The Adoption Clinic

by Kids Loving Kids

For Sarah   I hope you all enjoy

There was nothing special about the outside of the Tiny Tots adoption agency, but once inside, I knew it was the only place for me to adopt a newborn baby girl.

The reception area was large and sparsely decorated. I had trouble concentrating on the paperwork as another client was breastfeeding her little one in a seat across from me. I didn't realize I was staring until the lady stared back at me and asked “does it bother you that I feed her here?”

“Oh no, of course not. Go right ahead. I didn't mean to stare.”

I refocused my efforts on the forms in front of me. Who had referred me, it wanted to know. How old was I, was I married, could I have children of my own.

The baby across from me began to wail, pulling my eyes once more to her and her mother. She tried to soothe the baby girl with soft reassuring words, but to no avail. She took the baby from her breast, revealing her large areola and long stiff nipple to me. A tiny amount of milk leaked and stayed on the tip, making it glisten wetly in the office.

“I think baby made a tinkle.” Mom said as I looked, mesmerized by her milky tit. How long it had been since I'd been able to enjoy the milk of a woman's breast. How I enjoyed the sweet flavor.

“I think there's a restroom down the hall there” I said, pointing the way.

The mother thrust her left hand down the front of the baby's nappy and swooned. “mmm, baby's all warm and wet.” She said as she fiddled around in her daughter's private areas. I was transfixed on the sight. She withdrew her finger and sniffed it before sucking it clean as I watched. “would you care to help me change her?” she asked me matter of factly, as if her offer was commonplace. I was shocked to find myself almost shout “yes!” as I myself had become damp from the show I'd just been given.

We walked down the hall to the family restroom, and locked the door behind us. The bathroom was very large, and featured a changing table, where the woman laid her daughter down.

“I'm Sarah” she said, “and this is baby Allison.”

“Rebecca” I replied meekly, and looked around the room. A mirror reflecting back the changing table to me made me feel a little self-conscious, a reminder that this was really me here, about to do... whatever it was I was about to do.

“Are you nervous?” Sarah asked me.

“A little. I've never done anything like this before.”

“Never? But you've always wanted to, haven't you?”

“Yes. I used to babysit when I was a teenager, and whenever I'd change a diaper I'd have these thoughts... I never acted on them of course.”

“Never? I find that hard to believe.”

“Well, I would look at them longer than strictly necessary, and keep them naked as long as I could justify to myself. A few times, I would, you know, sniff one of their diapers after they had peed in it.

I don't know why, but something about the smell just got me really hot.”

“Of course it did. But you never touched a single one, never tasted them?”

“Of course I didn't.”

“Why not? Were you afraid you'd get caught?”

“A little. But mostly, I was afraid I'd hurt them.”

She seemed puzzled by this response. “hurt them how?”

“Well, when I was a little girl, my father he... he did some bad things to me. He hurt me.”

“How old were you when that happened?”

“I was five years old. I can still remember the pain from when he... he...”

“He raped you. He forced you didn't he? He was drunk or angry and he forced you to get naked and then he took himself out and you were crying weren't you?”

I nodded weakly.

“but he didn't care. Maybe your tears made him even more horny. He liked watching you scared for your life, knowing the power he had over you. And then he fucked you in your tiny immature little pussy. He stuffed his big fat dick into you and buried it as far in as he could get it to go. He ripped you in two and you cried and you yelled and he grinned and fucked you harder and harder til you were about to rip in two. It was scary and confusing and humiliating and then, it started to feel good didn't it?”

Another nod.

“And you've never forgiven yourself for it. You enjoyed it. It felt good after only a few minutes. Tell me, did you ever ask him to do it again?”

“What!?” I yelled. “That's rediculous! It was my father. I was a little girl. An innocent little girl.”

“Not anymore you weren't. He turned you into something else didn't he? From that day on, you played with yourself as often as you could.

