Dream Milk

Chapter 1
Dream Milk

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Chapter Description: Jack is looking to change his life, by moving from his family home to the beautiful shores of Hawaii, then Carole enters his life. Perhaps he will find change a little closer to home. It may not be exactly what he expected, but maybe it's what he needed all along.

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Her milk is warm, sweet, and satisfying. In fact I can think of almost

nothing else. All that had been so important to me pales in comparison

to the comfort it brings. I realize that I am about to lose all that I

have, all that I am, to her, but I can’t stop feeding.

My mind begins to numb as I resign myself to my fate.

Chapter One:

"Hi I’m Jack," I say as I shake the young man’s hand with confidence.

Showing prospective buyers around the house where I had grown up, the

only home I had ever known, is a difficult proposition at best. Truly, I

am torn.

Removing the keys from my pocket, I clutch them tightly and think about

the choice I have made.

"To the left is the kitchen, which is completely original. The marble

counters are from Carrara Italy. The cupboards are solid mahogany, not

veneer, as you would find in most newer homes."

"When was the house built?" the man asks as he runs his fingers across

the countertop.

"The original construction began in 1939. The interior was completed

after the war. My grandfather and his brothers built many of the homes

in this neighborhood. They were master carpenters, as you can see."

Nervous, I begin to play with the keys, which are attached to the ring

wrapped around my finger. Realizing that I have drawn their attention, I

grip the keys tightly.

In one hand I have the security of a good job and a solid home with a

rich history, In the other is the opportunity for a fresh start, a new

life, full of adventure.

"...but this is their crowning achievement." My words are spoken from a

heart of purest pride.

While the man seems quite interested in the craftsmanship and history of

the home, his wife looks to be somewhat distracted. Her nervousness

having been apparent from the moment she stepped in. There is something

odd about how she looks at me. As we walk through the house I catch her

staring. At first she seems to be analyzing me, but when she realizes I

have noticed, her countenance abruptly changes.

Becoming embarrassed she turns away, directly into a floor lamp,

knocking it over. "Oh my! I am so sorry. Did I break it?" Her face turns

a brilliant shade of pink as she fumbles to put it right.

"No worries," I reply in the most reassuring way I can muster. It was,

after all, my grandmother’s favorite brass floor lamp. "Everything in

the house comes with the sale," There is a moment of quiet as her

husband seems to scold her with his eyes. "Except me, that is."

"Excuse me?" she replies with a startled, yet curious tone.

"I am not part of the sale." I smile, in an attempt to put her at ease.

"Well that makes me sad. I think you are quite lovely," she says,

displaying the first real smile I have seen from either of them since

they arrived. She looked from me, to her husband, and nodded slightly.

"We’ll take it," The man says with a finality that catches me off-guard.

I pause for a moment, attempting to take it all in. Last month I had

quit my job, and now I have just sold my family home. This is really

happening. The thought of lying on a beach in Hawaii does not ease the

ache in my heart, as I realize what I am about to lose. The lady, seeing

my concern, raises her eyebrows in an attempt to prompt her husband to

further action.

"We’ll pay your full price," the man adds, in a desperate attempt to

close the deal.

I look around the room for a moment, taking it all in.

"Well? Do we have a deal?"

I quickly remind myself that I have already made this decision and can

no longer turn back. "Yes." I reach out my hand. "Yes, we have a deal."

A most self-satisfied smile crosses the man’s face. The lady soon

follows. "Well then, that’s it." He shakes my hand. "When can you have

the papers drawn up?"

"Give me your information and I will send it to the title company first

thing in the morning," I reply. Their excitement is contagious turning

my thoughts to the future, palm trees, and waves.

"Here’s my card, have them call me. I will have the bank draft the check

as soon as I have the final dollar amount." The card he hands me is on

fine linen paper, embossed with gold letters. It has nothing but a name

and phone number.

"Samuel Langford... It’s nice to meet you Mr. Langford. Mrs. Langford. I

will have the company call you as soon as they have everything sorted

out."

"Thank you Jack. We look forward to it." With that they turn and leave

the house. Mrs. Langford grabbing hold of her husband’s arm, turns to

him and says, "I’m so excited Honey. We can finally have a family of our

own."

I watch them get into their car and leave. Closing the door I turn back

to the loneliness of the house.

"Family."

Chapter Two:

A few days later I find myself sitting on my usual stool at the bar,

lost in thought, or is it regret? I take a small sip of my drink.

"You’re really nursing those tonight aren’t you Jack?" Grant, the

bartender, is not the best at making small talk, but he mixes a mean

Manhattan. "Got a lot on your mind tonight?" he asks, putting on his

best concerned expression.

"Thanks. I’m okay. No worries. I’m closing on my house tomorrow, then

It’s off to Hawaii! Well... after I get my tickets anyway," I reply with

a half-hearted smile.

"Okay. Have fun pal. Let me know when you’re ready for another one," It

was obvious he didn’t really care. I think he was just glad that he

didn’t have to listen to any more of my stories of heartache. Grant

stands there looking at me for a moment then, having become visibly

uncomfortable, moves on to another customer.

As soon as Grant leaves my end of the bar, someone walks up and sits

next to me.

"I like a man who knows how to nurse." I look up to see Carole. She’s

somewhat new to the bar. I had seen her sitting in the corner booth

quite a bit lately. She was usually alone, like me. Though once in a

while a guy would approach her. She always turned them away, and no

wonder, she’s beautiful.

