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Robert's Reformation
Robert's Reformation
Chapter 5
Exhausted from his attempted escape and resulting infantile punishment, Robert spent much of the remainder of the day napping in his room.
Snuggled on the couch with his bosomy captor later that evening, Rob began to wonder if is fate was really all that bad. After all, having been made a boy again, he now had no worries and no responsibilities beyond keeping Mrs. Johnston happy. Smiling contentedly as the matron reached her arm around to cuddle him close, Robert found himself drifting off to sleep as an old black and white movie flickered on the TV. Not able to remember a time when he felt more at peace, the young man lay his head on his babysitter’s plump lap and let sleep overcome him.
Waking alone in bed the next morning, Robert cautiously climbed out, dressed himself in his new childish clothes and headed downstairs to begin the day. For the first time in as long as he could remember, the young man-turned-boy had no idea what was going to happen, as all plans were now in the hands of his magic-wielding babysitter hostess.
As Robert walked into the kitchen, Mrs. Johnston looked around from the counter where she was preparing their breakfast and remarked “My, don’t we seem happy this morning! Did you sleep well, Robbie?”
“Yes Ma’m!” chirped the boy, as he sat down to the kitchen table. Sharing pleasantries with his babysitter as they enjoyed their morning meal, Robert couldn’t help but stare at the jiggle of abundant cleavage which Martha Johnston’s half-buttoned shirt revealed. Looking up as he heard the woman giggle, the boy blushed from ear to ear when he realized his staring had been noticed.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed,” tittered the matron, as she playfully squeezed her arms to jiggle her bosom. “Most little boys can’t help looking at Mummy’s boobies. They’re so big and soft…
“You go right ahead and stare all you want!”
Despite his reflexive desire to accept the witch’s invitation, Robert was too embarrassed by Martha’s amused giggle to meet her gaze. Spending the remainder of his time at the breakfast table staring intently into his bowl, the man-turned-boy did steal an occasional glance at the matron’s creamy bosom when he felt she wasn’t looking, but deeply blushed each time a condescending titter reminded him that she always was.
Soon enough, breakfast ended and Mrs. Johnston removed the dishes from the table. Reaching out her hand to her charge, the matron cooed, “Come with Mummy, little boy. It’s time for your treat…” Both knowing the implications of her invitation and the consequences for disobedience, Robert put his hand in hers and let himself be led from the kitchen and into Mrs. Johnston’s plush den.
As she sat in her favourite over-stuffed armchair, Martha smiled down at the young man and slowly patted her thighs. “Robbie, why don’t you hop up on Mummy’s lap for a nice snuggle, hmm?” Recalling the previous day’s events, Robert obeyed his babysitter without hesitation and began to crawl up on the giant chair towards her.
“What a good boy!” cooed the witch, as she reached over to lift the young man. Placing an arm about him and humming contentedly as she unbuttoned her shirt, the matron smiled down at her charge and giggled “I trust you remember our little lesson from yesterday?”
Nodding submissively as he recalled his ticklish helplessness, Robert lay back and watched apprehensively as the woman again bared her abundant bosom in preparation for his nursing. Leaning forward to rest a soft breast against the lad’s cheek, Martha cooed “Oh, such a good baby. You’re not at all like the bad little boy who tried to run away from Mummy before.
“Yesterday’s coochie was a good warning for you sweetie and just a taste of what will happen if you disobey again.
“I’m sure we’ll be fine from now on, just as long as you remember that naughty little boys get sent to play with the Tickle Monster!” Ticklishly tweaking Robert’s toes as a reminder, his playful giggle was soon muffled by a plump nipple as the matron’s breast descended to envelop the young man’s face. Cooing in delight as her charge obediently began to nurse, the matron snuggled the lad close and murmured her satisfaction as Robert surrendered to her wishes without so much as a compliant.
Secretly infuriated by the condescending way the matron smiled and cooed as he suckled at her breast like a helpless baby, Robert began to wonder again at how he might be able to escape the bizarre prison of this woman’s country home. Though he was beginning to enjoy some aspects of being Martha Johnston’s charge, the infantile childishness of his position in her household was truly ridiculous and the nursing to which he was now expected to submit was simply too much to endure. His mood now grim with the realization that he was very much the witch’s age-bound prisoner, Robert stared blankly forward and did as the matron wished while quietly planning his next bid for freedom.
Oblivious to the lad’s secret objections, Mrs. Johnston cooed her approval and cuddled the young man close. Thinking his plans through, Robert smiled from under the plump heaviness of the witch’s imprisoning breast. “She thinks I’m hers now. Ha! She won’t suspect a thing…”