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You find yourself shrunk while dropping off your 2 year old daughter at Good Hands DayCare
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Chapter #4

Feeding

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The robot nanny returns. It gently picks you up and carries you over the what seems to be the only adult there. "Hi, there little one," she said. You look at her and realized she is gorgeous. You think to yourself that if you were the right size again, you would ask her out in a heartbeat. She had long, blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. And she appeared to be only in her late 20's. "Are you hungry, baby," she aks. She then proceeds to pull her shirt up, undo her bra and then proceeds to breatfeed you. Dazed by her beauty, you don't even hesitate and just began to suck, noting that it actually doesn't taste that bad. "Mmm," you think, "I could get use to this." You find yourself getting full pretty quick and after 10 -15 mins, she pulls you away and straightens her clothes out. After burping you, and as if the nanny knew, it returns right on time to take you from her. "See you soon, baby. The nanny's is going to get you..."

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