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Ben's Strange Weekend

Part One

Ben stood at the gate and checked that he'd got the house number right on the Friday night. It could have been so embarrassing to ring at the wrong door. The house was detached, as were the others along the street with the gardens and house looking well cared for. There were blinds at some of the windows drawn across so no-one could see in. Ben swallowed nervously and his mouth was dry, both from excitement and nervousness. He decided he couldn't stand there all day so opened the gate, closing it carefully behind him, and walked up the drive to the front door. He range the door bell and the door opened a little. He guessed he'd been seen coming.

"Ben?" came a voice from behind the door.

"Yes, that's right," he replied in a voice which didn't sound like his because of his nervousness and dry mouth. The voice asked him to come in and the door opened wide enough for him to do so. As he crossed the threshold, the door shut behind him. Standing by the door was a nurse in the old fashioned uniform of dark blue for a sister with a starched white cap, white apron and those little rucked white cuffs around the short sleeves of the dress, as well as the essential rubber gloves to be worn when making patient contact. Ben took out an envelope and handed it to the 'nurse', "It's all there in cash, as we discussed."

"That's fine, Ben. I've prepared everything according to your wishes with a surprise as well. Come upstairs with me and we'll start!"

Some weeks ago, his wife announced that her mother was going into hospital for a short operation and that she was planning on staying at her mother's house for a few days to visit her and look after her when her mother was discharged form hospital, if that was all right with Ben? Of course Ben agreed as he could understand his wife's need to make sure her mother was all right, especially when she came out of hospital.

"Will you be all right for a few days on your own?" Ben laughed and gave his wife a kiss, "Of course I will, love. I can work the dishwasher so you won't come back to a huge pile of dishes and I can microwave myself something to eat or get a takeaway."

"I wish you could be with me, " his wife said, "but I know you have that project at work and you can't get away at the moment."

"Honestly, I'll manage, love," was Ben's reassuring reply. As his wife made arrangements, stocking the freezer with ready meals for Ben, he started to make his own plans.

A free weekend, as they hadn't got children yet, would allow Ben to indulge in his fantasy. Not far from where they lived, about twenty miles away, was an adult baby/diaper lover nursery where people could spend a weekend having their needs catered for. Ben booked his weekend on the Internet and posted a cash deposit, as well as sending his preferred scenario so that his needs would be met in full. he'd taken the money out of a cash machine to send as well as for the remainder of the money. Being careful, he'd used a cash machine near his home so that there wouldn't be a strange withdrawal from another town which might, in the future, make his wife suspicious. He'd got an adult sized diaper, or nappy as they're called in the UK, to wear when he went over to the house where his fantasy weekend was to take place as Ben had special needs. Following a stay in hospital as a child when he'd been in nappies and rubber pants the whole time with the nurses feeding and changing him, that had been a special time in his life when he'd felt cared for and safe. he had fantasized about returning to that time as an adult and here was his chance.

Ben followed the 'nurse' upstairs to a large bedroom at the back of the house, one of the ones with the drawn blinds which he'd seen. In the middle of the room was a hospital bed with cot sides - exactly as Ben had imagined as well as a chair somewhat similar to a dentist's chair. She spoke to Ben, "By the way, Ben, I used to be a nurse and this is my old sister's dress. This weekend, you call me 'nurse' when you want anything. I also expect you will do exactly as nurse tells you. Do you understand?" Ben replied immediately, "Yes nurse!"

"I will help you to undress and we'll put your clothes away for the weekend in the wardrobe there as you won't be needing them until Sunday." She removed Ben's coat and jacket, hanging them in the wardrobe, then his tie and shirt, followed by his shoes, socks then trousers.

"Good, I see you're well protected!" she said, when she saw the all in one disposable nappy around Ben's waist. Come over here and we'll clean you up." Ben was about to say something when a look from nurse silenced him. In the corner, hidden by the door, was a large shower tray with a shower over. She indicated that Ben should stand in the tray so he did as he was bidden. The room, Ben noticed, was warm, so, despite wearing just his nappy, he wasn't cold at all. The nurse put on a long plastic apron with sleeves which came down to her wrists. She tucked the plastic sleeves into her rubber gloves so she was well protected against splashes. She undid the tapes on the nappy, leaving Ben completely naked. Embarrassed at standing in the shower like that in front of her, his manhood stood to attention. His first reaction was to cover himself modestly, but his reason argued that she'd be seeing him like that quite a lot this weekend and she must be used to seeing men undressed in view of her very specialist services. She handed him a capsule and a glass of water to swallow.

