He decides to feed the baby

Before Ethan could answer, he was interrupted by the sounds of Mrs.Jackson’s baby crying from upstairs. Mrs.Jackson’s face grew weary, as she immediately started going up to check on her baby. “Oh no, I thought she’s be asleep!” She said, rushing up the stairs.

A strange feeling came over Ethan as he awkwardly stood there watching his neighbor go up. He suddenly felt more aware of the two boobs on his chest. He felt the nipples grow painfully erect, slowly creating two distinct points on his shirt. As the baby’s cries continued, he found himself slowly making his way up the stairs. With each step, his chest bounced lightly, rubbing his now very sensitive nipples against his shirt. And yet Ethan found that he didn’t care all that much. Something more important needed to be done.

He suddenly caught himself, right before he reached the last step. What the hell was he thinking?! He wasn’t really going to feed Mrs.Jackson’s baby, right? He had just come here to confirm his theory that they had somehow swapped chests! And yet, he felt the baby calling to him, calling for the milk that sloshed around inside his chest.

“What the fuck is this feeling?” He said, unsure why he felt this strange compulsion. Had he somehow gotten some of Mrs.Jackson’s maternal instincts with the swap? He decided he wasn’t going to find out.

“Time to put a stop to this weirdness.” He proclaimed, before trying to pull off the ring. As he tried to yank it off, he saw his vision go white, before losing all sensation in his body.