The hospital smelled like disinfectant and metal. Too clean, too sharp, like it was trying to scrub the humanity out of everyone who stepped inside. The air conditioning hummed overhead, rattling against vents that hadn't been serviced in years.
The waiting room was packed. Mothers sat slumped in chairs, their children scattered around them like living luggage. Some fussed, some slept, some wailed at the top of their lungs until their mothers pulled out the only weapon guaranteed to silence them: their breasts.
Shaun's eyes tracked the movement with interest.
Women unbuttoned their tops, tugged bras aside, and let their swollen breasts hang free. Infants latched on hungrily, lips smacking, tiny hands kneading soft flesh. It was natural, primal, a scene repeated in waiting rooms across the world.
'Hospital visits have their perks,' Shaun thought, watching a mother across the room adjust her baby's position. 'No shame, no hiding. Just what needs to be done.'
Cassandra carried him to a corner and sat down, adjusting him in her lap. That's when Shaun noticed her.
A woman sat directly across from them, and she was a sight to behold. Long dark hair tied back in a messy bun, exhaustion written across her face but unable to hide the quiet beauty underneath. Her blouse hung loose, stretched by the weight of her chest. Breasts that made even Clara's look modest by comparison, heavy and full, straining against fabric that had given up trying to contain them properly.
And in her arms, she balanced two babies at once.
Twins. Identical twins.
Their faces were perfect mirror images of each other. Same button nose, same curve of cheeks, same shape of eyes, same soft wispy hair. Even their expressions matched, both looking around the waiting room with the same curious wonder.
Cassandra smiled warmly. "Miss Brooks! I didn't know you had an appointment today too."
Miss Brooks looked up, relief washing over her tired features. "Cassandra! Oh thank God, a familiar face. These two have been fussy all morning."
Miss Brooks lives just two blocks from their house. Shaun has seen her countless times during their evening walks, always struggling with the double stroller or juggling both babies while trying to manage groceries. Cassandra has helped her more than once, and the twins have seen Shaun plenty of times, though they've never been close enough to really interact.
Cassandra reached out, gently touching one of the twin's cheeks. "They're getting so big. Is this Mira?"
Miss Brooks glanced at which baby Cassandra was touching and smiled tiredly. "That's Mara, actually."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Cassandra looked between the two babies. "How do you even tell them apart? They look absolutely identical."
Miss Brooks shifted both babies in her arms and held up Mara's hand. "See? I painted one of her fingernails. Mara has the pink nail, Mira doesn't. Otherwise, even I get confused sometimes."
"That's clever," Cassandra said with a laugh.
"Ten months now, right?" Cassandra asked.
"Yes, ten months," Miss Brooks confirmed, adjusting Mara on her knee. "Growing faster than I can keep up with. Hospital visits are twice as hard when you're juggling two."
Cassandra nodded sympathetically. "I can't imagine. Shaun keeps me busy enough on his own."
Miss Brooks looked down at Shaun and reached out, brushing his cheek with her fingers. Her touch was gentle, maternal. "He's grown so much since I last saw him. What a handsome little man."
Shaun let out a happy giggle, his baby body responding automatically to the affection.
'Those breasts though,' he thought, trying to keep his expression innocent. 'They're incredible. How does she even walk upright carrying those around?'
The twins gurgled and waved their hands, recognizing Shaun from the neighborhood. They'd seen him dozens of times before during evening strolls, though never this close. Mira leaned forward in her mother's arms, curious. Mara copied her sister's movement, both of them making soft baby sounds.
'They're staring at me like I'm some kind of toy,' Shaun observed. 'Cute kids though. Really cute.'
Cassandra's pride bubbled over. "Shaun said 'mama' for the first time this morning," she told Miss Brooks, her eyes lighting up. "I called Clara into the room to hear it. We were both crying."
"This morning? Oh, Cassandra, that's wonderful!" Miss Brooks's face brightened genuinely. "That's such a special moment. You must be over the moon."
"I am," Cassandra admitted, stroking Shaun's hair. "They grow up so fast. Sometimes I wish I could freeze time and keep him little forever."
Miss Brooks smiled, though something sad flickered in her eyes. "I know what you mean. Enjoy every moment."
Before they could continue, a voice called from the doorway.
"Cassandra Smith and Shaun?"
Shaun's whole body tensed.
Dr. Peterson.
He stood in the doorway, impossible to miss. Tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of build that suggested he spent more time at the gym than most doctors had time for. His jawline was sharp, his teeth unnaturally white, his hair styled with just enough product to look effortless. A wedding ring glinted on his left hand, but that didn't stop the way his eyes lingered on Cassandra's face.
'Here we go,' Shaun thought with resignation.
Cassandra stood, adjusting Shaun on her hip. "See you later, Miss Brooks. Good luck with the appointment."
"You too," Miss Brooks replied, waving at Shaun.
They followed Peterson down the hallway, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The exam room was small and sterile, too white, too bright. A padded table sat against one wall, a counter with medical supplies on the other.
Peterson smiled at Cassandra. "Good to see you again, Cassandra. How have things been?"
His tone was friendly, professional even, but his body language told a different story. He stood just slightly too close, his posture open and inviting.
