Dinner, but your plans are interrupted Alternate (Bad End)

You walk into the hall the notebook still in the room on the table, expecting to see Dani preparing food, but you find her pacing about nervously, ranting at Rachel about something.

As you get closer, you overhear her "-o idea how to deal with it, all the food will be spoiled by my milk, and I can't stand the thought of putting on a cooking bra for even a second, and even the pump is missing! You guys will be so disappointed in me!"

Rachel sighs and puts a hand on her shoulder, comforting her. "Don't worry, Vince can just cook us up some noodles, and we'll get D-Lact tomorrow. So calm down, okay? You're acting like some kid who just found out he's lactose intolerant! Just calm down Dani."

Rachel notices you and beckons you over.

"Vince, can you make some noodles for us?"

As you're about to respond, you feel a ripple passes through the world, barely feeling it changing something in you, just like before. You suddenly think about what you were going to say, and are confused. Why eat noodles when you can drink milk? You've are 4 babes, each with so much milk to drink! You salivate as you stare at Dani and Rachel's luscious tits. You suddenly feel another ripple pass through, and this time, after it subsides, you feel no change in yourself. The girls, though start hungrily staring at your face.

"Vince, do you mind helping me out a bit?" Rachel says suggestively, hefting and squeezing her breasts with her arms, while Dani is too busy staring at you. You find the idea agreeable, and start to lean forward, when suddenly, a bit of clarity hits you.

Wait, this isn't me. It's the Life book's doing! I gotta fix this before it gets outta hand!

"I'll be right back" you say to the girls, Tearing your eyes off their heaving breasts with difficulty and rush for the notebook inside your room.

As you burst in, banging the door, you see that Amber was startled by your sudden entrance, Her chest jiggling and dripping (that delicious, creamy white) milk onto the sheets (What a shame. I should drink it to keep it from being wasted - NO, control yourself Vince) as she jerks back. "Whoa, what's the rush, Vince? Whatever, forget it. You wanna drink some of my milk?"

"No, I'm fine. Why don't you go out and uhhh... order something to eat, huh?" you get out as you sit at your desk.

Amber pouts and leans in, making her (juicy, milk-spouting) tits bounce. "But I don't wanna eat food! I want to drink milk! Mmm, Vanessa's milk!"

This is really getting out of hand! God why did a idiot have to get the life book!!

"New rule: Drinking human breast milk is found to be insulting for those not in a relationship or those who need it, and children stop needing it past the age of 2 without exception. Breast milk is not addictive, and the act of feeding is only pleasurable if it is done by two people who are close to each other."

A ripple passes through you as you finish writing, and suddenly the need to maul Amber's boobs vanished.

Hmm, i think I'm getting better and better at detecting these ripples. Idea! The world has magic now, so I can find something to help find the other books!

Another ripple suddenly passes through you, altering something in your brain and chest even as you are leaning back to consider that thought.

Suddenly, you smell something that you swear was not in the air before. It's a musky smell, with a tinge of sweet and a lot of lust. You turn to look at the source, Amber. Or, more specifically, Amber's breasts. They were a bit larger than before, and the sight of them makes you want to just fondle them, hug them, kiss them, lick them, suckle them and otherwise worship them. The very thought of not being right there, fondling them makes you sad.

Another ripple passes and you are unable to process what it does, just tell that something is different. Then you suddenly feel the need to drink Amber's milk. It's not just an abnormal craving, but a need, a primal requirement for survive; you genuinely feel like you will die without having any.

You look hungrily at amber, who lustfully returns your look. Even as you watch, an alabaster drop forms on her nipple, rolling perilously down, before dropping to the bed. It's thoroughly soaked at this point - both by her milk and her girlcum.

You feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of so much milk going to waste, before a horrifying thought strikes you. There must be so many women out there who don't have enough people to help them deal with this problem! All that precious milk will go to waste! I must fix this!

You determinedly turn around, pick up the notebook, and write down under The World: "New Rule: Women are socially superior to males. The more milk they produce, the more superior they are considered to be. Males on the other hand determine superiority by their fertility, followed by genes and being connected to women that produce lots of milk"

Even as a ripple goes out from the book, you flip over to the 'My household' and write down: "New rule: The women of the Ivy household are basically considered nobility because they can store more milk than any other woman can with twice their cup sizes. and produce milk twice as fast as other women, and for a lower amount of food."

Another ripple goes out, but you pay it no mind as you leap for Amber's boobs, throwing the notebook over your shoulder.

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The world degenerates due to people being so obsessed with milk that they cannot think straight. Governments, businesses, stocks, everything crashed as people who do that for a living were otherwise occupied. Eventually people were unable to use technology properly.

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A certain being, somewhere frowns, and has a thought - which translates to "Destiny was broken. (I) should destroy timeline."

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A/N

Sorry for the extremely huge hiatus guys. I am honestly not sure if I will start regularly posting or not now. I will see...