DAY CARE pt 4

The morning slipped by.  The boy wet himself and i could tell a messy diaper was in teh offing before too much longer.  I put him in his high chair for lunch.  I let him feed himself rice ceral made with formula instead of milk.  He was very messy about it.  Halfway through his tummy gurgled.  "Need to mess little boy?"  He nodded.  "Then do it right now in your diaper while i watch and feel and ill change you right after lunch.  He lifted himself and i put my hand on his bottom.  I felt a large mushy load fill his pants as he grunted and pushed.

"Good boy!"  I pushed him back into his chair.  "Finish your lunch and ill change your diaper."  He gobbled down the bland ceral and Looked at me expectantly.  "Alright alright.  Come on."  I cahnged him on his bed, and before putting his diaper back on rubbed plenty of lotion on his man parts.  There was no reaction and i smiled.  

"Your milking seems to have done the trick.  Maybe we'll make that a regular morning occourance."  He shook his head.  "anyway its naptime, and you knwo what that means."  i pulled out two dulcolax and quickly slipped them into his bottom.  He whined as i taped up his diaper.  "Too bad littel boy."  I put him in his crib and handed him a formula bottle.  "take your nap."

The cum was thawed out by this time and i poured teh thick gloopy mass into a small bottle.  He wasnt going to like his after nap snack.

He woke up to a nipple entering his mouth.  "suck.  When its empty you get changed."  The rash was burning on his bottom and he took a big suck.  Hi eyes opene wide and he gagged.  "Yep, i saw you liked so i got you some more.  Now drink it.  ALL."  He grimaced and sucked.  He wanted his diaper cahnged NOW.  Even if he had to drink a bottle full of cum ot get changed.  Ten minutes later he was done.  I squeezed the last of it into his mouth in a large spurt and then took the bottle away.  'All done.  Lets get you changed."

I cahnged him and put a thick layer of desitin on him.  Then he watched cartoon while i cleaned up.  Then the phone rang.  It was his mommy.  She told him that she was running behind.  She would not be home until wed or thursday at the earliest.  He teared up and i took teh phone away from him.  He had four more days here for me to play with him. 

He was not happy.  "Just think little boy, you get to be here most of the week.  think of all teh fun we'll have.  Milkings, enemas, suppositories, lots and lots of feedings.  Maybe if you behave ill even let you have a number 3 in your diaper."  His eyes widened at that.  "Oh yes do you want to be allowed to do a number 3?"  He nodded vigerously.  "Well its going to cost you.  Are you willing to do anything i want if you get to do a number 3?"  not thinking he nodded.  "OK.  Well, you'll get to do your number three tonite in your crib."  He Smiled behind his paci.  

I smiled too.  His number 3 was going to be totally not what he was expecting.   

He spent the afternoon playing and wtching cartoons.  He wet several times and about 4PM grunted and filled his diaper with a large squishy load.  the bulk fiber and laxatives were working well.  Part 1 of my plan was in place.  He whined that he needed chnaged.  "Its too close to supper.  Afterwards."  He whined some more and i gave him a bottle of formula to drink.  Supper was pureed veggies and meat in his feeder bag.  His diaper was still messy.  Dessert was more prunes and bulk fiber.  He had gotten used to them by now and sucked through his feeder gag without question.  I rubbed the front of his dia[er and was rewarded with his parts coming to life.  

"Ready for our number 3 are we?"  He nodded vigerously.  I rubbed harder.  "Remember your promise, ANYTHING i want right?"  he nodded again, grunting into his feeder gag as i rubbed him.  The bag went empty and i stopped rubbing.  He whined and struggled in his high chair.  "Bedtime is in an hour." i had work to do.

I got out hte castor oil and rigged up my nipple feeder.  It was a regular bottle with a hose tpye nipple that could be hung up and gravity fed like a feeder bag, but much slower, just alittle at a time.  i filled teh 8oz bottle with castor oil and set it in the bottle warmer.  I heard him grunting as a fresh load filled his diaper.  All the better.  I went into the living room.  "Bedtime!"  i annouced.  The little boy grinned broadly.  He was ready for his number 3.  "Diaper change first."  I hualed him in on teh bed and put a changing pad under him.  "I think we'll use the strap this time."  I quickly pulled the changing strap across his chest and buckled him in.  I rubbed the front of his messy diaper.  He thrust his hips against my hand.  "Ready for your number 3?"  He nodded and smiled broadly.  I untaped his diaper and he lifted his hips.  "Keep them up so i can get a diaper under you."  He kept his hips up and i quickly reversed his dirty diaper and slid it back under him so his gooey mess would be in front.  "Do you want some lube in your diaper?"  he nodded and i squirted some baby lotion into the mess.  I positioned the diaper and said "OK down."  HE laid down and felt the wet front of his diaper and before he could react i pulled the messy back up over his man parts!  He wriggled under teh strap.  "Well you wanted a number 3 in your diaper didnt you?  This is how littel boys do number 3s in my house.  I guess youll need a bottle too.  Come on and get in your crib."

