Time had a way of blurring together when you were trapped in an infant's body. Shaun was now an eight-month-old baby, and the sweetness hadn't faded. If anything, it had grown more intoxicating.
'Mmm, this still tastes sweet. All this time in and I still can't get enough....'
Cassandra's breast filled his mouth as his small hands reached up, clumsy but determined, cupping the soft weight with a grip that was growing stronger every day.
His body had developed far beyond what most infants his age could manage. He could sit upright without support, his motor skills sharp enough to coordinate complex movements while nursing. Yet it was his mind that had truly flourished, storing every detail, every opportunity, every weakness he could exploit.
Shaun nursed greedily, his fingers squeezing as if testing what still felt surreal. A meal and a sin at the same time. His lips suckled, his tongue flicked, his jaw worked, and the warmth slid down his throat.
"Shaun, take it slowly," Cassandra whispered, her voice gentle as she stroked his cheek with her free hand. "You act like I'm going to disappear if you don't drink it all at once."
Her laugh was soft, musical. "Sometimes I wonder if you're storing it all up . Are you planning to hibernate on me?"
Shaun's eyes flicked up at her, a glint of satisfaction buried in the innocent face he wore. 'If only you knew what really runs through my head when I'm like this.'
She shifted him slightly in her arms, getting more comfortable against the couch cushions. "You know what? I think you're getting spoiled. All this attention from me and Clara..." She tickled his chin gently. "Look at those bright eyes. You're such an alert little one."
'You have no idea how right you are.'
Cassandra began to hum, a melody she'd created just for him. Her finger traced patterns on his back while he nursed, drawing little circles and hearts. "My sweet boy," she murmured. "You're growing so fast. Pretty soon you'll be crawling everywhere, getting into everything."
The irony made Shaun want to laugh, but he kept nursing.
"Should we play peek-a-boo when you're done?" she asked, her voice taking on that exaggerated tone adults used with children.
"Or maybe I'll read you that story about the three little pigs. You always get so excited when I do the wolf voice."
She pulled her shirt down slightly, covering more of herself as she adjusted her position. "You know, before you came along, this house was so quiet. Just me and Clara, working, sleeping, working some more. Now look at us." She glanced around the living room, toys scattered across the floor, baby blankets draped over furniture. "Complete chaos, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."
Her gaze drifted toward the window, where the sky was already sliding into its evening shades. "Speaking of Clara, I wonder why she hasn't come home yet."
Shaun almost pulled off her breast at that. 'Clara. I almost forgot.'
Eight months since his birth had painted a clear picture of their household dynamics. Clara worked herself ragged while his mother stayed home, soft and nurturing. Bills didn't pay themselves, and though Cassandra never spoke of it directly, Shaun could see it. The way Clara always came back with tired eyes and forced smiles, carrying the weight that should have been shared. Yet she never once complained.
And his father? Nonexistent. In all this time, Shaun had never seen him, not even once. Not even at the Sip and See party, when neighbors, friends, and family paraded through the house to coo over him. Everyone came, everyone smiled, everyone whispered their polite questions, yet not one mouth dared to ask about the missing man.
Shaun tucked that thought deep into himself. 'I'll wait. The right moment will come, and when it does, I'll get the truth. Maybe my father didn't abandon her after all. Maybe he's just another man like Angela said. Weak, afraid, running from responsibility the moment it stared him in the face.'
As if on cue, a faint glow sparked across his vision.
[Quest Reminder: Find a way to see Clara's full nakedness while she is undressed.]
[Reward: +2 Lust Points, +0.5% Sin Points, $1000]
Shaun's lips never stopped their work on Cassandra's breast, but his mind sharpened. He'd been dodging this quest for months now, every attempt blocked by either bad timing or Cassandra pulling him back just when Clara was about to change. Always close, never complete.
But what can he do as a baby? But that gives me a better chance of completing the quest.
'Tomorrow morning,' Shaun told himself. 'Tomorrow morning, Clara's off work. No more interruptions, no more near-misses. I'll make it happen. I need the money. I need the sin points. And...'
