Chapter #6Full Disclosure by: chaos   “Oh, okay,” Bobby compliantly responded as he looked at the highchair. His mom never removed it from the dinning room, telling him that he might like to use it some day. He had scoffed at that, believing that he would rather die then sit in a baby chair. Apparently, disappointing his babysitter was worse then death because he had agreed to sit in it. He regretted his decision until he saw Brittany smiling brightly at him, pleased that he had agreed. Seeing her beautiful smile made up for his hurt pride.
As Brittany placed the food on the table, Bobby stared at the highchair like it was an old enemy. He hated it, but for Brittany he would do anything. He kept standing beside it and staring until Brittany spoke up, “Is there something wrong?”
Blushing Bobby meekly looked down at his feet as he answered softly in embarrassment. “I…Um…Can’t get up on my own.” Brittany nearly slapped herself in the forehead for her stupid oversight. Bobby had trouble sitting in the big chairs of, course he couldn’t get into his high chair without some help. Now it was Brittany’s turn to feel bad as she saw her first big mistake when taking care of Bobby, she always needed to be aware if he needed help. His size left him so helpless; he needed her to take care of him just like if he was a little boy. She reaffirmed that she needed to take careful care of the young teen, mothering him even if he didn’t think he felt it was unnecessary. Thinking about nurturing the cute boy sent a tingle running through Brittany’s body and she felt herself starting to get worked up. Quickly she tended to Bobby, reminding herself to regain some control.
“Let me help,” she cooed, her voice music to Bobby’s ears. Once more he was in her arms, his feet leaving the ground as she effortless plucked him up. The warm feeling of being held by her returned and he felt disappointed as he was placed in the highchair. He wiggled around in the plastic seat, finding it a little bit tight. “It’s a little bit small, but it’s okay,” he told Brittany, pushing the plastic tray out a little more so he had more room. Brittany’s smile returned full force when she saw him seated comfortably and she giggled at his comment before placing his food on the tray in front of him. “Don’t worry, maybe you’ll slim down soon and you’ll fit perfectly, like you did when you were younger.”
“If I slim down anymore, people will start stepping on me,” Bobby joked, not imaging himself capable of being any smaller then he was now. As he popped some macaroni into his mouth, he stared ahead and found himself looking Brittany strait into Brittany’s shimmering blue eyes. It was rare to be able to look anyone in the eyes unless they were bending down to meet him face-to-face. He found the view from the highchair nice, he could look at Brittany’s face without having her breasts looming above him. Although, he wasn’t that bothered by the idea of staring at those sweater puppies hanging over his head.
“If you were smaller, you wouldn’t have to worry about being stepped on. I’d keep you safe and close to me all the time. No one’s going to squish my cute, little Bobby.” Brittany’s words had a strange effect on Bobby, as he felt his cheeks brighten and a warm feeling settle in his stomach. He had protective women in his life, his mom a huge one, but none of them ever made him actually long to be protected before. It wasn’t just that he thought he’d be safe with Brittany; it was that being with her felt good. Even if she did view him more as a boy then a man, he felt happy about it.
“You don’t need me to feed you do I?” She said teasingly, a slight eager edge in her voice. Bobby shook his head, having been fed once today was enough for him and he wanted her to do something much more important then feed him, he wanted her to tell him about herself. He knew she was sweat, he knew she was beautiful, he knew she had the nicest buns that he had ever seen, but he wanted to know more about the person. He asked her to talk about herself and she eagerly did, telling him all about her life.
Bobby was intrigued to learn that Brittany had grown up in the next town with just her mother and older sister. Her mother had to work a lot because her father had left them just after she was born and her sister pretty much raised her. She talked about her love of animals and children, that she discovered her love of helping those that couldn’t take care of themselves at nursery school where she often helped look after the babies. She said that there was nothing more rewarding in this world then holding a baby in your arms and feeling his love. She had tried to pursue her love with a nursing degree, but had to drop out after the third semester because she didn’t have enough money. It was heartbreaking to know that she had to abandon her dreams for now, but she finished her story with renewed hope.
“I’m living with my sister in her apartment. It’s a little small, but it’ll make due until I can find my own place. My sister has been very helpful, offering to give me any financial aid to get back to college and offering to let me stay with her for as long as I like. I’m taking the babysitting jobs to help out with rent, even though she told me that I don’t need to. She doesn’t want me feeling that I owe her anything.”
“Your sister seems like a really great person, I’d love to meet her,” Bobby said, reflecting on everything he had been told. He now knew how dedicated Brittany was to her dream and how close a bond she had with her sister. The way Brittany talked about her made the woman out to be an even bigger sweetheart then herself.
“Silly,” Brittany giggled. “You already know her. She’s your English teacher.”
Bobby nearly choked on his chicken nuggets. Miss Miller was Brittany’s sister? The sweet, caring sister was his tough, overbearing English teacher. He had known Miss Miller since he started high school. His mom had asked that he be shown around the school when he began and Miss Miller had been his guide, telling him what he needed to know and scolding him severely at the most minor mistakes he made. She wasn’t exactly mean, but she took no slack from anymore, demanding obedience even if you weren’t her student. She was so unlike the kindhearted Brittany that the only thing he could see them having in common was both were beautiful women.
“Oopsy, maybe you do need me to feed you,” Brittany giggled as some of his meal slid down his chin after getting the biggest shock of his short life. “Or maybe a bib would help.” Bobby’s face burned as he blushed under the playful eyes of the girl he had quickly developed a crush on. Brittany pulled a napkin from beside her and brought it to her face. Dabbing the napkin with her tongue, she brought it to Bobby’s chin and started cleaning him up. Bobby froze as she wiped his face clean again, only this time she was using her own spit. He knew it was childish, but just the thought that Brittany’s drool was touching him, made him glow even brighter.
“Now, I know my sister might seem a tad dominating, but underneath it she’s one of the kindest persons I’ve ever met. She just likes having things under control so everyone is happy and tends to think discipline is needed. If you just get to know her like I do, you’ll find a warm, caring and fun woman, just like me!” Bobby nodded slowly, not exactly sure if Brittany was right or if she had rose coloured glasses when it came to her sister. He wouldn’t mind improving his relationship with Miss Miller, but he wasn’t sure if he’d ever have fun with his teacher. For now he’d forget it, he had finished his dinner and wanted to see what else he could do with Brittany. His glass of milk sat beside him, half finished. He had been nursing it as he ate, but kept on drinking it. If Brittany thought drinking it would make him big and strong, he’d drink it right from the source.
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