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Mother's Milk
by Patricia

Josh had always been a shy, quiet boy.  His father had left his mother 
when he was quite young, and he often kept to himself.  His mother 
Rachel had often wondered if she had done the right things for him, had 
provided the right kinds of guidance and role models, but she had been 
so busy trying to support herself and her son that she barely noticed 
how young Josh had been growing up.

Now that Josh was 18, and Rachel was 35, they were about to have 
financial security for the first time.  A computer program that Rachel 
had developed had taken off, and she was able to quit her full time job 
and start her own company based on this first product.  In celebration 
of their new found wealth, they decided to move to a quiet mountain 
village, buy a beautiful home, and do most of their work via phone 
lines.  Now that Josh had graduated from High School, and didn't seem 
particularly interested in college, he began to work as his mother's 
secretary/assistant in her new business.

As the summer progressed in their new home, Rachel began to notice how 
Josh seemed different from other boys.  He rarely went out, had no 
friends, didn't seem much interested in finding girls to date, and was 
perfectly content to do chores normally expected of women.  She decided 
to confront Josh one evening after dinner.

"Honey, is there anything you want to talk about?"

"No, mom, not really."

"You seem a bit removed from things lately.  You never call any of your 
old friends from High School, and you stick pretty close to our house 
all day.  I think you need to get out and meet more kids your own age."

"Please mom, I'm really happy here.  This house is the most beautiful 
place we've ever been.  I love to walk in the woods and swim in our 
lake.  Besides, most guys my age are such jerks; all they do is want to 
drink and screw girls.  Women deserve better treatment than that," Josh 
seemed to have a wistful look in his eye.

Rachel was a bit surprised at Josh's opinion of his fellow young men, 
but asked "What do you mean about women?"

"Women are so beautiful, graceful, and enchanting.  The girls I knew in 
High School never had any of the problems I did with being popular, 
making friends, or feeling good about themselves."  Josh looked 
embarrassed for a moment, then continued, "and you, despite all the 
hard work you've had to do to keep us in food and shelter for all these 
years, are still the most beautiful person I know.  You always seem to 
have people who like you, and I like being with you."

Josh played with his napkin in embarrassment as his mother absorbed 
this new information.  She didn't know what to make of it.  She knew 
that Josh was telling the truth about most of what he said, but she 
could see with a mother's eye that he was really unhappy despite his 
brave words.  She also assessed Josh's opinion of her looks.  She was 
still quite beautiful, she thought to herself.  Her figure was a 
respectable 36C-24-37 and her weight of 123 pounds hadn't changed in 
fifteen years.  To a casual observer, she could pass for a woman in her 
mid-twenties, as her breasts had the slightest bit of sag to them, as 
might be expected after nursing a child.  Her assessment of her body 
was interrupted by the look Josh was giving her.  He was gazing at her 
with a mixture of longing and love.  She was touched by his love for 
her, and she reached across the table to stroke his cheek, tilted his 
chin up and looked into his tear-filled eyes.

"Josh honey, you're the best thing I've got in my life and I'd do 
anything to help make you happy.  I love you dear."  She leaned across 
the table and gave him a motherly kiss on the cheek.  Josh blushed 
deeply, and excused himself from the table.

Rachel continued to watch Josh over the next few days, and began making 
mental notes about his behavior.  He seemed to be most content when he 
was performing woman's tasks, and he even appeared to carry himself 
with a girl's gait.  At first she was troubled by this, and wondered if 
her son was gay.  But when she confronted him about that possibility, 
he sputtered that he was not gay, and certainly didn't want any guy 
messing with him.  Still, something didn't ring true about Josh's 
statements.

Rachel continued to struggle over her son's feelings until one day 
while on a long walk in the woods she ran into an elderly woman sitting 
by the edge of a stream.  Something about the woman compelled Rachel to 
go to her and sit down next to her.  They sat in silence for a long 
time, watching the water swirl beneath them.  Finally the old woman 
spoke.

"Your son's problems are not uncommon.  He is not who he should be."

Rachel thought for a moment about her words, and was surprised at 
herself for not being surprised that the old woman knew what was on her 
mind.  Knowing that the old woman was special, Rachel asked her "What 
should I do for him?"

"You must nurture him, allow him to become the person he needs to be to 
be happy."

"How can I best do that?  Haven't I been doing that lately?  I know I 
wasn't there for him when he was young but I couldn't-"

"You've done nothing wrong, dear."  The old woman cut her off.  "But if 
you're willing, I can help speed things along in ways that would 
surprise most people."

"I love my son, and there's nothing I wouldn't do to help him."

