Danny's Tricks Part 5
[In which Danny begins eating only liquid formula, has trouble walking, is allowed to nurse on Kathys breasts, and is given a golden shower by Kathy.]
All week I was looking forward to the next weekend and when Kathy came up the walk on Friday afternoon I was really excited. Mom told Kathy that she and Dad were running a little behind schedule and would Kathy mind taking care of my supper. Kathy said that was no big deal and shooed them out the door telling them to enjoy themselves. So Kathy and I had the house to ourselves for almost two full days. The only real difference from the first weekend was that she fed me only baby formula, no solid food, this time. That was fine with me because I was really getting to like nursing on the bottles. In fact, between my bottles of formula Kathy would give me a bottle of apple juice so that I could have something to suck on. And when I didn't have a bottle, I found that I could suck on my thumb and pretend that it was a bottle. Oh, the other thing that was different was that she insisted that she didn't want me to get too tired so I had to take a long nap in the morning and another nap in the afternoon. So my whole weekend was pretty much occupied with sleeping at night, or napping on the floor rolled up in my blanket, or lying on my blanket and nursing from a bottle. I guess Kathy realized how much I enjoyed peeing when she changed my diaper as she made a game of it with me. After she took off my dirty diaper and I started to pee, shed duck down beneath my changing table and then pop up unexpectedly in a different location as I giggled and tried to pee on her. Usually by the time shed changed my diaper several times her white blouse and several large yellow stains on it and if Id been really accurate, her hair would be wet as well. I guess I was a good boy that weekend as Kathy gave me a "treat" on both Saturday AND Sunday morning. What a great weekend!
When Mom and Dad got home Sunday evening, Kathy had a talk with Mom out in the kitchen. I heard her telling Mom some story about how I had an upset stomach Friday night and threw up. Then on Saturday morning I couldn't keep any solid food down so Kathy remembered that one of her brothers had that problem and the doctor had them feed him brother baby formula till his stomach settled down. So she told Mom that she had gotten some from the drug store and tried it on me letting me use a bottle, and that I had tolerated it well. She didn't want to start me on solid food because I still seemed a little under the weather, kind of tired and napping all the time, so she kept me on formula the rest of the week. There was enough formula for me for three more days and a number of baby bottles on the kitchen counter and she said that Mom could decide when to switch me back to solid food. At first when she started telling Mom this story, Mom looked a little worried but at the end she commented that: "Well, as long as Danny's tolerating the baby formula and he enjoys the bottles I don't see any need to rush to switch him back to solid food. We'll just play it by ear." As Kathy was leaving, she came over to where I was lying on my blanket on the floor sucking my thumb, bent down and whispered: "Good night baby Danny." Then she tickled my tummy and I giggled as she left the house.
I think I gave Mom a scare several days ago actually, I gave myself a scare! I was coming down the stairs from the second floor and I tripped and fell down the rest of the stairs. Actually it was more like rolling and bumping than falling but I made quite a bit of noise and then began to cry loudly as I lay at the bottom of the stairs. Mom rushed over to me and held me in her arms and after a couple of minutes I quieted down and stopped crying. As she helped me to my feet she could see that other than being shaken up I was OK so she took me out into the kitchen and gave me a bottle of apple juice to relax me. Since the fall, I've started being more careful when I walk around the house, like I'll try to hold on to things that are near me as I walk along to steady myself. And when I'm going up or down the stairs now I think it's safer if I crawl up or down the stairs instead of walking.
Several weeks later Kathy was babysitting me one evening. I hadn't been feeling well that day Mom said I had a low-grade fever. Anyway I had trouble getting to sleep that night. Finally, after tossing and turning in my bed for several hours I began to cry. Kathy must have heard me as she came over to my bed, sat down, picked me up in her arms and gently rocked me as she said: "Hush little baby, Mommy's here", and stroked my curls. It did feel comforting but when she put me down after about thirty minutes I still couldn't get to sleep and started crying again. Kathy came up and looked at me for a minute and then said: "I bet baby would like a bottle to help him get to sleep", and I heard her go downstairs and into the kitchen. I heard her open several cabinet doors and then I heard: "Oh shit! We're out of formula. And the stores are closed." She came back up to my bedroom and sat on the bed, looked at me and said: "Let's see if this will work." She unbuttoned her sweater and I saw that she wasn't wearing a bra and it would have taken a pretty big one to cover her large breasts. She held me in her arms and placed my mouth over one of her nipples. I instinctively began to nurse on it and I could see that she enjoyed it as well for she began to breathe a little faster. I lay in her arms and nursed her breast for what seemed like forever I wasn't getting any liquid from her but being held in her arms and nursing just felt sooo good. After awhile she shifted me to her other breast. I think I must have fallen asleep shortly after that for the next thing that I remember was waking up in the morning with the sun shining in through my window.
After that night, whenever Kathy puts me down for my morning or afternoon nap she'll let me nurse on her breasts to quiet me down and help me to fall asleep more quickly. She's also begun to call me her "baby" and to refer to herself as "Mommy." When I'm with Mom instead of Kathy, of course I can't nurse and that makes me a lot more irritable. Mom solved that problem by getting me a pacifier.
I guess taking care of me the diapering, feeding, bathing and everything was taking up so much of Mom's time that she wasn't getting a chance to do some of the other things that she needed to do around the house. So Mom cut a deal with Kathy that has Kathy coming to the house after school every day for about four hours to give Mom some time off. So Kathy will show up about three in the afternoon and stay till seven or eight at night. By that time, Kathy will have fed me my supper, bathed me and gotten me ready for bed. I'll be in my bed with a bottle before she leaves, and if I've been a good boy that afternoon she'll read me a story and play with me a little. Well, I don't mean "play" like we're playing a game or anything but she'll loosen the tabs on my diaper a little and put her hand down inside between my legs and fondle me for a while as I pee on her hand that feels sooo good!
Kathy was giving me my bath last night and she took off her shirt and I could see her breasts. As she leaned over me in the tub they brushed my back and shoulders and I liked that. "Baby likes Mommy's tits, doesn't he", she said, "I can tell." Yeah, I guess I was getting a little "big" down there. Kathy reached down into the warm soapy water with her right hand and began to gently rub me between my legs. As I got even bigger she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and began to stroke me more firmly. After several minutes I came and squirted my cum into her soapy hand. "Wasn't that nice", she said, "Now you can thank Mommy by sucking on her titties", as she leaned over me and held up her breasts in her hands so that I could lick and nurse on them.
Even though I was trying to steady myself by holding on to the furniture, I've taken several falls lately. I usually just end up sitting down hard but my diaper protects me pretty well against that kind of fall. But the falls did scare me and I'd usually cry and either Kathy or Mom would come over to me and I'd hold up my arms to be picked up and comforted. Eventually I got to the point where I didn't even want to try to walk so when I want to get around now I'll just crawl.
Before Kathy gave me my bath last night, she told me that she had a new game to play with me. She took off my diapers and laid me down on the bathroom floor. She then removed her jeans and panties and, squatting over me, began to release a stream of yellow liquid that splashed down on my body. Oh gosh, that felt so good to have Kathy peeing on me like that that I squirmed around till my face was under the stream and them opened my mouth to catch as much of the yellow liquid as possible. I thought that youd like that, Kathy said as she continued to empty her bladder on my face.
I'm really getting to like Kathy better than Mom now. Kathy lets me nurse on her breasts and she plays with me more cooing and tickling me and doing things between my legs, and peeing on me. I'm so glad that Mom has Kathy come to the house every day and take care of me
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