As the nanny hurriedly prepared the adult baby's meal, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had been gnawing at her all morning. Her normally well-stocked pantry was nearly bare, and she had no idea how she was going to feed the brat until she remembered the idea that had been hovering at the edges of her mind.
With a deep breath, she called him over to her, feeling a mixture of revulsion and determination washing over her. He looked up at her with big, innocent eyes, oblivious to the turmoil within her. "Hungry, baby?" she cooed, smiling reassuringly. He nodded eagerly, his mouth already watering.
"Don't worry, baby, Mommy has something special for you today," she purred, picking him up and settling him onto her lap. She unscrewed the lid of a small jar and held it under his nose, inhaling deeply as the sweet, musky smell filled the air. It was the smell of desperation, but also of determination.
With trembling fingers, she reached around and unclasped her diaper, wincing as the cool air hit the hot, sticky mass of feces inside. She quickly scooped out a handful, mashing it between her palms until it formed a sloppy, steaming paste. Her heart was pounding, and she felt the baby begin to fuss, his little body squirming in protest as she forced the disgusting mush into his mouth.
"It's all right, baby. Mommy's shit is the best food for her little boy," she cooed soothingly, rubbing his back as he continued to protest. She allowed him to turn away from the smell, but only for a moment, and soon, he was forced to gulp down more of the revolting concoction.
By the end of the meal, both of them were shivering, nauseated by the experience, but the nanny found some perverse satisfaction in knowing that she had fed her charge well. As the baby drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but feel a strange blend of repulsion and affection for him, knowing that their relationship would continue to push the boundaries of what was considered normal, or even humane.