"It's crudely termed a 'cock crinkler' - it will help to stop erections when you're wearing your nappy a so that the urine escapes out of the top at the waist rather than being absorbed. Trust me, it will also make passing urine easier." Ben took the capsule trustingly and swallowed it.

She turned to a cupboard beside the shower to remove three sachets. Ripping the top off each one, she placed them on a shelf in the shower. Taking the first one, she squeezed the contents of the sachet onto her gloved hand. It was a white cream with a strange odour. She grabbed Ben's manhood in her left hand to hold it out of the way and proceeded to rub the cream around it, over his scrotum, between his legs, releasing her grip on him and asking him to turn round so she could get into his anal cleft from the rear. Using the other two sachets, Ben was covered from armpit and chest down to his feet in a layer of the white cream.

"Stand still and let the cream work. For hygiene reasons, you should be hairless and the cream will see to that." As Ben stood there, she used the time by checking his fantasy with him. This had two purposes: to ensure that Ben received what he was paying for and to distract him from the cream doing its work. After ten minutes, she took as plastic scraper and, grabbing his manhood firmly again, scrapped his pubic hair off, wiping the scraper on paper towels to stop all the hairs getting trapped in the plug hole. By this time, the capsule had worked and his manhood was now floppy as well as he was felling relaxed from the drug she'd given him. Ben watched, horrified, as his hairs just came away leaving him smooth like a baby. He was asked to bend over and to turn from side to side until he was scraped clean with no hairs from below his neck to the soles of his feet. The scraper and paper towels were put into a clinical waste bin along with the rubber gloves which were changed for a clean pair. The nurse turned the shower on and washed the remaining traces of cream off Ben.

"This is the last shower you'll have this weekend - tomorrow and Sunday you get bed baths!" she said, with a smile. She took a large fluffy bath sheet and proceeded to dry Ben from top to toe, insisting that Ben was just to raise his arms or foot when instructed and that she would do the rest. When Ben was thoroughly dry, she took a pot of special cream for skin protection for incontinent adults and rubbed a good coating around the parts soon to be enclosed in terry cloth nappies and rubber pants. When she'd finished applying the protective cream, she held out her hand, telling Ben to take it and come with her.

Standing by the hospital bed with one cot side down, Ben saw that a thick pile of terry cotton nappies had been laid strategically on the bed for him to lie on with the nappy pins and a pair of real semi-transparent rubber pants to go over the top. The bed had been turned back exposing a drawsheet on top of a rubber protective drawsheet. The pillows too were in rubber covers as the covers could be seen through the open ends of the pillow cases. A hospital gown was hung over the far cot side ready to be put on him. He swallowed hard in anticipation. This was exactly what he'd been looking for.

"Ben, I have a surprise for you. You wanted to be fully dependent this weekend and I have something to help you be just that. Close your eyes for me and you'll find out what it is." Ben did as the nurse had told him. He could feel something cold which felt like rubber being slid over his arms which were then gently folded across his chest. Cold rubber touched his chest and then across his back as the garment, whatever it was, was fastened at the back.

"Open your eyes now, Ben. If you look down, you can see you're wearing a rubber restraint garment from neck to waist and your arms are trapped inside. You will be dependent on me for everything this weekend as, wearing that, you have no choice!" She turned Ben so he could see in a mirror on the wall how his arms were folded inside the black rubber restraining garment which fitted snugly around him. He genuinely couldn't move his arms. As he stood there, she tied a hospital gown around his neck with the sleeves tucked inside as he wouldn't be putting his arms through the armholes on the gown.

She took him by the hand again and helped him to lie on the bed across the pile of nappies in the right place. She'd pulled the gown open and up so it wasn't in the way. She lifted each leg in turn so that his legs were wide apart as he laid on his back. She turned to get a kidney dish from the bedside cabinet and placed it between his legs. She took a tube of KY jelly and lubricated her gloved finger liberally.

"You can guess where this is going, can't you?" she smiled at Ben. With that, she applied the lubricating gel to his anus and then gently started to insert her finger. Ben relaxed his sphincter muscles as much as he could to aid her penetration of him. Once she'd opened him up with her finger, she inserted a large rectal thermometer. Holding it in place so it wouldn't get pushed out, she turned it from side to side which had an 'interesting' effect on Ben as she rubbed the tip of the thermometer against his prostate. Normally that would have caused a raging erection, but the earlier medication was still doing its work. Then she took two suppositories, one after the other and inserted them as high up his back passage as her finger could reach.

