Bathroom Urges

I ended up passed out for the rest of the day. The night was filled with Kat’s comforting scent as she snuggled my body, occasionally pulling me closer or shifting her body in different ways against mine as we both slept. I never woke up throughout all of this jostling and moving since each adjustment was subconsciously done with my comfort in mind.

I only woke up when I felt my own body shifting and squirming on its own, rubbing my hips against the bedsheets. I opened my eyes weakly, confused why I can’t stay asleep, but after a moment I figured out why.

The pressure of my bladder was making my entire groin area feel uncomfortable, causing my body to squirm back and forth. I knew where the bathroom was thanks to bath time, but I encountered a problem when I tried to get up: Kat's hands were wrapped very tightly and protectively around my body, keeping my limbs restrained. I bit my lip, trying to think of how to get out. My mind reeled from the pressing need inside me.

I wiggled my shoulders back and forth, managing to loosen the grip of her arms encircling me just enough to slide out peacefully and crawl off the bed. I tiptoed my way out of the bedroom, then glanced back at her to make sure I didn't accidentally wake her up.

It seemed like I was in the clear, although she did bear a distressed expression. I ignored it for now, not having time to dwell on subtleties when I felt like my bladder was going to explode.

I quickly scurried into the bathroom and to the toilet, then relieved myself as quietly as I could. I hurried up, finished, and walked back through the hall to the bedroom.

When I got back to the doorway I was shocked to see Mommy restlessly thrashing on the bed, still ****. Not violent, but certainly animated. She buried her face into the pillow next to her as if something was missing and she was desperately looking for it.

I wondered... Was she acting this way because I wasn't there? Did she care about me that much? Did she really... love me that much? No one had ever loved me before, I don't think. Not romantically. All of my previous relationships had ended in heartbreak, and I'd eventually written off the idea of 'love' as unattainable.

But here was the woman who sought after me, **** me into bed with her, pampered me, and showered me with affection. Here she was, searching for me as though the most important part of her life had been stolen from her. I was beyond flattered. Any remnant of doubt about her dedication to me went out the window. I eagerly took steps towards the bed, **** to return to her arms. I suddenly felt very cold, like I was out of place away from her.

But just as I started to raise myself up over the edge of the mattress her erratic movements ceased. I was very confused until I saw in her arms a pillow gripped firmly, held up to her face. It was the pillow I was sleeping on earlier. She was inhaling deep breaths of the fabric, and I realized it must've smelled like me.

I was shocked, and almost fell off the bed. My fears returned as quickly as they'd left and my mind raced. I could only think, She's replacing me with this pillow! How could I let this happen! Of course she'd prefer the pillow... it can't disobey, and it's even smaller than I am. Perfect for her to cuddle.

I couldn't, at the time, consider how preposterous those thoughts were. I didn’t know about it yet, but I was in a heightened state of mind from the night before. The amount of euphoria Kat had **** into me was still with me, making my thoughts irrational and fuzzy and putting my coordination just slightly out of whack.

I this confused state, I was determined that I wouldn't be kept away from my Mommy by a stupid old pillow. I started to crawl across the soft bed with purpose, nearly slipping a couple of times due to the slick sheets but I managed to stay steady until I reached her arms. I tried to pry the pillow away from her, but her arms trapped it with more fervor than she had held me before. My thoughts immediately jumped to panic, Oh no, she loves it more!! No, no, that can't be right. She hasn't spent nearly as much time with the pillow as she has with me.

Slowly, my panic faded. She was probably holding on tighter so she couldn't lose her prize again.

Oh, I get it! She thinks it's me, 'cause we smell the same!

It clicked, and the happiness that she liked me so much filled my heart. I didn't want to be apart from her any more! I thought hard about what to do before wiggling my hand up between her body and the pillow until my arm was trapped there. I began to feel nervous about being in this tight spot, but I figured I couldn't do anything else now.

I wedged another arm up between her and the pillow. The space seemed to get a little looser. This was perfect! She probably couldn't tell that I was loosening her grip on the pillow since I was keeping the pressure the same with my body! Hehe, I felt like Indiana Jones! I pushed my head up into the space and for a moment it was hard to breathe, but it wasn't much longer before my head broke through the other side.

Finally!! I was cuddled up in her arms again, my body curled up facing hers. My arms were pinned to my sides by the pressure of her arms hugging around both me and the pillow, but I had to make some sacrifices in the name of love. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, comforted by her scent once again. And after only a couple seconds, I even thought I heard a soft humming coming from her chest! It was pretty and started to make my eyes droopy again. A hand behind my head started to push my face into her chest.

A soft, "Adam..." was all I heard before my face was smushed against her soft breasts, muffling the outside world. They pushed up against both sides of my face, burying me in their cleavage, and I started to gently kiss at the flesh and mumble soft confessions of my love. Soon the hand gripped my curls tighter and dragged my face across her breasts, pushing aside her top until my lips brushed over a hard nipple. It pushed itself right into my mouth and in my sleepy, submissive state there was little I could do but give in to my instincts and begin suckling.

I started gently and innocently, but after a few seconds it felt more natural and I began to suck and nip at the pink flesh with more confidence. The air around me grew a little hotter and I could hear Kat‘s sighs decorating the air until everything around me felt peaceful and lovely. I woke up a little more, but didn't come out of my half-aware, confused state.

The hand on the back of my head was pushing my face harder and harder against her firm mound of flesh until it was getting hard to breathe. I didn't mind, content to continue suckling no matter what. It was relaxing and satisfying, like therapy. My suckles grew more tired as my mouth was a becoming worn out. It had been a solid few minutes! She seemed to notice and gently pulled my head back until a soft 'pop!' signified the end of this faux-feeding time. I opened my eyes more, coming out of my trance. Still though, I was more solidly in my ‘little state’ than ever.

Partly because I was now staring up into the loving, beautiful eyes of Kat. She was smiling at me and petting my hair, eyes sparkling with affection. "Good morning, sweetie. Did you sleep well, cuddled up with Mommy?"

Her voice was so melodic I found myself swaying to the rhythm of her question. I nodded, grinning and clumsily saying, "Uh-huh! It was super duper comfy."

“Good. Mmm~ You smell so good, like vanilla. I’m glad I used that special shampoo on you. We'll have another bath to renew the scent in a bit, but first let's have some breakfast, okay? I'll meet you downstairs. We can go over the schedule today, and then it'll be bathtime! Sound good baby?" She said.

I thought for a moment and didn't see anything wrong with the plan. It had everything I loved in it. Her. I nodded and she gave me a big wet kiss on the forehead before getting off the bed and standing up.

I rolled off of the bed after her and moved to pick up some discarded clothes on the ground, but a big strong arm blocked my path. Kat tsked at me and said in a disapproving voice, “Awe, honey. You don't need clothes when we're at home. I want to be able to see your cute body anytime we're together in private. When anyone else is around, you can wear one of the outfits I got for you. When we're going out, sometimes you can wear normal clothes. And of course for work, you'll wear your uniform. Do these rules sound fair? Not that it matters if you agree. Our special rules are still in effect, in case you forgot. And what's rule one?" She asked, challengingly.

"Always listen to you!!" I said, proud to have the right answer so quickly. She nodded in approval and I ran out of the room then down the stairs to the loveseat. I flipped on the TV and waited for her, grateful that all of the window shades were still closed from the previous day.

Soon I heard the sounds of the kitchen behind me, and I smiled knowing that something delicious was being cooked. And being made my Kat, I knew I'd love it.