Mary sat on the floor, thinking of ways to get out of her predicament. Her breasts were growing larger by the minute, and she was getting shorter. She couldn't tell how tall she was at that point, her boobs having grown too heavy for her to stand. Whatever the case, the two orbs were each about the size of a beanbag chair. Mary's legs were folded up on either side of her boobs; her arms were stretched along the length of her bosom, her hands stopping a little length away from the tops of her nipples.
Mary suddenly felt pressure in her breasts, as if they were tight or something. She shifted into a more comfortable position, resting her back against the wall. When she moved, she could hear something -- a sloshing sound. It sounded close. Mary put her head closer to her boobs and moved again; when she moved, she found that the sloshing was coming from her breasts. There was something... liquid in them... and she knew what it was. Milk! Mary pressed her legs against her breasts. She felt a strange, rushing sensation in her boobs, and suddenly her nipples felt strange, as if something had... come out of them...
Mary was lactating.