Milk epidemic: Morning drink

 I had decided to take a shower before I headed to the kitchen to get breakfast, but this decision would leave me unaware of what was happening downstairs as the TV showed a news update about dairy products being contaminated and causing a reaction in women.

As I was finishing up my quick morning shower, I heard the bedroom door open and I turned off the water to get out, thinking my wife needed something. However, as I was wrapping a towel around my waste, I was surprised to see the bathroom door swing open as my wife stormed in.

“Whoa..! What's the rush? Are you mad that I didn't come down for breakfast right away..?” I thought that maybe she made a special breakfast to celebrate today, but nothing came to mind on what we could be celebrating. I noticed milk dripping down my wife's chin and chuckled, stepping towards her to wipe it off. “You have some-Hey!”

Suddenly I got pushed back, nearly slipping and falling, but got saved by my wife as she grabbed my waist with a surprising bit of strength. “What was that for..? Seriously, what did I do?” I tried to speak to my wife, but she seemed hyper focused on something… my chest? 

And finally I heard her speak since entering the bathroom. “Milk… I need fresh milk… Maybe…” Before I could question what she was going on about, I watched and felt her start suckling on my right nipple. “Uh… What are you doing..? Look if you wanted to fool around, you could've just said… S-So…~” 

Something wasn't right, as the more she sucked on my nipple, the more pleasure began to flow through my whole body. I was quickly sporting an erection underneath the towel I wore, but that wasn't all as I watched with wide eyes as my chest began to gradually swell outwards.

“H-Hey knock it off..!~” I cried out, but it was far too late to stop my wife now as I began to shrink in size, losing body hair and muscle mass, while the growing tits I had would slosh with milk thanks to my masculinity slowly pooling into my chest, which my wife eagerly drank. My eyes rolled back as I started to cum handsfree, making a mess of my towel and painting my thickening thighs with jizz.

As my body shifted and became more feminine, a hunger for milk made my mouth become dry, almost as if that was all that mattered now. Despite my masculinity being drank up in the form of breast milk, I couldn't care less and soon my cum spewing cock would swiftly shrivel up and cause my testicles to implode into my crotch, forming a fresh slit that already grew slick with juices.

“S-So thirsty… I need fresh milk..!~” I moaned out, before licking my swollen lips as I my hair grew well past my slender shoulders, my changes finished as I became another victim of what would be known as the milk epidemic. Once my wife finished drinking the leftover dredges of masculinity in my tits, we will search for sources of fresh milk, as that's all we wanted…

The end.