Picking up the now 3-month-old Jim, Sharon felt nothing but joy. He (actually now a she) was a warm little bundle that Sharon couldn't help but like. Jim was now in no condition to order her to do anything. He would now follow her dictates. And he was so Cuuuute! Sharon first put Jim over her shoulder and burped him. She then sat down and held the baby in her lap. "I came here today to engage in a little (ahem!) play with you today, and this is as good a time as any," Sharon told Jim. She began to nuzzle the infant girl. As the girl giggled, Sharon began to stroke its babyish chest. She then started tickling Jim from shoulders to tummy in quick strokes. Jim laughed as hard as any baby could, especially when Sharon reached his upper legs. Sharon then felt her lap getting very warm. The mirth had caused Jim to pee, and Sharon's old pair of french-cut panties, which had shrunk with Jim down to infancy, was not doing a very good job in soaking up the accident. "You little slime," Sharon yelled at Jim. "You should have diapered him when you had the chance," Abby replied. "Look, Jim, you willed yourself this size to attack her breasts," Sharon yelled at the now crying baby. "Is you breast fixation so bad that you'll let your daughter humiliate you like this?" Jim stopped an looked quizzical. He then scrunched up his face again, as he did when he willed himself younger, making very frightening noises. The result was...
Sat Jan 8 16:01:40 2000