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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Part 1

Hope you enjoy it.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
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This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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THE PROMISE

It was a little before 2 on a Tuesday when he got the call.  He 
answered with his usual, "Parker residence."

The voice on the other end of the line said, "Mister Shawn Parker, 
this is officer James of the city police.  There's been an accident. 
Your wife has been seriously injured.  You need to come down to Mercy 
General.  Now."

He almost missed the cradle returning the phone to its base.  He 
didn't even shut off the computer where he was coding a program.  He 
ran and got the baby (little Alexander, the light of his life 
alongside his wife), put him in a set of his most simple baby 
clothes, and rushed to the car.  He loaded Alex into the baby seat, 
and drove to the hospital.

As he went, he wondered what had happened.  Just an hour before, 
June, his wife, had left the house, saying that she just needed to 
get a few things from the store.  She said she had put Alex down for 
his nap, and he should have no problems.  But then he remembered she 
had acted a little funny when he asked her how long she was going to 
be.  She had said, "Oh, just a while," in a tone slightly louder than 
a mutter and gave him a peck on the cheek.  Thinking of that kiss, 
there was something strange about it.  It had a... finality to it, 
almost a good-bye kiss.  He was going to ask her about it, but when 
he looked up to her she blew him a kiss and all thought of asking her 
anything left his mind.  Then she backed out of the room, never 
taking her eyes off of him until she had no choice.  Had she known 
what was going to happen?

Almost as soon as he thought it, though, he had an answer.  She HAD 
to know.  June was a sorceress, and a prophet.  She was one of the 
most powerful, most accurate seers in the history of her magickal 
order.  She must've known.  But why didn't she tell him?

He drove into the hospital parking lot, grabbed Alex, and ran into 
the emergency room doors.  Almost as soon as he was through them, he 
saw his mother-in-law in a seat.  It wasn't a surprise.  June's 
mother, Mary, was another sorceress and would've known the minute the 
accident occurred that something had happened.  But Shawn didn't have 
a problem with that.  He and Mary had a good relationship, with Mary 
often being a replacement for the mother he had never had.

He ran up to her, asking, "What happened?  Where's June?"

"She just got out of surgery.  The doctors haven't told me much."

"But what happened?  How did she get here?"

"She was involved in a car accident.  The driver of the car who hit 
her said he was driving along when a ball rolled out in front of him 
with a kid following close behind.  He slammed on his brakes, but he 
was moving too fast.  But then June runs out into the street, grabs 
the child and throws him out of the way, saving him, but dooming her. 
The car struck her full on, putting her here.  I just don't 
understand why she didn't foresee this."

"I think she did.  She was acting so weird when she left the house 
earlier.  I just don't understand why I didn't say anything before."

Mary looked him up and down, then said, "She spelled you.  It 
prevented you from stopping her."

"But why?"

"There's only one thing I can think of that would get her to not tell 
anyone what she was planning or what would happen.  A death 
confluence."  Seeing that Shawn didn't understand, Mary explained, "A 
death confluence is where negative energy masses in an area.  If 
there's anybody near it as it discharges, it can result in their 
death."

"Why didn't she just avoid it?"

"The only way to avoid a death confluence is to avoid the area until 
the negative energy discharges.  The area where she was struck was 
outside a park.  Lots of kids, their parents, innocent drivers.  If 
it was a death confluence, then someone was bound to die there.  She 
took it on herself so that no one else would have to."

"But the doctors can save her?  This doesn't have to be lethal?" 
Mary held her tongue, unwilling to either answer his question or tell 
him a lie.  But Shawn understood her silence and asked, "What about 
your healers?  Can't they save her?"

"Only if she'll let them.  If this is a death confluence, she won't 
let them heal her to keep the negative energy from them."

Before they could continue their conversation, a doctor, dressed in 
hospital scrubs covered in blood, stepped up to them.  "Mister 
Parker?"

