Jeff had just finished feeding his previously older sister and couldn't be happier. As he was coming down from the excitement he started to think clearly again, noticing where he was and what was happening again. He felt the soft fabric over his nipples and it felt nice. He could hear baby snoring in owner's arms. "Owner?" Jeff thought, "that's not right, who is she?" Jeff's memories seemed a little fuzzy, he knew she was someone he knew but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Wait now I remember, she's mommy" he thought "baby's mommy, that's right. I turned into her boobies to feed the baby." The breasts then realized that they had lost some memories since the feeding. This gravely concerned them since they remembered being human before, although they couldn't remember what they looked like. "Jeff was my name, right?" they remembered. Jeff remembered who he was but couldn't remember who he was attached to or who the baby was, he must've picked a random host to be his owner. It must've been the feeding that messed with his memories, what if the more he feeds the more he forgets? Will he just be a pair of breasts with no thoughts at all? The questions concerned him greatly, but at the same time he couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt to release all that milk. It was like an orgasm better than anything he had ever felt before, he didn't know whether to be scared or excited. He just knew the coming days were going to be strange.