Part 2 - As their erotic encounter progressed, the adult baby continued to suckle eagerly on his nanny's titties, lost in the sensual bliss of her warm, soft flesh against his mouth. His nanny was now feeling quite full and satisfied, having given her little charge all the milk he needed. It was time for him to move on to the next stage of his meal.
She pulled away gently, smiling down at him as he let out a soft whimper of disappointment. "Don't worry, baby," she cooed, stroking his hair lovingly. "You're growing so big and strong; it's time for you to try some real food now."
The adult baby looked up at her with wide, curious eyes, unsure what to expect. His nanny took his little hands in hers and helped him sit up straight. Then, she went to the bathroom and did something that would change their relationship forever.
She squatted down over the toilet bowl, her plump bottom hovering just above the rim. With a loud sigh of relief, she released a thick stream of pale brown, steaming turd onto the waiting water below. It sank slowly, spreading out in a circle around the drain.
The adult baby watched in fascination as his nanny began to play with her shit, scooping it up with her fingers and smearing it around the bowl. She even reached down and fished out a couple of smaller, squishier bits that had fallen into the water. All the while, she giggled and purred to herself, clearly enjoying the taboo act.
When she had gathered a decent-sized ball of shit between her fingers, she stood up and came back over to him. She placed the gloopy mass on a small plate, setting it down in front of him with a wink. "Here you go, baby," she said, her voice a mix of affection and lust. "This is your special treat."
The adult baby hesitated for a moment, looking at the disgusting mess on the plate with a mixture of curiosity and fear. But his nanny was insistent, using her free hand to pick up a spoon and start adding water to the shit. She stirred it thoughtfully, breaking it up into smaller pieces that started to look more like mush.
"Is it too hard for you to chew?" she asked, concern tinging her voice. She added more water until the shit was almost completely liquefied, then smiled reassuringly at him. "There we go," she said. "Much easier to swallow now, isn't it?"
With that, the adult baby hesitantly reached out and touched the spoon with his lips. His nanny praised him, encouraging him to open his mouth wider. He tentatively brought the spoon to his mouth, tasting the strange, salty-sweet flavor of warm shit for the first time.
At first, it was a strange sensation, the texture slimy against his tongue. But as he worked up the courage to swallow, he found that it wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it was kind of... arousing. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensation, savoring every last bit of the shit until the bowl was clean.
When he was done, he looked up at his nanny in awe. She was looking down at him with pride, a satisfied smile on her face. "Good boy," she purred, scooping him up into her arms for a warm, loving embrace. From that day forward, their relationship changed forever. The adult baby learned to embrace his new role as his nanny's loyal toilet slave, and she loved every minute of their taboo, twisted little games.
