Mommy  1/2  F/m, m/m maybe, femdom of course.

"Isn't she a dear?  So utterly precious!  Look how her little
rosebud mouth works while she sleeps!  As if she were still
nursing.  Blowing those teeny bubbles.  And those teensy perfect
fingers curled up by her ears, with those mini fingernails!  Oh,
honey, she is so very sweet!  I'm so happy we decided to have her. 
I'm so happy you agreed!  I love you for it.  Did she nurse well
this time?"

"No problem.  In fact she was so satisfied with one breast she just
dawdled over the other and then fell asleep.  I held her for a
little while, just watching her sleep.  She's so cute!  I put her
down only a little while ago, just before you came in.  That's how
come I'm still up.  Maybe she's getting ready to quit this middle
of the night feeding?  What is it now, past two in the morning? 
That'll be a blessing!  Then finally I'll be able to get some
uninterrupted sleep."

"Maybe.  Most babies do sleep through the night after two or three
months.  Did you use your breast pump on the other breast, honey? 
We want to be sure your milk keeps coming.  Emily'll need all of it
when she weighs a little more and has a bigger appetite, and that's
only a few more months, I think.  Did you ask Phebes about it?  Dr.
Phoebe?"

"Yes.  When I was leaving her office.  'Very soon,' she said. 
'Soon she'll soon be taking both barrels.  So hang in there!'  She
had an odd grin on her face when she said it.  I think she was
mocking me!"

"Oh, she likes her little jokes.  She was amused way back,
remember, when we first came to her and proposed this arrangement. 
She liked the idea more and more, the more she thought about it,
but at first she thought it was a joke."

"Yes,  I remember all right.  She laughed and said, 'That'd fix
him!' and then she said, 'He doesn't deserve the satisfaction!  Why
don't you just let me cut it off!'  I remember that part well
enough!  She doesn't like me, Heather, she never has.  She knew
something about me and Deirdre, didn't she."

"Yes, of course.  All about it.  Phebes is one of my oldest
friends.  My husband stepping out on me, I didn't know what to
think, I didn't know where to turn.  I was going to leave you then
and there.  In fact she's the one who talked me out of it.  'Wait,'
she said.  'Give it some thought.  You'll think of something better
than that!'"

"You know, Heather, sometimes I think it might have been better if
you had just left me.  This situation is so awkward in some ways,
what we've done.  It's ...well, I don't know!"

"Oh, sweetheart, you can't mean it!  Regret all this?  Just look at
her!  You love what we've done!  You wouldn't have missed any of it
for anything in the world, would you?  Feeding this sweet baby your
own sweet milk five, six times every day?  Devoting your every day
just to keeping her comfy and happy?  It must be the greatest
feeling in the world!  It's everything I'd hoped for you.  Isn't
it?  Isn't it?"

"Yes.  I have to admit, it can be quite wonderful.  It is
wonderful!  She's so helpless, so very sweet!  And now that she's
learned to smile, when she looks into my eyes I...!" 

"See?  I thought so.  Let's let her sleep now, and get to bed
ourselves.  I'm exhausted!  I'm glad you're glad.  You know, I'm
surprised I had to persuade Phebes to do this for us, almost the
same way I had to persuade you.  I know it sounded crazy, but it
made such good sense.  She did see the advantages almost
immediately, and that overcame her scruples I think.  It saved our
marriage, that's certain!"

"I guess."

"Here, would you hang up my dress for me while I remove my make-up? 
The way I showed you?  You're a doll.  No, I don't think Phebes 
meant to call your breasts barrels.  They don't look the least bit 
like barrels.  Two large flasks, maybe.  Those leather bottles they 
use in Spain for carrying wine, 'botas'?  Maybe there's some
resemblance there.  But now they're so smooth and pearly white! 
Gorgeous, really, so full and plump now that your milk's come in,
they practically glisten!  I'm tempted to sip from you myself!  And
they're swollen all the time.  Even your nipples stay engorged I've
noticed."

"Yes.  Your Dr. Phoebe gave me shots just for my nipples around the
time you were getting ready to deliver.  'So your baby'll have no
problem finding you,' she said.  And Emily doesn't, I've got to say
that.  They fill her mouth.  They're huge.  Almost the thickness of
my thumb!  But they're so sensitive all the time!"

"Sensitive hurts, or sensitive feel good?"

"Sensitive feel very good, honey.  I mean, when that little baby's
gums are nibbling and squeezing me and she's sucking away with such
ferocious concentration, I could go wild!  Its ...exciting!  I
think I may actually have cum from the pleasure once, though there
was hardly any ...wetness down there to show for it afterward.  It
felt so intense!.  I didn't quite know how to feel about it!  I
mean, my own baby daughter making me...." 

