[#209] Playing Baby Girls

"I'm not tired!" I said sharply with my hands balled at my sides.  Mommy had already gotten my sister and I dressed for bed - she wore a yellow nightie and I wore a purple one, to match our diapers.  Not that we needed them!  Or, at least, I didn't.  My sister was another story.  She'd taken to this whole "baby" thing like a fly to honey.  Mommy sighed and shook her head, lowering the railing on our crib.  But there was no way I was gonna lay down this early!

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Florence was stupid.  She complained about everything, but this was the best our lives had ever been!  I didn't even want to think about things had been like before - when Florence was my girlfriend and not my sister.  I loved my life so, so, so much.  But... this was an opportunity.  I wasn't sure what it was about Mommy's milk that made me feel the way I did, but one taste and the world went fuzzy and I felt warm and tingly in ways that I had never dreamed of before.

And if Florence was already whining, I could turn this to my advantage.

"Me either!  I'm not tired!"  I stomped my foot for emphasis, but couldn't keep my eyes from Mommy's chest.

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I let out a long and played up maternal sigh, eying the crib that the girls both would soon be laid down for bed in and I made sure they heard and saw everything that I did.

"Well, I guess I can find two other pretty baby girls who want to crawl into a pretty crib with their Mommy and be fed, together, cuddled up on either side of me. And I guess I can get Effie," Who was the little grey stuffie clutched protectively against one of my little protesters chests right now, "a new baby girl to take care of him, too, right? Cause you two are both such big girls, aren't you?"

Before panic could set in, I nodded to the crib.

"C'mon you two, no more fussing."

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I looked at Maria with burning red cheeks and then down at my feet.  Mommy always won.  Always.  But it was so early and I wasn't tired, and... I looked up at Mommy as she started to climb into our crib.  Huh?  Why was she getting in our crib?

I watched with curiosity as Mommy propped up a few pillows and started unfastening her bra.  As her breasts came into full view, I knew the battle was over.  My lips tingled in anticipation and my head swirled with possibilities.  I pushed Maria out of the way and raced over to the crib, arriving before my sister and climbing in over Mommy's topless form.

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"You're such a baby!"  I couldn't help but laugh at the frantic way Florence was after Mommy's milk.  I climbed in as well, squeezing Effie tight, oblivious to the irony.  I couldn't go anywhere without the stuffed elephant anymore, if I so much as dropped it, I would burst into tears.  I snuggled close to Mommy, letting out a happy sigh that my plan worked.

Honestly, I'd do just about anything for milk.  It was so nice, so sweet, so comforting... snuggles were nice too.

A stray thought brushed against my mind, that I should protest, that I should grab Florence and run.  The sudden distress caused me to squeeze Effie tighter, driving the thoughts away and returning the lazy smile to my face.

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It wasn't difficult to play baby girls, and baby girls this age were even easier - the fear of missing out in this generation was a wonderful tool. That and hypnosis, conditioning, and emotional manipulation paired with some chemical coercion. Each of the girls latched to my breasts, happy, content, safe now that they were getting their fix. They were happy before, true, but they couldn't possibly understand the truth of devotion and love without me in their lives - where once they'd been rivals, and then lovers, now they were sisters. And more importantly, they were mine.