Dearest Sister,
I have finished on Marzipan’s fundament, as I said, and shall detail to you all I do to achieve a pretty helplessness.
I am fortunate in that Marzipan’s family are well-to-do, and have all the latest machinery for the home, including the very finest of internal baths, that has a hygienic emptying function, which serves the delightful purpose of hastening un-training by sucking out an enema, rather than having the subject empty themselves. What wonderful innovation!
Even before I was engaged, Marzipan’s family were wonderfully diligent with making sure their daughter had regular weekly enemas of the usual kind. Thus, she was already comfortable with the idea; but I was fortunate enough to be the one to introduce her to enemas by machine.
The cleaning cycle is quite overwhelming, from the noises she makes; but quite thorough—and one can mix in one’s own choice of additions. I added the sisterhood’s usual addition to begin a girl’s transition, that begins to empty the gut and prepare it to return to a liquid diet (as you know).
The brushes are quite soft and dense—sable, I believe, which is softer and holds more than even the most high-quality of our badger brushes—and the full width of the lower tract. It was a pleasure to watch the machine first stretch her anus, then insert the brush, well-loaded with soap, slowly, until it was nearly spanning the full length of her gut, upon which point the rotation-scrubbing started.
Marzipan was coming by the end of that cycle, and of course you know how difficult it is to keep scrubbing a girl out when she is coming; but the machine had no trouble continuing on to the thrusting cycle, and was terribly slow and gentle with her, pulling all the way out before pushing all the way in the usual twenty times, before the rinsing began.
The water was so clean by the end, and Marzipan had been such a good girl—she is so quiet, and so very still and pliant! However, such a thorough internal bath had her anus gaping and twitching, and of course we had to stop the latter.
I knew she expected her medicinal enema after being cleaned out, as I had told her what to expect on my first day as her Governess; and so I did not wait, and simply had the machine fill her straight away—deeply, rather than only her rectum, as she had been used to before. That was a surprise to her, as I knew it would be; but I only told her that it was a Lady’s amount, and she accepted immediately without further fuss (she is so sweet-tempered, so submissive).
I added a little bisacodyl, Stasia, and Expansia as well, to hasten the enlargement process…. and to see how she handled cramps. Her belly inflated beautifully, I easily fit a whole gallon into her, upon which I had the machine insert a walking-plug with a two-inch neck, and a rectum-filling bulb that weighed a full pound—quite a large plug, but I wanted her to feel the stretch, the weight… and the urgency.
When I took her out of the machine’s seat, I immediately rubbed around the rim of the plug with more Stasia, telling her it was to help with any soreness or chafing, and began to ready her for bed. She told me—not obstinately—that she had never been forced to keep an enema overnight, and that it made her feel very Ladylike, indeed. Such a good girl, my sister, she really beggars belief! By the time I was massaging her, she was beginning to feel the cramps from the bisacodyl taking effect, but she made not the least particle of noise, I only knew because I could feel her belly, taut and overfilled and sore, twitching beneath my hands! She made the softest little squeaks, but tried so hard to be obedient, and not make any complaint. We in the sisterhood do give out reward when merited, despite what some would have you believe, o my sister!
As reward, I lulled her to sleep by rubbing her overdeveloped teats—they are so naturally large—with the usual cream we use to encourage growth of the breasts and nipples (though I always have told her it is to ease the growth and slow it down, as she does feel such distress at having such large teats, when she is, after all, only a Virginal Maiden).
I know she did not get much sleep, her bladder and anus causing her so much distress, as they were; but even so, I woke her at the usual time, and had her mounted into the machine again, still half-asleep, to be emptied. I was very curious what that might look like, you understand.
…The suction is quite something, I wonder how it is done without harm! but her belly shrank all at once as it emptied her, and that certainly woke her up! After that, I set it to coat the brush in our sisterhood’s special mixture, and coat her insides with it. Last of all, I needed to put her day-plug in, myself. One cannot trust the machine with my particular method, as it is mine alone—though I share it now with you, o my sister. It takes some little practise, and care in the doing, else the girl will come to harm.