His eyes narrowed as he latched harder, pulling at his mother's nipple with a hunger that wasn't entirely infantile. 'Her breast has been the only thing keeping my Sin Percentage alive. Without it, the system's warnings about committing sins three times a week would've already crushed me. I can't keep relying on her for that. Not forever.'
The knock on the door interrupted their play session.
Shaun's attention snapped toward the sound. 'Clara.'
Cassandra's face lit up. "That must be your aunt Clara." She gathered Shaun in her arms and stood. "Ready to see your favorite person?"
Cassandra suddenly pulled him away from her breast, making him whimper in protest.
"Seriously?" he thought, annoyed at the abrupt interruption. 'Right when I was getting comfortable.'
"Alright, little man, that's enough for now." She repositioned her shirt and lifted him to her shoulder for burping. "Clara's home, and I have a feeling you're going to want all her attention the moment she walks in."
Cassandra opened the door, and Clara stepped inside. Her beauty was dimmed but not diminished by exhaustion. Her hair was pulled back, strands loose around her flushed face, and her clothes clung to her from the day's work. The blouse, creased but still neat, hung open at the top just enough to tease the swell beneath. Her skirt hugged her hips, her legs bare, the heels clicking against the floor as she exhaled the weight of the world.
Her eyes landed on Shaun immediately. The fatigue melted away. Pure joy lit her expression. She dropped her bag without a second thought and rushed toward him.
"There's my baby boo!" she cried, arms opening wide. "Did you miss me? Of course you did, look at that face!"
Shaun's lips curled into a wicked grin only he knew about. 'Yes, carry me to those big tits of yours. Let me bury my face in them, let me taste the sweat on your skin. Let me crawl right into the darkness between those perfect curves.'
Cassandra transferred him to Clara's waiting arms, and she immediately spun him around, her laughter bright, her energy reborn just from holding him.
He laughed too, a sound he couldn't control but didn't mind. He loved this. Loved the dizzying spin, the way her chest pressed against him, the way she always smelled faintly of perfume and exhaustion.
Behind them, Cassandra watched with tired eyes but a genuine smile, seeing how Clara's entire demeanor had shifted from exhaustion to pure joy in seconds.
Clara slowed, then shifted Shaun higher in her arms, pressing him against her chest as if she'd read his unspoken desire. Her breasts cushioned him, warm, full, teasingly close. She glanced down at him and grinned.
"You better not have made a mess in that diaper, mister," she teased. "Because if you did, you're going straight to mama for cleanup duty."
Shaun glared inwardly. 'Seriously? Out of all the things you could say, you pick that?'
From the kitchen, Cassandra called out, "Clara, how was work today? You look exhausted. Want me to make you something to eat?"
Clara shook her head, settling onto the couch with Shaun still pressed against her. "Just coffee would be perfect, Cass. And maybe some of those cookies you made yesterday if there are any left."
"Coming right up," Cassandra replied, already moving around the kitchen. Family took care of family, no matter what.
Clara kicked off her heels and sank deeper into the cushions, her tired body finally relaxing. She took Shaun's tiny foot in her hand, rubbing it gently, giggling at the way he wriggled.
"Did you have a good day with mama?" she asked him, her voice soft. "I bet you had her wrapped around your little finger, didn't you? You're such a charmer."
She shifted him so she could look at his face properly. "God, you're getting so big. Pretty soon you'll be too heavy for me to carry around like this." Her expression grew wistful. "I can't believe how fast you're growing up."
'If only you knew what I'm really growing into.'
Clara continued playing with him, making funny faces and silly voices, letting the stress of her long day wash away in laughter and baby talk. But Shaun could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the weight she carried that never truly left her shoulders.
The evening settled into their familiar rhythm, but Shaun's mind was already on tomorrow. Clara would be home, rested, and he would finally have his chance.
Later, when the house had grown quiet and Cassandra carried him to their shared bed, she lay beside him humming that same soft melody. Her hand stroked his back as drowsiness began to wrap around him.
'Tomorrow,' he promised himself as sleep pulled him under. 'Tomorrow, I complete the quest. Tomorrow, everything changes.'
And with that thought, he drifted into darkness.