Shawn turned to him.  "Yes, doctor?  How is my wife?"

The doctor, barely able to get it out, said, "I'm sorry.  The damage 
was just too extensive.  Quite frankly, I'm amazed she's still alive."

Shawn was too shocked to say a thing.  Just then, a nurse stepped up 
and said, "Excuse me.  Doctor, mister Parker, Mrs. Parker has somehow 
managed to shake off the anesthesia, and is asking for her husband."

Shawn looked to the doctor.  He simply nodded, saying, "Go ahead. 
Your wife needs you."

The nurse took him into the room with his wife, then left.  The 
figure on the bed asked, "Shawn, is that you?"  June's voice was 
ragged and she was clearly having trouble breathing.

Seeing June brought tears to his eyes.  She had dozens of tubes 
running from her to the machines around her bed.  The only sound 
other than her was the constant beep-beep of the heart monitor.  But 
Shawn put on a weak smile and said, "Save your strength, dear.  The 
doctors say you're going to get better."

June's mouth turned up at the corners.  "Shawn, never lie to a woman 
who can tell the future.  Besides, you're no good at it.  I'm dying 
and I know it."

Shawn choked back a sob.  "Why didn't you tell me what you were doing?"

"Because you'd've either stopped me or insisted on going in my place. 
I couldn't allow that.  I'm sorry, Shawn.  But you must go on without 
me because I couldn't go on without you."

"I don't think I can go on without you."

"You must.  For Alex's sake."

"I'll try."

Speaking with total confidence, June said, "You will do more than 
try, my love.  You will succeed and prosper.  In ways you never 
imagined."

"You've seen the future?  What did you see?"

June, somehow, managed to smile.  Her breathing became more ragged, 
and she was forced to take many pauses to conserve her strength to 
keep talking.  "You'd... never... believe me.  Love,... I can't... 
remember.  Did you... promise me, yet?"

"Promise you?"

"Guess... not.  Promise me... something,... Shawn."

"Anything."

"Promise me... that no one... outside... the family,... the 
biological... family... will ever feed... Alex."

Shawn was confused.  "Just feed him?  But why?"

June was forced to take a deep breath.  "Promise me!"

Shawn took her hand.  "Okay, June-bug, I promise."

June relaxed.  "Shawn, hold my hand."

Shawn reflexively clenched her hand in his.  "I am, June-bug."

For the first time, fear crept into her voice.  "I can't feel you, 
Shawn.  I can't feel your hand."

Shawn lifted her hand to his chest.  "Feel my heart, love."

A look of contentment came over June.  "There you are."  Shawn 
started to cry, knowing the end was near.  "Shawn, over the next few 
months you will face many things which will give you cause to resent 
me, maybe even hate me, but if you just stick to that promise, all 
will turn out right in the end."

Shawn couldn't imagine anything that would ever make him resent June, 
much less hate her, but this wasn't the time to argue.  "Okay, love."

The beeping of June's heart monitor changed to a more erratic 
pulsing.  June, much weaker, said, "Shawn, no matter... what... 
happens,... always... remember... that..." June took a deep breath, 
"I love you."

Shawn wasn't even able to reply before the beeping of the heart 
monitor had changed to the steady whine of a flatline.  Shawn was 
only vaguely aware of a group of people moving frantically around 
him.  At some point, June's hand and his were pried apart, and he was 
sent out to the waiting room.  His eyes were so blurry with water 
that he could barely see a thing, but was aware of Mary's arms around 
him as he broke down in tears.

************

TWO DAYS LATER...

Shawn walked the living room, trying to console a bawling Alex.  He 
had been fitful and hard to deal with ever since his mother had died, 
but since his two o'clock feeding, he had been crying constantly, and 
nothing Shawn could do would help.

Shawn heard the doorbell and went to get it.  When he opened the door 
and saw Mary, he said, "Thank god."

Mary, real concern in her voice, asked, "What's wrong, Shawn?  You 
look terrible."

