The Return To Innocence

[BBoy]

I have 2 more chapters written and another partially written. I will try to have them editted and up very soon.

Chapter 13 was the last of the old chapters to be editted now its all new writting...

[fargoth]

I have 2 more chapters written and another partially written. I will try to have them editted and up very soon.

Chapter 13 was the last of the old chapters to be editted now its all new writting...

I thought there was one more, I don't want to go into details about it and spoil it for others.

[Eagle0769]

I have 2 more chapters written and another partially written. I will try to have them editted and up very soon.

Chapter 13 was the last of the old chapters to be editted now its all new writting...

BBoy, You have chapter 14 and 15 ready? Thats good. Because I can't wait to read them.

Baby Jay NY

[BBoy]

The Return to Innocence- Part 14, Rob’s Story

by BBoy

Rob woke up in the playpen again. The light shown through the curtains creating sunbeams as Rob played with his fingers and the cobwebs slowly dissipated from his sleepy mind. Benny was still sleeping and the cabin was quiet. Soon Rob realized he was wet however he was not uncomfortable and nor in immediate need of help. The air had the smell of a mess but it could have been his roommate. As he shifted around it didn’t seem like he had pooped in his diaper but he was not sure. He laid back and wondered what time it was, it was hard to tell without a clock, so his best guess was some time after sunrise of 6am.

Soon he realized his sleeper and the floor of the playpen were wet from a leaky diaper. Rob groaned at the fact he probably regressed during the night. His frustration over the pass week began to well up inside him. He had tried to be a good sport over the entire affair, Michelle had not been responsible however she had been supportive and tried to make the best of a bad situation. However it didn’t seem to matter to the little man right now as he balled up his tiny fists fighting back the tears. The more he fought his emotions to stay in control the angrier he became. He squirmed in his wet clothes, which only made him feel more uncomfortable. Sitting up he could feel his sleeper had been soaked all up his back. This didn’t feel like a small accident but the complete emptying of a full bladder. Finally his mind snapped, reverting to a more primal stage in life and he began to cry like the baby he had become.

It felt like an eternity until Michelle came into the room. She picked up Rob and quickly removed his sleeper and before he knew it a dry diaper was fastened into place. He was dressed in a new red sleeper and then placed in the crib with a nipple bottle. Rob picked up the bottle and began nursing while he watched Benny receive the same treatment. After placing Benny back in the crib beside him with a sippy cup. “I’m going to clean the playpen then I’ll let it dry so you two have fun sleeping together for an hour or two.” As turned and grabbed a ragged to mop up the mess. The entire time Rob kept sucking on his bottle as if it was all that matter in his life right now. Michelle tucked her two sons under their blankets and closed the door behind her.

Later in the morning Michelle waked Rob as she entered the room. She removed him from the playpen, checked his diaper and dressed his in a shirt. Finally she placed him on the floor and let him roam free while Ben was dressed for the day. Rob waddled towards the mirror and noticed his balance had decreased substantially over night. Halfway across the room he fell backwards on his bottom however it didn’t hurt dropping from this short height. Attempting to stand up had become much more difficult. Climbing to his knees, he stuck his diapered end into the air before leaning back and finally standing up. Rob swayed in place for a couple of seconds before continuing to the mirror.

Rob stood in amazement at how small he’d become. Now a very cute dimpled 12 month old child smiled back at him. His shirt had a small child kicking a soccer ball and his thick white diaper visibly protruded from below. He giggled at the sight. With a finger stuck in his mouth it did not faze him that a stream of drool ran down his hand. He had noticed a bit of continual drool yesterday and he figured it would get worse as his teeth disappeared. Rob happily wandered off into the living room to start a brand new day.

By mid-morning Rob had another accident while sitting in the on the living room rug. He was playing with blocks when the urge in his gut came and just as quickly released without any ability to contain it. This time he didn’t get upset instead he called for Michelle who took care of him quickly and efficiently. In fact the experience was sort of comforting, as he was content to sit and wait for assistance.

The rest of the day passed without incident. He played by himself mostly preferring to spend time on the couch reading a book or sometimes, when people weren’t looking he might try his hand at the blocks. Rob liked the blocks because they were made for someone his size, even books were awkward to lift and turn pages with his small pudgy hands.

