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 The Estate (C)2003 d.  edwards/san francisco Chapter 41

   He lay back with a small cry, unable to understand Delores' leaving him
as he was being pulled and prodded by all these young nurses.  It was
difficult enough to have her alone see him this way, but these young
women......  He couldn't bear it another second and the panic began to
swell up inside him, tearing a sharp wail from his tight throat and making
him flex and strain against the Loop.  Several women leaned over and began
pressing his shoulders and hips back to the padded quilt as Lisa bent over
his teary face to try and calm him.  Julie watched from the side as the
young nurse tried to get control over the struggling man.

   ''John....sweety,'' she began, getting only an angry shake of his head
as he pulled away from her hand.  She sat back, now upset at this suddenly
recalcitrant patient, understanding that even though he was angry for
Delores' leaving him, it was important for her to gain control and get him
to obey her.  Looking at Julie for guidance, the other nurse simply held up
her hand and made an open and close gesture.  Lisa nodded, smiling.

   ''John...'' she began again, this time firmly taking his jaw and turning
his head towards her, getting him to look at her.  Taking her other hand
she cupped his testicles with a firm grip and said slowly, ''Don't.. 
make.. me..  get..  the..  clamp....'' His reaction was immediate as she
felt him first go rigid and then go limp completely, the fear on his face
telling her she was again in control.  Everyone sat back for a moment,
staring at the naked man curled up and exposed, now lying there quietly,
the only sound his choking whimpers as Lisa turned and picked up the foil
packet.  Tearing it open so John could see, she help up the the fat waxy
bullet to show the other nurses.  Moving to his upturned bottom she took a
small latex finger glove and snapping it on, coated it with a small amount
of KY.  Reaching over she gently slid her finger into his rectum, forcing
the tight ring of his anus to accept her there.  She held still for a
moment waiting for him to adjust as the others leaned over to watch. 
Quickly removing her finger she slid the suppository into him and then
reinserted her finger, pushing the waxy slug deep into his rectum.

   ''I believe it's got to be in deep enough to make it difficult to
expel,'' she explained, getting a nod of approval from Julie, who had come
over to supervise.  ''Let's get him wrapped up and then we can discuss his
diet and bowel regimen while the suppository takes effect'', Julie said as
Lisa removed the glove and wiped off John's upturned cheeks.  ''They're so
cute when they're like this,'' she giggled, rubbing her two fingers over
his tight hairless scrotum.  ''Wish I could do this to my boyfriend.'' That
got a general laugh and a few nods of agreement from the other women.  Two
nurses removed the Loop and began to re-diaper John as the others got up to
get charts and paperwork.

   ''Not too tight,'' Julie cautioned to the women diapering him, ''Make
sure to leave some room for whatever comes.'' They smiled in agreement,
looking down at John who was trying his best to be elsewhere and beginning
to squirm as a slippery warmth started to grow in his backside.

   ''You might as well not dress him, '' she added, watching his face, ''I
think we'll be seeing a good bowel movement sooner than later.''

   Chapter 42

   Over on a small table Julie spread out papers as the other nurses
gathered around.

   ''OK,'' she began, looking up at them, ''We have an accelerated program
here.  It's a bit unusual but the Director has approved and Delores is now
the 'full' nurse in this case.  She paused, seeing the startled looks on
some of their faces and explained.  ''All you need to know that it
absolutely stays in this room, is that clear?'' They nodded, understanding
and respecting the order.  The Estate strongly emphasized privacy in most
of its work and a patient like this wasn't too unusual, but having the head
of the department become this involved was unheard of, and Julie made it
clear they were being promoted into a more responsible circle by entrusting
them as much as she did.

   ''Fine, as long as we understand each other....'' she said, returning to
her charts.  ''Let's start with diet first, hmmm?  'What goes in' before
'what comes out', right?'' she said, easing the tension around her.

   ''Right now he's taking in only 1200 calories a day, mostly in formula
with a high fat, high fiber supplement.  Anyone know why?'', she asked. 
One nurse, a petite redhead, raised her hand.  ''He needs to loose
weight?'' she said tentatively.

   ''That's partially correct, Kathleen,'' Julie smiled.  ''More precisely,
he needs to redistribute his weight.  Anyone know what his goals are?'' she
asked again.

   ''I believe he's got to get to a 20% fat content,'' one woman replied,
looking at a chart, ''and he has to be under 120 lbs.  for his height to
meet full regression requirements.''

   ''Excellent, Anna, '' Julie said, pleased at her staff.  ''Anyone want
to explain the high fiber?'' One hand shot up eagerly.  ''Yes, Karen?''
''Right now he's an adult with an adult GI tract, so in.....,'' here she
paused to look at a graph, ''four months his intestines needs to be able to
handle a full infant's diet, mostly liquid and some bulk supplements for
his bowel movements.'' Again she looked at some papers and added.  ''It
looks like there's some room for solids to be added although not until
after six months.  So for now the fiber is to give his large intestine
something to push against until it can accommodate a more liquid diet.''

