Author's Note: An accident shrinks a thirty five year old man to just over three feet tall.
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In the kitchen she sat me on her lap and started to feed me. She was holding me against her breasts and they felt just like large pillows. Her face was only inches away and I found myself studying her features. Maria would never be called a "pretty" woman, but as I watched different expressions cross her face I was fascinated by what I saw. There was strength, concern, confidence, wonder and even some I couldn't even label. I thought, "Is that a mother's look? Yeah, like I'd know what a mothers look was. A string of foster homes and a stint in a 'boy's school' really didn't give me a clue. I know a lot more about a 'knuckle sandwich' than I do about a mother's look. This woman has just paddled me and that I understand, but now she's feeding me and looking concerned about me; am I getting enough food or is she giving me the right thing?
A young woman with a baby came in the back door. I figured she must be Maria's daughter, Arilla. The physical resemblance is striking, but Arilla's expression shows none of what I see in Maria's face. She has a full figure that will catch any man's eye, kind of a soft all women's body, but her face has a petulant expression. She looks like she's always ready to complain about something. My God, Jones, do you realize you just spent more time looking at a woman's face than you did her body? What else did shrinking do to you?
She said, "So this is the person Suzanne was talking about this morning. She stopped at our apartment after Jorge had already left with her father. She told me not to say anything about this person to Jorge or anybody else. He looks like a little boy. Why is he dressed like that?"
"He has no clothes and all I have is what I save from Suzanne. Here, let me hold my grandbaby. You can finish feeding him this milk."
"Mama, he's too old for a bottle."
"No, I don think he's old as he looks." "Alright, mama, I'm going to watch TV while I try to give him milk. I've already nursed Juan this morning, but he takes so little I'll have to use the breast pump when I get home. My refrigerator already has bottles of my pumped milk. Maybe I can sell it."
"Arilla, don be silly. My grandbaby soon be sucking all you can make. He's goin to be big strong hombre."
Arilla picked me up and headed for a room with a TV. Sitting down she offered me the bottle. She watched me with big sad brown eyes. Right then my eyes were watery and my backside still stung, so I was probably pretty sad looking myself. Arilla started rocking slowly. I closed my eyes. I didn't want her to offer me anymore milk. I had to talk to Suzanne about getting some coffee.
Arilla was still rocking me and I felt my eyes begin to close for real. When something soft touched my lips I opened my mouth and automatically wrapped my lips around and began to suck. My eyes popped open and Arilla laughed, she had placed one of her nipples in my mouth and I was drinking breast milk. I'd always heard that breast milk was watery, but this was sort of creamy and sweet.
She was holding her breast so I could get at the nipple, but I couldn't resist putting my hands on it too. I loved the feel of her breast. The skin was a smooth as a baby's butt and it was firm and soft at the same time. She took her hands away and I was holding her breast to my lips myself. I'd held a woman's breast in my hand before, but this was different. Sucking her milk and holding the breast with my two small hands made it so intimate. I explored the texture of her nipple with my lips and used my tongue to continue to rub the tip. I was amazed how that little nubbin stiffened and I heard her moan in my ear.
"Oh yes, yes, that's so gooood!"
I was using my hands to move around and gently squeeze her breast like I was trying to force out more milk. When I had only one hand underneath I realized how heavy it was and that only made it more desirable to hold. I could feel Arilla running her hands over my body. Even so I was unprepared when she grabbed my crotch and felt my stiffened penis. I heard her deep intake of breath, but I was too busy trying to suck out the last of her milk. When it seemed I had reached the end, I took my mouth off her nipple. I thoroughly examined that little beauty that I had enjoyed so much. There were still little drops of milk forming so I licked them off until there were no more. I couldn't resist planting a kiss right on the tip.
Her voice shook me out of my reverie, "Who are you, little Chico?"
I looked up at her face and her eyes were huge. I thought, "Oh, Oh, I think I just blew my cover story."
"Maybe it's what are you? No man has ever sucked on my breast like that and you're certainly no Juan. I want you to suck my other breast, but we need to be someplace where Mama won't walk in. That licking and massaging didn't come from a young boy. Mama thinks you're a little boy who doesn't know how to talk yet and somehow you've been aged, but I don't believe that."