Knowing that he didn't have a lot of time before the baby woke again, Jon decided that he had best take a shower while he had a chance. He quickly stripped. He looked at his still under-developed physique, his hand fell on the rock as he leaned forward to look closer into the mirror. "I wish I would mature quicker."
With that, he headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Once the water had warmed up, Jon stepped into the shower. After he washed his hair, Jon soaped up his body. As his hands rubbed his nearly A-cup breasts, the pleasurable sensation that he had experienced when feeding the baby, returned quicker and stronger. Jon found his breath coming much quicker and his knees felt weak. A thought that something was quite right tried to slipped passed the pleasure Jon was feeling; tried and failed.
After the waves of pleasure finally were reduced to minor pleasure, Jon finished washing his water logged body and stepped out of the shower. Taking a large towel, Jon patted himself dry and then wrapped it around his breasts and went to his room to get dressed.
Knowing that the baby liked to suck on his breasts, Jon choose a button up top rather than a T-shirt. He completed dressing with a pair of under shorts, jeans, socks, and walking shoes.
Since the baby was still quiet, Jon went to the laundry and moved the baby's clothes from the washer to the dryer. He then added a load of his and his mother's clothes to the washer, thinking, 'I might as well toss in a second load since I will be here for a while.'
Shortly after starting the washer, Jon heard the baby start to wake. Before getting the baby up, Jon went back into his room, picked up a brush from his dresser and brushed his hair dry. While he was brushing his hair, Jon thought, 'I wonder whose baby she is?' After thinking on that for a couple of minutes, Jon finished brushing his over-the-shoulder length hair. As he finished and placed the brush down he said out loud to himself, "I wish I knew what her name was?", his hand touching the rock as he did so.
By now baby Karen was fussing a lot. Jon hurried into the room and picked her up. "Did my big girl have a good nap?" He asked her. "I bet you want me to change that icky diaper for you, don't you?"
Baby Karen smiled a bit a Jon.
Once again, Karen was both wet and messy. Jon did a good job of making sure that baby Karen was both dry and clean before he put on her new diaper.
"Looks like we need to go shopping for more diapers." Jon said as he picked up baby Karen.
For the third time, Jon let baby Karen latch onto his A-cup breast; this time taking the lead, and moving her head to his breast. Sitting in the rocking chair, Jon enjoyed the pleasurable sensations that filled his body, giving him a pleasurable feeling that he enjoyed without understanding.
A half hour later baby Karen finished eating from Jon's nearly B-cup breast and Jon burped her.
Not wanting to leave until the laundry was done, Jon made plans to go shopping right after the next time Baby Karen woke.
Once again, Jon lay baby Karen upon a baby blanket and let her play for about a half hour.
After changing her diaper and letting her suck upon his large, B-cup breasts, Jon lay her down to sleep.
While baby Karen slept, Jon finished the laundry and made sure that baby Karen's stroller and baby bag were ready for them to go out. That task done, he decided to wash dishes in the kitchen.
As Jon was finishing washing dishes, a large bowl filled with water slipped from his hand. Most of the water splashed over Jon's shirt, soaking him to the skin.
Jon heard baby Karen starting to fuss, so he hurried upstairs to change before getting her up.
Jon left his soaked blouse in the laundry before hurrying to his bed room. He opened his dresser and pulled out a C-cup nursing bra that his milk filled breasts filled to over-flowing. After putting on his bra, Jon put on a button up top that would allow him to breast feed baby Karen.
Jon brushed his long hair out of his face as he picked up his baby, saying, "How is my baby girl doing?"
Once baby Karen was again wearing a clean diaper, Jon quickly fed her. She seemed happy after being burped. Jon lay her on his bed before pulling his hair into a pony tail. Turning to look at the baby laying on his bed, Jon rested his hand on his dresser, touching the rock without his knowing it. "I wish "
