A bottle of formula.

As one of the woman picked a green leather chair to sit in, the second woman picked Timothy up and plopped him into the other woman's lap. The second woman went to the fridge and pulled out what looked like a baby bottle full of milk. As the first woman hugged Timothy, encouraging him to lay his head against her shoulder as the second woman handed her the bottle before she applied the false nipple into his mouth.

As if on auto-pilot, his mouth immediately started to suck on it, dumping mouth-fulls of the white liquid into his mouth before swallowing it. Whatever the liquid was, it wasn't milk, or at least not cow's milk. It was sweeter with a chalky texture on his tongue, but he decided that he didn't hate the flavor.

As he continued his liquid meal, he began to notice two things. First, while he didn't hate the taste of the milk, he realized that he derived more comfort and pleasure from the act of sucking on it. While he always tended to naw on his pens and pencils when he was younger, he never derived this much pleasure from his oral fixation to this extent. The second thing was that as the hunger in his stomach slowly dissipated, the bottle did not seem to run out of it. It was bottomless despite being about the size of an actual baby bottle meant for babies.

The woman feeding him removed the bottle from his mouth

"Hey!"

While it wasn't until now did he realize that his stomach felt like it would burst from all of the milk, he suddenly missed having something in his mouth. Almost as if she read his thoughts, the woman whose lap he was in was handed a matching-blue pacifier and stuffed it in his mouth. He robotically started to suck on the false nipple and found the act comforting.

It was probably some sort of design in the program to flood his brain with endorphins whenever he is sucking on something to replicate the oral stage in child development.

Not that he cared really. Sucking on the pacifier felt good.

"Alright. I think you're all set. Let's introduce you to the others."

The woman holding him stood up - unencumbered by his size and weight relative to her - as he laid his head against her shoulder, the mix of a full-stomach and the calming effect the binky had on him making him drowsy. Both women walked through the other door in the room and entered into the rest of the simulation.