Game Over: Life's Over

Mommy's Milk

I was still asleep the next morning when Mom got up. Mom had let me stay up a little later than normal so I could play with my new toys. Initially, she wanted me to go to bed at a reasonable time but I whined enough that she let me stay up.

It was no surprise that I was still sleeping, comfortable in Mom's bed. She had big blankets so they kept me warm and cozy. It was hard to wake up when I was so comfortable.

Mom got back into bed after going to the bathroom. She pulled the blankets up over her, lying on her side to face me. She brushed my hair away from my face, watching me sleep as she did so.

Mom took advantage of me being asleep and lifted her shirt up. She held her breast as she moved it closer to my mouth. She rubbed the nipple against my lips until they opened up. She massaged her breast until milk came out, falling into my mouth. My brain wasn't working as fast or as normally as it would have if I were awake so I automatically latched on and started sucking. Even unconscious, my mind wanted me to be a baby and do baby things like breastfeed.

After a few mouthfuls, I slowly woke up, quickly aware of what I had been and was currently doing. I tried not to panic and make it known that I was awake and aware of what was happening. I was already breastfeeding so it wasn't like I could just stop. That would make it obvious. I wasn't in my baby headspace but I had to pretend I was. That was the only way I could hide my embarrassment over what I was doing.

Mom stroked my cheek, earning my attention. When I looked up at her, she smiled. "That's my sweet boy. Do you like Mommy's milk?"

It took everything in me to not cringe at her words.

Since I was still drinking, I didn't respond to her. I turned my head further in the direction of her breast, hiding my face from view. The less we talked about what I was doing, the better.

She was still stroking my cheek when my stomach began to get full. I released her nipple from my mouth and turned my head so it was hidden in the crook of her arm.

She laughed and fixed her shirt so her chest was covered. "You can go back to sleep, baby. I know it's early."

I was tired when I was woken up by Mom's abrupt breastfeeding session but not so much after it was over. I'd wished so desperately that I was stuck as a baby while breastfeeding but life didn't work out for me. If God could find a way to make me suffer, He was going to take advantage of the opportunity.

I kept my mouth shut so Mom would think I wasn't in my right mind. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about what I'd just done.

Mom adjusted us so she could sit up, holding me in her arms. She moved me so my head rested on her shoulder and I appreciated being able to hide my face from her.

Before I could get comfortable, though, Mom started patting my back. A whine escaped my lips, one I hadn't anticipated making. The sudden jolt to my body didn't sit well with me and more whines started to follow the first one.

Mom shushed me as she continued to pat my back. "I have to get the air bubbles out, baby."

It didn't take long before my whining brought out the baby side of me. Small burps escaped my mouth in between whines, my way of protesting what was happening since I didn't have strength on my side.

Mom stopped smacking my back and started rubbing it. "See? That's not so bad. It's all over now."

My thumb slipped into my mouth as my thoughts slowed. Baby me was out in full-force and normal me wasn't doing anything to stop it.

Mom got out of bed and went across the hall to my room. She pulled a diaper and a pack of wipes from my bag. She tried to lay me on my bed but I held onto her shirt tight, not wanting to be separated from her.