Gwen typed in her own name into the blank feild. She shot both of her breasts and boosted her own 'milk' production one-thousand-fold. Her breasts began to rapidly expand as they productively created their new product.
Each of Gwen's breasts had ballooned to 3 feet in diameter. When she moved her expansive boobs, she did not feel the sloshing of milk. Rather, she felt bones rattling inside of her. It was as if each breast was pregnant with a copy of herself. Which was exactly what was happening.
Gwen squeezed each of her nipples. Something began to slowly push its way out. Hair, followed by a pair of eyes, followed by a nose, and finally a mouth and chin. Now, Gwen had two copies of her own head dangling from her own nipples.
"Um- hi, me?" Gwen asked the heads.
"Yeah, hi, me," one of the Gwen-head's responded.
"Could you help all three of us out and finish the job?" The other Gwen head passively demanded.
Gwen nodded her head and returned to sqeezing her breasts. It was a difficult process. Her nipples widened as new shoulders pushed themselves through. However, once the shoulders passed the barrier, the rest of the bodies easily slid out. Arms, fingers, a pair of boob, hips, legs, and toes emerged from each of her tits.
"Ow!" Each of the new Gwen copies complained as their naked bodies toppled onto the hard floor.
"Sorry," the original Gwen apologized to herself. Her voice was weak and feathery. Giving birth to two, fully grown copies of herself was quite the experience. She panted and panted, unaware as her boobs once again began to swell with another pair of copies.
"Should we tell her?" One Gwen clone asked the other.
"No, I want to see how far this can go," the other clone responded.
"Yeah, me too," the first clone agreed. Both of the clones' breasts had already begun to expand with clones of their own.
A few minutes later, Gwen and each of her clones had produced two, new Gwens. Nine Gwens stared at each other inside of her cramped bedroom. Gwen and all of her copies quickly rushed outside as each of their combined 18 breasts swelled with the next batch of clones.
The street was filled with the panting and grunting of Gwens as each girl 'lactated' two copies of herself. 27 Gwens littered the front lawn. The original Gwen felt her boobs grow fourth time. She rushed back inside and grabbed the Breastinator. Things were quickly escalating out-of-hand.
When she returned, Gwen saw her clones had already begun to produce another round of copies, herself included. Gwen started restoring each of clone's breasts to normal. She had to work fast. But, she managed to get to every Gwen in time bofore the next generation was born.
81 Gwens sat on the lawn, crowded the sidewalk, and spilled onto the street. Gwen let out a sigh of relief.