"...right here!" Rita unbuttoned the front of her shirt, revealing her massive, bare breasts. Leah glared at her.
"Is this a joke?" she demanded.
"No, no joke. You see, when I was younger, I got pregnant and gave the baby up for adoption, because being a mother would ruin my acting plans. But ever since then, I've constantly lactated. The doctors say that there's nothing wrong with me or the milk. It's just something that happens sometimes, apparently. I'm not too upset about it. It keeps my bust big and I can donate what I pump to a milk bank. But not today."
Rita picked Leah up and sat on a chair with her.
"I'm a teenager!" Leah protested, squirming.
"No, sweetie, you're obviously a baby," Rita said soothingly. "Sucking your thumb, using your diaper like you've never even heard of a toilet before? I get it, society wants you to grow up fast. But I want you to be who you really are."
With that, Rita shoved Leah's head toward one of her nipples. When Leah refused to cooperate, Rita held Leah's nose shut. Leah was forced to open her mouth to breathe. Rita immediately shoved Leah onto her breast. Leah's mouth closed around the nipple. The same instinct that had been driving her to suck on her thumb took over. She suckled.
Warm, rich, slightly sweet milk flowed into Leah's mouth. It was tasty, but she didn't want to do this. She had no choice, however. Her body was acting on its own, just as it had when she used her diaper and sucked her thumb.
Rita used the same method as before to get Leah to latch on again when she switched her to the other breast. But she didn't need to. Leah's instincts had taken over, and her body craved breastfeeding. Leah curled up in Rita's arms, her eyes closed, suckling like a newborn.
"Phew!" Rita said when Leah was finally done. "You're a hungry girl! You drained me dry. I might need to supplement with formula to keep you satisfied." She looked down at the diapered teen in her lap to see...