Dinner and then bedtime seemed to come quickly, he noticed that his sense of time had dimished at some point. At one point he was playing with the blocks and didn’t realize an hour had passed until his diaper reminded him lunch had been digested. Tonight Ben and Rob went to bed at the same time and Rob didn’t make a fuss. When Michelle changed him this time she used a size 3 diaper which Ben hadn’t used since he was 11 or 12 months. Seeing this, all he could do was put his thumb in his mouth and hope his regression would end soon.

Sunday started like the past few, his diaper was wet along with the playpen floor. Michelle took care of her boy and afterwards he toddled over to the mirror to see a 10-month-old baby looking back at him. Rob unsteadily toddled into the living room to start yet another day of carefree fun.

After lunch Ben was placed in the playpen and given a sippy cup. Michelle picked up Rob and carried him to the couch, where he expected his bottle while cradled in her arms. This had been the routine over the past few days and it was one of Rob’s truly favourite times of the day. He was so close to his wife and she made him feel warm and safe, he had fallen asleep a few times while he nursed on his bottle.

Rob was already feeling groggy from the food he’d consumed and laid back expecting to nurse. “I’ve got a surprise for you honey, I have been taking Domperidone. My breasts are lactating again.” Michelle’s voice wafted across the air and Rob slowly opened his eyes. Her blouse was gone and her breasts lay open before him. He gazed up at his wife however his eyes slowly drifted toward her large bosom. They were inviting as he fixated on the large round nipples. She stroked his hair and soothed him with a slight rocking motion. All he could do was sit in his warm comfy sleeper and suck his thumb longing to touch.

Michelle slowly lifted him towards her breast, instinctively he reached out and touched the left with both hands. The little hands caused a rush through Michelle’s chest. She guided Rob’s head towards her nipple and while half in a trance Rob’s lips unconsciously warped around the tit and began to nurse. Michelle closed her eyes as another orgasm washed over her. Rob hungrily gorged on his mother’s breast. He never recognized he was breastfeeding instead his infantile reactions took over and he had a very narrow focus on life that would only focus on getting his fill of milk. Rob’s attention was momentarily disturbed by the warming sensation in his crotch however it was comforting, not disturbing, so he quickly returned his undivided attention to his mommy. Soon his eyes were getting droopy and while nursing he fell asleep.

The rest of the day went without incident. More and more he noticed Michelle was leaving him in the playpen with Ben. At first he resented being stuck in the same confining space however soon Rob didn’t care. Like most little babies they were only interested in themselves and don’t care about others around them. The same was true for Benny, as he had lost interest in playing with Rob especially when Rob become so much younger. Rob happily played by himself entertaining with his favourite blocks and periods of almost mediation where he’d suck his thumb and stare at the playpen’s wall.

Monday morning, Rob awoke a little happier. He was wet and most likely messy, however this time his playpen’s floor wasn’t wet. It looked like his diaper had not leaked overnight, Rob gave a sigh of relief as it looked like the regression had slowed or stopped. As he lay in his playpen, Rob thought back over the past twenty four hours. He had breastfed more than once and become engrossed in the action loving every minute. There was no regret or revulsion for his truly infantile act, instead he lay in ‘his crib’ sucking his thumb dreaming of his next chance to nurse.

After a short time Michelle came into the room and changed her sons. As she lifted him onto the table her face screwed up. “Oh Rob, you are truly stinky this morning! How can one little man make such a large smell?” Rob giggled at the comment. “I don’h smew dah bad Mommy!” He waived his arms around and beat his legs against the table playfully as Michelle started unbuttoning his sleeper. After getting cleaned up, Michelle put him back in the playpen and gave him a bottle. Rob looked at the baby bottle a little confused. He didn’t want the bottle, he had expected to be breastfed. Before Michelle could turn to leave Rob began to fuss and cry. Michelle picked up her youngest son and cuddled him in her arms. Rob reached for Michelle’s breast but Michelle swatted his hand, which caused him to cry. Michelle quieted him down and slipped the bottle into his mouth. After a few minutes Rob’s belly began to fill and he drifted off to sleep.

The morning routine had become predictable as he expected to get a morning bottle, nap before getting up for breakfast and then play time. The only major difference was in his physical abilities. Rob was a little discouraged to find walking was becoming increasingly difficult. The diapers seemed a little thicker spreading his legs apart however he didn’t figure that was the real reason. It was difficult to balance correctly and his walk seemed more awkward. He fell constantly as he tried to cross the room. Even standing took effort as he usually needed a couple of attempts to before he was successful. Rob would get to his knees, stick his diapered butt in the air, then using his hands push his torso up until he could stand but somehow he seemed to fall backwards most of the time needing a second or third attempt. Soon he got tired of struggling to walk and started to crawl on all fours.

