Mama Luna - Part 3

>So here you sit in front of Luna, in all your new fittings, just in awe of your situation
>You would burst out of there if you could, but you know what would happen if you go on Luna's bad side... she has fucking magic
>You would be fighting to no avail
>So you just continue to sit as Luna looks over you, checking her job well done
>"Oooohhh... you look perfect!" Luna squeed
>You give an angry "thuck" on your pacifier and an annoyed expression
>"Now mama's going to go prepare some things, so you be good, little one! Why don't you go play with your toys?"
>She kisses you on the cheek and walks out of the door, shutting it behind her
>Luna just kissed you
>This would have been pretty cool if not for your situation
*click*
>You hear the door lock, probably because she expected you to try something
>You spot some building blocks that resembled those big oversized legos you used to play with when you were little in one corner of the room
>Sitting here and sulking about your situation wasn't going to help pass time by
>You needed something to take up your time as to not get unbearably bored
>So you make your way over to the blocks in the corner
>Moving about proved a bit awkward, seeing as a thick diaper kept your legs spread further than you were ever used to
>So you sit back down at the blocks and start to organize them
>At least these gave you an outlet for your anger to try to put into creativity
>You think back to when you used to play with these things
>'I think I remember a robot design I thought was cool...'
>You take the blocks and start building a human-shaped figure
>carefully you pick up each block with your mitted hands and problematically placed them on top of one another
>Luckily for you, their size made for young children made them easy to handle even though handicapped
>Block by block, time seems to fly and you finish your robot
>You kind of brighten up a bit with your accomplishment and give a smirk at your creation


>Something felt like it was missing, though
>You had a big robot... but nothing for it to do
>Just then a thought comes to mind
>It seemed like a fun idea, but just to be sure...
>You be as quiet as possible, listening for what Luna was doing, and checking like you were paranoid that someone would watch you
>She is still in the other room doing something, but no sign of any watchful eyes
>No one could see you do this
>Okay...
>You grab the nearest other figure, that being a bunny doll
>You try to hold it up with one mitted hand, and you do manage to hold it up with a bit of fiddling
>You do the same with holding down the robot you made by its top so you could turn it
>You wind up the robot with its arm out...
>...And swing the robot around to make contact with the rabbit
>you make a "smack" noise and scoop and throw the bunny up and away from you
>Some battle action going on
>You remember doing this kind of thing when you still played with these sorts of things
>It brought a smile to your face
>Especially when you picked up the robot and piledrove it onto the rabbit, smashing it into pieces
>It was kind of loud with the clashing of the blocks and... pretty exciting given the circumstances
>"My my! That poor bunny had it coming, didn't he?"
>You react instantly as you jerk your head up to see Luna in the door
>How long was she standing there? How did I not hear her?
>How long was I playing with those blocks?
>"I'm so glad to see that your having fun with your playtime, little Anon!"
>Your face goes red again as you realize you just got caught playing with blocks
>"But, more playtime will have to wait... you need something in your tummy!"


>A slight cringe comes over you hearing the word "tummy"
>Just say stomach dammit
>You look at Luna and see she indeed brought feeding supplies... a bottle and a bib
>Really?
"Mmmh?" you mumble through your pacifier
>"Come on, Anon. You want your nice warm milky?"
>Luna takes a seat on the floor by your side and motions you to lay in her lap
>Surprisingly her lap looked large enough to hold your entire torso and upper legs
>You didn't budge, but she just pulls you on over into her lap anyways
>Your butt sits right in her lap, your head supported by one of her hooves and your legs bent and dangling over her legs
>As you get into this curled position, you are reminded again of your attire as you hear a crinkling sound and feel a bulkiness around your bottom
>"Now... I trust you to be a good baby when I take out your paci, okay?" Luna says as she affixes the bib onto you
>You say nothing
>Luna unties the straps at the back and the pacifier finally comes out of your mouth
>You take this opportunity to speak
"Look... Luna, all of this is very uncomfortable, and you can't expect me to really drink that? You've already put me through enough with me being in this shi-...uhh, stuff!"
>"Oh silly Anon, you need your milk so you can grow up big and strong and healthy!" She replies as she moves the bottle nipple towards your mouth
>It's like you didn't even fucking say anything
>You grab the bottle with your mitts and push it away from your mouth
"No! I am not drinking tha-MMMPH"
>You are silenced as your mitts grip slips as Luna puts more pressure on it to guide it to your mouth
>Your mouth instinctively closes around the nipple of the bottle, mostly to prevent the whole damn thing going into your mouth
>"There you go, baby! Go ahead and drink up!"
>Your mouth closing on the bottle squeezed a bit of the liquid onto your tongue
>It's warm... warm milk...
>And it's fairly sweet as well
>Before you can even think anything else, you start sucking on the bottle


>More and more warm milk finds its way out and hits your tongue, washing back down your throat
>You caught yourself doing this, but too late, as you instinctively got into the motions
>And you found you were a bit parched, so your body welcomed the milk, whether you wanted it or not
>And so you kept suckling on the bottle, trying to get as much milk out as you could
>"There you go... drink all your milkies, Anon..." Luna whispers
>You could hardly hear her words as the warmth of the milk and your repetitive suckling motion relaxed you
>You look up at Luna, from your position in her lap, right up into her eyes
>She looks back down, smiling at you and your innocent relaxed demeanor
>You give a weak smile of content through the bottle, which she happily replies with a humming, lulling tune
>This reminded you of what was going on, snapping you out of your daze
>You were getting down to the last 1/4 of the bottle, and your stomach was surprisingly feeling quite full
>You stop suckling as your stomach says 'stop'
>You can't believe yourself... you just drank almost that entire baby bottle WILLINGLY
>"No, baby... you need to finish your milkies..." Luna responds
>Luna kept the bottle in your mouth as you tried to push the bottle away
>Apparently this wouldn't be over until it was indeed completely gone
>You take a breath, and try to suckle out as much warm sweet milk as fast as you could
>Downing more and more milk, just about at the last drop, some milk slips down the wrong pipe
*COUGH*
>You choke up and reactively cough, spiting half a mouthful of milk out onto the floor and Luna, and the rest dripped onto your bib
>You can't stop coughing, and the instant "choking" feeling kind of scared you
>"OH, Anon! Come here... its okay... its okay..." she repeats as she brings you into an embrace, putting your head over her shoulders
>She starts rubbing and patting your back with a hoof
>In about another 30 seconds, the coughing subsided, and you just lay over her shoulder, in her embrace and a caring hoof caressing your back
>She relieved it so quickly...
>"There... all better, baby?"
"Y-yes... thank you Luna..."
>"Thank you who?"
>Ugh... fine, I suppose she earned one blurb of the word from me for this...
"Thank you... Mommy."