Chapter 2

That night, Mrs. Gloria wore only a thin, sheer lingerie without a bra, making her firm cleavage all the more pronounced. The delicate fabric clung to her body, barely concealing her curves. Her nipples, stiff and slightly protruding, cast faint shadows against the translucent material, further emphasizing the shape of her huge breast.

She took Emmy's hand, who was clad in nothing but a short sleeved t-shirt and a diaper, a pacifier resting between her lips, and guided her toward the maid's room. Emmy shuffled awkwardly, her steps hindered by the half meter chain shackling her ankles, restricting her movement to small, constrained steps.

Once inside, Mrs. Gloria effortlessly lifted Emmy's frail body and laid her down on the bed. Kneeling at the girl's feet, she reached between her legs, gently parting them despite the restraint of the chains. With a practiced calmness, she began unfastening the soiled diaper, unfazed by the overpowering stench of feces. Not even a flicker of disgust crossed her face as she wiped Emmy clean and replaced the filthy diaper with a fresh one, carrying out the act with the ease of a mother tending to her newborn.

Emmy pulled the pacifier from her mouth, her eyes filled with unspoken frustration. "You're not disgusted by this?"

Mrs. Gloria smiled, utterly unfazed. "Of course not, dear. A mother's duty is to clean up her baby's mess."

Emmy let out a bitter scoff, her voice laced with frustration. "You're crazy, Mom! You still think I'm a baby when I'm already 22!"

Mrs. Gloria didn't answer. Instead, she reached for a wet wipe from the box beside the bed and began cleaning the last traces of filth from Emmy's skin. Her touch was both gentle and firm, ensuring that every crease and fold was spotless. Emmy could only bite her lip, silently enduring the shame and humiliation that had plagued her for the past year.

Once satisfied, Mrs. Gloria carefully removed the soiled diaper, folding it neatly before discarding it into a plastic bag. Then, without hesitation, she picked up a fresh diaper that had been prepared beside her, unfolded it, and slid it beneath Emmy's hips.

"Lift your bottom a little, Baby !" Mrs. Gloria cooed, her tone as tender as if she were speaking to a real infant.

Emmy had long since learned that resistance was futile. Fighting back would only drain her energy, leaving her even more vulnerable. With quiet resignation, she obeyed, slowly raising her hips just enough for Mrs. Gloria to slide the new diaper into place. Mrs. Gloria smoothed the front, pulled it snugly over Emmy's belly, and fastened the adhesive tabs with practiced ease.

"There we go. Much better, isn't it?" Mrs. murmured, giving the front of the diaper a gentle pat, just like a mother soothing her baby after a diaper change.

Satisfied, Mrs. Gloria picked up the pacifier that had slipped from Emmy's grasp and held it in front of her lips. "Put it back in. No more talking!" Mrs. Gloria ordered, her voice soft yet laced with quiet authority.

Emmy shot her a disgusted look, but she knew that refusing would only make things worse. Resigned, she parted her lips and allowed the pacifier to slip back into her mouth, sucking it reluctantly.

Mrs. Gloria smiled in satisfaction. Then, she reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a small key. With practiced ease, she bent down and unlocked the handcuffs that had kept Emmy's wrists bound together. The cold metal slipped off, leaving faint red marks on the girl's pale skin.

"Hands up, Baby!" Mrs. Gloria cooed, her voice gentle yet commanding.

Emmy obeyed, lifting both hands above her head, allowing the woman to pull her tattered shirt over her body. The worn-out fabric slipped away, exposing her frail frame. Her small, unguarded breasts were clearly visible, Mrs. Gloria had never allowed her to wear a bra, or any kind of underwear meant for an adult.

Without hesitation, Mrs. Gloria picked up a fresh t-shirt from the bedside and slipped it over Emmy's head, pulling it down carefully to cover her properly. Once she was satisfied, she smoothed the fabric and rubbed Emmy's shoulders in a slow, comforting motion.

Emmy remained silent, looking away, swallowing the familiar sting of humiliation. There was no point in resisting. She had learned that much.

Mrs. Gloria then patted the mattress beside her and said, "Move over a little, Baby!"

With no other choice, Emmy shifted on the bed, making space for Mrs. Gloria to lie beside her. The mattress was narrow, forcing their bodies close, their warmth mingling.

