"I guess it's lunchtime," Daniel nodded awkwardly, clearly both struggling to take his eyes off Heather, but also a little overwhelmed by the reality of it all. "We should probably get something to eat, don't you think?"
Heather grinned back at him, enjoying the new power that seemed to come with her unconventional outfit, not to mention how cute she felt newly cradled by its soft bulk between her legs.
"I don't know," she winked. "I think that'd be your job to sort out, right now, wouldn't it... Daddy...?"
Daniel visibly winced a little at that moniker, but despite surely knowing Heather was teasing him, he did indeed go scurrying off towards the kitchen to fulfill his obligations. This really might not be so bad at all, reflected Heather, if it meant being waited on hand and foot in every way imaginable. After all, if she was truly playing 'baby' right now, that might just be what was logically required.
Returning from the kitchen only a few minutes later, Daniel came bearing some crudely hashed together cheese sandwiches and a drink of juice filling what must have been the biggest glass beaker he could have found in the entire kitchen. The intention there was pretty clear; Heather knew if she drank all that right now, she'd end up obliged to pee it all back out again within the hour, like some kind of elaborate human 'drink-and-wet' doll. But if that was really what Daniel wanted from her right now, maybe Heather should just try and find a way to embrace every part of it.
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