Kako cooks breakfast!

The next day you are up early, too excited to sleep. You find Kako in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Kako did not have many choices on what to make, as you are a single man and have not been to the grocery store in a week. It looks like she did well though. Pancakes and cereal with milk. You thank her and dig in, wondering how well she prepared everything. The pancakes are alright, if a bit salty. A little more syrup disguises that. She obviously didn't use skim milk on the cereal, as you prefer. Kako looks expectantly at you.
"This is pretty good. I am surprised that you went out to the store for eggs and milk though. You are just so useful," you beam.
"I didn't go to the store, actually. I just used what I had available here," she grins. "Speaking of which, I made a few upgrades to myself overnight. I don't know if you will like them, but if you don't I can always change back. I was envious of Mrs. Barstone yesterday, which is why I did...this!" She squeezed one of her nipples, and milk squirted out. You just stare as it flies through the air and lands on your face. She then pulls up a chair, and sits on it and heaves her cock up over her shoulder, and pulls her ballsac up and spreads her legs. You see a normal looking pussy. You look up at her, "So you did this because you were jealous that Mrs. Barstone could squirt milk from her jugs and have babies?"
"Yes, but if you really don't like it, I can always put myself back the way I was. It will only take a few hours..." She looks disappointed. You find it amazing that she is jealous of some middle-aged preggo who is so loose she needs a monster cock to satisfy her. Going over it in your mind, you figure that this really isn't a big deal. Afterall, there are much stranger things about Kako than her desire to have a pussy and milk come from her breasts. Hey, there are real hermaphrodites in the world, why not a robotic one?
"Kako, I like it. I am happy that you want to better yourself." Kako's smile lights up the room!
"I'm glad you like it. So...about breakfast...you didn't have any cow's milk, so I used my own for the cereal." She demonstrates again by squirting some milk from her watermelon breasts. You expected that, so you shrug. "Now the pancakes took some thought. You were out of eggs, and I needed a binding ingrediant to hold everything together. You didn't have anything else I could substitute for it, so I just came in it, and that did the trick. Tastes a little salty, but not too bad, eh?" She smirks, triumphant.
You are eating cum? Strike that, you have already eaten Kako's cum. The pancakes were the first that you finished off. You sigh, but it was not the first thing you are surprised tasted good. You had snake once, without knowing it, and enjoyed it until you were told it was snake. You later realized its social stygma that conditions you to want to feel sick if you eat something different. Since then, you have always kept your mind on the flavors for what they are. The pancakes made with Kako's cum were not the worst you have had. You notice Kako looks concerned.
"They were very good," you comment. "I will eat anything you make with your cum," you add as an afterthought, to boost her confidence. You make a mental note to hit the grocery store soon, though. You turn to finish your cereal, and soon feel Kako's arm resting on yours. You put your other hand up to pat it, and feel her cock, not her arm. You aren't surprised you could make that mistake. It is as hard as you have seen it, hard enough for her to swing it from over her shoulder from where she is sitting to have it rest on your arm.
She smiles seductively, "Perhaps you would like to drink straight from the source, then?" You havn't ever thought about eating cum, but you just did. You shrug again, whatever makes Kako happy. She starts rubbing herself, and you assist her on your end. It doesn't take long, and you put your mouth near the head, and ready yourself. Cum gushes out, and you do your best to drink it down. You know she can cum for five minutes at least, and you feel full after less than one minute.
"I can't fit anymore, I had that big breakfast," you pant. So you bring it over, and tell her to drink it. She does, and finishes the rest off without any trouble. "Next time, don't cook me such a big breakfast if you expect me to drink from that firehose!"
The doorbell rings.