I tinued my perception training for what felt like well over an hour when I suddenly detected mom Jane ing down the hallway to wake me up from my nap, feed me, and brio the living room.

  Looks like that's the end of my perception training. Time to enter baby mode once more and py with my blocks again, sigh. It could be worse, but I 't wait until these days are over and I'm older so I actually start doing the things I used to enjoy ba my previous life, such as lifting heavy weights and hitting new personal records on them.

  Alongside that, I know I'll be more than pleased to watch my stats rise at a signifitly faster rate when I'm no longer limited aricted by my age and the maturity of my body. Eating proper food again instead of drinking breast milk every day sounds pretty nice as well. I could really go for a burger right about now...

  A few seds ter into my thoughts as I was beginning to salivate at the thought of a juicy burger, I heard the sound of the door clig and opening. Thus, I set aside my desires for juicy burgers, for now, wiped the slight bit of saliva that began accumuting at the edge of my mouth, and started getting up.

  Another moment passed when she peeked her head through the cracked open door to see if I was awake and, as soon as she id her eyes on me, she fouanding, looking right back at her. Finding me awake, her face immediately lit up as she opehe door to my bedroom the rest of the way before she theered inside and started walking over to my crib.

  "How was my little guy's nap?" My mother asked sweetly in her usual soothing voice, right as she reached the side of my crib.

  "Ga-ga-ga-od" I responded pyfully, in a string of sounds while getting up and reag my arms in the air for her to pick me up.

  "Hm hmm, I'm gd you enjoyed your nap. Let's get you fed, big guy, before I bring you out to the living room to have your fun with the new blocks your dad and grandma Emilia got you yesterday."

  "My, aren't you growing quite fast." She ented happily, with a smile pstered on her face she lifted me from the crib into her arms.

  Following that, she brought me over to the nearby chair sitting in the er of my room and took a seat. Within seds of her gettied with me in her grasp as well, she popped one of her rge breasts out that if I had to take a guess, would probably be around the double d/e range in terms of size. bihat with her many other attractive features, it's no wonder why my dad Robert had pursued and gotten together with my mom Jane before eventually log her down via marriage.

  "Okay sweetie, drink as much as you want." She said smiling at me lovingly as she proceeded to stick my face to the plump breast she just released seds ago.

  Relinquishing myself to what I o do to survive, I ed my mouth aroueet and got to sug, careful not to bite down on it.

  Sigh, at least it doesn't taste bad, however solid food 't e fast enough.

  My mind started wandering off thinking about all the different foods I've been craving since my arrival while I drank and had my fill. After a short duration of sug milk straight from the tap, I finally had my fill, thus I stopped draining milk from my mom's breast and removed my mouth from her nipple with a slight pop.

  "Ohh, you're done sweetie, you sure had your fill, huh?" My mom asked as she began putting her breast ba her clothes.

  "Alright, now that we've gotten you fed, let's head to the living room so you get some py in. How does that sound?" She said to me whilst patting my back to help me burp.

  "Gah gue," I responded in broken baby speak, making my mother's face light up.

  *burp*

  "Aww, aren't you just the cutest little thing?" She gushed stly befetting up and pg me on the ground.

  Don't know how a burp is cute but whatever.

  Mealtime over and doh, I followed her out and down the hallway to the living room where I quickly settled in and began pying with my growing colle of blocks while my mom took a seat on the gray couch close by and started to type away oop, probably w on something having to do with her research projects.

  ...

  Later on that day, my well-built bear of grandpa John Matthew O'Malley, my mom's father, came over for a visit since he had nothing to do with him being a retiree and all. The man was wearing his usual getup of a bck tank top, desert camo pants, and a set of tan colored steel toed bat boots, aured the predominant trait almost our entire family tree shared, nature blue eyes, although not as vibrant as my own.

  That aside, he was caucasian like the rest of us and possessed the appearance of a man in his early forties even though he just hit fifties retly. He also had a strong mase face with a ft top of dark brownish hair that had somewhat of a reddish hue, his urait that the rest of us jet bck colored hair people didn't share with him.

  It's holy surprising that the man was even able to make it to retirement age. Not too many wastend explorers return alive from venturing out into the wastend with the death rate for the occupation hanging around 50% for first timers.

  So him making a career out of it for years and surviving to retirement age is more than impressive. Hmm, I wonder if I could get him to tell me about his time out there when I'm older. I have no doubt that he could defieach me a thing or two from his many years of surviving out in the wastend.

  Thinking about turning my nea into my future teacher, he and my mom shared a hug and chatted for a bit before they headed back my way to the living room.

  "How's the little rugrat been since my st visit?" My grandpa asked my mother Jane in his gruff voice shortly after he got nid fortable on the couch.

  "How about you ask him yourself?" She respoo her dad whilst returning to her seat with a slight smile making its way onto her face.

  "So how've you been, little guy, staying out of trouble, I hope?" My grandpa asked me in an ever so slightly smoother voice.

  "Go-gah." I responded as I was building aower with my many blocks, whilst his tough looking mug turned into one of amazement.

  …

  "J-Jane, how oh is he stringing sounds together? Isn't it way too early for such a young baby?" He asked her in absolutely shocked at what he had just witnessed.

  "Isn't he a little genius." She responded smiling, obviously very happy and proud of my progress. That was 100% abnormal pared to what other babies my age should be capable of.

  "...Sure seems like he is. The little monster even has you beat in that department with you only starting t sounds together when you were only around 7 months old." He replied, still rec from his previous surprise.

  …

  "Who do you think you're calling a monster, dad?" My mom Jane said, gring at her father, pissed at what he just uttered.

  Looks like you stepped on a ndmine, grandpa, good luck.

  I thought with a chuckle as I tinued eaining myself with my blocks whilst my grandpa John tried disarming the bomb he actally armed with my lioness mother.