“Soon, you’ll be too big for mommy’s milk,” the ghost said, carrying Marcia over to a rocking chair. It sat down with Marcia in its lap. “But you’re not too big just yet!” The ghost unbuttoned its shirt, revealing bare breasts. The sight startled Marcia enough that she came back to herself.
“No!” she said quickly, trying to get away.
“Hush, Christine,” the ghost said sweetly. It brought Marcia up to one breast. As though someone else was controlling her body, Marcia felt herself latch onto the offered nipple. She suckled. The warm, sweet milk that flowed into her stomach immediately began to soothe her. At one point, the ghost switched breasts. This time, instead of the ghost overriding her protests, Marcia willingly latched on, eager for more milk.
“Good girl!” the ghost cooed once Marcia had finished. It carefully burped Marcia, then brought her back to the crib. “Time to sleep, sweetie. I’ll check on you later.” Then, as the first rays of light from the rising sun filtered into the room, the ghost vanished. Marcia sat in the crib, content, but the feeling only lasted for a few moments.
As the light filling the room grew brighter and the scary, surreal night became further away, Marcia has abruptly horrified by what she had just done. She breastfed from a ghost! As far as she knew, that had never happened before.