"Haven't I made my intentions clear. I did say you were my Baby Caleb."
"No, I'm not!"
She rubbed her hand over his chest. He whimpered and shook. She gave his nipple a gentle little squeeze. He gasped at the sensation. She took his mitten covered hand and spun him around. Pulled close against her warm body he felt himself sink into her, the back of his head up against her breasts. She was so big, so powerful. He was so small compared to her. He was a baby compared to her.
"Close your eyes."
He did. Her hand searched his chest, playing with his nipples. As he moaned, she stuck her finger in his mouth again. He eagerly lapped up the milk. She did this three more times before spinning him around to face her.
"You don't belong in college. You belong in a crib. When I return next week, I will show you once and for all you are a baby. I'll prove to you that you are my baby."
She planted the longest, sloppiest kiss on his lips he had ever felt. He closed his eyes and moaned at her touch. When he opened his eyes she and her mittens were gone.
His mind returned to normal. A little slower this time. He didn't even bother to change. He just ran back to his dorm and locked the door. He was too freaked out to sleep all night.
Her game was going so well. She would have her baby by Friday. She knew it. She... stopped and stared at the tree. The mighty oak had stood in the center of the campus for hundreds of years. She always did her research. She knew how everything should be. So she knew it should not be covered in webs, webs made of what appeared to be a sickly version of The Clay. This put a wrinkle in her plans. There was no more time for the long game.
By the time Friday came around Caleb was a wreck. All week, she had given him no peace all week. Everywhere he went, she was there. She no longer hid herself as he was becoming to suspect he had been. She felt so much more than a human. He was sure she was something else. She would wave, blow him a kiss, hold up the mittens. Her smile was that of a cat who had already eaten the canary, the poor dumb bird just didn't know it yet.
As he stood on the mat in his speedo he shook with a cold sweet. Would she return? Did he want her to? When the door flew open and she sauntered in he let out a sigh of relief. Maybe he did want her to.
"Where's my baby at?"
She was a woman on a mission. She marched so close their bodies were almost touching. That same helpless feeling she filled him with never got a chance to build up like it had in the weeks before. No, that night it crashed over him at once. He was reliving a memory, he suddenly realized. Not the exact events but the feelings he had that door. He was two and at the store with his mom. They had been separated, only for a few seconds, but to him, at that age, it was an eternity. He was alone in the world. Small, scared, helpless. Everyone was so big. He was going to be crushed!
He collapsed onto his back. He lay there panting. He barely noticed as she stole his speedo. Nor when she placed the mittens back on, now with matching booties. He did notice when she put the diaper on. She had been in his room again. He knew he should have thrown it away. No matter how hard he had tried to over the last two weeks he simply could not. Instead he took it out when he was alone and stroked it.
She leaned in so their faces were inches apart.
"Now you look like the baby you are."
She gave him another long, wet kiss. He blinked at her. Had she been naked this entire time? He couldn't tell anymore. She lay down on top of him, fully covering his body with her own. Wait, weren't they the same height? The moment her warm skin touched his he let out a contented sigh. All the fear drained out of his body, and he melted beneath her. It was like with that newly regained memory. His mom had found him and scooped him up into her arms. He had never felt safer in his life.
That's how he felt there and then. He had never been safer than with this woman. It wasn't the safety of a mother. It was more like the feeling of hanging out with the babysitter mixed with being with your perfect lover. That's who she was. She would take care of him and love him in every way possible. It took him a moment to realize she had slipped her nipple into his mouth. Instinct took over and he began to suckle.
The milk! That delicious, warm milk flowed forward. He guzzled it down. No matter how much he drank he couldn't seem to get full. He felt weak. The more he drank the weaker he felt. Oddly, she seemed to be getting bigger too. Finally, she pulled away and walked to the edge of the mat before sitting down.
"Come on," she said, patting her lap, "come to me, Baby Caleb."
He was so thirsty. He needed more milk. He stood on shaky legs. He fell onto his stomach.
"You can do it."
Pushing his head up, he started to crawl toward her.
"That's it."
He struggled as he dragged himself along but finally, he made it. She scooped him up and went back to feeding.
"What's my name?"
"Nanny."
"That's right. What's your name?"
"Baby."
"Whose baby?"
"Yours's."
"That's right."
She stood and left the school. She left Caleb's old life behind. He didn't need it anymore. He had everything he needed right where he was. All he needed was his Nanny.