"Then take this vial and drink it down.  By tomorrow afternoon you'll 
know how to best nurture him."

Rachel took the beautiful vial filled with pink liquid that the old 
woman proffered.  She hesitated only a moment, then drank the stuff 
down in a single gulp.  A warmth spread through her as she felt the 
liquid slide down her throat.  She handed that bottle back to the old 
woman who returned it to the folds of her skirt from which it had come. 
 They sat again in silence for a while before the old woman got up to 
leave.

"I'll see you again, dear.  Good Luck, and my the goddess be with you."

Rachel thanked her, and wondered what had just happened as she watched 
the old woman slowly walk away down a slender path that led into the 
woods.  She returned home that eveing to find dinner ready and waiting 
for her.  Josh had cooked a wonderful meal of brook trout and garden 
vegetables from the garden he had been working on.  It was actually 
their first meal that came from their own resources on their mountain 
hideaway.

After dinner Rachel felt tired and told Josh she would be going to bed 
early.  She left him as he worked on uploading the latest version of a 
new program to their agent in the city, and fell asleep quickly.  As 
she slept, she dreamed of when Josh was an infant, and of breast 
feeding him, changing his diapers, and toting him to work every day.  
The memories in the dreams were most good, and she slept well.

The next morning at breakfast, Josh noticed that something was 
different about his mother.  Although it was subtle, she looked ten 
years younger than her normal young looking self.  And, as the sun 
outlined her body through the white nightgown she was wearing, Josh 
could help but notice that her breasts seemed bigger and higher on her 
chest.  Rachel noticed Josh's stares as she ravenously devoured the 
breakfast Josh had prepared for her.  She looked down and was startled 
to notice that her breasts were in fact bigger than ever before.  They 
looked close to a D cup, and her nipples seemed larger than ever.  As 
she looked at her chest, her nipples responded by enlarging and poking 
little tents in the front of her nightgown.  Both Rachel and Josh 
gasped at the sight of her now engorged nipples.  They were at least a 
half-an-inch long and as big as one of her fingers.

"Mom, you've had three helpings of cereal so far."

"I know.  I don't know what's going on, but I seem to be very hungry.  
I feel fine, however.  So don't you worry about a thing."  Rachel 
secretly wondered if all this had to do with the potion she drank.  
"Josh, you haven't eaten a thing.  Aren't you hungry?"

"Nah, for some reason I don't feel very hungry right now.  Maybe I'll 
have a big lunch."

The rest of the morning passed quickly, with the nice surprise of a big 
check from their agent that signified the success of one of their 
newest programs.  As lunch approached, Rachel felt both very hungry and 
her breasts felt very full.  She was reminded of her dreams of breast 
feeding and the feelings she had when she was nursing Josh.  Although 
her breasts and body felt different now, some of the urges and feelings 
were similar.  She went into Josh's room to see how he was doing.

Josh was curled up on his bed, still in his pj's, holding onto his 
stomach.  "Something's wrong, mom, I'm feeling sort of hungry, but when 
I tried to eat some food, I felt sick to my stomach."

Rachel sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked his hair, feeling 
the slight fever that had come over him.  As she touched his hair, a 
surge washed through her breasts, and she knew what she had to do.  She 
could feel the skin on her breasts tightening as they swelled with 
milk.  Her right nipple began to slowly leak milk into her bra.  "Josh 
honey, I think I know what you need," she said as she slipped her shirt 
off her shoulders.  "Come here baby, your mama gonna make things 
better," she continued as she unsnapped the clasp at the front of her 
bra.  Her engorged tits sprang free of their confines and stood proudly 
on her chest.  Despite the milk that weighed them down, they didn't 
sag.  Her nipples were both swollen and now both were slowly leaking 
warm, mother's milk which dripped slowly down her breasts and onto her 
stomach.

Josh was entranced by the view of his mother's magnificent breasts and 
was drawn slowly to her nipples.  As if in a trance, Josh snuggled up 
to his mother and let her cradle his head as he slowly and gently 
placed his lips over her right nipple.  Rachel sighed contentedly as 
she felt both erotic and motherly feelings spread from the nipple Josh 
suckled over her entire body.  Josh's whole world was suddenly focused 
on his mother's nipple and the warm, sweet milk which gushed from her 
breasts.  He slurped and sucked and drank as fast as he could, but the 
milk was now pouring from his mother's breasts.  The mild satisfied the 
hunger that had plagued him all morning, and filled him with warmth and 
love for his mother.  When one breast had emptied, he switched to the 
other and drained that one.  By the time he had finished, almost an 
hour had passed.

