(Rating: 3/5 (typical ABDL), CW: furry/anthro character, diaper use (wet and messy), nudity, breastfeeding, sexual acts with and without a diaper.)

Imagine a late Summer afternoon. Picture a forest, spreading in all directions as far as the eye can see, removed from any kind of civilization. Look closer: in the middle of this forest, there’s a cabin made of wooden logs, a pretty big one in fact, with a patio hiding beneath a canopy. Look even closer: on the patio, under the canopy, there’s a woven chair where a lady bear is sitting and reading a book. This is where our story begins, or rather, where it has already begun.

A paperback in one paw, a thin cigarette in the other, the bear was relaxing in her comfy chair. She could fairly be called ‘middle-aged’ without raising a fuss from her, as gray hair peppered her dark gold fur, and her eyes expressed the wisdom of a lifetime well lived. She looked nice, in a homely kind of way. She didn’t care much for fancy clothing, preferring her eternal tank top, worn-out jeans and red-and-black plaid shirt she wore every day. The outfit suited her and was comfortable, that’s all that mattered.

Elodie, as it was her name, was a country lady at heart. The kind who knew what hard work meant, and that moments of quietness after a job well done were precious. She took a drag off her cigarette, one of the two she allowed herself to smoke every day, then turned a yellowed page in her book. The day’s chores had been done, dinner was almost ready. She had earned a little moment of quiet to herself.

She finished a chapter almost at the same time she took the last drag. Elodie earmarked the page and stubbed the cigarette’s butt, but didn’t move from her patio chair yet. The bear enjoyed the sounds of the forest around her for a moment, unbothered, relaxed. This was a perfect Summer day. Hot, but not too hot; a nice cool breeze that made the leaves shimmer in unison; sunshine peeking through scattered clouds that provided just enough shade. She couldn’t have asked for a more delightful weather.

She noticed that the Sun was getting low, meaning the end of this perfect afternoon was drawing near. It wouldn’t set for hours still, but this natural alarm clock warned her that her evening routine was about to begin.

The lady bear rose from her seat, stretched and cracked her aging articulations, then leaned on the patio’s fence. She said a single word to the empty clearing in front of her house, not shouting, just spoken loud enough to be heard from a bit away.

“Sweetheart…?”

Immediately, rustling was heard in the bushes at the edge of the cabin’s clearing, and within seconds, someone erupted from the vegetation and ran towards her.

A human, as thin and hairless as humans can be, save from a heap of unkempt dark hair cascading from his head. You could count exactly three pieces of clothing on him: denim shortalls which looked like they belonged to someone bigger, a pair of busted sneakers, and the unmistakable bulk of an adult diaper not-so-well-hidden under the fabric. He was also covered from head to toe in a solid layer of dust, dead leaves and dried mud, giving him the shaggy look of someone who spent a lot of time outside and didn’t care about getting dirty.

The human sprinted towards the cabin until he saw Elodie waiting for him at the fence.

“Mmmaaaaaaamaaaaaaa!” he squealed in delight as soon as he saw her. The bear opened her arms, and the little one jumped into her embrace. He wasn’t exactly a small guy, but his mother bear was a couple of heads taller than him, and probably three times as heavy: compared to her, he looked positively scrawny. Buried in a sea of golden brown fur, his hairless skin looked even paler.

“I came as soon as you called me,” he told her excitedly. “You see, Mama, you see? I heard you say ‘sweetheart’ and I came home immediately! I’m a good boy!”

“Yes, you’re such a good little boy today,” replied Elodie with a warm smile as she ruffled his shaggy hair.

Innocently, she grabbed the hem peeking over the beltline of his overalls and pulled it back, taking a quick peek at the state of her little’s diaper. Hours earlier, right after lunch, she had dressed him up in his play clothes and sent him out with a playful tap on his freshly padded butt: ‘Come back before dinner time!’. From what she could see down there, not only did her little one have a whale of a time playing outside, but his padding had been put to good use as well.

“Whew!” she said, fanning her nose with affected manners. “People keep talking about what bears do in the woods, how come they never talk about your stinky butt?”

The little one cringed at the tease. “Amnnaaaaht…” he mumbled in defense.

“Pumpkin, I could smell you from the other side of the woods,” she replied, tapping her snout with a knowing look. “No point in hiding your little accidents from me. Mommy’s nose knows.”