Shawn gave Alex to his grandmother.  "I've been up since 2 AM.  Alex 
won't stop crying.  He was never this bad with June.  I think her 
death has hit him awfully hard."

Mary scanned him with her magic senses.  "It's not his mother's 
death, although I'm sure that's making it worse.  You are aware that 
your son has a very large magic potential?"

"Yes.  June and I discussed it.  I felt that as long as he wasn't 
pressed into a life of magic, it wasn't a big deal."

"But what you may not know is that a person with high magic potential 
tends, as a baby, not to handle bottle formula real well.  No one 
knows why, but they only tend to take natural breast milk without 
problems."

"Great.  Now what?"

"Well, there is a spell that will start a woman's breasts lactating. 
I could cast that on a volunteer who could feed Alex."

"Could you cast it on yourself?  Or have someone else cast it on you?"

"No.  The spell won't work on a woman who has gone through menopause. 
But I'm sure I can get someone from the coven to volunteer."

"Can you cast it on me?  A man's chest has all the things necessary 
to feed a child.  It just never develops."

"I... suppose.  But why?"

"I promised June.  I swore I'd never allow anyone outside the family 
to feed Alex.  If you can't, then that leaves me."

"Well, the coven is considered family."

"No.  She specified biological family only.  I suspect to 
specifically exclude the coven."

"She did?  How strange.  Well, there's always her cousin Amanda."

"And how long will it take for Amanda to get here?  Even if she can 
leave immediately, we're still looking at ten to twelve hours before 
she gets here.  And the rest of your family will take even longer, 
most of them not even being in this country.  And I'm an orphan.  I 
don't even know if I have a biological family.  What's the problem? 
Won't the spell work on a man?"

"I have no idea.  The spell has never been cast on a man.  I think 
for obvious reasons."

"So let's try it and find out."

Mary sighed.  "You don't understand, Shawn.  Magic isn't like 
science.  Actions A under conditions B do not always produce the same 
results C.  The effects of a spell can vary depending on the caster, 
the target, the time of day, month, AND year, lunar cycles, planetary 
cycles, celestial cycles, as well as any number of unseen influences. 
It will usually fall within a certain range of effect, but since this 
spell has never been used on a man, I have no idea what that range 
is."

"So try it and we'll see what happens."

"Shawn, I hate to say this... but forget the promise.  Any member of 
the coven would gladly volunteer to serve as a wet nurse."

"Even Alanna?"

"Alanna's bitterness towards you is the result of June's decision to 
marry you.  But if she were called upon to serve, she would for her 
love for June."

Shawn shook his head.  "I'm sorry, Mary, but I never broke a promise 
to anyone, much less the woman I love.  If I have to break it for the 
well-being of Alex, I will.  But until we try all other options, I 
must stay true to my promise."

"But-"

"Please, Mary.  Just try.  If it fails, we can discuss other options."

Mary thought about it.  "Alright.  But you're the first man this 
spell has been cast on in known history.  I want to document all of 
this."

"Okay."

Mary took Alex and placed him in his crib.  "Focus on Alex's crying. 
Knowing you are doing this for him should aid you in accepting the 
effects of the spell."

"Should I take off the shirt I'm in?"

Mary thought about it.  "Perhaps you should.  In fact, maybe you 
should get naked.  That way if there are any strange physical 
effects, we can see them immediately."

"Alright."  Shawn quickly removed all his clothes, standing naked in 
the center of the room.

Mary stood off and chanted her spellsong.  As she chanted, Shawn felt 
the weirdest thing.  It was like he could understand every third 
word, but the understanding left his mind as soon as the next word 
was uttered.  It wasn't the first time it had happened.  The few 
times he had been present when June had cast a spell, the same thing 
had occurred.  He had always meant to ask his wife about it, but 
somehow had never gotten around to it.

