To the Jackson’s

After quickly wrapping up lunch, Ethan decided that his best move was to visit the Jackson’s. He had to confirm his theory that he had somehow swapped chests with his neighbor. It all seemed so absurd, but after what his mom and said, nothing else seemed to make sense. He discarded his sweatshirt, knowing now that there was no point in hiding the two fleshy lumps underneath his shirt if everyone knew he had them.

As he walked out of his house, he glanced down at the ring on his hand. It was clearly responsible for what had happened to him, but he felt unsure about pulling it off just yet, not until he confirmed his theory. As he walked to the next house over, he tried his best to ignore the light bounce underneath his shirt every time he took a step. He could feel his sensitive nipples rubbing against his shirt, imagining the milk inside sloshing up and down, waiting for its sweet release.

“God, I fucking hate this.” He said to himself as he came up to the Jackson’s door and rang the doorbell. A few moments later, his theory was confirmed.

Mrs.Jackson was a curvy black woman in her early 30’s. Her dark curly hair was tied up in a pony tail, and she wore a plain white tank top and a pair of black leggings. What immediately stuck out to Ethan was that her chest was now completely flat, and he could even see that where her sizable boobs would’ve been was his hairy white chest, contrasting wildly with the rest of her torso.

“Ethan! So good to see you! I’m guessing your mom told I needed a little help, huh?” She said cheerfully, with an air of exhaustion in her voice.

Ethan pulled himself together, not wanting to seem rude. “Yeah, yeah. You um, wanted help feeding the baby right?”

“Yeah, it’s about time to feed her and I realized I ran out of milk earlier today. If it’s not too much trouble, of course.” She said apologetically. “I think she prefers yours over formula to be quite honest.”

From what he was hearing, it seemed like this was a regular arrangement between the two of them, like he had apparently done this before.

“So uh, does I need to um-“

“Oh, it’s up to you if you wanna feed her yourself or just pump some extra bottles for me. I know it’s a lot to ask, so I won’t push you towards either one.”

Ethan scratched his head, not quite sure how to answer