The little human shriveled in shame under the accusation, and soon buried his face in his mom’s bosom, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Ah ah!” she stopped him. “Cleaning first, hugs later, little stinker.”

Grabbing him gently by the wrist, the lady bear led her little one inside the cabin. They entered the main living room, which was clean and smelled of pine trees. It was also cramped, filled to the brim with wooden furniture and scattered toys all over the floor. What else would you expect of a single-floor cabin in the woods where two people - including an overgrown toddler - were living in?

On the floor, near the big baby’s playpen, laid a padded blanket where many impromptu diaper changes had taken place in the past. The little human toddled towards it and dropped on his knees, but with a tug, his mama bear brought him back on his feet.

“No no, not here,” she chastised him without malice. “You’ve earned yourself a shower, little man. You’re covered in dirt, and I’m not cleaning that mud bomb in the back with wipes, that’s for sure!” The little one tried to protest, but she kept pulling him forward, whispering “Shower, shower, shower…” until they reached their tiny bathroom.

The old bear undressed him with the expertise of a mother who’s required to dress someone else every morning. She picked his feet up one after the other, freeing him from his shoes - he didn’t wear socks. With two clicks, the overall’s straps were opened, and Elodie swiftly peeled the garment away, folding the dusty clothing in a single move and putting it aside.

Now that the human was almost naked, the damage on his farm-themed diaper was all the more obvious: it drooped severely between his legs, and the discoloration in the back left very little to the imagination. Truly, those leak guards were miracle workers…

Elodie made the blushy baby step into the shower, turning on the water and aiming the shower head away from him. It would take a minute before hot water traveled down the old pipes of this rustic bathroom. She pulled down the full diaper off his waist, the same way she would have with regular underwear - except those usually don’t come with a messy surprise inside. She took a single look at the catastrophe on her little one’s bum.

“Oh dear...”

That’s all she said, and yet, the human was now blushing redder than ever. She broke the tension with a heartfelt laugh. “Honestly, I don’t know what else I was expecting!”

She finished removing the soiled garment and expertly rolled it into a ball, which she dropped into a nearby pail with the agility of a basketball player. Now that water had reached its desired temperature, she took aim with the shower head and blasted the little’s bottom with it, trying to get the muck out and down the drain.

The little one shivered. They didn’t really have a water heater in the cabin, only a water balloon that was exposed to the Sun’s heat all day. As a result, the water wasn’t as much ‘hot’ as it was lukewarm. At best. On a good day. But after the initial shock, he enjoyed the sensation of fresh water on his sunbathed skin, cooling him down from a hot Summer afternoon of playing.

Elodie removed her plaid shirt to keep it from getting wet and grabbed a soap bar, mumbling just loud enough to be heard: “I swear, next time I’m cleaning you outside, with the hose…”. She began pouring water all over his naked body, water running brown between the little’s legs, but only because of the accumulated dust and mud - the rest had been power washed away already.

“My God. What did you do today, you little munchkin? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this dirty ever before!”

The human took this as his clue to tell about his day. Blabbering faster than an old TV commercial about small toy cars, he told her: “So I went under the trees down the path and there was a bunch of sticks so I decided to make a little house for the hedgehogs that live there and also I took a bunch of leaves and made a little roof but I had to do it over because they kept falling so I ended up using a piece of bark instead and…”

“Oh, really?” asked the bear without listening, focused as she was on the soaping and rinsing of her little one.

“... but then I got bored so I ran down the hill and then back up and I tried to see if I could go faster and faster but it was hard to tell because I didn’t have a watch and then my head got dizzy so I rolled on a patch of grass and watched the clouds until I was better…”

“Uh-huh.”

“... and I saw a buck between the trees so I tried to sneak in closer but it saw me and ran away so I tried to run after it but I got lost so I climbed on a small tree to see if I could see the buck again and I saw it! He was drinking at the river but by the time I got there it was gone again, and…”

“You don’t say?”

“... I dug where I had burrowed my collection or rocks but I couldn’t find it but I found a new bug instead and it was crawling in circles and it was so funny! But my rocks were actually under another tree and…”

The little one was clean and dry before he ran out of things to say about his amazing day outside.

