A worker currently aiding warriors in a hunt

"Sister, are you unwell?" asked Darice, the lead warrior on the hunt you were aiding in.

"Don't worry about me" you said trying to laugh off your fall, "I just tripped over my own feet, that's all".

Darice offered her hand to help you up. She was more muscular and weather-beaten than anyone you had seen living in the city, even construction workers, before you changed reality but the concerned smile she was giving you was very reassuring and her round face with sharp, pretty features contrasted nicely against her powerful body.

You were in a party of five women in all. Darice and Ettu being experienced warriors were expected to do most of the hunting while you and Kishar, a worker like yourself, maintained a camp and gathered fruits while guarded by Beltis, a younger warrior.

As you started walking again you noticed a strange feeling in your breasts. They were heavier than before and firmer too. That's when a new memory came to the front of your mind. You and Kishar were chosen for the hunt because you were both lactating. Upon establishing camp the warriors were going to suckle from you as a pre-hunt meal and once a substantial kill was cooked the two of you would gorge yourselves on meat until your breasts grew several times bigger as a way of carrying extra food home.