## Chapter 4

Warnings: Messy, Enemas, E-Stim, Chastity, Anal, Rubber, Force Feeding

I had spent the last few hours in "Detention" writing humiliating lines in crayon about how I had messed my diapers. Then Christine came back, dressed head to toe in soft green rubber and a gas mask. Her nurses cap emblazoned with a red butt plug. It was weird. Hot and weird.

Christine put the crayons away and wasted no time and put the plastic cover back over my stroller before wheeling me briskly down the hallway. We wheeled into a room with the title "Messy Cleanup" on the door. This room was white and smelled thick of powder and disinfectant. The wall to my left had cupboards and a counter; to the right there was a giant change table and a sink. On the opposite side was a door, which was where we were headed.

This next room was bright and in white tile everywhere. The floor gently sloped down towards the middle centered by a big drain. Christine just let go of the stroller and I slowly rolled down till I was pitched slightly forward.

"First, the Director wants me to collect a specimen." She took a jar from a compartment in the back of the stroller and then fiddled with the bottom of the seat. I could hear a little dribble of fluid.

"Now this is going to be cold. Get ready." I could barely hear Christine through the gas mask. She was right. The blast of cold water hit me like a tonne of bricks and I was immediately shivering. She walked in front of me and I could see she was washing me with a shower hose, not at all caring about what I was wearing. She blasted my crotch and I could feel the diaper soaking up the water before the poor disposable burst, it's messy sap spilling everywhere. All of the effluent was washed down the drain along with the sap, and I was left soaking and shivering.

A second caretaker entered the room, also dressed in a rubber suit just like Christine. Christine took a chain from the ceiling and lowered it to just above my head, while the second caretaker was taking off the tray and unbluckling my harness and arm straps. Finally my upper body was free for a second while my dress was taken off. It was quickly deposited on the ground with a "splort" and then my wrists were restrained to thick cuffs on a spreader bar, and then that the chain. Christine had hit a button on the wall and I was pulled off of my stroller while the straps were taken off of my thighs, legs and ankles while I was slowly hoisted up into the air.

I was left hanging painfully and helplessly from my arms, and another blast of water hit me, this time it felt scalding. After a quick rinse I watched as one of the rubber figures poured a generous helping of baby shampoo on a big pink sponge and started to scrub me down. Another set of restraints was attached to my ankles, and my legs were lifted up high and attached to the chain, and they were hoisted up painfully with my back arched.

Then I was lowered down and my face was roughly washed with the sponge. The feeding gag was removed and I felt a soapy rubber glove enter my mouth, and my face was washed—inside and out. I was choking and sputtering baby shampoo.

Finally another harsh cold rinse. One of my caretakers spent a lot of time on my face, making sure I got facefulls of cold water to rinse out the soap. The other rubber figure took all the wet clothes and bondage gear that was on the floor and dumped it into a bag. Finally I was lowered onto the ground. I Gasped in pain and still trying to spit out the soap in my mouth. I was unshackled and helped up, and unsteadily taken by the arms into the other room. I was helped up onto the change table, and found my wrists quickly strapped in on the sides. My legs once again spread, and in manacles, and pulled up by a mechanical winch in the ceiling.

"You'll be spending quite a bit of time here I think." Christine said behind her rubber gas-mask. "It's such a pain to get dressed for, but we certainly don't want any of that on us, so it pays to be protected."

"I'm sorry.." I started to say

"Shh. Be quiet." And before I knew it, a whole new gag was stuffed in my mouth and bucked behind.

"Now, we need to make sure you're fed and cleaned out for tonight." Christine busied herself by pulling out a bunch of items from the cupboards on the other side of the room. I recognized the enema bag, and I was pretty sure I saw a chastity cage, but there was a lot of other items coming out too. She was loading up a small metal trolly full of all kinds of tools, tubes, and bags.

