“You’re quite welcome,” Jordan called out from the rooftop. He now needed to look up at the mountainous Gloria. “I do have one more gift to give you, but first you are going to fall asleep, and then…” Gloria felt woozy and had difficulty hearing what Jordan was telling her. Before she knew it, she was out like a light.
Gloria woke to the sound of her phone’s alarm going off. Sitting up in her bed, she stretched her arms overhead, breathing in deeply before exhaling. Her head felt a bit foggy, prompting her to shake off the sensation. “What a wild dream…” She then looked over to the nightstand and saw a bright orange pill and folded note next to her phone. Unfolding the note, it read: “Dear Gloria Martinez. Take this pill immediately.”
With a shrug, Gloria picked up the pill and consumed it. She felt a warmth spread over her before it faded. Looking back at the note, she saw more written on it: “Effects will never wear off regardless of what is said. Any attempt to circumvent into a form incapable of speech, a conscious will ALWAYS exist and can use thought as opposed to speech.”
“Weird…” Discarding the note, Gloria stood from her bed and proceeded into her kitchen. As she prepared herself a bowl of cereal, she opened the refrigerator to discover there was barely any milk left in the gallon jug. It was at that point her roommate, Heather, walked into the room holding her own bowl.
“Mornin’, Gloria.”
“Heather… did you seriously use up all the milk we had left?” Gloria looked annoyed toward the taller blonde woman in pajama pants and a stuffed sports bra.
“Uh, yeah… Sorry about that.” Heather placed her bowl in the sink, and said, “I’ll go pick some up more later.”
“Or, we can milk your fat tits so I can have some breakfast, too,” sniped Gloria.
“Okay, fine. If it’ll make you happy.” Heather approached Gloria and lifted her bra to let out one breast. She then kneaded an engorged nippled until milk began to leak. “Give me your bowl already.”
Gloria is taken aback at this sudden ability of Heather’s to lactate on command, let alone lactate at all. Once the cereal was swimming in breast milk, Heather turned around to walk away. “Now, I don’t want to hear you complain about it being warm. It’s not like I have temperature control in these things.”
Gloria stood flabbergasted for a moment before returning her attention to her breakfast. She eyed the dish and said aloud: “The breast milk in this bowl is cold.” She felt the bowl become cooler in her hand and took in a spoonful of cereal and breast milk. To her surprise, it tasted far sweeter than store-bought milk. She sat down at the table and began contemplating on how else to use this newfound power.