Bedtime

Ivanna reached up and grasped her own breasts. They were small, protruding from her chest like two small, soft mushrooms. She squeezed them, the pale skin turning pink.

"Look at those things," Marion mocked, glancing at the camera. "AA cups. Puffy little things. She spent years wearing push-ups to trick people, and here they are. Just two little nubs."

Ivanna whimpered, the sound lost as she returned to Marion's breast. She began to suckle with a rhythmic intensity.

Her pussy pulsed. More lubricant leaked from her soaking through the baby panties and staining the bedsheets beneath her. She felt a sudden, sharp contraction in her uterus, a phantom ache for a pleasure she had never known.

"You're leaking, aren't you, Ivanna?" Marion asked, pulling back slightly to look down at the girl's lap. "You're so worked up over a little bit of milk. You're a mess."

"I'm sorry," Ivanna wailed, her voice cracking.

"Don't be sorry. Be a baby," Said Marion. She suddenly pushed Ivanna away.

Marion looked into the camera and winked.

"That's all for today, everyone. Our little nerd needs to get dressed. Tomorrow we have a family gathering to attend and little Ivy needs to her sleep.”

The stream cut to black.

The chubby ginger collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving. She lay there for a moment, she felt empty and exposed, yet a strange, humming warmth remained in her belly.

Ivanna closed her eyes and dreamt of the days she was feared and lusted for among the school faculty and obviously the students. She didn’t even noticed Marion placing a baby bottle in her mouth before tucking her in.