MBB_1 Mommies Best Baby - Part 0ne

by Peter Wetum

Like a lot of these stories, this one involves a tragedy that alters the lives of the characters forever.

Characters:

Mom - Evelyn Evans, age 26, a large, tall woman, not overweight except with normal gains during pregnancy.

Dad - Steve Evans, age 34, a small man who likes tall women

Gramma - Claire, age 45, also tall and large, a bit heavier than Evelyn but not fat.

Me - Toby, five and on/half year old boy, small like Dad

The baby - Eddie, six months old

This story is a fictional account of events as told by me (Toby) that led to what became a very happy childhood.

I am five and a half years old, Mom says that I am small for my age and easy to pick up like a baby. Dad says that my size is just right and that it is normal for his side of the family. Our family is a normal happy unit composed of Mom, Dad, myself (Toby), and our new baby Edward (Eddie) only six months old. We live in a regular house with a fenced back yard and an open front yard with a big tree in the middle. The house is not really large but seems that way to me. It has a living room in the front that leads into a dining room. To the rear of the dining room is the kitchen, laundry, and back porch which lead to the fenced back yard. There are four bedrooms all on the main floor reached by a hall off of the dining room, the main bathroom is in this hall second door on the right. Toby and me share one bedroom, Mom and Dad use the master bedroom, one is for guests, and the last is in the process of being remodeled by Dad. Downstairs is a basement mainly used for storage, there is a furnace and lots of boxes down there. Dads favorite place is the attached two car garage.

Dad is a man of small stature who works as a Contractor and has his own business building commercial developments, apparently it is successful because on weekends he often takes me down to the job site and lets me play on the equipment that he said was all his and someday would be mine. It was lots of fun playing on the big equipment turning the steering wheels and pulling levers, even if it was all turned off. I loved to pretend drive it and imagined moving dirt and hauling things as I had seen my Dad's crew work on a few occasions. As I played I would sometimes see Dad take a swig out of a flask he carried. Apparently Dad has a thing for big women because Mom is a full six feet in height and much taller than Dad with a full figure, although not overweight.

Mom doesn't have to work because of Dads more than adequate income. Besides she is self conscious of her height and doesn't go out much so we have the benefit of being close, no daycare or other people ever take care of us except for Gramma Claire my Mom's Mother who lives nearby. Although Mom did talk about putting me in preschool I never had to go. I really don't go out much except when Mom takes us shopping or something. My Mom is really nice and pretty too with blue eyes, sandy hair. She gained quite a lot of weight when she was pregnant with Eddie and her breasts became a lot bigger. Dad said this is because Mom is breastfeeding Eddie, I sort of knew this but it helped to hear it from Dad. Before Eddie was born I don't remember being breastfed by Mom but she told me that I used to drink her milk the way Eddie does now until I was two and a half years old. About the time when they decided to try and have another baby. Now Mommies weight has come mostly back to normal but her tits are still bigger than before.

When the baby came I was very upset at first because I was no longer the baby and did not receive as much affection as before. At least she let me keep my night time diapers, every night when it was Eddies bedtime she would let me watch as she changed him into his thick night time cloth diapers, plastic pants, and usually a powder blue sleeper with snaps in the legs and up the front. After laying Eddie in his crib she would put me on my youth bed, take off my regular clothes until I was naked, and put me in nice soft cloth night time diapers and white plastic pants. She says I am a heavy wetter so she puts an extra diaper in the middle that she calls a soaker. It feels really good to be diapered, I like my diaper and really look forward to being put in them every night. After pulling on the plastic pants, she puts on my PJ's. I wear pastel colored two-piece footed pajamas with snaps at the waist to hold the bottoms up. When I stand up and look in the mirror I can see my diapers are obviously big and babyish and I like the look. Smiling widely, I pat my backside admiring the padded feeling. I can feel Mommy looking at me, I'm not quite sure of what she is thinking, except that she is wearing an enigmatic half smile. After a moment she picks up Eddie, sits in the nursing chair and commences to breastfeed him, I get to watch sometimes but she usually tells me to go watch TV. I like watching Eddie suck on her tits, the large pink nipples protrude out of the more textured cone shaped areola and are sort of shiny when wet with milk. Her other breast points toward her lap, a luscious object of my yearning for affection slowly dripping. She has a diaper under it to intercept her leaking milk. I asked her why I couldn't suck on the other one as it was leaking and being wasted but she just said that she was feeding Eddie. I could see that her tits were really big and heavy with blue veins that made me think that she makes lots of milk and that there is probably some for me too.

