The next few weeks went by quickly; I fell into the patterns of life of my fellow Ciont'i. It no longer bothered me that I went around all day barefoot and wearing nothing but a sheath and a tiny loincloth that seemed to cover less and less of my body. I continued to drink the milk of the Chiche women, which I understood now to be the reason why all the boys looked the same. My skin was now the exact same copper color, and my hair was now a dark black. I was only capable of speaking in the Ciont'i language, and everyone treated me as just another little boy running around making trouble.
Except I still had a major problem. In all my time here, I still hadn't found the opportunity to masturbate. My balls were full of backed-up semen. And yet I knew of the social stigma that came from Ciont'i boys removing their sheaths except to pee. Then I remembered Jayal telling me that the area near the waters where the women bathed were never watched by anyone, which gave me an idea.
One night, I waited until everyone was asleep and then stripped off my loincloth and sheath. The latter caused my boner to spring free, and it bounced between my legs as I ran down to the waters. There, I took my penis in my hand and started stroking it. My eyes began to close as feelings of euphoria washed over me. Which is why I didn't notice the women.
Suddenly, hands shot out from nowhere and dragged me into the waters. A group of women had caught me, and they were upset. I felt one of them put a rope or something around my neck and tie it tight. Then, I was held upright and presented to the Chiche, who began shoving their breasts in my face, forcing me to drink from their nipples as the others held my tight.
One of them whispered to me, "Since you cant control your organ, we have to take it away."
Then I finally noticed my nipples growing longer and the buds on my chest. I watched as my balls slowly absorbed back into to my body. But then another Chiche began forcing me to drink again. I could feel my shaft slowly pulling in as the hole got larger. When it pulled in, I felt it open up into a new organ. My breasts got lager and larger as I continued drinking the milk.
I felt my thighs fatten up and my waist slimming down. Then I saw and felt curly black locks drop down my face, and my face was tingling like crazy. When they finally let me take a break, I saw that my feet were small and dainty, my thighs were thick, and my waist was tiny. My breast were absolutely gigantic and looking in the water, I saw that my face had become womanly and cute. My hair flowed over my shoulders in a cascade of curls. My lips were thick and kissable.
Suddenly, the Chiche grabbed my shoulders and hugged me. My titanic breast smushed against hers, sending me into a daze of pleasure. Then she told me that I was a replacement Chiche because the other one died to a jaguar.