First off, you missed the time when you were breast feeding your kids. And nowadays, maybe a drop or two of milk would still leak out rarely, but for the most part, all lactation had stopped a long time ago for you. You had tried getting Mike to enjoy it too, as you hoped if he did it often enough, you would continue to produce. But he wasn't that into it in the end, and you ultimately had more or less stopped lactating a few months later.
But now, with the Chronivac, that was no longer a problem. Your plan is to start by becoming the primary food source for your family. After a few minutes of making the settings just right, you finally are ready and start up the new program.
Almost immediately, a clone of you pushes themselves out of you and rapidly changes into your son Jeff. He also has a complete copy of all your memories from being Jeff, save for anything to do with the Chronivac. Your "new" son gets into his bed and instantly falls into a deep sleep, leaving you to enjoy the rest of the changes by yourself. Your body slowly begins to tingle, as you regain a bit of youth back, making you look more like you were in your mid 20s than almost late 30s. You felt a lot better too, and noticed how you lost all telltale signs of having gone through pregnancy and childbirth twice. Your now longer, fuller hair now had lost all of the gray strands too. And you even had regained most of your fit body back from when you use to part time at a gym as a trainer. Not that you were once a hulking muscle builder fanatic or some kind of amazonian, but you did enough to keep a sexy "fit" appearance back then.
You liked having your abs back, however you hoped they at least wouldn't look too bad or out of place underneath what had yet to come. Now that you had your old pre-pregnancy body that you had loved and worked hard to get, you were excitedly awaiting the next set of changes.
You feel the next set of changes start in your cleavage. You leave your son's bedroom, going into the adjacent bathroom and walk upto the full length mirror to watch will happen. Youalso quickly remove your top and bra, so as to not obstruct your view at all. By now a dark patch has formed inbetween your breasts and was now slowly pushing itself out into a small nub. You eagerly watch as your third nipple finishes forming, now identical in size and shape to your origional two. Then you feel it slowly begin to extend outwards, as new breast tissue forms behind it, until a full sized, third breast is nestled right inbetween the first pair. The left and right boob slightly adjust outwards a bit to give the middle boob a bit more breathing room to fully grow and fill out.
Now that you are a 3 breasted woman, your next change begins instantly, as all 3 boobs start slowly getting heavier, larger, and just a bit more sensitive as a whole. Your milk production from when you were still breast feeding was no where near your current rate. And why would it have been? You now, unlike back then, had 4 mouths to feed at least twice, if not 3 times, every single day.
As a result of such an abundance of feeding, your nipples had grown in size and length a bit. Your inch and a half long nipples now are permanently standing fully erect and ready to be suckled on by hungry mouths. A glance down to your discarded clothing shows a 3 cuped bra and a top that now had a much wider neckline to show off both sets of F-cup cleavage when worn. Upon further inspection, you found that there were actually 3 holes in your bra, 1 per cup for each of your nipples to poke out through, if you ever wanted to do so at least. Playfully you give your left nipple a gental tug and are rewarded with a small stream of breastmilk.
"Oh yeah, I am loving this already!" you excitedly whisper to yourself. "I can't wait for breakfast tomorrow."
The last round of changes went through, nullifying a majority of your memoroes from being Jeff, and making the mindset that you are now, and have always been Amanda, a 3 breasted woman, mother of 3, and married to a loving husband Mike, a lot stronger. However you still kept enough to know this wasn't the truth, but not enough to make you bothered by being Amanda, even while doing wifey things to Mike. The thing you did keep in full though was his libido and perverted mentality.
The final change applied without you even feeling a thing. It essentially made you solely reliant and comoletely dependent on Mike's cum for your nutrition. You were incapable of swallowing anything else, however you could go easily a full day with just a few of his cum drops inside of you.
The only other edits made were not applied to you, but to your family. Obviously, all 4 of them could now healthy live off of a diet of purely your breast milk alone for the rest of their entire lives. Next you had made reality see this as being completely normal, and finally you trippled the size of your husbands testicles and upped his semen production rate by an equal amount in order to always have enough for you to drink at any given moment.
Suddenly, the thought of you now on your hands and knees on top of the kitchen table, sucking Mike's nice, long and hard cock, while your kids fed from your nipples entered your mind and you loved the entire concept. You imagined feeling them suckling from your boobs, as your delicious milked passes into their mouths through your sensitive nipples, all the while blowing Mike's huge cock, who then shoot his thick, creamy, and delicious load into the back of your mouth and down your throat. And if it really is how you are imagining it to be, then you know for a fact that you will be one of the happiest, kinky wives on the planet.
Filled with anticipation, you do not even bother redressing as you quickly make your way back to your bedroom and slip into bed with Mike. You feel Mike awake for just a moment, long enough to drape his arm over you and begin massaging one of hour tits absentmindedly, before he fell back asleep.
You could feel them pushed against your ass. His pair of huge balls hanging below his massive cock was making breakfast quickly become your favorite time of the day. You wanted to get a taste right now, but decided to wait for the main event and settle on just sticking it inbetween your thighs as you too drifted off to sleep.