Jeff was a creature of habit. He always jogged at lunchtime along the same path around the park. Each day, he'd pass the same woman, a fat lady openly breastfeeding her baby boy.

His irritation with the site grew each time he jogged by. He understood that breastfeeding was a natural act, and certainly nothing to be ashamed of, but why couldn't the woman be a bit more discrete? She never made the slightest attempt at covering herself up; indeed, she often looked up and smiled at him, her breast and hungry baby fully exposed as Jeff jogged by. It was if she was intentionally attempting to get some reaction from him.

One day he just couldn't take it any more. "Damn, lady, can't you do that at home?" he asked without breaking stride.

Suddenly Jeff hit something head on. Had he stupidly strayed from the path and hit a tree? Perhaps he'd run right into an oncoming biker. As he hit the hard ground, just before he lost consciousness, he cursed himself for his carelessness, and the fat woman for distracting him.

He slowly woke up to the sounds of sirens and loud voices. He tried to move, but his muscles wouldn't respond; he couldn't seem to even open his eyes all of the way.

"Lady, did you see it happen?" he heard a male voice ask.

"He was jogging by, and just fell over. Is he ok?" She responded. Her voice was very near; he could feel her breath on his face. She must be standing right over him.

"Afraid not. His number must have been up; they've called the coroner."

Jeff struggled to open his eyes a bit wider. A man in a uniform was staring down at him, smiling. "That's a beautiful baby you have there," he said.

"Thank you officer. Actually, he was right in the middle of lunch when all of the excitement started." Jeff sensed movement, then felt warm moist flesh cover the entire side of his face. "This doesn't bother you does it?"

"Nah, of course not. The most natural thing in the world," the cop replied, bidding a hasty retreat.

Jeff tried to call out, but a tough, leathery plug of some sort was suddenly forced into his mouth. Inexplicably, Jeff felt himself sucking on the plug, pulling greedily on what he gradually realized was a mammoth nipple. As the warm sweet milk trickled down his throat, filling his stomach, Jeff forgot about his other life, and appreciated the utter perfection, simplicity, and efficiency of nature.


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