Be Careful What You Wish For

"I think we need to..." I started.

"Yo! Wendy! Where are you, you said you'd meet me for lunch!" We both heard Gina yelling from the kitchen. Wendy's eyes went wide and I knew that mine were just as big.

"Holy shit!" she said. She quickly jumped off of the bed and grabbed her dress slipping it over her head, "I don't want to try to explain this to someone one."

"I know," I said, getting out of bed myself and searching for my clothes. Wendy was straightening her slightly and turned and looked at me with concern.

"It isn't like that," she said softly. She walked closer to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, I don't want to explain because it...I don't think that I can. Don't think..."

"Wendy?!" Gina's voice sounded closer.

"Go to your friend," I said and gave a wan smile. She gave me another look like she wanted to say something then turned quickly and walked out my door.

"Sorry Gina, I didn't hear you, I was talking to Larissa," she said as she opened it. She turned and gave me one last look and then closed the door behind her. I collapsed on the bed, too exhausted and confused to think of anything else.

* * * * *

I must've fallen asleep because the next thing I remember was sitting up on my bed and seeing that it was almost five in the afternoon. My breasts hurt and I had morning wood (Or so I assume). I know, that sounds absolutely insane, but that is where I was. I was still naked from before (I had collected some clothes while Wendy was panicking, but had dropped them on the floor again when I fell asleep).

I still felt strange and wondered what had happened with Wendy and me. Who had seduced who? Had either of us intended that? I thought back to the way it had felt, being inside of Wendy and knew that I didn't know the answers to those questions or really care. It had felt incredible to be with her. The real question was what it meant now. Just before we'd had sex, I'd felt so close to her, finally feeling like we were really friends. We'd finally let each other in. I began to feel worried that adding sex with that situation had somehow ruined that before it started. I needed to talk to Wendy. I needed to know that I hadn't screwed everything up.

But, before I could do that, I needed some relief. All I could think about was my aching tits and my throbbing cock (this thing was hard more often than it wasn't!). I looked around the room and saw the big cup that I'd used the first time I'd expressed my milk sitting on my dresser. Wendy must've put it back in my room when she was done with it. It was exactly what I needed.

I got up from the bed, my breasts jiggling and my cock bouncing, and grabbed the cup. I knew exactly what I was doing now. I walked the cup over to my desk and set it down. I positioned my first breast over the cup and started to squeeze the hot, white liquid out of my body. It was no longer novel, I'd done this several times now, but it didn't feel any less wonderful.

"Oh Wendy," I moaned for some reason as the milk splattered out of my tits and formed a thick, white accumulation in the bottom of the cup. I was faster than I'd been before, but more gentle. It didn't hurt my breasts as much, but I got more out in a shorter time. The whole while I could feel the orgasm building inside of me.

When my first breast was empty and six ounces of warm milk was sitting in the bottom of my cup, I quickly switched over to my other breasts. I looked down at my hard cock while I squeezed my breast, noticing that it was dripping pre-cum. The dome of my tip looked shiny and hard, like it was about to shatter it was so rigid. I wanted to know what it felt like, but I kept my hand away from it, afraid that the slightest touch would make it burst. I squeezed evenly, moaning and rocking on my heels as more and more of my milk poured into the plastic cup.

Finally, I gave one last squeeze and the final drops of milk poured out of my breasts. Even as it did so, I felt the strain in my body reach an unbearable pitch. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. The last thing I did before my mind went completely blank was to grab my cup off of the desk and hold it down, right underneath of my aching cock. I felt the stress burst through my body and then a haze seemed to form over my eyes. All I could feel was an intense warmth and a steady release of pressure, especially from my cock. I could just barely hear, on the wasted edge of my consciousness, the sound of jets of my sperm sloshing into my cup of milk. Finally, I felt the last of it splash into the bottom, before setting down the glass on the desk.

Lucky I did, but because I barely had the strength to stay up. As soon as the cup was safely placed on the counter, I dropped onto the floor, and my vision, briefly, left me. I realized I'd been holding my breath the entire time, heightening my orgasm, but making me lightheaded. I took deep breaths, sucking in the air until I felt better. When I finally stood up again, I felt wrung out again, and supremely relaxed. I saw that my cock was now flaccid and felt satisfied.

