With a smirk, Amber changed “diapers” to “dresses”. Immediately, the boy’s jeans and T-shirt vanished, replaced with a pink, frilly dress. The dress honestly looked like it had been designed for a toddler girl, but specially ordered to fit the teen boy. Amber generated another sentence.
“James loves the new princess pull-up he is wearing.” Drat! She put him back in training pants. Quickly, Amber changed “pull-ups” to “diaper”. The boy, James, adjusted himself slightly, in the process flashing the entire lobby with his bright pink diaper. The middle-aged woman sitting next to James, presumably his mom, scowled at him.
“You don’t need diapers, why do you insist on wearing them?” she hissed. Well, Amber could fix that. A quick change, and now James needed diapers. “You’re old enough to be in training pants, why do you mess yourself all the time?”
“Mom, I can’t help it,” James whined. His mom scoffed and rolled her eyes. Amber frowned. She didn’t like this mom’s attitude. But she could fix that easily.
A few sentences later, James’ mom was perfectly fine with him being in diapers and dresses, though Amber made sure that society still thought it was odd. Now, they were visiting the doctor because James’ mom had never stopped lactating, not because of James’ behavior.
“Oh,” James’ mom groaned, rubbing her breasts. “I should go pump.”
“I wouldn’t mind a snack,” James suggested. Amber’s eyebrows shot up. Apparently, she’d inadvertently made it so that James breastfed from his mom. James’ mom sighed.
“Fine. Come here,” she said, patting her lap. James climbed onto her lap. His mom took off her shirt, revealing two enormous breasts leaking milk. James latched on, suckling eagerly. Amber watched, a strange desire building inside. She wanted to breastfeed from this woman, too.
Luckily, she had a way to make that happen.