Life ain't nothin but a funny, funny riddle...

Lauren sat in the lap of Mrs. Miller, wondering what curse was put on her for her to deserve any of this. Sure, she might have been a bit mean. Sure, she bullied Rachel and Jessica when she was younger. But that's what growing up is about. Now, Lauren felt like she'd grown down! A woman in her twenties sat in a flowery diaper on the lap of the most maternal looking woman in the world, bouncing her knee to try and cheer Lauren up. But there'd be no joy from Lauren. Not today.

"Suze, the kid doesn't want to be happy right now, just let her fuss a bit till we get home. She'll tire herself out." Mr. Miller said.

"Ezekiel Miller, you know that is not my way as a mother. Little Lily has had a very exhausting day, you'd be fussy too if you got bit by a tarantula and his friends."

"Still. Kid just seems determined to be mad." The truck took a left down a winding long dirt road, and Lauren could see a massive farmhouse dead ahead. The Millers were the real deal. 3 grain silos, 2 barns, a field of wheat so long she didn't think it would ever end. Lauren could explore for days and probably not even see half what the property had to offer. Especially with her stubby fat legs.

"Alright Lily. Welcome to your new home." Mrs. Miller cooed.

Mr. Miller picked Lauren up and carried her inside the farmhouse. It was a quaint farmhouse, old and filled with farm tools, overalls hanging on hooks, a shelf full of old toys and other knick knacks. Lauren was looking around in awe, when she saw a new woman come into her point of view. A girl who must be in her 20s as well, womanly and blonde like Mrs.Miller, and with the huge breasts just like her.

"Hi mom, hi dad. Dinner's ready."

"Oh Cassandra, you will just make the perfect housewife someday. This is your new sister, Lily. Say hi Lily."

Lauren whined, turning her head not to look. She was not only jealous of her breasts, but she'd caught sight of her own flat chest in the mirror and got upset. She missed her falsies so much.

"Oh, she's a little brat." Cassandra laughed.

"No kidding," Said Mr. Miller. "Let's eat."

The Millers sat down at their table, and doled out their foot. It was a beautiful pork roast, with green beans and carrots on the side. Apple cider was passed around in a jug, and once everyone's food had been handed out, they stopped to say grace. Lauren meanwhile, was stuck firmly in Mrs. Miller's lap.

"Amen. Yum!" Mr. Miller began attacking the food. Lauren looked around and realized she didn't have a plate. But it looked so delicious, and she was starving!

"Now I think I know why little Lily was so fussy. She's hungry." Mrs. Miller opened her dress and removed her right breast, and before Lauren could open her mouth long enough to protest, she'd placed her tit right into Lauren's mouth. Lauren was being breastfed! What the hell? She tried to push back from the breast, struggling to get away from the nipple, but with a steady hand, Mrs. Miller pressed Lauren's head down so that she'd have to choice but to stay. Lauren realized she wasn't going to get food at all if she didn't cooperate. Her stomach grumbled and growled, reverberating through her pot belly. Could this day get any worse?

Lauren, with shame and tears started to suck away. Trying to latch on painfully to spite Mrs. Miller, Lauren only made the tough farm woman laugh. She was an experienced mother. A little bite wouldn't hurt at all. Milk flowed into Lauren's mouth, and the sweet taste almost made her gag at first, but she pressed on. She was too hungry. After a while, Lauren started to like it. A lot. She began to take enthusiastic gulps from Mrs. Miller's teat, relishing the taste as much as she could. Perhaps it was because she was so honest to God hungry that any food would taste gourmet to Lauren? Perhaps she was just too tired to fight it and accepted what food she could find? Or maybe, the humiliation of it all excited Lauren? Whatever it is, Lauren's belly began to balloon out even more, as she drained more milk than she'd realized.
Lauren let go of Mrs. Miller's breast. Dinner was long over, and the others had left to do their own chores and nighttime routines. Lauren burped, feeling like a heavy weight was in her stomach. How much had she drunk? Mrs. Miller could outpace a Holstein cow with those udders, why couldn't Lauren have tits like that?

"Good girl. See, now that you're full you feel better, huh?"
Lauren's belly was pushed out as far as it could go. She'd truly gone from potbellied to a beer belly to rival any father. Only she had a milk belly. Lauren was too tired to notice the weight shift in her body and could only go wide eyed in horror as the milk passed right through her gut and into her diaper. She peed and pooped herself again.

"Oh, I felt that. Someone needs a change and a bath." Mrs. Miller picked Lauren up and carried her to the upstairs.