The power Mary summoned swirled about him, then concentrated on his 
chest.  He looked down and watched in fascination as the magic 
changed him.  It was subtle, and had he not been looking, he'd not 
have seen it.  Shawn had never been "buff", but neither was he 
extremely out of shape.  But he did have a bit of flab on his chest, 
and, as he watched, it rounded out, his nipples becoming slightly 
puffier.  When the spell finished, Shawn had breasts.  They were 
tiny, tiny things, and wouldn't even fill out a training bra (as if 
you could find a training bra to fit a 6' tall man), and were 
noticeable only if pointed out.  Shawn reached up and squeezed his 
nipples.  A small bit of white liquid dribbled out on his fingers and 
he licked it.  "Mmmm.  That's breast milk.  Tastes just like June's."

"Do you have any paper?  I need to write this down."

"Sure.  I keep a pad in the computer desk for scratching down my 
thoughts as I work."

Mary got the pad out of his desk, and started writing, speaking as 
she did.  "Only noticeable physical effects: slight growth of the 
mammary gland within target's chest."  She asked Shawn, "How do you 
feel?"

Shawn cupped the underside of his chest.  "Well, to be honest, my 
chest feels a lot heavier than this little growth would indicate.  It 
feels like two weights on my chest."

"Well, your chest is filled with liquid now, but I meant on a more 
esoteric, emotional level.  Notice any changes to your outlook on 
life?"

"What do you mean?  I haven't noticed any urge to have a massive pair 
hanging from my chest, if that's what you mean."

"Not exactly.  Have you noticed any strengthening of your nurturing desires?"

"Well, I feel an... anticipation, I guess would be the word for it. 
A desire to actually put these things to use for Alex."

"I think you should do it then.  We'll see if that has any further effects."

Shawn walked over and picked up his son.  Alex had settled down a bit 
and was no longer openly bawling, but was still gurgling in a 
discontented way.  Shawn sat down in a chair and cradled his son as 
he placed Alex to his breast.  Alex almost immediately latched onto 
the nipple and started suckling hungrily.  As soon as he did, Shawn 
felt a surge of sexual pleasure run straight from his breast into his 
dick.  Shawn had to fight to keep from taking his dick in hand and 
stroking it.  Alex quickly depleted the milk in one breast and Shawn 
switched him off to his other nipple.  Shawn experienced another wave 
of sexual pleasure as Alex fed on his milk.  It was only a short 
while longer before Alex stopped, and yawned, falling asleep in 
Shawn's arms.

Shawn stood and put Alex back in his crib.  He felt somewhat 
conspicuous with his hard-on bouncing up and down in front of him as 
he moved, but Mary was tactful enough not to say anything.  Shawn 
said, "That was so incredible.  I didn't think it'd be that sexual. 
Was it like that with you and June?"

"No.  There was nothing sexual about it when I fed June.  I gained 
pleasure from the act, but it wasn't sexual."

"Weird.  I think I almost came right there just from feeding Alex."

"Well, men are wired differently from women.  Not to be too blunt, 
but how are you planning to deal with... little mister happy?"

Shawn blushed.  "Well, how would you expect me to deal with him? 
I'll take a couple copies of my Playboy's into the bathroom and 
'handle' him."

Mary sighed.  "There's no delicate way to ask this.  Would you handle 
it out here?  The spell was not designed to cause a sexual feeling in 
the breasts, but you have commented that you have experienced that. 
It may have affected your sexual performance in regards to... 
self-pleasuring.  I'd like to watch and record these events."

"I... don't think so."

"Shawn, please.  You did say I could record the effects, and this 
could be something that was affected."

"But-"

"Shawn, if you can think of one reason, other than you're just 
embarrassed, I'll let it go."

Shawn thought about it, but had to admit that he really didn't have 
any reason other than his own self-consciousness.  So with a brief 
grunt of assent, he took his dick in hand and started stroking it. 
He pumped himself for a while until he sprayed his sperm out onto the 
rug.  After he was finished, Mary asked, "Did that take longer than 
usual?"

