"Just one minute," Josie said. "There's something I want to do first."

Josie and Joseph had been just about to make love, when Josie had hopped up from the bed and walked over to her bedroom dresser. Joseph tried not to look impatient as Josie fumbled in one of the dresser's drawers for a moment, but she looked so good standing there, wearing nothing but panties and with her full, pendulous breasts hanging out, that it was all he could do not to cry out for her to get back in bed. Finally she found what she was looking for, a small jar containing what looked like some kind of body oil.

"What's that stuff?" Joseph asked.

"Oh, just something special I bought at the magic store the other day."

Joseph smiled ruefully to himself. Josie and her silly magic. She actually took that stuff seriously, and spent a lot of time going to little magic stores and buying books and potions and other junk. As great as she was in bed, she had a mystical, new-agey side that really got on his nerves sometimes. Even more annoyingly, she was also always after him to get married and have kids. His other girlfriend, Marie, didn't have a knock-out figure like Josie, but she was so much more level-headed and reasonable. He wished he could find a girl with a body like Josie and a personality like Marie, but until he did, he'd just have to keep looking. Well, at least the looking had its good points

As Joseph watched, Josie unscrewed the jar's lid and took a dab of the oil on her finger. Then, with a sly little grin, she rubbed the stuff onto each of her nipples, making a slow, swirling motion around each one. Joseph's mouth was watering.

Josie giggled. "It tingles!"

"Please, I've got to have you."

She scampered over to the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him with her huge, beautiful breasts dangling just a few inches above his face. Her moist nipples sparkled in the dim light of the room. Joseph leaned his chin up to take her left breast in his mouth, but just before he reached it Josie ran her fingers across the back of his scalp and grabbed him, firmly, by the hair.

"Wait," she said. "I want to savor this moment."

She slowly lowered her breast to Joseph's lips, but when his tongue touched her nipple he got a little shock, it felt like static electricity.

"Ignore it," Josie said. "It's nothing. Just keep going."

Her breasts looked so good above him that he didn't need any more encouragement. They somehow seemed even more plump than usual right now, as if she was actually swelling before him. He touched his tongue to her again, running it slowly around her nipple in a circle, and this time he was rewarded by the sweet but unfamiliar taste of the mysterious substance she'd spread on herself. It was delicious, as sweet and citric as candy, and it made his tongue tingle in the nicest way.

"That's great," Josie purred. "But I want you to suck."

Placing both of his hands around her breast, Joseph began to gently suck on her stiff nipple. He almost felt dizzy. Her breasts were so unbelievably succulent, and something about the taste of that stuff she'd put on herself was really driving him wild. The tingling was spreading to his whole mouth, it was fantastic.

"Good," Josie said. "Suck on me. REALLY suck."

He began to suck harder and harder, growing ever more frenzied. He'd always loved to suck on Josie's breasts, but this was better than it had ever been before. The tingling was spreading to his face and down into his neck and shoulders, and he was so aroused he could hardly think. His mind was focused completely on Josie's wonderful breasts and nipples, which seemed to be almost literally swelling as he worked on them.

It was impossible to guess how long he'd been at her breast - perhaps only a few minutes, perhaps as long as half an hour - but at some point he suddenly tasted a new liquid on his tongue. It tasted like milk, but it was very rich, almost meaty. He leaned back to see what was going on, and saw a few drops of white fluid trickling down from Josie's nipple. Joseph was still so whoozy with desire that he couldn't quite comprehend what he was seeing.

"Don't worry, baby," Josie said. "It'll all make sense soon."

Without another word she popped her nipple back into his mouth, and almost despite himself Joseph immediately began sucking again. Soon the drops from Josie's nipple became a steady stream, filling his mouth with a milk that became more unbearably delicious with each gulp. It was, without question, the best thing he'd ever tasted. He knew he should be asking Josie questions, but all he could seem to think about was getting more of her delicious milk. It felt like this was what he'd been waiting for his entire life.

A few minutes later, while Joseph was still entirely preoccupied with gulping down mouthful after mouthful of Josie's milk, she spoke. If he'd been listening, Joseph would have noticed a change in her tone, a quiet, chilly quality that was very different from her usual flirty, gentle ways.

"Oh, Joseph," Josie said. "You naughty boy. You thought you were so careful, but I know all about you and Marie. I knew almost from the start. It made me furious, but I loved you too much to stay mad at you for long, or to let you go. I loved you so much that I wanted to start a family with you, to raise babies together but you showed me that you'd never be ready for that. You're too much of a child yourself."

"I was miserable for a long time, until just recently, when one of my girlfriends told me about a special oil she'd seen at the magic store, an oil that was brewed up especially for ladies who want to do something about their naughty, overgrown little boys. When applied to the nipples it soaks in and goes to work; within minutes your breasts are plump and full of milk, milk so yummy that if somebody tastes it once they go into a kind of trance, they become deliriously aroused and highly suggestible."

"But the milk doesn't just taste good it has special, wonderful properties. You see, the milk brings out your true nature. The more you drink it, the more" She looked down at Joseph as he mindlessly suckled on her full, swollen breast. She could see the changes beginning already. She smiled to herself.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said sweetly. "Of course, this is all over your head. You just be a good boy and enjoy your meal, and soon everything will be all right."

Joseph finally noticed that Josie had been speaking to him, and, without stopping his greedy suckling, he looked up at her. It was strange, but she looked a little bigger than he was used to, almost as if she'd grown taller in the last minute. It must have been the angle. In any case, it wasn't worth worrying about as long as her milk was still flowing.

