****** Ryan's "Problems" by Ryan ******
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Ryan's "Problems"


Note to readers: This is loosely based on a true story

Ryan sat in class, dreaming of the time that was to come later. He could feel
the fullness of his bowels, and prayed for the bell to ring, so he could go
home and meet the woman of his dreams.

"RIIIING!" The bell rang, and Ryan was off. The young redheaded senior in high
school grabbed his book-bag, and was off in a flash. He could feel the immense
pressure in his bowels, and knew it wouldn't be long until he could find
relief. And, if he hurried home, he would have just enough time to prepare,
before Marilyn arrived at his home to assist him. He only prayed that his
mother would be gone by then. It wasn't 30 seconds after the bell rang, until
Ryan had made his way into the boy's room. Looking around, he checked every
stall, and finally made his way into the last, handicapped stall. Quickly
removing his T-shirt, he slipped down into a slouch in his sleek black
wheelchair. He unzipped his pants, and wiggled them down off his thick, tree-
trunk hips. Scooting around to get comfortable, Ryan slid his hand into the
front of his piss soaked diaper. Feeling the warm wetness inside, he slipped
his hand down further, underneath his balls until the tips of his fingers felt
it.

There, just at the very end of the opening of his rectum, sat the inevitable
little bud of a soft turd, the result of a full week without a bowel movement.
Ryan closed his eyes, and moaned. Pressing his fingers against the little
"knob" of shit, he pushed it back up into his rectum, allowing the length of
the enormous log to "fuck" his ass. Again, he groaned. Unfortunately, thanks to
his disability, this was the extent of his ability to gain any sexual pleasure.
Having been born with Spina Bifida, his cock and balls, as well as the entire
lower half of his body was paralyzed since his birth. Luckily, though, Ryan had
learned early in his youth, that he could in fact gain sexual pleasure, through
rectal stimulation; a fact that became even more apparent to him, now that he
had been forced to hire Marilyn to help him.

Brian pushed the shit up into his bowels, letting his middle and ring fingers
glide into his rectum up to the last knuckle with the slickness of his own
peanut butter consistency log of shit. It wasn't long until Ryan felt the
inevitable sensations of his bowels begin to cramp against his fingers...the
only sign of his impending orgasm. But, Ryan stopped. He wanted to share his
orgasm with Mari, when she arrived.

Back at Ryan's house, he opened the door carefully. "MOM?" he called aloud. He
heard nothing, and thankfully took a deep breath. He couldn't have been
happier. No doubt, if his mother had been home, she would have grilled him
about the unmistakable smell that now emanated from his diaper, and on his
still dirty fingers. Slowly, Ryan crept into his house, and quickly rolled down
the long hallway to the door of his bedroom.

As he made his way into his bedroom, just as he was about to close the door, he
heard a noise.

"Ryan, is that you?" his mother, Beverly, called from behind the door.

'Shit!' he thought to himself, then laughed at his own Freudian slip. "Yeah,
mom, It's me. Sorry I'm late. I stopped at the store to get cigs."

Ryan's heart skipped a beat, as he lied to his mother.

"Is...everything okay hon? What IS that awful smell?" she asked, obviously able
to detect the smell through the door.

"Yeah, Mom... I'm fine... I just need a little privacy here... I had an
accident at school," Ryan replied, again cringing at the lie. He knew the
accident was no accident.

"Awww, I'm sorry hon...do you need any help?" Ryan's mother replied in her
typical over-protective motherly voice.

"No, Mom...I'm fine...I can do everything," Ryan replied, as he climbed onto
his bed, and began to undress, wishing to God his mother would just leave him
the hell alone, so he could continue the "ass fucking" he had begun at school.

"Are you sure?" Beverly asked again, seeming to almost be too concerned.

"No, mother, I'm fine...please...I just need to be left alone for a bit, or
I'll never get cleaned up!" Ryan almost screamed at his mother.

"Oh, that's alright hon. I was just going out myself," Ryan's mother called
through the doorway, as Ryan prepared for Mari's arrival. He went to his
closet, and pulled out a large white towel, setting it down onto the black down
comforter on his bed. Then, going to the dresser in his attached bathroom...
his parents had given him the "Master bedroom," to alleviate need for Ryan to
go out into the hall when he was not dressed. Ryan grabbed the large yellow
bedpan, and a latex glove from the he kept under his sink.

As he heard his mother prepare to exit, Ryan took a deep breath of relief. Now
stripped down to only his blue plastic Depends Adult Diaper, he reached into
his nightstand, and pulled out his small shaving mirror. Lying back, Ryan
unfastened the tapes of his diaper, and pulled the front flap forward, exposing
his cock and balls to the cold air. Although he could not actually FEEL the
coldness of the air to his cock, he noticed it always responded. He groaned
softly, as he felt the shaft of his cock stir around in the recesses of his
belly cavity.

