by Pepper North
Jack shook his head, “No. He’s going to see her in the next few days. He wanted to let her settle in at home.”
“You are going to need to talk to him about some bowel treatments. I hear very little bowel sounds from Penelope’s stomach. She will need some help in moving her bowels. I can tell that already she is eating better at your home. I do not think that she had access to good food previously. That can be slightly constipating. When combined with her recent surgery and her pain medication, she will need some support from you,” the doctor explained.
Jack pulled out his phone and made himself a note. They would have many questions for the doctor when he visited.
“Okay, Penelope. You just relax, and I’m going to take a look inside.” The doctor lifted the scope and deftly entered the camera into her patient’s urethra. Immediately, a TV screen behind Penelope illuminated, and the path of the scope was displayed. Dr. Palmer made interested hums and took pictures of several areas in Penelope’s bladder. The entire procedure took less than ten minutes, and the scope was withdrawn.
Dr. Palmer stood and took a minute to cover Penelope’s body with a warm blanket leaving her legs still splayed in the stirrups. She stepped to her patient’s side and laid a caring hand on her stomach. “I knew a guardian angel was taking care of you when you came back to see me today with your two new Daddies. When I saw you last, I predicted that one more treatment after that day’s dosage would be the last you needed to resolve the lesions on the walls of your bladder. Today, I expected to see that the cancer had begun to grow again. Against all odds, it seems as if your cancer froze itself in time. There has been no progression or growth in the cancer cells. You are a very lucky girl,” she said with a wide smile.
Jack and Dylan froze at her sides looking desperately at their Little girl. They hadn’t even allowed themselves to hope for good news. They had talked privately that the road ahead was going to be difficult, but they loved Penelope. They would do anything to help her be well again. Now to hear this unexpected good news, they almost didn’t know what to do.
One thin arm and a cast thrust into the air and began to wave wildly around. “Hooray!” shouted Penelope. She sat up and threw her arms around Dylan’s neck before wrapping her arms around Jack. The men were freed from their paralysis, and all three wrapped their arms around each other. Celebrating together, they each felt the bonds of their relationship grow.
Dr. Palmer enjoyed watching their celebration. After many kisses had been shared, she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry to interrupt the happy celebration but Penelope does need one more treatment and then she will need to come to see me every month at first to check her progress. No disappearing again! We’ll adjust that as her time being cancer-free lengthens.”
“We’ll make sure she gets here,” Dylan vowed as Jack nodded his support.
“Can you do the last treatment today?” Jack asked quickly.
“I could come back next week,” Penelope suggested quickly.
“No, Penelope. You’ll have the treatment, today.” The doctor looked at her firmly. “I’ll go mix up the infusion. You all continue the celebration. I’ll be right back.”
“I don’t like the treatments, Daddies,” Penelope whined.
“Why, sweetheart? What kind of treatment is it?” Jack softly asked as he held her in his arms.
“She puts chemicals into my bladder and blocks the exit, so I have to hold it inside for a long time. It burns, and I feel like I need to go to the bathroom really badly,” Penelope lamented.
Dylan looked at her with determined eyes. “Penelope, this is hopefully your last treatment. You lucked out once, and the cancer didn’t grow. I doubt that we would have the fortune to have that happen again just because it’s uncomfortable. Can you be a big girl for Jack and me? We need you to be strong, so your body can fight the cancer, and we can have many years together.”
She turned to Jack to see if he could be talked into postponing the treatment. His eyes gave his position away. He was sorry that she would be uncomfortable, but he also was resolute. She would have to finish the treatments today. She nodded sadly at him. Her Daddies knew what was best. Penelope stopped protesting. She melted onto the exam table, resigned to her fate.
Dr. Palmer entered carrying a filled bag of blue fluid with a long, attached tube. She had a smaller packaged item as well. She smiled at Penelope as she hung the bag of fluid on a medical stand and pulled it to the bottom of the table. She folded the blanket back to reveal Penelope’s body and draped it across her knees creating a barrier to Penelope’s vision. Dr. Palmer stepped away to pull on sterile gloves. Returning to the table, she again disinfected the area pulling apart the folds around her patient’s vagina and urethra.
