The Family Jewels [3]
Janie purrs softly as Michel pets her, kneading the table where she lays, gently swishing her tail. Michel, holding his ring in his hand, looks at his wife, still in her anthropomorphic cheetah form; he stops petting her.
"Oh..." Janie purrs, "Why did you stop?"
"I've... just been doing some thinking."
"That can't be good," Janie says, giggling and smiling cunningly, sitting up on the table and swinging her legs to dangle off the table. She crosses her legs and gently lays her tail on her lap, taking her earrings out.
Janie's fur and spots begin to slowly transition back into her normal, bare and pale flesh. Her golden hair returns to her scalp and drapes around her shoulders, covering her chest. Her tail recedes into her lower back and disappears, and her ears return to their rightful place and her face returns completely back to normal.
"What's on your mind, Hon?" Janie asks, leaning forward, her eyes concerned.
Michel stands from the dining chair and drapes his arms over his lovely wife's shoulders, pulling her in for a soft, sweet kiss.
"I've just been thinking about... well... when I'm the little girl... it's fine. When you're the little girl... I just sort of wonder what it's like to be buying those dresses for a kid... not just for us to use."
"You're saying you want kids?" Janie asks.
"Kind of... I mean, I know you've told me before that we're not so cut out for parenthood, but... maybe we can sort of... test the waters." Michel drops his arms to his sides and helps Janie off the table.
Janie heads to their bedroom and rummages through her dresser for something to wear. Without wearing panties, she slips on a pair of shorts and grabs Michel's sweatshirt from the hamper, putting it on.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you upset?"
"No," Janie says, "I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't thinking about it, too."
"So... should we maybe... try?"
"For a child... now?"
"No... I mean... try parenthood. How do I explain? Uh... okay, here: One of us changes our form into a baby, and... one of us takes care of the other?"
Janie sits on the foot of the bed, "That... could work. But... I wanna be the baby. That way you can see how hard it is for women today to be mothers. I know when Ma had me, she says I was such a handful. She was a single parent do, wouldn'tcha know it... so that'd be great practice."
"Problem is..." Michel says, sliding on a pair of jeans, "my ring only works if I'm turned on..."
"Not my earrings. I just put them in, think pretty hard, and I change. Proof that men only think with their other heads, huh!" Janie laughs as Michel smiles and rolls his eyes.
"Alright, alright... well... what if you change first. Maybe it like... activates the other piece of jewelry? I mean it is a set," Michel suggests.
"Alright," Janie says, taking Michel's ring from him, slipping it on his hand, then putting her earrings in and concentrating hard.
"Okay... here goes nothin' then," Janie says. Okay... I'm small. Very small... maybe 10 months old? A baby... a little baby girl. Come on Janie... think: baby!
Michel watches as his wife slowly shrinks in size. Her curves and hair slowly receding and vanishing. All that's left of Janie's hair is the little bit of thin, blonde hairs on the top of her infant head.
"Wing!" Janie says, wiggling her little arms toward Michel. The ring, Michel... use the ring. Just think really hard, you can do it!
_ _ "Wing?... Wing... oh, ring. It's my turn then... this is... kind of strange, but okay," Michel inhales and exhales slowly, like a sigh, "Let's see... uh... I... want to be a MILF. Haha, yeah! With... hot... curves and big, bulging breasts. And... make me a redhead. I sorta like the red hair. And... what else?" Michel looks around the room and spies a picture of Janie on his nightstand. A face like Janie's. Janie's gorgeous... a hot MILF body with Jaine's adorable face... red hair... and huge boobs, man... haha. Let's go for that.
Michel makes a fist, looking at his ring in his hand. Okay.... Come on. If Janie can do it, I can too. Come on... MILF... big boobs... red hair... Janie's face.
_ _ Michel repeats the mantra over and over in his head, picturing the woman he's chosen to transform into. His mantra pays off as his skin becomes fair, his hair red, and his penis vanishes, once again being replaced with a fully functioning vagina; as he begged himself for, so he receives; his chest is massive, and even lactating for his wife, who has become temporarily, an infant.
"Up!" Janie says, raising her arms over her head.
"Alright, alright, Miss Fussy," Michel says, picking up Janie, cradling her in his arms.
Not too much has changed with Michel. His voice, and overall appearance are that of a young mother in her early thirties, but his mindset, only a little, has been overcome with motherly instinct.
Michel and Janie have done a mother and daughter role in the bedroom before, but this time, Michel feels as though he's had this child. His body has changed to a post-birthing woman's body; his emotional attachment to Janie has changed, but again, so has his interest.
Janie begins to cry, her high-pitched, semi-monotonous tone pierces Michel's ears. I'm starving! Ugh... this baby thing was a bad idea. But... Michel wants a baby. He'll have to get used to this, I suppose. This is the only way I can let him know.
"Alright... okay! Momma's gotcha!" Changing? Feeding? Let's see... Michel notices that Janie isn't wearing a diaper, "That could be it, huh. Little too much freedom there, huh sweetie?" Michel's tone becomes soft, talking to Janie as if she really were his own baby.
