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It was hard being not-quite-nineteen, and it was hard being nearly six months, and poor Nona was both. Her feelings were too big for her body, and her body was too wild for her mind, and she only had five months of memories to guide her.

Palamedes came up with a solution, which was why he got to be Mommy (he'd tried to get Nona to call him Uncle Warden, but baby Nona was a creature of impulse who couldn't be reasoned with). Mommy had lots of clever ideas, and he was always willing to be silly and get into mischief.

It was Mommy's idea to put Nona in diapers, and he always took the time to dress her whenever she was feeling small, wrapping and pinning cloth around Nona's hips and pulling a big soft t-shirt over her head. "Snug as a bug in a rug," he said, giving Nona a fond pat on the bum. "What do you want to do today, little one? Maybe finger paints, or making towers out of old boxes?"

Nona was feeling even more baby than usual. "Wanna cuddle," she said, slipping the end of one pigtail into her mouth. Mommy had a nice body for cuddles, lean and strong and just the right amount of soft, but of course it wasn't Mommy's body.

He didn't seem to mind. "Then cuddle we shall." Mommy climbed into bed with Nona and tugged her against his chest, wrapping his arms and legs around her like a clingy jellyfish. "Come here, snugglebug. We can cuddle as long as you like."

Cuddling against Mommy's chest was wonderful, feeling the warm pillowy softness of his breasts and hearing the steady thumping of his heart. It was almost too wonderful—Nona couldn't stop squirming, rubbing her thighs together, her eighteen-year-old body coursing with feelings that overwhelmed her tiny baby self.

Mommy shivered. "Nona, what—oh." Long limbs flexed around Nona, fingers reaching out to fidget with her pigtails, and Nona realized she wasn't cuddling with Mommy anymore. "Update?"

"Mama," Nona whined, rubbing her face against soft cleavage. "I'm baby. I was cuddling with Mommy and his nice tits made me feel funny. I'm hungry, Mama."

Mama snorted. "Definitely not grownup Nona, then." She ran a steady palm up and down Nona's back, her body still and calm except for the hard nipples poking against Nona. "Do you need Mama to take care of you?" Mama pressed her lean, powerful thigh between Nona's legs, and Nona whimpered and rubbed against her. Mama always knew exactly what Nona's crazy teenage body needed.

Mama tugged her shirt up and her bra down, revealing small, soft tits with stiff brown nipples. "Come here, Nona," she said, pulling Nona's head down to her chest in a completely different way than Mommy had. "Drink up, baby. Mama wants to make you feel good."

It felt so nice to suck on Mama's tit, feeling it fill Nona's mouth and squish against her face. It also felt nice for Mama to reach down and rub her hand against Nona's diaper. Nona's body was like a live wire, pleasure buzzing like a current from her mouth to her cunt and back again. Her orgasm made her squeak around Mama's nipple, her thighs clenching to keep Mama's firm, strong hand against Nona's throbbing pussy.

Mama was breathing hard, and her chest heaved under Nona's head, her nipple hard in Nona's mouth. "Good girl," she said in a warm voice, making something exciting flutter in Nona's stomach. "You should go see your Mummy. She loves babies." She ushered Nona out of bed and into the living room, where Mummy was sitting expectantly on the sofa.

"Hello princess," Mummy crooned, tugging Nona into her lap. "Are you a thirsty girl today? Looks like you took your other mother for quite a ride."

Mummy was totally different from Mama, in body and voice and personality. Her tits were flatter than Mama's, covered in coarse russet hair, but her hard little nipples felt just as warm and nice in Nona's mouth. Mummy was good at holding her like a real baby, cradling Nona in strong, wiry arms that smelled like cigarettes and machine grease. Nona could tell that Mummy had held real babies before.

It was easier to tell when Mummy was excited, because Nona could feel her cock poking up against Nona's ribs. Nona pulled away from Mummy's nipple, leaving a trail of spit. "Mummy, I'm so baby that I need something to suck on. Something big." It wasn't untrue, but Nona mostly said it because she knew it would make Mummy's cock twitch against her. Mummy had the best cock, and not just because it was the only one Nona had ever seen.

"Naughty little minx," Mummy said fondly, stroking Nona's sweaty hair. "Sit up, sweetheart, let Mummy sort herself out." Nona sat up, and Mummy shuffled her trousers down over her hips, letting her cock bounce free. It was flushed dark and shiny with wetness, so excited to see Nona that she couldn't help grinning as she bent down and licked the salty tip.

Nona's mouth was almost too small for Mummy's cock, and it felt overwhelming, just like it did when Nona buried her face in Mama's cunt. Mummy smelled and tasted different from Mama, but just as nice. Her foreskin slipped up and down her shaft, and Nona brought her hand up to help manage all the moving parts.

Mummy's fingers tightened in Nona's hair when she came, and Nona did her best not to gag when sharp musky spunk hit the back of her throat. She must've done well, because Mummy rewarded her by gently petting Nona's hair.

"I love being a baby," Nona said, nuzzling closer to Mummy's hairy stomach. "Especially when I get to swallow your cock, or lick Mama's cunt, or play with Mommy's cardboard cities. And especially especially when I get to suck on yours or Mama's tits. Or Mommy's, but I guess his tits are really Mama's."

Mummy laughed. "You're something else, kiddie." She pulled Nona back into her arms, cradling her like Nona really was tiny and brand new. "Your Mama and Mommy and I will be here as long as you need. Maybe that makes us all fucked up, but who fucking gives a shit."

Baby Nona grinned. "Yeah, who fucking gives a shit." She heard Mama—or maybe Mommy—laughing loudly in the next room.