No clothing could possibly cover the entirety of her body. She guessed that even most tarps would struggle to cover the entirety of her lewd “new” appearance .
Not that her clothes didn’t try. A white shirt with some stylized text was pulled down tight over her enormous, jiggling tits. Or at least, most of them. The bottom hem barely made it over her broad, protruding nips before stopping completely, leaving the bottom half of her outrageous bosom exposed. Her stomach, meanwhile, was completely bare. It bulged out in front of her, and between her new lack of flexibility and the sheer bulk of her new, bulbous body, she guessed she’d never be able to touch her belly button, and milking herself would be out of the question.
Wait, milking herself?
Yes, of course, that’s why she was here. She’d burned through pump after pump that couldn’t keep up with the sheer volume of milk her churning dairy sacks pumped out, and the people subbed to her OnlyFans were getting more and more demanding about seeing what she could do if she used something more appropriate for her growing body.
Oh, of course, that’s what was on her shirt. The text read, in plain block letterst, “Free Milk” with two arrows pointing directly at the wet spots growing around her fat nipples. As a combo with the shirt, she remembered in this new reality the gigantic, specially made booty shorts currently riding way up her ass read “Buy the Cow, Cheap” with her social media info, not that she could ever see it on her without an elaborate system of mirrors.
“Mom, I’m not going into the mall like this! It’s humiliating!”
Her mother didn’t even have to pull out her phone, though, before Joanna’s breasts moved ever so slightly, the milk factories within ramping up their production. She realized just how full and heavy they already were.
“Alright, if you insist, then we can turn around and head home. But it might be a long night for you, if you’re normally milking every hour and now you’re going to suddenly stop.”
She swore she felt a twitch from her udders at the word ‘milk.’ They were already so full… What choice did she have except to get in, get her milker, and get out?
“Fine, but can we at least be fast?”