The next six months seemed to fly by in a blur, one moment I am around my family's dining room table enjoying a thrilling tabletop RPG adventure with a few of my close friends, and as if by magic I found myself all alone, bundled up in furs, feeling as small as a mouse with what I perceived as giants all around me cooing towards me, there faces bright and excited. In those six months, the first two were the worst, it was like a living hell. After the stunning babe that was the redhead was done holding me, I was handed off to an old crone whose appearance baffled me, she was hunched over standing only five feet tall, with an enormous bulge on her back covered by a full-size bear cloak that had to be at least five times her size, it dragged on the floor, her stepping and tripping on it as she walked, to finish the ensemble she had its head draped over her face covering almost all of it, the only features that were visible was her mouth and lower end of her nose. Her look completely threw me off, and questioned where I was exactly,
'Am I in Siberia? What is with her getup.'
My thoughts were soon interrupted as the old woman brought me close to her bosom, her smell instantly had me gagging for air, the cloak she wore was drenched in what I could only assume was sweat and blood combined with the faint scent of mildew had my already empty stomach-churning. What really threw me over the edge was the look she gave me after, when she noticed that I wasn't having a particularly good time. She smiled down at me, fully displaying the rotten teeth that filled her smile, the smell of rot alone made me retch onto her cloak. The crone didn't even bat an eye as my vile bile found its way onto her, she simply set me down on a nearby table haphazardly situating me safely she began to wipe herself down with a rag she produced from her sleeve. Seeing this as a perfect opportunity I tried with all my might to escape, trying my best to roll over onto my side but found it impossible in my weakened state, I couldn't even muster the strength to flip myself onto my stomach. The hag noticed my struggle and was quick to stop me, she then took me back up in her arms and stripped me bare, wiping me down with a different damp rag. After completely embarrassing me she wrapped me up in another bundle of furs and brought me back to the strangers that claim to be my parents.
I was brought before the red-headed woman, who took me in her arms and cradled me next to her well-endowed breasts. My face was burning red at this point, it only got worse when she laid them bare for me, bringing me up to one of her nipples. I was dying of embarrassment at this point, but the woman didn't seem to notice or care as she brought my face flush with her breast. I didn't indulge her, which seemed to worry her, she started to whisper encouraging words, I got the gist of what she wanted me to do, but I didn't know if I had it in me to go that far. The woman paid no mind to my reluctance and the growling of my stomach only intensified her desire to have me suckle on her milk ample teets. My hunger pains only got worse as the seconds ticked by, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness and pain that reverberated throughout my entire body. Stifling a cry of pain I decided that I had to bite the bullet and take what was offered, even if it killed me a little on the inside.
The smile the woman had when I started to indulge myself was one of contentedness as if she was worried that I wouldn't take to her, but that all melted away, and her worries were squashed with this simple action.