Stay

"All right, Ashley," you say as you walk over to console her. You squat down so you can be face to face. "I'll stay."

Ashley wipes her tears away on your shirt. "Can I get the other book now?" she asks.

"Sure," you tell her. Ashley waddles away to her crib. She pulls out a big black book with a mysterious looking red marking on it.

"That doesn't look like a children's book at all, Ashley," you tell her.

"Oh, it's for children all right," she assures you. "Please read it, Daddy. I have a particular story I want you to read."

You sit next to her on the floor by her crib. She cuddles next to you and places the book on your lap. Various tabs marking pages poke out from the side. Ashley slides her finger down the side of the book, stopping on a big red tab. She opens the book. "Read it, Daddy."

You look down at the book, but none of the words are in English. They are in some sort of weird foreign language. She has blonde hair. Is she Swedish? Is this in Swedish? You do your best to read the strange language, "A tai'o ai outou i teie mau parau, āta koe e riro i te wahine, ki te tits nui. Ko te tangata tuatahi nei ngotea mai i runga i enei tits ka whakaaetia kia ki te whakangotea ratou ake ake. A e kore e taea ki te waiho ratou koe."

After you utter the last word, everything turns black.

You wake up to the sound of Ashley lowering the rail to her crib. She looks at you on the floor with startled eyes. "It worked! I can't believe it worked!" she squeals.

You lift your head off the ground. Your body feels different and heavy. "What worked?" you ask. "Wait, why does my voice sound different?" You get up and run to the bathroom and look in the mirror. You're still wearing the clothes from last night, but instead of seeing your reflection, you see a woman's face and body. You take off your shirt and see, my goodness, huge breasts. They must be E cups. And they hurt terribly bad. You feel around to try to find your penis, but it is gone too. You can only feel the folds of your newly formed pussy.

You run back to Ashley. "What did you do to me?"

Ashley replies, "I didn't do anything. You said you wanted to read a different book, and I said I wanted a mommy. So, I let you read the chant that would turn you into a mommy for me."

"I'm not a mommy," you growl back in your new feminine voice. "I shouldn't have these tits. Goodness, they hurt." You squeeze one and milk leaks out.

"Oh, look, Mommy, you're lactating!" Ashley cries.

"This can't be happening," you say. You walk and sit in the rocking chair. Ashley follows, crawling in your lap. She begins to suckle at your lactating tit. "This tastes so good, Mommy," Ashley tells you. "Much better than the other kind of milk." She continues to drink from your tit. You let her suck because it actually feels good. The nursing relieves the pressure from your breast.

"Drink from the other one, please" you tell her, hoping to alleviate the pressure from your other engorged tit. Ashley obliges, switching her position before sucking away. Your breasts start to go down only slightly, but they feel much better.

After you feel better, you shove Ashley off of you onto the floor. "Ashley, you have to change me back. Please."

"I don't think I can change you back, Mommy," she responds. "You read from the book, and it changed you."

'The book!' you remember. 'Maybe if I read a different story or spell I can turn back.' You squat down and see under Ashley's crib the mysterious black book. You run and pull it out from under the crib. You look through page after page, but it's no use. Everything is in a foreign language, and worse yet, you can't even tell which language.

"Ashley, which one will turn me back?" you ask. Ashley shakes her head. "I don't know what all of them say. I only know the one you read and a few others. None of them change people back."

You look down at the book again. You're afraid to read it, as who knows what else will happen if you read the wrong page. Certainly, there's a scientist or an interpreter or someone who can read through the book and tell you what to do.

You throw your clothes back on quickly. "Ashley, I have to get out of here," you tell her as you race for the door. As you open the door, Ashley warns you, "I don't think you're going to be able to that."

You brush it off as a sign of Ashley try to get you to return, but as soon as you walk out the door, your breasts begin to feel pressure in your chest again. Each step towards your car and away from the apartment causes it to get worse and worse. You look down and see your breasts are continuing to get bigger as you walk away. Your back hurts as your tits start to weigh you down. The increase in size to what you can only guess is a G cup. You turn and look at Ashley.

"I told you," Ashley scolds, "They'll get bigger and more painful if you try and leave. You're my Mommy forever!"

"Ashley, please help me inside so you can nurse," you ask her. Ashley smiles and leads you to the rocking chair. Your breasts are so big, Ashley can't really fit in your lap well anymore. She kneels in front of you and starts to nurse. It feels good to have the pressure gone. After sucking for ten minutes on each side, Ashley stops. Your tits have gone back down a size, but are still huge. "I'm full, Mommy."

"Thank you, Ashley. Maybe you can nurse some more in a little bit."

"Mommy, I drank so much I'm already wet," Ashley warns you. "You need to change me."

"No," you tell her, "Ashley, I'm exhausted. You can change yourself."

"I see," says Ashley. "You're a Mommy in body, but not in mind. I can fix that." Ashley reaches for the book. You don't know what she has in mind, but you hop out of the chair and dart for Ashley. "No, give me that," You command, taking it away. You flip open to the story you read last night. "If the page on the left is the one that turned me into a breast-feeding woman, the one on the right should turn me back." You know that logic is flawed, but this situation can't get worse.

"No, Mommy, you don't want to read that one, not ever!" Ashley warns.

You aren't sure what to do now.