Her soft curly brown hair, which hangs just below her shoulders and

drapes across her forehead like a Hollywood starlet, has a slight auburn

color to it that catches the light in the most amazing way. Her skin is

silky smooth with a milky complexion that sets off her brilliant blue

eyes. She has a figure that would make any man lust after her. So what I

am now asking myself is, ’Why she is talking to me?’

"Cat got your tongue tonight Jack?" she says, curling her lips ever so

slightly into a devious smile that makes me want her even more.

"You know my name?" I’m stunned. Here sits the lady that every man who

sets foot in the bar wants and can never have, and she knows my name.

"Of course I know your name. I’ve been sitting in that corner booth for

over a month. I know you saw me Jack."

"Ummm... yeah, I... I... saw you, yeah." What kind of idiot am I,

stuttering like a schoolboy?

Who am I kidding? I’m the guy who never even kissed a girl before. None

would have me. So again I ask myself, why would she even talk to me?

"I’ve been watching you. Listening to your stories. I think I can help

you Jack."

I am certain when she first said my name, my jaw actually dropped. I saw

the look on her face. She knew she had me, it was obvious. No matter

what she said from that point on she had me.

"Grant, can you get me another delicious ginger ale? Oh, and another

Manhattan for my new friend here."

"Why are you talking to me? I mean, I am not the most manly guy in here

and I’m probably ten years older than you, if not fifteen."

It’s true, I never was a very manly looking guy. My body was more than

slim. I was slight, you might even call me gangly. No matter what I

tried I was never able to put on muscle. Well, I guess I never really

tried that hard. I just wasn’t the jock type.

In high school I signed up for a weight training class, thinking that

maybe I would be able to build some muscle and get a girlfriend. The

only result I saw was a substantial increase in the amount I was picked

on. I never was like the other guys. I tended to prefer romantic movies

and books, to sports or studies. In the end I thought it best to just

blend into the background.

She leans into me, pressing her soft breasts into my arm, and in a very

seductive voice says, "I think you’re perfect."

Grant delivers another round for each of us. I panic. Downing what

little is left of the drink I had been nursing, I pick up the fresh

glass and drink it down. "Keep "€˜em coming Grant."

"Easy Tiger, If you have too many of those you won’t be any good to me,"

Waving Grant off, she takes one last sip of ginger ale, and turns back

to face me. "Sweetie, I know you’re nervous, but you don’t need to be.

Let me take care of the tab, then we can head over to my place. You can

drink more there if you’d like," With that she places my hand on her

left breast. It is soft, yet quite firm. She pushes my hand tighter

against her blouse. I feel a warm damp sensation on my palm. Pulling my

hand away, I see a wet spot forming on her blouse. Looking me in the

eyes she pulls her wrap around to conceal the stain, gets up from her

chair, grabs a fifty out of her purse and places it on the counter.

"Have a good night Grant." She turns around with a puzzled look on her

face. "Well, are you coming or not?" I get up, quickly as I can, grab my

jacket and follow her out. The look on Grant’s face, watching us leave

together, is priceless.

Chapter Three:

I wake up as we arrive at her house. the dash clock shows 12:37, which

tells me that I have slept nearly half an hour. She had insisted on

driving, since it was beginning to rain, and I had been drinking. Having

her drive, as it turns out, may not have been such a bad idea after all.

"We’re here Darling. You can wake up now."

I look up to see a beautiful Victorian era home, with a wrap-around

porch and gazebo out back. She parks my car under the porte cochere and

turns off the key. Turning to me with hunger in her eyes, she tears open

her blouse to reveal her engorged breasts. The areolas are puffed out,

and Droplets of milk are forming on her pert nipples. "I am aching for

you and can’t wait any longer."

I do not need any more invitation than that. I twist myself around,

pressing my mouth hard to her right breast, and begin sucking. It tastes

sweet, and after the initial pressure is releaved, I am surprised that I

have to work to keep it flowing. It takes me a minute to really get the

hang of it, after all, I have never been with a girl before. I never had

the confidence to ask anyone out, and now here I am in the front seat of

my car getting to second base with a gorgeous young woman.

It seems a bit odd that she has milk. Does she have a baby in the house?

Does she provide breast milk for other people’s kids? Aw heck, I don’t

care. It tastes so good. So this is why she didn’t want me to drink too

much. She needed me to have room left to empty her swollen breasts. I

swallow her milk down in gulp after gulp, until at last the milk stops

flowing.

I playfully flick her nipple with my tongue as I reach my right hand

into her open top, moving slowly down toward her skirt. Quickly her hand

reaches down firmly grabbing my wrist.

"Not yet Sugar. You have more to do up here," She turns her body and

places her left nipple into my mouth. This is amazing. Looking up at her

beautiful face, feeling the softness of her skin, and the taste of the

warm, sweet milk coming from her creamy white breast puts me over the

edge. I begin to feel strange, new sensations growing all over my body.

The skin on my chest feels as though it is getting tight, my nipples

begin to tingle. The feelings are like waves moving down through the

inside of my abdomen until they almost reach my groin. They grow to the

point where they’re so strong, inside my belly, that I cum in my pants.

"Did that feel good?" she says with a smile? "Is my little Jackie

enjoying mommy’s milk?"

I can do nothing but lie here on the front seat of my car, my head

cradled in her arm, sucking the last of the milk from her. She runs her

fingers through my hair while the waves of pleasure slowly diminish. My

cock, still pulsating, empties the last of my cum into my now soaked

underwear. I honestly don’t care about the mess I just made. Somehow I

feel at ease. Her soft flesh touching my lips comforts me.