A few makeshift diaper ideas fail, and one in particular passes. Michel's motherly instincts lead him into making a cloth diaper out of one of the role-playing skirts. His hand-stitching is that of an experienced housewife and Janie finds the makeshift diaper to be quite comfortable, but she still insists on crying.
"Alright, I'll bet you're hungry, huh... oops, I guess so!" Michel looks down at his chest, leaking down his stomach. That's right... I never did get a shirt. Well, this'll be easier then. How do I go about... this? Just... hold her on my tit or...?
_ _ Janie immediately stops fussing and turns her face to Michel's leaking nipple and latches on, her gums biting firmly, but painlessly onto Michel's teat.
"There we go... good girl," Michel coos, rubbing Janie's back as she suckles. Michel's body begins to tingle.
Is this turning me on... do all women feel like this when they're nursing? "That's a good girl, Janie. Drink your milkies. When you're all done, we'll let you play for a little bit." Then I can go play, too... I'm getting wet from this! It's sorta hot... and even the suckling sound makes it worse... ugh... I'm getting hot.
Janie begins to wiggle in Michel's arms, letting go of Michel's nipple and leaning outward to get down. Alright, I've had enough of that. Let's try this crawling thing and what-not. See if I can cause a little trouble... get Michel really going about this baby thing.
_ _ Michel puts Janie on the floor and watches as she crawls away on the bedroom carpet. Michel sits down and ribs his nipple where Janie had been suckling.
"Mama's nippies are a little tender!" Michel says. Rubbing them feel good... Janie's fed... nothing to get into too much trouble with in here... Maybe... I could just...
_ _ Michel undoes his jeans and slips a hand down to his labia, feeling only a little hair. Hmm... not bad. Pretty soft, heh-heh... ooh, and wet, too. I knew that tit-sucking would get me horny...
Michel looks down on the floor and sees Janie is only interested in playing with the little clothes in the hamper. While she's distracted, Michel inserts a finger.
Oh, God! I'm wetter than I thought! I can't let Janie see... I mean, I know it's her, but... just... a baby watching would be... odd. Maybe I can do a quickie...
_ _ Michel rubs himself hard and fast, his nipples leaking down his torso. He breathes hard, but tries his hardest not to make a peep.
This is fucking hot! It's like I could be caught at any moment! The adrenaline... the fucking feeling is... wow! Michel rubs faster, inserting a finger inside his entrance, fingering himself as hard as he can in order to reach a quick orgasm. He fails. He immediately pulls his hand out of his jeans when Janie turns around to face him.
"Uh-Oh!" Janie says, looking down at herself. She's wet the makeshift diaper. I know you were playing with yourself, haha! I'm a baby, I'm not stupid. We need diapers! I'm gonna try not to cry about it, it'd be overwhelming for him... I'll just fuss about it.
_ _ Janie begins to fuss, grumbling and mumbling, on the edge of crying, but only enough to get Michel's attention.
"Looks like Mommy's gonna have to get some diapers huh? You're coming with me to the store - think you can make it til then?" Michel baby-talks, standing up and buttoning his jeans and throwing on a shirt.
Janie sits in the front of the shopping cart, dressed in a little pink dress that's a little too big, and a matching bonnet to hide the earrings. People stop and stare at Michel's 'cute little girl' as he pushes her along in the cart. A lot of people sure notice a cute baby around... I hope that bonnet stays on... okay, baby stuff, baby stuff...
Michel finds his way to the baby supplies, looking over various things that he's sure he'll need. Diapers first... diapers! Okay... Michel looks at the sizes on the diapers. Crap... uh... I don't know... uh, fine. Here. Michel grabs a box of diapers that are labeled for one year and up, placing them in the shopping cart.
Janie makes a squawking sound. Those will be a little big... but... not bad, Michie. But uh... next time, I'd take some kind of class...
"Now let's get little Janie some nummies!" Michel says, giving Janie a quick kiss on the forehead and pushes the cart further down the aisle, "Ah, look at this! Nature's Choice... Bananas and Strawberries... Apple Cinnamon... and... ooh! Yummy ham and peas, doesn't that sound good? Momma's get some of these for ya."
Janie giggles, clapping her little hands and kicking her feet around through the cart. At least you're thinking with the right head this time, Michie. Hehe, good for you! Oh... I'm feeling hungry again... I'd better let him know.
Janie reaches out and grabs Michel's shirt, cooing loudly and fussing. On his shirt, Michel's chest begins to leak and soak through the fabric.
"Janie, sweetie, no tugging."
"Ma! M-ma ma ma!" Janie fusses.
"Hungry? Now?" I... gotta do it in public? We're in the store... is it even okay?
_ _ "Ma ma ma ma ma!" Janie yells louder, I can't help it, Mich! Sorry! This little body digests pretty fast or something... it's okay to feed me here, nobody will care!