After taping a fresh diaper around his adorable little bum, Elodie decided to not bother with a full outfit for the evening; he would be in pajamas soon anyway. She simply pulled one of her old shirts over his head and called it a day. It didn’t fit her anymore, but was big enough to serve as an improvised dress for her little one. Just long enough to cover his diaper, but not his bare legs. It was adorned with a faded logo the human didn’t recognize - some kind of rock band older than the dinosaurs, probably.

The bear sat her human down on a kitchen chair to wait as she finished dinner. Most of it had already been cooked, she just needed to reheat it and grill the meat. The little one was a little angel and waited patiently for their meal to be served, enjoying the smells of simple, comforting food filling the kitchen.

“Our special for tonight: beans, mashed potatoes and mini sausages!” she declared proudly as she brought the plates to the rustic wooden table of their kitchen.

They shared the same meal, but Elodie’s plate was larger and at least twice as loaded with food. It was also made of actual ceramic, instead of the faded pastels of plastic kid cutlery. Oddly enough, while she placed two plates on the table, she only brought a single table spoon for both of them.

His meal in front of him, the little one waited with increasingly hungry eyes as Elodie wrapped a table cloth around his neck. Picking the spoon up, she asked: “Well, your majesty, which one shall it be for your first bite?”

“Uhmmmm…” he hesitated out loud. “Beans!”

“You wish is my command,” she replied with fake deference as she spooned a small dose of beans and sauce. There was no need to play ‘Here comes the airplane’ with the little one: his mouth was already open and ready for the spoon. The bear put the spoon in and made sure his mouth was fully closed before gently removing the spoon. She then picked up another spoonful of beans, from her own plate this time, and promptly devoured it.

“I must admit,” she said with pride as she finished her mouthful, “I truly am the Master of Beans!”

The little one chortled, which made him spit some bean sauce. Elodie quickly wiped the accident away, before dexterously cutting a small sausage in two with the side of the spoon. No need for a fork here, Elodie was an expert; she scooped the half-sausage and presented it to the human, who promptly opened his mouth.

She then picked up the other half for herself, which prompted the little one to complain indignantly. “Heeeeyyyy!”.

“What?”

“That’s my sausage!”

“No, that’s mine. It’s in my mouth right now.”

“It came from my plate!”

Elodie rolled her eyes at the love of her life, then she expertly transferred a single mini-sausage from her own plate to the plastic kiddy one.

“There. The balance of sausagery has been restored. Happy?”

His annoyance now appeased, the little one nodded, then opened his mouth for the next spoonful of mashed potatoes.

Now that all three parts of the meal had been sampled, the routine went smoothly. After the first few mouthfuls, the human slowed down a bit, which allowed the bear to eat two or three spoonfuls between each one of his. Their plates got empty at the same time. The main difference was that the bear didn’t require a thorough face wiping to clean up all the food that didn’t quite reach her mouth…

Once dinner time was over and flatware put away in the sink - dishwashing could wait until tomorrow - the little one dashed madly to the living room and jumped on the couch with the same energy as if it were a trampoline. Elodie shook her head, her hands placed jokingly on her hips in the universal pose of a disapproving parent.

“How do you still have so much energy after a whole day outside, a shower and dinner? You should at least be yawning by now!”

“NO!” shouted the little one in defiance, giggling as he bounced.

“Well,” she pointed calmly, “I don’t think babies that bounce around everywhere can get snuggles at all. It’s true, they simply can’t stay in place long enough!”

Like a switch flipped in his brain, the little one stopped bouncing and immediately sat on the couch, holding his breath to stay as still as a statue. You couldn’t have trained a dog to react this quickly to a command. Elodie was pleased.

“That’s better. Now scoot, I need some space.”

The little one moved aside to leave her space on the couch - her favorite spot on it, where you could almost see the imprint of her hips on the cushions. She dropped on it heavily, exhaling a sigh of relief. The day was almost over, and her old bones were starting to feel it. Five minutes on the couch sounded like a plan right now. She closed her eyes for just a moment.

The human began a sneaky maneuver to reclaim the snuggle he desired so dearly. First, he leaned against her, putting his head on her shoulder. Seeing as she didn’t react negatively, he wrapped one of his arms around her belly and squeezed. The lady bear smiled, and without opening her eyes, she wrapped her own arm around his back, her big paw landing straight on his padded butt. The little one got startled for a brief moment, before he began giggling.

