Wait, what? Your mother has the remote and it... looks like she knows what it does! How the hell did that happen?!
Although she doesn't seem to be interested in using it right now as she walks to case she has on the bed, opening it up, "Well, Lila, I brought a milking machine. I know it might be awkward to milk somebody, but a week is unacceptable..."
Lila blushes as she runs her hand across the side of you, "Y-yeah. Also, he's supposed to stop lactating at some point, right? You stop lactating if you're not being milked."
"Nonsense, dear. Kendrick loves being milked. Don't you think he deserves some attention? Even if it wasn't intentional, I'm sure it's part of why he's resisted subjecting the two of you to any reversion attempts." As she's talking, pulling out the milking machine, she keeps the remote at hand and manages to give it a couple of clicks without you noticing.
She has a plan, though. The first click makes you incapable of finding anything she says odd, incapable of realizing that she might not know details she should from what she does next.
"Well, I have Kendrick's stuff beside his bed, Alicia. Just his computer and small suitcase, since you don't need any of his clothes," You hear Lila say to... you. Or your mother. You've been reeling from the sensations of not only being female but having no control of your body!
It's your mother's body no less! Pinker than it should be. Her breasts... are larger. Much larger!!! At least, you think.... It's not like you've had your own pair before. She certainly wasn't pregnant, but it looks like she’s about ready to have a baby. Wait a moment. You can feel four nubs... teats you guess, sticking out from her belly, so... maybe she's… not pregnant? Is her belly… an udder?
She’s all pink and that belly is a lot like an udder. Is she an… udder woman?
A very milky udder woman, now in a white sun-dress and one you can feel is getting damp from milk. Not only the dress, but you can feel your... her underwear getting wet. Her pussy is drooling.
You feel your legs spread as your pink hands adjust the loose skirt, your teats gushing some milk, soaking the dress as it feels like you've wet your underwear! They would have to be panties you assume.
"Ohhh, I guess we need to be milked, Kendri," Your mom says as Lila gasps, "Oh, let me help you with that. You're about to burst, Alicia!" Your sexy crush rushing over, pressing here luscious breasts into your new, soft back to help you and your mother to your new feet.
"Thank you, Lila," you feel yourself say, realizing how.. big your new lips are... "I guess I was too eager, but I'm going right home to get milked." Your mother says with a smile.