She rolled over the trolly and set it in front of my face. I could see everything on the top shelf of it clearly. Prune Juice, Ready to feed formula, mineral oil, tubing, 4 bags, a speculum, a metal anal plug, a pink plastic chastity cage, wires of some kind, and a black box with some controls on it.

"Well, let’s get started, shall we?"

Christine grabbed the chastity cage. I had no idea how she was going to get it on. I had been turned on since before we got into the van, and it hadn't subsided throughout the whole lovely ordeal. Well except the cold shower.

I could hear some water running, and then suddenly felt the head of the change table rise up putting me in something like a sitting position before another blast of icy cold water hit my crotch. When I finally shrivelled up, Christine wrapped my flaccid penis in a baby wipe and use that to pull it into the pink chastity cage. I felt her manipulate my sensitive balls around the ring and then everything was locked into place.

Christine grabbed the black box and some wires, and I could feel her plug 4 of them into the cage. I knew what was happening next. Suddenly I felt the jolt of electricity, a deep sharp pain. I grunted into my gag and tensed up.

"Well we know that works" I heard Christine say. Finally after what felt like minutes the feeling stopped.

"Now lets get you fed and cleaned out."

The head of the change table was lowered and I was flat on my back again, but then it kept going so my bottom was raised slightly. Christine hung up 2 of the bags on an IV pole close to my head, and I watched as she poured in 2 containers of "Ready to Feed Alamentium" formula into one of them, and then filled the other with prune juice. She attached a tube from my pacifier gag to the bag full of prune juice and released the clamp. The brown fluid slowly crawled down the tube and trickled into my mouth. Thankfully it was not a fast feeding.

Next she filled a bag full of water and added some Johnson and Johnsons baby shampoo and hung it on another IV pole on the other end. I watched as she made a big show of lubing up the double balloon nozzle.

"Okay sweety, open wide!" Christine said, as she popped one of her fingers into my asshole, spreading the lube in and out. She took her time, making me strain in my new cage. I started to move my hips in time with the movement of her finger, my breathing getting shallow. Suddenly she pulled out her finger quickly and I felt a delicious a sharp pain, only to feel her jabbing in the nozzle. I was on the fence as to how delicious this pain was, it felt good, but it also hurt. A lot.

I felt her pump up the inner balloon, until I was nice and full. The outer balloon followed, making a tight seal. She connected the tube to the bag and looked down at me. I saw her eyes through the gas mask. I saw them smile as she released the clamp and warm soapy water rushed into my bowels.

I was getting filled up from both ends.

I heard the door open and saw The Director enter.

"I see her treatment is progressing nicely. Good job Christine, I knew I could trust you with this one."

He pulled out a phone and took some pictures, making sure to get different angles.

"And were you able to collect a specimen like I asked?"

Christine wordlessly produced a small jar of brown fluid from the trolly. I shuddered.

"This will be perfect for this evening." He said. "I'll leave you to your work then." And off he went.

The cramps hit, and I moaned through my gag. I looked up at the enema bag emptying into me. I still had 1 and a half litres to go. Christine just opened the flow a little more and I felt the water rush into me, the cramping hit even harder. She wordlessly set a timer in front of my face for 15 minutes and walked out of the room, leaving me to my cramps and prune juice.

I sat there moaning in pain and pleasure. The slow dribble of prune juice into my pacifier gag, and the warm rush of water into my bowels. It felt great, and it hurt bad, and I loved every minute of it. But I wanted it to stop, the cramps were too much. I tested my bounds. I could barely move my wrists, and my legs were spread up high. The best I could do was move my hips a little.

Finally she came back just as I heard the *DING* of the timer. She raised the head of the change table, this time up super high, and I could see that the foot of the change table would just drain right into a sink. She deflated the nozzle and gently pulled it out of me. I felt some water dribble out with it.

"Okay little one, it's time to go potty."

She pushed one of her fingers back into me and pulled it out again a couple of times. I blushed as I squirted brown soapy water all over her gloved hand, down the change table and into the waiting basin below.

