DISCLAIMERS:
I, DeliciousKrabKakes of Fanfiction (dot net), do not own or have any affiliation with the creators of Danny Phantom. All rights respectfully go to Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon. I do not gain any sort of profit from the writing of this fiction, I simply write for fun.
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Just as a warning; towards the end, there's a pretty graphic description of Danny messing his pants. Don't review or PM me saying 'ew' or 'gross', please. I get it. You don't like it? Click out of the story because I'm sick of the complaints.
Enjoy~
Endless Summers
Chapter Two: Life As We Knew It
A sharp throbbing in Danny's ear roused the infant from his sleep.
"Yeah, I think so. It's been a cycle lately, him not sleeping. He was up last night a lot. I managed to keep him asleep after two this morning but I still think he should be looked at." It was the hushed tone of Tucker, who was apparently still trying to keep him asleep. A new voice entered the conversation that Danny would recognize anywhere.
"Mmhmm. I made the appointment this morning; he's got an opening in about an hour and we can just take him in. We should start getting ready now, if we want to make it." Danny felt a soft hand caressing his hair and delicate fingers brush his head. "I hope something can be done to get him sleeping right again. I get that babies wake up during the night but the poor thing can't even nap during the day." Sam expressed her pity as she pushed aside a lock of curly raven hair. Tucker made a noise in agreement.
"Not to mention that he screams bloody murder sometimes when he wakes up." Danny slowly peeled his eyes open and lifted his head up to look up at the concerned adult faces of Sam and Tucker. His ear throbbed painfully again, which made him begin to whimper as he threw his face into Tucker's shoulder. When he began crying, a hand started to pat his back while comforting words were whispered in his ear. Suddenly, he felt Tucker move and he found himself in Sam's arms.
She had changed with age, too. Her hair was grown out to her shoulders and was slightly wavy toward the bottom. It looked damp, as though she had just gotten out of the shower, but was brushed through and held back by a few barrettes. Her hips were wider and her breasts were a good deal larger. Her waist was slim and her form was toned. She wore black skinny jeans, a loose black tank-top, and a pair of black heeled dress boots. At least her affinity for the darker side of life hadn't changed. She smiled at him and kissed his forehead. Though happy to see her, Danny still continued to cry due to the pain in his left ear. Shifting him so that his head could rest on her shoulder, Sam looked back at Tucker.
"I'm gonna go get him ready to leave. Do you need to shower?" Tucker nodded and stood up, giving Danny the pacifier that was on the end table and taking care of the living room. Sam took the boy upstairs to the nursery while he nursed on the binkie. She laid him on the changing table and undressed him down to his wet diaper. The baby looked down in semi-shock. He didn't even know that he was wet! With the pacifier still lodged firmly in his mouth, Danny took alternating breaks between sucking on it and crying. Sam made quick work of the change and grabbed some clothes from a nearby wardrobe. She dressed him in a blue onesie and a little pair of jean shorts. With that done, she put a soft cloth over her shoulder and sat with Danny in a rocking chair near the whimpering infant was adjusted to rest in Sam's right arm, while her left arm set to pulling down her shirt and undoing a nursing bra.
When the pacifier was removed and the boy was adjusted again, Danny started to panic. He didn't want this! This couldn't happen! He would never be able to look Sam in the eye again! He set to fussing and squirming.
"Hey, calm down. It's okay, honey. What's wrong? Are you sick?" Her bra was still closed, thankfully, but her shirt was all but off of her. The boy still cried, arching his back and rubbing at his eyes. His ear still hurt badly, not to mention that his once-best friend was attempting to… to breastfeed him. Was that what he had been drinking last night? Breast milk? The thought made him flush with embarrassment. Sam brushed his hair back and frowned in concern. Bringing her thumb to his cheek, the woman brushed away the tears on his face.
"Please tell me you haven't lost your appetite, honey…" She murmured softly while giving him gentle kisses on his face. Danny flushed and tried to suppress the joy welling up inside of him. Sam had just given him a multitude of kisses! Despite it being maternal and not romantic at all, the thick disposable diaper firmly taped to his rear reminding him constantly of his situation, the infant couldn't help the butterflies that flapped about in his empty tummy.
