Rusty quickly ducked into a nearby room to hide from the mansion employees.
“I want to collect myself a bit more before I try to explain anything to anyone,” Rusty whispered to Marcia as she closed the door behind them. Marcia nodded.
“Good plan.” She squirmed slightly, the mess in her diaper starting to get to her. “I need a change, Rusty.”
“Yeah.” Rusty looked around. “Oh, some good luck. We’re in a nursery.” She brought Marcia over to a changing table and removed her onesie. Rusty undid Marcia’s diaper. “Phew! That’s a big mess for a little girl!”
“Whatever, just clean me up, please,” Marcia begged.
“I’m working on it, mush tush.” Rusty threw away the diaper, wiped Marcia down, and then carefully taped a new diaper on. “There!”
“Great.” Marcia’s tummy rumbled. “I’m hungry.”
“I don’t know if there’s any food around here…” Rusty suddenly let out a soft gasp. She touched her new breasts and looked down. Two damp spots had appeared on the front of her shirt. “Hang on. The banshee said something about getting use of my new chest.” Rusty removed her shirt, revealing a nursing bra. “Dammit. Well, I guess we can fix your hunger, Marcia.”
Normally, Marcia wouldn’t dream of breastfeeding from her friend, but her tiny tummy was screaming in hunger. Rusty carried Marcia over to a rocking chair. She sat down and undid her nursing bra. Immediately, Marcia latched onto Rusty’s nipple, suckling hungrily. Rusty’s breastmilk was warm and sweet, exactly what Marcia needed.
Once Marcia drained Rusty’s left breast, Rusty moved her to the right one. Marcia latched on again and resumed feeding.
While Marcia was feeding, Rusty kept a wary eye on the door, worried that someone might come through while the two of them were in this vulnerable position.