"Yes. You may have had an orgasm.  I'd told Phebes that I
especially wanted you to enjoy nursing Emily.  So you'd be an
utterly devoted mommy, and look forward to every feeding.  And also
to compensate you so you won't miss your erections, what with all
the hormones we've been piping into you -- oh, yes, of course I've
noticed, though you seem a little ashamed of it, and haven't said
anything.  No more than to be expected!   Also, with that little
extra sensation you can  start thinking about what you might want
to do once Emily's been weaned off the breast.  You will need a new
career of some sort by then, you know.  I'd suggest more of this
kind of thing.  There are lots of other mothers out there who also
can't spare the time to breast-feed their own babies.  We could
keep you quite busy for a long time to come."

"Oh, God, Heather, no!  No way!  I'm not a nursemaid!  Well, maybe
I am right now, but when I quit my job to do this full time it was
only for us!  For Emily, until Emily no longer needs me!  That's
what we agreed!  And anyhow, just look at me, I can't leave the
house, bulging in front the way I do!"

"No hurry, darling, no need to decide anything now.  What you'll do
when Emily no longer needs you, we don't need to talk about that
for a long time to come.  But let me assure you, by then you'll
look quite presentable, quite fit to be seen by other people. 
You're almost there now.  See for yourself, your hair's already
long enough to hang neatly past your ears, it's getting to be time
we did something with it.  And your skin is clear, in fact satiny
smooth.  Where there was once chest hair you now have only that
lovely womanly cleavage I see above the decollete of your night
gown.  'Generous curves,' my romance novels call them.  You should
read some.  Lots of helpless heroines who turn out to be quite
strong in the end.  "

"They did grew a little large, my breasts."

"They have to be!  I'm really very pleased with them.  And so is
Emily, obviously, and she's the girl you really need to satisfy. 
If you're worried that they're ...prominent, well, you do have a
large frame.  They'll look very attractive when you're able to go
out again, when we can get you dressed suitably."

"How do you mean?"

"I liked it, when we were growing big together, the two of us. 
Especially those last months when I was carrying Emily, and you
were developing up top while I got bigger in my middle!  Now
there's someone who resembled a barrel, that last month!  Thank God
I've slimmed down now.  I got some very nice compliments on that
dress earlier tonight.  And not just on the dress.  Do you think by
now I've now completely recovered my figure?"

"Yes, you have, Heather.  It's beautiful now.  Come away from the
mirror and put on your nightgown, so I can turn out the light.  The
baby'll be awake again before long.  Yes, I agreed to grow breasts,
and they grew the way they grew, and I've accepted them as they
are, even though I can't let anyone see them.  But it is a little
embarrassing.  I think your friend Vivian knows.  She once told me
that I bobble and should do something about it.  And that was some
time ago, when I'd been growing them only six months or so, and
they weren't very big."

"Big enough to need a brassiere.  I hadn't noticed, myself -- she
had to point it out to me.  Yes, of course she knows, honey!  She's
my other closest friend, besides Phebes.  We often talk about what
to do with you."   

"Well, all right, the breasts are necessary.  But some other parts
of me hurt!  My testicles really ache sometimes.  And I'm sure
they're getting smaller.  When I told Dr. Phoebe, she just laughed
and said, 'It's natural, they're losing the struggle,' and then she
asked me about Emily.  She didn't seem to care.  I'm sure she
doesn't like me."  

"Who?  Emily?  Darling she loves you!  You're her mommy!  You're
her every joy and comfort!  Her very own, very sweet, loving mommy,
as far as she knows!  She can't help but love you!  As far as her
little heart knows anything, you're her everything!"

"No, I mean your Phebes.  Dr. Phoebe.  My endocrinologist.  Maybe
it isn't only me.  I just realized it today, I don't think she
likes any men."

"Phebes?  No, she doesn't.  She never has.  Even though she's a
little butch herself.  But don't you remember?  That was why we
thought she'd be willing to help us out when my gynecologist turned
us down flat.  I thought Phebes might get her own special pleasure
out of doing this to you.   And I'm sure she does.  Did she give
you your shots today?"

"Yes, of course.  All sorts.  When she finished, she told me I was
'coming along nicely!'  Now what do you think she meant by that? 
Coming along where?   Do you have any idea?  I mean, we agreed I
needed boobs to feed Emily, but that was all.  Didn't we? 
Remember?  You wanted to abort because you'd gotten pregnant just
as your career was finally taking off, you couldn't spare the time?"

"Of course I remember.  I'd just brought two huge new accounts into 
the firm, and then doubled their sales.  I can be pretty persuasive.
But no way while looking after a newborn!"
 
