After Sara told me what she wanted me to do, I stared at her for a moment.
"Well, can you do it?" she asked.
"Yes, but -- it's gonna be weird," I said.
"I know. That's why I like the idea!"
"Okay, but first, let's go in the restaurant across the street and find a booth with some privacy."
"Okay. But, before that, I think you should change Mom a little more."
"What?" said Aunt Cathy. "I don't wanna ... "
Didn't matter. I made the wish, and Aunt Cathy grew younger and younger ...
A few minutes later, I walked into the restaurant with Sara, who was carrying her mother in her arms. Aunt Cathy was now a baby, only weeks old! But I could see in her eyes she was just aware enough of what was happening.
As we wanted, we found a booth no one could see easily if they just walked around the restaurant or came inside. We sat down, then Sara leaned over and told me "Okay. Fill 'em up!"
I mutter the wish, and Sara gasped. "Oh, Joe. Oh, my GOD! It feels so NICE! I can feel them, my breasts -- they're filling with milk!"
A minute later, Sara pulled the tail of her blouse out from her pants, and then put Aunt Cathy, the baby, under it.
"Now drink up, like a good baby! Or I may talk Joe into letting you stay as you are!"
I could see any resistance the little head had put up disappear, and it settled over Sara's left breast -- now a little larger than it had been. A look come over Sara's face, one of near-serenity.
"Is she doing it?" I asked her.
Checking to make sure no one else was looking, Sara unbuttoned the blouse and let me peek inside.
Sure enough, she was nursing her own mother!