Off the Rails and Into the Woods – Ch. 13 (Tier 2+)

There may be something more amazing than a crisp, late summer morning in the country. But if there is, I honestly don't know about it.

It's just so peaceful out here! No germy people, no health regulations and curfews and social distancing. Heck, out here there's not a soul for miles around – not besides me and Will, that is. Just two country sweethearts, living out our best rural dreams…

I sigh and straighten up from beside Priscilla, our new goat, glancing with satisfaction down at the foamy milk sloshing gently in the bottom of my bucket. She gazes back over her sunlit shoulder at me with yellow-eyed impatience, and I laugh and pat her hairy hindquarters. "Okay, you're done, girl! Thank you kindly for the milk. Baby's gonna love it so much!"

Of course he will. I mean, how could he not?

I'm humming softly as I clip Priscilla back on her tie-out and then pad to the back door, relishing the dewy grass brushing against my naked toes. Yeah, who needs shoes around here? I just feel so much more whole without those modern shoes getting between me and Mother Earth. I need that connection, you know. I need to be in touch with her: one mother to another, really. Both of us nourishing the sweet, wonderful life that depends on us so much…

Hmm, he's not up yet? I don't hear him squirming around in there like he usually is. I haven't been tying him at bedtime anymore these past weeks – not since he's finally become so obedient. But even so, he's usually rustling around in there, that big diaper butt of his shifting around under the covers like the cutest bowling ball ever. And he's usually whining a bit behind his paci, obviously hungry and maybe wanting a change…

But not this morning. Hmm… maybe it's because of that new sleep supplement I added to last night's feeding?

Whatever. I need to prep his bottle first. Here we go! Open goes that lovely big bottle… and in goes all of Priscilla's milk, through the strainer. Hmm. One quart and a half? That's pretty good. Now… where did I put that fiber supplement? Ah, there – next to the passion flower and poppy! And now some dandelion and horsetail, and lots of chicory to keep him regular…

Oh, what the hay – let's throw in another dose of that sedating supplement from last night again. No one ever took too many naps, right? And now mix it all together – easy as that! One nice big bottle of milk for my dearest Will!

He's not exactly asleep when I tiptoe in, shrugging my blouse down my shoulders and allowing my bare breasts to bound free. He's gazing quietly up at the ceiling, and my heart almost melts to see him there, paci still in his mouth, lying with splayed legs and limp arms like the best little obedient baby that ever was. "Hey, morning time!" I tell him – and the wondering look in his eyes as he slowly turns his head and stares up at me is… well, it's truly wonderful.

"Come here, honey," I urge, settling down beside him and hoisting him up into his customary position across my lap. He's heavy, of course – and getting heavier, thanks no doubt to how well he's been eating – but I'm still able to manage. I catch a flicker of interest as his eyes travel down over my exposed nipples, and I smile softly… confidently… thrilling to see how much he's coming to crave the very epitome of my motherly nature.

"Aww, you want some milk, don't you? Well, open up!" I must admit, it does twinge a little bit when I have to guide not my own heavy breast, but the warm bottle into his mouth. If only my own milk would come in! We've been doing everything right, after all. I've been meditating… taking every lactation-encouraging herb I know of to help… letting him dry-suckle over and over throughout the day… cuddling naked next to him to remind my body of the one who needs it. But still nothing…

Well, it will happen eventually. Until then, I'll simply hold him close, propping the bottle in his hungry mouth. I'll watch in fond delight as he burps and suckles and gulps his noisy way through the first bottle of the day.

And on the bright side, it does mean that I have more time to focus on the other parts of his care and training.

"Hmm… no leaks? That's so good! Mommy must have done a good job wrapping your leaky butt up last night!" I'm caressing his thickly padded crotch through his locking sleeper, same as always – but this morning he's even more responsive than usual. I can feel his cock straining within, it's respectable length engorging and pressing deeper into the soggy padding of his diapers. Good, good. He's getting so used to cumming in them. So very used to it that… well, hopefully he'll never again think about anything else. Or any one else-

No. Out, negative energy! I simply can't let myself think about what Will has done in the past. I can't let my aura get clogged with negativity. I need to stay calm… positive… encouraging. "Who's my good baby," I soothe, and even as I speak the words I feel my heart bound with relief and pride. He is. He so is. "Who's my sweet, excited little diaper baby? Is it you?"

He can't respond around the bottle, of course, but I don't expect him to. I just need that quiet blink of his eyes… and the smacking sounds of his drooly lips… and the limp weight of his body as I press the bottle deeper into his hungry mouth. Oh, yes. He's mine, all right. All mine.

And now… let's add his morning affirmations, just to start out right. Thank goodness I have everything right here in the little bedside table, right within reach!

Into his ears I tuck those little wireless earbuds I found online. On goes his training mantras. And then I fetch the wand from its now-customary drawer. On it goes… down over his belly to between his splayed legs… and pressing at last down into his thick diaper.

A minute later, he's gurgling and wriggling like the needy baby he always is nowadays. Less than a minute after that, he's spasming, obviously cumming right into his pants. Sure, he has less stamina than ever, but that doesn't matter – not for my baby. All that matters is that he finds his pleasure through me, and only me.

But then… well, to my own mild surprise, and even as he resumes his suckling and blinks vacantly upward once more, I smell something. The telltale sign of a poopy diaper. And sure enough, a hand on his booty confirms it: sensing not only the growing swell of a significant mess within, but the hot warmth of yet another burst from his silly bladder.

Aww, what a cutie! He just came and messed and wet himself all at once! Now I wonder if he even noticed?

***

Thirsty. Need. Milk. Drink. Thirsty.

Will's fogged mind had ceased to bother with complete sentences. These days… well, there was no point. No one to talk to. No way to say anything. Not around his paci. Or his bottle.

Mmm… bottle. Drink. Thirsty.

He blinked vacantly up at the ceiling, but no coherent thoughts formed in his head. Huh. Empty. Need. Drink. No move. Haa-? Haaaann-? No. Not right. Muh. Muh muh. Muh mee. Moh… mee…

A tinkling river of music rippled through his mind, and he blinked, unsure of whether it had always been there or he had just now noticed it. An unaccountable urge welled up within him in response: a nameless emotion. Something massive… undeniable… urgent. He had to- to do something. Had to… open? Had to… oh… suck…?

Suck. Yes. Suck. Paci. Yummy. Good.

And closed went his eyes once more. For uncounted seconds he suckled: habitually. Instinctively. Because he… well, because he already was. And because his mind couldn't think of anything else to do.

So it was that sometime later, he vaguely came out of his nap-like slumber to feel those soft, strong hands lifting him up… that familiar voice cooing down… and that nice, earthy scent of Mommy's naked bosom filling his nose. "Shh… afternoon snack, honey bun. Open up…"

Of course he did. His mouth was already agape from the pacifier that had somehow come out of it. And in went the familiar, yielding warmth he loved. So soft. So nice. Smelled so… good…

But even as he suckled once more, drifting slowly back into his dreamy haze, something strange seemed to cover his tongue. Something… wet. Creamy. A very strange taste… different from his bottle… But good. Very good. Nice. Sweet. Wet.

He was far too dazed to understand what had just happened, or why when Hannah pulled him away some time later, she let out a strangled gasp and burst into quiet tears of joy. He was much too far gone to comprehend. He was just… Will. Her erstwhile husband turned baby. And he'd just tasted his first few drops ever of his wife's breast milk.

(To be concluded!)