Milk for Breakfast

Sabine held Marinette against her hip as she brought her onto the living room and sitting on the couch. Marinette surmised that whatever weird magic that was doing all of this made her lighter so that her mom could carry her like this.

"Alright Marinette, let's get you fed."

All the blood rished out of Marinette's face before returning as a red-hot blush when her mom started unbuttoning her shirt, revealing a nursing bra. She undid one of them, revealing a dark, erect nipple.

"No! Mommy, I don't want that!" Said Marinette, too overcome with horror to realize she said 'Mommy' instead of 'Mom.'

"You'll feel a whole lot better once we fill that tummy up," said Sabine as she led Marinette to her breast.

The second Marinette's lips touched her mom's nipple, she felt an instinct overcome her and she starting nursing her. Will all her might, she tried to suck as much milk into her body as she could manage, swallowing just as fast as it went into her mouth. She could barely taste it, though she was surprised at how sweet it was. While the intake of milk was slow and minor, she could feel her stomach fill up with it with amazing speed.

She felt her tummy rumble. Not in a 'hungry' way, but in a 'my tummy is too full' sort of way. As her brain fogged up from the taste of mommy's milk, she bent her legs inward to try and cuddle up against mommy. The milk started to run low and Marinette's train of thought came back on, and it was then did she realize that she had just starting pooping herself.

No! Stop it! Stop coming out! I'm supposed to use the big girl potty!

She tried to stop as she continued to mess herself, but it was as though she had forgotten how. She wracked her brain on how to hold it in or how to stop it, but all she had gotten for her trouble was that she felt fresh pee gushing into her padding.

When the milk ran dry, her lips were still trying to get more milk but to no avail. The smell of her accident reached up to her nose and tears started leaking out of her eyes. She put her hands over her eyes and quietly sobbed to herself.

"What's wrong baby? Did someone have an accident? Well don't worry. I'll have you all nice and clean again in just a minute."

She felt her mom pat her back and Marinette gave a light burp, which didn't help the poor girl's declining self-esteem.

To Adrien's surprise, it was Natalie who came to get him. She managed to pick him up from under his shoulders, especially impressive considering he was almost as tall as she was and she carried him to the nearby changing table.

"Natalie, please you don't need to..."

"Good morning to you too, Adrien," said Natalie. In a move completely unlike the surrogate mother he grew up with Natalie spoke to him with a coo, almost as if he was an actual baby babbling at her.

She undid the tapes of his soiled diaper, opened it and got to work wiping him down. As mortifying as it was having Natalie do this to him at this age, he couldn't help but notice a few things. For one, his pelvic area was completely devoid of hair.

After changing his diaper for the first time in 15 years, Natalie brought him over to the couch and picked up a bottle. It was small, a bottle meant to be fed to an actual baby, and it was full of a white substance.

"Wait, you don't--"

She managed to silence him by sticking the rubber nipple of the bottle into his mouth, and suddenly his mouth went on autopilot as he started drinking the contents. The liquid wasn't cow's milk, but rather some kind of warm water mixed with a chalky powder-substance. It must have been some kind of formula. While the bottle looked small and the liquid came in a trickle, the liquid filled up his stomach without issue.

He looked up and saw Natalie. She gave him a relaxed smile as she bottle-fed him.

He felt a strange warmth overcome him as he curled up against her. He was so relaxed, that he barely reacted when she swapped the empty bottle for a large green pacifier, the act of sucking on it filling him with an odd rush of dopamine.