Ryan took his mirror, and positioned it between his legs. Another trick he
learned as a child. He could place a mirror, or any object, between his legs,
and the fatty tissue that surrounded his atrophied muscles allowed the object
to remain in place.

Ryan looked at himself in the mirror for a long few moments. He could see the
thick bulbous vein that ran down along the length of his small, 'cocktail hors
d'oeuvres wiener' cock. Slowly, he slipped his hand down, cupping his balls in
his hand, and lifted the sack a bit. He closed his eyes again, and let his mind
focus on the rumbling and stirring, much like gas rumbling in his belly after
he ate. This, to him, was arousal.

Again, Ryan opened his eyes and began to examine himself. He could see the
redness and swelling of his diaper rash, and knew he'd get a good scolding from
Marilyn for not taking care of him. He smiled, knowing she'd be forced to wash
and powder him.

And, there, nestled between the fatty, almost rippled cheeks of his ass, Ryan
saw it. The log of shit had slipped its way back out of his rectum. It now
smashed against his hole, and the back of his bowels. Again, Ryan smiled as he
knew Marilyn would need to take an extra long time to wash him.

Ryan took his manhood and ball sack into his hand. Since he was unable to get
hard, Brian could easily take his sack and the shaft of his cock into his hand,
and treated them as a unit. Slowly, he began to squeeze and rub himself.
Squeezing, pulling the shaft and sack, almost kneading them like bread dough.
Softly, he moaned. His mind focused on his belly. He could feel the rumblings,
and stirrings. He had been eating particularly healthy this past week, since
Marilyn's last visit, so he knew that his gas and the impending shit were going
to be large and fantastic. As Ryan made love to himself, he began to visualize
Marilyn.

Marilyn was an older woman, probably late 30's early 40's. Yet, despite her
age, and her slightly paunchy belly, she was a beautiful woman. At least Ryan
thought so. He knew very little about her, really. Except that she was
divorced, with one child. Ryan often used Marilyn as his fantasy woman. How
could he resist? It had been years since a woman had given Ryan the pleasure
that Marilyn gave him, and at 16, Ryan desired it often.

Ryan cupped his balls and cock in his hands and slowly lifted them to his
belly. Slipping his right hand down between his legs, he pressed his fingers
against the soft growing bud that emerged from his shit hole. He was so
engrossed in his ass fucking, that he did not hear the door open. Marilyn
opened the door of Ryan's bedroom slowly. She could hear, from half way down
the hall, the sounds of Ryan's masturbation. She couldn't help but smile to
herself, as she made her way down the hall, and into Ryan's private quarters.

As she opened the door, the sight before her shocked Marilyn. There was Brian,
lying fully nude, his left hand stroking his cock and balls, while his right
hand fucked his ass. Slowly, She crept into the room, as she watched. At first,
the image was a shock. But, as she made her way closer, she became more
curious. She had always wondered if Ryan was capable of bringing pleasure to
himself. And now, she was not only getting an answer to her question, she was
watching the question be answered before her very eyes. Marilyn crept closer,
not wanting to disturb him. Slowly, she made her way to stand at the very edge
of the bed, between Ryan's widely spread legs. She could see the purple
engorged head of his cock as it peeked out between his fingers. And, she could
see the shit, soft and slimy, coating Ryan's fingers, as he fucked himself.

Marilyn gasped. She closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath. She had to calm
herself, before she did something inappropriate. It was bad enough that she had
been fired once from her old job as a hospital nurse, for "inappropriate
contact with patients." Thankfully, her boss had not reported her to the state
board. This allowed her to take a job as a 'home health care' nurse. Because
her qualifications were so good, She got a job immediately, on the condition
that she never, ever have another "inappropriate" incident. But, now, standing
there, watching Ryan so close, she wanted to touch him.

It had been over a year since Marilyn's divorce, and she craved to be touched.
She had denied herself any 'acts of pleasure', since her firing, and she NEEDED
to be fucked. She stood there, watching Ryan, she could feel the juices begin
to pool in her pants. Strangely, that day was a particularly hot one, so
Marilyn had decided to not wear panties that day. A decision that she now
regretted.

Slowly, Marilyn's desires took over. She closed her eyes, and prayed, as she
reached out and touched her fingertip to the head of Ryan's cock. She could
see, and feel the tiny bit of pre-cum wetness that formed on the head, and she
wanted to taste it. Carefully, so as not to disturb Ryan, Marilyn pressed her
finger into the tiny little piss slit.

"HUH? WHAT?" Ryan awoke from his dream with a start. As he shook his head, Ryan
saw Marilyn, standing there between his legs, as she raised her finger up to
her lips and tasted of him. "Mari! What are you doing here? I didn't hear you
come in..."

"Oh, my God... Ryan... I'm so sorry... I... I don't know what came over me...
I... I just saw you there, and..." Marilyn gasped, struggling to find the words
to explain her actions.

"How long have you been there? What did you see?" Ryan questioned, quickly
pulling his towel over himself self-consciously, despite the fact that Mari had
seen him nude more times than he could count.

