Chapter 3

Julie was tested the next day. They found that she was, in fact, pregnant. Of greater concern were the mental and developmental changes she had been through. Her body, which so closely resembled her mother’s, was biologically her own age of 19 years, it only appeared to be that of a 36-year-old; it’s topology had changed, but only one of her bodily functions appeared to be impacted. Her breasts were actually a bit larger than her mother’s, and appeared to be lactating prematurely, but otherwise normally. She expressed herself at a verbal level between five and nine years of age. Her comprehension, however, was that of a twenty-year-old college student. She understood, and retained, the information she was exposed to, and was capable of reading and comprehending at a graduate student level. What went in was highly advanced, but what came out was appropriate for Sesame Street. Analyzing the physical structures of her brain showed no damage whatsoever. She was a perfectly normal bright 19-year-old; her changes were not harmful to her, just puzzling.

After being discharged from the medical unit, Bethany drove them to their new home in DeGraves’ manor house. Most of their belongings had already been unpacked in three of the upstairs rooms off of a long corridor. There was a larger room which contained what can only be described as a huge, low bed suitable for the three of them, plus room for four or five others, as well as cushioned geometrical shapes that would allow for any number of activities.

They went downstairs for dinner and to meet many of the house staff: the cook, several gardeners, the chauffeur, several maids, and an errand boy. All appeared to be very fit and about twenty years old, though Beverly had come to understand that appearances could be deceiving when it came to people in DeGraves’ service.

After dinner, Bethany took the Galwins back upstairs to “christen” the new bedroom, shimmying out of her French Maid outfit in less than two seconds, removing Jim’s pants a moment later, then ripping his shirt open, sending buttons flying. She slid up to him and wrapped her arms and a leg around him, and gave him a deep kiss, then brought him down to the bed.

Julie helped her mother disrobe a bit more slowly, taking her time to kiss, nibble, and suck each part of the body as she uncovered it. Julie stepped out of her dress, and led her mother down to the top of the bed, and then tweaked Beverly’s nipples, making her gasp and instantly get wet. Not letting go of her mother’s nipples, Julie licked her way down to her mother’s pussy and licked the lips while tweaking her nipples again. Beverly moaned, and her clitoris popped up and her dampened labia opened. Julie slid her tongue deep into her mother’s pussy, and tenderly licked it from deep within up to the clitoris, which she sucked lightly, lightly and then strongly while squeezing her mother’s nipples in the same rhythm and intensity.

Beverly moaned and grabbed Julie’s head, pulling it in and grinding her pussy against Julie’s face. She turned her face to the side, and found that Bethany and Jim were watching while stroking each other. Seeing this, Beverly groaned again, and cried “Oh, fuck, Julie! Make me come! Please!” Julie hummed, her lips on Beverly’s clit, then lifted her head and said, “No, Mommy, you wait. I don’t want you to come just yet.” She then resumed sucking her mother’s clit and humming. The hum grew louder and louder and the tweaking of nipples grew sharper and tighter as Beverly cried out, arching and bucking and begging to cum. As Beverly’s cries reached a crescendo, Julie lifted her face again and said, “Now, Mommy, cum for me now!” and went right back to sucking and humming. Beverly screamed her release and milk flew from her nipples, showering her and her daughter with liquid. As Beverly bucked, Julie leapt to her mother’s right breast, and sucked deeply at her nipple. Her mother’s climax renewed and deepened, and her cries went higher and higher until they were no longer audible to human hearing. She clutched her daughter to her breast, and a pulsing sound and lubricant flowed from her pussy as the spasms of her multiple orgasms rolled through it.

“Wow!” exclaimed Bethany as she and Jim watched, fascinated. She mounted Jim backwards and began riding him as she watched Julie and Beverly. Beverly kept bucking and twitching for a few minutes, and then relaxed abruptly, having passed out from just too much pleasure. Julie stood up and walked over to Bethany, pulled her in for a kiss, and then offered a nipple to her. Bethany licked it and then sucked it, and tasted the sweet milk from Julie’s breast flowed into her mouth. She sucked it more strongly, and as she did, she ground her pussy down on Jim’s cock, feeling it penetrate her incredibly deeply. Julie was pinching her nipples as she did, and Bethany felt like an orgasm was coming from the center of the Earth, gaining power and strength as it accelerated towards her. It hit like a wave, rolling up her body from her pussy to her nipples to her brain and then back again. She lost herself in passion, and felt Jim’s climax filling her womb, and as his erection wilted she flung herself onto Julie, diving for her pussy with an animal growl as Julie fell back on the bed. Bethany was swept with a demanding need for sex, for pleasure, to make others feel pleasure and passion and oh dear God she needed to cum! She flipped herself around so she was straddling Julie’s face and planted her pussy on Julie’s waiting mouth and tongue.

