"If you're scared, say you're scared." I laughed.Raising her hips, she guided my tip towards her slit. Rubbing it a couple of times through her moistu...e, she slid the tip into her.What seemed like several minutes went by as she worked me into her. During this time, I was able to play with her amazing tits. Her areolas were the size of a half dollar with rock hard nipple directly in the center. She cooed as I massaged each breast tweaking each nipple.Finally, wanting to feel all of her, I pulled. Suddenly, Tristanrealized that the transformation was in its final throes. She watchedher breasts, which were now massively too large for her now tiny body,deflate.Now, staring back at Tristan in the mirror was a girl who couldn't bemore than 12 or 13 years old. As Tristan stared at the reflection ofthe girl, who was wearing black denim capris and matching flip flops,smiled back at her sweetly. She looked back at the knob at the side ofthe mirror and saw that a number above it now read 13. . I suppose I should think of them as my two little 'Native Americans', but it was more fun to think of them as two little Indians.After letting the dogs out and cleaning up, I started some coffee so that anyone who wanted a cup when they woke up would have some.Knowing that I didn't have to be concerned with the morning chores, I contemplated all that was going on and what I needed to do today. I knew that Esteban could probably use some help milking so many cows and cleaning the extra milk cans. The routine was as comforting as I soothedmyself with each suckle. By the time I finished, I felt like most of myaches and pains were gone. "Feel better now baby?"I nodded. "Yes, Mama," I told her with a smile. Trying out my new wordfor her."Mama?"I shrugged. "Trying to keep three mommies straight is getting tiring. Idecided you're Mama, Hannah is Mommy, and Mom is... well Mom."She laughed. "I think I can live with that." She looked at my arm."Looks like nursing from me is helping with those.