"Someone has earned their dessert tonight. Now, does baby need his baba?"
My eyes grew wide as I knew what that normally meant and got very excited. I really wanted to have a bottle and couldn’t wait to taste more of the delicious milk. You buttoned up my onesie and patted my padded, still erect penis and stood up.
As you arose, the other girls all came over to lift me upwards. I could feel that I was a bit off balance on my feet, but with Brittany and heather on either side of me, I was fine. It was Riley I was more concerned about as she stood behind us and patted, pinched, and prodded my butt. I liked the attention, but she seemed to like doing this more than I anticipated anyone would.
I was lead onto the couch and laid down, my head resting against the armrest, while my feet were pressed against the other, pushing my knees upwards and towards my hips. I was used to similar positions, as you had me in them several times before, so this wasn’t uncomfortable. You walked towards me afterwards, showing off the bottle in your hand.
I reached upwards and grabbed at the air in the direction of the bottle, earning a giggle from you and laughter from the other girls in the room. Too excited and on edge, I barely took notice of them. All I wanted was you to feed me. Fortunately, you weren’t going to make me wait very long.
“What’s the magic words, sweety?” I knew this. You always had these small indications of what you wanted and I had learned your queues.
“I want my baba, mommy. Pwease!” I said, smiling widely and grabbing towards you again. The laughter in the room increased, but you just smiled wider, the warmth in your eyes melting away any shortcomings I had. I trusted you and I was beginning to feel more comfortable with the girls here. I wanted to be your baby and for you to show me off.
Leaning over, you placed the bottle on the end table. I moaned, wanting to taste it soon, but you moved over, grabbed either side of my head and kissed me. My moan turned to a sigh in your mouth and my arms sank to either side of my body.
Pulling away from the kiss, you also move my body upwards so that I am sitting up. You sit down behind me and then begin to lay me back down onto your lap, making sure that my arm is moved to wrap around your waist so as not to hurt either of us. Gently, the bottle was placed onto my lips.
I suck the milk into my mouth like a man dying of thirst. I was ready for it and I was so excited for mommy to know how much I wanted it. The taste, after everything that had happened, was amazing. The wonderful flavours flowing onto my tongue and filling up my tummy were sensational.
The others laughing had stopped by this point. I hadn’t noticed before, but it suddenly occurred to me. I turned to look at them and noticed their reactions were very different from each other.
Heather sat closest to us, moving a chair to place herself near to my feet. She rested her elbows on her knees, placing her chin on her hands and staring intently. She looked excited and happy. The smile she was giving me looked similar to yours: warm and elated, like she really was caring.
Riley sat on the edge of the table closest to us, barely a foot between her and I. She gave the same predatory look she kept flashing my way. She was definitely turned on. If it weren’t for all of the babying going on, she probably would have tried to take me in some way. Behind that, however, I could tell that she was having a lot of fun with everything that was happening.
Brittany was the only expression I had difficulty reading. While she stood behind the others, she stared intently at us, obviously interested in what was going on, but she kept looking at my diaper and the bottle as well. Combine that with how she was poking the diaper through the onesie before and I could have sworn that she seemed to be interested in more than just having a big baby like me. As our eyes met, she licked her lips lightly and brought her hand up to her mouth, moaning softly as she bit her knuckle.
‘I should really ask if she wants to have a playdate.’ I thought to myself.
Suddenly, I was pulled back to you as you ran your hand through my hair. I looked into your eyes and I saw the same, gorgeous, warm and caring smile I had grown to love. I smiled back around the bottle and nuzzled my head backwards into your hand.
I feel the bottle slowly start to run out of milk. I moan, still feeling hungry and wanting more, but the bottle runs dry. You start to pull it away, but I can tell this isn’t enough. “Mommy.” I say, the need in my voice raising it an octave. “I want more milky.”
The cooing of the guests fills the air. You smile down at me wider before kissing my forehead. “It’s ok, my little boy. You can have more. Do you want it warm?” My eyes alight as you make this suggestion and I nod my head excitedly. You giggle softly at my enthusiasm. “Brittany, there are more bottles in the fridge. Can you warm one up for the hungry little guy?”
Brittany nods, pulling her hand away from her mouth and begins to turn around when I speak up. “Um, can I not have a baba anymore? Can I have...a drink?”
The others look at us with confusion at this. You just smile down and give a small sigh. “You are a very greedy baby. You are also my special little boy, so I think you can for now.” With that you pull of your top. The others all know what’s going on now.
“Oh!” Brittany states, her hand resuming its former position.
“Mmm.” Moans Heather, leaning forward and moving her hands to grip her knees.
“You two are so hot right now.” Riley whispers, nipples erect inside of her top. She must have a very soft bra on.
Your breasts are freed completely as you remove your bra. The glorious D-cups that I have grown to love so much are in front of my face again. I lean upwards for just a moment, the excitement taking me, but I know that I need to be patient. I rest back on your hand and let whatever you want happen.
“Hehe,” you laugh, softly, “Someone’s excited, isn’t he? That’s my good boy.” With that, you bring your right hand to my cheek and guide my mouth to your nipple.
Gently, I lick your areola and nipple, eliciting a moan from you in pleasure. I can’t handle too much teasing, so I wrap my mouth around the area I just moistened and gently nibbled on it a few times before I began to suckle and was rewarded with the greatest treat of all.
As the immaculate flavour begins to pour into my awaiting mouth, both of us moan together. The sensation of drinking from you combined with the intimate way you held me and the sweet drink I was swallowing was relaxing and exciting all at once. I savoured as much as I could while still making sure to stimulate and swallow.
You regained your awareness quicker then me and looked at the others, watching as they were enraptured with the display we presented. Your eyes were heavy, but you still gave them the same smile you had given me, warm and caring with a hint of sultry. Moaning again, you spoke up. “Mmmm, good boy. Drink all you want. Mommy has plenty to make you happy.”
The girls gawked for a few minutes, the only noises being the gentle suckling and your pleasured moans. Finally, Riley spoke up. “Damn, girl. That is so hot. I need to have something soon.”
You laughed slightly, not able to muster much as your nerves were exploding in pleasure. Catching your breath, you began to speak. “He is so good and I love doing this for him. It helps us both to relax and connect.” You adjusted your arms, cradling my head and shoulders in your left arm like I were a small child, and moving your right arm to rub my tummy gently.
I sighed into your boob again before realising how every sensation had effected my body. My erection was dying down, no longer tenting the diaper at this moment and I could tell that I needed to go to the potty. There wasn’t any pain, just pressure as I could feel that I was going to use my diaper before we were done. Seeing no alternative, and not wanting to move, I let it all go and used my diaper for the second time in front of these women.
The noise of my fluid being expelled filed the air and all of the women noticed. You were the only one who commented, though. “Oh my. Baby boy just got so happy he messed his diapee.What a good boy.” With that, you moved your hand over my semi-hard, diaper clad penis and began to rub it.
You had never stroked me like this while I was wetting before and I had a strange combination of feelings. On the one hand, I felt incredibly sensitive to the touch and could feel myself almost vibrating from the pleasurable stimulus. On the other, I was still urinating and it made my cock feel relaxed, almost like you were giving me a massage and allowing all of the built up pressure to release. The gradual decline of the pee stream slowed eventually, almost matching perfectly with your right breast emptying of milk, and I released my mouth, panting.
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