Milk flowed from Mrs. Richards full breasts, even as she directed her desires through her milk, attempting to shape it’s effects. The process was draining, but it seemed to be also working.
Her milk production had sky rocketed, she was literally lactating faster than the Ultimates Susan Storm could drink, not for lack of trying. Milk spilled out around the younger alternate reality Sue's lips and dribbled down her top. She barely noticed as her own breasts shrank, small enough to just be a roundness of her chest.
Even as that happened more of the milk dripped down to her crotch, which felt funny. There was a stiffness that she hadn’t felt before. It was like her clit was hard but… different. She felt her sensative little trap dick and balls rub against her tight pants.
Sue Storm began to flex her rectum instinctively, as she felt an emptiness, a need for her boi-pussy to be stuffed full of delicious cock. A real man’s cock, not her clitty-dick.
Sue… now undoubtably Suzi pulled away from her Mother figure who was also… her? “Mmmm… I’m so horny, Ms. Sue.” she said to Mrs. Richards, her voice different, still sounding feminine it had a bit of a tone that made it seem like it was coming from a boy who was doing a very convincing girl’s voice.
“I know, dear, let me introduce you to my husband,” Mrs. Richards said as she put her tit back in her dress. “But first, let’s get you in to something sexy… I know. I have just the thing, I wore it years ago, I thought a four shaped boob window was a great idea.”
She smirked, “People spent years ridiculing me,” she said as she decided on Suzi’s attire, though the chest wouldn’t have nearly as much to work with now, she could adjust it.
Suzi blushed under such an embarrassing idea, as she realized just how much being embarrassed and shamed was turning her on. Oh how could she go out like this… she used to have such nice titties and certainly she didn’t have a tiny trap dick. What if someone she knew found out.
The thought made her hard as a Grimm’s rocky exterior…