Breastfeeding

I continued to cry into the warm, soft fabric of Princess Bear as I felt my wife stand up next to me and move to leave the room. Bawling like a baby in a urine and cum soaked diaper, I couldn't bring myself to look at her.

It didn't take long until I heard her footsteps re-enter the room. I felt as she walked by me and sat back down on the couch.

"Alright, big boy, stop pouting," Melody said. "You put on a wonderful show for Mommy, and you deserve a reward. I know my big, strong husband doesn't like being treated as a baby in most ways, but I know you're going to like this."

"No, just leave me alone," I said into the bear, "I'm done."

I felt Melody lean over and caress the side of my face with her hand. She then lightly hooked her finger under my chin and lifted my head up. I looked as my head lifted to find that she was sitting in front of me topless. Her immaculate breasts on display for me.

Melody gave me a coy look as she watched my eyes drift to her exposed chest.

"Mommy knows you like these," she said, shrugging her shoulders a little bit to emphasize her womanhood. "And Mommy knows you like to suck on these like a baby, even when you're a big boy."

Melody wasn't wrong. Despite my hatred at the idea of being regressed as treated like an adult infant, I did have one vice that would be called 'Little' behavior on the online forums I frequented. I loved sucking on my wife's tits.

Nursing was a habit I picked up when our kids were infants, and Melody has occasionally asked me to suck on her to relieve some pain when one of our kids or a pump wasn't handy. Overtime, it has developed to an almost non-sexual bonding experience between the two of us. About once a week, after we put the kids to bed, we would turn on a show and Melody would expose her breasts. I would lay my head in her lap and suckle as she watched television and lovingly ran her fingers through my hair. While I was embarrassed by my infantile actions, the feelings of love and comfort I got from our together time was too much to resist.

I licked my lips subconsciously as I stared at my wife's chest. She smiled and sat back on the couch. She then grabbed the remote, turned on some reality schlock she likes, then patted her lap expectantly.

"Come on, baby. Push your stuffie to the floor, put your head on Mommy's lap, and have a little suck. You know you want to," Melody said.

I frowned. I did want to. I was exhausted, frustrated, humiliated, and upset. Laying down, closing my eyes, and suckling on Melody's breasts, like I normally did, sounded like a perfect way to forget about this horrible day and unwind.

However, my pride just wouldn't let me concede that that was what I wanted. I was sitting in nothing but a soaking wet and sticky diaper. I couldn't call my wife anything but 'Mommy.' I just came in my diaper while humping a fucking stuffed animal. If I gave in and let myself pretend to breastfeed, it would be more proof that I deserved to be treated like the pathetic little diaper boy she was forcing me to be.

"No, Mommy, I'm ok. I don't need to suck on your tits like a pathetic little infant," I said, unconvincingly.

Melody reached over and delicately rubbed a tear off of my cheek. She gave me a caring, motherly smile.

"Baby, you don't seem ok. You've had a rough day, but, you were just a really good boy for Mommy. Let Mommy take care of you now," she said.

I gritted my teeth. Despite being what I wanted, I was not going to give in. Like a toddler trying to make a show of his own Independence, I dug my heels in. I climbed off of Princess Bear and pushed the large stuffed animal to the floor. I then sat down on the now vacated space on the couch. I made a face as the wet padding if my diaper squelched beneath me, but then quickly turned to the television and did my best to pretend to be enamored with the latest episode of 90-Day Sister Wives.

"No, I'm actually fine. I just want to watch TV and forget about this mess," I told my topless wife.

Melody scrunched her mouth to the side as she looked at me with a disappointed expression.

"Baby, you're lying. Mommy can tell. Don't make me prove it," Melody said, "Just scoot your little butt over here and get some special Mommy-Baby time."

I turned bright red at her referring to our weekly bonding ritual as 'Mommy-Baby Time.' Calling it that just strengthened my resolve to not willingly debase myself further.

"I said no," I responded flatly. I made no move to comply with her repeated requests.

Melody let out a deep sigh.

"Have it your way then," she said. "Mommy says to do what would make you feel the happiest right now."

For what felt like the millionth time that day, the hypnotic trigger kicked in. Like every time prior, I tried to fight it. In my head, I tried to convince myself that what would make me the happiest at the moment was ripping my diaper off, taking a shower, and braking the hypnotic triggers in my head so I could act like a normal adult again. But, I was lying to myself and my subconscious knew it.

I felt miserable, humiliated, and, frankly, a little unloved by my wife. What would make me happier than anything else would be to place my head in Melody's lap, take her breast in my mouth, and close my eyes and let the world slip away as she lovely rubbed my head and back.

My body only hesitated a moment as I tried to fight my wife's command. Quickly, I found myself laying on the couch, diaper-covered butt facing out, with my head on a pillow in Melody's lap. Delicately, my wife grabbed me by the back of the head and guided my mouth onto her nipple, just like a mother would help an infant latch. With Melody's nipple pressed firmly in my mouth, I surrounded her areola with my lips, closed my eyes, and began to suck.

"Good job, baby," Melody said softly as I suckled on her breast. "That's Mommy's good boy! Doesn't that feel nice?" Melody then let out a little moan at the pleasure she was feeling from having her nipples stimulated.

"Uh huh," I responded truthfully as I felt her run her nails lightly up and down my naked back. Bonding with Melody like this always felt good, but it felt moreso that way at that moment. As emotionally **** as I was, the comfort from the closeness and love I felt with my wife as she held me and allowed me to suckle was like a salve for my soul. With my eyes closed and mouth working rhythmically, I could almost forget about the wet diaper draped around my waist and the indignities I had suffered earlier in the day. After a few minutes, I couldn't even remember why I was fighting doing this at all, let alone so determinedly.

I kept my eyes closed as I continued to suckle. The only noises in the house was the low background noise of the TV, the wet sucking sound of my lips, and the occasional soft moans of pleasure. At some point, Melody pulled her first breast out of my mouth to replace it with the other one. I greedily took it between my lips.

I let my mind wander and thoughts drift away from me. I started to realize how exhausted the events of the day had left me. And, at some point, without really even trying, I fell asleep, wearing a cool wet diaper while nursing in my wife's breast.

As the sound of my suckling was replaced by my light snores, Melody looked down at me and smiled. She ran her fingers through my hair and spoke at a whisper. Her words woke me slightly. I barely registered them in my sleep.

"That's my good boy! Mommy can't wait for everything she has planned for you tomorrow. For know though, Mommy says go to sleep."

And with that, the world grew dark and a drifted of to a land of dreams and nightmares filled with diapers, bottles, pacifiers, and giant stuffed bears.