At seeing him become a good deal more calm, Sam finished undoing her bra. Now that her chest was completely exposed, it seemed there was no way out of the uncomfortable situation. Sam smiled comfortingly at him and brought his face closer to her exposed chest. When her nipple brushed against his cheek, the boy instinctively latched on and suckled from her. The milk tasted only slightly different from the bottle that he had last night. It was subtle enough that he knew that last night wasn't formula but the change was enough that Danny could taste it. His ear still ached but he was able to ignore it due to the milk he was drinking. After a while, he was pulled away from the nipple with a light 'pop' noise. While the act of breastfeeding was demeaning and humiliating, the suckling and the warm milk was comforting and was an overall good feeling. When it stopped, he whined and fidgeted, to Sam's amusement.
"I have to burp you, silly boy!" As she said, she put him on the cloth over her shoulder and began patting and rubbing his back, as Tucker had done the night before. Soon enough, he burped loudly. With the burp came a foul taste in his mouth and he spit up some milk onto the cloth. Having expected this, Sam used the soiled cloth to wipe off his mouth. The ritual continued until Danny found himself full and content, though his ear was still in pain.
His cheeks were still flushed redder than a tomato and he felt shamed. Chances are, Danny thought to himself, he'd be crying again if it weren't for the pacifier that was stuck back in his mouth after he was pulled away from Sam's chest. He was quiescent while Sam slipped a pair of socks and some sneakers on his feet. After he was ready and a diaper bag was packed, Sam noticed the flush in his cheeks. Though Danny was under the impression that the redness was due to humiliation, Sam brought her lips to his forehead to feel for warmth. After lingering for a minute, she gave a little noise of pity.
"Poor baby. You feel warm. Let's find Daddy and get you to the doctor." Setting the feverish child against her shoulder, Sam walked into the bedroom next to the nursery. Tucker was in the process of pulling on a pair of brown loafers, looking ready to go. Sam knocked on the frame of the door, making the dark man look up.
"You about ready, hun?" He tightened his laces and stood.
"Yep. I'll get the diaper bag for ya." With that done, the trio made their way to the awaiting vehicle; a little black Volvo. Sam opened the door in the back, revealing a rear-facing car seat. Danny cringed at the sight of the thing but was aware of his lack of decision in the matter. Sam made quick work of buckling him into the contraption, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and nuzzling his nose with hers before closing the car door. Internally sighing, Danny looked out the tinted window, getting a limited view of the thick woods that surrounded the little house that was his new home. Doors slamming brought the infant out of his reverie. He laid his head back against the cushioned rest and continued gazing out the window. His ear gave a sharp throb to remind him that the pain was still there. His fourteen year old mind and body had dealt with worse but the infant body he possessed was sensitized and frustrated. Since the touchy emotions of an infant were difficult to wrestle with, there was little Danny could really do to stop the tears and the loud cry that left him because of the pain. The loud sobs were pathetic-sounding and were also accompanied with a runny nose. Immediately a hand reached back from the front of the car and stoked his head while cooing at him. He was able to recognize it as Sam, as Tucker was focused more on driving.
The infant, wanting more comfort, grabbed at a finger that was stroking his hair and proceeded to hold it while he cried. Though she tried to calm the boy down, Sam realized quickly that he wasn't going to without some more help.
"Pull over for a sec, I'm gonna sit with him in the back seat." She told her husband as he nodded and did so, allowing Sam to clamber into the back and smile at her son.
Danny continued to bawl until Sam hushed him gently and stuck the pacifier back in his mouth, offering her finger for him to hold. Sniffling sadly but much more calm due to Sam's efforts, the infant snatched her finger into his little hand and held onto it with a vice grip. The woman smiled at him and kissed the back of his pudgy hand.
"Is that better, honey? Do you feel better now?" She cooed pleasantly at him while using her free hand to play with the infant's hair. Danny hiccuped behind his pacifier and leaned back in his seat while looking at the young woman above him. She was beautiful, very lovely, but… He didn't feel attracted to her in a romantic way anymore. Love was still there but it had changed very much into the love that a child would feel for their mother. He didn't want this! He wanted things to go back to the way they had been before! He whined and whimpered as he prepared himself to cry again, Sam getting a saddened look of pity for the infant while she tried to calm him down by murmuring comforting words into his ear. Luckily, Danny managed to calm himself down just enough to not cry as Tucked pulled the vehicle into a parking space. Sam sighed in relief and got out of the car, quickly running to the other side in order to let the whimpering infant out of his seat. Sam held the child close and kissed his head to comfort him, rubbing circles into his back as they approached the large building.