He knew he had to stay nice and quiet, because Mama said he wouldn’t get snuggles otherwise. But being so close to her, he was in a prime position to get a whiff of her smell. And he loved her smell. The warm smell of fur, the earthy tones of the countryside life, the musky aroma of sweat, and a hint of faded vanilla perfume from the soap she used this morning. It was such a unique combination. It was her smell, and just getting a sample of it was getting him all…

“Sweetheart?”

He snapped back to reality, confused.

“You’ve been sniffing me rather loudly,” she declared matter-of-factly. “Is this your way of telling me that I need to take a shower like you?”

The little one panicked and squeezed her in a hug. “No! Nonononononono…” He buried his head right under her chest, mumbling under her breath: “Ijustlikehowyousmellmama…”

“Is that so?” she teased him further, raising her brow. “I’m sure I smell awful, I’ve been working all day in the heat.”

The little one pressed his face even further against her, answering something unintelligible. His fingers were digging into her plump body, squeezing her rhythmically, his breath drawing shorter and faster.

Elodie knew exactly what was going on. While she thought of him as his little one, she never forgot that he was first and foremost a little man, with needs that couldn’t be satisfied with simple hugs. She didn’t mind it, really. She might even indulge him right now. It would certainly help to use all that unspent energy he apparently still had in store.

Pulling him along, the lady bear shifted on the couch until she was laying on her back, the human on top of her. She placed her legs on both sides of his body, squishing him in her grasp, and she wrapped her arms tenderly around his back. He looked so small like this, like he was laying down on a gigantic bear rug - one that apparently smelled very good.

The little one, head still buried deep, whimpered meekly.

“Well, go on then,” she encouraged him. “Do your thing. Come on! Chop chop!”

Encouraged by her peppy tone, the little one began to hump her, producing a loud crinkle as his diaper rubbed against the area between her legs. Slow and shy at first, then growing more confident by the second; soon, he was humping her with the regularity of a motor engine, crinkling with every move.

Elodie wasn’t getting the most of it. It was, after all, just some plastic rubbing against her privates through the thickness of her jeans. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was far from actual sex. But she enjoyed feeling his little body getting excited against her. The ripples of his movements coursing up his back, the whimpers he produced with each hump, the shallow breaths he took right under her breasts. Every fiber of his being was enraptured in this moment of bliss. She closed her legs on him, pushing on his padded butt to hump harder, encouraging him as he went along.

“Look at you going, little man! Mommy is so proud of you. Go on, keep going, you’re almost there!”

It was paradise for the little man’s sense. Warm fur to grab all around him, wet padding rubbing against his rod, the intoxicating smell of his mama bear overpowering the air he breathed, her honeyed words rubbing inside his mind. He humped and rubbed as fast as he could, fully blinded by the maelstrom of pleasurable sensations, lost in his own little universe of pleasure. Nothing else mattered, there was only the present moment. He didn’t last long. Soon, his body tensed up, and in a mind-shattering orgasm, he let out all his pent-up desires explode inside his padding.

Which, Elodie thought, was awfully convenient for cleaning up the mess.

After tensing like a violin’s string, the little one’s body relaxed immensely, and he was soon softer and floppier than his own soft toys. Elodie kept petting his head and rubbing his back, repeatedly calling him a ‘good boy’.

It took him several minutes to recover his senses, as he looked up to discover her beautiful face, beaming the proudest smile she could have, a little twinkle in her eyes.

“My my, I guess there’s no need to get the board games out for playing tonight. Isn’t that right, honey?”

Bedtime happened a short time later. The Sun was lazily disappearing behind the horizon as Elodie finished taping a night-time diaper around her lovely little’s butt.

They slept in the same room, but in separate beds; Elodie had insisted on that setup. She needed space, or so she said. The human had a small-sized bed with rails bordering it on all sides, while the bear had a more classic queen-sized bed all to herself. They were close enough that they could probably reach the other bed by stretching their arm out. Both beds had mosquito nets dangling from above, as two people sleeping in the woods at night was bound to attract all kinds of critters.

As the lady bear was currently fiddling with the buttons on her baby’s onesie, she noticed how eerily calm he was. The little one held tight a raccoon plush toy that had seen better days, but didn’t say a word, like something was bothering him.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin?” she asked with a reassuring smile. “You’re usually much more wiggly at bedtime. Tired from your long day?”