   ''Good, very good.'' She glanced at her watch and looked to see one of
the nurses attending John trying to get her attention.  She gave a quick
nod.

   ''Let's finish this discussion back in the play area, I think the
suppositories are beginning to take effect.''

   They walked over to the play area where John lay on his quilt, his face
pink with the strain of trying to contain control over his bowels, a wave
of cramps making him grimace and twist in the arms of the nurse who held
him.  They settled around him as Julie continued her discussion.

   ''Looks like we're going to get to 'Comes out' before we finish with
'Goes in' '' she chuckled, seeing John flush more deeply as the women
around him giggled.  He glared at her as his face tightened with the next
cramp.  Smiling at that she again resumed discussing his diet, this time
directing her words right at John to cut off his anger with her next words.


   ''Ok, where were we......Oh yes, calories....  Anyone care to tell me
the number of calories in breast milk?'' she said, staring directly at John
to see if he'd heard.  His face went blank and he paused in his struggle,
telling Julie she'd scored a direct hit.  Still looking at him she took the
answer from one of the women.

   ''About 20 calories per ounce I believe.  That's averaging fore and hind
milk.''

   ''Correct, Karen,'' Still watching John she asked, ''So how many ounces
a day does he need to maintain a diet insuring his weight loss and
redistribution?'' A moments silence told her they were doing the math.

   ''About 50 to 60 ounces a day, almost two quarts.'' one of them blurted
out.

   Still looking at John she could see the anger fade into alarm as she
continued, smiling at his expression as she continued.

   ''Good, '' she said, saving the final question for when John recovered a
bit.  ''And roughly how much can be delivered at each nursing session?''
she asked, adding, ''You may not know this so just take a guess...  Anna?''

   ''About 6 to 8 ounces.....'', Anna started to say just as John gave a
huge cry and started to rock back and forth, lost once again to his panic
as the nurse holding him strained to pin his shoulders down.

   ''Let him go!'', Julie said sharply, and the nurse backed away from his
thrashing body.  ''He needs to work this out all on his own, so just let
him have his tantrum, he's not going anywhere.'' The pacifier fell from his
lips as his hoarse crying filled the room, his restrained legs and arms
stretching their bonds uselessly as he tried desperately to roll over and
somehow escape this ring of women.  All he could see through his tears were
concerned faces, some with tears of their own as he finally did make it to
his stomach, gasping, and started to worm his way past them, burning his
cheeks and shoulders on the carpet as he inched painfully forward, away
from their soft hands.

   He wound up sliding into Julie's ankles, cutting off his escape as he
tried to push past them.  Squatting over him she easily flipped him over
and then knelt down with her knees on either side of his head, pinning him
there.  Still deeply panicked, he pushed frantically against her only to
succeed in worming his head further under her skirt, startling him into
stopping once he realized where he was.  She laughed at his efforts,
clamping him more securely against her soft inner thighs as she felt his
cheeks rub her sheer nylons.  Now he tried backing out but she clamped him
firmly to her, his efforts made even more difficult by the skirt that
prevented him getting enough air to fill his heaving lungs.  She watched
the taut white fabric fluff and fall as he tried to catch his breath. 
''The extra carbon dioxide should help calm him,'' she said, getting a
nervous laugh from the young nurses.  They still hadn't learned some of the
more involved techniques of handling unruly patients, and the sexual
overtones of this particular method made some of them flush with
excitement. Julie noted which ones they were and made a mental note to add
that to their files later.  John was stifling, and without enough air had
to eventually give up his struggle before he fainted.  He lay there now, in
the dim tent of her skirt, his breathe slowing down enough to back away
from his panic.  Coming back to his senses he could now feel the warm firm
flesh on either side pressing against his cheeks and ears, shutting off all
sound, and realized that the scent filling his tiny world came from deeper
behind him, her essence from that narrow channel flowing into his lungs,
calming him in some essential manner.  He began to calm down, the tension
easing out of his shoulders and neck as he was held in her soft prison.

   Sensing his return, Julie pulled back the edge of her skirt and peeked
over at his face.  ''Had enough?'' she asked.  He stared up dully at her,
the light gone from his eyes, as he tried to recede to a place where these
women couldn't touch or hurt him.  She smiled sympathetically, seeing his
retreat, knowing there was more to come that he couldn't hide from. 
Spreading her legs she gently scooted back and had two nurses bring his
blanket and changing items over where he quickly found himself once again
surrounded by young women.  Rubbing his lower belly, she felt his
intestines resume their cramping as she finished her conversation with her
students.

   ''So....'', she began, looking once more directly at John squirming
under her firm hands, ''Six to eight ounces per feeding, will
be........eight sessions per day, or, once every three hours....'' she
concluded, seeing him look back at her helplessly as he began to loose his
battle.

   ''You're going to be a very busy little man.'' she smiled.
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