Around 10am Rob noticed Michelle began to pack Benny’s diaper bag. Rob figured they were going somewhere however it he wasn’t concerned, he was far more interested in his blocks. Michelle collected up extra bottles of baby food and prepared baby bottles before placing it all in the bag. Soon Michelle picked up Ben and took him back to the nursery, a few minutes later Ben came out dressed in smart clothes and shoes ready to go out.

Next it was Rob’s turn, he was stripped of his clothes as she stuck two fingers down his diaper. Rob didn’t even flinch at his lack of privacy, he had been checked for dryness continually over the past few days and had become used to the action. In fact more than once Michelle had checked his diaper and found he’d soaked it yet he hadn’t realized the mistake. “Just a little damp honey, but I think you will be fine until we get to the neighbours.”

Rob’s eyes grew wide as he realized what was happening. “You can take me out like dis, I’m wearing diapahs!”

Michelle just giggled at the obvious comment. “No honey we are going out, I’ve been stuck here with you two rugrats. I need to socialize with adults for a change. We won’t be there for too long, just relax and enjoy the attention.”

Public attention was the last thing Rob needed right now. It was one thing having Michelle, his life partner, taking care of him and knowing about his condition. However it was a completely different having others around when he was diapered and toddling around in this infantile state. “Pwease honey, I’m an adulw. I can’t be seen like dis.” Rob pleaded with his wife, his baby blue eyes begged for understanding. Michelle finished dressing her little man and picked him up cuddling and bouncing the child in her arms to calm him down. Rob burrowed his face in between her arm and breast hoping he could hide from the world.

Michelle finally calmed the baby down and stood him on the floor. Rob got about three steps before falling on his bottom. Again instead of trying to stand, he just got on all fours and made his way to the mirror. Once at the mirror he grabbed on to the leg of a chair and pulled himself up to a standing position.

This time he saw the 10-moth-old child, this time wearing the baby blue romper with a yellow t-shirt that had pant legs, instead there was elastic openings with lace around the edge. The soft blue outfit with a yellow shirt, socks and shoes was obviously bought as a set since the bird pattern on the socks matched the romper. Because there were elastic leg openings and the curved features of the waist Rob’s diaper bulged significantly from underneath. He stared at the sight for a minute, he looked like the epitome of a cute baby. A high pitched giggle came out as he wiggled his butt. Quickly his attention span drifted and he proceeded to the living room. After about 10 steps of an awkward waddled, he ended up on all fours, crawling madly towards his destination.

Rob stopped in mid crawl when a knock came at the door and a 14 year-old came wandering into the house. “Mrs. Leahey! It’s Sarah Barton! I’ve come to give you a hand!” Michelle scooped up Rob and deposited him in Ben’s stroller. “Thanks Sarah, if you could push Robbie’s stroller and carry the diaper bag, I’ll take Benny and the playpen.” With everything packed Michelle took Ben by the hand and proceeded to the door. Rob tried to look up and see the teenager but the stroller’s roof blocked his view, the only person he could see was his brother…err, son Benny.

As they walked down the lane, Rob saw the cottages he’d jogged past a few days before. The mailboxes were gigantic like everything else they passed. Suddenly a woman’s voice came from behind. “Margaret! Is that your son Benny? I haven’t met your son yet.” It was their next-door neighbour, Rachel. He had said hello during his jog but never stopped to have a conversation and this was definitely NOT the time to start.

- to be continued.

[Three Rivers]

Great Work

[DL JAY]

Very good. I hope you have more for us.DLJAY

[fargoth]

Ah caught upto what you've posted on other sites in months past come on new chapters

[BBoy]

The Return to Innocence - Part 15, Rob’s Story

“Oh so this is Benny. How are you?” Rachel poured her attention on Ben however the 2 year-old was a little shy and hid behind his mother’s leg. “Oh dear I hope I didn’t scare him. But who is this in the stroller, I didn’t know you had a second son?” Michelle shook her head, “No this is Robbie, my nephew.” Rachel moved in front and kneeled to say hello. Rob’s eye grew big as saucers and panic started to overwhelm him. What if he was recognized! He might be 10 months but he still had many of the same facial features. “Oh now aren’t you a cute baby! You are obviously got your looks from your daddy’s side of the family, I can see the resemblance.”

