Jeff somehow retained his mind and awareness of his situation but physically he was a baby and had a babies instincts. Presented with a nipple he began to suck vigourously. After several minutes Jenny put him to her other breast, she seemed be very much enjoying the sensation. Soon Jeff’s tiny tummy was bursting and Jenny removed him from the breast deciding he needed to be burped.
Jeff found himself looking over Jenny’s shoulder as she left Jeff’s room and walked around the house. Jeff could hear Jenny taking to him “You’re a greedy little man Jeffy. You need to slowdown or you make mummy’s breasts sore”
However, when Jeff tried to answer all that came out was a babble, preceding a big burp. With the burp came a vomit of milk which dribbled down Jenny’s back.
“Oh! Baby! My own fault! I should not have tempted fate! Serves me right for not making you wear a bib. You can have a play on the floor while Mummy finds herself a clean top”
Jeff found himself carried into his parent’s bedroom and placed on the floor. He found himself stuck. It seemed he was too young to crawl, he couldn’t even figure out how to roll over, only move his head from side to side.
He did manage to see a cot in the corner of the room, wondering how that had got there. He also noticed Jennifer opening his mother’s wardrobe. Then watched as Jenny took off her own blouse and replaced it with one of Jeff’s mothers shirts.
Next thing Jeff was put on a change table and suffered the indignity of having a nappy change. He didn’t appreciate Jenny’s joke “I hope for your sake this tiny pecker grows a lot as you mature. It’s certainly not very impressive at the moment”
Next, Jeff found himself placed in a high chair and Jenny began to spoon feed him some tasteless mush. It was while he was eating that they heard someone at the front door, a key turning and the door.