“…a baby. Good thing Tyson’s breastfed.” Robert snapped his fingers. A familiar strange tingling sensation spread throughout Bobby’s body. Robert picked Bobby up and brought him into the bathroom. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” Bobby stared at his reflection in horror. He was a baby boy with wispy black curls, chubby cheeks, a cute button nose, and wearing a soft white onesie. His diaper bulge was incredibly evident.
“Don’t worry,” Robert said. “I’m sure Jimmy told you about Tyson. This won’t be that. This is a temporary increase in your punishment. When we come back from the park, you’ll be a toddler again. And if you can behave yourself, you won’t have to spend any more time this young. Understand?” Bobby nodded. “Great!”
Robert snapped his fingers, making a baby carrier appear. He buckled Bobby into the baby carrier, grabbed the diaper bag, and exited the hotel room. As they headed outside, multiple people cooed at Bobby in the carrier. Robert walked up to an expensive-looking car that was waiting for them.
“Bobby’s been a bit of a bad boy, so he’ll be a bit younger,” Robert explained as he buckled Bobby’s carrier in. Jimmy, sitting right next to Bobby’s carrier, shook his head sadly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your playmate back when we get back to the hotel, Jimmy.”
“Is little Bobby hungry?” Helen asked. Robert paused. He snapped his fingers. Bobby’s stomach rumbled loudly.
“Yes, he is. Would you mind feeding him?”
“I’d be more than happy to!” Helen said cheerfully. Robert removed Bobby from the carrier and handed him over to Helen, then got in the passenger seat. Helen unbuttoned her blouse, revealing two large breasts. “Come here, sweetie. I love feeding little babies like you.” Helen held Bobby up to one of her breasts. Instinct took over. Bobby latched onto her nipple and suckled hungrily. Helen sighed happily. “Oh, it’s so wonderful that I can be a mother without ever giving birth.”
“Where’s Tyson?” Robert asked.
“He’s tucked away for safekeeping,” Helen said. “Sure, it means I can’t ride any of the rides, but I don’t really enjoy them anyways. It’s just easier if I don’t have to drag him around everywhere.” Bobby stopped drinking the milk. Helen gently burped him, then buckled him back into his carrier. Bobby goggled at Helen’s pregnant belly, which had been completely flat back in the hotel room.
“Sometimes, Helen puts Tyson in her stomach, if it’s too difficult to have a baby around,” Jimmy whispered to Bobby. “That’s what she did on the plane.”
“Helen, would you mind being in charge of Bobby at the park?” Robert asked. Helen clapped her hands in delight.
“I’d love to!”
“Feel free to do whatever you want with him,” Robert said airily. “You can drop him off at the daycare, tuck him away with Tyson, or just carry him around.”
“Ooh, I know exactly how I want to spend my time with Bobby,” Helen said happily. Bobby swallowed nervously, worried about her decision.