Wet Nurse, Milking Nanny Breasts

I'm an older teen and my lack of summer employment is bothering my Mother. She returns home from a friend's with a new milk drink which she serves up. It is delicious and makes me feel great , perhaps a little unfocused. Later in the evening she suggests that I might consider being a nanny for her friend who has a new born. I find this idea curiously interesting and my mom suggests an early night and a visit next day to check into the nanny's job. I agree and dream vividly about having breasts.

Next morning we make our way to the friend's home. She is a knockout young mother who clearly needs help. I'm served the same milk drink which I drink quickly and ask for another. After finishing the second the friend explains the job , I'm to be wet nurse for the infant. The milk has the property of inducing the development of breasts and inducing lactation, 3 glasses kick the process off and in some people starts to create a dependency and mental changes. As I drink my third and fourth glass and she explains that continued consumption feminizes more and more. I think that this does not apply to me as I start to enjoy the tingle in my chest and daydream about being sucked and becoming totally feminine. More drinks follow and I become lost in delight at the changes in my body. She also tells me that sucking on my breasts will make me unbelievably horny, needing sex as a woman. There is a cream that can satisfy the urge but it has the side affect of accelerating genital transformation. I accept the job and a tube of cream and I'm shown the very feminine nanny's room and a nap is suggested. I change into the baby doll nightie and lay down, drifting away - lost in pleasurable sensation.

I'm awakened by cries, my breasts jiggle pleasurably and sway as I go the cradle and tend the infant who is soon sucking on my now large and full breasts. The feeling is wonderful , I can't resist the pleasure as the feeling changes me more and more. As I nurse, I sip more of the milk. A pleasurable sensation and need grows in my crotch. The baby sucks both breasts dry and falls asleep. With her back in the cradle; I'm lost in the pleasure of tingling breasts, feeling drained of all thought and horny beyond all reason. Rubbing the cream between my legs I abandon myself to the pleasure of the moment and climb to a peak of pleasure beyond any I could ever imagine. It won't stop and I pass out until the infant's cries awaken me and the drainage and release repeat. I live on the milk, changing, becoming more and more bonded to the baby, more and more visibly and mentally female until my masculine self is gone.

Some time latter the transformation is complete and I regain some measure of self. I realize I am, as far as the world can tell, a very sexy young mother. I dress the part, I love short sun dresses showing lots of cleavage, make-up and big hair. My employer takes me to the salon where my transformation is complete.

My sexuality continues to grow. Soon the husband takes me I'm very willing. He sucks my breasts which are always full, needing to be emptied. His libido seems to increase with each swallow and I abandon myself to the pleasure of being drained and then filled, front and back. His hot cum both satisfies me and turns up the heat. The night after our first love making I awake to hear unusually passionate sex from the couple's room. The next day the lady has a far-away look in her eye and is clearly checking me out- I love it. Their love making heats up in the following days and before long it is clear her breasts are swelling. We spend the day sucking and licking. Her juices & milk and mine drive us to a passion that denies control. The husband returns home to find us in a spent embrace but still wanting more. He takes us both with a passion and virility that cannot be denied.

As the days pass it comes clear to me that the milk drink is the same as that now filling our breasts and that the cream is the same as her and my hot juices and his cum. We are trapped and helpless in a very hot threeway.