Once they entered the kitchen, a much embarrassed tim found himself immediately placed in his high-chair. After but a few minutes, Ms. Nelson leaned over from behind his chair and placed a baby bottle in front of him!

"What is this?" tim said nervously as he noticed the bottle's large size in relation to his babylike hands.

"Why, it contains your milk timothy. You've gone through all your sippy cups and this is all mommy has left."

'Did she say "mommy"?' tim thought as Ms. Nelson walked in front of him and picked up the bottle, immediately pushing the teat to his lips.

"No." tim said as he used his miniature hands to push the bottle away from his mouth.

"Now timothy. Don't you want your milk? Hmm?"

tim just shook his head in the negative while keeping his mouth closed. "Well, I'm afraid you don't have an option here timothy. I am not going to have you start a full day of lessons without first having a proper breakfast. Now open for mommy." she said as she took a seat next to him.

Perturbed at her second use of the word, tim blurted, "Why do you call yourself momm..."

Ms. Nelson pushed the teat into his mouth and held it there while she squeezed the main of the bottle forcing milk to enter poor little timothy's mouth at a fast rate. tim was compelled to swallow the excessively sweetened milk!

"Now, will you be a big boy and feed yourself, or do I have to play mommy and hold your ba-ba." she smiled as she knew her teasing words were thoroughly humiliating poor little timothy.

tim nodded in the affirmative.

"Mommy has to hold ba-ba?"

tim quickly nodded the other way.

"Oh, you're going to be a big boy." Ms. Nelson chuckled as she released her hold on the baby bottle and stood up.

She watched in delight as the little eighteen year old continued holding the baby bottle to his lips and suckling from it.

'Awww' she thought to herself, 'doesn't he look adorable.'

Ms. Nelson leaned over and stroked timothy's head though he didn't know why.

Then as she prepared his breakfast she continued her thoughts, 'And he got so mift when I referred to myself as mommy. ha..ha...honestly though, an eighteen year old the size of a three year old should almost expect such treatment. He can't feed himself, he can't open doors,..."

As she continued her thoughts, she inadvertently pureed timothy's breakfast.

When she placed his breakfast down, timothy just stared.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Oh, it's just porridge." Ms. Nelson lied.

tim leaned over to smell it. He didn't like the smell and quickly moved his head away, only by then he had a bit on the tip of his nose.

"You are such the little one." Ms. Nelson commented matter-of-factly as she leaned over and wiped the porridge from his nose.

tim didn't even look up. Even Ms. Nelson's breasts had stopped interesting him. He was starting to feel like her child!

"I'm not hungry." he said quietly.

"Do we need mommy again?" Ms. Nelson said as she stood up and filled his spoon with porridge.

timothy's mouth quivered. He felt like crying. He resolved to just keep his mouth closed and look away from her.

Ms. Nelson could see he was upset and angry.

"Aww...mommy's here for you. Don't cry."

She reached over and, taking his lower jaw between her fingers, she squeezed it open. Then, she deftly inserted the spoon and closing his mouth, forced his head up and back with her finger so as to force him to swallow.

"N...n...no, I...I don..." little timothy started as another full spoon was pushed into his mouth.

He banged his little hands on the tray and started to cry.

"I d...don't l..like.."

"Shhh...mommy knows..." Ms. Nelson replied before shoveling another spoon into his mouth.

Before long she had force fed him the entire meal!

timothy was exhausted and he looked it.

'The poor little tyke.' Ms. Nelson thought as she watched his sagging head, 'I think what my little eighteen year old needs is a little toddy nap.'

Walking over to him, she effortlessly lifted him onto her freckled bosom and walked upstairs with him.

"Where are we going?" timothy asked meekly.

Ms. Nelson as if listening to the babble of an infant, didn't even respond.

'Why doesn't she answer me?' tim thought, 'I'm not a baby. I'm not.'

The next thing timothy knew, he was being laid down on a tiny blue bed.

"Now, you take a little nap, sweetheart."

"I won't stay here." tim said defiantly as he stood up on the bed.

"Are you going to climb off this bed and leave this room like a naughty boy?" Ms. Nelson smiled as she stood close to him, accentuating the fact that he still didn't clear her waist!

"That's right. I'm not staying here." tim said smugly.

'ha..ha..ha..' Ms. Nelson thought as she looked down at the babysized Napoleon that stood before her.

"You will do exactly as mommy says." and reaching down into the side of the bed, she pulled up a four foot guardrail instantaneously converting the little bed into a crib!

Poor little timothy reached up but the top of the guardrail was still out of his reach. And yet, the railing was only even with Ms. Nelson's waist!

timothy sat down and cried then he looked up and reached up his arms, 'I want my mo...my mommy."

Ms. Nelson leaned over and lifted him up onto her breasts.

"Mommy's here, timothy. Shh...shh...shh..." she said as she rocked him in her arms.

The End

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