Having had my fill of milk, I soon fall back asleep, feeling safe and

warm in her embrace.

Chapter Four:

My bladder wakes me. I open my eyes to find that I am lying with my head

on Carole’s lap. She looks down at my face, in a sweet maternal way. It

doesn’t seem weird, instead it makes me feel at peace. If my bladder

were not saying otherwise, I could stay here forever.

"How are you doing Honey?" she asks in a sweet maternal voice.

Realizing there is no better way to say it, I mumble, "Ummm, I have to

go to the bathroom."

"Well then, we best get you in the house before you make a mess in your

pants."

I get up and remember that I already have a mess to deal with. I have a

load of cum in my underwear, which is turning from wet to dry and

sticky. I notice it has soaked through my underwear and into my jeans.

Carole opens the door to the house and holds it for me. as I make my way

around the car and up to the house. At this point I am certain she has

seen the large wet stain on my pants. It is evident on her face. She

tries to hold back a smile as I walk past. "It’s the second door on the

left. While you take care of things, I will get you something to change

into."

As I make my way through the kitchen and down the hall, I had to lift

the hem of my pants to keep them from catching under the heals of my

shoes. I make it to the bathroom in time and close the door. I unzip my

pants only to find that there is no way I can easily pull my dick out,

and pee standing up, without making a total mess. I will have to take my

pants and my underwear off and... "Oh man, what am I going to say to

her?" There is no way she will ever go out with me again after this. I

undo the button on my pants and quickly drop them and my underwear, and

sit down in one quick move.

As the pee hits the water I look down to see a bunch of pubic hair stuck

to the cum inside my underwear. "Ewww, gross," I say without thinking.

Then it hits me. ’If my pubes are there, what do I have...?’ I grab the

bottom of my shirt, which is bunched up on my lap, completely covering

my manhood. Pulling the shirt up I see that I still have hair down

there, just not as much as before. It’s thinned out thanks to the fact

that I fell asleep with what amounts to quick-set glue in my briefs.

’Whew, what was I thinking? It’s not like I was going to be bald.’

"How are you doing in there?" comes a sweet voice from outside the door.

"I... I’m okay... I guess." And by okay I mean totally mortified.

"Everything you need to take a bath is in there. If you unlock the door

I will bring you some clothes to change into."

"Okay, thank you. Ummm... I have a question. Why did you choose me? I

mean, you could have had any of those guys at the bar. Why me?" ’Oh man!

Why did I just ask that?’

There’s silence on the other side of the door, then finally she speaks.

"Well, I suppose it was the opportunity for a fresh start. A new life so

to speak. Maybe a little adventure."

"Oh, I understand. We are alike in that way I guess." I reach down to

shake the pee off the tip before I get up, but things do not feel quite

right. Maybe it’s shrinkage from being in all that moisture. Like being

in a pool.

I reach down and slip my shoes off, then getting up off the toilet I

step out of my pants and use my feet to remove my socks. I walk over to

the beautiful, white porcelain claw-foot bathtub and turn the water on.

I place the stopper in and wait for the tub to fill up. It looks like it

will take a few minutes, so I decide to rinse my briefs, since it may

not go over well if I leave them for her.

After everything is cleaned up I unlock the door, take my shirt off, and

drop into the tub. The water feels good. As the water warms my skin I

begin to relax. Eyes closed, i lean back. A knock at the door jars me

back to reality. "Just a minute!" I call out, while pulling the curtain

toward the front of the tub. "Okay, you can come in now."

I hear her enter and set some things down on the counter before

gathering my stuff off the floor. "Oh, wow. You made quite a mess." The

embarrassment is horrible as I realize she is picking up my cum stained

pants.

"Thank you for rinsing out your underwear."

"You’re welcome. Ummm... I’m sorry." The pain of the moment is clear in

my voice. If I could run out of the house and never look back I am sure

I would, but I need to stay at least long enough to get cleaned up and

put on a change of clothes, for the ride home.

"Maybe next time you should wear a diaper," she says with an audible

smile.

Oh my god. Did she just say that?

"It would definitely make it easier to clean up." She giggles lightly.

I force a sarcastic laugh, in an attempt to lighten the mood, and at the

same time let her know that is just not happening.

"Well, I am finished in here. Just come out when you are done. I’ll put

your things in the wash." She quietly exits the room, leaving me to my

thoughts.

Grabbing the bar of soap I begin rubbing it on my arms and chest. It is

then that I notice the hair floating in the tub. "What the heck?!" I

look at the soap and it too is covered in hair. "Oh no no no no." I

finally get a beautiful woman who is willing to be with me and now this?

"Is it the soap?" I stand up and watch as all my body hair rinses away,

including what was left of my pubic hair and even my legs. ’Well, it

can’t be the soap. I just started using it.’ I remember that there was

hair in my underwear, a lot of it. ’Is my sperm that strong?’ I didn’t

wash it off before I got in here. "No. That doesn’t make any sense."

"Is everything okay in there?" her voice, although quiet, shouts above

my panic. ’Wait. What did she say about me wearing a diaper? Was she

joking or was she trying to tell me something?’

"Helllooo... Are you okay?"

What can I say? I can’t exactly ask her if she did this to me. So what

do I do?

"Jack? Are you okay sweetie?" She seems genuinely concerned. I have to

think. Maybe this is some sort of stress related onset alopecia?