The little one said nothing, only squeezing the plush raccoon tighter. Not willing to let the question slide, Elodie tickled his belly, making the little squirm. “Come on! You can’t keep secrets away from me, you little squirt!”

He squirmed a bit more, trying - and failing - to keep his laughter contained, snorting and chortling as he did. But he wouldn’t say a thing.

“Alright, then!” she said, dropping the tickling act. “It’s sleepytime for little babies and big mama bears, anyway.”

She raised the rail on the last open side of the bed, and turned around to undress. But as soon as she removed her shirt, she heard a little voice squeaking behind her. “Mama?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“How long are we going to stay here?”

Elodie turned back, and saw her little one was now sitting in his bed, with a mix of complex emotions washing over his face. Her motherly instincts immediately told her something was off.

“Well,” she said as she leaned on the rails, “for a little bit longer, I think. This is our vacation, pumpkin, and Summer is far from being over. We have time.”

The little one squeezed his raccoon tighter. “Is it a lot of time?”

She smiled confidently. “Yes, honey. It’s a lot. So many days, you can’t even count that high.”

“I can count to a hundred!” he replied bashfully.

“It’s more than a hundred, then.”

He furrowed his brow. “And then what happens when the vacation is over?”

The smile on Elodie’s face faded slightly, before she picked herself back up.

“Well… I guess we will pack our stuff, take a ride on the long road, and go back home.”

“In the big city?”

“Yes, in the big city!” she agreed. “I’m surprised you remember it. That was a long time ago for you, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

The little one let his answer fade into silence. After a long moment, Elodie believed he had nothing else to ask, so she turned back to her bed and continued undressing. Right as she removed her trousers, the human tried to catch her attention again.

“What if!” he spewed out, not knowing where to go after that. “What if, what if… what if I don’t wanna go home?”

The smile on the bear’s face was gone, and a growing expression of concern replaced it. This wasn't like him to talk like that. He was either very cute, or very naughty, but never quite so serious.

“You don’t want to go back home, pumpkin? Why not?”

“I don’t… I don’t like the big city, “ he replied, suddenly unable to look her in the eyes. “It’s big and… I don’t… It’s noisy and not…” He was so shaken by his memories flooding back that he couldn’t even finish a single sentence. “And I have to… At work… And, and people… They’re all… Except you… I mean… But I don’t wanna go back there, no. I don’t wanna…”

Too many emotions for such a small baby. She had to act. Elodie lowered the rail and sat down next to him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders in a comforting hug.

“Hey, hey. Look at me. It’s okay. Don’t worry, pumpkin, it’s okay. You don’t have to be upset.” She gave him a little kiss on top of his head, which didn't seem to calm him in any way.

“Do you want to know a secret?” she whispered to him like a conspirator. The little one nodded.

“We don’t have to go back to the big city, if you don’t want to. Not now, not ever.”

The little one was terribly surprised by this. “But but! But you said that when our vacation is over, we’ll have to go to the big city!”

“That is correct,” she confirmed with a nod. “So all we have to do is not let this vacation end.”

This puzzled the little one even more. “But… when Summer is over…”

“That’s the trick, pumpkin. We just have to make it so Summer never ends. If Summer never ends, our vacation never ends. We can stay as long as we want, and never go back. It’s as simple as that.”

He blinked, slowly, trying to understand what she meant. “How do we…?”

She grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly. There was an intense benevolence in her eyes that made him feel soft and weak inside.

“It’s all about you, pumpkin,” she told him in the same voice she used to console him when he got a boo-boo. “This place, this cabin, this Summer. It’s all about you. You can stop at any time. If you want this to end, all you have to do is wish it, in your heart, truly wish it. Then, we’ll pack things up and go back to the big city together. But you have to know that if we leave, we can never come back.”

Panic flickered in the little one’s eyes, but Elodie squeezed his hand and petted his long, dark hair with her big paw.

“Sshhh. Don’t worry, it’s fine. We can only have this one Summer together. If we let this Summer end, then we can’t come back. Or maybe we can come back, but it won’t be the same. This vacation we have, it’s something truly special, truly unique. So all we have to do is never let Summer end, and we can keep doing this as long as you want to.”

