Molly awoke from what could only be described as a dead sleep. The stench that surrounded her was completely disorienting. It took a moment for her to realize the rather large baby on her chest, the source of that foul odor was her husband.
Her body or more specifically, her breasts once again ached for relief. For now that would need to wait.
Careful not to wake her baby, she got up and carried the sleeping Jasper to hall bathroom. Laying him down a changing pad, she braved the removal of his plastic pants only to be assaulted by the pungent reminder of the moment. The hint of ammonia mixes with the smell of feces, made no doubt of their current roles of a mommy and not yet potty-trained child.
A large baby to clean, it took a while to freshen him up. Fortunately, this time he was barely awake. He was now diapered for the third time in less than half a day.
No thought had yet been given for dealing with the dirty diapers and other soiled clothing from earlier, but the solid waste was dumped into the toilet while at least this diaper was deposited in the washer.
It was basically the middle of the night and Molly needed sleep, her hubbie was stirring and instinct seemed to dictate that maybe it was time to nurse him again, making it easier for her to sleep as well.
Jasper was already stirring as Molly propped herself up on her bed. There we go baby. She positioned him once again and this time almost as a reflex, he immediately began to suckle.
Molly’s mind reeled as she thought of his behavioral changes. He mostly acted like a 4 year old, but somehow some things were not adding up.
For one thing, she was the one who wanted him to latch on to her and breastfeed, but he had already fed from a bottle before that.
What kind of a 4 year old not only wets his pants, but wets himself again the same day? She thought
To make matters worse, she nursed him earlier and though just for fun, he shit himself without so much as a reaction. He fell asleep not even worried about wearing his load of poop.
He has put up no resistance now to being diapered not just once, not just twice, but now a third time.
These thoughts swirled around in Molly’s head. It seemed like Jasper was some kind of combination of a 4 year old and infant. Was he just 4 year old that had some kind of primal need to be nurtured?
With that thought, it was time to shift her infant to the other nipple.
“Mommy has you.”
She continued to wonder, could he now just be a 4 year old playing as an infant? How could that be? With that she figured now she was just overtired.
Lifting him to be burped, she held him upright for a moment. “That’s mommy’s good baby” as she did, she felt him peeing.
She once again changed him then crawled into bed to sleep.