in my bottom. I was sure I would split in half but he just kept pushing until I could feel it deep in my belly. Once it was all the way in he was twisting it a little.

“There you are. You see you have the whole nozzle in your rectum. I knew I could get it into you. Your anus is stretched nice and tight and you look lovely like this. There are certain women who need treatments like this. You are very much like Lucy and I told you how much she liked me taking care of her big bottom. My rule is that big bottoms are built to take big enemas and big objects. Now, it’s time for you to get some nice soapy water in your bowels.”

With me still whimpering, he held the nozzle deep in my bottom and reached for the clamp on the hose. I felt the first rush of water and it didn’t stop for about 30 seconds. Then I felt a cramp and some pressure and moaned. Uncle Harold clasped the hose and reached over to rub my tummy. “That’s a good girl. Take your water for me— the whole bag is going in that big bottom of yours. Just think how good you’ll feel once you’re all cleaned out. Now, lower your feet to the table…keep your knees bent and I’ll make sure I hold the nozzle nice and deep in your rectum.”

I lowered my feet and Uncle Harold released the clamp on the hose again and I felt another rush of soapy water going in me. When I started to moan from cramping he would reach over and clamp the hose again. He never stopped holding the nozzle in but every now and then he would let his thumb rub my clit while the hose was clamped. He just kept telling me what a good girl I was to take my enema and how nice my belly looked getting bigger from the water.

Once the enema was inside me he kept rubbing my belly even though I was begging him to let me go potty. “Oh sweetie, you know the enema has to have time to do its work and you have to hold it a little while but I’m going to make it feel good for you.”

He began rubbing my clit and moving the nozzle in and out of my bottom a little. That hurt at first but he never seems to stop when I ask him. I guess Uncle Harold knows exactly what to do because just as he always says, “It’ll stop hurting in a few seconds and start feeling good. Soon you will beg me to do things to you because even if it hurts at first it will feel really good in the end.”

He was right. The more he rubbed my clit and worked the dildo nozzle in and out of my rectum, the more I loved it.

“That’s it…that’s my good girl. Take your treatment. Your belly is full of a nice big soapy enema and your rectum is getting a good scrubbing with the dildo nozzle. This is just what you need. It’s okay, you can cum for me. I won’t stop until you do. Pull your legs back up so I can give it to you good and hard.”

I was in heaven and holding my knees up to my chest so Uncle Harold could dildo my bottom good and hard with the nozzle. And then I virtually screamed with an orgasm. It was incredible and even though my belly was really full I didn’t want him to stop.

As my orgasm subsided he slowed the dildoing until the nozzle was again buried deep inside my bottom.

“You see dear, that was just what you needed. I know these things hurt at first but they always feel good eventually. Now you just relax a minute and I’ll hold the nozzle in you so you don’t leak.”

I lay there breathing hard for a few minutes with my eyes closed until I heard Uncle Harold’s voice again.

“Okay sweetie, lets get you up so you can empty your bottom. I’ll help you but I want you in the tub this time.”

I was confused but I let him help me up with him holding the nozzle deep in me the whole time. It was big and hurt some when I rolled off the table but he didn’t let up. He kept that nozzle deep in my bottom while I stepped into the tub.

“Get down on your hands and knees for me. I want to watch you expel so I can see how clean you are inside.”

Oh God, more humiliation!

“That’s a good girl, on your hands and knees. Now I’m going to slowly remove the nozzle and you can let the enema out for me.”

I felt the nozzle slowly sliding out and it did hurt a little but not much. Then I felt the big head at my anus trying to stretch enough to let it out.

“Okay sweetie, almost out. Hold still.”

The nozzle popped out and an instant gush of soapy water came out with it.

“Let it out. Push so it comes out fast. I want to watch all that soapy water spray out of your hole.”

I wanted the enema out and I pushed hard. When the water stopped spraying I felt something at my anus.

“I’m going to help you expel. I’ll use my fingers in you to help you relax and get it all out.”

Uncle Harold pushed two of his big fingers in and out of me until I told him I had to go more. Then he removed them and watched until I was empty and exhausted.

He turned on the shower and rinsed both the tub and me clean, then helped me get out.

“You were a good girl. You took a good enema. Nothing came out but the soapy water. You know, I think a good rinse with a deep colon tube will take care of what’s left but I’m going to let you rest a little while before I do more to your hiney. There is so much I plan to do to you—and your big bottom. Now go off and lay on your bed until I come get you.