"Oh... Ryan... I'm sorry... I just got here... I came in, and I didn't want to
disturb you. But, as I watched you, I... well, I got hot..." Mari fumbled.

Mari was lost. Her head was spinning, with arousal and confusion. She needed to
sit down. She couldn't believe what she had just done. Slowly, Mari stumbled
around the room, looking for a chair. Finding none, she sat down in Ryan's
wheelchair, buried her face in her hands, and began to sob. "I'm sorry, Ryan...
I shouldn't have...I should have knocked..."

"Mari... you know... I think... that I find you attractive... " Ryan replied,
slowly sitting up. "I'm actually glad you touched me. I've wanted you to touch
me like that for MONTHS now, I just didn't know how to say anything... I mean,
you're a nurse, I'm your patient."

"Oh, Ryan... you're so much more than that to me. You're my friend... I love
you. I never wanted to hurt you... But, I can't tell you how fucking horny it
makes me, having to come here every week and help you!" Mari replied, almost
screaming at herself, through her tears.

"Well, then... I think we have something to work with here," Ryan replied, as
his mind began to reel with thoughts.

"What do you mean?" Mari asked hesitantly, wiping her tears with her hand.

"Well, look... you love me, and I love you, right?"

"Yes..."

"So, then, how about this..." Ryan began. "Let's make a deal... When you come
over, I'll make sure I'm prepared, like I am now. And when we finish with the
'personal stuff'... bathing, and cleaning me out, we'll fool around. That way,
you can say we're doing it as friends and lovers, not as nurse and patient."

"That sounds wonderful, Ryan. But, let me think about it, okay? I still need to
get over the shock of what I did today." Mari replied weakly

"That's fine. But, what about my cleaning? I mean, I still need to be cleaned
out. And, as you can see, I've made quite a mess of myself here... I'm going to
need help cleaning up."

"Okay....we can do that. Are you ready?," Mari replied, switching her
professional nurse persona back into high gear.

"Yeah, here... " Ryan replied, as he turned around onto his belly, and moved up
onto his knees. "Maybe it'd be best if you took off your clothes, so you don't
get messy?" he added, blatantly flirting now.

"Um... yeah... okay... good idea!" Mari laughed, as she quickly stepped out of
her white nursing pants, and button down cotton shirt, then quickly disposed of
her bra.

Climbing up onto the bed behind Ryan's spread legs, as he knelt on all fours,
Mari reached for the latex glove and bedpan that lay beside them.

"Tell me something... how much can you actually feel, Ryan? I never did bother
to ask," Mari asked, in her most professional, yet oddly intimate voice.

"I can feel quite a bit deep inside my rectum... hence what you saw, with me
fucking my ass. But I can only feel motion of my bowels, when my cock and balls
are played with. Nothing on the skin's surface." Ryan replied, shaking his ass
in Marilyn's face.

"So, if I were to shove my fingers up your ass... maybe even put my whole hand
inside you, you'd like that, huh?" Mari inquired teasingly, as she slipped her
gloved hand down between her own legs, to gather wetness to the latex, then
place them to Ryan's tiny shit smeared hole.

"Oooooohhhh, yeeeees," Ryan gasped, as he felt two of Mari's fingers slip into
his rectum.

"Here... hold this," Mari exclaimed, as she pushed the mirror up to Ryan. He
took the mirror in his hands and positioned it so he could see himself,
crouching on all 4's, his legs spread wide, as Mari's hand grasped hold of his
cock and balls.

Slowly, Mari mimicked the rhythmic movements, pulling, tugging, kneading Ryan's
genitals in her hand, as she worked her fingers in and around the enormous log
that lay in waiting inside Ryan's colon.

"Hmmm... I see you've been eating well, Ryan. Your shit looks lovely. Nice,
soft brown color. Looks like the shade of a Hershey bar," Mari whispered, as
she dug her fingers deep into Ryan's bowels, slowly extracting more and more of
the enormous shit. Slowly, one finger after another... 2... then 3... then 4
fingers. Finally, Mari was able to slip her thumb in, and with a soft grunt,
forced her entire gloved hand into Ryan's ass.

"Mmmm... Ooooohhhhhh... thank you... I've been trying to eat as well as I
could," Ryan replied between moans and gasps.

"But, it looks like you haven't been taking care of your little cock and balls,
now have you, Ryan?," Mari replied sternly as she shoved her 4th finger HARD
into Ryan's bowels.

"Nooooo... I'm sorry... I Just... forgot... mmmmmmm," Ryan replied as the waves
of orgasm began to set in. rocking his body in an intense explosion.

"Well, We'll have to take care of that, now won't we? Roll over!" Mari barked,
as she pulled her hand from Ryan's bowels, and dropped the full 9" log of shit
into the bedpan.

Ryan quickly rolled over. His face reddened, stained with sweat and tears, as
he collapsed in an exhausted heap back onto his bed. He finally had what he
always dreamed of.

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