Dunno, got distracted

The trip home is uneventful… although I do stop at the children's hospital again, which has apparently already filled up. Thanks to being able to grant myself talents from Spheres, I can actually cure diseases myself now, along with ability damage and drain: I can fix everyone up myself, now… including using my two Mythic Limited Wish spells for Raise Dead, and the actual Resurrection spell for the same. I soon find that the previously deceased children were not high enough level to soak up the permanent negative levels, and am able to clear out the ability drain via Spheres now… so I

[do.

As](http://do.As) I'm leaving the hospital, I get a call from the detective, so I pick up, “Hi Detective Richards; what can I do for you?”

“That's a big side effect,” he sounds odd… like, super relaxed.

Acting surprised is easy, because his tone is nowhere near what I expected, “what side effect?”

“My new kitty,” he sounds like he's… floating? “And the slight jiggle in my chest. Both are SO sensitive.”

I was never planning on it being permanent, so… joke done, “Oh. Umm… I think I can fix that? Where are you?”

“I'm at home… in bed…” he sighs contentedly, “...and don't bother.”

I hear a background voice, a woman's, “Oh, honey, if you can still talk, we're not done yet.”

The detective continues, “...I just wanted to call and say thanks… found out something about my wife… apparently she has a few kinks… including liking women… hmm… I feel SO good…”

The background voice comes back, “Great, you've said thanks. Now either hang up or invite them over to join in - either way, I'm going to put that mouth of yours to better use shortly.”

“What do you say? Want to come over?” I can hear him licking his lips, “We have rubbers I'm not going to wear anymore.”

“I have a related side effect,” I begin, “I can't wear them either.”

“Oh, another kitty is fine… I'll text you the address…” he trails off, and my phone buzzes. “See you soon…”

The line disconnects. Hmm. I never actually said yes, but… I am really curious. I go ahead and land, set my phone down, and go through the hoops of getting directions from Moogle, then pick it up and start flying (actually flying, rather than teleporting repeatedly, due to not wanting to give my phone an electronic aneurism when it keeps recalculating my position over and over). It's not so large a town, however, that the twenty four miles an hour of ‘running’ while flying with a base move of sixty takes very long to get there.

The five minutes still feels like forever, however.

I land in the tall fenced yard, cloak myself in an illusion of me… the current me, plus clothes, I really need to go shopping… what would fit, though?... and ring the doorbell. The detective answers, apparently sufficiently out of it that he doesn't bother with a robe, and obviously quite warm given the sheen of sweat, so I see my handiwork in all his glory: The detective's head is visibly unchanged (although he's not going to need a shave until I dismiss the effect): He still looks like a 30-something adult, still has professional, short black hair (although it's currently messy), slightly tanned skin, and brown eyes. His overall outline is the same: That of a healthy, muscular man with broad shoulders. However… he no longer has any body hair, just the hair on his head. Also, the correct medical term is now ‘she’. Two little barely-there mammary glands are topped by inch long milk taps, standing tall and proud in the evening light. Between her legs rests a baby factory, wide open, flushed, and drooling down her thighs.

“Do I know you?” He greets me.

“Yes, I'm Dan,” I confirm, “This is as close to the real me now as you can get.”

“Ah, right…” he hums, looking me over idly, “...then come in.” He steps away from the door, and chuckles, “Heh, ‘come in’...”

I enter, idly asking, “You mentioned a daughter?”

“Yeah… my beautiful bride sent her over to spend the night at a friend's house when I found the little side effect and panicked.” He grins goofily, “While I’m all done panicking now, I still don't exactly feel like picking her up yet.” He laughs.

“And just to be crystal clear on the whole ‘consent’ thing…” I begin.

“Let's start by stripping you down so we can suck on that extra-large double rack, then scissor while I eat out my wife after we've had our fill,” the detective licks his lips as he motions for me to follow and starts up his stairwell, not actually walking on the stairs themselves, flying slightly above them..

I don't much care for the view from behind - he's still a muscular guy from the back - but the view from a little below, seeing his lower lips open and drooling? I can work with that. I take off my shoes and socks and follow, “Works for me…” I swap out my illusion for one matching my actual state… nude, at this point, I should probably figure out a way to cover myself properly, but… invisible, so… it hasn’t mattered.

He leads me up the stairs and to what I presume is the master bedroom, where his wife is waiting… wearing naught but a harness with a footlong synthetic meat stick, very well crafted - even the veins are correctly colored. Looking up from what I find I’m hoping will go inside me later… not something I would have thought I’d find an attractive idea a few days ago… I see an asian woman with two modest handfuls on her chest, framed by straight black hair she’s let down. There’s a distinct sheen of sweat on her, as well.

She pauses at the sight of me, “Wow. Okay. That's…” she takes a breath, “So you're the one that changed my husband?”

“Yeah…” I chuckle, “He wanted power, so I gave HER some… with a little joke as a reminder that I'm not a genie here to grant his wishes.”

