"Sorry, guy," replied Wraith with a shrug, "I don't remember food. Or much of anything from my breathing days." Gee," commented the rattata, a look of...distant horror in his eyes, "I can't imagine not being able to taste stuff. Food's great!" Eh," replied Wraith with what passed for a shrug, "C'est La Morte."Nezumi furrowed his brow, thinking hard for a moment before suddenly grinning broadly. "Alright then, my fine, ectoplasmic friend!" he announced, raising up on his hind-legs and folding his. They were small, little more than budding mounds. But they were bigger than they were when I left my house. They were proper A-cups. “Bruce, I have breasts.”“That’s not all you got,” he said. “You got milk.”Those two words flashed in my mind. I had milk. Breast milk.Tingles raced out of my panties. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my torso. Right there in the hallway, not caring that other students were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet fabric. She tried to calm her beating heart by straightening her white dress, edged with the gold leaves of her order. Some of the men chuckled as she left. Iona tried to regain some dignity as she walked. She took as steadying a breath as she could. Helga directed her to a tent, smaller than the meeting tent, but still larger than all the rest Iona had seen in the encampment. As with the last, this one was lined with silks and luscious furs. A servant was polishing an expensive-looking wooden folding. "Gwen," I kneel down next to her. "are you alright?" I ask as I brush the hair out of her eyes.She stopped screaming when the gunfire had started. So I know she can hear me."'Nosis?" she asks, her voice hoarse from the strain, but she is not in shock."Here for you, girlfriend." I smiled down at her. She gives a hiccup laugh, and pulls me down for a hug."Come on ladies we don't have all day." Camulus says from the door."Cam?" She asks into the dark."Hiya sis." He says back. It is then, I.