Everlasting Dream

Chapter 9: I opened my eyes

[ Alex, Aster ]

As Alex first journeyed through the vast emptiness of space, his old body slowly vanished, like a shadow fading into the night. All that remained was a tiny, barely glowing energy—his soul, a faint echo of his former self. Words couldn't capture the emotions and feelings that overwhelmed him. As strange as it sounds, he felt like he could see sounds and hear light.

The stars and galaxies became his companions, drifting through space like he did, their movements revealing secrets only he could understand. He sensed the universe's energy and rhythm, a dance performed only for his tiny soul to see.

Every moment blended into the next, an endless river of time and space, like a millennia passed in the blink of an eye. He felt caught in the gentle flow of eternity, losing track of who he was or where he was going as if someone had ripped away those bleak attachments he had on Earth: the love he felt for his grandfather, his favorite books, his drawings, music... but also the pain, loneliness, and lack of will to live. All those became distant and irrelevant, like they were nothing more than a dream—a bad dream with tiny, nearly unnoticeable moments of happiness.

Then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The most important memories rushed back as if someone had realized he wouldn't be the same without them. But Alex felt they weren't complete. They lacked feelings and sensations, especially emotional ones, and even some knowledge. He felt an invisible touch on his mind and even a loving intention behind it as if it had been made deliberately to help him...

To make him stand out less? To not look out of place? To be less... adult?

It was difficult to grasp what he had lost when memories slipped away, leaving no trace behind. For a fleeting moment, this feeling scared him like nothing had ever done before. Yet, a gentle touch soon provided the comfort he couldn't muster on his own, urging him to let those go so as not to ruin the new experiences, feelings, and attachments he was about to have. And the moment he did... the very memory of this moment, the knowledge that he forgot something, faded away as well.

Suddenly, before he could understand what had just happened and why he felt so empty, his reaction was a tangled mess of confusion, dizziness, and disarray, like waking from a dream; the world around him shifted, forming a new reality. Then, he found himself thrown into a new body.

The sensation of being thrust into a new form was beyond anything Alex could have imagined. It was like being a prisoner, trapped in a cage made of flesh and bone, with no escape. His tiny lungs had no air; he tried to breathe, but no air came, and his chest didn't move, like he was underwater, choking to death. Every fiber of his being seemed to be on fire.

After a few terrifying moments, Alex felt a strange pressure in his small chest, as if someone tried to fix what was wrong, to save him. Then, suddenly, the pressure released, and his chest expanded, filling with cool air. His entire body trembled with the effort of taking his first breath.

The sensation was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but let out a scream of pain and terror, his tiny hands and feet flailing wildly. All he wanted was to escape from this nightmare, to not be inside this strange, fragile body. Everything was too much, too overwhelming, and he felt utterly powerless to stop it. His journey through the cosmos had brought him to this new, pathetic existence. He wanted to wake up, but this felt all too real.

Then, amidst all the chaos and confusion, he heard a sound, at first distant and muffled but gradually growing clearer. It was a woman's voice, gentle and soothing. Alex desperately struggled to focus on it, his mind still spinning from the abrupt change.@@@@

The woman's voice began to speak in a low, melodic tone, and Alex relaxed as he listened. Something about it was soothing, her words wrapping around him like a warm blanket, even though he couldn't understand them. The more he focused on her voice, the more his breathing slowed, and his body felt lighter. The panic that had gripped him seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of calm and safety.

After a quiet pause, she fixed her gaze on him again, uttering unfamiliar words, "Vek, Aster?"

His mother repeated the word "Aster" a few times, making it clear it was his name now. It was close enough to his old name... hell, it was even better than his old name. He liked it a lot. 'Aster,' he repeated mentally, trying to memorize it. Considering how much his brain struggled, he wanted to make sure he would remember it.

When his mother came into view and called him by his new name, Aster gripped her gigantic finger with his tiny hand. It was the only way he could respond, and he could see the joy it brought to her, making her smile even brighter. Then, he glanced at his sister and took hers, a smaller finger but still enormous compared to his, into his other hand. He saw in her golden eyes how much it meant to her, and he was just happy to make those tears disappear.

His eyes closed once again, almost on their own, and Aster drifted into a peaceful slumber. The girls continued talking about something, but little Aster was too tired to pay attention. Their soft, hushed voices were a source of warmth and comfort for him. Their presence alone was enough to make him feel safe and secure.

Then, again, he was moved away. This time, from his sister back into his mother's arms, she was now in new clothing. The boy couldn't help but whimper; he had just started to get comfortable here! 'Noooooo,' Aster cried out, but his tiny voice was just an indistinguishable squeak. When he felt his mother's soft hands, he immediately went quiet, looking up at her face with big golden eyes. She looked much better now: clean and refreshed, her hair combed.

"Silvie, crogna ereva lezae, qethel?" the mother said to the little girl before smiling down at Aster, her expression warm and loving. She stroked his head with her enormous fingers, her touch gentle and reassuring. Another conversation between his mother and sister started and ended without him understanding anything. And then, something... unexpected happened.

She lifted her shirt and showed the most fantastic pair of breasts. They were perfect. Perfect. Everything. Down to the last-minute details. His baby instincts kicked in like crazy; all he could think of was milk as if he was some drug addict. They were soft and round, with two pink nipples adorning the tips, begging to be touched, kissed, and suckled. The mere sight of them was enough to make his mouth water.

The way they jiggled from the slightest movement... and jumped whenever she breathed... puffy, pink nipples just begging for her son's caress. The smell of her body made his tiny arms move towards them. At that moment, all he wanted was to reach out and touch them, to feel the soft, supple flesh beneath his fingertips. The baby part of his body took control, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Alex stared at them. They were absolutely gorgeous, so firm and full, a perfect pair. They were a sight to behold, and he couldn't tear his gaze away. But when she squeezed one of her breasts, a stream of milk flowed from the nipple, making a long trickle of saliva flow from Aster's mouth. They continued to talk about something, but little Aster was too distracted to listen.

Aster's gaze was fixed on her breasts, watching them dangle just in front of his face. 'Is this... heavens? Feels... like it...' he wondered, his thoughts tangled even more than before. The way milk flowed from her nipple, pooling in her palm and dripping off... He needed a taste, and he needed it now.

Then, after an eternity of waiting, the tit came closer to his face. His mother placed her nipple on his soft lips, and without a second thought, his instinct kicked in. Like a vacuum cleaner, his mouth engulfed the nipple, latching on with impressive strength for an infant. His tiny tongue began to flick and swirl, and the sweet, creamy liquid flowed freely from her breast, feeling his tummy with its warmth.

It tasted heavenly, and Aster couldn't get enough of it. His hunger and thirst, which he didn't even know about, disappeared. The world around him faded into the background, and all he could focus on was the taste, the sensation, and the warmth. At that moment, he only wanted to be a tiny baby and suckle on his mother's perfect fit. Nothing else mattered anymore. A part of his brain thought it was wrong, but another part just... didn't care. All he knew was that her milk tasted delicious and made him feel amazing, and it was more than enough for his simple, baby mind.

But then... Something happened, something that can only be described as betrayal.