I sort of remember being her only baby and wish it was me and not Eddie getting all the attention.

After being put back into diapers and PJ's for the night I go into the front room to watch TV with Dad. I don't care what he is watching, I just like being with him as he does stuff like watch TV or read papers. Usually I lay on the floor on my stomach with my hands holding up my head sort of like a tripod. When I move the plastic pants make a crinkly sound that for some reason I like. I can tell that my diaper is showing because Dad almost always says something like "When are you going to be a big boy and stop wetting the bed?" I just pretend that he didn't say anything. I hear him pull his flask out and take a swig behind his papers. He thinks I don't notice.

Once I overheard Mommy and Dad talking about my diapers, Dad was saying the usual thing about my being a big boy and should be out of them, and Mom was saying that her Mother says that babies grow up too soon anyway and that we should baby them as long as possible. Besides, she said, he still has not matured enough to stay dry at night. Dad said that he doesn't want to see Mommy babying me at the age of five and a half or it will mean trouble.

After breastfeeding Eddie and putting him to bed, Mom comes into the living room, takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom which Eddie and I share. On some nights when Dad has to work or is gone out someplace, she will sit in her big rocking chair and lift me onto her lap, placing one hand under my diapered bottom and snuggling me up close to her big warm breasts she sings her lullaby to me. When I start to get sleepy she opens her robe and pulls a big breast out. I can smell the milk and her nipple, with a drop of milk coming out from the tip, is as big around as my thumb and sticks out half again longer than it is wide. First she would sort of rub it on my lips and say "Open babies mouth for Mommy". Then she puts the big wet nipple into my mouth and I start sucking. I can feel the nipple move far back in my mouth and it is wonderful. Milk comes out of each tit but I knew that Eddie had just been fed so it is not as much as it might have been. I very much enjoy the feeling of being babied and sucking on Mommies breast when Daddy is away. I wish Daddy and Eddie would go away so I could be Mommies baby all the time.

The next thing I knew was it is morning. I can hear Daddy and Mommy talking loudly in the kitchen as he gets ready to leave for work. After his truck goes Mommy comes in our bedroom and gets me out of bed. My diaper is always wet and heavy in the morning but my PJ's hold it up because of the snaps at the waist. During this time I usually play with my toy trucks out in the living room. I like the warm feeling of the thick wet diaper between my legs as I play on the carpet. In the mirror I can see that my diaper is shaped more like a Vee rather than the more round shape they have when dry. There are no leaks though as Mommy keeps me well diapered and in plastic pants.

While I'm playing, Mommy takes care of Eddie and gives him his morning milk. I usually run back into our bedroom to see if I can watch Mommy breastfeed him, remembering how much I wished it was me and not Eddie getting all the attention.

After changing and feeding Eddie, Mom changes me out of my wet diapers and washes me if she needs to. Then dresses me in big boy clothes, underpants, tee shirt, pants, shirt, and shoes and socks.

