So turned on by her increasing immaturity, Cassie decided to make a list of wishes. "I wish that I couldn't talk." Cassie attempted to speak but only let out a baby's babbling prattle. Fortunately, the ring still let wishes that she thought come true. 'I wish that I couldn't tell when my diaper was dirty and that the only thing I could eat was breast milk.' She couldn't tell if the former had come true (and wouldn't until her mother noticed she messed herself) but she could feel the latter from the fact that she no longer had any teeth; if the only thing she was going to be eating was her mommy's milk from now on, what was the point of having them?
'Oh, this is so, so great!' Cassie was in ecstasy by this point. 'I wish my mommy was feeding me now!'
Suddenly, she was picked up by her mother and taken downstairs, her mother placing her in her lap as she sat in a rocking chair.
"Alright, Cassie, time for your feeding." Her mom unbuttoned her shirt and revealed her breasts, which had significantly increased in size with how much milk Cassie needed. Without any hesitation, Cassie placed her mouth around her mother's nipple and began to suck, all the while her mom rubbed her hands around her back and her hair.
'This is the perfect life; why would anyone want to give this up? In fact...' This was going to be the biggest wish that she made, but she knew it would be worth it. 'I wish people were considered babies until they were 30, being just like me, and that they stopped aging between 15 and 30.' With that immense wish, Cassie closed her eyes, only paying attention to how good her mommy's milk tasted.