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The Infantilization of Domestic Duties	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Infantilization of Domestic Duties
- 1
You sighed.
You had done every little chore you had assigned yourself for today, and she still wasn't back from the race.
Not that there was much to do. Peach was a tidy woman and not a homebody either, so because of how active she was, this place always felt like a temporary respite from whatever plans she had that week. If you weren't travelling with her to places like that awful ghost hotel, she was always dragging you to coronation ceremonies or to the shopping mall. Despite how much she would buy, she would oddly always end up in the same outfits and color schemes. As dull as it could be sometimes be, it was hard to not feel special when you're standing next to the prettiest lady at the event, her hand strongly clasped around yours -- at least in your opinion.
You leaned back.
In the real world, there might have been a scandal when she married you because you were just a nobody -- but the Mushroom Kingdom was too dumb to care.
Or maybe they were smarter than you realised.
Still, those quiet moments between you two where she just wants to decompress with you in your humble home were what you strived for. Lived for.
There was a knock at the door -- and you knew what Peach's knock sounded like, and that wasn't hers. Besides. She had her own set of keys. What would she be knocking for?
Maybe it was Daisy...
You weren't sure why you were as worried as you were when you ran to the front door. Nobody seriously got hurt when they were kart racing, right?
As soon as you opened the door, there was a squeal of a tire.
You attempted to follow after it, but the silhouette was already racing off into the dark purple skies of the setting sun.
*CHUP* *CHUP*
What was that suckling noise-
As soon as you looked down, it was like your whole world shrank into the baby carriage, before everything zoomed back up towards you, your face now drained of blood.
Oh man, oh god, oh man, oh god.
You had discussed kids with her, but why now all of a sudden and without her even being here!?
Then you noticed the note.
There was a mishap with Kamek on the track.
Will do our best to find a solution.
Please do your best to take care of
Baby Peach!
-Toadsworth
Things slowly began to click, from her crown to the golden yellow hair.
"You-" You pointed.
"YOU-" You fell down to one knee.
"YOU'RE MY WIFE!?" The tiny hand reached out, wrapping as light and loose as a feather around your finger, her gaze on you refusing to break as you trembled.
Clutched in your arm, your freakout was as mild as you could make it, your free hand pressing and smacking against your forehead in disbelief still at the concept and totally unsure of how to even care for a baby.
You spent the next half hour thanking Peach for her spending habits, because not only did you have a baby room all setup, you had what felt like a years supply of formulas and diapers.
You also hoped you wouldn't need a years supply.
30? No. 15. No no no, 7 seconds.
Wait. Is it still a good idea to microwave milk?
You dabbed some on your arm, reassured you had gotten it right.
Scooping her back up, it sloshed as you held it above her face, the pacifier was bubblegum pink and even looked like a blown bubble frozen in time. You slid your finger into the ring, expecting to have to fight her, but she gave it up willingly.
You were reminded of the one constant that made this whole ordeal bearable:
She had this calm about her that you had never seen in a baby before. A gleam of intelligence in her big bright blue eyes, which reminded you that this was indeed the woman you had married and fallen in love with. You had mentally hyped yourself up to sing 'hush little baby' or to be always at her beck and crying call, but she really wasn't like that, she just curled her arms into herself, num num numming on the nipple.
"Theeeere you go." In the babyroom, you set her down on the ground before you sat in the rocking chair. Your nerves were still adrenalized, still wondering if you had done absotively, positively, everything for her. Even in what felt like a padded room without a single sharp corner in sight, you still were edgy, watching her every move, as laborious as they were.
Crawling, Peach explored the room. She had this squirmy worm approach, sometimes having these big spurts of energy before needing to slow down so her big head could sweep around and check things out before going again.
"Da-da." Like you were hit with lightning, you shot up. On her knees, her legs spread, her arms raised awkwardly, and it looked like she would tip over at any moment. "Love da-da."
The one thing you had learned about babies:
Nothing about them was stable.
You swooped in, picking her up. "Love you too-" You paused, as you almost called her sweetie -- and not in the loving husband/wife relationship kinda way.
