"Ok, ok. I am sorry for buying something sketchy off the internet. But it was still bought with my money. So I really don't understand what exactly I did to deserve having to carry around these udders?"
"Udders? Is that how you usually refer to all women's breasts that are larger than average? I am shocked at how insensitive you are being Joanna. I had expected that given your own size, you would show a bit more respect to their daily struggle, not insult them by calling their breasts, udders!" ridiculed her Mom. In her head, Joanna remembered why she hated how much if a bitch her Mom could become at tines and why she always kept a distance from her when she turned 15 and first reached J-cup. It was at that time when she first saw how much of a total psycotic bitch her Mom truely was when it came to any and all criticism about the female body. Shenknew that it stemmed from her own grand mother instilling a completely messed up mentality into her that anyone who said even a single criticism, or joked about a woman's body deserved to be punnished. And apparently that mindset even extended now to Joanna, and her calling her own self things was not going to be overlooked.
Her Mom turned around and quickly typed in something then activated it. Joanna quickly grabbed her breasts as their weight suddenly increased, nearily pulling her down to the ground as the sudden change offset her center of balance. Her Mom managed to catch her though.
"Woah, careful sweetie, I know that it will take some time adjusting, but don't feel too bad. Lactating is simply a normal thing some of the more, well endowed girls, such as yourself. You just need to adjust to them as you keep maturing into a fully grown adult. I know you will get use to them in no time" encouraged her Mom.
"I-I'm... Lactating?" Joanna said in disbelief. Something about that just sounded wrong to her, yet she knew it was definitely true as she could feel her vast quantities of milk moving around inside her breasts.
While stroking a hand through her hair, her Mom asked "Speaking of which, I think it is finally time to get you set up with a properly sized milking and bottling machine. Go on and put on some clean clothes, oh but no bra, it will just be in the way anyways. I will meet you in the car once I finish up here."
Joanna quietly left the room, not wanting to even try saying a word and risk something she said being taken as a complaint. Her Mom turned back to the device and continued. A few more tweaks here and there and her "daughter" was all good to go.
She had given Joanna an intense compulsion to either wear 3in+ high heels or be completely barefoot but still standing on tip toe. All of which she just bairly could ignore if she wanted to, but then would spend the entire time uncomfortable in her selected alternitive footware. Not only that, but she also forced her to hibitually lick her lips in a seductive mannor almost all the time whenever she wasn't using her mouth for something else. Again, she made this habit able to be stopped, but would require Joanna to keep her focus in not doing it. The final edit was to her hair. Her daughter would have very long hair, like ankle length long, as well as a compulsion to take care of and style it.
"There, now you can see just how much women go through.