The recipient of the milk changed

As Ethan’s vision returned to him, he steadied himself on the staircase railing. Looking down at his free hand, he saw that the ring was still there, firmly in place.

“What the hell was that?” He said, examining the ring. It seemed to be almost stuck to his finger, despite his desperate attempt to remove it. And stranger still, it seemed that another of the gemstones had begun glowing. Did that mean another swap had happened?

Ethan quickly patted himself down, wincing as he tapped his still sensitive chest. Nothing seemed immediately off to him. Until he realized that the baby’s crying had stopped, replaced by an adult’s.

“Ethan, can you please come in here quickly?” Mrs.Jackson called out to him, her voice choked out. Distressed that the ring had done something to her or worse, the baby, he rushed towards the open door of the baby’s bedroom.

To his relief, he saw that the baby was quiet and happily asleep in her crib.

And to his shock, he saw Mrs. Jackson on the ground in fetal position, her face streaked with tears. She cried loudly, as if in great pain, letting out a scream as Ethan went over to her. As she saw him approach, he sensed relief on her face.

“Oh thank god, you came just in time. I need to be-“ She snorted a bit of phlegm from her nose. “I need to be fed right now.” She emphasized the last two words as if she’d die in the next minute if he didn’t heed her instructions. Confused, Ethan looked at the sleeping baby, then at her.

“You? What about the baby?” He asked, unsure.

“The baby’s fine, she’s been asleep for hours now. But I drank the last of your milk this morning, and I can’t go on without some more for the rest of the day. Please Ethan, I really really need to drink some of your milk!” She said, starting to wail again.

Almost in response, that strange compulsion came over Ethan again, his nipples crinkling to life at the sound of Mrs. Jackson crying. He could see two wet spots beginning to grow on his shirt as the milk began to leak out of him again. Now he was here, right next to her, he felt the instinctual urge to feed her, even if it none of it made sense whatsoever.

Wordlessly, he lifted his t-shirt, exposing the two dark brown tits on his chest. He could see the pearly drops of white at the ends of his nipple, waiting to be drunk. Mrs.Jackson’s eyes widened as she saw his nipple, her wails turning into murmurs as she stared hungrily at her former chest. Slowly, Ethan placed her head on his lap and leaned down. She latched on to one the dark brown nubs and began to suck the milk out.

Ethan knew this whole situation was completely fucked. That somehow he shouldn’t have a pair of lactating tits on his chest, or letting a grown woman drink from them. That said grown woman seemed to have grown a great need to drink from her own former tits, while her baby slept soundly nearby, no longer interested in her mother’s milk.

And yet, a part of him felt fine with this. A part that said he was just doing the neighborly thing by breastfeeding Mrs.Jackson. That this was a regular occurrence for him since she had the baby and he had started to producing milk. As she drank thirstily from his nipple, he could slowly feel that boob feel less and less sensitive as it was gradually emptied out. It was a strange feeling, yet not an unpleasant one, as he looked away.

His face was flush with embarrassment that there was a part of him that secretly enjoyed this feeling. As she drained the last drop out of him, he tried to sit up, only for her to grab his other tit and start drinking from that one too. He gave out a little yelp of pain as she accidentally bit his nipple, but made no move to push her away. His subconscious was telling him that he simply needed to let her finish, let her drink every last drop.

Finally, her lips released him, giving out a small gasp as if she just took a sip of soda. As she sat up, Ethan could see her face was wet with milk and tears, but now substantially more calm than before. She flashed him a reassuring smile as she got to her feet.

“Oh that hit the spot. I really needed that Ethan, thank you so much for coming on such short notice.” She said, checking on her baby. “The doctor says I should be able to wean off the milk in a year or two when I’m recovered. I don’t know how I’d make it through the day without some of your milk to calm me down!”

“Uh, no problem?” Ethan said, still processing a thousand different thoughts and feelings. He remained shirtless as Mrs.Jackson gently nudged him out of the nursery. “If you can drop by tomorrow with a couple bottles, that’d be really nice. I’m about to head to the store for some formula, but I feel that breast milk is always the healthier option. Only if you feel ready though, I wouldn’t want to make you overwork yourself!” She said gratefully as she wiped her face with a towel.

As the two walked downstairs, Ethan noticed that her tits did feel a bit lighter now that they were drained of milk. Though now they were incredibly sore, like a work out that was just a bit too intense. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he tried to figure out what to say or do next.