"I’m fine. Sorry. I will be out in a minute." I sit back down and grab

the hand mirror from the tray beside the tub.

"Okay. I was getting worried that you had hurt yourself. Be careful in

there. I just got you, and I don’t think you would be easily replaced.

I’m going to get some cookies ready for when you get out, okay?"

I look at my face and see that I still have my eyebrows and the hair on

my head is firmly rooted. In fact I am in need of another haircut.

"Whew!" Thank god for small miracles. "Ummm... Yeah, cookies sound good

to me. Thanks."

"Okay. Take your time." I hear her walking toward the kitchen. "...and

don’t worry about the mess. I will take care of it."

Not wanting to take a chance I wash the rest of my body with the soap,

but not my hair or face. ’I already lost my pubes, what would it hurt to

wash my body with soap now?’

I finish cleaning up, pull the drain stopper, grab the towel, and begin

to dry myself off. My hairless skin is really smooth making me feel

extra clean and fresh. It is an odd feeling when I dry under my arms and

my groin area. everything is a lot softer and more sensitive than

before, especially my privates. Even my legs have more feeling. The air

touching my bare skin feels much cooler than before. ’Maybe that is why

girls are always complaining about being cold.’ I dry my feet one at a

time as I step out onto the bath mat.

I look at my dick and see that it has once again shrunk, likely due to

the hot bath water. From my vantage point, I look like a pruned up

little kid down there. The fact that it’s bald only heightens the

effect. On the counter is a pile of clothes. Some sweatpants, a t-shirt

and a pair of white cotton PANTIES?! "Is she serious? There is no way."

I set the underwear and shirt aside, and grab the sweatpants. As I pull

them up to my hips it becomes apparent that these are girl’s pants. They

are a little big in the waist, but don’t have a lot of height above the

crotch. Mini me is uncomfortably hanging to the right, shoved aside by

the middle seam of the crotch. Maybe those panties are not such a

horrible idea after all. I mean, what else does she have to offer me? At

least she gave me sweatpants and a t-shirt. It could be much worse. I

drop the pants to the ground and begrudgingly pull the panties up my

legs. They are cotton, so at least that feels normal. They won’t fit

great, but maybe they’ll help hold me in place, and it’s only until I

get home. I pull up the pants and tie the string to make them tight

around my waist. I’d hate for them to fall down. The t-shirt goes over

my head and hangs down far enough to help disguise the fact that these

are ladies’ clothing. I take a deep breath, let out a sigh, and open the

door.

"Hey, I thought you’d never get out of there. Did the clothes fit okay?

I’m sorry that is the best I had to offer right now." Her voice sounds

cheery, in a normal, happy way.

I guess everything is still okay. I walk into the kitchen and there she

is, sitting at the table just as gorgeous as ever. She has changed into

a pretty pink nightgown with lace trim and bows. It is just see-thru

enough to make me get a little hard just looking at her. Thinking about

all that has happened I become nervous and embarrassed. "If it’s okay I

would like to go home now. I have a closing to go to tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I understand." She stands up and gives me a hug. "I really

enjoyed having you over, and thanks for helping me out. It was so much

more fun than using a breast pump."

I had to admit it was definitely an enjoyable experience, up until I

woke up with my pants full of cum and lost all my body hair. It was

certainly an unusual first time sexual experience, to say the least. But

the question is, would I do it again, just to be with her? Yes. Without

a doubt. Maybe Hawaii could wait. "It is me who should be thanking you.

I mean, well, can I see you again sometime? Maybe tomorrow after the

closing is finished?"

"That would be nice." There was that cute smile again. The one that

melted my heart each time I saw it. "Do you have a place to stay after

your house sells?"

"Well, I was planning to stay at that little motel over on the highway,

at least for a day or two, until I leave for Hawaii."

"You could always stay here, for a few days, until you leave... or

whatever," She looks a little distraught. It’s obvious she doesn’t want

me to leave, but isn’t going to push the issue.

As I walk to the door I grab my jacket and turn back to Carole. "I’ll

see you around."

Having embarrassed myself yet again, I quickly pull on my jacket, head

out the door, and into the car. Before I get a chance to do it again.

"Really? That’s what comes out of my mouth? I’ll see you around? This

woman just let me get to second base with her and I say, see you around?

What an idiot." I put my head down between my hands as a knock comes on

the window.

"You forgot these." I turn the key and push the button to lower the

driver’s side window.

"Oh, thanks." She hands me a small sandwich bag containing a few

chocolate chip cookies.

"Oh, and here is some milk to go with them. I expressed it this morning,

so it’s fresh. I hope that does not feel too weird."

She is no longer the confident lady that turned away every suitor who

approached her table. She is nervous and unsure. She really wants me.

"No. No, it doesn’t make me feel weird. I think it’s a sweet gesture.

You’re giving me a part of you. Thanks."

She smiles, and with that I start the car and back down the driveway.

"Goodnight," I say as I wave. The night air, blowing in through the open

window, cuts through my clothes. HER clothes. "Wow, it’s really chilly

tonight. I roll up the window as I drive away. "Siri, directions home."

Chapter Five:

Quite exhausted and confused, I arrive at my house. It suddenly hits me

that this will be my last night in the only home I had ever known. In

this moment, I am keenly aware of everything. The warmth of the light

filtering through the curtains onto the porch, the feel of the key

sliding into the door, and the odd feeling of panties, and hairless legs

brushing against my sweatpants. Correction: Carole’s sweatpants.

