Marky looked up dumbly, drool oozing from his mouth and his beloved thumb as he witnessed Jesse cooing happily to him and fumbling with her blouse.
"Marky, my baby boy, Mommy has a surprise for you! Mommy has been reading lots of books about this wonderful thing called attachment parenting. Apparently that is the traditional way that baby boys like you are supposed to be raised. You see, lazy, broke or bad mommies usually won't do it because it requires a lot of work and time but I don't mind doing it for you. You are my special little guy, yes you are!"
The remnants of Mark's adult self were opposed to this, but by this point baby Marky was in full control. The grin across his face only grew bigger as he noticed Jess's gorgeous well-formed bust, swollen with milk specifically designed to sate his every physical, emotional and nutritional need. Jesse was wearing a strange bra, designed for baby-wearing, which is another main tenet of attachment parenting. She continued, "I've decided that instead of letting you sleep apart from me, you'll be sleeping between Mama's boobies at night where it'll be comfy and safe. But not only that, cutie. You're going to get titty on demand. Do you know what that means, baby?"
"It means," she continued, obviously not expecting a response, " that these titties belong to you, and you feed whenever you damn well please. You can tear my blouse open, bite Mommy's boob, twiddle my boobies, pull Mommy's hair, anything you want. I even grant you permission to hit Mommy when I displease you, my love. You will only be getting titty from now on."
Light, runny and creamy drops of milk began pooling on both of her engorged brown areola. Her pink nipples disappeared not long after Mark's adventure had started and her breasts were now heavy, and in her brain now Jess craved the release of feeding. In her research regarding attachment parenting Jess figured out that many of the moms practicing it were actually addicted to breastfeeding and when their children would wean they would need to have another just to prolong feeding.
Pleasure hormones filled their bodies and minds as Jess helped Marky latch and she coaxed him to feed using the tips of her fingers to massage his cheek, subtly strengthening his suckling action and flooding his mouth with liquid love and contentment. Jess experienced a euphoric high as Mark switched sides, now without a doubt a breastfeeding addict. She adored and doted on him now. He was hers and she was his. As he started to tire and his eyes grew heavy, the needy, clingy three year old started to grunt loudly and angrily through the succulent boob in his mouth. Mommy knew, making a gentle rubbing motions up and down his tummy, signaling his brain to make a delicious bowel movement.
"Good boy. Make poopies for Mommy, my love. That's the last disposable you'll have. My baby will have only comfy cloth diapees from now on."