Visit your next door neighbor, Amy

You need someone to talk to. But who? You mentally go through your phone book, trying to think of who you can call. Mom and Dad? No, they would probably blow you off, if they even answered your call. Your sister? She was on that road trip, if you remember correctly. Who can you call? Suddenly it comes to you. In hindsight it should have been obvious.

Amy moved into the unit next to yours during your junior year. You knew her before then, having met her during an organic chemistry lab course during your sophomore year. You were actually the one that recommended the place to her when she told you about how she was looking to move out of her parents' home.

Truth be told, you've actually valued Amy as far more than a friend for a while now and have made your fair share of romantic advances towards her, but you were always met with the classic "Let's stay friends, yeah?" every time. Your strong bond stayed intact, and things never got awkward between you two, even with your repeated attempts to find your way into her heart. You always appreciated how she made an effort to show that she cared about you as a friend too much to let something like a confession throw her off.

Luckily, since Charles' apparent wizardry has you fully clothed, there's no need to throw anything on. Leaving your apartment, you take a moment to appreciate the scenic view from the 6th floor walkway of your complex, looking over the small suburbia you live in with the more active downtown just a bit off in the horizon.

You walk to Amy's unit, immediately next door to yours. You're actually not sure if she's even home right now, and there's no way to tell due to her closed blinds. You knock on the door and wait a moment, hearing nothing at first. Eventually, the shuffle of footsteps beyond the door confirms her presence.

As the door opens, you're met with the beautiful smiling face of the girl of your dreams. Even without make-up, Amy’s radiance stuns you. Her natural red hair flows to her shoulders as she looks at you with almost magical sky blue eyes. Looking her up and down, you see that her body has definitely changed since you last saw her. Her breasts have jumped from C-cups to D-cups and her once flat belly is now swollen with an unborn child. You wonder briefly whose it is, then realize that it could be anyone’s. Even yours. You didn’t think that your dick could get any harder, but it does.

“Hello? John?” says Amy, waving a hand in front of your face. You realize that you’ve been staring, mesmerized by the alluring sight.

“Sorry, I’m just a bit out of it,” you say. “I woke up from a... crazy dream and I thought that speaking with you would help me sort things out.”

“Aw, that’s sweet. You know you're always welcome at my apartment. Do you mind if we walk and talk, though? I need to go downstairs.”

“Sure. Where are we going?” you ask, following her into the elevator.

“Just the milking room,” Amy says casually as she presses the button.

“Milking room?” you parrot, nonplussed.

“Yeah, the milking room. You know, the room where women go to pump their breast milk?” Amy says, explaining like she’s saying something obvious. “It’s on the first floor. You have to pass it to get to the elevator.”

The elevator pings as it reaches the first floor and you follow Amy out and to a door marked 'Milking Room'. You're sure that there used to be some old person living here; a retired singer or something. Now, however, the room has changed completely. The room is filled with large reclining chairs, almost like hospital beds, each with a pair of teat cups hanging under the armrests. You recognize them from a dairy industry documentary you saw once. They look almost exactly the same, except sized for human breasts. Right now the room is empty.

“Thank god, Mrs. Terwilliger isn’t here,” Amy says, walking over to one of the milking stations. “She always wants to talk about her cats. It’s so boring!”

You watch in amazement as Amy pulls her shirt off and undoes her bra, hanging them both on a nearby hook. Her D-cups sway tantalizingly as she sits down and inserts her nipples into the teat cups. Flipping a switch, Amy sighs contentedly as the machine starts to hum, sucking on her nipples until you can see fluid filling each cup.

“So, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

You are momentarily at a loss for words. What should you talk about?