“Ah…” she pauses, “He wanted something, and you gave it to her with a twist, isn't that exactly….”

“Yeah, I knew it was stupid the minute I said it,” I admit. “Still, just a joke, I can reverse it trivially.”

“Oh, please don't,” I hear in stereo, followed by the Asian woman continuing, “in point of fact, we've been discussing having another child, and I was wondering if I could be the father this time.”

I think about it for a minute, and look at “Mr.” Richards, “I've no objection to setting that up, provided you're both on board… and are willing to do something for me.”

The man overloaded with recent pleasure smiles at me, “I was always kind of jealous of the intimacy she had with our daughter during feedings… And I have wanted another child… let's do this!”

“What is it you want?” The wife is a touch more canny.

I shrug, “Nothing much… my tanks drained, occasional help with my legal woes, seeing as how I don't match my ID anymore.”

“You have a child?” She raises an eyebrow.

“No, just milk. Lots of it. It's a side effect of my power…” well, a misunderstanding and my own fetishes, “...and while I do have pumps, it's more fun to get help.”

“I'm good with that,” the woman smiles, “So, size…”

“I'm guessing you want to match the one you're wearing?” I smile.

“Bigger. I've always been something of a size queen….” she licks her lips, “How big can you go?”

Oh, I could repurpose the Additional Limbs option and give you something big enough to kill people by slapping them with it, but, “Too big and nobody will fit,” I point out, “but I think I can do something you'll like. Here…” I reach over and touch her, blatantly groping her chest, and using the Alteration sphere, giving her the same set I gave her husband, but swap the Burrow speed for a ‘prehensile tail’ that's in the front and carrying seed. I also tweak her figure a bit… I have my own tastes, after all. Just for giggles, I apply the other buffs as well. It's free, and gives me an excuse to keep fondling that milk maker.

I take a moment to examine my handiwork: The woman is still recognizablely herself: Same face, same height, same skin, and the same hair. But I pinched her waistline down, and expanded her hips, trunk, and baby feeders. I leave her with her working baby bakery, plus, of course….

The woman waves her new phallic limb, bringing it up to her eye level to get a close look at her new head, threading it through her bosom, “Oh, wow…” her eyes go wide as she slides it into her own mouth, rubbing it back and forth hands-free for a moment, “so weird, but it feels so good…” she looks at her husband, a wicked glint in her eyes, “are you ready for another baby?”

“Hey now,” I chuckle, “I need a milking.”

“Oh, right…” she turns her gaze to me, “Lay down, we'll take care of you.”

I follow instructions, laying down flat on the bed, and the married couple gets to work, sucking on my top pair with their mouths, rubbing and squeezing my lower pair with their hands… and my chest is sensitive, and I go off easily.

I realize it's me as I'm screaming out shuddering the first time this go round.

About the sixth time I'm screaming out to the world that I'm enjoying this, I feel something slide up my baby channel. “Rubber…” I manage to whisper while thrashing.

I don't think she hears me, though… she just keeps pumping her extra-long rod in and out, in and out, wiggling her new limb around my insides, making me scream… again, and again, and again.

When they're finally done, I sit up, feeling a bit floaty myself… and watch as a milky liquid slowly dribbles out from between my lower lips. That gives me chills… It doesn't cut through the afterglow, though: I'm feeling FINE.

But I still want more: My holes always want to be filled.

I lightly backhand the wife, carefully NOT using the claws on meatsuit, “I'm not the one who wants a baby,” I remind her.

“Oh… sorry,” she mumbles, barely awake, "it just felt SO good.” She looks down at her new gear, and brings her one eyed snake up to her face, “now how am I going to hide you?” She gives it a kiss.

Heh, Heh, Heh, “It's prehensile. You can just shove it inside yourself, which will make it well hidden and give you a flat front if you're wearing undergarments.” I hear dice in my head.

“Oh, of course,” she falls for it, sliding her unshod rod into herself, moaning as it goes in. A few seconds later she's bucking her hips, and in a few minutes, she screams out in ecstasy herself.

Should also act as a plug… “looks like you're going to enjoy getting ready to face the day now.”

Again covered in sweat, she breathes out, “Oh yeah… being on both sides feels exquisite.” She sits up, and moans lightly, “...and every little movement is a pleasant reminder.” She hums as she gets up and heads to the shower.

Smiling a little myself, I look at the bed: It's soaked in milk, sweat, and other fluids. “I'm afraid we ruined your bed.”

“Worth it,” the detective breathes out. He pauses, “I should join my wife in the shower. Umm…” he looks at me, “...you don't need to clean up?”

“Nope, magic.” I sigh, “And as much fun as it may be to join you two in the shower, I have things to do.” I hear dice in my head from the deliberately withheld reason, and continue, “I'll see myself out; you two lovebirds have fun.”

He nods, I fetch my shoes, and leave… heading STRAIGHT to a **** store for the day after pill, which I take and then buy.

And I still don't know if it will work….