'Subtle,' Shaun observed. 'Real subtle, doc.'
Peterson touched Shaun's cheek briefly, then his fingers moved to Shaun's hair, petting it gently. "Beautiful black hair. Gets darker every visit." His eyes flicked to Cassandra. "Takes after you, I assume?"
Cassandra nodded. "Yes, he has my coloring."
"Good genes," Peterson said smoothly. "How's the little man otherwise? Growing well?"
"He's been doing great. Eating well, sleeping mostly through the night now."
"That's excellent." Peterson's attention shifted back to Cassandra. "And how about you? Taking care of yourself? Single motherhood can be exhausting."
There it was. The probe, wrapped in concern.
Cassandra's smile tightened slightly. "I'm managing fine, thank you."
"Good, good. It's important to have support." He let the offer hang in the air, his eyes holding hers. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out."
'Oh my god. Did he just wink? This guy's married and still pulling this crap.'
The examination began. Peterson lifted Shaun gently, setting him on the padded table. His hands were too confident, too casual, as he checked Shaun's arms, legs, head circumference. He spoke smoothly, half to Cassandra, half to himself.
"His hair's darkened more since last visit. Height's good, twenty-nine inches. Weight's within normal range. And..." Peterson lowered Shaun's diaper briefly, scribbling notes. "His penis has grown well. About one inch now. Faster than average for his age."
Cassandra blinked. "Is that a bad sign?"
Peterson shook his head, reassuring. "No, no. Quite the opposite. It shows healthy growth. Some boys develop quicker, that's all."
Shaun's thoughts went racing.
'Angela said she'd bless me in this life. This is just the start. One inch now... just wait. I'll be a monster when the time comes.'
Peterson chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "You'll have to keep an eye on him, Cassandra. With growth like this, he might break hearts before he even gets to school."
Cassandra laughed softly, hiding her smile with her hand.
Peterson reached for a syringe. "Time for the vaccine shot. Most babies cry when they see needles."
He swabbed Shaun's thigh with alcohol-soaked cotton, positioning the needle carefully. "Alright, little man. Quick pinch and..."
Shaun pushed.
Warm feces erupted directly into Peterson's palm, oozing between his fingers.
"What the—!" Peterson jerked back, but urine followed, spraying across his chest in a perfect arc.
The syringe clattered to the floor. Peterson stumbled backward, his face twisted in disgust. His coat was ruined, brown smears across the front, yellow stains spreading outward.
"Oh my God," Cassandra gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Her shoulders shook, caught between horror and the urge to laugh.
Shaun burst into giggles, his whole body shaking with delight. His legs kicked victoriously.
Peterson stood frozen, arms held away from his body, staring at the disaster coating his hands and coat. "This happens sometimes," he managed through gritted teeth. "Completely normal."
He grabbed paper towels, yanking sheets off frantically. The more he wiped, the more it spread. The smell was overwhelming.
'That's what you get,' Shaun thought gleefully. 'For every unnecessary touch. Every lingering look.'
The rest of the appointment passed quickly. Peterson finished the injection with visible irritation, keeping his distance. He gave Cassandra the usual instructions, his charm notably diminished.
"See you at the next checkup," Peterson said stiffly.
"Thank you, Doctor. I'm truly sorry for what happened," Cassandra replied, lifting Shaun.
"It's fine," he replied, still reeking of urine.
Outside, Cassandra was still fighting back laughter when she spotted Miss Brooks in the parking lot, standing helplessly beside her car with both twins crying.
"Miss Brooks?" Cassandra called, walking over. "Everything okay?"
Miss Brooks looked up, stress evident. "Car won't start. I've tried everything. And with both girls crying..." She looked like she might cry herself.
"Come with us," Cassandra said immediately. "We'll give you a ride home. You only live a couple blocks from us anyway."
Relief flooded Miss Brooks's face. "Oh, Cassandra, are you sure? I don't want to impose."
"It's no imposition. We're neighbors. That's what neighbors do."
Minutes later, they were all packed into Cassandra's car. Miss Brooks sat in the passenger seat, visibly grateful. Shaun was strapped in his carrier in the back, with Mira and Mara in their car seats on either side of him.
The twins stared at Shaun with wide, curious eyes. Mira reached out her tiny hand, touching Shaun's arm. Mara giggled and did the same, both fascinated.
Shaun looked at them, then his gaze drifted upward.
From his position in the backseat, he had a perfect view of Miss Brooks. The way she sat, leaning toward Cassandra as they talked, gave him an unobstructed view of her profile. Her blouse strained against her chest. Her breasts were magnificent, heavy and full, moving slightly with every breath.
'Those are something else,' Shaun thought, unable to look away. 'Absolutely incredible.'
He stared at the magnificent sight for a long moment, memorizing every detail.
Then a familiar chime sounded in his mind.
[New Quest Available]
[Objective: Drink from Miss Brooks's breast, Suck it, Grab it, Squeeze it]
[Reward: Random Skill Unlock]
[Time Limit: None]
Shaun stared at the notification, his mind going blank.
'What the fuck? How am I supposed to pull this off?'