It was a night of wildest sex, a constant orgy of changing partners and configurations. And milk. Each got the most amazing pleasure from suckling at Julie and Beverly’s nipples, and it drove the two women who were almost like twins to orgasm every single time. It was all in the moment, and would be remembered by each of them later in episodes, passionate couplings and triplings and quadruplings filled with passion and sex sounds and heights of slick, sliding, sticky and slippery pleasure, the smell of arousal and orgasmic spendings, and the flavors of cum and pussy, and of salt and sweet milk.

The next morning, all four woke cuddled in a heap, sore and in desperate need of a shower. Bethany told Jim as they walked down the hall to take care of those morning needs that she’d had a lot of kinky fun through the years working for DeGraves, but that the previous evening had been a first for her. She told him that she’d never realized she had a breast milk fetish before. She shook her head then grinned at him, and said “I’m going to have to indulge that a lot more often!” and laughed.

It was about three weeks after moving into DeGraves’ house that Beverly began to think something was different about Julie’s milk. She noticed that anyone who drank it became horny, or perhaps hornier would be a better term, for several hours afterward. Jim could have an erection all day long, with frequent copious orgasms, without suffering the crippling condition known as priapism. Beverly found herself lost in a sexual hazes that easily rivalled and even surpassed their time during the contract with DeGraves. She found that her own milk production had grown enormously, seemingly without the need to ingest more fluids. All three of them should be seriously dehydrated, but were not. This could make for some seriously extended sexual marathons, and as Bethany was a frequent playmate, there had been a few testy phone calls from DeGraves searching for his tardy and extremely distracted assistant.

DeGraves finally came upstairs to investigate, and Beverly discussed her observations with him. Jim milked his sister into a glass for him, and this became a new fun game for Julie, who then demanded a collar with a cowbell on it, mooed a lot, and made Jim call her “Bossy” when she wore it and he milked her. DeGraves went downstairs and drank the milk, then spent the afternoon keeping up easily with his randy French Maid, who had gotten it direct from the source. At that point, they knew for certain that something was up.

DeGraves called Dr. Cole to come and get a sample, which thrilled Julie to no end as she had a soft and very wet spot for the handsome doctor ever since their original stay in the medical complex. When Dr. Cole left the next morning, walking a bit bowlegged, he took with him a vial of the milk. He analyzed it and found nothing unusual in its chemistry, so he sent it out for a more in-depth analysis. Again, nothing unusual was found. He reported these findings back to DeGraves while visiting Julie again. DeGraves carefully examined Julie, her breasts, and her milk, and decided that he understood what was happening. Apparently one of his “somethings” had been captured during her transformation and was charging the milk with something - DeGraves had problems speaking about such things, literally. Jim summed it up as “It turns her milk into a magical aphrodisiac,” and DeGraves did not object.

DeGraves’ cook heard about this, and came up to visit. Trish was a gorgeous tall black woman who wore a very short frilly light blue dress with a neckline that showed a grand canyon of cleavage and had a smile that melted hearts and pussies as well as charmed snakes and penises. She had come up to inquire about the magic milk, and her sampling it caused DeGraves to order out for pizza for dinner that night. The next morning, after finally locating the pieces of her short dress again, she asked Jim to milk Julie, uh, Bossy, for a bucket of it and took it down to the kitchens to experiment.

The staff of DeGraves manor were a bit distracted for the next few days, as impromptu orgies broke out after meals. Trish finally settled on cupcakes as a good controlled dosage, not too strong so as to make work impossible, but strong enough to make anyone who ate one or two manageably horny for several hours. Originally, Trish had been a biological research chemist that DeGraves had hired to develop the tea that quieted the sex drive for several days after drinking it, and she had stayed on long afterwards for the further research as well as the fun. She had discovered a number of plants with fascinating properties that she had combined into various powders, treats, teas and side dishes that she used in DeGraves’ service. She had, a decade before, discovered a passion for baking, as well as a devilish streak that would occasionally make its presence known as after-dinner surprises.