//Baby’s Love For Breasts//

"Ahem. Well. Hi. It's me. Michael. This recording stands to tell the future generations of my family what kind of person I was. I did strongly oppose this at first, but Lena pleaded me into it, since, well... things aren't looking too good. Did you ever get that feeling that you just wanna give up? Run away from it all? I get that all the time. Ever since we lost Simon, Lena's always told me I changed.

Well, that's not what this recording is about. Since I might die soon, I'll leave this, say, as sort of a keepsake. Lena's children, if you're watching this, well you should probably be thinking things like, "Uncle Michael is so cool!", well if you're not, put that in your head, 'cause I am.

If I do somehow survive the Devil's Grasp, I'll be sure to make another one of these videos. So let's start.

To the people watching this video, I might've never told you this, unless, you're Lena, well, I'm from another world. Yup, get that into your head. Born to work, I focused my whole being on working and collapsed due to exhaustion and was reincarnated here, into the soul of Kenneth.

To my parents, I do apologize. Some random 30-year-old man takes his residence into a newly born infant's body. Creepy isn't it? Mom, remember when you kept on trying to talk to me about Dad's bowel problems? Well, my laugh during that time was not a coincidence. I remember and understood every word you said. My body, sorry, Kenneth's body was just a tad premature.

And the "child prodigy" title you guys kept on pushing on me? That was just due to the mind of an aged man remembering early mathematics. Haha! I remember when Lucas tried to get me to answer math problems, not for my age, and me correctly answering every one. Man, those were the days.

To all you people who lost Kenneth, I'm sorry for taking away your son's life before he had the chance to even see his parents. Let's all sit down, grab some popcorn, or whatever snacks you have in there, and get ready for a sort of retelling of the story of my life up until this point. Let's get started."

3 people, dressed in suits, are crowded beside a water container. As it goes in many films or movies, the water container is always a good place for employees to hang out for a bit, chatting, under the guise of leaving their desks just to take a sip.

"Sheesh. Another day, another 10 hours of pure slavery. Maybe I should quit this job. It's taken off more years of my life than when I was at school. Frantically studying, trying to score as high as possible to get a scholarship." (Michael)

"We know, Michael. Work's boring for us too, you know? Frankly, I don't know any of my past friends who'd enjoy an office job. Money makes people do things. I know I would have gone for my dream job, being a DJ in some world-renowned club somewhere in the world. Instead, I got stuck in here, wasting my life away."

"Heh. If I could've, I would've quit this job long ago. I can't stand sitting in place for a long time. I've always been known as the hyperactive guy in our class. Sitting down for an extended period not making any other noises besides grunts from adjusting my sitting posture and slurps from the coffee I always drink. Actually, I need some right now. I'm gonna order some. What do you guys want?"

"Johnny, I'd party in the club you're a DJ in any day of the week. Lopez, get me an Americano. What'cha getting, Johnny?"

Johnny and Lopez were two of Michael's close friends. They've been with him since college, and due to money problems, all three of them decided to work an office job, since none of them had the money to support their ideal ways of living. Especially Michael. He was born in a poor family. As the eldest of the 3 children born in the family, he was the one who had to grow up the quickest. His mother could not afford to secure a stable lifestyle with her job, and Michael's dad had already passed away when he was younger.

Balancing between taking care of the family and work, Michael's mother couldn't do it all by herself forever, so he took it upon himself to get part-time jobs, scraping for money whenever he could. And this ultimately worked. Combined with the money from some of Michael's jobs, and him finally reaching the age where he could take care of some of the household chores, this allowed their family to live a peaceful, yet humble life.

Once he reached High School, though, his mother collapsed from a heart attack and, unfortunately, passed away the very same day.

Leaving only Michael and his 2 brothers alive, he worked hard to receive a scholarship and later got into the office job he was in today. Although, someone can only ever take so much mental torture.

One particular day, though, Michael was feeling a bit more, say, clunky? He was exhausted, almost like the past 8 hours of sleep hadn't done anything to relieve his body of the pains he went through every day. Sleep was, to Michael, heaven. Somewhere where he could just forget about life, and drift into his temporary slumber.

Well, this time his version of slumber was different. Way different. He wasn't sleeping for 8 hours, no. He would be sleeping for eternity. Literally.

"Oh, he's opening his eyes!"

"He is! Kenneth? Can you see Daddy? Oh, he's reaching for me!"

What the heck!?

First off, let's calm down. Deep breaths. Breathe in, breathe out, breath in...

Whooo. That didn't help at all. Is this real? Did I die and reincarnate as a baby? How'd I die anyway? Maybe due to overwork and exhaustion? That doesn't seem too far-fetched. I did always come home tired.

I've always been taught to keep a positive outlook when things get bad. Let's try to live this life normally, without overworking myself.

Wait. Don't shove your humongous tits in front of my face woman! I may be a newborn but I still have the mind of a healthy old man!

"What!"

Michael's mouth was soon blocked by a pointed object. Was his mother's tits even an object? I haven't tasted breast milk in a long time, so might as well try it out.

Mm? This is delicious. I can see why breastfeeding was a particularly popular fetish from my old classmates! This feeling of ecstasy! Hoh, I sure love this infant body. Do babies get boners? I hope not. The last thing I want to happen is getting a hard-on while being breastfed.

"Ah, seems like he's quieted down now. Your breasts do wonders, Mikaela! I told you!"

"Shut it, George. Is my little Kenneth doing okay? Drink lots and grow strong!"

Oh heck yeah, I will! Shove these big badonkas infront of my face every day and I might just be the fittest baby you've ever seen!

"Okay, that's enough for now Kenneth. I might not have any more tomorrow if you keep on sucking like that!"

No! The titties! I hastily reach out my tiny baby hands to grasp the nipple but it eventually gets farther away from me. I was lifted and placed into a soft cushion.

Gah, fuck. I might've gone too far there. I was too absorbed by my mother that I failed to identify and scout my surroundings. Hmm, let's look around.

Large walls encircle my eyes. Everywhere I see are walls taller than me. Is this a baby crib? I guess these walls do particularly look frightening in front of an infant.

My body also doesn't seem to heavily respond to myself. I try to stand up but can't muster the ability to. I try to talk, but incoherent sounds are the only ones I can piece together.

Maybe I am too young, and my body hasn't reached the appropriate growth stage yet.

Oh. I'm feeling rather sleepy. My eyelids close over as I try to keep them open. Eventually, the whole world goes dark, and the only sound that can be heard is the soft snoring of a baby, and soothing music playing in the background through a radio.