The lady groans, massaging her sore breasts. They felt almost... Sloshy? Like they were full of a liquid. "I guess I'll go home, then. I'm hungry." She says to herself, standing up and starting her walk home. Her nipples felt hot, and she groaned as her chest throbbed, her D-cups bouncing in her top as she wandered down the trail. She reached her home, and locked the door behind her, before throwin off her top and bra. She quickly mad herself a sandwich and munched on it, trying to massage the tightness in her chest. She pored herself a glass of water, and quickly drank it, followed by three more. "What is wrong with me!" She gasped, as she finished her third glass. She was still thirsty. Parched, even. In fact, she felt like she was drying up! She went to her water tank, removed the pipe connecting it to the house. And drank directly from the tap. Water looted down her throat for a solid minute, before she turned off the tap and lay on the floor finally quenched. Her rotund aching stomach slowly started to shrink, so slow she wouldn't notice, as her breasts fed the slime inside...