Feeding Time (Patreon)

He gently pulled down his maternity top, exposing his two breasts to the warm summer air.  They were huge, so big, in fact, that he had a hard time seeing his feet.  Ben shook his head.  They were one of his favorite features on his wife and now they were protruding from underneath his chin.  He thought of the many times he had caressed them, feeling the soft, round masses tremble in his hands as he gently massaged his wife's breasts in bed.  

After the strange incident, Ben now was in wife's body and she in his.  He had been in her body only a few days and already he was cringing to have his old body back.  Ben hated having to look up at his wife to talk to her, only to see himself looming in front of him.  His body, posture, and balance all felt off, but his breasts were the worst.  The sight of his wife trying to stifle a laugh as he fumbled to latch up his bra over his boobs was absolutely humiliating.  How do women do it and with such small fingers?

It didn't matter.  It was time to feed Joey.  He could hear him wailing and he knew what he wanted.  Gently lifting the baby out of the cradle, Ben cuddled Joey in his arms and sat in the sofa chair a foot away.  He tucked the infant under his breasts and crossed his leg to balance him on his knee.  Ben was disturbed how easily he was able to cross his leg with little discomfort, keenly aware of what was missing from his body.

The baby's tiny hands pawed impatiently at one of his breasts.  Following his wife's instructions to a T, he shifted the baby closer to his nipple and bit his own lip in anticipation of the baby making contact with his breast.  How would it feel?  He had never done this before and was beginning to regret already convincing his wife to breastfeed instead of feeding the baby bottled milk.  The task was now in his hands.

Ben sat in the chair tense, holding his breath.  What was taking the baby so long?  Then he felt something pulling on his nipple.  At first, it was painful.  Ben could feel the tiny infant in his arms biting into his nipple.  The little devil had latched himself onto Ben's breast and began sucking.  Ben squirmed with discomfort as he felt the odd sensation of his breast firming up and becoming full with...something.  It was a bizarre feeling, like the time he had to wait at the gas station for thirty minutes to go to the bathroom.  He couldn't bear it as his breast filled with what he could only guess what was milk, almost as though it was about to explode. 

Shortly thereafter, a slight tingling spread throughout his breast.  Ben could feel the fullness of his breast diminish as the infant continued to squeeze the milk out of his nipple.  It was a great feeling of relief as the milk filtered down his breast.  Ben finally let out a sigh of relief.

While Joey gladly fed himself on his mother's milk, Ben's mind drifted onto other things.  Was he going to be able to reverse this situation between him and his wife?  She was at his job at the lab and could probably fake what she was doing for a few days or so.  Fortunately, Ben was on maternity leave from the law firm but what happened if he was stuck in his wife's body and had to return to work?  He knew nothing about law proceedings and court cases.

His thoughts grew more fuzzy.  The baby's sucking motions had a sort of rhythm to it and Ben felt himself sliding off into slumber.  His eyes closed as a slight  musical melody drifted into the house through the window on a soft summer wind.