A chill comes over me as I take hold of the cold steel door knob. My

entire body shivers like a child who is afraid to admit they need to go

potty. The warm air, of the house, hits me. It is a comfort to my aching

bones. I shiver again; my body acclimating to the warmth inside.

I walk through the living room, toward the kitchen and notice my

grandmother’s lamp. I become uncomfortable at the thought that all of

this; my house, and all of its contents will no longer be mine. As of

tomorrow it will belong to the Langfords. I try to reassure myself, that

I have made the right decision. "They seem like nice people. They

certainly appreciate the house." I wonder if they will take good care of

the furnishings as well.

It is strange, the things we become concerned with, when we are about to

lose them. "Don’t worry they are good people, and will make good

parents."

I place the milk inside my empty refrigerator and set the bag of cookies

on the counter before heading off to bed.

As I take off my clothes, I think about the day’s events. I cannot

believe what happened. If anyone told me I would get to suck on Carole’s

breasts and then I would come home wearing her clothes, her panties no

less, I would have said they were crazy. I fold and place them neatly on

the dresser, and grab the underwear I had laid out for the morning. As I

pull them up I notice they feel a bit different after having worn

panties. They seem a bit loose in the crotch and the waistband is not

quite as comfortable. It feels like its heavy material is cutting into

me, I guess I never had anything to compare them to before tonight.

Maybe they aren’t as comfortable as I had thought.

I put on the pajama bottoms, pull my t-shirt over my head, pull back the

covers, and climb into bed. This will be the last time I sleep in this

bed, the last time in this house. I look at the fine antique mahogany

dresser, the beautiful four-poster bed, and up to the molding my

grandfather had hand placed around the ceiling. "Goodnight house."

I turn off the lamp beside the bed and quickly drift off to sleep.

The light of the morning sun, peeking through the curtains, stirs my

consciousness, but it is the chirping of the birds outside my window

that keep me awake. Opening my eyes I notice the time. Ten-eighteen, oh

man, that doesn’t give me much time to get to the closing. I hop out of

bed and notice the small pile of clothes on the dresser. "That really

happened. Wow."

I head to the bathroom and feel my pant legs brushing the ground. I grab

the band and hike them up a bit. "I took a bath last night so I can

probably skip it today. That’ll help save some time." I look in the

mirror. "Heck, I don’t even need to shave today. That’s weird." Then it

hits me. I had lost all my body hair last night. I lift up my shirt to

reveal a soft, smooth belly. Not even a happy trail remaining. I pull my

pajama bottoms and underwear out and look at my hairless penis. It’s

size is somewhat disconcerting. It’s not quite as small as it looked,

when I got out of the bathtub last night, but it doesn’t seem to be as

big as it used to be.

I really don’t have time to deal with this right now, so I pull down my

pants and sit down to do my morning pee. I notice the skin on my legs is

softer without the hair on it. Between my thighs is so soft it feels

almost like Carole’s skin. ’Carole, wow. She is gorgeous. How did I get

her?’ My stomach gurgles. "I’m pretty hungry."

I finish peeing and head to the kitchen. Opening the bag of cookies, I

take one out and take a bite. It tastes good, as far as cookies go, but

I feel strangely drawn to the milk, as if it is a drug and I am the

addict. I open the refrigerator, grab the bottle, and take a swig. It

tastes good cold. I drink it down quickly and hold the bottle upside

down trying to get that last drop. Is it the milk, or what I associate

it with that has me so excited? My cock gets hard as my thoughts return

to last nights events. I soon find myself in the bathroom masturbating.

It feels really good as I stroke my little bald cock. The sensations are

so much stronger without the hair to mask them. My left hand reaches

down to fondle my balls. The feeling is electric, my testicles raise up

inside me, and I end up rubbing the flesh of my scrotum against my flat

crotch. I feel a sensation growing inside my abdomen. It begins as a

warm tingle, but quickly turns into a passionate warmth that resonates

through my whole body with concentrated sensations in my chest and

inside me, above my penis. The feeling grows stronger until at last I

explode in an orgasm like none I have ever experienced before. When, at

last, I am able to open my eyes, I realize I’ve made a mess on the

freshly cleaned tile floor, as well as the linen closet door opposite

me.

I sit for a minute unable to move, experiencing something I have never

felt before. It is like an afterglow of my orgasm, that continues even

after I have gotten up to clean myself off. It is faintly there as I

clean the bathroom floor, and change the sheets on the bed.

The warm tingle in my chest is the first to fade, then finally the

feelings under my belly dissipate. I go about brushing my teeth, getting

dressed - in one of my nicer work suits, and combing my hair, which

somehow seems thicker today. It must be the new shampoo I picked up.

I gather the last of my belongings, along with Carole’s clothes, and

unceremoniously exit the house.

With the last cookie hanging out of my mouth, I load the car, close the

packed trunk, and look at the house one last time. It’s a good house, a

solid house. My grandpa’s finest work. I knew this day would come, as

soon as I made the decision to move to Hawaii. I knew then that it

wouldn’t be easy to say goodbye, but I didn’t realize how very hard it

would be. "Goodbye Papa."