Rachel felt wonderful.  Josh's suckling had relieved the pressure from 
her breasts, and now he was sleeping like a baby.  She looked down at 
her son and smiled.  He was such a darling, so kind, so sweet.  She 
hoped that the old woman's potion was going to work, and somehow she 
knew that it would.  She put on a loose robe and returned to her office 
and finished up one of her projects for the rest of the afternoon.

By that evening, Rachel had fixed her own dinner as Josh was still 
sleeping.  During the afternoon her breasts had refilled and she knew 
that Josh was going to need another feeding.  She was secretly turned 
on by the prospect of nursing her son again and went into her bedroom 
to change.  She put on a soft and flowing nightgown that left little to 
the imagination, brushed out her long hair until it softly glowed a 
polished brown, and went into Josh's room.

Josh was still curled up on his bed, but he was beginning to stir.  As 
she sat down on the bed next to him, she noticed that Josh seemed 
changed.  Josh sat up slowly and looked at his mother.  "God, mom, 
you're beautiful."  Rachel blushed a bit, and gently kissed her son on 
the cheek.  She could feel the softness of his skin and noticed that it 
smelled different, almost like a baby's skin."  Josh, how do you feel?"

Josh stretched a bit, and looked himself over.  "I feel great, but" as 
he stole a glance at his mother's breasts, "I'm awfully hungry again."  
Josh then noticed a few of the changes that his mother had already 
mentally noted.  His skin felt softer and there was fewer hairs on his 
arms and legs.  He seemed the slightest bit shorter than his normal 
6'1'' and his normally short hair on his head seemed at least an inch 
longer, his bangs now brushing against his eyebrows.  "What's happening 
to me?" he asked without fear in his voice, just curiosity.

"Josh, I met an old woman who said that you weren't the person you were 
supposed to be, and that if I nurtured you, you could become happy."

Josh thought about what his mother had just said, felt it made sense, 
and asked "well, what are we waiting for.  Let's see where this will 
take us."  He smiled at his mother and reached for her breasts.  Rachel 
was filled with love for her son and hugged him tightly, her breasts 
squashed against his chest.  "Are you sure you want to journey into 
this unknown?" she asked, tenderly holding his face in front of hers.

"Yes, mom, I know that you would never do anything to hurt me, and I 
know that I've not been happy.  So any change, no matter what it is, is 
probably going to be better than things as they are."  They looked into 
each other's eyes and then forgetting for a moment their status as 
mother and son, they gently kissed each other on the lips.  As their 
lips softly slid against one another's, Josh let his tongue slip inside 
his mother's mouth, caressing her teeth and tongue.  A moan emanated 
from Rachel as she enjoyed the erotic feel of this sexual touch.  As 
they broke the kiss, Rachel gently guided her son's lips to her waiting 
breasts where he quickly attached himself and suckled each one dry.

Josh could feel the hunger that had build up all afternoon begin to 
subside as he drank deeply from his mother's breasts.  With each gush 
of warm milk down his throat, the feelings of warmth and comfort spread 
over his entire body.  It almost felt like his body was tingling from 
head to toe.  After he finished draining his mother's breasts, he 
continued to keep his arms wrapped around her waist and rested his head 
in her lap.  Rachel leaned against the headboard and held her son's 
head in her lap, gently stroking his head as they both enjoyed the 
closeness and warmth of each other's body.  They fell asleep in that 
position.

In the morning they awoke and immediately began feeding.  Rachel 
noticed that Josh's hair was even longer, now at least four inches 
long, and she had to keep brushing it out of his face as he suckled her 
breasts.  He also seemed smaller, shorter, and softer.  Josh also felt 
the changes that had happened overnight, and he began to suspect that 
he was changing into the marvelous, graceful creatures he had always 
admired: women.  He was thrilled that his hair now hung almost to his 
shoulders, and it seemed thicker and softer than every before.  His 
head also seemed lighter, smaller, and his lips seemed bigger and 
softer as he wrapped them around his mother's nipple.

Rachel also began to suspect what was happening to her son, and she too 
was secretly thrilled with the prospect.  She looked on the soft 
features of her still recognizable son's face, and felt a wave of 
desire move through her body.  Her pussy grew warm and wet and she 
moved her hips against Josh's body as he lay across her lap, suckling 
at her breast.  She hadn't been with a man in some time, and wondered 
why the prospect of her son becoming a woman filled her with desire.  
Josh felt his mother stir beneath him and attacked her breasts with 
vigor.  Rachel couldn't help herself, and reached down and began to 
play with herself.  She teased her clit and rubbed her juices all over 
her vagina.  Her labia grew swollen and the musky smell of arousal 
filled Josh's room.  Josh switched breasts and Rachel grew closer and 
closer to orgasm.  She let the feelings build slowly, stroking and 
teasing her clit as she enjoyed the erotic feel of her son pulling and 
tugging on her swollen nipples.  Just as Josh finished, a tidal wave of 
pleasure washed over her as she came, her hips twitching, her thighs 
jumping, and a low moan filled the room.