Michel lifts Janie out of the shopping cart, holding her up to his left nipple cradling her with his left arm while trying to steer and push the shopping card with his right hand. This is harder than I thought... I'd grab some formula, but I just love how this feels! Damn...
"Uhm, Miss?" a man's voice says from behind Michel. He turns around and blushes; the man can almost see Michel's nipple as Janie feeds on him, "I'm going to have to ask you to go into the ladies' room to feed your baby..."
"Excuse me? Do you have kids, Sir?" Michel says. Not sure why I had to say that... but Janie's hungry... I'll feed her if I fucking need to.
"N-no ma'am I don't, but store policy..."
"You can take your store policy and shove it up your ass! My baby is hungry, and I will feed her. If you people want my money for shopping here, I suggest you mind your own damn business and don't worry about my tits. Instead, Sir, I think you could maybe worry about your own seeing as I'm pretty sure your work uniform is a little tight. So if you'll excuse me!" Damn! I'm hot when I'm pissed! Haha! Ooh, this pussy's so gonna get it when we get home. Uh... wait... car seat... I think there's one in the attic... Janie's sister left it here... thank God!
_ _ At the checkout, Janie is still suckling on Michel's teat. Michel's jeans become wet and his body begins to feel hot. Michel bites his lip a little. Okay... not here... think about something else. Uh... count my items. A pack of diapers... three jars of food... some baby wipes...
"Seventy three, twenty two, Ma'am," says the cashier lady, a young woman, black hair with extreme eyeliner under her dark green eyes.
"Oh my... um, hold on, let me switch sides..." Michel pops his teat from Janie's mouth, moving her over to the other nipple, adjusting his clothing. Oh man, I'm sure she just saw my tits. Haha, that's kind of... exciting.
Michel pays for his items and heads out to the car. In the back seat, Michel lays Janie down, lifting her little dress and undoing his makeshift diaper.
"There we go! Isn't that much better?" Michel coos as Janie giggles, her feet up in the air, showing off her cute little baby bottom. Michel reaches into his shopping bag and pulls out a baby wipe, cleaning up any messes around Janie's bottom and crotch area, and soon, working pretty hard, putting a diaper on Janie.
The diaper is a little big, as Janie thought it would be, but not bad for his first try.
"That's not so bad! I think Momma did a good job! Yes she did!" Huh... really though. Not bad... but... ugh. I'm still wet... just thinking about that breastfeeding... how it felt... everyone was looking at me! Then the cashier saw my tits... she had to have! That adrenaline...
On the ride home, Janie falls asleep in her car seat. Pulling into the driveway, Michel quietly takes his things out of the car, putting them inside, then coming back out to get Janie. Okay... quietly now... easy... He takes Janie out of the car seat and into their bedroom.
Let's see. I know that if you don't have a crib, you surround the baby with pillows so they don't roll out of bed... and then you won't have to worry about that. Michel puts Janie in their bed, peacefully asleep. He surrounds her with pillows like a small nest, and figures it's safe to leave the room.
He swings open the bathroom door and closes it, leaving it open a crack so he can see Janie. He wastes no time in stripping his clothes off and feeling his body.
This would be hotter in the shower... I'm pretty sticky from the milk. Michel turns on the hot water of the shower, adjusting the temperature, and steps into the shower, rinsing his chest free of milky residue.
His clit begins throbbing as he passes over each nipple with his hands in the hot, steaming shower. The sensations of pleasure travel down his spine and to his toes. He leans his head back toward the shower head, letting his long, red hair become soaked and rinsed as she feels his right hand traveling downwards to his slit.
He spreads open his labia, gently stroking his clitoris, rubbing his right nipple with his left hand. He releases soft moans, amplified slightly by the shower walls. He rubs his clitoris in quick circles as the urge to open his legs grows more intense. He kneels down in the shower, spreading his legs and reaching beneath himself, inserting his fingers deeply into his entrance, pulling and pushing in and out with one hand and with the other, circling his clitoris, feeling his juices seep past his fingers, only to be washed away by the hot shower.
He turns over, sitting with his back to the sloped end of the tub, draping a leg over the edge. He fingers himself faster, and faster, feeling closer to an orgasm. Moaning and panting, he fingers harder, arching his back and leaning upwards as he feels closer, and closer, when he finally feels the sensation he so craved.
A spray of cum shoots into the tub, being washed away quickly by the shower. Shit... no matter what body I'm in... it feels fucking amazing! The squirting is a fucking huge plus! He stands to his feet and rinses off his body even more. Turning off the shower, he rings out his long, red hair and opens the curtain.
Sitting on the toilet lid is his wife, wearing only a pair of lacy pink panties and matching bra. Her legs are crossed over and a smirk is painted across her face.
"Have fun in there?"
"Oh... y-you were... out here? You're not a baby..." Fuck... ha-ha, I guess she caught me.
_ _ "I've been thinking... you're a woman an awful lot. I've kind of always wanted to experiment," Janie says, standing up and wrapping her arms around her female-bodied husband.
"Oh? Do tell..." Michel says, intrigued.
"Follow me to the bedroom... I'll show you."