"That'll start to clear you out. You'll get some laxative at bedtime and an enema or two, probably more, tomorrow and Sunday. Try to retain the suppositories as long as possible to get a good result." With that, she changed her gloves again, then pinned up Ben's nappies around his hips, pulling the cloth snugly around him. Then she moved Ben's legs together and pulled up the pre-powdered rubber pants. Ben had been expecting plastic pants and was thrilled that they were genuine rubber as he'd remembered from his childhood. He was already beginning to sweat inside his arm restraints and realised that he'd have to wet and soil his nappy as he was powerless to do anything about it. Nurse had absolute control over how he eliminated his wastes and the suppositories, already starting to irritate his rectum, showed that she could control when he passed stool as well. Nurse tidied up Ben's gown for him, then she pulled up the cot side of the bed in case Ben rolled on his side and fell out.

She went away and came back with two large bottles with teats on them and a large, plastic backed cloth bib. The side on the cot was lowered and the bib tied around Ben's neck. Sitting on the side of the bed, she smiled at Ben, saying, "There's no point in wearing nappies and rubbers if you're not going to use them! I thought you might need some help in wetting them, so drink up!" She leaned forward and inserted the teat between Ben's lips. When he tasted the teat, he gave a little smile. She'd used a rubber one, not a tasteless silicone one. he closed his eyes as he sucked - transported back in his memory to his time as a child in hospital wearing nappies and rubber pants and being bottle fed by a nurse dressed exactly as 'his' nurse was now. The bottles held about one litre each so Ben knew that it would soon be passing through him and soaking the terry towelling nappy pulled snugly between his legs, although he reckoned, from the discomfort in his back passage, that he'd be soiling his nappies first as the suppositories did their work. Once he'd drunk his way slowly through both bottles of water, with his tongue tired from its unaccustomed exercise, the nurse told Ben to lie quietly and to rest. She would be back later with his supper which she'd feed him. With that, she got up, pulled up the cot side, took the bottles and left the room, turning the light down to its dim setting as she left. Ben laid there, thoroughly enjoying the sensations of his helplessness and the need very soon to undo all that childhood conditioning about not wetting or soiling whilst in bed. The suppositories must have been powerful, because he had severe griping pains followed by an explosive evacuation into his nappy. This was made more difficult because the nurse had pulled the terry towelling tightly between his anal cleft so that the stool was forced out across his bottom as he expelled it. As he did this, the contractions forcing the stool from him caused his bladder to release as well. He felt the hot urine flowing between his legs and up over his abdomen and down his sides as it was soaked up by the towelling nappy. It felt wonderful!

Nurse came back to check on him just before bringing his supper. She put her hand on the crotch of his rubber pants and pushed gently, squeezing the stool further around Ben's nappy region. She smiled at him, "Those suppositories certainly did a good job, didn't they?" Ben dutifully agreed with her. She left for a moment and came back with his supper tray. Dropping the cot side, she adjusted the bib which she'd left around his neck and then started spooning him wholemeal pasta with sauce. Giving him a grin, she commented, "Wholemeal, Ben, because it has plenty of roughage for tomorrow!" Dessert was banana custard with Ben thoroughly enjoying being spoon fed by his nurse, although, by the time she'd finished feeding him, he was really stuffed full. He was given fruit juice to drink from a bottle, sucking eagerly at the rubber teat which nurse placed between his lips. After supper, she pulled the cot sides up, moved a chair beside the bed and talked to him about his experiences in hospital. His childhood experiences were adenoids and tonsils removed with his stay being in nappies the whole time because he'd been poorly after the anaesthetic, so he'd been treated somewhat as a 'baby' by the nurses who had felt sorry for him sick in bed when the other children who'd been operated on the same day were either up and playing or gone home. He told her how he'd been constipated so one of the nurses had got a rubber bulb syringe and filled it with hot soapy water which she'd squirted into his bottom after gently lubricating his bottom with Vaseline and the tip of her little finger. After that, she'd done up his nappy and pulled up his rubber pants, telling him to hold it as long as possible. She sat with him encouraging him to hold it until he'd erupted into his nappy. She'd squeezed it against him to check how much had come out and that had really started his 'love affair' with nurses, nappies and anal therapy.