Before lying down, Mrs. Gloria reached for the handcuffs again. With practiced efficiency, she clasped one cuff around Emmy's wrist. Emmy flinched at the cold touch of metal, her jaw tightening. But unlike most nights, Mrs. Gloria didn't restrain both of Emmy's hands. Instead, she latched the other end of the chain onto her own wrist.

Once she was sure the cuffs were secure, she tucked the key safely back into the deep pocket of her pants, patting it as if to reassure herself. This way, no matter what happened, Emmy would not be able to escape without waking her.

Emmy turned her head, glaring at the woman beside her with barely restrained hatred. But she said nothing. The weight of the cuffs against her wrist was a bitter reminder of how far she was from freedom.

Mrs. Gloria shifted onto her side, facing Emmy. Then, with deliberate care, she placed a hand on Emmy's shoulder and gently guided the girl to turn toward her. Their faces were now inches apart.

Slowly, Mrs. Gloria reached for the hem of her own shirt and lifted it, exposing one of her swollen breasts. With familiar ease, she cupped herself, pressing her nipple lightly to coax the milk to flow. The first few drops pearled on her skin before trickling down, dampening Emmy's lips and cheeks.

After ensuring that her milk was flowing smoothly and abundantly, Mrs. Gloria touched Emmy's head and gently pushed her closer to her huge breast. She positioned Emmy's head just right, then guided her nipple into the girl's mouth.

As soon as her nipple was inside Emmy's mouth, the girl began to suckle. Her movements were slow at first but gradually became more rhythmic. Mrs. Gloria smiled in satisfaction, then wrapped her arms around Emmy's body, pulling her even closer into her warm embrace.

Emmy's thin body felt small in Mrs. Gloria's large embrace, yet the woman held her with gentle tenderness. While continuing to breastfeed her, Mrs. Gloria slowly stroked Emmy's back, creating a comforting sense of warmth and security.

It didn't take long before Emmy, who had already surrendered, began to grow drowsy. The sucking in her mouth slowed, her breathing became steady, and finally, her eyes closed completely. In the dim silence of the room, Emmy fell into a deep sleep in Mrs. Gloria's arms, still with the nipple in her mouth, as if she were truly a baby.

Lying on her side, cradling Emmy close as she breastfed, Mrs. Gloria kept patting the girl's back gently. Occasionally, her fingers brushed through Emmy's hair with tender affection. Her voice hummed a soft lullaby, like a mother soothing her baby to sleep.

Emmy, resigned to her fate, could only continue suckling eagerly without resistance. Slowly, drowsiness crept over her. After some time, her eyelids began to droop little by little until they were almost fully closed.

Her lips remained latched onto Mrs. Gloria's nipple, still sucking firmly. But the moment her eyes shut completely, Mrs. Gloria knew Emmy had fallen into a deep sleep. Though her mouth continued to suck, the rhythm had slowed, weak but steady.

Mrs. Gloria smiled in satisfaction. Emmy had grown accustomed to sleeping in her embrace and nursing from her, as if it were the only way she could drift off to sleep.

***

The clock showed it was around five in the morning. On the bed, Mrs. Gloria and Emmy were still fast asleep, their bodies pressed closely together.

Mrs. Gloria lay on her back with a calm expression, one of her huge breasts still exposed. Beside her, Emmy's frail body lay curled on her side, her head resting under Mrs. Gloria's armpit, sheltered by the woman's strong arm.

It was clear that throughout the night, Mrs. Gloria had fallen asleep while breastfeeding Emmy, until at some point, her nipple had slipped from the girl's mouth without her noticing. Now, her huge breast remained exposed, while Emmy continued to sleep soundly, nestled comfortably in Mrs. Gloria's warm embrace.

Mrs. Gloria stirred awake, as usual, at the time she had grown accustomed to. Her body was trained to wake up early without the need for an alarm. As a housemaid, she always rose before the rest of the household to ensure everything was prepared before her employers started their day.

As she opened her eyes, she felt Emmy's body still nestled against hers. The girl was sleeping deeply, her face looking serene and innocent, as if there was nothing wrong with her situation. Her breathing was steady, and from time to time, her body made small movements, but she remained in a relaxed position.

Before getting out of bed, Mrs. Gloria's gaze landed on the pacifier resting on the small table beside the bed. Calmly, she reached for it and brought it to Emmy's lips.

