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One Little Wish

Philip watched with pride as his college class president, Kate Fontaine, gave her graduation speech. As it happened, Philip and Kate had been friends since they'd been assigned as lab partners back in 9th grade. The two had never date, though Philip had on several occasions expressed his desires for the intelligent beauty. Kate had never wanted to be anything other than friends despite the fact that Philip was a good looking, smart guy from a good family. A girl could certainly do worse. For Kate though, things were simple, either there was that first spark or there wasn't. She needed a man who made her wet when he walked into a room, and for her, Philip was just not it. For Philip though, Kate was everything. She was difficult, a natural flirt, witty, and instinctually wicked. Philip didn't think the girl had ever been told no in her life: all in all, she was crazy, and Philip felt that he was the only one who knew her well enough and loved her enough to be able to handle her.

The ceremony finally concluded, everyone threw their hats and began to disperse. Kate was hopping a flight that night to Europe to travel for a year before gradschool, and it was unlikely that Philip would see her until she got back. He couldn't imagine being away from her for a whole year. After today, Philip's only plan involved driving to his grandfather's lakehouse and a bottle of Tennessee whiskey.

Philip got in his car disappointedly, having only been able to speak briefly to Kate through a throng of well wishers. Kate had given him a peck on the cheek, wished him well, and went on her way. He cursed as a few hours later a summer storm broke upon him. He'd planned to make the drive in one long haul, but now the road was obscured and the rain wasn't doing much to help his sullen mood. With no end in sight, Philip decided the next town would be as good a place as ay to stop for the night.

Main st. had two items of interest for Philip, a Mexican restaurant and antique store. Several beers and an enchilada later, Philip stumbled into the antique store. The store clerk muttered an uninterested greeting and returned to her magazine. He wandered through the cluttered junk, creepy old dolls and crumbling newspapers, a shiny object catching his attention. It appeared to be a coin of some kind, the profile of a woman's face on one side, indecipherable writing on the other. He rubbed the side with the writing trying to get a better look through the grime, when suddenly, the writing came into focus: one wish and one wish only, it said.

He woke in the morning in a dirty motel room, cursing himself for having drunk so much: there were few things in life worse than a road trip while hungover. Philip made the secluded lake house as evening was falling. He threw his duffle bag into a corner of what served as the master bedroom of the old place, then headed for the always beer stocked fridge. Grabbing a cold six pack, Philip made his way to a large rocking chair on the back porch. He audibly let out a sigh as he sunk into the chair, heard the crickets singing, saw the full moon rise over the still black waters. He loved this place more than any he'd ever been to; his own little world.

Once he'd downed the beer, and was halfway through another pack, he decided to turn in for the night. He was in that wonderful state of inebriation where one feels no pain and everything seems right with the world. As his clothed were coming off for bed, Philip emptied his pockets, finding the strange coin. A moment of panic swept over him at the thought of getting caught stealing in a small town. The thought soon vanished though as he re-read the inscription. One wish, hmmmm, what would he wish for? The question was put aside as an image of Kate in a compromising position brought his cock to full attention. He fell back on the bed, coin in one hand, cock in the other. His hand slid back and forth, ragged gasps escaping his lips while visions of Kate danced in his head. As he came he blurted, "I wish for all my desires to come true!" Technically only one wish, but one which entailed every aspect of his life. As he opened his eyes though, and saw that Kate was not there happily bobbing up and down on his cock, he figured the wish was a bust. He thusly showered and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

A soft moan and shifting of sheets woke him. It was early morning, deep blue light filling the room. Philip literally jumped out of bed as he realized there was another person in it. He clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from screaming. No way! He thought, instantly realizing who the drowsing figure beneath the sheets was. This has to be a dream! He pinched himself, ow, fuck! Not a dream; a smile lit his features, not dream. The woman he'd been in loved with for eight years was in his bed! He wondered what other desires the magic coin had seen fit to grant. Glancing around the room, he noticed that had not been there before, Louis luggage, a Patek Phillipe watch on the bedside table. A thought crossed his mind and he went to the window: Outside instead of his old Jeep, there was a brand new black Cayenne. Nice.

A glimpse of gold caught his eye, a second glance confirmed that indeed, he was wearing a wedding ring. As Kate shifted again in her sleep he saw the corresponding ring on her finger; a large emerald. Philip was beside himself with happiness. He wanted to wake Kate immediately and make love to her, for clearly she now belonged to him. But one look at her peaceful countenance as she snuggled deeper under the covers, made him stop in his tracks.

Philip decided instead for the more subtle approach of coffee. He hummed a jaunty little tune to himself as he made coffee and pictured each and every way he planned on making love to Kate. Suddenly, as he was pouring himself a cup, a pain shot through his head, bring him to his knees; dropping the coffee, mug shattering on the floor. His hands went to his eyes, trying to clear his vision. There was nothing there but black. Memories flashed through his mind; memories of this life he was now leading, all stemming from the first moment he saw Kate and knew what it was to desire something. He remembered the first time he'd made love to her, their wedding after freshman year of college, making his first billion on a chance gamble in the stock market...He remembered everything down to last night's dinner and the reason they were at the lake house.

Oh, god! He thought as his vision cleared. And then, Kate screamed. She'd been startled by a crash from some unknown source. Her heart raced as her eyes adjusted to the early morning light. Last Kate remembered, she'd been on her way to passing out at her hostel in Spain. She was definitely no longer there, but she knew this place. Philip's lake house, he'd had parties there before. What the fuck was going on? She flung off the covers and left the bed in search of Philip; then she screamed.