Penelope shivered in response to the thorough cleaning with the cold disinfectant. She took a deep breath as she heard Dr. Palmer open the sterile catheter package. The smooth end of the catheter began to slide into her narrow passage. Immediately, Penelope felt like she was going to have an accident and pee on the doctor’s hands. The catheter blocked the urethra, preventing any urine from escaping. It continued to press inward until Penelope felt the doctor’s hands moving between her legs, and she felt the vague impression of the catheter expanding inside her bladder. The doctor tugged softly on the tubing to make sure everything was positioned correctly. Penelope could see the doctor connect the catheter tubing to the medicine. With the flick of her fingers, Dr. Palmer started the flow of blue medicine into her small patient. She hung a drape over the medical stand so that Penelope would not be able to watch the bag of medicine drain into her, but Penelope could feel the cold liquid filling her bladder. She squirmed in discomfort.
“I know this isn’t fun, Penelope,” commiserated Dr. Palmer. “I don’t have the opportunity to celebrate the last treatment due to recovery very often. In my mind, this is a great victory. We can’t be sure that your cancer won’t come back. You need to enjoy every day with your new Daddies. They need to be very vigilant with you and take care of your health. Dr. Richards will help them.”
After watching Penelope continue to move restlessly on the table, Dr. Palmer moved to the desk and picked up a filled syringe. Quickly, she injected a strong anti-anxiety medicine into Penelope’s bare buttock. She said softly, “Just relax, Penelope. I’ve given you a shot to help you tolerate your treatment. I think you need it this time.” She smiled as Penelope sighed in relief as the shot began to work and she relaxed onto the table, closing her eyes. The doctor stripped off her gloves and rubbed a warm hand up and down the inside of Penelope’s inner thigh to comfort her.
Turning to the men, Dr. Palmer gave them the instructions for the treatment. “My nurse will come to check on the infusion in about thirty minutes. It should have finished by then. She will clamp the catheter and disconnect the tubing. She will help you put a diaper on Penelope and then you can take her home. The medicine must stay inside Penelope for ninety minutes from the time that it is clamped. Under no circumstances should you release the medicine before that time – no matter how much Penelope wants you to do this. At the ninety-minute mark, you will release the catheter by turning this button.”
She waved Jack and Dylan over to look over Penelope’s thighs and pointed to the release. “The catheter will slide out in a burst of liquid. It is best at home to stand Penelope in the shower and release the valve. Allow her to void her bladder completely. It will take a little while for all the fluid to drain. You can support her shoulders but avoid being splashed with the medicine. It is toxic and will kill noncancerous cells as well. Wear gloves to clean her private area and any skin that has been splattered by the medicine with this liquid soap and lots of water. Dry her with a fresh towel and then put that towel in the laundry to be washed by itself with bleach or seal it in a plastic bag and discard it. She’ll need to continue to be diapered. Clean the shower with a generous spray or pour bleach over any area that came into contact with the medicine. Its blue color will help you clean compl
etely. You’ll see the splatters easily. This will prevent re-exposure to the medicine for Penelope and limit the possible contact with anyone else. Penelope will need to rest completely for the rest of the day. Bottles of formula or juice should be her only meals today. Call with any questions.” The doctor opened the desk and pulled out a sheet of written instructions and a large bottle of skin cleanser. She put both in a bag and handed it to Jack.
“I will see you in one month,” she said with a smile to the trio.
“Perhaps we will see you at one of the Little social events. I’d love to meet your Little or would that be your Daddy?” Jack suggested, probing a bit.
“Perhaps we will run into each other. My Daddy does love to chat with the other parents.” Dr. Palmer blushed as she confirmed his suspicion.
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Dylan and Jack pulled their chairs up to sit next to Penelope. They each held a hand as she napped lightly on the table. Her body continued to move restlessly at times as the medicine entered her body. When the nurse arrived in thirty minutes, there was just a little bit left in the bag. By the time she had gathered her supplies and a fresh diaper for Penelope, it was time to clamp the catheter trapping the medicine inside Penelope’s bladder. Dylan set the timer on his watch for ninety minutes.
