David begins talking to Mary. When he tells her that something about her makes him want to suck on her tits.
Mary then says she needs to go and get a breast pump so her shirt doesn't get ruined. She then gets ready to leave and take a break when David suggest that she lets him drain some of her milk before it causes a infection at which point Mary feels a slight shudder of pain at the strain her breasts are having.
As the wave of pain dissipated a tiny bit, Mary managed to utter, "Sure, fine, but let's go into the break room area set aside for nursing mothers."
David nodded and followed her obediently, like one might expect of a child its mother. When they get in there Mary then removes her top and bra and then sinks into the comfy chair placed in the room. David licked his lips and straddled Mary's leg and leaned down and placed his mouth on her right areola. With a little bit of adjusting his lips to cover his teeth to keep from accidentally biting Mary as he worked the nipple and was rewarded with the milk his body strangely was craving, his stomach gurgling despite the burger he'd had not even an hour earlier. After accumulating a mouthful, Mary pulls him away and then takes a closer look at David, a slight dribble of her milk running out the corner of his mouth and down his chin. He swallowed in that instant and the rich, creamy milk began to calm his gurgling stomach a little bit, but not enough to fully quench the thirst he felt as he looked
"Is something wrong?" asked David as Mary looked him over.
"No... I thought... well, never mind," said Mary as she let her hand drop to the arm of the chair, and David leaned back in to suckling her breast. What neither noticed was that the thirty-something David was looking a lot more like a twenty-something, with muscles getting a bit left hefty and more lean, the strands of grey that had appeared in his hair vanishing entirely, and some of the weight he had put on drinking occasionally, having receded.
As David continued to suckle her breast, it seemed like they both had gone into a trance in which Mary starts to hum, that only added to the atmosphere of said trance. A trance which was at once both a relief and orgasmic for them both. Mary felt David's raging hard-on, but rather than wishing to release it from the pants with which it resided, she seemed to feel only indifference to its presence.
David's regeneration continued as he began looking more like a recent college graduate that HR had just hired fresh out of school, and then more like a college intern as his muscles continued to lose the heft and strength he had put on after graduating college. However the days of David the college hunk were numbered as he quickly went from a hunky confident senior to an increasingly lean freshman, whose face was beginning to shift from angular to the beginnings of rounding as puberty was beginning to be entered once again, but this time, in reverse. With another mouthful he'd left college completely and was back in high school, his muscles deflating further and his leanness beginning to turn to lanky, and an inch or two of height having been taken from him. His face shifted and rounded more as he continued to suck away his maturity, his wisdom teeth that hadn't been taken out for coming in crooked, sinking back into his jaw. And then a shrink spurt occurred where the awkward angle he'd been suckling at suddenly seemed to become a little easier on his strained neck, and his feet which had been planted firmly on the ground began to ever so slightly inch up, pulling away from the floor from the heel first. He continued to keep his balance by putting more of his weight on the balls of his feet, but at this point, at the point where he was losing his driver's license as he slid from sixteen to fifteen, it was the only part of his feet still on the ground, keeping his lanky frame from putting its entire weight on Mary. Another mouthful however brought his feet just off the ground entirely and himself out of high school and back into middle school as he crossed further back through puberty, his groans beginning to lose the deep timbre as they shifted up the octaves, and Mary began to notice that David's hard on had receded and was no longer poking her, but instead was likely shrinking away along with his height as he swallowed yet another mouthful.
His too big for his feet shoes dropped to the floor with a clatter then, and it was at this point that David had drained the first breast. Mary took the moment to look at David, who she now could look only slightly up as he now had completely left puberty and was a boy of 12 years old. All sign of the aged muscle hunk he had started as had since left him. His face was now completely rounded and looked like a face a mother could love, rather than a girl would want for a lover. His clothes were huge on him, and only seemed like he was a skinny little boy playing dress up in his daddy's clothes. He was far less a David, now, and Mary began to think of him as Davey... and not just any Davey, but her Davey. Davey could not be separated long from a breast before he felt his still grumbling stomach ache for more milk and so he leaned over and started sucking the other breast not long thereafter.
Davey continued his shrink spurts again, his weight slowly becoming more manageable, even as he started to regain baby fat. It soon became quite easy for Davey to suckle from Mary's breast, only for her breast to suddenly become higher and slowly more difficult for him to reach as he continued to shrink and grow smaller, once sitting on her lap had becoming impossible for him to reach her breast on his own, Davey began to cry, like the young toddler he was beginning to resemble at this point. Mary shushed Davey, and her hums turned into a lullaby to calm and soothe her little man.
Mary took the small break to discard Davey of the adult clothes that no longer fit him and were strewed about him in a discarded and deflated fashion. Not long thereafter, Mary now had a naked Davey, with a mess of blond curls atop his head that she ruffled slightly before she began to pick Davey up and cradle him in her arms. At first he was rather big to be held as such, but as he continued to suckle and shrink, he grew lighter, and the position only became more natural to Mary. Soon, Davey was a small and squirming newborn in her arms, with something odd looking growing out of his belly button. It was only after the odd looking thing began to grow even longer that Mary realized what it even was--an umbilical chord.
Mary suddenly knew what she needed to do, as she stood up, still cradling Davey, and his umbilical chord still growing with every mouthful. She kicked off her shoes and with one arm, Mary awkwardly stripped her pants and panties, leaving her now completely naked. It was at this point the umbilical chord had grown long enough that Mary could begin to guide it to her vagina. She almost fell over from the strange erotic penetrating feeling of the chord oozing its way up the vaginal canal, through the cervix and deep into her womb. It was suddenly when Davey stopped suckling, that Mary knew he had connected and so Mary laid down and allowed the chord to pull on Davey and draw him closer and in.
"Come on Davey... come to Mommy," said Mary before she began to feel labor pains in reverse, where instead of pushing, she felt as though her muscles were pulling.
Soon she felt his little feet begin to part her vagina, then his body, and finally his head. Her belly stretched as he was pulled in, and it was with a few more contractions that Mary felt Davey pulled entirely within her and up fully into her womb. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, she began to settle down, and suddenly realize that she was on the ground with a nine month pregnant belly pinning her down.
"Well, shit..." muttered Mary, until she felt that the breast Davey had been suckling on still had a little bit left in it. Curious and cautious, Mary kneaded her breast and caused a drop or two to emerge, which she proceeded to lick up. Not long after swallowing, did she feel her belly begin to shrink a little, and Davey inside it grow a little smaller himself, enough that she wasn't quite nine months pregnant anymore, but still heavily pregnant and stranded on her back. The only solution would be to drink a little more of the milk herself, but not too much that she caused Davey to be unconceaved completely. Another kneading and licking brought her down to eight months exact. So she continued her plan, her belly and Davey shrinking all the while until she was about five months pregnant and felt significantly more able to help herself up to stand. Once she did, she placed a protective hand on her belly. Davey was now too young to kick most likely, but she still felt a strong connection to him nevertheless.
Looking down at her clothes and Davey's, Mary knew she'd have to chance him being even younger for her to slip back into them, and so a few more drops were swallowed, bringing her back to the end of the first trimester, and her just able to squeeze into her normal clothes. Mary dressed herself, collected Davey's old things, tossed them into a covered waste basket, and left the nursing room for the start of her new life as a single mother, for which she'd have plenty of time to prepare.