A LITTLE COMPLICATION: An MM ABDL Romance Novella (Little Stories Book 2) by Tingle Tara

Author:Tingle, Tara [Tingle, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-07-09T16:00:00+00:00

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Classic Vanilla

For Children 3 to 12 Years Of Age

I didn’t think that Jack being an adult baby was enough of a reason to carry something like that around, so I just thought that maybe this particular brand had some special nutrients that helped him build his muscles.

I found something else, though... something that was buried deeper in the contents of his bag.

It was a feeding bottle.

Now, that was a little more difficult to find an excuse for,

It just proved to me that this... condition... that Jack had was so severe that he had to bring with him these things wherever he went.

He was still bouncing up and down on the bed, completely unaware of how huge and heavy he was and how the bunker could break at any time if he’d keep doing it. He wasn’t complaining anymore, however. He seemed delighted to see that I found his milk and his bottle.

I showed him both items. “These good enough for you, I guess?” I asked.

“Uhuh, uhuh, uhuh!” he answered animatedly. He started to jump even higher, hence crashing even more forcefully on the clamorously creaking bed. He had to stop doing that, and soon!

“You want me whip up a bottle for you?” I feigned ignorance.

“Uhuh, uhuh, uhuh!” he gave the same zealous reply.

“Okay, but only if you’ll stop jumping,” I tried to barter.

“No way! No way! No way!” he chanted with mocking laughter. He was taunting me with his defiance.

“Stop, or no milk!” I gave him an ultimatum.

His jigs slowed down, eventually, to a halt. His mouth was curved into an inverse bow as if he was despairing over his defeat.

I must admit, I felt a tinge of satisfaction when I saw him like that.

“Good boy,” I commended him. A second later and I wondered why I even said that. Good boy? Boy? I called him a boy? That might’ve given him the impression that I was a willing participant to this stupid charade he was imposing on me.

I shook my head, disappointed at myself.

But a job had to be done.

He needed his milk to make him shut up and prevent an even more disgraceful situation.

I read the instructions on the canister. A scoop of powdered milk for every two ounces of water. I proceeded to the kettle and filled up the bottle with eight ounces of warm liquid. Then, as per the direction given, I dropped four scoops of milk and sealed the nursing flask with its lid. I shook it a few times and presented it to him.

He swiftly grabbed it from my hand. He lied down the bed. He bent his legs until his knees were at level with his groin. He placed the nipple between his mouth and sucked.

And then he began to gag as he threw the bottle away.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I worriedly asked as I caressed his arm. He was still struggling for air.

“Hot...” he mumbled. “Too... hot...”

“Isn’t milk supposed to be served hot?” I asked before realizing that Jack was, in his mind, supposed to be a kid and kids don’t really like warm drinks.

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