Jon immediately felt like an idiot for saying something as lame as leaking, but his panicked mind couldn't properly berate him for it. His mom was downstairs ready to receive him; it seems she'd expected him at any moment, from how swiftly she'd undone his bra and replaced it with four suction cups on his breasts, connected to a surprisingly compact machine sitting on the table in the kitchen. He knew he was moaning, no matter how softly he did it and no matter how much he tried to hide it, and he saw Zoe - Mikey - in the doorway, watching him with a look of concern on his face, while also appearing to try very hard not to begin touching himself again.
"It's okay, honey, it'll be over in a minute," his mom said soothingly. He closed his eyes. He didn't want this to be over, as uncomfortable as it felt. It felt so much better than Mikey's touch as well, and was relieving a pressure he hadn't known the depth of. Jon would have guessed that gallons of milk were extracted from his massive mammaries before the machine finally slowed to a stop. "There. Now you'll probably just need two more milkings today," his mom said, smiling brightly at him. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
For once, it wasn't. Jon shook his head vehemently, smiling like an idiot, he knew. "Can you help me with my bra?" It was already dry, apparently made super-absorbent.
"Of course, dear." She helped him as before; he didn't think he would ever be able to do it on his own. A new thought was tugging at the back of his mind, nagging, as he walked back down the hall to find the top he'd thrown aside in a panic. That's something no guy would ever have felt... he thought, frowning faintly and touching a finger to his crotch, his wet panties. I'm not a guy anymore. I'm a... a milk maid.
He picked up his top, frowning at the four wet spots on it, and put it back on. It, and the bra, fit even more loosely than before. He thought he'd lost at least part of a size off of his swollen DD's. I'm going to have to start thinking of myself as one, at least for as long as this wish lasts, he - she - realized. Walking back into her room, she looked around for the box in which she kept her wishing stone, just to reassure herself of the temporary nature of the situation.