"And I wanted the baby, because I thought it could bring us closer
together again after my ...lapse with Deirdre.  I pleaded with you.
And you said you'd keep it only if I'd take care of it.  Because 
you didn't have the time, but you didn't want to feel guilty that 
any baby of yours was any way deprived.  Any baby of yours had to 
have all the advantages, breast feeding and a full-time mother 
included, even though you meant to keep working."

"And no nannies.  It had to be you.  I never thought you'd actually 
buy the whole package.  But you did agree.  And that was the deal."

"I thought you were just mouthing off at me, that it was a crazy 
idea, but your Dr. Phoebe sure corrected me on that score!  No 
problem, she said.  Men grow breasts all the time, she said, men 
who want to be women.  And with one more hormone, those breasts 
can make milk.  Same as any woman's.  Did I want to be a woman?  
She'd oblige me, she said.  I told her, 'No way!'"   

"Yes.  You were so vehement!  I had to break in to remind you what
we'd already agreed.  No more Deirdres.  Our marriage would become
a full partnership or else nothing.  We'd share everything.  It
would be an equal partnership all the way.  Including all the
burdens of raising a child.  And since men can't go through
pregnancies, I'd have to do that part.  But then you'd take over
and take care of everything else!  Everything!  And you agreed!"

"All right.  But that was it!  That was as far as we were going to
go!  I didn't realize then exactly what it meant, taking care of
everything, that I'd have to quit my job, and there'd be all the
diaper-changing, and so on, but I did agree to the tits and
breast-feeding for as long as it takes.  But that was it!"

"Yes, certainly.  That was as far as we were going to go!  But lots
of other things you didn't realize accompany the tits and breast-
feeding for as long as it takes.  Let me ask you this, for example. 
Are you happy with the way things are right now?  Here you are
stuck at home all day and all night, a man with big boobs leaking
milk who can't ever leave the house because there's no way to
disguise them?  I mean, when your milk lets down those breasts get
heavy!  Huge!  So you have to wear a bra all the time, or they'll
sag down to your belly!  And when your bra is supporting you
properly, they stick way out and there's no way to hide them! 
You've already torn so many buttons off your shirts we had to pack
them away!  Men's shirts aren't cut to accommodate breasts like
yours, not unless they're the size of tents.  And then when you
tried to wear oversized stretch T-Shirts, you remember how they
looked?  Obscene!  A chest like a porn star's!  I couldn't stop
laughing!"  

"Yes."

"So we had to get you some women's blouses to wear.  And they do
fit you.  But of course blouses are made to flatter a woman's
figure.  So they end up making your breasts look very attractive,
and you didn't want that either!  Because any man who sees you now
would have to notice them.  And of course any woman would notice
that they are blouses, not shirts, and would naturally assume you
were wearing them to enhance your breasts, to attract male
attention.  So here you are all the time, unable to go out the
front door!"

"I suppose.  I guess I didn't think that part through.  About being
house bound.  That I'd look a little odd if I went out to a bar or
a restaurant with you or our friends or with my buddies.  Where did
you go tonight, by the way?  You and your friend Vivian.  You said
you'd tell me all about it when you came home."

"I'll tell you.  But first let's finish this, now that we've
started.  Do you realize it'll probably be two years or more before
Emily is weaned?  I mean, our mothers moved us to solid food and a
bottle in less than six months, but pediatricians these days want
women to breast-feed for as long as they can.  Because the babies
turn out much healthier that way.  And most babies take years
before they give up the breast!"

"Years!  No way!  That's not what I read!"

"You read an out-of-date manual, baby.  I told you that at the
time.  There's no question.  We'll have to keep your milk flowing
for at least two years.  And what do you think two more years of
high-intensity female hormones will do to your body?  Look what
they've done already!  Here we are, not even a year after you
started.  Big, beautiful breasts!  Ask Emily if they aren't!  And
your testicles are disappearing you say?  And your penis too, I've
noticed.  Already you can barely squirrel that thing out of your
pants to pee through it!  If it gets hard lately, since Emily came,
I haven't seen it!"

"Heather, I figured I'd do this thing for a few months, then wean
Emily onto a bottle and stop the hormones, and get the breasts
taken off.  Six months tops, and then we'd be back the way we were
before this Deirdre thing, only better, full partners this time,
with Emily added to make us complete.  I figured we'd finish up way
ahead!"

"A few months?  Honey, as you like to say, no way!   Look around
you, sweetie!  Look at yourself!  This is your life for the next
two years at least, if we don't do something about it.  And there's
another thing.  Have you thought about sex?  What're you planning
to do with your shrinking balls and that marginal penis?"

"I figured I'd wait it out."

"For the rest of your life?"

"No, for the few months, the time I thought it would take for Emily
to quit breast feeding.  Then I'd get some shots to reverse the
effect of all these female hormones, and...."

