"I think she's learned her lesson for the most part, hand it here" said Chloe
my sister passed her the book and pen, and she started writing away
I could already begin to feel my body changing and i noticed theirs were too. I didn't know chloe very well but judging by the changes to my sister it looks like their breasts went back to their regular size.
On the other hand, my breasts stopped shrinking at H cups and I stopped growing at still a good few inches shorter than my sister.
I saw their clothes shift as a bra also appeared on me, considering it was comfortable i could assume they reversed most of my wish.
"What gives? I thought you were changing me back!" I squeaked, barely noticing that I was still leaking milk.
My sister closed the book and put it away "well thanks to you're stupid wish we don't even know what breasts are supposed to be like anymore, It's only because you were so specific on what was different from before that we managed to fix things this much. Hell I still didn't know what a bra was until Chloe wrote them back into existence. You were the one that fucked things up this much so you at least deserve to live with it."
I really couldn't argue with her, the most I could do is stare at my own breasts and contemplate my fate.
Chloe piped up. "Aww don't worry to hard girl, you'll learn to be happy with it. Here I even threw in a few fixes to make things easier for you."
There was a knock on the door.
"speak of the devil" she said before her and my sister started leaving the room chuckling.
As they left Mike walked into the room.
My blood ran cold, he seemed to notice and stopped.
"Are you alright? I'm sorry I couldn't be here fast enough for your breastgiving. I can't imagine how nerve-wracking that must've been" he said as he sat down next to me.
Confused as I was, I could piece together that the fixes Chloe mentioned was probably making him nicer.
Mike interrupted my thoughts by rubbing my shoulders, I shuddered and leaned into his chest. Something about this just felt so right.
"I heard that the first lactation is always the hardest to deal with alone, would you mind if I helped with that?" he said slyly
Almost automatically I let out a soft "mhmm" and as if on cue he propped me up onto the bed and started stripping me.
as he cupped his hands around my left breast, I could feel a distinct warm wetness forming at my crotch.
"Oh god", I thought. Am I getting turned on by this? Is a man drinking my milk turning me on?
as if to answer yes the warmth at my crotch started spreading to the rest of my body.
That bitch made me like guys, I can't believe she real-
all thoughts instantly ceased when Mike began sucking.
It was as if he'd done this thousands of times, He rested my breast on his right arm as he repeatedly sucked and pulled with his mouth, at the same time his hands were busy on my right breast, one hand kneading the breast and the other tweaking my nipple.
It was all I could do to try stifling my moans as my milk gushed out, the pleasure radiating through my body.
without any control, my hands dived straight into my panties and I began fingering myself once more.
It didn't take long for Mike to finish draining me, but once he did he took my hands out before I could finish.
"If you want to keep feeling good you're gonna have to let me in on the action." He said getting up, revealing an incredibly large bulge in his pants.
Just seeing it was getting me hotter thinking about what it would feel like to have it in me.
but if I crossed that line I think I really will lose any chance of going back to being a man.
And a large part of me has been wondering if I even still care...