Then I realized, the milk! I don't know what had possessed me to put the cup under my cock while I was coming. I guess, in my orgasmic state, I had still hoped not to make a mess. But now, I was just curious to see what happened. I looked down into the glass. I could see the milk and the cum, sort of separate but still mixed together. There was a lot of it, about twenty ounces, and it felt heavy in my hand. I leaned forward and sniffed it. It could make out the sweet aroma of the milk but with a strong undercurrent of the musky sperm.

I wondered for a moment, deep in the recesses of my brain, what the hell I was doing. This was weird, everything I was doing was weird. All of Lilith's little changes seemed to be messing with my personality. But I was too interested to stop now. I wanted to tasted my little witches brew. I lifted it up to my lips and was just about to pour the somewhat chunky looking liquid down when I stopped.

"No," I said out loud, "I need to stir this." I don't know what I decided that needed to happen, but once I thought of the idea, I couldn't think of anything else.

I knew I needed to go to the kitchen, so I needed to get dressed. I ran over to my closet and found a big t-shirt that would fit over my breasts and slipped on a pair of pajama pants. It was a little early, but I wouldn't look strange on a Sunday afternoon. When I was all dressed, I put my hair up (it was still dirty from fucking Wendy) and put on a little perfume (to cover the smell of spit, cum, milk, and sweat). Then I headed out to the kitchen.

When I reached the kitchen, I could hear the television in the living room. I decided to be quiet. I opened up the draw and found a spoon. I looked down into the thick liquid in the cup and sloshed it once. I licked my lips, I wanted to taste it so bad. Then I dipped the spoon in the cup and started to rapidly mix it, like I was making chocolate milk. What would this be Spunk Breast Milk? A Cum Shake? I smiled to myself as I watched the milk and the sperm slowly start to blend together.

"Larissa?" I heard a voice said and almost jumped out of my skin. I turned and saw Wendy standing in the doorway. She had apparently taken a shower since our little adventure, she looked clean and beautiful. Even if she was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a t-shirt. She looked a little nervous and I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

"Hey Wendy," I said, a little too casually. She put her finger up to her lips.

"Gina is just in the other room. But I heard your door open and I wanted to talk to you about something," she said. She was holding both of her hands in front of her stomach and twisting her fingers around in a really painful looking fashion. She was staring down at her hands and it was apparent that she had been waiting to say something all day and was now feeling scared. I let go of my spoon and reached over and grabbed her hands gently, stopping the twisting. She looked up at me innocently and smiled.

"What did you want to say?" I asked, I sounded calm but inside I was terrified. Once again she was silent, but I let her stand, it was clear she needed to be ready. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke.

"I don't know what happened in your room today. And I am really sorry," she said. I was taken aback. I had been expecting her to say she didn't want anything to do with me. Or that she wanted me out of the house.

"Sorry? Why?" I asked. She put her hand up, imploring me not to interrupt. I stayed quiet.

"Listen, you told me in confidence that you had a medical condition. I was naturally curious because it is...a unique condition. But I got carried away or something. I don't know, it was like something was controlling me. I had no right to do what I did. It shouldn't matter if it felt good (and Larissa, I am ashamed because it felt so good). But, I am sorry."

"Wendy," I said, touched by her sentiment even if it wasn't actually warranted. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as well, "You don't have to be sorry...I felt...I felt the same way that you did. I wanted it as much as you, and was as confused by it as you."

"Thank you," she said, barely above a whisper. I looked and saw tears in her eyes. Her shame made me ashamed and I wrapped my arms around her. We held each other in the kitchen. Both feeling awkward, but loved. I can't describe...it was almost more intimate than having sex.

"Are we...okay?" I asked. It was the question I'd been worried about all day, even if I'd shoved it down into my subconscious.

"You still want to be my friend?" she asked, almost like she was incredulous.

"Of course!" I blurted, "You are beautiful and smart and sweet. Everyone wants to be your friend." I blushed as I finished. Being honest with Wendy about my feelings for her was tough, but I had to make her understand that she hadn't done anything wrong.

