"I'm sorry, Ms. Stewart. Rules are rules. We just don't adopt out small children to women of your age." Ms. Wilde said as she stood up from behind her desk.

"Isn't there anything you can do?" Ms. Stewart said as she began to stand.

"I wish there was." Ms. Wilde replied as she looked up at the older woman's face.

As they walked out of Ms. Wilde's office they almost appeared as mother and child. Ms. Wilde at 5'2" only came as high as Ms. Stewart's bosom.

In the hallway there was some commotion and the name James was yelled out more than once.

As both women looked, a small boy appeared and ran down an adjoining hallway before reaching them.

Ms. Stewart smiled, "What an adorable baby. I take it that's James?"

"Right and wrong. That's James but he's no baby."

"What do you mean?" Ms. Stewart questioned.

"You see, James is nineteen. He had a malfunctioning pituitary gland and its left him a stunted two feet eleven inches. The only reason he's with us is that the judge who issued his delinquency sentence mandated that he remain with us for two years after he turned of legal age. I tell you I can't wait to get rid of him."

A smile began to wax across Ms. Stewart's face, "Can he be adopted?"

"Adopted. Who would want..." Ms. Wilde stopped herself as she smiled back at the 6'11" Ms. Stewart who so desparately wanted a child.

'I love it.' Ms. Wilde thought to herself, 'That little devil. He'll finally get his. I can't wait to see his face.'

"Consider him adopted." Ms. Wilde finally said.

It was only two hours later that James was called to Ms. Wilde's office.

As he entered he saw her seated behind her desk and although he could make out a person seated near the desk, from where he stood, he couldn't make out who it was.

"Come closer James. I want you to meet someone."

James trudged slowly forward until he reached the side of Ms. Stewart's chair. When he turned to look at her, his face froze. Even seated, Ms. Stewart was quite a sight. Her lap rose even with James' chest.

Besides her height, the only thing James noticed was her freckles. She had freckles all over her face and all over her bosom, which was revealed through her low cut white blouse. Admittedly though, Ms. Stewart's long line of cleavage certainly turned him on.

"This is Ms. Stewart. She had agreed to house you until your release."

"What? I don't want to go anywhere. I like it here." James said as she faced Ms. Wilde.

'What an adorable little voice.' Ms. Stewart thought to herself as she observed James thoroughly, 'And his body, it's absolutely perfect. If I didn't know any better I'd think him a toddler.'

"Well, you are going. And you're leaving now. Goodbye James. Thank you Ms. Stewart." Ms. Wilde said as she rose from her desk and extended her hand.

As Ms. Stewart rose, James turned. He swallowed hard. Poor James, his shoulder barely cleared her kneecap! As he looked up, Ms. Stewart's waist seemed so far away. Never had he been side to side with a woman as tall as Ms. Stewart.

"Come along, James." Ms. Stewart said as she positioned herself behind him.

James looked up. Ms. Wilde was now hidden from view. He could see that Ms. Stewart was starting to bend over and reach for him. He quickly moved to the door.

"There we go." Ms. Stewart smiled as she continued walking behind him until they exited the building.

As soon as they were outside, Ms. Stewart leaned over and put James' miniature hand firmly into her own.

"What are you doing? I don't need you to hold my hand. I'm nineteen years old."

"I know you're nineteen. But I'm concerned about you walking alone in the parking lot. A car might not see you and you could be hurt. Come on, my car's right there."

How dare she hold his hand! He wasn't a child! And she had another think coming if she thought she could get away with anything else!

When they reached the car, Ms. Stewart opened up the back door to reveal a car seat.

"Come on, climb in." She instructed James.

"Not on your life. Why can't I sit in front?" James asked.

"Because the laws are that persons under three feet six inches tall must ride in car seats. I'm not getting a ticket on account of you." Ms. Stewart said as she moved herself closer to James continuing to hold his hand.

"Nineteen or not. If you don't climb into that car seat, I'll put you in it." Ms. Stewart said matter of factly.

As James didn't reply, Ms. Stewart started to reach down. As soon as James saw those monstrous hands, he climbed right into the car seat.

Ms. Stewart laughed then she leaned over and, without asking, buckled him in, lowered the front guard and squeezed his cheek.

"I think Ms. Wilde was wrong about you. You're a very good little boy."

With that, Ms. Stewart closed the door.

'LITTLE BOY! That stupid bitch. I'll show her."

As Ms. Stewart pulled out of the orphanage's parking lot, James tried in vain to lift the front guard of the chair. He failed to realize that it locked in place and the release lever was placed behind the chair to ensure that small children would have to wait for an adult to release them, as James would have to await Ms. Stewart!

She saw him struggling; however, said nothing.

She pulled up to a small house on a barren street. After exiting the car, she walked over and opened up the rear door.

"We're home sweetheart." Ms. Stewart said as she smiled down at her nineteen year old captive. She released the guard and then moved to undo the safety belt.

James quickly stopped her.

"I can do it!" he yelled as he pushed her large hands away, "I'm not a baby!

"I'm sorry." Ms. Stewart replied as she removed her hands.

What James failed to realize is that the belt was designed to be opened in three places, meaning that one hand had to be large enough to open two clasps at once. His hand wasn't.

Once he realized this, he became very nervous. He knew she was watching him and he knew he needed help.

"Would you like mother to help you?" Ms. Stewart said as she raised James's lowered head by lifting his chin with her finger.

James felt like crying but he managed to hold it in by not speaking. He just nodded his head. In his anxious state, he failed to notice her use of the work MOTHER.

After undoing the clasp, James climbed down to the driveway.

"Do I at least get a thank you?" Ms. Stewart said as she remained standing next to the car.

James turned and, still nervous, muttered a 'thanks'.

"What kind of thank you was that, James?" she said as she walked up to him and then kneeled in front of him, "Hmm. What kind of that you was that Jamie?"

At 6'11", even on her knees, Ms. Stewart towered over poor James.

James kept his head down and started to back away, but she took his hand and pulled him towards her. He looked up. Freckled cleavage was above his head! It was then that he felt a hand on his bottom and a second splayed across his back.

'Poor baby.' Ms. Stewart thought as she moved to pick up the babysized nineteen year old that stood before her.

"No, please..." James said as he felt his small body being lifted.

"It's alright baby. Come to mommy..." Ms. Stewart said as she lifted a struggling James to her chest and held him firmly whilst she rose.

"No! I.." James' screams were muffled by Ms. Stewart's fragrant bosom.

'Shh...Shhh' Ms. Stewart thought to herself, 'Everything will be alright. I'm here for you. Shhh...'

TO BE CONTINUED...

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