The nurse lowered the cot side and helped Ben to stand. She guided him to the shower and then pulled down his rubber pants and very wet, soiled nappies. She used the shower to wash him down - the drain didn't have a grating on it so all the mess just flushed away. Taking a disposable wash cloth, she washed him thoroughly clean and then dried him. Leading him back to the bed, she put an incontinence pad on the bed and got Ben to lie on it. Another thorough creaming front and rear resulted. She went to fetch a tray with a medicine glass and two very large glasses of orange juice. Raising the backrest of the bed, she sat him up, then held Ben's nose and told him to drink down the medicine glass quickly. As soon as he'd done that, he shuddered from the foul oily taste of the very large dose of castor oil he'd been given, inwardly smiling as he knew his supper was soon going to be forcefully ejected into his waiting nappy. She encouraged him to drink down the two glasses of orange juice to flush away the taste and to keep him hydrated while the strong purgative works its worst on his insides. She rolled him onto his front again, saying it was time to put him into his night-time nappies as he'd been uncovered from the waist down after the creaming. She intended to make the point that she was in control and that Ben had to submit to nurse's ministrations. She got Ben to lie on his front on the fresh clean nappies. She then inserted a micro-enema into his back passage without saying what it was. Ben thought it was a laxative enema, but in fact it was a Diazepam enema in a high enough dose to ensure that he'd get to sleep before the castor oil churned his guts for him and woke him up. She fastened the nappies up behind him, telling him that he'd be sleeping on his front that night. She pulled up the cot side, made sure that Ben was comfortable and told him that there was a baby alarm system so, if he needed her in the night, he only had to call.

Ben drifted rapidly off to sleep as nurse had intended: he'd have a busy day ahead of him in the morning, so needed to get al least some sleep before the castor oil did its worst. It was just about one o'clock in the morning when Ben woke to feel his guts churning as the castor oil causes painful and extreme peristalsis, pushing his stomach contents rapidly through his digestive system. The griping pains were very strong when suddenly Ben felt the pressure to evacuate his bowel contents. Despite his efforts to hold back, he found that the pressure was too much. A wet flood gushed from him faster than the nappy could soak it up so it ran down between his legs, over his manhood and spread over the front of his abdomen as the terry cloth struggled to soak up the massive outpouring from him. His gasp must have been heard as nurse came in, perfectly dressed as before some minutes after his gasp, holding two large bottle with water in and teats attached.

"You'd better drink these as we don't want you to get dehydrated!" she said to him, holding the first bottle for him to suck from. After he'd drained both bottles, she bade him "good night", although with a knowing smile on her face as she knew that most of the contents of those two bottles of water would soon be ending up spurting from him as his bowels emptied again and again. She was right as Ben woke later to pass just warm fluid from him which spread all over his nappy before slowly being absorbed as his nappy was very wet and extremely messy. Ben drifted back to an exhausted sleep as he realised how much effort a strong purgative took out of a person.

The next morning, he woke in a very wet nappy as nurse came into the room.

"Ben, you're definitely going to need changing before breakfast, so let's get you up!" With her help he rolled over and was assisted to sit up, making a face as the by now cold messy contents of his nappy were forced up between his legs. She got him to lean forward and released him from the rubber strait jacket so he had use of his arms again.

"I did promise you a bed bath, but, from the way that nappy is sagging, I guess you'd better have a shower and I'll give you a bed bath in the evening. Ban was helped over to the shower tray and stood there while she peeled the rubber pants off him and unpinned his nappy, carefully removing it and the using the shower to sluice the worst of the contents off before putting the nappy in a bucket beside the shower. Ben looked down and realised he was absolutely plastered!

Starting with his hair, he was carefully washed down literally from head to foot. He felt much cleaner as she dried him in a large fluffy white bath sheet. It felt good to have the use of his arms again. Wrapping him in the towel, she went over to strip and remake the bed with clean sheets as, despite the thickness of his nappies, he'd leaked a little onto the draw sheet. Leaving the bed turned back in the 'theatre' position (the top sheet and blankets turned to the side so half of the bed down the middle was uncovered) ready for later, she led Ben over to the special chair and sat him down on it. The chair, Ben discovered, was rubber covered, so he involuntarily shivered as the cold rubber surface came in contact with his skin. Nurse then did up restraints on the chair across Ben's chest with his arms inside the straps effectively immobilising him. His legs dangled down in the front of the chair, but nurse went into a cupboard to bring out two poles with a loop hanging from each. The poles were cranked and covered in foam padding. These poles plugged into socket on each side of the chair. She reclined the chair flat and lifted each of Ben's legs in turn and, lifting them around the pole, hung his foot and ankle on the loop on each pole. He was now lying down with his feet spread wide apart.