"Larissa," she said, releasing me from the hug and looking at me, "I like you. A lot. I want to be your friend. And I hope I didn't mess it up earlier. And I think we can be... but even though what happened today felt so good. I don't think we can stay friends if we ever do that again. I just think... that friends can't really do that. And I value you as a friend too much to lose it for sex. Even great sex." For a moment I thought about what she was saying. I hadn't even wanted Wendy, right? (I didn't think too deeply about that). And here was everything I'd said I'd wanted at the beginning: an in to the good social graces of my peers.

"I think you're right," I said and she looked relived, "Let's just, you know, live like this never happened." She nodded.

"I like that," she said and I could see her shoulder's lift. It was clear that she'd been weighed down by her guilt. I thought for a moment that it was strange that Wendy would feel any anxiety over anything social. And then I wondered if everyone felt the way I did all the time, they were just better at hiding it.

"So friends?" I asked.

"Friends," she said and took my hand and shook it. We felt like things had changed. And the room became less constricting. "Hey, speaking of which. Why don't you come in the living room? You've been cooped up in your room all weekend. Why not watch a movie with Gina and me?" And then Wendy was sort of back to her usual bubbly self, completely fulfilling our plan to live like it had never happened. For a split moment I considered making a normal excuse and going back to my room. But then, I changed my mind.

"Yeah, that sound nice, let me grab a bag of chips and I will be right in," I said and Wendy smiled at me and walked out the door. I consciously avoided staring at her ass as she walked out, picturing her naked as I had seen her earlier in the day, covered with cum and spit. Instead, I focused, and saw only a friend.

"Everything is just going to be normal," I said out loud. But, as I said it, I looked down at the cup in my hand. The cum and milk was still swirling and certainly not normal. I considered dumping the stuff down the sink. But as I looked at it, I caught a brief whiff of its heady scent. And that uncontrollable curiosity was on me again. I lifted the stuff to my lips and took a deep sip. I groaned just as it touched my tongue. It was better than it smelled, intensely sweet with a strange, but alluring, musky under tone. Almost, I shouldn't make this joke but I will, nutty. It was wonderful.

I felt my nipples harden and my cock stir in my pants. I shook my head. Nothing was normal just yet. And, I lectured myself that that would change. Or, I suppose, unchange. I had one wish left. But even as I told myself that, I took my glass of milk and cum with me to the living room. To sip on while I watched a movie with my new friend.

* * * * *

I headed back to my room about two hours later. We'd watched a goofy romantic comedy. Usually, those aren't my speed but it was fun with the girls. They made sarcastic comments about the plot and discussed who was the best looking guy in the movie. It was fun. I even joined in. Gina seemed nice, if a little bit ditzy. And Wendy was as good as her word, she never seemed awkward or anything. She just opened up and let me in. The only indication that everything wasn't as it seemed was the cum shake in my hand. When the movie was finally over and my cup was empty, I wanted to stay up later and hang out with the girls. But Wendy said she had class early and I realized I did as well. So I took my empty cup and headed to my room, feeling better than I had in a very long time.

I stepped into the room and closed my door behind me, "You know..." A loud, annoyed voice suddenly said just behind me. I screamed and nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned quickly and saw Lilith, looking more fiercely beautiful than ever, standing just a foot behind me, swinging her tail in her hand.

"You sure do mention Jesus and God a lot while you are fucking," she said, brushing past me and walking over to my bed, "But I think that is a little rude. After all, I was the one who got you laid. Not them. Or Him. Or whatever. The whole Trinity thing confuses and bores me. The point is, I think I deserve a little credit." And with that she plopped down on the bed.

"Credit?" I asked. I was still shocked whenever she appeared, despite all the evidence.

"It still reeks of spunk and sweat in here. Those are MY smells, I love those smells," she said and closed her eyes. I realized what she wanted credit for.

"I never said I wanted to get laid!" I said, "I never said I wanted anything like this." She smiled at me and clucked her tongue.

"You never say you want what you want I think," she said, "don't act like your eyes haven't always been all over pretty little missy's body. Do you tell yourself you are appreciating it...aesthetically?" she asked and then cackled in that way she always did. I felt my cheeks get red. But was Lilith right? I'd been dancing around that question all day. But I still wasn't ready to confront it head on.