You were horny all the time and you started looking for ways to get off. You looked for things around the house you could fuck, you thought about ways you could seduce him or any other boy at school, you wanted to fuck and you didn't care who you fucked anymore did you?

You became daddy's little slut”

“How dare you!” I furiously replied, and began to sob.

“Say it!”

The sobbing increased as the memories flowed through me.

“Say you were daddy's little slut!”

“I was daddy's little SLUT! I fucked him more than mom did. He liked me better. I masturbated all the time and humped my stuffed animals, I fucked candles, carrots, cucumbers, soda bottles, anything I could stuff up my twat! I even blew our dog!” I broke down at my confession and sobbed uselessly in the arms of my new confidant.

She held me warmly, surprisingly warmly. She shusshed me and rubbed my back and solaced me. “It's going to be alright.” She said. “Everything is going to be okay. I was the same, until I started working here.”

“you... you work here?” I said, wiping my tears.

“This isn't my daughter, she's one of the orphans. I'm taking care of her. Waiting.”

“Waiting for what?”

“A loving mom to give her a good home. Someone like you.”

“Like me?”

“You had an awful experience when you were young. It scarred you. You need healing. This girl can heal you, and she needs you just as much as you need her. She came from an abusive background not too different than you and I.”

“But, I'm afraid I'd do the same thing to her.”

“You wouldn't. You'd never hurt her. You'd be loving and gentle and you'd show her that sex can be beautiful. It can be loving and gentle and sweet. It can heal wounds. It can bring a mother and daughter closer than any other two people in the world. Only a handful of people have the chance to love a daughter as much and in such a way as you would love little Allison here. Help me change her, please?”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. Undo her diaper.”

I nervously undid the two tapes on the tiny baby's left side, then the right. I unfolded the front of the diaper and gazed lovingly at the nude form before me. She was not just beautiful, she was beauty itself. Her smell was just as intoxicating, it could have been my imagination but she smelled as if she'd been bathed in luxurious bath oils and then powdered liberally. There was also just a hint of the pee smell, not overpowering, just a tiny hint that got me hot all over again, like when I was a young teenager with budding hormones watching over neighborhood children, and thinking of the sex acts I'd already been introduced to by that age.

“Kiss her. Kiss her cheeks, her lips, her tummy. Show me how you'd love this little one like your very own daughter.”

I did as I was asked. Her skin was so incredibly soft and thrilling to touch. I tickled her feet til she giggled, and I smiled at her then. I put a finger in her hand and felt her grasp me, I picked her up and let her suckle on my breast.

“While she's feeding, touch her. Play with her labia, caress her clitoris.” Sarah told me. “That way, she associates the safety and comfort of feeding with sexual pleasure. She'll come to enjoy it, expect it, it will be a normal part of her life. It will be comforting and relaxing and enjoyable like it was meant to be.”

I held the baby with one hand, and explored with the other. I traced my fingers up and down her little slit, rubbed her tiny little puffy lips, spread her lips open and wet my finger with her juices and tasted them. Then I lost control. I placed her back down on the changing table and I placed my head between her sweet little legs. I began to kiss softly. Tenderly. I licked at her hole then, slickened it with my saliva and tasted her juices straight from the source. Her cunny was the sweetest, yummiest treat I'd ever tasted and I savored every sensation, slowly slowly taking my time and lapping at the tiny baby girl.

“Would you like to fuck her?”

“I would. Someday. She's too little right now, isn't she?”

“Wouldn't you love to feel a finger inside of her? How can you make her wait?”

“Look, thank you for everything today, I really mean it, but... I just don't think it's the right time. I think losing her virginity is something she has to decide. It should happen when she's ready, not when I am.”

Sarah smiled at me. “Congratulations, Mom.”

“Mom?”

“You passed. You truly care for this little one like she's your own daughter. We couldn't ask for anything more. She's in good hands with you. I'll finish the paperwork and you can take her home today.”

And that's the story of how I adopted my little Allison. The things we did together as she grew, those are another tale...