You wake up as your mother picks you up. She walks over to a rocking chair in the corner of the room and opens her shirt, exposing a breast.
"Breakfast time, Rachel." she says. You feel revolted at the thought of sucking your mom's tit but find yourself doing it anyway. You stay that way for a few minutes, gladly drinking the warm milk you mother produces until she pulls you away and closes her shirt.
"Here you go, here's your favorite doll." she sets you down in the crib and gives you a Barney doll. You haven't liked Barney since you were 5 but grab it and hold it tight anyway.
"Mommy will come check on you later." she says as she blows you a kiss and exits the room.
"This isn't good." you think, you've already found out you're no longer potty-trained, you need your mother's milk, and you love Barney. How could it get worse? You wish you hadn't thought of that as you feel you stomach cramp up again, this time it's not a liquid. You feel something solid fall into your diaper and smell the disgusting stink of fresh poo. How mortifying. You have the urge to play with it but force it out of your head. Are you becoming more like a baby all the time? You begin crying and this time a man comes into the room.
"What's wrong, Rachel?" he asks, "Did you make a poopie?"
He sets you down on the table and changes you. You're not eager to continue soiling yourself on a daily basis but you know you'll probably have to, at least until you're potty trained or are returned to your old self.
As the man finishes he sets you back into the crib with a kiss on the forehead and leaves. You try to stay awake but find your eyelids drooping tiredly. Eventually you fall asleep.
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