"Such a messy baby. That's it sweety. Get it all out."

Finally after what seemed like hours of straining and massaging, I was done. All that was left was a few wet farts and dribbles. Christine hit me with a soft jet of warm water, and it was all washed away.

"There. All clean. Now we need to wash out that soap."

I watched in horror as she filled up the bag full of 4 quarts of warm water. Again the head of the change table was lowered, this time even lower still, my ass high in the air. Since my head was lower the prune juice dribbled into my mouth faster. The nozzle was pushed inside of me, inflated, and I could feel the warm water rush inside me again. Once again I was hit with cramps, and made to retain the enema.

This time Christine set the timer 30 minutes, and topped up the prune juice flowing into my gag before leaving the room again.

I heard her come back just as the timer rang. She raised my head up just like last time. I felt the water slosh around my gut. Again she deflated the nozzle, but this time only a little bit. I moaned and pushed as she pulled out the nozzle. She stopped, and pushed it back in causing me to grunt a little. This went on for a couple of minutes before she stopped teasing me and pulled it out. It came out with a pop and a torrential gush.

"So very messy. We're going to need to take care of that aren't we sweetheart."

I blushed beet red as I spewed a large jet of water down.

"I asked you a question, we're going to need to clean you up, aren't we?"

I nodded and mumbled "uh-huh" through my pacifier gag.

"That's right, so make your dirty poopies okay?" Christine coo'ed through the gas-mask. She continued by massaging my abdomen.

“Is my little baby making messies? Mmm? You know grown ups sit down on a toilet and make number 2. But you just let go when ever and where ever you like. It’s clear you’re just a little baby.” Christine was staring me in the face through her mask the whole time. Her muffled teasing and cooing making me feel smaller and smaller.

”Look at all this poopy water flowing out of you. We’re going to need to make sure you stay in diapers. Maybe tomorrow we can do a little bit of potty training hmm? I’ve got plenty of fun toys for that, and we even have a special room for it too!

”Would you like that?”

I nodded again, feeling to small to really say anything, but my cage strained tight. I was in sweet humiliation heaven, and it sounded like more was to come!

Finally, the last of the water dribbled into the basin and drain at the foot of the change table. Another gentle jet of warm water followed and then it was done. Or so I thought.

Back down my head went, and I was level with the floor.

I watched as Christine grabbed the speculum and lubed it up and then felt the cold steel invade. I gasped as she ratcheted it open, and make a big show of examining me, using her rubber glove to feel around the inside of my rectum, taking special attention around my prostate. She held up 2 or three different metal plugs and found one that she felt was the right size.

"Alright sweety, one more enema and you're done. For now."

I groaned through the gag. This time the bag was filled only a quarter full of mineral oil. That was still a litres worth.

"We'll need to make sure you get plenty of fluids. Your insides will be well lubricated by the time you're done retaining this one."

The tube on my feeding gag was taken off of the bag of prune juice and connected to the bag of formula. I watched the white formula slowly dribble in. When it hit my tongue I grimaced. The formula must have curdled with the prune juice. I sucked it back quickly trying to get the horrid bitter taste out of my mouth.

Nope. That was just the taste of this baby formula. It was bitter and milky at the same time. Christine in the meantime had lowered my head more, thus making the horrible formula come in faster. She re-introduced the nozzle and re-inflated it, and proceeded to give me my mineral oil enema. In no time flat all the oil was inside and Christine took out the nozzle. This time however I was still laying with my head back.

I felt a coldness on my anus and the plug was slowly pushed in. I gurgled through the gag in pain/pleasure until I felt myself close around the flange. She massaged the place before I could feel something get attached to the plug. Before i knew it I was writhing in pain as what felt like 50,000 volts was coursing through my prostate.

I began to choke and sputter. Finally the pain stopped.

"There. We're almost done."

Almost...? What was left?