After breakfast Gramma Claire called Mommy and says that she will drop by in about an hour. I like Gramma Claire, she is really nice and has tits even bigger than Moms. When she arrives at about 11:00 am she tweaks my nose and pats my backside. As she does this I see one eyebrow go up (hmmm, no diapers). "Your so cute Toby, I could just baby you all day." Mommy and Gramma like to have coffee and talk about stuff while I play out in the back yard. Eddie is asleep as usual so their conversation is uninterrupted. "So, are you still babying Toby? You know little boys need as much babying as they can get." "Yes, Mom, I still baby him but Steve does not like it so I do it when he is not around." Claire replied, "Really, men! They should know better than to interfere in a mothers' instinct about their babies. I kept your younger brothers in diapers even after they were twelve, and nursed them as long as possible. Of course your Dad was gone so that was not a problem." "Of course I remember Mom, they were such cute babies, even at twelve. Well Mom, I would rather have Steve around, I do love him you know, despite his drinking." "Of course dear, it's just that men get in the way when it comes to proper child rearing. I do so miss mothering the boys."

"Say, it's almost lunchtime, can I give Toby a baby bottle while you nurse Eddie?" "I don't know Mom, Steve was very adamant about coddling Toby, he said that there would be trouble if I baby him. I've been lucky so far." Raising her index finger Claire said,"Oh come on Evelyn, he is not even around." "Well OK Mom, I have some expressed breast milk in the fridge that will be perfect! Don't use it all though, Eddie needs it, I'm not lactating enough for both of them." "OK girl, you go take care of Eddie and I'll watch Toby for you."

Opening the fridge Claire finds two 8oz. baby bottles of expressed breast milk, she puts an Evenflo nipple on one and places it in the warmer to get it just right at about 97 degrees. When it is ready Claire goes to the back door and calls…."Toby, time for a snack."

Out in the yard I have been playing in the sandbox just having fun and toddling around the fenced in yard. When Gramma Claire calls I realize that I am hungry so am eager to get inside. "How's my baby boy?" Gramma says as I push open the screen door. "Don't let it slam." Bang, too late. "Toby, Gramma has a nice treat for you, come on up on my lap." She says patting her ample leg. When I get up on her lap she snuggles me in like Mommy does except that she does not expose a breast. Instead she reaches to the kitchen table and picks up the baby bottle. "Gramma has a nice baby bottle for you." As she rubs the nipple on my lips I open up and take it in sucking almost immediately. "Oh, baby Toby likes his milky doesn't he." The taste is familiar and just what I wanted so I don't complain a bit, rather just the opposite Gramma gets my best beaming adoration expression as I suckle my own mothers milk from the bottle as she cradles me in her left arm, and holds the bottle to my lips with her right.

As I work on the bottle Gramma hums and says "You are such a good baby, I wish that I could baby you all the time, the way a little boy is supposed to be babied. Does Mommy still diaper you at night?" I nod yes but don't interrupt nursing on the baby bottle. This is great! I think, I wish Gramma Claire would come over everyday. "Well wearing night diapers is all good and well, but Gramma thinks that baby boys should be in diapers all the time."

"Oh isn't that just adorable", whispers Evelyn as she comes in to the kitchen. Toby nursing on the baby bottle, his eyes closed and an expression of bliss on his face. After having just nursed Eddie in the bedroom Evelyn is feeling particularly maternal and the sight of Toby so happy made her feel warm and happy too. Claire seeing this and knowing perfectly well what her daughter was feeling says "Say! Why don't you let me baby him today, he seems so hungry for maternal affection and babying. It will be good for his emotional health and take a load off of you. Your husband need never know, I'm sure Toby will go along won't he." (looking down at me) I nod affirmatively eager to prolong the babying. "Here Evelyn, you take him while I get things ready, I think I know where everything is." With that Mommy picks me up while I hold on to the baby bottle with one hand.

In the boys bedroom Claire locates the larger diapers, the largest blue plastic pants Toby uses, and the other diapering supplies, the largest onesie left over from when Toby was younger, and a pair of bib overalls with snaps up the legs and crotch. Since Toby is small like his Dad, the garments look as if they will fit but Claire sees that there are not enough baby things for Toby, poor kid. The changing table is too small and there is only one baby size crib, no larger crib. The room hardly even qualifies as a nursery. "Well, we will just have to make do with what we have." Laying out four 20x40 clean white Birdseye cloth diapers she folds them to fit Toby's small frame with the expert hands of a woman who diapered her much older boys thousands of times. Then adds another diaper folded into a soaker down the middle and then another flat diaper to provide an inner layer for a total of six 20x40 flat diapers on a small boy. After that she found the rest of the diapering supplies on the changing table. Diaper pins, Johnson & Johnson baby powder, Vaseline jelly, baby wipes, and a pacifier. That ought to do it she thought.