First, one prepares a day-plug by coating the groove that the anus grips around with a thick bead of the strongest skin-glue in one’s kit. After that, one fills a clyster with pure Expansia in a two-part foam, and fits the nozzle with the deep-reaching tube, pushing it all the way down the length of the gut, and pulling it out as one depresses the plunger. One must then quickly push in the plug, and hold it for the glue’s set time. Enclosed are the recipes you need, and the methods of practise. It causes expansion through the day, very slow and steady, and despite the distress and alienation being harder on the girl’s mind, it is much gentler on the body, compared to the usual way, and reconfigures her gut much faster, and with less wasted potion, as it holds the potions against the walls of the gut evenly for full absorption. Doing this method, it only takes a week for the gut to become the ideal single chamber with a rectum much enlarged at the end, and besides which, it pushes the full bladder tightly against the wall of the belly, which causes even more distress to both bladder and womb—distress which one can use to move on to enlarging the womb, later. But that is for a subsequent letter.
Seeing Marzipan’s belly expand all day was quite lovely entertainment, as the strangeness of the feeling causes most girls to simply move from bed to chaise and back again all day, usually unable to focus on anything but the way their belly is enlarging, the way the contents of their guts are so light and yet keep getting bigger. Yet they are under Governess’ watchful eye, and cannot acknowledge anything is happening, if Governess does not—and you must not, o my sister. If she asks why her belly feels it is getting bigger, you must say it does not seem bigger at all, and that she should perhaps lay down, as becoming a lady can cause such confusing sensations as the body matures, and rest is best, as it is so very much work, turning into a Lady. Marzipan is very receptive to anything, so long as it is something Ladylike. Above all, she must not be allowed to touch, to stroke, to run her hands along herself—that is vulgar, and we are meant to get her used to her body being known only by others, and not herself.
Marzipan bears all of this so well; she was quite fun to watch as she tried very hard to ignore it in Ladylike fashion, even though I could watch her squirm, and checked her vulva often just to enjoy the flush of arousal. I only had to use my fingers to rub her swollen clit for three strokes before her body was twitching in a most painful orgasm, so it was quite easy to gently admonish her for such lack of control, as she was finally in tears at the agony of her body spasming around such a full lade. I told her that she had to get used to this, as it was only her gut and her bladder, and that her womb and ovaries had not even grown in, yet, and were going to get so much bigger than both.
Reminding her of this when she was already distressed had a beautiful effect, and I was able to use her tears as reason to fill her bladder more, and put a larger urethral plug inside her, and send her to bed, as she was obviously hysterical and needed to be calmed with such treatments.
She thanked me, even through her tears, and promised she had been trying to be good. I did take pity on her, then, as she had been so good up to that moment; and so I gave her a Sleeping Draught, and massaged her beautiful, soft teats, until she fell asleep.
By the end of a week of this, over and over, every day, her anus no longer closed at all, a pleasing three-inch gape she was helpless to control, and her gut was the ideal helpless chamber, entirely dependant upon being plugged closed.
Marzipan herself was also the ideal helplessness about this, prettily ashamed of her arousal thanks to our usual subtle manipulations, and accepting that her fundament, too, was weak and needed someone else’s strength to control it.
I started her on being given all her nutrition via large enemas then—and the machine’s settings are so wonderfully devious, you really can do anything you like so easily! I straight away was able to fill her with two gallons, three times a day, of richness that will fatten her up and fill her teats with milk. I shall expand her capacity faster than other girls, I think, with how enthusiastically she has taken to it. I’m quite used to my charges feeling distress when I tell them the enemas replace eating, but Marzipan seemed almost relieved….
Her urethral plug made her walk with Ladylike care; the three-inch anal plug makes her hardly able to walk at all, especially when she is fully dressed in corset and bustle. It bodes well for the next stages of her development….
I shall write you more at the end of a fortnight, as I am beginning on her womb next, and am
Yours in Governance,
E. Manderly