"I wish that for the next day, each hour I would produce a pint of semen and you would produce a gallon of breastmilk and that we both found the idea of consuming the each other's fluid very arousing."
You can't t believe your ears and you know your eyes probably widened in horror. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach as you realize what is about to happen.
Amanda steps towards you and hugged you tight, her head resting on your shoulder. You put your arms around her while staring out of the bathroom, into the distance, trying to internalize what if happening.
You didn't get to /think/ about what was happening for very long though as soon you feel something stirring in the newly acquired parts your chest. A quick mental calculation doesn't really help with how unsettled you feel with her wish. "One gallon per hour?? That's like a full cup every four minutes!" You think to yourself...