Little Eric nursed at Lisa's tits for what felt like an eternity. Her arms wrapped him up and she bounced as
she carried his naked baby body around. Her finger teased at his cheek, making him suck more. The warm milk
flowed into him and his body felt surprisingly warm. Before long, Eric began to slowly doze in her arms.
Lisa stared down at her boyfriend, a thin line of milky drool dripping from his chin. She wanted a baby so
badly. Of course, she was young and didn't really have any plans beyond that, but still the allure of being a
mother hung over her night and day. And with Eric as her baby, she knew that he would turn out cute and
adorable.
It also meant that she could date Greg without worrying about hurting Eric's feelings. Well, his adult
feelings, anyway. Lisa wondered if his feelings still mattered now that he was a baby suckling at her tits.
Probably not.
Her phone rang at that moment, a soft chiming in the background. Lisa set Eric down on his bed (now ten
times too large for him) and pulled the phone from out of her purse. "Hello? Oh, hey, babe. I was just
thinkin' about you," she said cheerily, her eyes never leaving Eric's slumbering form. "Yeah, sweetie, I was.
Look, are you home right now? Perfect. I have a treat for you. You just stay there and stay sexy, okay, hun?"
She snapped the phone closed and hefted Eric up once more. "Well, Eric, I suppose it's time to go meet your
future daddy, huh?"