Getting clued in on your own life

"I-- why do I feel like I want to call you 'string bean'? You've always been-- hmm." She caresses your swollen bicep, looking thoughtful. "That must be it. Were you... skinnier?"

"Much skinnier," you admit, blushing a little.

"Oh, that's hard to imagine! After all, it's not like you're hard-up for nutrients with a mom like-- oh but wait, she also changed..." Ava frowns. "This is hard to keep track of."

"Wait, what was that about my mom?"

"You grew up drinking a lot of protein, no wonder you're so ripped." She rests her hand on your pecs. "Although I guess you... don't remember that?"

As she says these words, you realize that you do.

For as long as you can remember, your mother has been exceedingly milky, and as her son you've been drinking her milk ever since you were born. First, of course, straight from the tap (as it were), but then as you got older, your meals were always accompanied by huge glasses of creamy, rich milk, from the gallons and gallons of the stuff your mom produced every day.

And, in the same way, you've always been... big. Before this most recent change, you remembered being merely tall, but now you recall being wide, too; muscular practically since you were old enough to stand on your own two feet. By the time you entered high school, you were built like a football player, even though you didn't do much in the way of weight-lifting. Clearly, the gallon or so of milk you still drank down every single day had something to do with your exceptional fitness...

"Oh wow," you mutter, as understanding washes over you. Your body feels... right, suddenly, no longer weirdly oversized and hard to maneuver, but yours again, as if you had, indeed, spent the last eighteen years inside of it. Which you figure was the truth, but now you didn't feel like a stranger in your own skin.

"What? What happened?" Ava sits up and looks concerned.

"No, no, it's fine." You smile at her. "You know The Matrix?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, now I know kung fu, only it's, like, 'I know being ripped'. As soon as I started thinking about it, it stopped being weird, but I can still remember being skinny, too. It's like both things really happened."

"This really is magical, huh?"

"Either that or I've gone completely insane, and am just lying in an institution imagining it."

"Or the matrix."

"Or that, I guess."

Ava smiles. "Mm, but could a figment of your imagination do this?" She says, bending over and giving your still-half-erect cock a gentle lick.

"Careful, keep that up and you'll have me hard again in no time."

"Is that such a bad thing, Mr. No-One-Can-Resist-My-Cock?"

"I don't know, I do seem to recall you saying something about 'fucking atop a pile of writhing flesh'..."

Her eyes light up. "Fuck, you really are the stud of my dreams," she says, grinning. "There's still time left in the day, did you... have someone in mind?"