Wait.
It really wasn't any better if you had called her sweetie in that way.
This wasn't your wife.
Peach had lost her dummy somewhere in the room. You swore you were watching her like a hawk. "Ah-ah..." She wanted to glom onto your thumb, so you let her, half chuckling to yourself as you did.
Holding on with both hands, her drooling mouth wrapped around it. You were laughing at first, but you weren't laughing when her lips began sliding down. It was an oddly quiet moment as her face got more and more discomforted as she refused to stop herself. She forced her eyes shut, her cheeks puffed, those pink spots on them more noticeable. "What are you..." Your thoughts drifted before you could finish your sentence, a familiar and unwanted sensation replaying in your head, as her tongue swirled around your nail then back to your fingerprint, her wet eyes blinking open, staring into your soul.
The flash of your wife on her knees before you played in your head.
You looked away from Baby Peach, but that only made it worse.
You felt it stir.
You tried to steal it back from her, but Peach had latched onto it, following you wherever you pulled, and you didn't want to pull too hard. Panicking as you could feel it begin to prune, your whipping head remembered the crib.
Placing her down, you used the gravity of her heavy bottom half to detach her.
She protested, waddling to the bars.
Sucking in her lips, you could hear her stressed whimpers, but worse, you could feel them in your heart.
"Oh no no no, Peach, baby, Peach. I'm here, I'm here. I'm not gonna let you out of my sight. Promise." That's when you began to wheel the crib back to your lavish bedroom.
The decor was all Peach, and there were more throw pillows than you could shake a stick at. Tassels fell from your bedposts, all four corners nearly touching the ceiling. The canopy was seethrough, especially when the light hit it -- and you often annoyed Peach when you called it the 'mosquito netting'. You could hear her high pitched voice saying 'STOP IT!' for a moment as you remembered. There were mirrors on the walk in closet's doors, which was crammed wall to wall with dresses, and whatever was out of style or out of season, she kept in the castle.
What a day...
You needed some sleep.
After kicking off your shoes, you fell into your side of the bed, with Peach in the crib parked closer to her side, but everytime you turned away from her, you heard that familiar start of a sniffling.
So you got out of bed and stayed with her, playing with her, and when it felt like you had finally sapped her of her energy, you turned to leave her.
Only to hear her again.
"A-geet!" Your shoulders then slumped, returning to her. "What do you want..." You asked, flustered, your arms curled around the frame as you stared down at her, while she awkwardly stood on the lumpy surface.
Peach reached her hands up.
You grumbled.
You were sure sleeping on a bed wasn't recommended for babies, especially one as soft as Peach's. There was no support there, it was like sleeping on a marshmellow.
Still, you set her beside yourself, propped up on the silky smooth golden yellow pillowcase.
You tried to remove her crown, but Peach made it clear that wasn't happening, sounding as annoyed as a baby could get while shaking her head.
"Ugh, fine." She was just like her adult self and it was best to not argue with her sometimes.
Anything to get some sleep...
But you weren't sleeping.
You were still thinking about what she did to your thumb.
You tossed and turned for a bit, unable to sleep.
'Just wait, just wait, just wait.' You repeated, but you never missed a night together.
You shifted towards her. "Hun... Honey?" The three distinct lashes above each eye fluttered open, like she already knew and had just been waiting. "Peach-" You pointed to your tent as you talked slow and never broke eye contact. "Now you don't have to do this. You can say no."
You were propositioning a baby...
You whipped it out.
Baby Peach locked eyes with it, her chin tucked against her bare chest, though that didn't last long, her head too big and her neck too weak. She laid back, her head turning to the side.
You took position above her, your thing stiff and with a clear target in mind. You presented the penis to her like the baby bottle, but this time, Peach had this happy glow, a goofy smile written all over it. You gave her a wet kiss with it. With your penis buried against her face, you squished her lips. Her chest went taut as her arms swung out towards your dick, but she lacked the coordination to get a decent hold of your prick with her babymit, grazing the underside of it, her knuckles like bumping bits of jell-o. She couldn't even hold it up with one hand like the grown up Peach did with delicate elegance, not even able to two hand it, as you did more to steady it for her, reminding you of when you fed her earlier.