"Even if I did," I said, "I never would have acted on it. You changed me."

"You asked to be changed hon," she said with a grunt, "You asked for balls and you got 'em. People with balls tend to have strong feelings about girls. Not always, but often. You were already going that direction, this just pushed you the last little bit." She explained. She rolled back onto my bed, stretching seductively. I guess what she said made sense. To a point.

"But Wendy. You didn't change her, but she was...she said she felt like she wasn't in control of herself and I felt that way too. That has nothing to do with balls," I said.

"Says someone who has never been a teenage boy," she laughed, "But well, I must admit, there was a slight complication. See, I gave you the balls, but I assumed (correctly I am sure) that you wanted balls but didn't want to be a man. Well, I cut out some of the things that normally come with balls (you know, extra testosterone and so on) to prevent you from growing a beard or a stockier frame. I had to replace those things with something. So I...I may have added some extra pheromones. And of course, sexual hormones for you. That filled the gaps but it may have increased your libido. And your sexual charisma. I think, it was really a positive change, don't you?" She said as though all of that would make sense to me. But I was more upset than ever. That explained Wendy's reaction.

"I feel like I did something wrong to her now," I said, "Like I acted without her consent."

"Trust me honey," she said, "Phermones only get you halfway. If you aren't attracted to someone for other reasons, you don't pick them up. She thought you were cute before. Maybe not cute enough to fuck, but she liked you." I couldn't help but feel a bit proud at that, but I couldn't be sure that Lilith was telling the truth. In fact, that was the problem all along. Lilith was always doing something when she said she was doing something else. I felt indignant and I marched up in front of her.

"Listen Lilith," I said, "I know you have been just doing what I asked. But I didn't want the things that I got." I said, knowing I was sounding confused.

"Spill it sister," Lilith said, staring up at the ceiling as though she were bored, "I am as tired of your games as you are of mine. Let's just do this last one."

"Fine," I said, "I want to be normal. None of this has been the way I wanted it. I want to be normal." Lilith looked at me like she were surprised.

"Normal? What's wrong with the way you are now?"

"I am a fucking freak with big milky tits and a goddamned cock!" I said.

"Yeah, its unorthodox. But didn't you get what you wanted? Don't you feel less alone, and more prospects for connection than before?" she asked. And for a moment I stumbled. She was right. I had a friend and the possibility of more friends. And I wasn't a virgin. And I loved my breasts and...if I was being honest, I liked my cock too. She watched me as I thought. But then I thought of Wendy. It didn't matter what we'd said, I knew in my heart if I kept all these pieces I would want her again. I had to give up the tools I used to make her my friend if I wanted to keep her my friend.

"You helped," I admitted, "You did, I couldn't have done this without you. But I need to be normal."

"Then say it like a wish," she said, her eyes on fire. I wondered why, but I had to keep going before I chickened out.

"I wish I wasn't weird anymore," I said.

"Done!" she said. And her tail whipped around. This time I ducked, but as it whipped back it hit me in the back of the head and one last time, I was out.

Chapter 4: Normal

I woke up the next morning with a start. The instant my eyes opened I was sitting straight up in my bed and wiping the sleep from my eyes. I looked down and saw that my breasts were still billowing out the front of my t-shirt. And my nipples ached. I needed to be milked. I was confused. How had Lilith screwed with me this time?

But, I thought, breasts are "normal" and I had asked to be normal. Maybe she'd just interpreted that to mean I didn't want a cock. After all, I loved my breasts. That was pretty reasonable guess. So I grabbed hold of my covers and thrust them down. I looked between my legs. I had worm a pair of boy-shorts to bed. I didn't even need to pull them down. I could see the hard outline of my erect cock in my panties. Lilith hadn't changed anything! She had completely screwed me out of my last wish and... the phone was ringing.

I reached over next to the bed and looked at the screen. Just as I had suspected the number dialing in was "666." Lilith was on the line. I felt absolute rage building up inside of me, but I took a deep breath and controlled myself before doing anything. Finally, I clicked the button.