There was a flash of light. When the light cleared, two enormous breasts rested on Jasper’s chest. As Jasper watched in horror, a small bead of milk formed from each nipple.
“What just-” Jasper started. Before he could finish his sentence, however, Arrats and Eowyn each latched onto one of his nipples and began to suckle greedily. “Anya, explain!”
“I am not sure of what just happened,” Anya said. She frowned. “Perhaps some lingering magic from the amulet gave you lactating breasts.”
“How? I thought I would be back to normal!”
“Well, the spell was disrupted when I removed the amulet and you were unable to transform back to your proper self,” Anya said slowly. “A new mother would be able to nurse her children, so the lingering, corrupted spell gave you that ability.”
“Well, remove it!” Jasper snapped. Anya sighed.
“It is not that easy, my Prince.”
“What, I will be stuck with breasts forever?”
“No. I suspect once the children are weaned, the breasts will disappear, as they will no longer be needed.” Seeing the distraught look on Jasper’s face, Anya quickly spoke again. “But you will not need to wait quite that long. It will take some time, but I am sure I can make a spell to properly remove all traces of the amulet’s magic from your person.”
“Okay…” Jasper looked down at his happily nursing son and daughter. “And until then?”
“Until then, you feed your children,” Anya said simply. Jasper scowled. “What?”
“I wanted to finally leave this house to go for walks, to run errands, to just be outside. But now that I am no longer a pregnant man, I am a lactating man!”
“So?” Anya said. “There are many men in Wind’s Grove who nurse infants. Some are single fathers, some were the subject of errant spells. Some even do it full-time and work as wetnurses! In fact, I was going to suggest we hire my good friend Rominik, who is a male wetnurse, for the babies.”
“Hmph.”
“Of course, I could also disguise you as a woman,” Anya added. “Either by magically transforming you or by dressing you up in a gown and wig.” She raised an eyebrow at Jasper. “So, my Prince? What would you prefer?”