Chapter Six:

Mr. and Mrs. Langford were happy to see me, even though I had arrived

almost an hour late. He said it was fine, as it gave him time to review

the documents. Seeing as they had paid in cash, and had no mortgage

papers to sign, I knew he was just being gracious. Mrs. Langford had the

sweetest smile on her face. She seemed truly grateful for all the things

that came with the house. It was all she spoke of. Well, that and

finally becoming a family. She didn’t stare at me like she had the first

time we met, but looked at me with an almost loving smile. Before I left

she said something that made me feel that things would be just fine. She

told me not to worry, that my family would always have a presence in the

house.

So here I am driving toward the motel, which happens to be in the same

general direction as Carole’s house. "I haven’t reserved the flight to

Hawaii yet, so I could stay in the area for a while, and see how it

goes. There’s no reason to rush off, especially after what happened last

night. But how can I face her? Face... Her face is so beautiful. Who am

I kidding? There is no way I can end up with a woman that gorgeous."

As I reach the road that will take me to the motel, I put on my turn

signal and get in the right turn lane. I stop at the light. Cross

traffic having cleared, the man in the car behind me beeps his horn.

"Gimme a second, I’m thinking here."

BEEEEEP. "Ugh. Cut it out!" The light turns green and the car in the

lane next to me pulls away.

BEEP BEEP. "Hey idiot, get out of my way!"

I make a rash decision and head straight through, cutting in front of a

car which is about to enter the intersection. I hear the screeching of

tires, both mine and the other cars, along with the beeping and yelling

of the man as he turns the corner, but I am on my way. My life just took

a different path. That is what this is all about, right? Starting over,

having an adventure. Going places and doing things I have never done

before. "Yeah, this is going to be good."

I arrive at Carole’s house and wonder how in the world I will explain

the lack of hair on my body, if... no, WHEN we have sex. "Wait, she

doesn’t know me and has never seen me without clothes, so I could tell

her I’ve always been like this. There are plenty of people who never

grow hair." I still can’t believe that I am thinking about having sex

with a beautiful woman. Well, not the thinking so much, but that it

might actually happen. "Not a bad problem to have, I guess," I say

aloud, as I get out of the car.

My confidence is high, and my heart is racing as I approach the front

door. It’s a heavy, ornately decorated wooden door, unlike the standard

door on the side of the house. I look up at the second floor balcony and

the turret rising through the sizable wrap-around porch. It is a well

kept house for a lady so fair of stature. "This is crazy. Why would

someone like Carole want to be with a guy like me?"

"Are you going to knock, or just stand out there all day?" comes a

melodic voice from inside the house.

I see Carole, through the open window, wiping the top of an end table.

"I ummm..." I suddenly feel so small, so insignificant, yet at the same

time welcome. It’s one of those nervous moments where your shoes feel

too big for your feet. I wiggle my toes around as my feet slip back and

forth, readying themselves in case we need to attempt an escape.

"I can’t let you in unless you knock Sweetie. When a gentleman comes

calling on a lady, she can’t answer without a knock. It makes her seem

anxious." She continues to wipe down the table, pretending to ignore me.

Without her prompting I am not so sure I would not have run. Confidence

restored, I step up to the door and lightly knock.

"You are going to have to do better than that Dear. A lady might not be

able to hear a knock so timid. Remember, a girl likes a man who is

galant and brave."

I knock again, this time with all I’ve got. Thunk thunk thunk. "Carole,

I have come to call on you."

I am starting to have fun with this roll playing, though I must admit

that my knuckles are pretty sore. The door opens.

"Oh, hello Jack. What brings you by today?" she says in her best

Southern drawl.

Her role-playing makes me bold. "Well ma’am, I was hoping to stop by for

a little drink and your sweet company."

"Would you be talking about a ’stiff’ drink, or would you prefer a soft

one?" She replies, opening the door wide.

"Maybe you could have one and I could have the other," I joke as I step

inside. She closes the door behind me.

"I don’t drink alcohol honey," she says with a bit of snark in her

voice.

Still bold, I go there. "I wasn’t talking about al-"

"I know exactly what you were talking about cowboy. But first things

first." She motions for me to have a seat on the couch. I oblige. It’s

an antique, with the plastic cover, like my grandmother used to put over

her furniture, which she only removed when special company came over. I

haven’t seen anyone use a cover like this for at least forty years.

"Did you enjoy the treats I sent home with you?" she says, as she walks

into the kitchen.

"Yes, they were delicious." The thought of her sweet milk, sucking on

her full breasts, gets me excited and I begin to quiver.

She smiles knowingly. "I hoped that you would enjoy it," Returning from

the kitchen she hands me a large glass of milk. " I am so glad you did."

With my rational mind I think, ’More milk, what’s with this lady?’ But

my body seems to react to the mere sight of it. Raising it up to my

mouth I can smell its sweetness calling to the most basic part of me. I

drink without thinking. The taste is amazing. ’I could live off this

stuff,’ I think to myself.

I start feeling the passion rising up inside me, but this time it’s

different. The feelings seem to be emanating from beneath my belly, like

earlier, and I feel it in my loins but my manhood is not getting hard.

My nipples, on the other hand are quite stiff, and there is a strange

aching coming from behind my dick. "Something’s happening to me. What

does this stuff do?"

"Are you enjoying it?" She begins unbuttoning her blouse and speaks in a

seductive voice, "...because there is more where that came from." Her

smile is devious and angelic at the same time, but my eyes are

elsewhere. Her soft silken breasts are all I care about.

She sits down beside me and motions to her lap. I turn around, laying my

head in the crook of her arm as she positions her nipple in front of my

waiting mouth.

