His shirt is not just soaked from sweat.

After recovering from his orgasmic high, Adam noticed that his chest felt not just damp from sweat, but downright wet with ... something else. For the first time, he realized that his nipples were clearly visible through his shirt. Shaking, he moved to dab his fingers into whatever his shirt is soaked with.

'How are my nipples so stiff? Male nipples don't get stiff! What is going on?!' he thought frantically, unable to stop himself from touching them. Another jolt of pressure raced straight into his core, making his breath catch in his throat.

Despite just having cum, his libido rose, but he was able to control himself. The fluid now coating his finger was most definitely not sweat. It smelled a bit sweet, and when he stuck his finger in his mouth to taste it, he realized what it was. Milk. He had started lactating.

That doused the smoldering lust within him. 'What is happening? I'm a guy! This shouldn't be happening! This isn't happening!'

He was a guy! Guys didn't lactate! He didn't even have brea...

Panicked, he pulled up his shirt. The soaked fabric dragging across his engorged nipples was almost too much for him, but the sight on his chest was sobering. His modest pectoral muscles were almost completely invisible, hidden under a thin layer of feminine fat. They were tiny, not even an A-cup, but undeniably there.

"Oh god," he breathed, echoing his orgasmic cries from a few minutes before.

"What am I gonna do?"