"I think so, but that may have been because I was expected to perform 
for an audience."

"Understandable.  You also produced a fairly large amount of semen."

"Well, I haven't... done anything since the morning June... died." 
Tears came to Shawn's eyes.  "She knew.  Even that morning, she knew."

"Shawn, what's wrong?"

"Our lovemaking that morning.  It was really intense.  More intense 
than it had ever been before."  Shawn sobbed.  "She knew it'd be our 
last time together."  Mary wrapped her arms around her son-in-law as 
he cried his eyes out.  After he finished, he asked, "Why couldn't 
she tell me?  Why couldn't she let me protect her?"

"Because she knew that your protecting her would mean your death."

"But that was my job.  It was my job to protect my wife no matter the cost."

"I know.  But prophets, male or female, tend to become manipulative. 
It's a result of 'The curse of Cassandra.'"

"June was cursed?"

"Not exactly.  You do know the reference?"

"Cassandra, a figure of Greek myth.  Cursed by the gods to always 
know the future, but to never be believed when she tried to warn 
others."

"Uh-huh.  Well, all seers go through a version of the same thing. 
Sometimes they see a future that the people involved in don't want to 
believe, so they refuse to listen.  As a result, the seer learns to 
manipulate others into doing what they need to in order to get the 
best result.  For some reason, June saw this as the best course of 
action and carried it out without letting the rest of us know what 
she intended."

Mary thought about it and continued, "In fact, I think she knew about 
this a week ago."

"Why?"

"The spell I used on you is not widely used.  About a week ago, 
though, out of the blue, while June was feeding Alex, she reminded me 
of it.  I thought it was just a bit of memory coming from the 
reminder of Alex's feeding.  But if she hadn't reminded me of it, I 
probably wouldn't have remembered it so quickly."

"So I guess this is what June had in mind."

"Having experienced it, do you want me to reverse the spell?"

"No.  June promised me that if I stayed true to my promise, then 
everything would work out in the end."

"Alright."  She handed him the pad of paper.  "Okay, over the next 
few days, I want you to record everything you notice different."

"But you've cast the spell.  Aren't the changes finished?"

"Maybe.  Maybe not.  Besides, you may have undergone other changes 
that we haven't noticed yet."

"Like what?"

Mary shrugged.  "I don't know.  Like I said before, this spell has 
never been cast on a man before.  It's designed not to affect 
intellect or emotion, but anything might result."

"What can I expect?"

"Anything.  As far as I know, you might wake up tomorrow with an 
insane desire to wear June's clothes."  Seeing Shawn's shocked look, 
she said, "Relax, I'm just kidding."  Shawn breathed a sigh of 
relief, but Mary mentally added, 'Mostly.'  Continuing, she said, 
"But seriously, write down everything you notice, whether you think 
it has anything to do with the spell or not.  If you feel you have 
to, write down what you think caused the change, if not the spell, 
but write down everything regardless."

"Alright."

"Now do you need anything else?  Someone to make a trip to the store? 
More diapers?  Anything?"

"No.  I'm good."

"Okay.  I've got a meeting with the coven, but if you need anything, 
just beep me."

"Alright.  Mary?"

"Yes?"

"I've always meant to ask you.  You call yourselves sorceresses and 
sorcerers, but isn't a coven a gathering of witches?"

Mary shrugged.  "I suppose technically the word doesn't apply, but 
it's a convenient word to use for our gatherings.  Why?"

"Just curious.  See you later."

After Mary left, Shawn walked over to the computer.  As he walked, he 
noticed the swish of his hair on his shoulders.  He usually cut it 
before it got that long, and, if asked, he probably would've guessed 
he had another couple weeks before it got long enough to need a cut. 
He briefly considered writing this down, and finally decided not to 
bother.  Just because he needed a haircut couldn't have been caused 
by the spell, could it?

************
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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