Sometime later you woke. You were lying on the bed between pillows. Looking up all you could see was the ceiling. Slowly you recollected what had happened. Your mind was strong enough to recognise you had been turned into an infant.
You could turn your head and wave your arms but you couldn’t roll over. How old had you become?
You tried to call out to your girlfriend but all that came out of your mouth was a wail like a strangled cat. At least that got her attention. Soon she was leaning over you.
“You’re awake. You have had a good long sleep. Feeling better?”
All you could reply with was a wail “Waaaah!”
She picked you up and cradled you “Oh dear! I think we need a nappy change” You realised you were wet.
Once more you found yourself back on the bed and being manhandled. She was swift and efficient. In no time she had put you in a dry nappy and back into the jump suit.
“There! I’m sure that feels much better” She hugged you to her chest once more.
This time you needed more than just a hug though. You instinctively turned your face into her softness and sought out a nipple. Frustrated that access was denied by her clothes.
“Oh my! Of course you must be hungry! I’m not sure this will work but I suppose there is no harm trying”
Once more you were put down on the bed. You watched as she removed her shirt and bra. You could feel yourself salivating at the breasts you could clearly see. She once more picked you up and bought you back to her bosom.
Your mouth quickly latched on to a small pink nipple and you began to suck.
“That tickles!” she giggled.
But you weren’t getting anything. You began to suck harder but nothing was coming. You released and let out a loud wail.
“I don’t think I have any milk little one……Maybe try the other side” She turned you around. Instinctively your mouth found her other nipple. You began to suck but you had no more success than last time. You released and let out an even louder wail
“This is no good. I don’t have milk” your girlfriend come mother sounded despairing. “Here try this while I read the pamplets. You found a rubbery dummy placed in your mouth. You began to suck but to no avail. Your hunger was not sated.
You spat the dummy and began to wail once more. As loudly as your little lungs could muster. “Shh! Shh! Little one. Reading this I don’t think it is possible to conjure up lactating breasts. At least not in this room. I may not have my own milk but there was some milk in the fridge. Let’s try that!” she was trying to sound enthusiastic. You found yourself back on the bed between the pillows. You screamed as loudly as you could.
Soon she was back leaning over you. “Let’s try this. Can you drink from a cup?” She poured a white substance into your mouth. You found yourself coughing then screaming even louder.
“Clearly No” she answered her own question. “I don’t know what to do” She hugged you to her chest once more. You found her teats but they remained dry. You began screaming once more.
“This is no good. You’re being a bad little boy! Mummy’s going to have to change you” She was sounding annoyed.
She stripped the jump suit off you and you found yourself dumped on the cold hard floor. You screamed louder than ever. Looking up all you could see was a red light.