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She came into my room, one night, with her breasts out. I wasn't really awake and, before I could react, her nipple was in my mouth, while she told me, "You need to latch..." I think my first reflex was to try to pull away but my body chose for me, opening my mouth, tasting milk, suckling. As her milk went down my throat, I felt some kind of warmth wash over and she was petting my hair. What the hell is going on?
She wasn't finished that night, as she put me on her other one before I could get a word in. When my stomach was full, she held me close, patting me on the back before laying me back down and tucking me in. As I went back to sleep, I was hella confused, wondering what just happened and why I had drank Sis' milk. On one end, her milk tasted sweet and I felt a sense of warmth but, on the other, my body didn't react the way I think it should have. Maybe Sis didn't know what she was doing?
The next day, after she came home from whatever it was she was doing that day, she came to me with a opened blouse, bra, and her nipples dripping. Before I could say anything, she told me, "Hush now, it's alright." and her nipple was in my mouth. Like the night before, I started to suck, her milk flowing down my throat. When my stomach was full again, she held me close, forced a burp out of me, before putting her breasts away and going about her business.
Internally, I wasn't sure how to react. I was wanting her milk but I was wanting to fight it. I mean, moms feed their kids that way but Sis didn't have baby and she wasn't pregnant from what I could tell, so why was she feeding me? At least, I supposed, she's not getting off on it...
That night, again, she came into my room, wearing a robe, before she opened it. I was awake, not fully, but awake enough to notice that her breasts were different than I remember. Aside from the milk, they were bigger and, in seeing 'em, my mouth opened. She sat next to me again, guiding me to her nipple, where I started to suck. Warm sweet milk flowing from soft cherry blossom pink nipples down my throat, as warmth and calm washed over me. When my stomach was full, I spit up a little to which she wiped it away before holding me close, rubbing my back and laying me back down in bed.
She would go to her room, get dressed, and come back to my room, planting a little kiss on my forehead. I couldn't exactly rationalize the breastfeeding part but I could rationalize her kiss on my forehead, as she's given me one before. Maybe feeding me her milk is an act of love? I mean, could it be? She was definitely affectionate when I fed but, otherwise, this was so out of the blue and I couldn't make heads or tails as to why my reflex was to feed on her milk. I had so many conflicting feelings about it and I wasn't sure where to start but, if it's an act of love, is it misplaced? I mean, babies are breastfed and I wasn't a baby and Sis never mentioned she wanted to have any babies.
The next morning, before the sun was fully up, she was awake and in my room, lying next to me, with her nipple in my mouth. I was barely awake but, reflexively, I was suckling, her milk filling my stomach. When I was done, she held me for a bit, before getting me to burp, and letting me go back to sleep.
Later that night, after dinner, we were watching TV before she suddenly lifted up her shirt and opened up her bra. Milk drops formed on her nipples and I'd guess they hurt but I would really know if they did or didn't. Before I knew it, I just relaxed and her nipple was in my mouth. Milk was flowing and I was suckling, filling my stomach. When I was done, she closed her bra, put down her shirt, and held me close, rubbing my back. After that, she put me to bed in her room.
At some point, during the night, I started to look for her nipple, trying to suckle through her nightgown. Why am I doing this? She sat up and I could feel her uncovered nipple in my mouth, sweet milk coming down my throat. When morning came, I was latched on again, suckling, filling my belly with that sweet, sweet milk, as she held me.
That afternoon, when she opened her blouse, while sitting next to me, I just went to suckle, taking her nipple into my mouth, her milk flowing down my throat. She was rubbing my back, telling me, "Yes, dear, it's feeding time." before cooing about how a well-fed child is a happy one. From her teat, through her milk, I felt warmth flood through me and I became more relaxed than what I was before. After I was fed but before she put her breasts away, she held me close, got me to burp, before planting a kiss on my forehead.
That night, when I was in her room, I felt drawn to her nipple like a magnet, sucking, as she opened her nightgown, and while she laid on her side, as running her fingers through my hair, cooing that milk is good for sleep. The morning afterwards, she was still laying on her side, my mouth finding her nipple, my throat gulping down her milk, while she hummed a tune. When I was finished one tit, she guided me to the other one, filling my stomach, muttering something about how healthy I must be. When I was finished and full, she kissed me on the forehead and rubbed my back.
When her breasts pop into my head, I feel the need to suck, to such an extent that I secretly brought a pacifier, sucking on it when I was alone. I would try to drink cow's milk but I got nowhere with that. No, I didn't really like the stuff and adding sugar of any kind didn't really help it. Thinking about it, I might've thrown it up once.
It wasn't just her breasts that I was drawn to. By extension, I was drawn to her body. It wasn't for most of the reasons why people might be drawn to her body, no, it was because of soft she felt. She was so soft and warm, full of love, even more when she held me. Thinking about it, her body seemed to match the tits it was attatched to, because was, as I think, "mom built." If memory serves, she was fuller figured in some way but she looked more fuller figured, currently. She seemed to be glowing, even.
From her, I couldn't keep the pacifier thing a secret, as she found me with it. She didn't seem to think anything of it, telling me, "Oh, that's just a soother." before unbuttoning her shirt and opening her bra. My sucking transferred from the pacifier to her nipple, milk flowing down my throat, while she held me, petted my hair, rubbed my back. While I fed, she started to sing a song and, somehow, I felt like I was feeding for hours. So, this is my life now...?
After that, I started to look at her differently for reasons I didn't really know. It was strange when she first breastfed me and, at the time, I wanted to fight it but, now, I can't think about life without her having done that.