Peach began nuzzling it without any grace, each wipe across her mouth erratic. You kept expecting her to lose interest, but she kept at it. "Bah-" You weren't sure what she was trying to say. "Toh, too-" Then you realised what she was trying to do, as she began burbling against your glans. "Blllplll-"
"Oh... ah..." Your hand pressed lightly on her soft and flat chest, thumb pointed to her chin, the skin glued to her small set of ribs as you felt her breaths rise and fall. Your knees dug in, as your hips began rocking forward. It was simultaneously both frustrating and exhilarating knowing you couldn't fit, as you attempted to wedge your head past her velvet lips, as she mouthed them open and shut. It absolutely refused to enter her mouth, but you tried anyway.
Her slobber began to act as a lube, and you could feel your penis begin to slowly bend past her lips. Part of you wanted to stop, wanting to leave it outside her face, but you felt that need to invade her mouth, regardless of consequence. This was your wife, after all.
It popped in.
The taste of your cock was intensely sour to her, her face reflective of that as her eyes squinted shut and her nose flared.
Yet, despite her undeverloped palate, she got over it.
She looked permanently agape with your head stuck in her mouth and her near unblinking blue eyes which made you feel sort of self conscious, as she didn't smile, wasn't excited nor did she even look distraught from having to deal with a penis. Her big blue eyes flashed from the shaft of your penis to you, then up and back as her head tilted slightly, staring off to the rest of the room, unable to keep her full focus on the task, but then they eventually drifted back.
Grown up Peach was very vocal in comparison, even while she was deepthroating you.
She attempted to gum your skin and head, almost ticklish. Her tongue didn't stab at or poke like the way the grown Peach did with your cock. It wriggled in the general direction of your peehole, an agonizingly light touch as you craved more than that from her, the gummy blowjob resulting in shuddering jolts, thinking she almost had teeth. Maybe it was because you were paying more attention than ever, being able to relax with Adult Peach while having to worry about your penis being a choking hazard for Baby Peach.
While she nommed softly on your dick, you wanted to close up your legs, hoping that better part of you would stop what was happening.
But it never came out.
You reassured yourself it was because it was Peach and not because you were fond of-
Your sperm flooded her mouth, both cheeks instantly ballooning out. You pulled out, blasting harshly across her disproportionately large face and head, your white stuff leaving streaks in her golden hair. The only thing whiter than her skin were your pearls; droplets and smeary flecks landing across her face, while she was neither amused nor bemused about it. Turning her head back, your stuff cascaded down her near nonexistent chin, drenching her already milk white skin by turning her flat chest into a resting place for your semen, collecting in a puddle of cloudy stickiness that only contrasted with her real skin tone as it spread out further.
You forced it back into her mouth, trickling out the rest. She took to like it was nourishment, her bright blue eyes opening more, as if really intrigued, silently ingesting it. While she nursed on your cock, your tip was a lot more sensitive than usual, causing unintentional funny faces on your part. "Eurgh, ah..."
You retrieved yourself, while her legs kicked around helplessly, her arms moving out of rhythm with one another, going from her stomach to her shoulder. Baby Peach pursed her lips, looking almost confused by your load, her silent judgment strange, dipping her fingers into it before dragging it across herself, making an even bigger mess of her body; she didn't even look like she was attempting to play with it, more intrigued by it than anything else. "Cuh - cuh - cuh-" She began to sputter weak sounding coughs. You picked her up, putting her over your shoulder.
"Too much?" You asked while tapping her back, the quaintest and cutest little 'erp' escaping her.
Back on the bed, you wiggled her out of her diaper, her tiny feet pushing out, as if agreeing with you, wanting to help kick them off.
You were curious.
With one hand, you grabbed her by her ankles and then lifted her up. Reaching underneath, you let her land on the other. Her baby bottom was this perfectly built yet soft pair of miniature cheeks. There was fat but it lacked the stretched skin of a grown adult's. It was oddly perfect like a stone statue cherub.