Her skin is warm and inviting. I suckle her and drink deep. As I do, I

feel the growing sensation of tugging in my groin that extends up to my

belly button. It intensifies to the point of a strong ache. My head

begins to swim as I feel wave after wave come over my body. It almost

feels as though someone were ringing me out, like a towel, from end to

end.

I release, and try to speak through the feelings. "What’s happening?

What are you doing to me?"

"It’s okay baby, I’ve got you." She speaks words of comfort to me as I

begin emptying her other breast. The waves come more frequently, with

greater intensity, until at last I black out.

I wake up with the feeling of her soft lap beneath me, followed by a

distinct wetness between my legs.

"I am peeing! Oh no. I am so sorry. I don’t know why-" The sound of my

voice stops me. It’s squeaky and high, like an adolescent going through

puberty.

Her voice reassures me. "It’s okay, I prepared for this. Just relax and

let it happen."

Eyes still closed, I do as she says. I realize there is no way I can

stop it anyway. I feel funny, like I have a towel in my underwear. The

warm wet feeling expands out from under me to my buttocks, before being

absorbed by the soft material. I work to move my legs and arms, but they

feel heavy and a bit sore. I really don’t feel quite right anywhere. My

head is still cradled in her elbow, but my butt is on her leg. ’How can

that be?’

I feel the rest of the urine flow from my bladder, but I don’t feel the

normal tickle of it coming out the tip of my... "Oh, my god, what have

you done to me? I can’t feel my dick?!" I finally get my eyes open and

look up at her face. ’She’s huge.’ My vision is a bit blurry, but I can

see that she is smiling. It’s not an evil smile, it’s the smile of a

proud mother looking at her child.

She grabs a damp cloth from a bowl on the end table and gently wipes the

goop from my eye. "It’s okay sweetie. It will be alright, you’ll see."

She folds the washcloth and starts working on the other eye. "I know you

are probably a little sore, and a bit confused, but don’t worry, I’ve

got something that will help you feel better." She returns the washcloth

to the bowl and reaches around to grab a pink plastic baby bottle. "I

know you are probably thirsty, but I haven’t had quite enough time to

make more milky for you, at least not at this size. I guess this will

have to do for now."

"But I-" I try to complain, but as soon as I open my mouth to speak she

squeezes the bottle, squirting a stream of warm milk into my mouth. The

nipple touches my lips and I cannot help but suck on it.

My eyes having been cleared, I tilt my head to look down at my body. It

is small, soft and white. I look to be around four years old, and yes I

am wearing a diaper. It’s a cloth diaper with plastic pants covering it.

Pink plastic pants.

I drink from the bottle as if I have been doing so for years. It is

comforting, not in the same way as her breasts, but I feel safe in her

arms, filling my stomach with her milk. ’How can I feel safe? She’s

turning me into a child. Who knows how far she will take this.’ Each

time I drink I change, and the effects seem to be cumulative.

The realization hits me. ’So that’s what happened to my body hair. I

didn’t need to worry about telling her. She already knew what was

happening. Oh my... the comment she made about the diaper. She planned

this.’ I fight to remove the bottle from my mouth, but as soon as it’s

out I want it back in.

The aching in my body is diminishing the more I drink. She’s right, the

milk is helping me. My arms and legs are becoming easier to move, and...

There is a gurgling in my tummy followed by a building pressure in my

rear. Hearing the sounds, Carole removes the bottle, picks me up, puts

me over her shoulder and begins patting my back. My burp is preceded by

a wet farting noise and the feeling of stool filling my diaper.

"Looks like it’s coming out both ends. Don’t worry, Mommy will take good

care of you," She continues to pat my back as I feel the poop filling my

diaper and squishing into my...

"Oh my... I’m a girl? Why I a guwl? How tuwd you do dis to me? Oh no wus

hannin to me?"

I can’t think straight, and I am having trouble talking. I feel my body

contorting itself into a smaller form. And my voice. Oh my god, my voice

is becoming more like a little kid with each word I speak.

"Oh, here comes the next wave. We better get you cleaned up. You will

need a smaller diaper in a few minutes." She picks me up and rushes me

into one of the bedrooms. It is decorated for a baby girl, with pink

ponies, flowers and rainbows in a border around the room. I feel light

headed as I feel the changes hit me. This time I don’t black out though,

I am all here, feeling every little change to my shrinking body.

"Okay let’s lay you down and get that dirty diaper off you." She lies me

on the changing table and sets to work. It’s obvious this is not her

first time changing a messy baby. She carefully pulls the plastic pants

off and places them under the diaper. Next, she undoes the pins and

peels the front of the diaper back, wiping me with it as she goes.

Holding me up by my now three year old ankles, she folds the diaper and

puts the clean side against my butt. Setting me back down, she grabs a

wet wipe out of a box, spreads my legs apart, and starts to clean my

vagina. It’s the first time I have seen it. It’s just a little slit with

fat around it. It looks like a small butt, bald, clean and made shiny by

liquid from the wipe.

She cleans my rear and grabs another wipe from the plastic container,

wiping gently between the lips in the front to the cheeks in the back.

It’s such a strange feeling to have something go from the front to back

without getting caught up on my penis or balls.

She spreads open my new genitalia, to get any that may have made its way

in. It is the first time I have felt a vagina. The weird thing is that

it’s part of me. I can feel the coolness of the air on my new opening as

she cleans the inner and outer lips. My new parts don’t necessarily feel

sexual, they just feel right, if that makes sense.