Tears began to pearl at the corners of the little one’s eyes.

“I-I-I don’t know…”

“It’s easy, pumpkin. As long as you wish deep in your heart that you want to go on, tomorrow will be another Summer day. And the day after that. Over and over again, as many times as you want, until you truly want to stop. But it doesn’t have to stop. We can go on forever. It could be Summer every day. It’s your decision, and your decision alone.”

“I-I don’t know if I can do that,” he replied with a shaking voice. “What if… if I screw up?”

Elodie wiped away a tear on the little one’s cheek. “I’m not worried at all. You’ve never screwed up before. You’ve been doing it for much longer than you realize, pumpkin.”

“M-more than a hundred?” he asked, sniffing the tears away.

“More than a hundred, honey. Many, many times more. I don’t think I can count this high myself!”

The bear held him tight in an embrace and rubbed his back, which made him feel all fuzzy inside. She laid him down on the mattress once more and raised the rail again. But the little human had one last question.

“Mama? You said this is all about me, right?”

“Yes I did, sweetheart.”

“So… what about you?”

“What about me?” she parroted, not understanding the question.

“Are you happy here?”

It took a moment for her to answer. A longer moment than she should have. Slowly, a smile appeared on her face, timid at first, then stronger by the second. Her eyes were shimmering with love - or maybe these were tears? But in the end, she leaned over her little one and kissed him, slowly, gently, lovingly.

“I’m happy as long as I’m with you.”

And that’s all she needed to say.

Somehow, right after this intimate moment, Elodie snapped back to her nightly routine. She finished undressing to the last bit; the bear liked to sleep in the nude, or as nude as a bear can be, anyway. That’s why she insisted that they had separate beds: if she laid naked next to her little man, she’d ever get any sleep. Tonight, the little man in question was too preoccupied by the conversation they just had, but on any other Summer day, he wouldn’t have missed a single moment of her undressing.

She slipped between the covers, draped the mosquito net over her bed, and turned off the lights. “Good night, pumpkin,” she said to the crib hidden in the shadows. “You need your beauty sleep, or you won’t be in shape for tomorrow!”

“Why?” replied a little voice. “What are we doing tomorrow?”

In the darkness, the bear smiled. “Well, that all depends on you, doesn’t it?”

The little human didn’t answer. Soon, they both fell asleep.

The Sun had been up for a little while now, as it’s bound to do in the Summer. Birds were chirping outside the window, filling the silence of the early morning hours.

In the bedroom, a certain little one was carefully scaling over the rails of his crib. His sodden padding cushioned him as he swung one leg after the other over the rails. Truth be told, he could always have escaped his bed, if he wanted to. He was big and strong enough to scale over the rails, who barely reached his midsection if he stood on the bed. It’s just that babies aren’t supposed to do that. Especially when mommy is watching. But right now, mommy was still asleep. So he was being naughty.

He crawled to the base of her bed, poking his head under the mosquito net. He stopped for a moment to admire his mother bear, the shape of her body, the soft fluff of her fur. Elodie was a heavy sleeper, spreading her body over the entire queen-sized bed. She was also snoring lightly - something she always denied when called on it.

From his spot at the foot of the bed, the little one had an interesting view. A lovely view. Which gave him an idea. Slowly and meticulously, like a cat on the prowl, he climbed on the bed, inching closer to his target. A target which happened to be located right between the bear’s legs…

It took a little time for Elodie to rise from the depth of her sleep. When she did wake up, it was to a very pleasurable feeling.

“Hmmmm…?” she moaned, half-asleep. “Oh… Honey, you…” She let out a very unfeminine chuckle. “Aren’t you the adventurous boy?”

The little one was too busy to answer. The bear’s body was soft and toasty, the kind of warmness that comes from sleeping in one place for a long while. He rubbed his hands on the deliciously warm fur, enjoying the soft body hidden underneath. He began to move upwards on her body, inch by inch. He left the treasure between her legs in favor of rubbing his face on her large tummy, hands ruffling her fur back and forth with delight, kissing every part of her body along the way. He stopped a moment on her belly button, then continued his slow ascension. Soon he reached the top of her belly, then her chest, until he finally faced her delightful breasts.

