Once the shopping was packed away Molly’s mom started chopping some vegetables whilst keeping an eye on her giggling daughter.
“My my someone is in a very good mood today. So smiley and happy.” Molly’s mom said with a large content smile on her face as she watched her daughter play.
Soon Molly’s mom had made herself a nice stew and she placed it in the oven turning it down low.
“Right sweetie. It’s time for sleepy bye byes for little babies.” Molly looked up at her mommy. She didn’t want to go to bed yet.
“No I don’t wanna sleep I wanna play” She whined but she just gurgled at her mommy, who simply chuckled as she lifted Molly from the bouncer and carried her through to her bedroom. Molly kicked her legs out feebly in mid air, holding onto her teddy bear as her mommy carried her.
They entered Molly’s room and she just stared at it in shock. She should have seen it coming really what with all the other pieces of equipment being her size. Her room, which had once been adorned with school books and her desk and her T.V and laptop was now a full sized baby nursery. Complete with cot, changing table, rocking chair and shelves stacked with age appropriate toys for a young baby. The room was pale shades of pink and yellow. It was far to girly girl for Molly’s liking. Molly wanted her old room back. The shock at seeing her room like this made her break out into a quiet sob. She had to remind herself that she could put it all back to the way it was tomorrow. She would fix this. She had enjoyed being a baby but she had had enough.
Her mom took Molly’s bear from her and placed it in the cot then carried Molly over to the large rocking chair noticing Molly’s pained expression.
“Awww is baby hungry. Mommy can fix that all up for you. Yes she can. It’s time for your feed anyway, then you can go to bed and mommy can have her dinner can’t she. Yes she can.”
Molly wondered where her bottle was as she was settled into her mom’s lap. Her mom was undoing her blouse and with horror Molly recognised a nursing bra underneath. Her mom was seriously NOT going to breastfeed her was she? She wouldn’t. Molly wouldn’t dare breastfeed from her mom. That would just be too weird. Her mom was humming a gentle lullaby, using her feet to gently rock the rocking chair she released one of her ample breasts from the bra and edged Molly closer to it.
Molly wanted to shake her head, she wanted to refuse but as a single drop of milk dripped from the nipple Molly found to her horror that she was latching on and sucking down the sweet liquid. She wanted to gag but as a young infant she wanted to milk more and so she found herself nursing as her mommy stroked the back or her hair tenderly. The pair of them rocked there for what seemed like an eternity. With her tummy soon filled Molly pulled herself away from her mothers teat and lay on her head on her boob dozing. Feeling strange for what she had just done, having to remind herself over and over that in the morning this would all be put right and no-one would ever remember this had ever happened. Hell she might even make this bit erase itself from her own memory, she’d never be able to look her mom in the eye again after this little incident so maybe it was for the best if she forgot about it too.
Her mom stood, patting Molly’s back gently as she walked back and forth across the nursery floor, being rewarded with a resounding burp from the teenager.
“Who’s my good little girl. Growing all big and strong for mommy.”
Molly found herself being lowered onto the changing table and her mom checked her diaper which surprisingly was still dry.