Rob was living the nightmare and there was nothing he could do, he was completely out of control of the situation. Suddenly his diaper was getting warmer as his bladder instinctively began to empty. The entire situation had completely overwhelmed Rob and the infant began to cry. He was scared and wanted his mommy. He closed his eyes as the inner child flowed to the surface and gained control.

Rachel lifted the upset infant from the stroller and started bouncing him. This only made him more upset. At this point the only thing Rob could focus on was his mommy, it was the only thing that mattered. It was obvious to any mother what was happening and Rachel looked to Michelle for help.

The little baby cried with a large high pitched wail, Michelle reached out and took him into her arms. He continued to cry for another 2 minutes however his voice was muffled by her arm and breast where he buried his head. Now he was safe, it could have been a raging storm but he was safe here. Once Michelle calmed Rob down, he instinctively slipped a thumb into his mouth to calm his frayed nerves. Sandra grabbed the folded playpen and put Ben in the stroller, leaving Michelle to hold onto her youngest.

Time passed unnoticed. Rob finally realized the conversation with Rachel had ended and they were walking again. Rob poked his head out to see the quiet lane passing by. Rob looked over his other shoulder to see the back of Sandra’s head. From this angle, she seemed to be a slender brown haired girl wearing shorts and a turquoise shirt. The girl turned towards Rob noticing his curiosity. She smiled and waved her hand at the little guy and he giggled through his thumb still tucked in his mouth. Sandra looked far less threatening than Rachel. It was also much easier to meet new people from the security of your mother’s arms. Rob smiled at the girl’s babyish gestures to him, not realizing he was enjoying the attention Sandra paid to him.

“This is our cabin.” Sandra piped up and they turned into the driveway. The cabin was similar to Michelle and Rob’s except painted white. As Michelle walked in Sandra’s mother, Grace Barton, a friend for the past couple of summers at the lake greeted her “Grace would you mind if I quickly took Robbie to the bathroom for a change?” Michelle inquired of her friend.

“Oh heavens no! You can do it in the living room we are all women here. Besides there is more room here than in that tiny bathroom.” With that statement Michelle could hear a groan of impending embarrassment coming from Rob. Michelle lowered Rob to the flower, where he quickly grabbed the table leg to steady himself. She then opened the diaper bag, unfolded the changing pad on the table and then lifted him on to the pad where he laid quietly. She slipped a pacifier into his mouth as his privates were exposed to the world to see. He laid there looking up at the three women who were chatting away about how cute he looked. Rob barely noticed what Michelle was doing; his body was pushed around and his legs thrown in the air as the coldness of the wipe announced he would soon be clean. Michelle barely focused Rob as the process of diaper changing was almost an autonomic response after changing so many of Benjamin’s. Michelle continued her conversation with the other women instead of paying attention to Rob. Surprisingly Rob barely noticed as he scanned the room, light fixtures and fan mounted on the ceiling.

Finally his feet were lifted into the air again as the diaper was slid underneath, he did note that laying on the diaper was far nicer than the cold plastic of the table. He could feel Michelle massage the baby powder into his skin and the three women giggled as he uncontrollably had an erection. Rob also giggled, partially in response to the women but mainly because of the massage and subsequent erection made him feel so good. He squirmed wanting to get up and explore the cabin however Michelle had a firm grip while covering his bottom in powder. Soon he was wrapped in a new diaper, his clothes refastened and finally placed in the playpen with Benny. He would rather have been able to explore the cabin on his own but knew for now he would have to play the part of a baby until he was alone with the family.

Rob ended up having a wonderful day. He didn’t like Mrs. Barton too well and fused whenever she picked him up. However he was happy to be pampered by Sandra. Sandra played with Rob all morning, mostly teaching him how to walk. Rob wanted to tell her walking was a skill he could do, all be it with difficulty. Instead he enjoyed the attention the teenager lavished on him and let Sandra grab his two little hands and helped him along. When she let go of the infant, he would waddle for 8 or 10 steps before his weak muscles and deteriorated balance caused him to fall. Rob, like most babies learn quickly how to fall. If their balance starts to go it was better to fall backwards and on their butt to cushion the fall.

Michelle was happy to let Sandra take care of Rob, one less child to watch. Sandra also babysat on a regular basis and was fully capable of taking care of both children. Rob had also realized a teenager was in charge of him. The fact he was older than her made it seem comical however he didn’t want to cause a problem that would blow his disguise. They played together as Sandra stood over him, holding his hands, trying to help his tiny legs figure out the proper motor skills to walk.