He looked up, and his eyes met the bear’s downward gaze, full of tenderness. His little adventure had gotten all her attention, and the near future was full of promises. She wrapped her paws around his back, pulling him just a bit higher. This morning could be a repeat of last day’s snuggles, and both seemed okay with it. The little one craned his neck, trying to reach her lips for a kiss…

Out of the blue, a thunderous fart erupted from the little’s behind, barely muffled by the padding around his cheeks.

Elodie erupted in laughter, so much so that the human could feel himself bounce up and down on her chest. The magic of the moment had been lost to hilarity.

“Oh my God,” she gasped between two hiccups, “I keep forgetting that’s what happens when I feed you beans! You must have kept that one inside all night long!”

The little one scuttled back on her belly, pouting. He had plans for this morning's wake-up, and none of them involved laughing at him. The bear tenderly caressed his cheek with her soft paw, trying to elect a smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry, mister sourpuss, I didn’t mean to laugh. But you have to admit it was so perfectly timed!”

The little one enjoyed the caress enough to let a smile creep on his face. He wrapped his arms tight around her body, trying to turn this fiasco into a more tender moment. And there was still something to do on his list.

They hugged in silence for a minute, then the little one darted his eyes towards one of the bear’s breasts. Peeking right under the fur, the nipple was there, inviting, promising, tantalizing. He looked up again, his eyes plunging into the bear’s one, and he tried to look as adorable as he could muster.

“Mama… Can I…?”

She lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t know, pumpkin, can you?”

The little one was not amused. She ruffled her hair in jest.

“Oh alright, go ahead! You didn’t get your dessert last night, anyway. That should make for a nice breakfast, instead.”

Immediately, the human reached for the nipple with his lips, giving a few tentative licks before latching onto it. He had to suck hard for a few seconds before he felt a drop of warm, rich and familiar liquid pearl under his tongue. From that point onwards, it was a routine he knew by heart, an almost mechanical rhythm that was only interrupted by swallowing the delicious milk.

Rubbing the back of her little human with tenderness, Elodie laid her head back on the pillows and closed her eyes. He didn’t need her full attention right now, and was free to enjoy the sensations of calm and safety brought up by this moment. She craved those little bits of intimacy. That feeling that she was this huge, invincible creature that protected a small, fragile and helpless little baby. She was the wall around their castle, the shield between him and the rest of the world. She was the Mama Bear, and her little one was the safest bear cub in the whole world.

The feeding continued for a few minutes, as Elodie slowly drifted back to sleep - she had been woken up before her usual time, after all. At some point, the sucking motions stopped. She felt the human remove his lips from her nipple and his body rising up.

“Mama?” asked his all too familiar voice.

“Yes, sweetheart?” she replied without opening her eyes.

“I’ve been… thinking,” he continued. She felt his fingers entwine with hers and squeeze tenderly.

“I think I want it to be Summer a little longer. Or a lot. But I want to stay with you, Mama.”

She opened her eyes just a bit to gaze upon the face of her love, the person she was devoting every waking moment of her life. He looked both thrilled and scared of his decision. She beamed him her warmest smile and squeezed his hand back.

“You’re such a good boy. Mommy is proud of you.”

The shadow of a blush passed on the little’s face, then he moved to the other side of her large body and latched on her second nipple. Feeling content and safe, Elodie closed her eyes again, ready to join the world of dreams while he was busy getting his breakfast.

And so they laid on top of each other in their rapidly warming bedroom. The air smelled like an odd mix of warm fur, naughty sex, fresh milk and big farts. Neither of them was in a hurry to start the day properly. They had all the time in the world, after all.

This day was going to be perfect, like every day that came before it. The weather will be hot, but not too hot, with a nice breeze to cool them down and clouds high in the sky to shield them from the Sun. Their pantry will be full of delicious food, and would always contain whatever ingredient Elodie needed to cook. There will be plenty of changing supplies in their bathroom to take care of the little one’s bum. If she ever finished her book, there would be another one waiting for her on the bookshelf.

After breakfast, she will change him out of his onesie and into a fresh diaper, dress him in play clothes and let him go outside. Maybe they’ll walk together to the river this time? Or stay inside all day and enjoy a long day of hugging on the couch, as a treat? Maybe today, maybe tomorrow. Nothing truly ever changed here in the cabin, but a little variety never hurt anyone.

It was going to be another perfect day in their never-ending Summer together. And it certainly wouldn’t be the last.