He continued to gulp, switching from one nipple to the other as Josie directed him, but after a minute he realized that her nipples actually seemed to be growing in his mouth. He pulled back for a second, and saw that her breasts were now as big as his head, with areolas like pancakes and cherry-sized nipples. Josie's entire body had grown; she had to be about twice his size now. Glancing dizzily around the room, he saw that it had become larger as well. The bed was now about the size the entire bedroom had been a few minutes before, and he wondered if he could even make it down to the floor by himself without injury. The bedside lamp now looked more like a streetlight.

Josie leaned down at him, her face unnaturally large, and gave him a wicked grin, showing white teeth that were so big they made him think of the dinosaur displays he'd seen at the museum when he was a kid. He could see every pore of her flushed face, all of the details of her painted lips and the tiny clumps of mascara in her eyelashes. Even at this daunting scale, she was ravishingly beautiful.

"You're not finished, baby. Don't you want some more?" Joseph's senses were beginning to return to him. What the hell was going on? Where did Josie get all of this milk from? How had everything gotten so big? What was she doing to him?

"Don't be scared," Josie said. She took a hand the size of a metropolitan city's phone book and scooped it under his bare bottom, lifting him off the bed with little effort. Still holding him, she adjusted her position so she was sitting on the edge of the bed, then she sat him down on her lap. Normally if he'd sat on her lap he would have crushed the breath out of her, but now his weight hardly seemed to affect her at all.

Josie put her suddenly enormous arms around his shoulders and pulled him close, so his face was up against her warm, soft, colossal breasts. He could hear her heart thumping mightily within her, like a series of distant explosions. Her nipples were just beneath his mouth, tantalizingly close.

"C'mon," Josie said teasingly, in the baby-talk bedroom voice that always made him weak. "Just one more taste. You know you want to. After all, what harm can there be in one little suck? Just one little suck"

Still moist with milk and saliva and the last traces of the strange oil, Josie's nipples were growing stiff in the cool air. Joseph could see another bead of milk forming on the tip of the breast nearest to him, mere inches away from his face. Soon it would trickle down, onto the bed, untasted and unsavored. It seemed a terrible waste. He tried to force himself to stay away, but the bead of milk was so shiny and beautiful, he could smell its rich flavor and he knew it would taste so good. He told himself he would just taste that one drop. He wouldn't let himself start sucking again, he'd just lick off that one drop, and that would be that.

As Joseph put his tongue on Josie's nipple, she placed her hand on the back of his head, pushing him deep against her warm breast so her nipple completely filled his mouth and he couldn't pull away. She laughed delightedly, the vibration carrying through her giant body and into Joseph's.

A voice in Joseph's head said, That's it, she's got me trapped, but he scarcely comprehended it as he began to suck furiously and the milk gushed into his mouth once more. He glanced up into the full-length mirror across from Josie's bed, where he saw Josie with a little boy, perhaps a year old, sitting on her lap and suckling at her breast. The child was looking at Joseph with a sleepy but vaguely puzzled expression, and he seemed familiar somehow. It didn't make sense; Joseph was the only person suckling on Josie's breast, and he wasn't a little boy he was a grown-up! Seeing the kid with Josie made Joseph feel a little jealous; he didn't want anybody else to touch her breasts or drink her milk. He wanted her all to himself!

He was briefly troubled, but soon all thoughts were lost in his desperate gulping. He hardly noticed a few moments later as the breast started to drift slowly upward, he just craned his neck up to reach it, but before long the nipple began to get away from him, and then it slipped out of his mouth and he couldn't reach it anymore. He whimpered, with a voice that sounded disconcertingly high, and Josie promptly swept him up in her arms, high off the bed, and cradled him against her, enabling him to fasten on to her breast again to get more precious milk. The more he sucked, the bigger she seemed to get, although he was only dimly aware of it. At some point he realized that the hands he was using to squeeze Josie's breast didn't look like his hands, or at least not like his hands had looked for a very long time. They were so tiny, with pudgy fingers and no knuckles. His hands were no bigger than her nipples. This disturbed him, a little, but it could wait. Everything would have to wait while he drank the delicious fluid from the beautiful lady who cradled him in her arms. He couldn't remember her name, but he knew he loved her, and he wanted to stay right where he was forever, safe and warm against her body, drinking and drinking and drinking.

And then the milk stopped. He pulled and sucked at the nipple, but no more milk came. His hands were now too tiny and weak to squeeze out anymore. Why had the lady stopped feeding him? Was she angry? Was he being punished?

His head started to clear a little bit, but he still couldn't think so good. He knew the lady wasn't his mommy, and he wasn't supposed to be so little the lady had done something to him. Hadn't she? He was mad at the lady, but it was hard to remember why. All he knew for sure was he wanted more her milk. He wanted more!

He felt very sad, but for some reason he couldn't understand, he didn't want the lady to see him cry. Babies cried for their mommies, and she wasn't his mommy! He knew that if he cried she'd snuggle him close and maybe even feed him some more, but he couldn't let himself cry. He felt his lower lip quiver, and a sob was welling up within him, but he tried to hold it back. He tried so hard

Little Joey began to wail, so Josie rocked him gently back and forth, singing a lullaby. She tried not to smile, but he was just so adorable, with his chubby cheeks and button nose and round, innocent blue eyes.

She'd had some reservations about this, but really he was such a perfect angel that she knew she'd made the right decision. She'd already stocked up on diapers and a crib and toys, and goodness knew food wouldn't be a problem. She expected Joey would be fussy for a year or so, since he'd still retain some memory of his former life, but with proper discipline and a lot of TLC, she was confident she could raise him into a properly obedient child.

She continued to sing, stroking his hair, and before long Joey was sleeping soundly against her bosom, his tiny fingers wrapped around one of her still-stiff and now rather sore nipples. The little guy sure had been hungry!

"Don't worry," Josie said, speaking quietly so she wouldn't wake Joey up. "Mommy will have more milk later. Mommy takes good care of her thirsty little man"



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