"Evelyn!! Would you please bring Toby in here." Toby had fallen asleep in his mothers arms so she easily carried him into the boys bedroom and set him down on the youth bed where Gramma Claire indicated. Next to, but not on top of the diapers she had laid out.

I awake to the sensation of Gramma Claire taking my shoes, shirt, and pants off. I love being touched and cared for by Mommy and this was just as good only more exotic as it was not my Mom doing it. Then she took off my undies lifting my behind by holding both of my ankles in one hand and pulling the garment down with the other. Boy, she is just as strong as Mommy and even bigger. Then Claire put a baby blanket over my chest to keep me from getting cold, and a binky in my mouth while humming a lullaby that sounds a lot like the one Mommy sings. After that she took the baby powder and liberally sprinkled it on my tummy, waterworks, and lifting me again, my behind. Then she sprinkled more into the waiting diaper that was just out of my sight. Next she made a game out of rubbing the powder into all the areas that need it and it was lots of fun giggling and laughing. I guess she decided against using the Vaseline as it remained unused on the changing table. After getting me all powdered and smelling just like a baby (I was in heaven) she again lifted me by the ankles and slipped the diaper under me and set me down on it. Instructing me to lift my knees and spread my legs like a good baby. Since I still get diapered every night this was second nature so complied without thinking. In one motion she pulled the thick cloth diaper up between my legs and smoothed it over my belly button, then pulled the sides up pinning them snugly with two babyish duck headed diaper pins on each side. Gramma's diaper is bigger and thicker than the one Mommy usually makes so it comes up past my belly button and almost halfway up my back. I can feel a familiar fullness between my legs, thick but not so thick as to make it awkward. Yeah. Next she pulls the plastic panties over my feet and up past my knees. My bottom is still on the bed so she lifts me up again to pull the blue plastic panties past my bum over the diapers.

"OK, Toby baby, now stand up on the bed so I can tuck you in." Deftly she makes sure that no diaper is sticking out of the plastic pants tucking in excess cloth in the back and around my legs. Wow, this diaper is great! Even thicker than how Mommy diapers me for night time and comes up a lot higher. I can feel a nice bulk between my legs and it is soft, thick and babyish. "How do you like that Toby baby baby baby?" "It feels great Gramma Claire, I like it better than anything."

"OK, baby, get down and go show your Mommy." With that I hop off of the youth bed and find that I have to sort of waddle because the six cloth diapers are thick and folded to put extra padding in the front and crotch. Toddling into the kitchen Mommy sees me and calls me over to her wrapping her arms around me and picking me up placing me on her hip like a baby. "What a good baby boy you are, you look so cute in just your diapers, aren’t you cold?" I suddenly remember that all I'm wearing is the diaper and plastic pants. "Yes, I, I guess so." So Mommy says, "OK, lets go back and see Gramma and she'll dress you."

Returning to our bedroom Gramma is ready with the onesie. Putting it over my head she pulls it down and tells me to lie down so she can fasten the snaps at the crotch. Doing this I feel her fingers pulling the fabric together and snapping the snaps over my plastic pants. "Hmmm, this is a little tight Toby baby but it will hold up your diapers even better than if it is too loose. Now sit up and I'll put on your socks and overalls." When I sit up I look down at my crotch and see the most babyish bulge from the thick diaper, plastic pants, and onesie. The snaps are visible and I know that this is more babyish than anything I can ever remember wearing. I can see my plastic pants and thick diaper poking out were the onesie does not completely cover. After pulling my socks on Gramma stands me up again and tells me to step into the size 4T toddler Oshkosh bib overall left over from my baby days. Amazingly they still fit due to adjustable straps. Gramma then has me lie down again so she can snap up the legs and crotch. I can feel each snap close and the sensation brings back pleasant memories of days gone by when I was cared for and secure, a baby. When she adjusted the straps on my overalls it pulled up on my diaper and plastic pants and it feels very babyish. All that's left now is the shoes Gramma found in my closet. My Velcro closure shoes, she had found the most infantile shoes I have.

