Misses Goodheart Gets Home

As we finish lunch, and I collect the trash, taking it to the trash bin, the sound of the front door nets our attention. Just a heartbeat later, we hear a feminine voice call out, the voice of Amy's mother, “Amy, Dean, I'm home with the groceries!”

“Oh!” she chimes as she reaches the kitchen, carrying two bags, and seeing us, “Amy, you didn't tell me you were having guests over for a lunch party!” She sets down the bags of groceries, looking around, clearly not recognising two of them.

“Hey, Mom! It was totally unplanned, actually,” Amy replies, “Nico decided he wanted to try out a phallic milk diet, and I don't produce enough by myself to feed him. He went to Dean, too, but even between us, we just don't produce enough.”

“Oh!” Amy's mother replies, her cheeks turning a little pink, “Oh, well, all right. So you called a few of your friends over?” Amy nods a little, motioning toward Gabrielle.

“Sort of. I called Gabrielle and clued her in on the situation, she called two of her friends,” Amy explains, “This is Monica, and this is Kasey. They're cool. Between the five of us, including Dean, we were able to give Nico a full and proper lunch.”

“Well, then. Good. You fed him before you had your own lunches?” Amy's mother asks, processing the information, and Amy nods, “Good. Then I am proud of you for taking care of your friend's nutritional needs before thinking of your own.”

Amy's mother looks at me, tilting her head thoughtfully, “How was your lunch, Nico? I've seen some news reports about it, but I've never known anyone who decided to actually switch their diet to ... er, well, that, or even include it in theirs.”

“It's really good, Misses Goodheart,” I reply truthfully, “It's very sweet. It has a lot of mogrosides, which means it's even safe for folks with Diabetes. The active sweetener they're producing isn't glucose based, so no impact on blood glucose.”

“Oh, my! You know a lot about it, don't you?” she asks, “I wasn't aware they'd discovered what made it ... is it really that sweet?” Her mother's curiosity makes Amy's cheeks turn pink, now, but I nod in response, opting to be entirely honest.

“It is! Dad subscribes to a science journal, so he reads it, then he lets me read it,” I answer, “There was an article a few months ago, sometime last year I think, about it. It has the same active sweetener that's found naturally in monk fruit.”

“Huh, isn't that interesting?” Amy's mother hums, “Well, something to think about, I suppose. Thank you for letting me know, Nico.” She doesn't ask me about breakfast, because she doesn't get the chance, as Dean comes into the kitchen.

“I'll help with the groceries, Mom,” Dean says, and as soon as her mother turns toward him, Amy gives him two thumbs up in appreciation. The girls offer to help, too, since they're imposing on her hospitality by us all being here, unexpected.

I take the opportunity to help put everything away. I've been over often enough to know where everything's supposed to go, so I decide to make myself useful. Once everything's away, Kasey and Monica both put their numbers into my phone.

“Seriously,” Monica says, smiling at me warmly, “Call. Me. Anytime. I will feed you everything I've got if you want me to.” Kasey nods emphatically, before all three of them give me a hug and then head out the front door. Amy just smiles at me.

“Seems you won't have trouble fulfilling your new dietary needs,” Amy snickers, “I'm glad we managed to give you a good lunch. Breakfast was probably bigger, but that's okay as breakfast should be bigger. Those two will produce more in time.”

“Yea,” I nod, smiling. I can feel the mass in my stomach, even if it is far less than I had for breakfast. Same amount of cock, but not the same amount of milk. Still, the more often I tend to Kasey and Monica, the faster their production will swell.

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