49th Rule, A Stroller Date with Milky Who Wants a Baby (1)
“Well then, my baby. Should I feed you some milk first, or give you a bath? Or maybe... hehe~.”
Milky flashed a lewd smile as her hand slowly slid toward my diaper.
Smooth.
That soft touch felt strangely chilling for some reason. Desperate to stop her hand delving deeper, I blurted out a question.
“Is Amelia okay?”
She froze.
As expected, Milky's hand halted just at the edge of my thick black jungle. With a strangely bitter smile, she replied,
“You're really something. Even knowing your own condition, you're worrying about others first...”
Then she beamed brightly again, rubbing her snowy cheek against mine.
“You're truly my sweety baby~. So innocent it's almost too much~!”
......
But even under her barrage of affection, I kept glaring silently. Milky pulled her face away slyly and continued,
“Hehe, I haven't done anything yet. Unless my baby declares he wants his personality erased himself, I'll keep you with me for the time being. So relax. For now, at least.”
“......That's a relief, then.”
In other words, she was holding Amelia hostage to keep me in this state.
My limbs were paralyzed, but I had no regrets. I'd stopped the worst outcome—erasing Amelia's personality—with my own hands.
Still, I worried about Amelia, blindfolded and crying somewhere. But for now, I focused on the situation at hand.
The only way to save her was to somehow charm Milky.
So, to gauge the situation, I asked her again,
“So, why won't my body move at all?”
Milky withdrew her hand from the diaper and prodded my shoulder with the filthy index finger that had just grazed my crotch, smirking.
“Probably the drug in the injection. It contains something that blocks motor nerves. It won't affect erections or heartbeats—physiological signals like that.”
She held her hand like a blade to her neck and continued her explanation.
“So until the effects wear off, you won't move anything below the neck. But don't worry too much. From now on, your Sweety baby hubby will get full care from me, Milky—meals, sleep, everything~, hehe.”
What she really meant was: from now on, she'd treat a full-grown adult like me—a baby who couldn't even control his own piss and shit.
Over time in Dia Village, as a slave, I'd endured all sorts of human rights violations: Toilet, demon spawn, puppy, and more.
But the baby concept? That was a first...
It was so novel it almost made me admire it. Just how low could I sink in humiliation?
I couldn't even fathom the bottom.
Anyway, whatever. It came with being a slave, so no helping it.
“So why are you doing this to me?”
I was curious about her reason.
What goal could this woman have in subjecting me to this all-time low humiliation?
“Hmm, wrong question, I think. I'm a resident of Dia Village. You were the one who rejected my offer, right?”
“Ugh.”
“Slaves have no right to refuse. Isn't that the rule?”
“......You're right.”
I had nothing to say. She wasn't wrong.
Sure, Milky had orchestrated everything, but it was just circumstantial evidence. And I'd chosen to reject the offer myself.
With no choice, I hung my head. Milky straightened up, her voice rising excitedly.
“So, I could give harsher punishment, but I held back. Why? Like I said before, I've been smitten with you since the moment I first saw you.”
Fallen at first sight... so she turns me into a baby?
It made no sense.
But the final puzzle piece came in her next explanation.
“Truth is, when I like someone, I want to shower them with all my maternal love and take care of them~.”
With that, Milky cooed, “Urururu, peekaboo~!” melting into a gooey smile.
I couldn't even force a laugh in this situation... What reaction was I supposed to give?
It felt like stepping into a new fetish. Another tough role-play was about to unfold.
As I stared at her angelic face with a queasy expression—
Gurgle~.
My oblivious gut picked the worst moment in this humiliating scene to embarrass me further.
Milky, hearing it, blushed with a shy smile and suddenly started stripping off her top.
Smooth.
Out emerged the largest, heaviest breasts I'd ever seen. A snowy white bra strained to hold them, looking precarious on just two thin straps.
Click.
The clasp at the back released. My eyes locked onto the two pink nipples hidden inside. Drool.
Thick, yellowish, opaque liquid pooled on those plump, round areolas.
“There~. So, my baby, shall we start with some milk?”
M-milk?
Did that mean that liquid was—!
“Here, ahh~.”
“Mmph!”
Milky leaned in close, lowering her head.
My vision went dark in an instant. The only sensation was a massive, sweet, soft protrusion filling my mouth.
Each drop of liquid from her nipple tasted sweet on my tongue.
This was leagues beyond the milk from the Cow Farm.
Denser, more refined.
A bit thick and sticky, but identical to the mysterious milk Milky had given me before.
Maybe from starving so long, I unconsciously flicked my tongue against her nipple.
A moan escaped her almost immediately.
“Hngh~!”
As I relentlessly lapped at the nipple oozing sweet honey, I sank into thought.
What do I do? Is it really okay to drink her breast milk like this?
Am I throwing away my last shred of pride?
Gurgle!
But another rumble from my starving gut overrode it. Instinctively, I started suckling the soft nub.
Whoosh!
Hot liquid flooded my tongue, filling my mouth with blissful satisfaction as it brimmed with her milk.
It poured out with every suck, quickly sating my hunger.
Yet greed for more drove me on. I slurped greedily until it leaked from the corners of my mouth.
Exhausted after draining her milk, I let out a hot sigh against her nipple. Only then did Milky pull back her breast, gazing down with a pleased smile.
Despite sucking down a huge amount, her breasts showed no sag—still perfectly firm.
How much milk was stored in those massive tits?
Lost in the afterglow of that delightful meal, drifting into fantasy—Milky fiddled with the nipple I'd just nursed, her face flushing.
“How was it? Did you enjoy Mommy's milk from deep inside her body until you were full?”
It was humiliating, like I'd really become a baby, but the taste was impeccable. If my hands worked, I'd flash her a thumbs-up.
Maybe being a baby isn't so bad after all.
Burp!
My belly bloated with milk, a belch slipped out unbidden.
But Milky didn't mind, keeping her smile as she reached for my diaper.
“Okay, my baby. Now that you're fed, time to do a poo-poo~.”
P-poo-poo??
“I don't need to go yet!!”
“Hehe, of course you do~. Look how big and heavy the front is?”
To my panicked protest, Milky calmly patted the massively swollen diaper.
Only then did I realize my dick was throbbing inside it.
Grateful for the milk, perhaps? It seemed eager to return the favor.
Her hand gripped the wriggling diaper bulge.
No time to panic—Milky deftly peeled off the sticker with expert fingers. Slowly, the wings around my hips came undone.
Before she even touched it, my cock sprang upright. With the last cover gone, I was exposed in a vulgar pose: knees drawn up, legs splayed wide like a frog on its back.
My face burned like mad.
I felt like a frog splayed on the floor. I'd hide in a rat hole if I could, but I couldn't move.
Helpless, I just shook my head side to side.
Smooth!
But even that stopped at the teasing brush of Milky's hand against my sensitive spot.
I opened my clenched eyes and looked. Milky stared ecstatically at my cock towering to the stroller's ceiling.
She pressed her heavy breasts forward, rubbing the soft nipple slowly along the shaft, tickling it.
Squish!
Hot liquid coated my dick. It was her milk.
She squeezed the nipple against it, meticulously smearing her fluid all over.
Once it glistened slickly, Milky cupped both breasts and enveloped my cock between them.
“There, my baby~. Mommy will rub-rub you with her tits, so go ahead and spurt-spurt that thick yellow sticky pee from your little mouth. Got it? Babies can't hold it back, right~.”