Widdle Wuna

>Much to Lori's horror, "Widdle Wuna" was accepted into the family with open, albeit mildly disgusted, arms.
>She desperately tried to explain the situation to the rest of the family and get them to see reason, but they would only ever roll their eyes or laugh as if she were crazy.
>None of them seemed to recognize the names "Lincoln" or "Lily" when she brought them up. To them, it was as if they had never existed.
>"Besides," Lynn had said to her one day while playing handball against the side of the house. "How would Luna be able to eat a whole body in just one night? I think you're letting all this stress get to ya, sis."
>It was only with Lisa whom Lori could confide, since she remained the only other person who knew the truth. The two of them would often spend time in Lisa's room, where the younger girl would tirelessly research on what she tentatively called "Widdle Baby Syndrome."
>"They literally won't believe a word I tell them, Lisa," Lori said with her face buried in her hands. "You should try talking to them. You're so smart, there's no way they'd think you're making things up."
>"Negative," Lisa replied as she scribbled down a series of incomprehensible notes on her chalkboard. "Until I'm able to find a sound explanation for the cause of both Lincoln and Luna's behavior, my pleas for reason would go over just as well as yours."
>"Why don't you just show them Lily's arm?" Lori asked. "That's literal physical proof of her existence!"
>Lisa shook her head and sighed. "Lori, even if that worked, Luna's only been exhibiting this behavior for less than a day now. I still require much more research on her if I want to test any potential hypotheses."
>"So what are you saying?" Lori asked, anger beginning to rise in her voice. "I'm supposed to just pretend like everything's normal until you're finished with your damn experiments?"
>Lisa shrugged and offered a small smile. "If you could procure me some fecal samples from Luna, it might expedite my studies."
>And so, Lori treated Luna with the same kind of begrudging patience she previously bestowed onto Lincoln. Every passing day produced more and more rage and bile within her every time she found herself changing Luna's diaper, giving her a bath, or struggling to get her to eat her baby food during meals.
>One day, during a rare moment of free time, Lori was in a state of semi-consciousness on the couch. Too tired to even use her phone, she was simply savoring the opportunity to enjoy some well-deserved relaxation.
>The atmosphere of bliss was shattered instantly by the sound of Luna's plush diaper crinkling as she crawled towards the couch. Lori didn't even bother trying to hide her groans of dismay as Luna clambered upon the couch and immediately began tugging on Lori's tank top.
>"Baby tursty, Lowi!" Luna whined. The way her raspy voice struggled to speak in baby talk grated on Lori's ears. "Baby wants miwkies!"
>"Fuck off, Luna," Lori grumbled incoherently. "Please, I'm too tired. Go ask someone else."
>Luna made several grunts of disapproval as her fumbling hands pulled up the tank top and unhooked Lori's bra with little resistance. "No! Baby wants Lowi's miwkies NOW!"
>Lori swung her arm lethargically and ineffectively as Luna grabbed hold of Lori's breast and fastened her mouth onto the nipple.
>Lori made a low, distressed moan as she stared blankly at Luna sucking feverishly and roughly on her nipple. She winced as Luna's teeth began painfully grazing and gnawing at her sensitive skin in an attempt to spur on the flow of milk.
>Not once had Lori been forced to breastfeed Lincoln back when he was alive, so it came as a surprising, unfamiliar feeling when the first dribbles of liquid finally came forth from her pricked, sore nipple.
>Luna elicited a muffled, excited moan as she happily lapped up the warm, slightly acidic milk. Lori, however, continued to stare at her sister with deadened, vacant eyes, all emotion having been drained from her being.
>The sound of Luna's messy, greedy suckling echoed within her mind as feelings of anger and distress continued to linger out of reach for her feeble grasp.
>In Luna's excitement, she bit down on Lori's nipple, her teeth nearly puncturing the skin. A jolt of pain coursed through Lori's body and the resulting adrenaline rush shocked her back into a state of full awareness. Her hollow gaze tempered into a potent glare brimming with disgust as Luna continued her business as if nothing had happened.
>Gritting her teeth, Lori smacked Luna's head with the side of her hand and took the opportunity to jump off the couch as soon as Luna's mouth left her breast.
>Luna immediately started wailing and stuck her arms out towards Lori. "Baby want more miwkies!"
>Lori's face screwed up into a repulsed scowl before she turned around and began speed-walking away from the bawling teen baby.
>She could only pray that Lisa finished with whatever she was doing soon.