Suddenly, I smelled something. It was a faint, but delicious smell. Where was it coming from.
"What the hell?" I heard Jean whisper. She was looking down at herself. On the front of her blouse, there were two wet spots -- right where her nipples would be! That was impossible. I knew Jean was very careful about becoming pregnant. There was no way she could be lactating!
But then, there was no way I knew that I could have turned into a baby, either.
"You!" she said to Patient J. "Get out of here! I'll, I dunno, reschedule you or something. But you can't see what I have to do!"
Jean looked back at me as Patient J left the office. Or, at least, he started to. I could see him, behind Jean. He opened the door, but then he faded from view. Turned invisible, I thought!
"Just a moment, Greta," said Jean, setting me down. She took off her blouse, and then a bra. Sure enough, on each of her nipples, there was a clear white spot of milk.
I wanted to warn her that we were being watched. But I only gurgled.
"Don't worry, Dr. Von Hauser," she said. "I don't know how or why this is happening. But I do know you haven't eaten yet. And this is the only thing I can think of that you can have safely."
With that, she held me up to her nipple. I felt revolted at first, humiliated at what Patient J had done to us and was making us do. But then, again, I smelled the delicious scent. And I couldn't resist.
I opened my mouth, closed it on Jean's nipple, and began to suck. A a sweet, delicious, wonderfully natural taste filled my mouth.