Josh fell asleep again, and Rachel slowly got up from the bed.  She 
stumbled into the kitchen and ate a huge breakfast, and then returned 
to Josh's room and slipped into bed next to him.  They both slept 
through the morning, tucked into one another like spoons in a drawer.  
Near lunch time, they both awoke and explored the changes that had 
occurred.

Josh's hair was now at least a foot long and thick and wavy.  His face 
no longer looked masculine, but had high cheekbones, soft full lips, 
and arched feminine eyebrows.  His eyes seemed bigger, wider, and his 
eyelashes were long and full.  His skin was soft and smooth over his 
entire body.  Josh ran his smaller and more delicate hands over his 
smaller and more feminine torso, thrilling at the beginnings of a 
woman's narrow high waist and wide full hips.  He was now about the 
same height as his mother's 5'9'' and probably weighed close to her 123 
pounds.  His penis and scrotum had shrunk visibly and was beginning to 
recede into his body, and his chest was smooth, hairless, and sported 
two larger aureole with tiny pink nipples than his normal male chest 
had.

Josh attached himself to his mother's breasts again, savoring the 
sweet, warm taste as it poured down his throat.  With each pulse of his 
mother's milk rushing into his mouth, he could feel similar pulses in 
his body.  He soon drained each breast and again fell into a deep 
sleep.  Rachel again fed herself, and feeling exhausted again, crawled 
into bed with her son.

When they awoke later that afternoon, Josh's transformation was nearly 
complete.  His hair was down to the middle of his back and his torso 
was unmistakably feminine.  His shoulders had narrowed, his waist had 
risen, and his hips and ass had widened.  His legs were smooth and 
feminine, and his feet and hands were that of a young girl.  His chest 
had two small, A cupped sized breasts with conical nipples that stuck 
out nearly as much as his mother's, and his penis and scrotum had 
nearly disappeared.  His crotch was merely a flat, wrinkled surface 
with few distinguishing characteristics of any gender topped with a 
small triangle of soft brown hair.

"I'm almost there," Josh gushed excitedly, thrilling with the breathy 
soprano his voice had become.  He pushed his girlish body against his 
mother's and kissed her deeply.  His small breasts pressed into his 
mother's massive ones, their nipples erect and sliding past one 
another's.  Rachel felt herself become more aroused than ever before 
and ground her crotch into her son's wide hips.  She quickly came to a 
shattering orgasm that shook the bed as she screamed with joy.  Josh 
held tight to his mother as she jumped and thrashed, hoping that he 
would soon enjoy similar feelings.

As Rachel calmed down, she felt Josh re-attach himself to her breasts, 
sucking the milk from her stiff nipples.  His hips still rested against 
her crotch, and she grabbed his soft and full ass and pressed his body 
into hers.  They stayed like that until Josh had drained both breasts 
and he slid off his mother to one side, one leg draped over her hips 
and one arm across her breasts.  Josh snuggled up close to her, 
nestling his soft, small breasts on either side of her torso, feeling 
the warmth of his mother's body next to his.

"Josh, honey.  We have to think of your new name by tonight's feeding" 
Rachel told him as they both drifted off to sleep again, entwined in 
each other's arms.  They awoke again near dinner time, and both felt 
very hungry.  As Josh sat up, however, he noticed that he had 
significant new developments on his body.  He was now the near twin of 
his mother.  His soft, full, dark hair hung to his ass; his breasts 
swung heavily against his chest and were topped by large swollen 
nipples the same size as his mothers.  His waist was a tiny 22 inches, 
a bit smaller than his mother's, and his hips were the same 37 inches.  
Both he and his mother gasped as they noted his newly formed and 
already wet vagina.  Josh slipped a finger down the wet, warm slit to 
test and was pleased when he found his birth canal and sunk his middle 
finger all the way into his body.  His vagina gripped the new invader 
and Josh felt new muscles pulse around his trapped finger.

"Honey, I don't feel full" Rachel said as she squeezed her breasts 
looking for signs that she still had milk.  She was rewarded with a 
brief spurt of milk from her nipple, but she wasn't filled with the 
need for release.  Josh assessed his own needs and decided that what he 
really needed was food.  "You're right, mom, I don't feel that type of 
hunger.  But I do feel hungry, if you know what I mean."