I buttoned up his onsie and he gingerly moved off teh bed.  The mass shifted around him and i reached down to rub his front.  He man parts stirred in the mess and grew large.  "Oh yes youre ready for a number 3 arent you?"  I chided him.  I placed him in his crib and strapped in his feet, but left his hands loose.  I put his hands in slippery mittens so he couldnt grasp anything, but with effort could rub his diaper.  I hung the bottle on the crib rail and said "open."  He looked at the contents and shook his head.  "you said youd do anything.  Do we need to add a couple dulcolax to the mix?"  He opened his mouth immediatly.  I slipped in the feeder nipple and strapped it in place.  i tipped up the bottle and pushed him onto his back.  The castor oil slowly oozed down the hose and filled his nipple.  I rubbed the front of his diaper and he moaned.  "Take a big suck little boy."  He obiedently pulled at his nipple and the foul tasting oil filled his mouth.  His eyes opened wide and he gagged.  I rubbed harder.  I pulled his hands up and let him rub himself.  "Go ahead and finsih yourself off little boy.  Ill be in when your bottle is empty."

The crib rocked and squeaked for half an hour and then i heard a muffled grunt and squeal.  He was finished.  I went in to check and a third of the castor oil was still left.  "Finish your bottle and ill refill it with formula for teh night."  He was in for arough night of cramping and diaper filling with that much castor oil.  I changed his diaper and  went to bed with a smile on my face.

I checked him several times throughout the night, and found him wet but not messy.  He was very good at holding it, it seemed.  He was dimly awake but not toally so.  Morning rolled around and he grinned.  "Not messy!"  he crowed around his paci.  I could hear his tummy grumbling, both from its massive load of castor oil and hunger.  "well then come eat breakfast."  I had made a puree of bran muffin and rice ceral thinned with soy formula for him today.  He crawled into his chair still proud of not filling his diapers overnight.  Breakfast would make short work of that.  As soon as his tummy filled, so would his diapers.  I strapped in teh gag and opened the valve.  The mix poured into his feeder nipple and he swallowed it in gulps.  Soon his stomach bulged and i could hear further rumbling.  He had a pained expression on his face.  "Keep that diaper clean for another hour little boy and maybe ill let you use the big boy potty."  He brigthened but then another rumble from his tummy changed his expression.  

I took him out of his high chair and put him a pac-n-play in the living room.  "Dont get out."  i left spongebob on and went to the kitchen to clean up.  Fifteen minutes later found him rubbing his tummy and grimacing.  "Just 45 more minutes and you can use the potty."  i teased him.  Fifteen more minutes passed.  He crawled around the floor, trying to relive teh cramps that wracked his bowels.  I grinned evily.  Had he just filled his diaper, he wouldnt be in pain at all.  By trying to hold in in he suffered even longer.  twenty more minutes passed.  He was watching the clock intently, and didnt see me coming up behind him.  I rolled him over and tickled him unmericfully.  He lasted a couple minutes and then a muffled fart came as he filled his diapers with a thick oily mass.  He looked daggers at me and i tickled him some more.  when i stopped he was still pushing out a stream of poo.  the seat of his diapers was bulgy and i smooshed it up agaisnt him.

"Too bad you didnt make it.  Big boys who use the potty get big boy rewards." He learned forward and sent another mass into his diaper.  A stream of pee soaked the front and made his onsie sag.  He blushed deep red.  

"Time for lunch."  I lifted him into his high chair and most of the mass in his bottom squished into the front of his diaper.  i rubbed him and felt a stirring.  "perhaps time for another milking after lunch then."  He shook his head hard.  "We'll see how well you eat your lunch then."  I hooked up his feeder gag and poured in a mix of veggie baby food.  He gagged as it filled his nipple.  "Im beginning to think you need that milking."  He shook his head, sucked, gagged and swallowed.  "Milking it is then."