I wasn't as conflicted anymore, even as she started to act a little stranger. At times, before a feeding, I think she was pretending to give birth or so it looked like she was, at least, she seemed to sit or lay in birthing positions. Outside of breastfeeding me, she seemed like she was preparing for something but I didn't know what. If not those things, she became more affectionate, mellow, different than how she was before any of this this, doing all the stuff she didn't do before this.
I don't think she noticed how my body changed, especially with my belly button. Actually, I didn't have a belly button by a point, I just had this thick, red, veiny foot long rope. It hurt to pull on it and I didn't want to cut a vein if I tried to cut it, so, not knowing what else to do, I decided to wear a longer shirt to cover it up. Sometimes, after being nursed, I would take it in my hand and hold onto while I slept, curled up.
One afternoon, after she got home, I found myself seeking her, going to her room. "Yes, dear, it's feeding time." she said, except, unlike before, she stripped, showing me how much more her body changed. Before I fed, I found myself taking off my own clothes, this thing from my belly being out in the open. Taking me into her arms, she laid me on her belly, while I start to feed.
When my stomach was full of her milk and after I got a kiss to the forehead, she started to get into a familiar pose, propping herself up on her pillows, panting. Her legs were spread wide and I thought she peed but I couldn't figure out what she did because I felt a pulse in my body, around where this rope came from. It was thicker and growing towards Sis' vagina, going inside, while she let out a moan.
"Yes, I'll be with child soon."
Feeling it, I started to relax and she laid me next to her, petting my hair, while I curled up, feeling her warmth flood my veins. When I woke up, I was in a cozy and tight place, full of warmth and wet but, also, like a bubble. I was smaller now and I could still feel my cord, softly pulsing. What happened? Though it was muffled, I could hear Sis' voice, as she told me, "My body needed a baby to nurture, my little one."
"A baby?"
"Yes, and it sensed that you needed a mother."
"Huh?"
"Yes, I'll be the best mother I can be for my little one."
"Where am I?"
"You're in my womb, safe and sound."
"What's gonna happen now?"
"You'll be housed in my womb, until it's time for me re-birth you."
"Hmm..."
"I love you, my little one."
"I love you, too."
I felt her arms wrapped around her belly, as she started to sing a song. I wasn't sure how to feel about any of this but I do know that, being in my new mom's body felt like long, enveloping hug. Familiar, certainly, but a long enveloping hug, like I was supposed to be there. Maybe this is why I was drawn to her body? As I thought about it, I knew I wasn't really looking forward to leaving this cozy place but it would happen eventually.
I would feel her walking around, going about her business mostly, acting almost as if nothing's changed, except she seemed to be taking special care to not bump her belly. Patting me lightly, I felt her sit down, before, from what I could hear, talking on the phone, telling someone how she's doing. "Oh, yes, I have wonderful news." before giggling. For much of the next day, I felt a variety of hands on me and I don't think I cared for that as much, actually, I kicked as hard as I could to make them stop. "Oh, I think she was sleeping earlier." she told them, gently petting me.
When it was quieter, later that day, I could feel her rocking and I had to wonder if she was sleepy but, no, she was trying to get me to go to sleep. "I'll sleep when you do." she told me, her hand petting me. I don't think it worked because I did hear her heartbeat change to a resting one when she stopped rocking. She wouldn't be asleep for long, as she got up and walked to her bed, laying back down, petting me, telling me, "Stay awake if you wish, dear, but I'll sleep now."
I think I woke her up a few times before she got up to go to the bathroom before laying back down again, petting me. "I know you want to come out but it's not time yet, my little one." she told me, patting me lightly, "Likewise, I'm looking forward to holding you, too."
'When will it be time?'
"The estimate is that you're due in about four or five months."
She would explain to me that, somehow, when I got inside of her, I shrunk down to about the fourth or fifth month mark of pregnancy and that I'd be there for a bit longer. As she would say, "I'm looking forward to giving birth to you, too, but we have to be patient." before patting me gently. I'll admit, the idea of her giving birth was somethin' surreal, much like the idea of drinking from her breast or being carried within her body, so I was wondering what, exactly, the process was.
I would learn that being unborn was one thing but being reborn would be where I'd have to mostly be awake. As she petted me, she explained taking me into her body was one thing but giving birth to me again was another.
"From what I'm aware of, childbirth is painful but it can be mitigated by certain birthing positions."
"Huh?"
"Well, laying down isn't particularly good position, so, ideally, I'll be more or less upright."
"..."
"Any way in which I can safety deliver my baby into this world, dearest one."
Time seemed to pass slower and I started to mostly sleep, getting used to the idea of being inside of her but, as I was getting used to her womb, I felt her shake and heard her groan. Pressure was building, my head was hitting her cervix, as it felt like her womb was shrinking, and, outside, I could hear her screaming. So, you're finally in labor huh, eh, Sis, well, Mom?
"Aughh!"
My head passed her cervix and I was corkscrewing to the light, pressuring kind of letting up along the way, before I felt a felt a pair of hands. It was blurry and bright, while I was wet and somewhat sticky. In the background, I could hear her breathing as though she ran a marathon and the air seemed to be burning my lungs. Of course, I immediately let it be known that I was not pleased to be away from the warmth or to be poked and prodded at.
"Oh, she wants her mother..."
When my vision cleared up, I was in her arms, feeling her pet my hair, holding me close. She was exhausted but she felt warm and I started to burrow in it. "I'd love to tell everyone about you." she told me, kissing my forehead, before she uncovered her boob, muttering somethin' about me being hungry after the long journey back.
I think her milk tasted sweeter than I remembered. Still gonna take awhile for me to get used to my new mom, though.