She pressed the pacifier lightly against Emmy's mouth, applying gentle pressure until the girl instinctively started sucking on it in her sleep. A pleased expression crossed Mrs. Gloria's face as she watched Emmy remain in her baby-like state.

Mrs. Gloria observed the girl for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh. Carefully, she reached into the pocket of her pants and pulled out the key to the handcuffs. With deliberate movements, she unlocked the cuff that had bound her wrist to Emmy's. The soft clink of metal sounded as it unlatched, but Emmy remained undisturbed.

However, there was still one more thing she needed to do. Emmy's arm was draped over her stomach, like a small child clinging to their mother in their sleep. If she moved too quickly, the girl might wake up. So, with utmost caution, Mrs. Gloria began to shift her body little by little.

First, she carefully pulled her arm out from under Emmy's head. Once she succeeded, she gently lifted Emmy's limp arm from her stomach. The girl's fingers were loose and relaxed in her sleep, making it easy to slip away. After that, she slowly inched her body away, ensuring her movements were smooth and subtle enough not to disturb the sleeping girl.

Once she was completely free, Mrs. Gloria picked up the handcuffs she had just removed from her wrist and calmly reattached them to Emmy's. This way, Emmy remained securely restrained, ensuring that the girl couldn't go anywhere while she busied herself with her morning duties.

Mrs. Gloria sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting her slightly disheveled lingerie. She carefully tucked her exposed huge breast back into the thin fabric, making sure it was properly covered. After ensuring everything was in place, she finally stood up and walked out of the room, ready to begin her morning routine as usual.

***

In the living room, Mrs. Gloria stood tall, raising both arms above her head before slowly stretching her body. She turned her head left and right, feeling her muscles gradually warming up. Then, she rolled her shoulders and neck a few times, shaking off the stiffness from a night's sleep.

Soon after, she began performing a few simple yoga movements. She bent forward, reaching for her toes, then slowly stood upright again. After that, she sat cross legged on the floor and performed the cat cow pose, a movement that helped improve blood circulation and stimulate the release of oxytocin, the hormone responsible for breast milk production.

Satisfied with her warm up session, Mrs. Gloria stood up again and started doing light jumping in place, just enough to get her heart rate up without tiring herself out. A slight sheen of sweat formed on her temples, a sign that her body was active and ready for the next step.

After exercising, Mrs. Gloria walked to the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror, gazing at her reflection for a moment before slowly sliding the straps of her lingerie off her shoulders, letting the fabric slip down to expose her full breasts.

With both hands, she began massaging her breasts gently. Her fingers pressed softly, moving in circular motions from the outer area toward her nipples. She was used to doing this every morning, ensuring a steady milk flow and preventing any blockages. Occasionally, she squeezed gently, feeling the warm liquid begin to seep out.

If they felt too full, she would express some breast milk by hand. A few drops of breast milk dripped from her huge nipples, wetting her fingers. Mrs. Gloria let out a small smile. She knew that as long as she maintained this habit, her milk supply would always be abundant.

Once she was done, she slipped her lingerie back on and walked to the kitchen. There, she prepared a glass of warm milk, adding a spoonful of honey while waiting for it to reach the perfect temperature.

After that, she took out the herbal supplements she regularly consumed, made from natural ingredients known to enhance milk production. She swallowed one capsule with a sip of water and exhaled in satisfaction.

For breakfast, she chose a bowl of oatmeal with banana slices and almonds, nutrient rich foods known to support lactation. She ate each spoonful calmly, ensuring her body received the proper nourishment before beginning her daily tasks.

After finishing her meal, Mrs. Gloria sat in her chair and closed her eyes for a moment. She took a deep breath, allowing her mind to relax. To her, maintaining inner peace was just as important for keeping a steady milk supply. Stress could reduce breast milk production, and that was something she certainly didn't want.

In the quiet morning, she imagined returning to the bedroom to wake up her baby, Emmy. A small smile appeared on her lips as she pictured the girl's embarrassed yet resigned expression whenever she changed her diaper. She also imagined how Emmy would submit without resistance when suckling directly from her huge breast.

Once she felt completely at ease, Mrs. Gloria rose from her seat. Her morning routine was complete. Now, it was time to start her daily chores, ensuring the house remained tidy before she tended to Emmy again.

With steady steps, Mrs. Gloria walked toward Emmy's room. Morning had arrived, it was time to wake up her grown baby and start the day.