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Delia Ketchum sat on the living couch massaging her temples with her hands. Dark circle had become prominent underneath her eyes as her face had aged many years in such a short amount of time. Why did they think this was a good idea? It had been two days, two very very long days. Delia moaned hanging her pounding head in her hands as her migraine took its toll. This...this beast was not her daughter Delia had decided at once. If Rachel wanted her she could have her. In fact if that thing in the other room didn’t stop crying she was going to ask Rachel to take it far far away and not come back. This was all her doing after all. “Please help me.” Rachel begged from the back of the house as she tried and failed the calm the screaming 11 year old infant. In the whole two days time the girl had done nothing but scream as soon as she woke up the morning after the regression. Rachel didn’t know what to do and Delia had refused to even lift a finger stating that that thing that looked like Emily was nothing more than a monster. Rachel knew Delia would come around eventually; she was simply still hurting from the loss of her daughter. It also didn’t help that only Rachel seemed to be capable of placating the girls tantrums...eventually. “Please eat.” Rachel whimpered to the screaming and thrashing child that laid out on the bed kicking it’s limbs. Rachel tried and tried again to hold her still and get her to nurse from the bottle by teasing the girls lips with the rubber nipple, but as quickly as the child would latch on, she would quickly spit it out and turn her head away in refusal. Soon she refused to even put the nipple in her mouth. “What is it that you want?” Rachel desperately asked hoping for some kind of sign. “I’ve tried giving you solid food, baby food, liquids, fruit.” After another failed attempt, the woman sighed setting the still full bottle of milk on the nightstand. “You haven’t eaten anything in two days! I know you’re hungry so why won’t you eat?” She’d have to call the Dr, again she decided as she pulled out her cellphone. Both were at a loss of what to do as he had no experience also when it came to age regressed children, but then again; who did? After explaining to him that none of his previous suggestions had worked; he agreed he’d be over in a minute to examine her. Maybe she was sick, he suggested. Sick he could work with. “THANK YOU FOR COMING SO QUICKLY!” Rachel yelled over the sounds of screaming once the Dr. had arrived at the front door. Rachel offered him a pair of earplugs as she led him to the back of the house to Emily’s bedroom. “Still no luck?” He asked growing concerned at the sight of the child clad only in a diaper atop the bed. Rachel shook her head and demonstrated with the bottle as Emily latched on for a second, but decided quickly it wasn’t what she wanted. “No luck with other types of food either?” He frowned at Rachel's response. She would become underweight very quickly if this kept up, and the neighbors had already grown concerned with the sounds coming from the house. “I’ll have to insert a g-tube if this keeps up.” He announced picking up the bottle and examining it. “It’s like she doesn’t know what to do with regular food.” Rachel said sitting on the edge of the bed as Emily crawled closer sensing the woman’s presence. “Have you spent much time holding her at all?” The Dr. asked noticing the calming effect Rachel’s presence had. “Not really,” Rachel admitted with a sigh petting the girls head. “I can’t really get close when she’s like this.” She said motioning towards the girls flailing. “She’s a little better with me than with Delia though.” “I think she senses you’re her biological mother.” he said examining the rubber tip of the bottle. “Have you noticed she has been drawing closer to you since you sat down?” Rachel nodded in agreement from her spot on the bed taking notice that Emily had indeed managed to pull herself from one end of the bed to the other in order to get close. “I would like to try something. Please lay fully down on the bed and hold her to your body.” Rachel complied as she managed to fully stretch out as she gently herded the thrashing child closer and closer until she laid almost on top of Rachel as the woman winced from the impact of her flying limbs that made contact. “Now talk to her. Try and let her know you’re there to comfort and love her. Emily is fully relying on instinct now just like a real baby would. Babies need to be held and comforted. She senses your fear and frustration and is responding to that. Try and relax.” “Babies also need to eat.” Rachel pointed out. “We’ll get to that in a minute, but for now try and focus on whispering calming and soothing words. Talk to her like you would a real baby and do what comes naturally.” Rachel nodded her head and wrapped her arms around the upset child who continued to cry and squirm. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” She whispered petting Emily’s head. “You’re gonna be okay; I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m here...M-mommy...mommies here.” Rachel whispered into the child's ear as she slowly rocked her back and forth as Emily’s shrill crying slowly turned into whimpering as her head seemed to search around for something. “Good, now lift up your shirt.” “You’re not suggesting what I think you are.” Rachel said giving the Dr a confused look. “I’m not…” “I know you’re not, but let her try. I think I know what the problem is. “ “Umm. alright.” Rachel said uncertainly as she gently tugged her shirt up exposing everything underneath since she had forgone a bra due to the excessive heat. “So do I just wait...or…” “Just gently guide her along, if this is the issue she’ll know what to do.” Rachel slightly rolled over a bit and positioned herself so she was in line with Emily’s head as she coaxed the girl closer. Emily seemed more than willing and soon she quickly latched onto one of Rachel’s exposed breasts as Rachel cringed and softly moaned. “This is so weird.” Rachel said making a face expecting Emily to quickly unlatch just like she had the bottle, but was surprised to see her keep suckling as she quieted down and laid still. “The problem is that she wants to nurse.” The Dr explained. “Then why won’t she nurse on a bottle or pacifier?” Rachel asked dumbfounded as she watched the 11 year old child going to town on her boob. “I don’t think she likes the rubber; she wants the real thing.” The Dr. explained. “If she wants to suckle then let her.” “This is not normal.” Rachel said with a grimace at the sight and sensation. “Nothing about this situation is normal.” The Dr. said. “Emily is acting on instinct and her instincts are telling her to nurse.” “But this doesn’t fix the problem since nothing's going to come out.” “Now try the bottle.” The Dr suggested handing it over. “She’s been sucking for a few minutes and has significantly calmed down.” “Ah, finally!” Rachel said as she breathed a sigh of relief once Emily began sucking on the bottle instead. “I thought you said she didn’t like the rubber?” “Maybe what she is really craving is skin to skin contact.” He suggested watching Emily calmly sucking down the milk with the side of her face resting on Rachel’s exposed breast as he thought about it. “How would you feel about nursing her for real?” “Umm, I-umm, is that even possible?” “Nothing that a few hormone injections and patches can’t fix.” he said with a shrug. “It’s up to you, but I think you should give it a try. It would be a good chance to bond and she might need to nurse on you in order to calm down anyway before she’ll willingly take a bottle.” “I- I suppose.” Rachel said after a moment of silence as she watched the now content girl beginning to drift off to sleep in her arms. “I can start the process now if you’d like.” He said tapping his arm console. “The supplies are in my inventory.” The woman thought about it for a moment as she lightly stroked Emily’s head. The thought of breastfeeding an eleven year old girl made Rachel cringe, but as she thought about it, here was her chance to be her mommy like she had wanted to from the beginning. Sure she’d have to share with Delia once she got over whatever was going on in her head, but for now, it was just her and Emily together. “How long will it take?” Rachel asked. “Just a few days; a week tops.” “How will I know it’s working?” “Oh you’ll know. So are you interested?” He asked. “Since she physically isn’t a baby she will need to eat more than nursing will supply, but it will come in handy in order to calm her down when she’s fussy.” “Alright.” Rachel agreed with a nod of her head firmly patting Emily’s back once she let out a hiccup. After a quick injection into Rachel’s hip, the Dr. slipped a patch onto her back and left a box of them on the nightstand. “Make sure you change it every six hours. Speaking of change.” He said motioning towards Emily’s scrunched up face. “Finally.” Rachel said letting out a relieved sigh. “She hasn’t gone at all since. I was starting to get worried.” She began gently rubbing small circles into Emily’s tummy with the palm of her hand to help move things along. “It’s still not very much.” Rachel said after checking the back of the girls diaper. “Her body is probably still under a lot of stress from the accident and regression. Not to mention she’s dehydrated. I’ll leave you a few fleet enemas just in case.” The dr said setting the additional packet on the nightstand. “Thank you for coming.” Rachel said giving Emily a quick change as the Dr. nodded and headed back towards the clinic. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Rachel moaned slightly in annoyance as she tried to discreetly adjust herself in the aisle of the supermarket. It had only been four days, but she had already began experiencing many physical changes to her body since starting the hormone patches. Like the fact that none of her bras seemed to fit her anymore as she had to constantly keep readjusting herself to keep everything from falling out. Apart from their bigger size, they constantly ached from the new sensitivity and Rachel had to keep reminding herself she was out in public so as not to give in to the temptation to massage them in the middle of the store. After the tenth re-adjustment of the day and a quick pat to make sure everything was where it should be, Rachel pushed the cart up and down the aisles looking for something to try and feed Emily. She still wasn’t eating much, but for whatever reason, things had improved slightly by letting her suckle on the the woman’s chest before trying to feed her. The awkwardness had improved as Rachel got more and more used to the idea, but the discomfort grew as her breasts became more and more