I jumped on my mother’s large and voluptuous chest. Or at least, this is what I wished I could do. Instead, the best I could manage was to crawl to her and wait until she took me in her arms. From there, I sucked on her nipple, filling both my belly and desire for women’s bare skin. I greedily gulped her 100% natural milk while watching the other babies having their fill around me.
To be exact, I wasn’t watching the kids, who weren’t that interesting. I was watching the many boobs around me, fulfilling my eyes’ need for erotism in a three in one move. Everyone was wearing animal pelts since such was modern fashion these days. There was something weirdly arousing about all these pelts-wearing cavewomen partially revealing their bodies. Something like beauty in its raw state?
“Yes, eat a lot and grow strong, my darling baby.”
My mother truly cherished me a lot. I had long since noticed her love for me had transcended infinity to reach beyond the edge of the universe. As for me, I always responded to her affection in kind, even if it was a slightly different one.
As I finished eating, I didn’t stop sucking on her nipple, continuing as if nothing happened. Rather than extracting milk, I was now using my tongue to play with her sensitive part, in a very un-baby-like manner. Nevertheless, she didn’t seem to think much of it, enjoying the feeling of her direct descendant sipping on her bosom.
I had learned to drink efficiently to have more time to play with my mother’s boobs. Other babies would stop, breathe, or even daydream. There was no such thing for me. Any second of this precious moment was valuable.
I only stopped when other babies were done and mothers prepared to take us to bed. It was siesta time, and no matter how perverted I was, I had similar needs to the other children. My body needed its sleep, whether I liked it or not. I had tried to resist it a few times but there was no point. I always ended up asleep in a matter of minutes.
Today, too, I wanted to stay awake a bit more to try the newly learned possibility that was magic. Yet, soon after I was set down on the bed made of pelts – everything was made of pelts, as one could guess by now – my eyes closed themselves, and I was sent to dreamland.
I woke up a bit later due to some other babies crying. All babies shared a sleeping room next to the sky-open cave. As such, we were doing everything at the same time since one baby being awake meant all of them became so. After another enjoyable meal, I took the opportunity of playtime to finally try magic.
It took me a few days to understand how this mysterious power worked. I made many attempts, almost all of them being failures, but still had a few successes. Magic was indeed a power of the mind, as Libes said. It was using magical energy inside the body to create unnatural events.
The results of my trials and errors were the following. I was able to manipulate the earth, but also plants. I wasn’t sure if the second one was part of the first or if plant magic was a distinct category entirely. Of course, when I said manipulation, it was only extremely minor. By exhausting all my magical energy, I was barely able to create a very slight depression in the ground. As for plants, injecting energy into a seed I found in the playground allowed it to germinate a bit better, fast enough that I could notice it was unnatural.
Fire, water, wind, and so on? Nothing. I wasn’t disappointed, though. On the contrary, I was amazed by what I had. That’s because I quickly understood the most critical parts of the process.
First, by focusing my will on trying to do something abnormal, I detected the flow of magical energy inside my body. And the best thing was that I could manipulate it a little. I could direct it to a specific part of my body, or to my hands, to release it to the outside.
Then, and maybe even more importantly, my magic capacity, which was clearly negligible, wasn’t fixed. This was the best part. At first, doing anything emptied me immediately. But after a few days, I was able to try two times, and then three times, and so on. As long as I continued to train, I could augment my capacity accordingly!
I quickly “questioned” Libes about it, and she “confirmed” it was true. However, what she said was a bit different from my experience. She mentioned that the capacity grew with age, but never said anything about training. I wasn’t sure if that was the case for me, too, and so I tried for myself. I didn’t do any magic for a few days and noticed she was right. My capacity indeed increased, but only by a very slight amount, far from what I experienced when I actively used it.
From that point, magic became part of my daily schedule, in between pooping myself, ogling women’s bare tits, and playing with my mother’s nipples. I was an extremely busy baby.
Time passed quickly after that. We babies were in a separate part of the cave system used by the clan, but that wasn’t to say we were completely isolated. Other clan members were allowed to visit us if they wished to do so.
That was how I learned I had an older sister, a quiet girl named Ursi, who was seven years older than I. She sometimes visited us due to missing my mother. My mother loved us equally, providing ample affection to my older sister too, hence why she liked coming to see us. While being hugged and sharing news, my sister always stared at me, and I responded to her attention with expert baby grins, a skill I had long since mastered since being a baby was my current job.