Jack walked out to bring the car around as Dylan carefully lifted Penelope into his arms. He carried her carefully, walking with his soft gliding steps to try to avoid agitating the medicine inside her. Her groans increased as he laid her onto the backseat in the sedan. Jack quickly learned that his driving influenced her discomfort. When he took the first turn too quickly, Penelope moaned loudly. He slowed his speed to the annoyance of everyone behind him. A few honked horns were easily ignored.
Finally, they were home. Dylan carried her to the master bedroom and laid her carefully on the big bed. Glancing at his watch, they had 54 minutes left to go. The men wrapped their arms around each other. It was painful to see their Little girl in discomfort. Every moan or plea to go to the restroom was a direct hit on their emotions. Just when they thought they wouldn’t last any longer, Dylan’s watch chimed.
The rest of the day flew past. The Daddies rested with their Little cuddled between them. Neither one even considered going back to work. Their place was with Penelope. Each time she would rouse for a bottle, her eyes would dart around the room until she saw both Jack and Dylan. Then, she would relax once again. The Little needed her Daddies.
Chapter 24
After three days, Penelope had recovered fully. She felt better each day and was enjoying her Daddies’ attention. In the following days, everyone had settled into a pattern. Jack and Dylan both began a process of reducing their time required away from their home and Penelope. Jack was able to work remotely from his home office. Penelope enjoyed reading on his big, comfy couch or coloring at a small desk he set up for her. Dylan altered his schedule as well. He worked with clients at the gym through appointments and purchased additional equipment for their home gym to be able to complete most of his extreme workouts at home. He started Penelope on a gentle schedule of exercise both inside and outside of the big house. The light kiss of the sun on her previously pale skin tone was a sign of her steps toward a full recovery.
On the fourth day, Dr. Richards called to ask if he could stop by to check on Penelope after his surgical rounds. Of course, the Daddies asked him to stop by at any time. It was just before lunch when the doorbell rang. Jack led Penelope to the door to answer it. She still was hampered by the large cast protecting her arm but thanks to the dedicated care of her Daddies, Penelope almost looked like a different Little girl. Jack was eager to see if Dr. Richards noticed as much of a change in her as they did.
He opened the door and greeted his friend warmly. “Good morning, Matt! It’s good to see you. Thanks for coming to check in on our girl.” He shook Dr. Richards’ hand and invited him into the foyer. He was glad to see that the doctor had brought his medical bag. Jack thought that his Little girl was getting healthier every day, but he wanted to hear an expert’s opinion. Penelope had ducked shyly behind his body, shielding herself from the visitor’s view. He pulled her gently to his side saying, “No hiding, Penelope. Come out here so Dr. Richards can see you. You remember him. He’s the expert who fixed your arm. He’s also the kind man who called your Daddies to meet you. We owe him a world of gratitude for helping us find our Little girl.”
Penelope allowed herself to be urged to her Daddy’s side. She peeked up at the doctor and smiled at him, “Thank you, Dr. Richards. I would be lost without my Daddies.”
The doctor smiled broadly at Penelope. “I am glad to hear that they are taking good care of you, Penelope. You look like you feel better than you did the last time I saw you.” Penelope nodded silently at the doctor.
Jack looked at his friend puzzled. “I don’t know why she’s so quiet today. She usually talks a mile a minute.”
“She’s bonding with you and Dylan. Her relationship with anyone outside of your family is deemed secondary to the most important ties to her Daddies. I’m very glad to see everything is going well,” Dr. Richards explained.
The front door opened, and Dylan walked in carrying a stuffed duffle bag. He was covered with perspiration, and his clothes clung damply to his muscular body. He had exactly three seconds to drop his duffle and catch Penelope who called his name with glee and ran to jump into his arms. “Little girl, you do not want to be next to me right now. I smell like an old, discarded gym sock.”