"'For the few months'?  Beginning to catch on?  Well, you wanted to
know what your endocrinologist meant when she said that you were
"coming along nicely," so I'll tell you.  You're on your way to
becoming a woman.  The changes to your manhood are irreversible. 
What's gone is gone!  Your body is developing lots of subtle
secondary sex characteristics, surely you must have noticed. 
Breasts are only part of it.  There's that nice, rounded butt, too,
and those padded hips, so you're starting to stretch out the seams
in your pants.  It's very attractive, but it's very feminine.  You
already need pants cut like women's slacks now, and frankly, with
your problem getting your thing out to pee through, you'd be a lot
better off and a lot more comfortable wearing skirts!   Face it! 
Meanwhile, your skin is a lot smoother, and your face is much
softer than it's ever been.  It's even pleasant.  A little make-up
and I'm sure it could be attractive."

"Heather, what are you saying?" 

"I'm saying, if you expect to have any kind of a life outside this
house for the next two years at least, or any kind of a sex life,
it'll have to be looking the way girls with large boobs look, and
that means it'll have to be the kind of sex that girls with large
boobs attract.  I'm saying that you'd better get used to the idea. 
What kind of sex life do you think girls with large boobs attract?"

"I...don't know."

"Oh, yes you do.  You're just afraid to say it.  Is it that
terrifying?  Sex with men who like large boobs?  Well, let me tell
you something else.  I don't want you to feel terrified.  I don't
want you worried about anything.  Emily's the most important factor
in this equation, and she needs a happy and contented milk supply
for the next couple of years.  And that's you."

"Heather, how do you propose to make me feel happy and contented
under these circumstances?"

"Oh, stop moping.  You know perfectly well what we need to do. 
We'll do it slowly, and you'll love it.  Don't worry, I intend to
make it as pleasant for you as it can possibly be.  It's all
arranged.  As soon as you give the word, there'll be some women
coming in to see you almost daily, starting tomorrow if you can
agree to it.  They'll be with you while I'm at the office.  Experts
in femininity.  They're going to teach you how to look and live and
think like a woman, what to do, and how to enjoy it!  I do want you
to be happy.  If you aren't happy, your milk won't let down, and
eventually it'll dry up, and then Emily will be deprived, and this
will all have been for nothing.  And we can't have that."  

"Oh, you look so sad, right now!  And a little angry?  Don't be! In
no time at all you'll love it!  They're going to teach you how
women enjoy each other as well as how to be attractive to men. 
You'll especially enjoy that part of it.  How a new woman like you
with an impressive figure like yours can find satisfying partners
either way, using whatever equipment she's got.  How to dress,
make-up, behave, everything you'll need to know.  When they're done
with you, you won't be the same person at all.  Better still, you
won't want to be!"

"And if I refuse to cooperate?"

"Phebes says she has some new tranquilizers that just about remove
all the higher brain functions, so you can be as contented and
mindless a cow as any of us would want to live with. She thinks we
should start you on them now anyhow, so when you're through being
a mommy to Emily we can rent you out to other women, and you won't
mind.  You'll hardly even know."  

"Would you do that to me?"

"Would it be necessary?"

"I thought my doing my part with Emily was enough!  Are you still
trying to punish me for what I did with Deirdre?"

"Sweetheart, I can't help it if you didn't think it through for
yourself.  That agreeing to grow breasts and nurse Emily meant
agreeing to do what only women can do.  That doing something only
women can do pretty much means you have to become one!  You signed
a paper accepting that, remember, the one Dr. Phoebe's nurse handed
you when we came in for your first shots?  And I've accepted it. 
I even like the idea!"

"I didn't read that paper.  I thought it was health insurance or
something."

"You think you were tricked, somehow?  And you resent it?  You
do know that for Emily's sake, we can't allow you to stay resentful
and depressed all day, no longer a man but not willing to become a
woman!  We do have to consider what's best for the child.  It would 
ruin your milk!"

"I suppose it would."

"Let's just see.  Mmmmmmmm.  You like it when I caress your nipples 
with the tips of my fingers, don't you?  Like this?"

"Yes.  Oh, yes!"

"Shall I do it some more?  It gives you delicious feminine feelings
down deep inside you?  That you want to feel soft and beautiful?"

"Yes. Deep down.  Oh!"  

"No more resentment?"

"No, honey!  Not right now."

"You see?  There are certain advantages to breasts, aren't there?  
There's no reason for you to refuse to cooperate.  Why should you?  
It's wonderful, living the life you've been preparing your body to 
live!  And there's more!  We're also going to get you something every 
girl yearns for and very few ever find!  A live-in boy friend devoted 
to your every wish.  So you can practice being a girl with him until 
you're ready to go out and find others on your own.  So by the time 
Emily's weaned and you're free to be whatever kind of girl you want 
to be, you'll know what kind you want to be!"