"OK, all done, go show Mommy!" I toddle out of the bedroom feeling very much like a real baby well diapered and in baby clothes. I see myself in the hall mirror and I look like a real baby, I can see the diaper outline bulging out at my waist down to my bottom, baby blue onesie top, snap leg overalls, and infantile Velcro closure shoes. "YEAH. Mommy, Mommy, look at me I'm a baby!"

"Oh Toby my baby come over to Mommy. What a good baby, I want you to be my baby all the time." With that Mommy picked up her baby and snuggled him close and twirled around kissing him and playing Mommy/baby games. "Let me look at you! What a cute baby boy, just like a real baby." Claire was standing in the doorway looking on with pride at how well things were going. Toby is now happy and dressed like the baby he is and Evelyn no longer has that stressed out look on her face. That's what I call success!

Steve had a problem at work today, he had a few nips and was not quite sober and tripped over some hoses falling into a muddy area. His crew chief told him that he should not show up sloshed because it's a safety hazard and he was lucky. He could have been on an upper level and might have fallen into rebar. Imagine, an EMPLOYEE telling him what to do. He should just fire the lot of 'em. Well he would just go get a couple of drinks to cool down a bit and then go home to change before returning to work to put that asshole Eric in his place.

"Claire? Would you look in on Eddie, I want to spend some private time with Toby, OK?" "I'd be glad too Evelyn."

In the boys bedroom Claire lowers the crib side and lifts Eddie, who has by now come to a more wakeful state, onto her shoulder in the classic baby hold. Since he is only six months old he is truly an infant and a joy to care for. Sliding an experienced finger under a leg band of his onesie she feels the familiar wetness of a baby needing a diaper change. "OK Eddie, let's get you cleaned up and ready for the afternoon." Placing him on the changing table she quickly has the onesie off. First removing the two diaper pins, pulling his plastic pants off, then removing the diaper with a wiping motion revealing a messy little boy not too happy to be exposed to the cold air. She quickly covers his torso with a couple of cloth diapers to keep him warm and then sets about cleaning his little bum. First using baby wipes, then with a warm wash cloth and soapy water. Then drying him with a baby towel and a liberal application of Diaperene to prevent rash. She thinks to herself, hmmm, that diaper was not as thick as it should be, I'll just add one to make it more comfortable for the darling. Taking two cloth prefolded Curity infant diapers and adding one 24x24 flat diaper folded several times to fit just right she powders, then re-diapers him and pulls up a fresh pair of plastic panties, this time blue with balloons on them.

After getting Eddie all cleaned up and back in his baby clothes he was awake and very fussy. Claire being an experienced grandmother knew exactly what to do. The baby was hungry but Evelyn wanted some private time with Toby so she didn't want to disturb that mutual bonding. Opening her blouse she unsnapped her nursing bra (yes she still prefers them) offering a nice fat nipple to the infant Eddie. Her breasts and nipples are even bigger than Evelyn's since she nursed her two boys for about fourteen years altogether. She thought about how much she missed the letdown and warm feeling that are attendant with breast feeding ones children. Eddie latched on no problem even though it was not his Mommies tit. As Eddie sucked she thought about how rewarding it would be to start lactating again. With the right stimulation and some Prolactin her milk should come in without undue delay.