With that, they both walked into Rachel's room and looked for something 
to wear.  Rachel put on the simple, elegant, and flowing white 
nightgown that she had worn before and handed her son a short, pale 
blue gown that hung to his mid-thigh, showing off his beautiful legs.  
Josh adjusted his large breasts in the cups of the gown, loving how 
they bulged out from his chest and swung and bounced as he walked.  He 
ran his hands down the front of his breasts, teasing his nipples into 
erection.  He looked across at his mother and discovered that she had 
done the same thing.  They both took a step towards each other, gazing 
into each other's eyes.

"Mom, you're still the most beautiful person I know.  I don't know why, 
but I want to kiss you and hold you real bad."  Josh's breathing had 
become heavy and irregular, his new breasts heaving and swaying as he 
stood inches from his mother.

"Thank you honey, you're the sweetest son a person could ask for."  
Rachel suddenly giggled, "but you're certainly not my son anymore."

"No, I guess not," Josh giggled too.  "Hello, I'm Joanne, and I love 
you."

"Joanne, pleased to meet you.  I'm Rachel, and I love you too."  They 
both closed the final inches between them, encircling their arms around 
each other and kissed tenderly and deeply.  Joanne thrilled to the 
feelings of her soft, full lips being gently nibbled and kissed by 
Rachel's equally feminine lips.  Their full, heavy breasts with their 
large, stiff nipples swayed and brushed against one another's as their 
hands roamed their soft and full rear-ends.  After a passionate tongue 
duel, they broke apart, both breathing heavily.

"I think you should call me Rachel, and I'll call you Joanne.  That 
will solve some problems I think we're about to have."

"O.k. Rachel.  Let's have our first problem now, and we'll eat dinner 
later" Joanne seductively said as she grabbed Rachel's hand and led her 
to the large queen-sized bed.  Rachel suddenly became the aggressor and 
pinned Joanne beneath her.  "I've had some orgasms over the past day or 
so, and you haven't had one yet.  I think I need to take care of this 
problem first."  Joanne giggled in anticipation as Rachel began kissing 
her neck and shoulders.  She tugged Joanne's gown free of her shoulders 
and attacked Joanne's breasts like she had been attacking hers for the 
past few days.  Joanne gasped as she felt her former mother's lips and 
teeth suck and nip at her nipples, feeling a warmth and erotic tension 
fill her breasts and start a tingling in her crotch.

As Rachel continued to nurse Joanne's new breasts, she worked Joanne's 
gown off her body and ran her fingers lightly up and down her torso.  
Joanne began squirming in delight as Rachel's fingers teased her soft, 
sensuous skin.  She spread her legs and thrust her hips into the air, 
hoping to urge Rachel to give some attention to her new vagina and the 
warmth and itch that had risen in her womb.  Rachel moved slowly from 
Joanne's breasts down her stomach, to her hips, then her thighs, and 
finally to her pussy.  She slowly inserted a finger into her new 
lover's/former son's wet, warm hole and wiggled the tip of her finger 
around the cervix at the base of her former son's womb.

Joanne gasped and groaned as Rachel's finger hit the base of her womb 
and began to tug at her own breasts.  Her mind was filled with a 
powerful, building sexual tension that ruled her world.  She felt 
Rachel lower her lips to her clitoris and begin to suck and twirl her 
tongue around her nubbin.  Joanne's thighs began to quiver as the 
sexual tension rose.  Her hips began to jump uncontrollably and she 
tugged on her nipples with delirious abandon.  She thrilled to the soft 
silky feel of her long hair on her shoulders and arms, to the stiff 
erections of her nipples, and to the increasingly pleasurable 
sensations rising from her crotch.  Rachel jammed a second finger up 
Joanne's pussy and doubled her efforts with her tongue.  Joanne began 
shaking from top to toe, her breasts bouncing on her chest, and reached 
down to hold Rachel's head against her crotch.  Suddenly the wall burst 
open and the incredibly powerful waves of a female orgasm washed over 
Joanne's body.  She screamed in pleasure, and felt her body jump and 
shake all over.  She felt a gush of warm fluid flow from her pussy and 
drench Rachel's face.  The orgasm seemed to last for an eternity, but 
finally the waves slowed down and soon they were cuddled in each 
other's arms, stroking each other's breasts and waists.

"That was the most incredible feeling I've every experienced," Joanne 
said.

"Just wait until we get a man up here," Rachel said with a smile.  
"Then you'll really become a member of womanhood."

to be continued ?
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