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

   Chapter 43

   The suppository and her hands did their work, slowly forcing his tiring
muscles to give way as they loosened the last remains of the outside world
from the firm grip of his intestines.  With a small groan John felt his
control slip from him as a hot crest of pain pushed past his sphincter as
he began to fill his diapers.  He cried out sharply as Julie pressed his
lower belly firmly, forcing his bowels to continue their release, and the
nurses watched as his diaper bulged and swelled with the shifting mass
under it.  John was weeping openly, broken by the relentless kind eyes that
watched what no one had seen since he was an infant as his diaper bulged
noisily, the hot mass sliding painfully up the front of his diaper under
his scrotum.

   ''Feel here,'' Julie instructed, directing the ones closest to grasp and
explore the mass between his legs.  ''You don't have to see it to know the
degree of constipation, you can feel how severe it is.  This is a good
example of a serious compaction.'' One by one the women came and squeezed
and prodded the warm mess inside his diaper, confirming with their hands
what Julie had described.  John lay there, paralyzed, too overcome with
shock as he felt their hands spreading the BM around.

   ''Why isn't their any smell of bowel?'' Anna asked.

   ''We've been supplementing his liquids with an oil based chlorophyl that
absorbs all the odor.'' Julie said, ''We don't want to make changing him
any more difficult than necessary.'' Looking at John again she added,
''Especially when changing him in public.'' He continued to cry helplessly
as one of the nurses cradled his head, dabbing at his tear swollen eyes.

   ''You'll notice the volume,'' she continued, ''As his diet shifts to
more digestible breast milk and simple cereals the amount of BM will
decrease substantially, which is why the fiber is added back.  He'll need a
lot of help in this next month making the transition to an infant's diet.

   ''OK, you ladies closest to John, rub here,'' she directed, holding the
first nurse's hand over his belly just under his diaper.  ''Run your hand
in a large counter-clockwise motion, firmly, using three fingers.'' As the
first nurse did so she was rewarded with the muffled sound of more feces
pushing into his packed diaper.

   ''You can feel that the upper and lower colon have cleared themselves.
After a BM a small bulb rinse might be necessary, especially if his BMs are
loose or watery.  With breast milk though, that's rare, and the rice and
fiber will stabilize his bowel habits very well over the next few months.''

   '' And once he's on a full infants diet how often should we expect to
have to change him?' one nurse asked.

   ''Four times, on average, Julie replied, ''Two BMs and four wet diapers
a day, sometimes less if we can train him to do both at the same time.''
She looked down at John and asked him directly, ''Think you can do both at
the same time, honey?'' She smiled to see a flush rise up his neck and
creep across his face.  The nurses giggled along with her at his reaction.

   ''At the moment the acid in his BM is very high, so it's important to
change him immediately.  Any volunteers?'', she asked, frowning as not one
hand raised.

   ''OK,'' she sighed, ''Starting from the left, each of you pick a number
from one to seven.'' They did so sheepishly and Julie then pointed to
Kathleen, ''You win.'' The petite red head gave an embarrassed grin and
came over to kneel alongside John.

   ''First time?'', Julie asked, getting a shy nod.  ''OK then, get
started, I'll let you know if you do anything that needs correcting.''
Kathleen opened the velcro tabs and peeled back the sides, revealing the
very full diaper bulging under it.  Pulling back the cloth layers they saw
his BM had spread into every crevice including the space under his scrotum.
She stepped back.

   ''Oh my god,'' she said, looking at John, ''What were you eating out
there, footballs?'' causing the others to begin giggling.

   ''This will be a great deal easier once he's on a liquid diet.'' Julie
comforted her, ''His BMs will be smaller and less messy.  Go on,
continue.'' Bracing herself she took the top edge of the diaper and slowly
wiped the feces off his thighs and perineum, folding the diaper to give her
a fresh surface.  She then tucked it over the rest of the mess and rolled
it slightly under his bottom.  Taking several wipes she then swabbed his
scrotum clean then rocked him slightly to each side to get both messy
cheeks.  She rolled up the wipes in the dirty diaper and, making him raise
his legs, pulled it out and slid a fresh one under him.  When she stepped
back his groin was bright pink again.

   ''Excellent, Karen.'' Julie said, bringing a broad smile from the young
nurse.  She came over to John and kissed his damp forehead.  ''Thank you
for being so good.'' she said as the others moved in to finish dressing
him.

   Chapter 44

   In a few minutes he was well wrapped in his sleeping sack, his legs
tightly woven together and his arms laced up by the snug flannel once more
as the remaining nurses sat around him cooing over the cute bunnies and
feeding him the first of his bottles.  He had begun struggling again but
Julie had taken pity on him and shoo'd them out, leaving just the two of
them in the room for a few quiet moments before Delores returned.  Moving
over to the cabinets she busied herself for a minute while John rested on
the floor, somewhat happier for the time alone to recover from the day's
long torment.  Returning, she placed some items on the floor and settled
back down along side him, turning his curious eyes back to face her. 
Picking him up by his shoulders she lay him back in her lap, and as her
right arm cradled him to her she reached for a bottle to resume feeding
him. He was completely limp in her arms, so exhausted that he was content
to lay back and simply suck on a bottle of formula, unable to muster enough
strength for even a token resistance to that humiliation.  ''Close your
eyes,'' she whispered, brushing a nipple against his lips.  ''Keep them
closed, just like you did yesterday.  It's quiet time now and you need to
promise me you'll do this, OK sweetie?'' He nodded, slowly closing his
eyes, pleasing her with a subconscious deep sigh, not yet in contentment,
she knew, but certainly headed in that direction.  His lips opened,
accepting the nipple and he began to draw it in deeper, feeling it stretch
and fill with warm liquid.  He paused for a second, as his tongue explored
this new shape, but with a small nudge from Julie, began to draw it in
deeper, letting it filled his mouth with warm..........not formula, but
something lighter, less sweet.  It filled the back of his throat and he
swallowed smoothly, his lips, jaws and tongue working rhythmically.  He
sighed again, unaware that he was settling down further into Julie's arms.
She watched, pleased at his acceptance.  As his tongue worked the nipple
deeper into the back of his mouth his lips opened more to try and fit
around the larger spongy mass behind it, and he felt the warm touch of
something begin to press against his nose and cheeks.  He continued to
nurse steadily, his mouth and throat completely engaged as his mind slowly
built up an image his eyes were denied.  Lisa watched him closely,
waiting.......  He tensed, the sudden knitting of his brows alerting her to
his discovery.  She bent over to begin whispering small comforting noises,
her soft lips brushing the sudden tears away as she wrapped herself around
him, trying to soothe his sudden shivering.  For the longest moment he hung
there, suspended between two worlds.  She waited there with him, gentle and
reassuring.  With a small shuddering sob John relaxed into her and began to
nurse, this time in earnest.
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