Jim reached out a tentative figure to Sharon's nipple, collecting a couple drops of Sharon's pink milk. He brought the finger to his lips and licked. He closed his eyes for a moment, then said, "It tastes sweet."
He rubbed the same finger across Sharon's other nipple, causing Sharon to shiver. "That tickles," she said. Jim grinned, then held her gaze while he dipped his finger into his mouth.
He said, "It tastes like strawberries. Do you mind if I try some more?"
Jim loved strawberries, and especially strawberry milkshakes. The thought of him drinking strawberry milk from her breasts struck Sharon as weird, but erotic, so she said, "Ok." Jim lowered his head to her nipples and began sucking gently. Sharon could feel dribbles of milk flowing out of her breasts. The sensation was strange, not amorous in itself, but in the context, Sharon's genitals responded with a growing warmth.
When her breasts ran dry, Jim licked a path up between her breasts, through the hollow of her neck, past her chin, then to her ear. She giggled as his tongue sent tingles across her body. With a gentle pull on her chin, Jim tilted her lips to his mouth and kissed her, sending his tongue running across her teeth.
"You're right," Sharon said. "It does taste like strawberries."
Sharon took several steps back and fell onto the bed, with her legs dangling off. Jim laid on top of her, kissing her, sending hands across her smooth pink belly, up to her breasts and down to her lips. She ran her hands across Jim's muscular back and cupped his ass.
When the time came, she whispered in Jim's ear, "I want you." Jim stood and Sharon sat up, legs still over the edge of the bed. She opened her thighs to allow Jim's erect penis clear access. She was so wet with anticipation that Jim slid in deep on his first push as he crushed her body against his, her breasts pressed against his abdomen. She ducked her head to his nipples, circling them with her tongue, and Jim began thrusting.
Later, they both lay on the bed exhausted, Jim's hand twined in her hair while hers lay on his chest. "I liked that," said Jim. "There's something exciting about making love to a hot pink woman."
She kissed him. "I enjoyed it too."
After that short exchange, they both drifted off to sleep: neither was a teenager with endless stamina anymore.
When Sharon drifted awake, her first thoughts focused on her breasts, which seemed to be swollen and aching. She groaned and started shifting, drowsily trying to find a comfortable position. Unfortunately, when she did, she woke Jim up. Jim flipped off the covers, then looked at Sharon. "Um, honey . . . you might want to turn off that breast growth now."
Sharon sat up, feeling the new weight of her breasts against her chest, and rubbed sleep out of her eyes. She looked down and realized she couldn't see . . . well, she couldn't see much of anything except breast. She concentrated and tried to shrink them down to a more reasonable size, but discovered she couldn't. For a moment, she panicked, thinking the ring had stopped working, but then she changed her skin back from its hot pink to her normal skin tone. Trying to figure out what was wrong, she stood up and felt liquid shift inside her as her breasts swayed. I guess I wasn't trying to change the right thing. My breasts aren't any larger, they're just full, she thought. She smiled as another thought occurred to her. "Oh, Jim," she sing-songed, "I think I need to be milked."
"Oh really?" Jim said. "Well, I guess I'll have to see what I can do about that." Sharon laid back down and Jim began suckling from her nipple. He frowned and said, "Do you think you could turn your skin pink again? It seems to have something to do with the flavor of your milk." Sharon laughed and obliged, and Jim started drinking again. Sharon luxuriated in the feeling of having her breast emptied. Jim's alleviation of the swollenness and pressure was like going to the bathroom with an overfull bladder: not pleasurable, but a relief so intense it was akin to pleasure. Sharon squirmed against the bed in response.
When Jim had drained both her breasts back to the size they had been at dinner last night, he collapsed onto his back and rubbed his tummy. "Ooh, I'm full. I don't think I'm going to need breakfast today."
Sharon had a passing moment of gratitude for the fact that her birthday fell on a Friday this year and that she didn't have to go in to the hospital, then she went and made some toast and fruit. After she ate, she went back into the bedroom where Jim was still lying down. She said, "I think I need spent some time figuring out how this ring works. You see, I never thought about, well, lactating, much less having it be strawberry-flavored. I wish whoever sent this to me had included an owner's manual."
"Hmm. So what conscious changes did you make?"
Sharon thought back. "I changed my eye color to green and back. Then I started the slow breast expansion. Then I changed my skin color pink, then I changed it back this morning, then I changed it again for you. Nowhere in there did I think anything about strawberries or breast milk."
Jim said, "Given how little I know about magic rings, my best guess is that it's the interaction of the two changes, the breast expansion and the skin tone, with each other. Maybe you should try resetting it, by going back to your normal form."
"Always thinking like a techie, eh?" She punched his arm. "It's a thought. Let me try it." She concentrated, changing back to her normal self, then giving herself, at the same time, the hot pink skin and large breasts.
"Why'd you change back?"
"I had a thought: what if it's the way I applied the changes, one after another? I'll stay like this awhile and see if I start lactating again."
Sharon frowned. "You know, that comment about magic rings got me thinking. What if this ring is cursed, like the one in Tolkien's books? I'll try this change out, but I think I'm going to be more careful until I learn more.
"And here's something else: the note said I could change anything I wanted so long as I remain human and female. But those aren't clear definitions. What makes someone female? XX karyotype? Ovaries? Gender identity? And what makes someone human? DNA?"
"Good questions. I don't know any way to answer them other than experimentation, though. I mean, where would we look to do research?"
Sharon nodded. "Well, we have the rest of this weekend to think about it and decide what to do."
"It's your decision. I want to help you figure out what's going on, and I admit I have a few ideas I might want you to try, but I don't want to push you into anything."
"Good," Sharon said. "Now I have something I want to try." Despite the previous night's activities, having her breasts drained earlier this morning had put Sharon in an amorous mood. She knelt on the bed and slid her pubis over his face. Taking her clear invitation, he stuck an exploratory tongue between her lips and began licking in slow strokes. Then he paused and said, "Yum, strawberry!"
"Mmmmmm . . . yessss," said Sharon, as Jim returned to his ministrations.
Later that night, while they were eating dinner . . .
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