I started spending most of my time in the playpen a state of quasi-rapture, sucking mindlessly while the hours passed. I gave up on the problem of how to change myself back into adult form, seeking solitary solace instead in suckling. The baby bottle became my addiction. I found myself longing for the sweet taste of the infant formula in my mouth. When Gina finally gave me my bottle, I would lay on my back with my legs in the air and suckle in an orgy of pleasant sensations. The feelings that nursing the bottle produced were incredible. I could taste the rich formula not only on my tongue but on the on the insides of my cheeks too. The aroma of milk permeated my nose as my tummy filled comfortably with the warm, satisfying liquid. My mind would disconnect as I was transported on waves of pleasure with every movement of my cheeks. Time stood still and I would lose myself in the eternal now, wordlessly enraptured by the infantile pleasure I had rediscovered. As my tummy bloated with milk, it would displace the urine in my bladder and the front of my diaper would grow warm as my pee began to flow.
The Day’s of his Lives Scene 68
