After a taxing time grunting trying to force out poopy, Marky began crying in high-pitched yelps while Jesse pulled him tightly to her. Suddenly the crying, fussy, helpless 3 year old felt way better when he realized that strange bra was basically a mini-tent across her boobs so he could get underneath and rest in his favorite place - there between Mommy's boobs, with a gentle natural rocking motion coming from Mommy's walking. Baby Marky luxuriated in the sensations as adult Mark was feeling less and less in control in spite of his intelligence. It was just too great being a baby. More and more Marky embraced his baby status which was making his adult moments of clarity less frequent. While he still had it, Mark planned a new wish and did what Mommy had authorized him to do earlier.
Mark crawled up and out from between Mommy's boobs and slapped her in the face, with full force.
The baby's eyes, red from crying exposed great anger.
"GET ME MY COIN....NOW BITCH!"
Jesse was taken aback.
"Yes, Daddy, after I change you, you have a playdate this afternoon and I don't want the cute little girlfriend you're going to be with this afternoon to smell a poopy diapee like I'm a bad mommy."
Mark pulled her hair. Soft and fine now, her hair hurt much harder being pulled.
"DO WHAT I SAY!" the toddler screamed, with the authority of a Chinese child Emperor. "BRING ME MY COIN...NOW! OR I WILL HIT YOU BITCH!"
Jesse folded, quickly chirping lovingly, "Yes Daddy, I do what you say." Her voice held back great pain as he crawled back in the "boob tent". It was like an old timey carriage attached to Mommy as a pack-animal. To baby Marky this was heaven. Mommy's scent was overpowering, intoxicatingly beautiful, and frankly addictive. While he had the mind to do it, he needed to prevent any new men from coming into Jesse's life and keep interlopers out.
Jesse's hand dropped the coin into Marky's hand through the top of the bra.
"I wish that my peepee and poopoo would make all females love me and want to care for me.
Also I wish Jesse will be sickened by the smell or taste of any man other than me. Conversely my poopoo and peepee will make Jess happy and subservient to my desires."
Just then Marky felt Mommy pull him up out of the boob tent, chirping again in that Mommyish sing-song
"Time to change your diapee, Marky...Hims got a full poop-chute. What's in the poop-chute? Presents for Mommy?"
He smiled up at her. That was basically what he hoped she would think of them.
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