April looked lovingly at her son Zack. She was a newly created human, but knew everything Zack did and was normal with some
exceptions: she hadn't actually given birth to him, so she had a flawless body for a girl her age, without a stretch mark or gray hair. Also,
she thought nothing odd about that, or about being a mother at 16 - above all her knowledge she was filled with love for her new son.
Zack squirmed and gurgled happily at the sight of his new mother, as he overwrote reality to make April his true birth mother. Her
presence began to give him as much comfort as his gave her adoration. He began waving his arms in April's direction, smiling
toothlessly and whining for affection.
April lit up immediately. "Oh, I know just what my Zacky wants! Come here, you little cutie..." April stripped off her shirt, leaving herself
in jeans and a lacy bra that snugly hugged her teenage breasts. This was unhooked and discarded; now April picked up Zack and held
him to her naked boobs. April's chest was twin globes of fat and flesh, round and firm B-cups topped with cute, quarter-sized pink
nipples. They stiffened, sticking out and tickling Zack's cheek as April felt her pulse beat more powerfully in her chest. Zack's magic
made her breasts swell with each throb of her heart, and she watched in wonder as they were pumped larger, filling with milk for her
child. They tingled and ached as milk ducts swelled and demanded release, as her areolas grew puffier and half-dollar sized. Blue veins
radiated out from her nipples as her body developed into a nursing mother's. April grew
from a solid B-cup into a large C-cup, her early mature breasts sagging pleasantly and pressing against baby Zack.
Zack smiled and squealed happily as his mommy put his mouth to a nipple. April was filled with overwhelming devotion to and love for
her child as it nursed from her ripe boobs.