You gave them a squeeze.
You couldn't believe you were groping a baby's bottom, but she was your wife, so it was okay... right?
Setting her back down, her arms fell to her sides, practically useless, and it was like she was presenting her body to you, with her floppy legs spread apart, you could see it all. She wasn't some shortstack or gremlin. There was no better way to explain her body type:
She was a tot, her midsection shaped like a five pound bag of flour. Her belly stuck out further than her pussy mound, even on her back.
You already thought Peach's kitten was pretty before, but this was immaculate, like two little sideways pale lips you just wanted to pinch shut into a closed seam like it was dough and blow a raspberry into.
You dipped your tongue into it, able to cover the whole thing. Thankfully it was kind of tasteless, your nose against her navel as you stabbed your tongue between her plumpy looking netherlips which resisted you at every turn. It made you second guess what you had planned. Raising back up, your face and chin burned with the reality that you had just slathered your tongue over a baby's slit.
Splaying her drumsticks apart, you laid your length before her completely pristine and smooth looking cunny -- somehow even better than when Peach would get it waxed. It reminded you of a lock in need of it's key, the surrounding skin like porcelain. You formed a pinch grip over her seal, helping part her for your entry. You slowly began prying apart her puffy vulva. It instantly felt like you were gonna tear something, and you reconsidered even doing it, her outer lips putting up quite a fight, the skin feeling like it wanted to snap back, your grip struggling to maintain the spread at all times or you'd lose all your gains.
Slowly, you revealed her gleaming pink interior, which shined brighter than some of her jewel embedded dresses. It almost had this ghostly translucent quality to it, like if you shined a bright enough light, you could see through it.
You were ready. You took hold of her whole body, fingers over her spine; her body like a cloud - tender and soft. She could have been a pillow, and you kinda felt like you wanted to sleep on her like one. Your dickhead obscured her uncooked and raw colored pussy. You attempted to shunt into her, going nowhere fast. It felt more like you were gonna break your erection. You shifted on the bed, re-aligning with her. You had to apply a lot of pressure, feeling your penis begin to strain and wrinkle as you began to slowly sink into her, your thumbs running over her squishy tummy.
You pierced it.
You experienced an almost unbearable snugness clamping around your head -- you winced in response, second guessing even being inside her, you imagined all sorts of damage being done. She had to be in pain -- but baby Peach retained her serene, heavenly quality that not even the real Peach could have when you were in bed with her; her voice straying from high pitched squeals and whines -- especially when you took her virginity on your wedding night together.
Baby Peach didn't have any coherent thoughts, but her instincts told her to be with daddy, and you were definitely the closest thing resembling that, yet that innocence had been altered by her slutty adult side as you two would often tear the house down with your lovemaking, so images of bodies pressed together ran through her head even if she didn't have the language to explain what was going on or why she was so okay with taking a dick at such a young age without complaint.
You never were one of those creepy guys you read about on the news, but you now understood why they did it:
You felt beyond massive. You fell in love with the visual of your dick splitting her nethers in two, the feeling even better than you could have ever imagined.
You pumped your shaft at the sight of newly born heaven resting upon your dick. The toddler body wasn't built to handle a dick and it felt like you could go no further, a disappointing feeling as you wanted to give her everything you had. There was a false depth to it, as there was no way a baby's pussy was able to stand a fully grown penis -- could it? You gave her slight adjustments back and forth over an inch of your cock, thinking that she couldn't handle anymore than that, rocking her on top of her almost flabby looking butt.
Her face pinched. "Hup-" Sniff. "HUP-" Sniff.
This was the first time Baby Peach had lost her stoicness.
You tried to hush her and calm her.
You coddled her soft babyfat laden cheek. "Don't cry honey, I know you're strong. You can handle it." You stated while staring deeply into her awfully wide and shining wet blue eyes.
She was a far cry from the athletic and slim build of the Peach you had come to love. Her baby body had folds which made themselves clearer as you thrusted against her, pushing her body into itself slightly -- they were the kind that would've driven Adult Peach into doing strenuous workouts around the clock if she saw them forming after a bit too many slices of cake, as she both loved eating and making cakes.
