A clock ticks over to 9:00, and Audrey stands up abruptly. “It is time to get Jacob ready for bed,” she says, reaching down to help Jacob off the floor.
“What time is it, Audrey?” Jacob asks
“It’s bedtime, Jacob.” She responds and turns to Izzy, “Please return in the morning; Jacob is about to get fussy.”
“I am not,” Jacob retorts.
“You better do what she asks, Jacob,” Izzy says as she gets up off the soft carpet and hugs Jacob tightly. She leans into his ear and whispers. “I will see you tomorrow,” before kissing him tenderly.
“I will see you tomorrow, Izzy,” he whispers back, giving her a final squeeze before going with Audrey.
She turns and leaves without looking back, not wanting him to see the tears in her eyes.
Audrey lowers the side of the crib and helps him in before handing him the lion and a bottle of milk. The lights dim, and Audery can be heard cleaning up the toys from earlier. She soon finishes, and Jacob sits staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. He is bored and thirsty.
He suckles on the bottle. “This is humiliating,” he mutters around the nipple. Soon the bottle is empty, and Jacob, to his surprise, is falling asleep. He dozes off; the bottle hitting him in the face, he wakes with a start. Moving it away.
However, he is asleep again, but his bdder is full. He is dreaming about swimming in an ocean. A warm ocean. A warm ocean that is wide and vast; no one would notice if he peed. ‘You can let go; just go pee; no one will ever know,’ his brain whispers. He wakes just as his body starts to pee. He squeezes and stops the flow, but his bdder is crying. He sits up and looks around the room for a toilet anywhere.
He puts a leg over the top of the crib, but the caretaker appears, making him fall back in with momentary fear. She moved without a sound.
“Where do you think you're going, mister?” She says, looking in on him.
“I need to use the bathroom,” he cries out, his hands squeezing himself through the diaper.
“Don't be silly, Jacob; you're wearing your bathroom,” she responds in a soothing voice.
“I can't use a diaper. I am a grown man. I have sex, I drink, and I have political opinions.” He responds, getting angry.
“I told your mommy you were going to get fussy. I didn't expect it to take so long,” she responds as she puts the side of the crib down; unbuttoning the dress, a workhorse of a bra is revealed, white and designed for functionality rather than beauty.
He stops trying to escape and stares at her bra. “What are you doing?” he asks, feeling himself getting aroused. ‘Is she seducing me? I have to pee; I can't be seduced right now. Plus, I don't want to cheat on Izzy… wait Isn't Izzy doing that? No, she is doing her job. he gets lost in his own chain of thoughts.
“I think someone is being fussy. I bet you're missing your mommy. You're here alone in the nursery with me. And it's dark and te.” She unhooks the front of her bra, letting free two unnaturally perfect breasts.
“I bet you are all worked up about all the changes in your life. Thoughts running wild,” she lifts a breast and squeezes the nipple; a single drop of milk appears.
"Let me comfort you." She sits at the head of the crib and slides back until her legs leave the floor. Leaving lots of room on her p.
With strength her body should not have, she picks him up and holds him close. Jacob's eyes were glued to them as if he had never seen breasts before.
She moves her nipple towards his lips. He panics at the fear that he is cheating, rushing back to him regardless of what Izzy is doing; it feels wrong. The part of him that has been growing all day begs him to try it. And the soft nipple is so close to his mouth now. “It’s ok, Little Jacob, you can suckle; it’s ok,” she says.
He panics and tries to move away, but she pushes the breast to him, and as soon as it touches his lips, he suckles instinctually. It's hot and sweet like milk after eating all the cereal.
She sings softly to him. Rubbing his hair. He touches her skin, noticing she doesn't have a belly button. 'Who doesn't have a belly button?’ He asks himself, but he really doesn't care right now. He feels safe and warm.
‘I would break free and run away. This strange woman is breastfeeding me in the middle of the night,’ he thinks, ‘but she might never let me do this again if I do.’ He rexes in her arms and soon starts to doze. His diaper is growing warm under Audery's hand.
She pats his diaper front. "What a good boy," she whispers to him. She pys with his hair more, noting his heart rate is dropping; he is falling deeply asleep.
She looks down and smiles, "So cute."
She pulls her breast out of his mouth with a loud pop and hooks her bra. “Oh well, little Jacob,” she sighs and moves him back into position in the crib. She gets up and locks the side of the crib in pce.
He wakes up in the morning, a pacifier in his mouth, snuggled against the lion stuffed animal, his diaper cold and soaked. Audrey appears over the side of the crib. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she says, reaching in and caressing his cheek.
He thinks, ‘Oh my God, I cheated on my girlfriend.’ He looks around, still able to taste her milk on his lips.
“Did you sleep well, Jacob?” she asks, checking his diaper with a finger. “You are a soaked little one.”. She calcutes the diaper's capacity. “You should make it past breakfast.”
She helps him to his feet and moves him sleepily over to a high chair and locks him in, putting the strap between his legs and all. Oatmeal, bananas, and eggs and a kiddy spoon. He looks at the meal dismissively.
“I'm not hungry,” he responds, crossing his arms.
“It's amazing how quickly you have regressed into a baby, Jacob.” Feeling attacked again, he tries to escape the chair, but she motions for him to be calm and stay put. “Now stop being fussy, or I will spank you.”
He eventually does calm down. And she picks up the baby spoon, and she feeds him patiently. "My notes show at 3 pm your mommy will be here to pick you up," she vrooms oatmeal into his mouth. "I will miss you," she casually states. Then she makes chu chu noises as she moves a piece of banana into his mouth. "You have been a very good boy."
"How would you like to spend the rest of our time together?" She keeps feeding him too fast to respond, "Would you like to py pretend again?" spooning with oatmeal as a dive bomber. "We can do that after we get you into a clean new diaper," she nods her head at him while he chews.
She pats his squishy, soggy diaper. “What are you doing?” he demands.
“Checking to see if your diaper still has room or if it’s ready for a change,” she says with a smile.
She moves to prepare the changing table before returning and untching the high chair. She slips her hands around him and picks him up like carrying an infant.
“Hey, I can walk, you know.” He wiggles trying to get free, but despite his attempts, he is helpless.
She ys him down and unbuttons his onesie. The pin white diaper was soaked. She slides a clean one under his butt and untapes his diaper. “Someone really was about to leak.”
“Hey, that's not fair; you didn't let me use the toilet,” he grumbles but starts to get an erection from her touch.
She deftly flicks the base of his cock, making him fall limp in seconds. "Littles don't get erections," she says calmly, but she finishes cleaning, powdering, and diapering him. then expertly tapes the diaper shut.
She gives it a pat: “All changed.”
“6 more hours, 6 more hours,” he repeats in a hushed whisper like a mantra as he sees her bend over and come back up with a sailor suit.
“No, no way,” he says, trying to be firm with her, but she simply waits for him to calm down again.
“If you're a good boy, you get waffles,” she says, wiggling the outfit in front of him.
“Do I have a choice?” he asks.
She reaches down and grabs a princess dress complete with tights and a crown.
“Uh, I do like waffles, but why the silly costumes?” he asks.
“Because I think they are cute,” she says, helping him put on shoes. She helps him to his feet. "Ok, go py," she says as he waddles away. She takes a minute and takes care of the high chair and puts the diapering supplies in their exact right spots.