While Claire was taking care of Eddie, Evelyn carried her five and one/half year old baby Toby on her hip to the sofa where she snuggled him and played more baby games such as peek-a-boo. While having fun with her big baby she felt her breasts were full of milk. "I need to feed Eddie soon." she thought. Then she remembered that there was still an 8oz. bottle of breast milk that was expressed yesterday when she had extra. That should be plenty for Eddie and I can nurse Toby now and re-enforce our bond during this critical moment. With that she undid her blouse letting both breasts free of the confining fabric. She often did not wear a nursing bra when home so her two plump full tits were easily and quickly ready to nurse.

While holding Toby close to her breasts she took her left hand supporting the heavy orb and guiding the erect nipple to his mouth. Of course Toby knew just what to do and latched on right away and was in baby bliss. Shortly Evelyn felt the familiar pleasant letdown and sighed as her milk flowed into his eagerly sucking mouth. Her other nipple, predictably, started leaking, fortunately there was a clean diaper in the pocket of her apron. Wonderingly she thought, "Did I plan this, or did it just happen?"

There she was, sitting on the sofa nursing a five and one/half year old baby in diapers with her other tit hanging out and dripping and her husband Steve drives up in the middle of the day. Oh my God, I can't stop now, what am I going to say, how can I explain that Toby needs this experience?

Within seconds Steve gets out of his pickup truck and walks through the unlocked front door to see Evelyn nursing his son Toby and he is dressed like a baby to boot. This has been a bad day for Steve, first he falls at the job site and gets all muddy. Then on the way home he goes into his favorite bar and the day bartender does not know he is a regular and cuts him off after only a few belts, saying he needs to leave. Then he gets home and his wife is on the sofa holding Toby like a baby. There they are, her with her big brown eyes wide in apprehension, one tit hanging out dripping onto a diaper and the other is being held by his son (HIS SON!) is his little almost six year old hands and he is sucking away oblivious of his Dads presence.

"What the fxxk? What's going on here dammit!" Then he sees that Toby is wearing baby clothes and his diaper is visible under the overalls. "Christ! Didn't I tell you not to defy my rule about coddling Toby? Shit!!!" Even in his drunken state he was not physically abusive but the adrenaline was pumping and he had to do something, take action. Just then his huge bag of a mother-in-law appeared in the hall holding Eddie to one of her huge veined hanging tits. With a cross look she hushed Steve telling him to keep quiet for the babies. At the same time Toby opens his eyes and sees his dad and starts crying, then Eddie pops off of Claire's huge nipple and wails like a siren.

"That's it, I'm done, It's over!" Steve shouts, sprinting out the front door to his black pickup. Starting up he peels out of the driveway almost hitting a parked care then careened down 34^th St. burning rubber almost all the way.

Poor Evelyn, sitting there with both nipples leaking and both babies crying not fully grasping the depth of what just transpired. Claire to the rescue comes over to Evelyn and places Eddie in her arms and places his six month old mouth up to the unsucked nipple to which he readily latches on. There, that should calm poor Evelyn down. Now taking the still crying Toby by the hand Gramma Claire takes him into the boys bedroom. Toby looks up at his very tall Gramma and sees that her bra is open and two huge tits are swaying as she walks. Her nipples are even bigger than Mommies and darker too. One nipple is moist and longer than the other. She sits in the nursing chair and motions Toby to come and lay in her lap. Claire knowing just what little boys like positions him for nursing, offering the other big nipple to Toby's open mouth. Mmmmm, what a nice big nipple she has, he starts sucking but no milk comes. No matter, he is happy now.

Claire too feels better now that things are back to normal. Just then she hears the familiar sound of a boy peeing his diaper and reaches down to feel a warmth spread across his front. His cherubic face, eyes closed and blissfully sucking on her breast.

Epilog:

Later that evening State Patrolman Sgt. Warren Slater knocks on the Evans front door. "Mrs. Evans? I am sorry to report that Steven Evans has been involved in a fatal one vehicle accident. It appears that alcohol and excessive speed were factors leading to the accident. I don't think he suffered. We are very sorry."

End MMB_1 Mommies Best Baby - Part one