Lizzie enters

Munching through your bowl of Captain Crunch, pondering what your plans are for today (and also how much involvement your mother will have) you hear the front door open, seeing as it's only just a few minutes past 9am it can only be one person.

Lizzie.

Keep cool, keep it together, just keep sat down and eat your breakfast and she won't be none the wiser.

Lizzie enters the kitchen, judging by her pace coming in to the kitchen she's in a bit of a rush, thankfully.

"Hey baby bro! I didn't expect to see you up so early!"

Stay calm, she tends to call you baby bro...

"Oh hey, Lizzie. What`s up?"

"Not much, I just need to head up to my room and grab a few things, me and Angie are heading down to the park for a run" Lizzie grins at you, clocking at your slightly unusual choice of clothes you're wearing this morning. "Hmmm, joggers and t-shirt? Don't suppose you fancy joining us?"

"Nah I'm good thanks"

"Cool, probably best anyway. I'd hate for Angela to get creeped out by my baby bro ogling her all the time while running"

You shoot Lizzie a hurt look, you realise she`s only playing with you. Although she raises a good a point, the thought of seeing Angela in running gear and working up a sweat would prove distracting... The mere thought already causing a pleasant stirring situation as you feel your cock begin to harden slightly in its diapered confines.

"Anyways, gotta shoot, later bro" Lizzie leaves as quickly as she entered, your hear her run upstairs and quick run back down again and out through the front door after she's collected what she needs.

You finish up breakfast and take your bowl to the sink to be washed, for the first time over the last couple of days not feeling completely useless. As you wash your bowl you notice some bits of paper on the windowsill, curiosity gets the better of you and after making sure your hands are dry you have a quick leaf through them. A quick scan reveals that it`s some sort of prescription from a pharmacy you've never heard of for a product you've never heard of.

"Lactopills...?" You slowly read to yourself, not wanting to dwell on this too much you put the papers back as you found them and waddle off to the living room to spend the remaining time until mom gets back watching some morning TV.