sensitive as the pressure inside of them grew. She knew it would be any day now. She stopped to examine the rows of different flavors of applesauce as she tried to decide between regular or wild berry. Might as well get wild berry just incase, she thought, more because she herself liked it over the original and figured if Emily wouldn’t eat it Rachel would. Next she picked up some fruit cups, yogurt, and other varieties of soft foods making sure either she or Delia liked them just incase they had failed so not to have a fridge full of untouched food. After picking up some more diapers, wipes and other necessities, she headed to the check out and began loading up the conveyer belt as the young female checker quickly scanned her items. “How olds the baby?” She suddenly asked cause Rachel to snap out of her trance. “You just had it, huh?” “Oh, umm.” Rachel said a bit panicked and tried to think. “About a week.” She answered suddenly wanting to hit herself. Nothing in her purchases suggested she just had a baby. “Aww, how cute!” The checker said bringing up the total on the screen before leaning in and whispering. “You’re leaking.” “Huh?” Rachel said looking down at her pants before looking up to see the checker as she motioning at her chest. “Don’t worry, it happens.” The checker said after seeing the horrified look displayed on Rachel’s face once she realized just where the leaking was coming from. “Other than that, you don’t even look like you had a baby! I’m so jealous! It took me forever to loose all the baby weight.” Rachel nodded her head in thanks before quickly grabbing her bags and rushing back to the car. “Oh no!” She said sighing as she examined the wet stains running down her shirt. After the twenty minute drive from Viridian City, she quickly grabbed her purchases before sneaking inside and setting them on the table. She’d have to change quickly in order to hide this from Delia and- “Nice.” Delia said from her spot in the kitchen as she snickered. “It figures we’d spill things there, huh?” “Y-yeah.” Rachel said with a nervous laugh. “I ended up hitting a bump in the road on the way to the grocery store while I was holding my drink and, well.” Rachel said letting the evidence speak for itself and letting out a relieved sigh. Delia seemed to be in a much better mood today. “It’s funny how that always works out.” Delia said taking a sip from her coffee. “If it doesn’t spill down your chest; it’s in your lap. It never fails.” “Yeah, it was so embarrassing!” Rachel admitted taking her chances to try and get a laugh out of the woman. “The girl at the checker thought I was lactating! I wanted to die.” Delia snickered again almost spitting out her mouth full of coffee. “A baby at our age?” Delia chuckled. “Speaking of.” She said motioning towards the back. “I don’t know what you’ve been doing these last few days, but it has really calmed down, thank you.” Rachel let out an exasperated sigh. So she was still referring to her as an “It.” “How was she while I was gone?” Rachel asked putting the groceries away. Delia shrugged causing Rachel’s temper to flare. Had she not even checked on her this entire time? Emily’s cries soon filled the air as Delia let out an annoyed sigh as Rachel rushed to the back of the house. “Emmy, it’s okay.” Rachel said closing the door the Emily’s room behind her and making her way over to the bed to lower the bar. “Shh, I got you.” Rachel said lying down next to upset child and wrapping her in a hug. “Okay okay, I get it. No groping mommy.” She said trying to brush Emily’s curious hands away. “Well, lets see if this works.” Rachel said before removing everything from the waist up. Emily quickly latched on without being being guided as her cries were finally silenced. Rachel could finally feel the pressure diminishing from the side Emily was nursing off of letting her know she was indeed fully lactating. “As long as you're happy, I guess.” Rachel muttered closing her eyes and imagining the scene of eleven years previous as she held the newborn Emily in her arms softly cooing as she nursed. Emily’s sudden whimpering a few minutes later informing her it was time to switch sides as she winced and tried to get her to let go. “I promise there’s more over here.” Rachel winced in pain as Emily refused to unlatch. After a few minutes of her sucking rewarded her with nothing, she unhooked herself as Rachel guided her head over to the other side. After realizing she could have more, Emily happily returned to nursing the new side while Rachel gently rubbed her back. “I guess this isn’t so bad.” Rachel said softly as the two stayed cuddled together long after the girl had made quick work of draining the other side and let go. Rachel softly hummed rubbing and patting Emily’s back as a look of pure and utter bliss encompassed the girl’s face as she truly smiled for the first time. “I love you, Emmy.” Rachel whispered running a hand through the girls hair before pausing as she felt the padding under Emily suddenly growing warm. “A little too much to drink there?” Rachel asked in jest as she checked the girls diaper. “I think you’ll be okay for a little while longer. How’s about the two of us take a nap?” Rachel suggested only to find Emily was already way ahead of her as she dozed peacefully against one of her new favorite beverage containers.
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