Starborn brith

Carol lay back on the large bed, her top bare, as Anthony nestled between her arms like always. He latched onto her breast with deep, hungry sucks. Her milk had grown thicker and more potent lately due to the cosmic energy constantly flowing through her body, but she never imagined it could affect a normal human this way.

"Slower, sweetheart," she murmured softly, her voice warm and maternal. Her fingers gently threaded through his hair, pressing him closer to her chest. "You've been so hungry today..."

Anthony nursed with half-closed eyes, lost in deep pleasure. Suddenly, his body trembled. A powerful wave of heat rushed down his throat and spread like electricity through his veins.

At first, Carol thought it was just the intensity of his sucking, but when she saw his skin beginning to glow with a faint blue-gold shimmer, her brows furrowed.

"Anthony? What's wrong?"

He couldn't answer. His body suddenly tensed. Muscles tightened and grew denser at an unnatural speed. A halo of cosmic energy swirled around him for a moment, and his eyes flashed with bright light before returning to normal. His breathing became heavy.

Carol quickly pulled him away from her breast and lifted him up, worry flashing across her face.

"Damn it... I didn't mean for this to happen."

She had no intention of transforming him. She only wanted to feed her boy, comfort him, and make him feel safe. But her milk — altered by prolonged exposure to immense cosmic power — had become something far beyond simple nourishment.

Anthony gasped, his voice now slightly deeper. "Mom... I feel... really strong."

Carol pulled him tightly into her arms and stroked his back with a slightly shaky hand. She was still in shock.

"I didn't want this, baby. I just wanted to give you my milk... your regular food. I didn't know it would affect you like this."

But Anthony was no longer the same skinny, fragile boy. His muscles were more defined, his senses sharper, and a new strength pulsed through his body. Carol held him closer and kissed his forehead.

"What are we going to do now..." she whispered. There was concern in her voice, but also a hint of reluctant pride. "You're not just my boy anymore. It looks like you've become a new superhero... without me even meaning to."

Anthony rested his head on her chest and said quietly, "But I still... I still want Mom's milk."

Carol sighed, caught between maternal worry and her deep dominant affection. She placed her hand behind his neck and gently guided his head back to her breast.

"Alright... but drink slowly. Mommy doesn't want you changing even more until we figure out exactly what's happening."

Anthony latched on again, nursing with gentler but still eager hunger. Carol held him securely in her strong, warm embrace, stroking his hair as she processed the situation.

From now on, every time Anthony drank Carol's milk, he would feel both deep maternal comfort and an increase in power flowing through his veins — a power she had never intended to give him.