Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
It’s been two days since I took away Todd’s pooty rights. So far, he’s only wet his diaper, but I know he can’t hold out forever. This morning, I noticed he had been rubbing his tummy. I think I even heard it gurgling. “Awe, Todd. Are you hungry, baby?” I thought maybe feeding him would make him feel better. But instead, he shook his head with a worried look. “May I use the potty, Mommy?” He begged in a small voice.
“No, Sir! That’s what your diapers are for, remember? No more potty time. You’ll mess yourself like the baby you are.”
Feeding Time Stinks!
I could tell he wasn’t happy with my answer, but he was determined to hold in his mess. After I finished getting dressed, I peeked in on Todd again. “Are you hungry yet?” Again, his head shook, and he held on to his tummy.
“Please, please, may I use the potty, Mommy! My tummy hurts.” He cried. I came close to him and kissed the top of his head, then rubbed his back.
“Let’s sit down for feeding time, and maybe your belly will feel better.” I scooped him up onto my lap, and we snuggled into our rocking chair. Todd made whimpering sounds as I pulled my breasts free and put my nipple to his lips. Like a good boy, he began to suckle, but the noises coming from his tummy during feeding time grew and grew! “If you just let it happen, you’ll feel much better.” I mused as I rocked, and he sucked.
“Ohhhnooo!” Todd cried from around my nipple as little toots escaped, and he messed his diaper right there on Mommy’s lap.
“There!!” I cheered. “Doesn’t that feel better?” Todd’s face was red with embarrassment as he pushed out the rest of his mess. “Whewww, feeding time sure stinks!”
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270