"Oh Yay!" She exclaims, pulling you against her, in an affectionate embrace, and pressing you against her breasts, which were now nearly as large as your head.
"Oh, I will take good care of my widdle man, I pwomise!" She cooes.
"Now, first let's get baby dressed right!"
As she cradles you in her arms, beneath her breasts, you begin to wonder what she is talking about. She carries you through the house to her room, and sets you on the bed.
"Now, stay here, for a moment, Baby. Mommy doesn't want you to get hurt."
You feel a tinge of embarrassment in your gut at her speaking to you this way. You watch her from the bed, as she goes into her closet to get something. You gasp a little, as she turns around with a legless, yellow, baby onsie.
"Beth, do I have to wear that?" You say, surprising yourself at just how winy you really sound.
"Yes, you do!" She says, sternly, "Baby will look Sooo cute in this!" She cooes, making you blush a little.
"Here, suckle this for awhile, Sweetie." She says, pressing a pacifier between your lips, causing you to blush even deeper.
Then, she quickly, and expertly works the babyish article over you. When she is done, you feel Soo chilidish and silly.
"There!" She says, scooping you back up into her arms, "See? Baby wooks soo cute!"
All you can do is blush bright red behind your pacifier.
"Now, then, I think it's time for.."