Cuddling closely to Sam, the boy closed his eyes and sucked at his pacifier, playing with her hair silently. The woman responded by kissing his forehead and taking a seat in the pediatrician's waiting room while Tucker signed them in. Quickly returning to his wife's side, the man smiled at his son and proceeded to wrap a strong arm around Sam's shoulders while they waited. It was only a five minute process until a nurse stepped out and called Danny's name, prompting the boy to open his eyes and check his surroundings as Sam and Tucker stood. The pair followed the female nurse into a room around the corner with designs painted all over the walls. The scales and tools were obviously made for babies and toddlers, a category which Danny now fit into.
Danny remained relatively placated while they checked his height, weight, and blood pressure. However, the nurse pulled out a thermometer and he expected his pacifier to be removed to fit it in. His eyes got wide and disbelieving when he was laid on his back to have his pants taken off. The boy whimpered quietly, not understanding what was happening. Sam reassured him and continued disrobing him, unsnapping the buttons on his onesie to be able to push it up past his stomach. Then she laid him on his stomach and pulled his diaper down past his bottom, causing the boy to start fussing. Sam effortlessly pinned his legs and held him down as a pair of cold hands rested against his bottom to slide in the thermometer. Danny only stayed rigid in shock for a few moments before screeching and fussing wildly. The thermometer stayed firmly lodged before a beep was heard and the thing was removed. Sam made quick work of pulling his diaper back up and buttoning the child up into his onesie again. She then hugged the boy close and stuck the pacifier back in his mouth, as the little thing had fallen out when he'd begun to scream and cry. As the boy seemed too distressed, Sam decided to forego trying to put his shorts back on him and instead just gave them to Tucker to shove in the diaper bag.
Danny's cheeks got redder in embarrassment from having nothing to cover his chubby legs and the diaper that poked out through the legs of the onesie. The nurse mentioned a small fever and then proceeded to take a quick peek in his ears to deem that the child had a pretty bad ear infection.
While the infant was coddled and soothed by Sam and the damnable pacifier, Tucker was given instructions for some antibiotics to be mixed with his bottle to stop the pain and to rid him of the infection. While being held down, Danny was also given numbing drops in his ear.
With everything settled, the family was quick to leave the pediatricians office. Danny was a good deal calmer now, tired and worn out from bawling for an extended period of time. Sniveling pathetically, he was gingerly set in his carseat and kissed on the forehead by Sam.
"Try and take a nap, cutie. We'll be home before you know it." She smiled comfortingly and gave him a little peck on the cheek before getting into the front seat. With a small, crestfallen sigh, Danny settled himself down into his seat and looked out the window. The pain in his ear had subsided greatly thanks to the drops, so he felt ready enough to take a nap. Too bad his body had other plans.
The infant furrowed his brow at a strange feeling in his lower abdomen. His eyes then widened to saucer-size as he felt his muscles in his bottom start to contract and push out his bowels. He gasped slightly at hearing a noisy rumble and a wet fart against his diaper. It was too quiet for Sam and Tucker to hear, thankfully, but Danny was far too aware of what was happening. He whined and tried to stop himself, not ready to be humiliated so soon after his first mess in the diaper. Try as he may, warm and mushy poop all but exploded out of his rear with a good number of noises that added to his shame. He whimpered and whined as he continued to poop his diaper, the wet mess spreading from the back of his diaper all the way to the front of it and even leaking out a bit, from what he could tell. His eyes filled in tears as he felt himself empty his bowels loudly and messily. Finally, he finished soiling his diaper with a final, sickening 'thwop' as the warm mess settled. Not only was his bottom and lower back covered in the stinky goop, but it had slipped into his private parts as well.
Danny whimpered but sucked at his binkie fast enough to stop his cries. He was going to try and prolong a diaper change as long as he could, not ready at all to have his best friends-turned parents see the awful mess he'd made of himself. His smell hit him hard and he sniffled, closing his eyes as he let a few tears slip silently down his reddened cheeks. The infant then became aware that the car hadn't been started yet, the adults having been talking about where to pick up the prescription and whether or not to bring the baby home first. It was decided, after Danny had wallowed in his own filth for a minute or two, that they'd hit the pharmacy close to the supermarket and then head home. The car started and Danny almost felt himself start to sob at the vibrations that spread the large mess into new nooks and crannies of his diaper, undoubtedly coating his entire pelvic area.
While the silent tears streamed freely down his face, the humiliated and shamed Danny Phantom rode along to the pharmacy with a load in his diaper.