Penelope pinched her nose and made a funny face. “P.U.! Daddy needs a shower bad,” she pronounced, giggling and hugging his neck. She placed a quick kiss on his cheek and reminded him, “You told me I could shower with you when you got home. Can we go now?” She’d totally forgotten about the doctor’s visit.
Dr. Richards laughed. “You two go shower. Just wrap Penelope in a warm towel or robe and let us know when she’s back in the nursery. I’d like to examine her arm and give her a quick check up while I’m here.”
Dylan nodded and turned Penelope, so his arm looped around her torso and he was carrying her under his arm like a stack of books. “Little girl, you are about to get so clean. You better prepare yourself.” He set off down the hall with Penelope’s giggles coming in jags as she was jostled.
“Daddy, Daddy, slow down,” she said laughing. Their voices faded as they moved down the hall.
Jack shook his head at their antics. “Penelope has certainly enlivened our lives. We owe you a debt of gratitude that I know we’ll never be able to repay.” He patted Dr. Richards on the shoulder. “Matt, let’s go sit down in my study. I have a feeling you’ve been on your feet all day,” Jack led his friend into the quiet room.
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Dylan dropped Penelope gently onto the big king-size bed. He reached back and pulled his tee shirt over his head. Watching her eyes widen, Dylan pushed his shorts and briefs down to his ankles and kicked off his shoes. He stood and allowed her to look at his chiseled body. Her eyes drifted over his face and his chest. He could immediately tell when her gaze had reached his pelvis and the fierce erection that he seemed to have any time he was around Penelope and Jack.
He smiled at her dazed expression. “Do you like looking at your Daddy’s penis, little girl?”
She nodded slowly with her eyes fixated on the jutting erection. His penis was long and thick. Penelope thought it was bigger around than her wrist. How would that ever fit inside me, she wondered. She quickly discovered that she had actually asked the question out loud.
“We’ll make sure that our Little girl is ready to play with our penises. Let Daddy worry about whether I’ll fit inside you.” Dylan dropped to his knees and pulled Penelope to the edge of the bed. He stripped off her leggings and diaper before pressing her knees apart to expose all her hidden treasures. Already, he could see the slick juices oozing from her small vagina. The sweet aroma of her arousal filled his senses as Dylan dipped his head and licked from her anus to the top of he
r cleft. Looking up her thin body, his green eyes trapped her striking, violet eyes, keeping her watching as he circled her sensitive clitoris. When she moaned in reaction, he wrapped his lips around her small clitoris and sucked gently but firmly. When he began to brush his tongue across his captured prize, Penelope’s head fell back to the cushioned surface, and her hips began to push closer to the intimate torture.
Dylan pressed a large finger into her tight vagina and rotated it gently to touch all the sensitive surfaces inside. When he felt her relax and begin to squeeze his finger in reaction to his caresses, Dylan slid another large finger into her soaked opening. Penelope gasped as he scissored his fingers inside of her, stretching her sensitive tissues. The air was filled with the smell of her arousal. Dylan began to rub his massive erection against the bedframe padded with the thick coverlet. His arousal grew with hers. Suddenly, his Little girl wailed as she climaxed. Her channel squeezed his fingers with her pleasure. Dylan slowed his caresses. His fingers froze deep inside her. He placed a final light kiss on her clitoris evoking another spasm of pleasure. He raised his head to smile as he watched Penelope breathing heavily in reaction to her pleasure.
Minutes later, Penelope looked at her Daddy and blushed to see him still between her widely stretched legs. She looked at the ceiling and then, smiled at him with her heart in her eyes. She inhaled deeply and observed. “Now you smell like two kinds of exercise.”
He kissed the inside of her thigh. “As much as I love the gym, I’d wear your scent anytime.” He helped her sit up and pulled the tee shirt from her torso. Dylan leaned down to kiss her small breasts before picking her up to walk to the shower.
“Wait! Can’t I taste you, too?” Penelope could feel his stiff penis thrusting upward between their bodies. She squirmed in his arms trying to rub against it.