She takes care to do one more pass with a fresh wipe, then lifts me up

by my feet and trades out the dirty diaper for a fresh clean one. This

time it’s a cute little two year old disposable with kitties on it.

I try to talk but the shape of my mouth and the size of my tongue make

it difficult to form proper words. "Cawo, I don wa be a baby. Peez." My

voice is soft and sweet. Normally I would think this sounded adorable,

but it was coming from me. I can’t handle all of this at once. I begin

to cry.

"It’s okay Jackie. I know this is confusing, but you’ll be okay.

Everything will work out just fine." There is real concern in her voice,

as she tries to ease my mind.

She powders my bottom, and fastens the diaper, which now fits my two

year old body. Picking me up she moves across the room and sits in a

chair beside the crib. "You have to trust me Sweetie." Laying me back in

her arm, she opens her blouse and puts my mouth to her nipple. "That’s a

good girl. Now drink up. Mommie’s milk will help your troubled mind."

"Why I guwl Cawo?" I ask before accepting her breast in my mouth.

"Well, that depends on you Jackie," she says, as she adjusts her breast

in my mouth. "I guess there is no harm in telling you how this works

now."

I feel myself changing again, though this time it does not feel as

extreme.

"This only works on a specific kind of person, a virgin. I am never 100%

sure if that is the case, especially these days. But you, you were

pretty much a sure thing. I listened to the stories you told Grant, at

the bar. Stories of loneliness and heartache. Never having a girlfriend.

I was pretty sure I had finally found someone. But that is not the only

thing I check. I make sure that this will be something you really want

before I do anything, and you wanted nothing more than a fresh start, a

clean slate. Hawaii was just a way to get that. But the fact is... and

you know this too, what you really wanted was to have a chance to start

over. To be a different person entirely. You even said that, when you

were talking with Grant a few weeks ago."

I think back and realize what I said. I told Grant that women have it

easy. That they get to choose who to be with, and don’t have to be

turned down every time they ask. ’If I was a woman I would have been

married and had kids. I wish I could go back and start all over as

someone else, ya know?’

My words haunt me.

"I can see you thinking," Carole turns me around to the other breast and

positions me. I have a little difficulty getting my mouth situated on

her nipple. It becomes obvious I am starting to lose control of my motor

skills. She helps guide her nipple into my mouth. Once I am suckling she

reaches one hand down and adjusts the tapes, tightening the diaper to

fit my tiny frame.

"I want you to know that I don’t choose any of you. You come to me,

always. I don’t choose the sex of the baby either. That is usually a

surprise to me, though with you I was pretty certain you wanted to be a

girl. At least that’s what I told the Langfords."

"This is that second chance you were looking for. A chance for you to

live a happy life."

I try my best to listen to her, but my thoughts are becoming foggy. I

pull away to speak, but all that comes out is gurgling and cooing.

"That’s a good girl." She smiles at me. I smile back, then turn to her

waiting breast.

Her milk is warm, sweet, and satisfying. In fact I can think of almost

nothing else. All that had been so important to me pales in comparison

to the comfort it brings. I realize that I am about to lose all that I

have, all that I am, to her, but I can’t stop feeding.

My mind begins to numb as I resign myself to my fate.

The last thing I hear... The last thing Jack hears, is Carole dialing

her phone. "Hello, Mrs. Langford... it’s Carole. Your new daughter

Jacqueline is ready to be picked up. I think you will be quite pleased

with the results. She’s a real cutie."

Epilogue:

"Hi." A smiling man, gray and balding, walks over to the driver’s side

of the Mercedes. "I’m Henry. I guess we’re going to be neighbors."

Mrs. Langford pulls the carrier out of the back seat, and turns to face

him. His hand remains extended for a moment, but is pulled back when he

sees what she’s carrying. "Oh, what a cute little girl. How old is she?"

His smile is honest.

Shifting the carrier onto her hip she reaches out to shake his hand.

"Four months. It’s nice to meet you Henry. I’m Debbie, and this is our

newly adopted daughter Jacqueline."

"...and I am Sam." Samuel’s hand reaches past his wife to greet Henry.

"We’re the Langfords." Samuel takes the carrier. "Here Honey, let me

help you carry her to the door.

As the Langford’s turn to go into their new home. Debbie turns back and

smiles to her new neighbor. "It’s nice to meet you Henry," she says

before continuing to the front door.

"It’s nice to meet you too. I’m sure you’re going to love it here. It’s

the perfect place to raise a family," Henry says, before turning to

leave.

Entering the house Debbie picks her baby up from the carrier. "How’s our

little girl? Are you happy to be home sweetie?" Jacqueline looks about

the room, bubbles forming on her lips. Mrs. Langford grabs a cloth from

her bag and wipes the baby’s mouth.

"You like it here, don’t you? I told you, your family would always have

a presence in this house." She reaches into the bag and removes a pink

plastic bottle. "Is our little girl thirsty?"

Jaqueline reacts to the sight of it, reaching out her hands to grasp the

bottle, her lips ready to receive it into her mouth. "I know you like

this, don’t you, don’t you?"

Samuel joins his family on the couch, he reaches over and turns on the

antique brass floor lamp, and snuggles up tight to his wife and child as

she drinks from the bottle. "Do you think she’ll be happy with us?"

Debbie smiles and kisses her husband on the cheek. "Of course I do.

Don’t worry, you’re going to be a great father." She giggles. "...and if

you’re not, I’ll just send you to Carole for some milk of your own."

 

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