Anita favored the doctor with a feline smile and said, “I’ve been ready for over two weeks. I was just waiting for my promotion to give it to him. Somehow it seemed like the most appropriate way to celebrate our new relationship. I’m sure little Bri-Bri will enjoy his surprise immensely. Thank you for giving me the idea and helping me get the medications.” “It was nothing,” the doctor grinned, “It was the least I could do to see that my favorite mother and her darling baby are happy together. It will cement the bond between you and complete his emotional dependence on you. I think that the both of you will find it enjoyable. Of course, it’s not the same as sex, but it has it’s own pleasures…”

Anita looked down at the simpering infant in her arms and smiled maternally at his predicament. She dipped into her pocket and produced a pacifier to pop in his mouth. The adult speech of the women surrounding him lost all meaning as Howard’s lips wrapped themselves around the pacifier and his cheeks began pulling at the nipple with suckling motions. Howard’s anger flowed out of him with every movement of his lips. In a few moments, the pacifier had evaporated his rage. The soft cloth-like paper liner of the disposable diaper felt soooo comfortable. Howard snuggled against Anita, feeling warm and cozy against the warmth of her breast. He laid his head against her shoulder and closed his eyes. There was no sense in fighting it. Within minutes Anita’s baby was fast asleep in his mother’s arms. He was still sucking on the nipple unconsciously as Anita finished her discussion with the two women and took him back to the nursery. She nodded at the attendants and walked into the room marked with the colored cutout of a baby bottle with little Bri-Bri in her arms. She sat down in the rocking chair that the Daycare provided and made Bri-Bri comfortable in her arms before she removed the pacifier from his still suckling lips. Howard whimpered weakly at the loss of his soother and watched with huge eyes as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Anita reached inside her blouse and unfastened the special bra she had bought three weeks before when she had started the hormonal treatments in anticipation of this day. She cradled her enlarged breast in her hand and removed it from the confining fabric to present to her infant son. Howard squirmed in horror as her engorged aureola neared his face. Anita took her nipple and gently brushed it against his cheek in a millennia-old maneuver to entice a baby to nurse. His mouth opened involuntarily as his submerged rooting reflex surfaced and turned his head to meet the nurturing source. “She can’t! Oh God no! Please no! Mmggg….mggmm..mmm,” he thought as his tiny lips surrounded her nipple and drew the teat deep into his mouth.

Howard gulped in fear and revulsion as her nipple become fully erect in his mouth. The sensation that the nipple produced in him was entirely unlike anything he had experienced as an adult. Where was the carnal desire for her womanhood that he had felt the last time they made love? Instead of feeling a manful lust for the pleasures of her body, he felt a craving for her teat that had nothing to do with sex. “Please Anita! Please don’t do this to me!”, he thought in abject terror of losing his last link with adulthood. His tongue rose in his mouth as he swallowed and pressed her pap against his hard palate. All at once his mouth was filled with a warm, thin fluid that trickled down his throat. He swallowed again to clear his mouth and felt it fill with her ambrosial milk again. Within seconds, his infantilized reflexes took over and he began to root and suckle.

Howard suddenly realized where the infant formula had come from that she had been feeding him. The taste was exactly the same. He had been nursing her milk from baby bottles for two weeks without realizing he was drinking human milk. He shuddered slightly at the thought and peed a little in his diaper even as his cheeks greedily pulled her pap deeper into his mouth so his tongue could massage another delicious jet of warm milk from her nipple.

Thrills of pleasure ran up from Anita’s crotch as her baby suckled himself on her turgid breasts. Tiny rivulets of milk ran from the corners of Bri-Bri’s rosebud mouth as he gorged himself on her rich, sweet bounty. Memories of his early youth flashed so quickly through Bri-Bri’s consciousness that he hardly noticed that his mind had passed beyond the age of ten months. The warm and fuzzy feeling he had felt at Anita’s Sunday coffee klatch had returned with a vengeance, sweeping away his ability to reason before he could mount a defence. The light in his eyes faded and a blank look of innocence came over his face as the last vestiges of his intelligence were drowned in his mommy’s gift to him. Anita stroked his hair affectionately as she watched him fill his little tummy and smiled in maternal triumph. The doctor told her that she could easily nurse him three to four times daily and she meant to seize every opportunity to nourish her child with her body. She had no intention of letting little Bri-Bri be a bottle-fed baby, she wanted him to be her sweet little titty baby for ever and ever. Anita had a sudden image of Howard as an insect that had been caught in infantile perfection and fixed in time before being pinned forever to her breast like a scientific exhibit on display. He had been the consummate specimen of American manhood; smelly, overgrown, irresponsible children with the colossal self-conceit to think that women drooled for the chance to wash their stained underwear and pickup after their messes like mothers trailing behind escaped toddlers running gaily amok through a just cleaned house. Now he was only a helpless infant; a charming bundle of needs who she’d pamper and cuddle throughout each day. His immaturity had been transformed from an irritating character defect into an ingratiating allure that bound him to her with chains of maternal love. She wouldn’t abandon him; she’d keep him safe and warm forever. Three or four times a day she’d bundle his tiny infant body in fleecy baby blankets while she cradled him in her arms. Then she’d open her blouse to reveal a woman’s greatest gift to her beloved child. While he suckled at her teats, his loins would be wrapped in soft, protective flannel diapers so the products of his incontinent behavior would be wicked away before they could cause harm.