"Look what you milk did to me! I'm just a scrawny teenager again," Jim protested. "You're still not what I want," Tifa noted. Clutching Jim's arm, she pulls him closer and stuffs the right (blueberry) breast in his mouth. Jim struggled, but soon gets caught up in the delicious flavor, and the peaceful feeling it gives him. Tifa soon pulls him off her tit and glances at the age reduced Jim. "Perfect. Just the far side of puberty. I can do what I want to you, and you can't do it back," Tifa chuckles. Jim looks in the same mirror and sees an 11-year-old boy standing in oversized clothes that obscure his feet and hands. "I'll tell everyone you're my nephew. I'll even enroll you in the 6th grade tomorrow -- just foe appearances," Tifa says. "But I don't want to go back to school. I want to grow up," Jim whines, adding, "I'm hungry." Tifa opens the refrigerator and hands Jim a small bowl full of white paste. Jim tastes it and agrees that it is tasty, but adds, "What is it?" "It's a dish I learned to make in Hawaii. It's poi, son," Tifa says. "Poison? Call me a doctor," Jim screams. "You'll be okay once you drink something to wash it down," Tifa says, pulling Jim once again to her breast. But Jim sees a third breast has grown between Tifa's original pair. Maybe this one will restore him to full manhood, he thinks. Latching onto it, he likes the taste. "Mmmmmmm, chocolate." As Jim nurses, he...
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