Kyle heard her and decides to make up with Bianca

Kyle woke up to the sound of soft feminine moans. Half-awake he thought it was Thomas and Pamela at it again but as soon as the thought shook him rudely he realised it didn’t sound right.

He crept to his bedroom door and opened it a crack, listening closely to the breathless panting before he recognised the sound was coming from the bathroom. He waited as the minutes past and the echoing sexual mewls continued, raising and falling in volume though they always stayed faint, like she was trying to be discrete.

When the noises stopped Kyle froze, pulling himself back from the door just in time as he heard the sound of the bathroom door unlocking and the soft footsteps of one of the girls heading down the hall towards the stairs. He caught a flash Pamela in the crack of the doorway, her exposed body glistening and she seemed to be carrying a bottle of milk…

Milk!

He smiled and dropped himself to sit back on his bed happily, the wave of relief he felt was huge, he’d fixed something and put the world back to how it was meant to be. Even if it was just fixing where milk came from, it was a good start on the right track!

He was also pleased to hear that Pamela had clearly been enjoying herself too. Bianca had said that being milked had been uncomfortable so by making it pleasurable for them instead he felt satisfied he’d fixed the real issue.

Now too interested in the way things had changed to go back to sleep he moved to his desk and booted up his computer; calling up a new browser he googled ‘Dairy Cows’ and sighed with self-satisfaction when he saw the words:

No results found for Dairy Cows, did you mean Dairy Girls?

Kyle clicked on the link and started reading the articles with interest, discovering that apparently there was still some kind of Dairy industry in existence, only it was now a more industrialised commercial affair where some highly-productive women would be milked and have it sold as ‘premium milk’, he figured it was like the ‘luxury’ bottled water industry he could remember in what he knew were his false memories.

He was glad to discover, after a lot more searching, an obscure website that promoted and sold bovine milk like it was a kind of ‘organic’ experience. The discovery made him feel even better, he didn’t know whether his change had made things exactly like they were supposed to be before, but he reasoned this seemed to match Bianca’s description and it was better to be close enough than to have the whole world’s population continuing to drink cow’s milk… Just the thought of it now that he knew the truth made him feel a little queasy…

He spent the next few hours just browsing the internet, all of the things he’d read yesterday about the dairy industry Bianca had created were now wrong, and he wanted to make sure he could learn enough to cope with his memories now being wrong.

When he heard movement from the hall he peeked out the crack in his door and spotted just the curve of a bared breast and nipple that he recognised as Bianca. Kyle decided now was the best time to talk to her again, without Thomas or Pamela around, he wanted to apologise to her for his line of questioning the night before and test the waters with how his latest change had affected her…

Gingerly he opened the door a little, startling her as she was in the middle of untwisting a part of the black thong she was wearing. Kyle glanced at her sex-mark, Nick’s name clearly written on her ass cheek.

“Um… Good Morning…” he said quietly, not wanting to wake the others.

Bianca looked back at him and then down at the floor, obviously uncomfortable after what had happened the night before. “Hi Kyle…”

Before she could go any further he stopped her, “Listen, I was out of line last night and I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have accused you of making the changes I thought you did. Accusing you of being responsible for why we need permission to cum in girl’s pussies was really uncalled for and in hindsight I know it made me sound a little nuts…”

Bianca’s shoulders heaved as took a deep breath, tits bouncing and eyes watching him carefully. The topless girl bit her tongue guiltily and nodded, her lie had obviously convinced him and she didn’t want to do anything to ruin it.

“It wasn’t fair of me to blame you without evidence and I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable” Kyle continued.

She smiled, trying to act normal, “I understand, and it’s alright Kyle… no need to apologise. Like I said, I made pussies and cum taste like fruit and just made it so we could milk ourselves. That’s all…”

Kyle frowned but tried to hide his confusion, Bianca thought she’d changed what? He stayed silent, trying to work out what she’d just said meant. Bianca thought the world used to be even more different… he guessed that was just how his fix had affected things…

The half-naked girl mistook Kyle’s expression as doubt in her lie and decided it was probably better to just change the subject; she definitely didn’t want to discuss the change she’d claimed to have made all over again. Telling him girls used to need guys to milk them was crazy, but it was better than admitting what she’d done to limit men, even if she felt justified in taking control of her sexuality as a woman, she didn’t want the guys to find out their difficulty was down to her.

“You’re a good guy Kyle, thank you for apologising. Some guys wouldn’t be so gracious…” She made a point of nodding her head towards Thomas’ door.

Kyle smiled in agreement and then jumped in surprise when Bianca leant forward and gave him a hug, her bare breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples rubbing against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. “Thanks B…” He said, wrapping his arms around her naked back and embracing her.

After a moment Kyle felt something wet on his chest and when she ended the hug he looked down in surprise to see two wet patches on his t-shirt, exactly where Bianca’s nipples had been. The naked girl blushed and tried rubbing at his shirt quickly, “Sorry… sorry… I’ve not milked myself yet…” she explained quickly, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Kyle half expected her to offer to let him suck her tits but she just smiled shyly and headed for the bathroom. He watched her walk away, admiring the sight of her ass in the black thong as it swayed back and forth with every step, Nick’s name written out on her right ass cheek in beautiful cursive.

He guessed writing that milking was a sexual thing meant she was **** to let him do it, out of loyalty to Nick. But Kyle was ok with that; at least he’d made things closer to how they were meant to be again.

The stairs to the attic seemed to beckon him for a moment as Kyle considered the fact that he'd made his last change before midnight last night and that meant he could try and fix something else…