Yeah...

As much as you hate to admit it, it was better than store-bought milk, in a weird way. You cant really explain why...

Andrew laughs, and then tosses you a clean diaper. "You can change yourself for bed tonight."

You do, and head to bed. The padded bubble on your waist makes it hard to get comfortable at first, but soon you settle in, and drift off to dreamland...

You are suddenly awoken in the middle of the night by your door opening, followed by hushed voices. One of the voices is Andrew's. "Hey, Andrew, I'm trying to sleep here!" you protest, pulling your blanket over your head.

He doesn't respond, however, and the noise stops. Thinking he left, you begin to fall back asleep, until your bed is shaken by the **** of someone sitting on it.

You yank the blanket off your head to reveal a woman sitting on your bed, facing you, her large boobs exposed!

You scoot away from her, covering your diaper, but she just laughs. "Andrew sent me, honey. I'm his friend! He said you're a 'little bed-wetting baby'--his words, not mine---and 'all babies need a mommy's milk!' So, here they are!"