Nurse went over to a cupboard and started putting equipment onto a small stainless steel trolley which she wheeled beside Ben. She opened the packs carefully and then took a pair of sterile rubber gloves from one of the packs and put them on. After that she opened a sterile pack of cotton balls from inside the kit, took a gallipot and poured antiseptic into the gallipot from a sachet. She used a pair of forceps to hold the swabs which she dipped into the antiseptic and, from the tip of his penis down, using a new swab for each area, she cleaned around with the antiseptic. Ben asked what she was going to do, but nurse told him that nurse knew best and he should just behave himself by co-operating and being silent. She next took a sterile field which had a strategically placed hole in it. This was placed over Ben's now erect penis as the drug from the previous evening had worn off so that it stood up from this blue plastic coated paper sheet. Nurse picked up a syringe with Instillagel in it. This is a local anaesthetic, lubricant and antiseptic used to make catheterisation simpler and safer. She pulled the red cap off the tip of the syringe and, holding Ben's erect penis on one hand and the syringe in the other, squirted a small quantity around the opening at the tip of his penis. After allowing a moment or two for the local anaesthetic to start working, she inserted the nozzle of the syringe into the urethra running through his penis.

"This will sting at first, but you'll soon go numb," she warned as she gently squeezed the plunger of the syringe. It did sting at first as she gripped the top of his penis firmly to make a seal to prevent the gel from leaking out. In fact, as she emptied the syringe, he felt a strange pressure and then as if something had opened inside him. He was right as this was the gel being forced through his prostate and, opening up the sphincter muscles, into his bladder. Still holding the tip of his penis to contain the gel, she removed the syringe, dropping it into a waiting receiver. She picked up the catheter which she'd taken from its sterile packet and dropped it into a sterile tray, then had coupled the urine drainage bag to the end of the catheter. Whilst her back had been turned to Ben while she was loading the trolley, she'd also filled a syringe with 30 ml of sterile water, ready to inflate the catheter balloon of the Foley catheter to hold it in place. She released her tight grip on his penis as some of the gel came out of his urethra and pushed the tip of the catheter into Ben's penis, feeding it through and round.

"When you feel some pressure, cough and it will help the catheter pass through your prostate," nurse told him. It was the strangest sensation for something to be passing the wrong way up through his penis, but the local anaesthetic was doing it job of preventing the passage of the catheter from being painful. Suddenly Ben did feel a pain, so coughed as instructed. The catheter passed the prostate and into his bladder with urine flowing down through the catheter and into the connected drainage bag. The nurse took the syringe filled with sterile water and inflated the catheter balloon, giving a final tug to seat the balloon on the base of Ben's bladder. She then wiped the excess gel from around the tip of his penis, removed the sterile field and hung the drainage bag beside him.

She then went to the cupboard, ran some water and busied herself with her back to Ben. Wheeling a transfusion stand and the trolley she came back to Ben.

"Breakfast as soon as I've done this!" she said. She hung a large clear enema bag filled with milky white soapy water from the transfusion stand. The tubing was connected, via a valve and a visible drip glass, to a double cuffed rectal catheter - the large capacity silicone type with the extra large internal balloon. This she well lubricated before using her gloved fingers to dilate Ben's back passage and to make sure he was well lubricated as well. She inserted the tip of the catheter and first corrugated cuff into Ben's back passage. Satisfied she'd inserted it far enough, she started to inflate the internal bulb. After the first puff from the bulb, she pulled the catheter back to seat the bulb against Ben's anus, before inflating it fully. Ben could feel the pressure on his prostate and the fullness in his back passage. He thought he'd burst, but the nurse stopped and then inflated the outside balloon to make sure that she could fill him with as much soapy water as she wanted and that he'd have no choice but to retain it for as long as she left the double cuffed catheter in him. Opening the valve on the tubing, Ben could see the soap running in quite slowly. She left him, covering his lower half with a sheet to stop him getting cold, to clear away and wash her hands. She came back with a bib which she tied around his neck and then sat him up somewhat. This was followed by her spooning mouthful after mouthful of high fibre breakfast cereal until Ben felt completely full. It wasn't only his stomach which felt full as he was aware that, although the soap had been running in slowly, over time, the bag was deflating as his abdomen correspondingly inflated from the soapy water. He really wanted to void it, but the balloons either side of his anal sphincter prevented that. After half an hour, the nurse placed a bedpan on a fitment at the end of the couch and Ben was sat up with his bottom over the opening in the pan. Nurse deflated the balloons and pulled the enema catheter out. Ben thankfully exploded into the bed pan as seemingly gallons of soapy water poured from him. Part way through, the nurse asked him to stop if he could so she could exchange the bed pan for an empty one. By the time he'd expelled it all, he felt completely empty. The nurse washed him clean and laid him back. She smiled at him, "I think you're ready for the sigmoidoscopy now!" She went to get the equipment and place it onto her trolley, leaving Ben to wonder exactly what a sigmoidoscopy would be!

Find out about the rest of Ben's weekend with 'his' nurse in the next instalment of Ben's interesting weekend!

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