Caught up with all the attention, Rob didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late. One minute they were playing and the next, Sandra turned and grabbed the diaper bag. She pulled out the changing pad, a new diaper and wipes. Rob wasn’t sure what was going on until he looked down at his diaper, which sagged noticeably. Sandra laid him on his back and proceeded to change him. Rob unconsciously went into an automatic mode and remained quiet not really realizing someone other than Michelle was changing him. Rob liked Sandra and had placed his trust in her throughout the morning. So it became no surprise he had become comfortable in letting this woman take care of him and expose his privates to her tender care.

As she snapped the last fasteners on his romper and stood him up it sunk in what had just happened. Another woman, not his wife, not even an adult had changed his diaper, wiped his private parts, applied a generous portion of cream, powdered his butt and made sure he was clean. All without any assistance from him. Rob wasn’t humiliated instead he figured if this was the worst thing to happen today life was pretty good. As Sandra put the items back in the diaper bag, he climbed onto all fours and scampered towards his blocks, if he wouldn’t be able to read a magazine then blocks seemed like a good substitute. Suddenly he was picked up off the ground by Sandra and dumped in the playpen while she walked into the kitchen. Rob stood at the side of the pen using the mesh to hold himself up. He cried momentarily as he looked at the blocks just beyond the mesh walls however he was distracted easily and re-focused his attention on Sandra as she turned the corner into the kitchen. He could hear the three women talking in the other room however he quickly lost interest in the conversation and start to fidget with Benjamin’s teddy bear.

Soon Michelle removed Benny from the pen, leaving Rob to watch the mother and son disappear into the next room. After what seemed like an eternity Ben was brought back and placed in the pen with his sippy cup. As Benny was lowered to the rubber floor Rob could see Benny’s diaper was drooping from a very recent accident, however he wondered if they were waiting for Benny to digest his formula before checking again. Rob was then removed, carried to the kitchen and strapped into the high chair. He squealed with joy as the three women fussed over him. He was happy to be fed, face wiped then another spoonful of puree deposited in his mouth. He had forgotten that these jobs were now well beyond his abilities. Holding a spoon while guiding it towards his mouth was nearly impossible and he made a complete mess of the meal. This was a facet of everyday life for a baby. After lunch he received a bottle and then down for his nap.

Rob dreamed he was walking in the warm waters of the Caribbean, holding hands with the love of his life. The sun beat down on them only warming the water more. It was idealic Rob was happy and without a care in the world. Slowly he woke up sitting in the stroller as he was being pushed down the lane. Michelle and Sarah were chatting above him as Rob slipped his thumb into his mouth and sat back while the cobwebs slowly lifted from his mind. He also realized the diaper was cooling off after a recent mistake. He reflected on the dream and hypothesized that it was may have been the dream which triggered his accident. It didn’t really matter, for now he was content to sit back, wait and watch as the world pass by. In fact he doubted Michelle would be in any rush to change him, his diaper could probably take another wetting before it needed to be changed.

Once they had returned to their cabin Sarah helped get both children into the house and then left after waving bye to Robbie. He let go the side of the playpen, squealed at Sarah’s attention then toppled to the floor. Quickly distracted Rob was content to work on his blocks for a while. As the day progressed, his routine returned to normal. By dinnertime Rob was excited to be feeding from his mother’s breast again and made sure to get his fill before drifting off to sleep in her arms.

Tuesday started with his regular routine which was comforting and left him without a care in the world, in fact Rob had lost track of time and wasn’t sure when it was anymore. Nor did he care, his life had turned into an easy routine. The security of knowing what would happen next, that no surprises or dangers truly faced him was comforting.

Michelle busied herself, cleaning and packing. The vacation had not gone well, since her lover had now become only loved, no longer a caregiver only to be cared for. Michelle had made the best of the situation and frankly was thrilled how it turned out. She had wanted another child and having Rob in this state would only make her more determined to have another child be it Rob or son-of-Rob. For now it was time to get back to town. Rob had finally stopped regressing and Michelle was ready to move two young children by herself. It was time to find out how to get her husband back to normal.

After putting her two children to bed for the evening, Michelle took advantage of the ‘quiet time’ to begin packing the van for the trip home. One youngster can be very time consuming but two kept her moving all day. Over the past few days Michelle had begun to watch over Robbie more and more. Her little husband had become very unstable on his feet and was falling over more and more often. More than once Michelle had rushed into the living room because Robbie was crying after falling unexpectedly. Michelle found it was safer to leave him in the playpen so she didn’t have to remain in the same room or at least she could feel at ease when he was out of sight.

