Six months later...
"Quite struggling sissy..." Melissa sternly warned Ethan as she began firmly applying greater pressure to the big blunt dil-do positioned between his trembling cheeks.
He was bent over her lap, with his thick diapers unpinned and pulled back between his smooth, girlish legs. His baby dress and petticoats were piled around his torso and a look of dire concern was on his face.
"Oh! No, Grandma--its too big!" he squealed as he helplessly waved his hands in the air.
"I know its bigger than your usual nozzle, but a sissy like you can take it--spread your legs wider and relax, it will go in much easier for you if you just submit."
The nozzle, which resembled a very large, lifelike rubber coc-k, was attached to a long white hose that ran upwards and ended at a glistening red rubber enema bag, hanging from a hook that was bursting with two quarts of hot, soapy water.
Ethan's bottom was still showing some residual markings from a hard spanking he'd received the other day and he was reluctant to say or do anything in opposition to his strict, domineering mother-in-law.
"Come on sissy--be a good boy for momma," she urged him in her usual kind but condescending tone.
Whimpering and bunching his fists, Ethan did as he was told, submissively spreading his legs wider and trying to relax enough to allow the rubber leviathan to get past his puckering, reluctant sphincter.
"Theeere you go," she said with satisfaction as she finally pushed the big, bulbous head inside him, making him squeal loudly.
"OHHHH!!" Ethan cried as his eyes went wide.
"There you go," she said again, twirling the slippery fat rubber nozzle around inside him before slowly pushing it in farther.
Ethan's tight hole was stretched to the limit as the huge nozzle was pushed in even further and he moaned weakly. While it was true that he had become somewhat used to being invaded like this, either from Megan's strap-on dil-do, or his mother-in-law's usual enema nozzle, this one was much bigger.
Melissa pushed it until it bottomed out, eliciting more girlish moans and squeals from her weak-willed, sissy son-in-law.
She smiled to herself when she thought of what Megan had in mind to announce to him later today and this emasculating enema seemed like the perfect prelude to that meeting. She had found that a good soapy enema always left Ethan feeling a little more subdued, compliant, and submissive, and willing to accept further humiliations more readily. She had in mind to make him wear his biggest, fattest butt plug during the meeting, which would only further embarrass him.
They were in Ethan's nursery and Melissa could see the look of angst on his face, reflected on the wall mirror across from them. She toyed with the nozzle a bit and then plunged it back in all the way before holding it there steady.
"Ready, baby Ethan?" she asked cheerfully.
The poor sissy found he was never ready to receive his enema but of course, it was truly a rhetorical question. He was going to get his purging whether he was ready or not.
Sure enough, without waiting for an answer, his mother-in-law released the clip on the hose and hot soapy water surged unhindered, deep into his bowels.
"Unnngg," Ethan grimaced.
He clenched and unclenched his fists, gasping as he tried to deal with the feeling of fullness that was quickly developing inside him. Glancing up at the mirror, he saw his mother-in-law with her usual, smug, superior expression on her face. She was wearing a pretty white blouse that she had purposely unbuttoned to show off her deep cleavage but at the moment, that was the last thing on Ethan's mind.
Open and closed, taking her time, she carefully manipulated the clip, watching him squirm and waiting until she thought he could take another dose of the warm, sudsy liquid before opening the clip again.
When she had first started administering enemas to him nine months ago, he had barely been able to take a quart, but since then, she had learned that by stretching out the process, and patiently making him take it over a longer period of time, a much greater quantity of the soapy water could be taken in. And she wanted to make sure he took in every possible drop for a nice, full, punishing enema.
Melissa often used these sessions to scold him for his shortcomings or some failure on his part with the housework, which had become his primary task in the household. Bent over her lap and completely at her mercy, Ethan could do little more than squeal and moan helplessly as she scolded him like an errant child.
Today, however, she decided to use it to give him some rare praise.
"Frank tells me you've become quite the little coc-ksuc-ker," she remarked while she was waiting for the water to settle inside of him.
Ethan moaned and squirmed on her lap, trying in vain to get comfortable.
"Yes, he says you're the best coc-ksuc-ker he's ever had and that you can make him c-um in less than five minutes now...that's quite an achievement," she remarked sardonically.
Sensing that he could take some more, Melissa undid the clip and another powerful surge of soapy water gushed into Ethan's waiting bottom.
"He says he looks forward to his mornings here when he knows you'll eagerly slurp and suc-k on his big coc-k, anxious to swallow his huge loads of creamy c-um."
Ethan blushed with bitter shame. He hated having to get on his knees for his wife's lover and submit to giving him blowjobs like a cheap hooker, but he'd already suffered several blistering spankings over the larger man's lap and didn't want to experience another one again. To Ethan, five minutes of degradation (and the humiliating, demeaning comments that followed) were well worth avoiding the pain and suffering of one of Frank's hard paddlings.
"Its good that a sissy bedwetter like you knows his place and has finally found something that you're good at," she said, sounding almost genuine in her flattery, "To be sure--your place in this house is on your knees, with his big fat coc-k, balls deep in your mouth.
"What's it like when he blows his load down your throat? Do you have a hard time swallowing it all? He says you don't gag anymore so you must have really mastered the skill."
Ethan was moaning and squirming--most of the rubber enema bag was empty now and he could feel the volume of warm water distending his belly and giving him cramps.
"If you were more of a man, maybe you'd be in the other room, making love to my daughter. Instead, you're in here, with your diapers pulled down, bent over my lap getting a long soapy enema....I'd say you're right where you belong, wouldn't you?"
Ethan lay there and moaned weakly until his mother-in-law pushed the dil-do in to prompt him.
"Wouldn't you?" she asked again more forcefully.
"Y-yes ma'am," he squeaked, "This-this is where I belong."
Melissa rewarded his submissive obedience with another surge of soapy water.
Ethan gritted his teeth and swallowed the groan escaping his lips as he reflected how true her words were. He had gone from being 'the man of the house', to being the baby cuckold of the house, subject to daily humiliations and punishments at his cruel mother-in-law's hands. She had become his primary caretaker, although it was questionable just how much caring she did. Since Megan had become more and more deeply involved in her affair with Frank, Melissa had assumed the role of Ethan's babysitter and guardian, changing his wet diapers and dressing him for the day, feeding him in his highchair and putting him down in his crib for his naptime.
Finally, the last soapy suds disappeared into Ethan's bottom, but Melissa held the nozzle firmly in place, just to make sure. Ethan whimpered weakly, praying silently that she would allow him up to release the churning liquid in his bowels.
At last, to his utter relief, he felt the wide, slippery nozzle easing out of his aching hole, along with his mother-in-law's admonishment not to let any leak or he'd be right over her lap again for a blistering spanking.
Precariously, Ethan limped off to the bathroom where he spent the next ten minutes expelling the punishing liquid.