Update 2
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
The old hut was nestled in a grove of mango trees, the sweet scent of their blossoms heavy in the air. Leela was waiting for Raman, seated on a large, low cot that was pushed up against the wall. She had changed into a simple, white sari that clung to her curves in a way that was both innocent and provocative. Her hair was loose, cascading down her back in dark waves, and her eyes were alight with a mixture of mischief and desire.
Raman entered the hut, his breath catching in his throat as he saw her. "Leela," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"
Leela smiled, a slow, wicked smile that sent a shiver down his spine. "I've been thinking about you, Raman," she said, her voice low and sultry. "And I wanted to do something... different."
She patted the cot beside her, inviting him to sit. Raman hesitated for a moment before joining her, the cot creaking slightly under their combined weight.
"What do you mean, different?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Leela reached out, her hand cupping his cheek. "I've been feeling... motherly," she said, her fingers tracing his jawline. "I want to... to breastfeed you."
Raman's eyes widened in surprise.
“What?” he sputtered, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. “Leela, I don’t understand. I’m not...”
Leela placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. “Shh,” she whispered, her voice soft yet firm. “I know, Raman. But you see, I want to feel that connection, that intimacy. I want you to be my little baby.”
She moved her hand from his lips to his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Raman watched, mesmerized as she revealed his bare chubby white skin, inch by inch.
“But Leela, I’m not a baby,” he said, his voice quivering slightly.
She laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. “No, you’re not. But you will be, for me. You will be my little one.”
She pushed him gently until he was lying on the cot, his shirt open, revealing his smooth chubby bare chest.
Leela could feel the tension arising inside Raman. She could feel now that even if he is hesitating, he still wants a woman's touch, wants to touch a naked woman. Its been almost 15 years he has been deprived of any woman's touch. He is desperate now. Taking advantage of this situation, Leela started humiliating him by making him realize that Raman looks like a baby only because of his chubby body, white pinking skin tone and short height almost like a midget.
“Look at you,” she cooed, running her hand over his protruding belly. “All soft and squishy, just like a little baby.”
Raman felt a flush of anger, but it was quickly overtaken by a wave of arousal. He could feel his cock stirring in his pants, betraying him.
“Fuck, Leela,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “This is fucking weird.”
Leela chuckled, a sound that was both innocent and seductive. “Maybe it is, Raman. But it’s what I want.” Leela whispered, her voice husky with desire. She continued, "If you really want to see my boobs, then the only way you can get it, as my baby. No other way. If you are not ok with this, then fine, you can go."
Raman's cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal. He was torn between his pride and his desire. His cock was throbbing now, demanding release. He could feel the wet patch growing on his pants, the scent of his arousal filling the air.
Leela noticed his predicament and smirked, her hand moving to his pants. "Let's get these off, shall we?" she said, her voice husky and demanding.
Raman hesitated, "But why do you want me to be NANGA?"
Leela replied, "Because I want you to be a 6 months old baby"
Raman's face turned red in shame and anger. He shouted, "Fuck you, Leela! Why the fuck would you want me to be a baby. I am a 60 year old man. I am not a fucking baby."
Leela leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Because I want to feel your mouth on my nipple. I want to feel your tongue swirling around it. I want to feel your tiny hands gripping my boobs. I want to feel your body pressing against mine as you suckle. And I want to feel your tiny cock peeing on me. I want you to poop on me like a baby so that i can clean your asshole by putting my hinger inside and clean properly like a baby. This is the only way I can have all of that, Raman."
So if you want to taste my tits, you'll do as I say," she growled, her voice dripping with lust and demand.
Raman could feel his cock pulsing against his pants, betraying his arousal despite his anger. He gritted his teeth, trying to find the strength to resist her, but his body was a traitor, eager to submit to her desires.
Leela saw the battle in his eyes and smirked. She took his hand and placed it on her breast, the firm mound straining against the thin fabric of her sari. "Feel that, Raman. Feel how firm and full they are. Just like a mother's breast, ready to feed her hungry little one."
Raman's hand trembled as he felt the weight of her breast, the nipple hardening under his touch. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, could smell the sweet scent of her skin.
Leela smiled, her eyes half-closed as she reveled in his touch. "Good boy," she murmured. "Now, let's get you ready."
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
