Chapter #7Meeting Mommy April and Mama Molly by: whatever   Amy pulls open the door revealing two gorgeous young woman. You’re jaw would have hit the traytable of the high chair if not for the pacifier gagging you. Both woman were stunning, the first one to step into the room had long blonde and piercing blue eyes. She wore a tight pink crop top that pushed her breasts tightly together as they jiggled with each step. Hey eyes settled on you and and her ruby red lips curled into a smile.
Stepping in behind her you watched the other woman step in. She had much darker brown hair and instead of being thick and long like the blonde her hair was much shorter, her sides trimmed low and the poof of hair on top was pushed to one side, covering her left eye slightly. Instead of a crop top she wore a white t-shirt and a small black jacket.
“April, Molly,” Lily said to the blonde and brunette respectively, “meet you new little bundle of joy.”
The two girls happily stepped forward, the blonde taking the lead as she leaned over to get a better look at you while the brunette stood tall behind her, her eyes narrowed as she smirked down at you.
“Aren’t you just the cutest little thing!” April, the blonde, cooed as leaned down, her breasts nearly spilling from her top as got eye level with you.
You tried not to look, not wanting them to think you were some kind of perv, and instead shook your head wildly, hoping they’d understand and take pity on you.
“Aw she’s shy,” April cooed, seemingly intentionally misunderstanding what you were trying to convey.
“She is rather cute huh?” Molly finally chimed in before looking towards Lily, “do you mind if I check out everything before we move forward with payment?”
“Of course,” Lily said, gesturing for her to come forward, “what kind of business woman would I be if I didn’t allow you to see the merchandise before a sale was completed.”
You didn’t like being referred to as “merchandise” as you glared up at Lily. Molly smirked as she stepped up beside April. Instead of lowering herself to your level she stood tall, seemingly enjoying herself as she lorded over you in the high chair.
“Come to Mama Molly sweetheart,” she said in a mocking tone as she reached down towards you.
In one quick motion the highchair table is pulled back, freeing you from your seat, but before you could try to bolt you are effortlessly lifted up by your armpits as she holds you out in front of her. You tried to squirm but her grip was too tight.
“Ohh a little feisty, that’s kind of fun,” Molly said with a giggle as she carried you across the room towards a table.
She set you down on your back and held up a finger and her face turned stern.
“Settle,” she commanded, her tone scaring you a little as you laid still, “good, now let’s take a look.”
The next few minutes were awkward torture as Molly seemed to be scanning every inch of your body. She pulled at your arms, your hair, your legs, even reaching into the front of your diaper. As her hand wrapped around your cock your tensed nervously as her fingers fiddled with your appendage. You had a hard time reading her reaction but you thought you saw a tinge of excitement in her eye before she released your hardening penis and set you on the table before her.
“The hair isn’t quite what we were hoping for but everything else seems perfect,” Molly said to April before turning to Lily, “I assume you have the supplements we discussed?”
“Of course,” Lily said holding out a pink diaper bag which Molly took, “Inside you’ll find everything you’ll need to get started. Diapers, dresses, onesies, legal paperwork, and of course your lactation pills.”
Your eyes widened in horror as April smiled wildly at the last object.
“I should warn the two of you that the lactation pills do have a few small side affects. Chest sensitivity, mild mood swings, and heightened sex drive.”
“Oh I like the sound of that,” Molly says before giving April a firm pat on her rear, a light squeal escaping her smile.
You couldn’t believe what was happening as these woman seemed to be wrapping up the transaction. You stood on the table and pointed to the pacifier at April, who seemed like the nicer of the three.
“Oh does someone wanna say something?” April smiled as she lifted you up into her arms and thankfully undid the pacifier from your head.
“This is crazy!” you exclaimed the moment the pacifier was pulled from your lips, “Ladies, I’m not going to be sold of as your adoptive daughter! Now I’ve had enough of this baby crap for one day so I expect you to let me go right now or else I-mphhh!”
“That’s enough out of you young lady,” Molly said in a teasing tone as forced the pacifier back into your mouth, cutting you off mid sentence, “We’ll be having none of that understood? First off, you will address me as Mama and my lovely wife April you will address as Mommy. Second, no more of those adult words out of you. You are our precious little girl and we won’t tolerate such bad language, otherwise you may find yourself over my knee.”
“Don’t worry dear,” April tried to soothe you as she bounced you gently in her arms against her chest, “You’ll learn to love being our little bundle of joy. But in the mean time, we will have to be a little more strict with these outbursts.”
“Speaking of which,” Lily interrupts, “Transporting him like this so early on may be a bit of a hassle if he tries to escape so I think I’ve got just the thing.”
From her chest you watch as Lily pulls a small glass vial with a spray pump at the top out from between her breasts. She smiles down at you before spraying the vial onto your face. You wince, unsure of what’s happening as the three woman watch it take hold. Your eyes grow heavier and heavier with every passing second. Your vision blurs as the three woman smile down at you.
“Nighty night baby,” is the last thing you hear before you pass out.
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