Still, with a body like hers, there was nothing to hold onto, and you feared what you might do if you really got into it and lost yourself.
You fell on top of her as you quickened your hip rotations. Her fists balled into mish mashed playdough, her fingers and knuckles having trouble tensing. "Humph... mpmh..." She didn't moan or groan. They were just little stress noises, nearly inaudible and felt like they were more for her benefit than yours, not wanting to let on that anything was wrong.
Your hand palmed through her soft and shiny hair, tilting off her crown. "Peach, Peach, Peach, I'm cumming!" Your voice became hurried and harsh as you grunted out. You jabbed another half inch inside, knocking against a fleshy wall before you erupted against it; your torrent of sperm began filling her up, your whole penis acting as a stopgap as it enlarged for a moment with each spew.
"Hup-hup-HUP!" Unable to exclaim her pain, she signalled it through quick and huffy breaths while having the wettest and prettiest eyes you had ever seen. Your lips pressed to her forehead, leaving a kiss, trying to calm her.
Getting out of her was just as tough as getting in; you had to wait till you were nearly all the way limp before you could tug it out, your fluid waterfalling out between her stubby legs, her knees turned inward and pointing to eachother.
Peach stared up quietly at you, as if she were judging you for something you had done. You got worried that maybe this was a step too far.
She brought her hands together in a silent clap, unable to generate any noise, that's how limp her body was. "Hya-hah-ha!" Peach giggled up a storm, her stumpy legs flailing.
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Doe eyed with a dumb blonde expression, she had her thumb half inserted past her luscious pink lips, her pinky slightly raised and wrist thrown loose, Peach acted carefree, not paying attention as you approached with a baby wipe in hand. You swiped up from her already spotlessly clean pink pucker to her perfectly waxed coinslot pussy. "Wah, uwwaaahh!" Peach flailed her spaghetti arms, managing to put on the water works quite convincingly, tears streaming down the sides of her eyes.
She somehow cried more often as an adult than when she was a baby.
The fully figured supermodel woman with a petite body and even skinnier legs looked quite awkward in the prone position she put herself in intentionally.
"What's wrong, honey?" Your voice laced with a knowing menace, unlike when she was actually a baby.
"Peachie need passie..." She stirred her head from left to right, looking so innocent despite being a horny little minx.
"You're too old for a pacifier, dear."
Her prim nose flew up and her eyes shut, though her acting wasn't perfect, her hands flying up to her shoulders, shaking into fists. "WAAAAH!"
You stroked the back of her head. "But I have something better than a pacifier..." You said with a hint of a pretend malice.
She sniffed, brushing a finger across her long eyelashes. "Wiwweh?"
You took yourself out, stroking it and giving it a wag. You presented it to her. Peach feigned her lips being weaker and smaller than they were, unable to grip onto the head of your cock -- which only frustrated you, and you nearly thrust towards her, but you held back, as she eventually suckled onto your rock hard dick.
Relief followed with a big exhale flowing from you. "Does Baby Peach like her new pacifier?"
She nodded enthusiastically with a mouthful of cock, her big blue eyes like pools of water, lively and excited. "MUH-HUH"
You didn't last long, as Peach broke the facade and really went to town on you, her face narrowing into a vacuum like suckjob, producing the kind of feeling that made you want to close your knees together it was too good. You had to remember what role you were playing. "Ahhhh, my sweet little baby... hrgh... Peach!" You fired off spurt after spurt, her tongue dancing and teasing along the underside of your glans, though unlike Baby Peach, it all stayed inside her cheek, her royal features and makeup smear free.
You fell back, watching her as she drooled out your seed, all of it dragging along down her chin, the webby strands connected, as she forced it out with her small pink tongue over her glossy pink lips, your white goo spilling over and in between her perky triangle shaped tits as she sat with a vacant but satisfied look on her face. Peach stuck her finger in it, swirling it around into her skin like it was moisturizer, before she began staring at it, as the dollop fell off her finger and onto her sporty thigh. "Oooo yucky!"
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