When morning came Michelle started the routine all over again. Rob hadn’t leaked over night, which was again a good sign. Michelle got her two sons cleaned and ready for breakfast. While they were busy playing, Michelle got the last items packed in the van. Finally she came back, removed Ben from the playpen standing him on the floor and picked up Rob preferring to carry him. “Come on Benny, follow Mommy and Robbie.” Michelle said with a lilt in her voice. Rob looked down to see Ben, walking along beside his Mom. He knew that Benny was stronger and better able to keep up. His ability to walk for any distance was limited. More and more he was feeling like the younger of the two.

The ride home was long but uneventful. Michelle stopped for gas and to pick up a new pack of diapers for Rob, it was a generic brand which he didn’t recognise however it was probably all that the store had at the time. Half way home Michelle stopped to change Benjamin. Once finished changing Benny she stuck two fingers down Rob’s pants only to find him dry. He barely noticed or cared about her actions as it became more routine by the hour. “Hon, do you need to go to the bathroom?”

Rob had a quizzical look and concentrated about it for what seemed like 30 seconds but finally shook his head ‘no’. However after only 10 minutes on the road the inevitable happened as his gut began to rumble with no real ability to stop he released a load of warm poo, followed up by the emptying of his bladder. Michelle was not amused by the events but knew Rob probably had no control or prior knowledge when Michelle had checked him last . She still decided to wait, instead of stopping to change him and she rolled the window down as she kept driving. Rob shifted in his car seat trying to get more comfortable, after a moment he rested. “Michewwe, could you pwease puw ovew?” A small voice came from the backseat. Michelle smirked from the driver’s seat knowing that Rob could not see. “Not right now honey. You can wait a few minutes?” Rob knew he had no choice, even if he tried to escape without Michelle’s help he couldn’t even leave the car seat.

His mind drifted and Rob lost sense of time as he watched Michelle drive or played with the plastic blocks attached to his arm wrest. However after sometime Rob was brought back to the present as his crotch became clammy and the warm comfortable sensation he had been feeling was replaced. “Michelle I need you. I’m uncomfortabwe. Pwease?” Michelle looked into the rearview mirror to see him squirming in the seat. “Honey. What do you need?” Rob realized he was completely at his wife’s mercy. A tear formed in his eye as he held back his tiny emotions. “I need my diapuh changed pwease.”

Michelle just looked forward and inquired, “I need my diaper changed please, What?”

Rob started to loose control, “I…I…I need m...my diapuh change pwease, m…mommy.” He couldn’t hold it back any longer as he began to cry.

Michelle pulled over to the side of the road and went around to her son’s door. Removing Rob from his seat she picked him up and held him close, consoling and trying to calm down the upset child. After a few minutes, he calmed down and she placed him on the front passenger seat to change his smelly diaper. As Michelle proceed to change him he could hear the cars whizzing by and he wondered how many looked over to see his privates exposed for what seemed like a eternity. He wasn’t embarrassed by his nudity but wanted it to be over it was one thing to be changed in private or at least in a house. But to be stripped of your clothes and changed in front of the world on the side of the highway was not something he wanted to remember. For a second he wished he was a big kid around the age of 7. The idea was quickly discarded as he remembered he was 42. After a few minutes Rob, was placed back in his seat and a pacifier placed in his mouth with the other end tied to a ribbon attached to the front of his coveralls. Finally they continued on their way.

It took another three hours, which seem like an eternity to someone stuck in a baby seat. Michelle left both children in the car while she removed a few items including the playpen. Finally she lifted Benny out of the car standing him on the ground then carried Rob into the house. Michelle dumped both into the playpen while she brought bag after bag of clothes and other gear in from the car. Most of it was Ben and Rob’s stuff. It never stopped amazing him how much was needed to take care of Benny and now him also.

Finally, Michelle stopped to make a phone call. Rob tried to listen in however once again it was in another room and he was not invited to listen in. After the call, she came out to give her sons their dinner. Once Michelle finished feeding Rob, she cleaned him up and laid him on his back to provide support during his latest breastfeeding session. Rob gazed up at his mother’s tits with a single thought in his mind. His tiny instincts told him the only thing in his life was getting his fill of milk. As his head was slowly lifted up to her breast the last thought he had for the evening was…bliss.

- to be continued.

[DL JAY]

Very good.I hope to see a new chapter soon.DL JAY