Almost immediately, Philip came running through the door. "Don't panic! Don't panic!" He looked at Kate huddled on the cold wood floor; his memory had served him correctly. Kate gazed up at him, terror and anger clear in her hazel eyes.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" Aside from the fear, Philip thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Although he had new memories, he retained those from his previous life as well, so in a way, he was seeing Kate as she was now, for the first time. Her pale skin fairly glowed against the black silk nightgown. The wavy black hair she'd recently lopped off once again fell to her mid back. But these were subtle changes compared to others. Her small breasts, which she'd always taken great pride in for the small and perfect roundness, had gone from small b's to full d's, threatening to spill forth from the slinky gown. In fact, everything about her was softer, lush. And topping it off was her 7 1/2 month pregnant belly, stretching the black silk to its limits. It was a glorious sight.

"Just try to calm down!" Philip was saying, "You'll remember everything in a few minutes," he hoped.

"I think I'd remember this!" She screamed, gesturing at her swollen belly as she struggled to her feet, slapping away Philip's outstretched hand; finally taking it as she realized there was o there way up. The simple touch of his skin against hers brought an unwelcome jolt of desire through her body. She felt every bit of her connected and aching with the need to be touched. As Philip pulled her up and towards him, Kate couldn't help but notice his growing erection. For his part, Philip couldn't help but notice the two wet patches spreading across the front of Kate's straining gown; her overburdened breasts were leaking milk. Of course, he remembered, he'd put Kate on something years ago to make her constantly lactate. Perhaps it had something to do with his mother never breast feeding him. Ah, well, the benefits of being a billionaire.

She was standing now, her belly tight against his perfectly toned abs, her breasts before him, white and swollen, and there for the taking. Kate was no longer fighting him. Philip took her chin in his hand and tilted her face towards his. Kate was biting her lip, the need so clear in her eyes as they met his. She might not remember him, but her body did, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew he was the only man who could satisfy her. She was so confused, but whispered, "Please," anyways.

Philip bent and kissed her then, a hard, deep kiss, one that been waiting for eight years. He pulled away to look again into her eyes. He could see her memories hadn't returned as his had. Kate didn't know why she wanted him, she just did. "Please, just fuck me," no, not wanted, needed.

"I love you," Philip said, his lips at her throat, his hands freeing those two perfect mounds of white milk-engorged flesh. Kate moaned and knew she was wet as Philip took the heft of her heavy breasts into his hands, brushing his thumbs against the dark pink nipples. He wanted so badly to just take both into his mouth and suck at them until he was full himself, but how to ask. Kate grabbed one of Philip's hands and placed it on her thigh beneath the nightgown, it was clear what she wanted, and he was only too happy to oblige. Two fingers found their way into her hot wet slit, slipping in and out as Kate managed to get the nightgown up, over, and off, while Philip pulled her to the bed.

Kate wasn't exactly sure what was going on; she did know however that she'd never been more turned on in her life. She could feel her juices dampening her thighs and the sheets as Philip continued toying with her clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She knew she wanted him quickly and roughly inside of her, but, there was something else, a need she'd never imagined she'd have. "Philip?" She questioned, mid moan as his cock plunged inside her. "Philip? I think I need to be milked."

Had she honestly just asked to be milked? Kate got that she was fairly far gone into pregnancy, never matter how, the baby had given her a kick or two already to prove its existence. But, surely this need was beyond normal.

Philip was ecstatic, so Kate didn't realize this wet and lactating state was one she was constantly in. So she didn't remember that she had to be milked, in one form or another each day before she went out; that the milking usually involved sex, in one form or another with either himself or his wife's beautiful assistant. Kate would have to be re-taught, re-trained. Philip again wondered why he could remember this alternate past and Kate couldn't.

The thought went quickly though as he rolled over and sat up in the bed, Kate shuddering as she again impaled herself on his cock. "Hold still cow!" Philip horrifyingly heard himself saying, then realized this was somehow a term of endearment.

Kate's eyes snapped open, "What did you call me?" He couldn't figure out her tone, somewhere between confused, angry, and incredibly turned on. It didn't matter, Kate's head had lolled back again, eyes closed. Her hands were kneading and stroking her swollen breasts, the milk dribbling along her white skin. "Say it again."

"Cow?" Philip said in a rather hesitating manner, his hands now joining hers in exploration, paying especial attention to the hard nipples.

"Harder!" She begged. Philip squeezed harder, the milk coming in spurts. Finally he allowed himself the pleasure of plopping one of her fat pink nipples into his eager mouth, drawing hungrily on the sweet hot liquid. Kate had already come twice and was on the brink of a third orgasm as she continued to slowly rock against him, Philip's cock still deep inside her.

She moaned as she felt the pressure in her breasts mercifully begin to lessen. She could tell Philip was close to finishing as he alternated sucking at one breast and then the other. He held her tighter, he was so close now, as was Kate.

"You're my fat little cow!" He blurted as he came. Kate knew convention said to be offended, but instead, it had the opposite effect, tipping her into ecstasy. She realized as she snuggled into Philip's arms that she'd just had the most amazing sex of her life, thus far. Lingering on the edge of sleep, she knew that sooner rather than later that she and Philip were going to have to have a very serious discussion as to what the hell was going on. But, it could wait at least a few hours Kate decided, and fell into deep sleep, totally sated for the first time in her life.

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