For a moment, you continue to experiment with the bulbous protrusions on your chest. They look like latex, and their skin certainly FEELS like latex, but there's something strange about them. The sloshing you feel as you move suggests that they aren't entirely solid, and while they aren't made of your own flesh you can still feel every touch, every bounce, every leak.
Every leak?!? You may not know as much about these things as an actual woman, but you DO know that they aren't supposed to do THAT. examining them, it doesn't take long to find the culprit: a small, inch-wide opening on the bottom of the left one that's leaking with... is that milk? No, it's too thick and the color, while rather light, is more a pale pink than a pure white. It's not milk, but latex that's pouring out! Unless you get these breasts off yourself soon, you're probably going to have worse than a couple of latex pillows on you.
Your first thought is to pull them of, but their "skin" is too tender and sensitive for that and it'd probably just make the hole bigger. You think that maybe you could drain the stuff into something else, but have nothing on hand to drain it into. You could hold the flow back with your hands, but you'd rather keep that stuff off of them. Given no alternative and unable to stop the pale pink latex from rolling down your belly you just sit and watch, sure that it's about to do away with your manhood. It rolls across your belly button, down to your lower abdomen, and then just stops. It doesn't even touch your soldier, thankfully. However, now you've got other problems. You feel a weight below your belly, just beyond your sight. It gets heavier and heavier until finally you can see it: a creamy pink latex cow's udder, four nipples adorning it and liquid sloshing about inside. Your left breast doesn't seem to have been affected by all this leakage as its hole seals up anc it remains on your chest, large and perky as ever.