Amy slowly got up from where she had been sitting, her breasts and udder sore of the milk engorged inside them. She slowly began walking past the aisles trying not to jostle her four swollen breasts. They were so full they refused to squish in like normal breasts would when she touched them and her eight teats stood out straight, painfully erect and slowly dripping milk. And they were heavy, she struggled to walk upright the weight of her udder-breasts pulling her down. She tried milking herself but she was unable to get ahold of her teats with her new fingers, plus losing her thumbs wasn't helping the situation.
Slowly walking along, trying to hold her udder from swinging too much with her hoof-hands, she finally came upon what looked like the answer to her problem. It was a chair with many mechanical hands sticking out of the back. She was about to sit down in it when she saw a sign next to it that read "The Stretcher". Well she didn't need to go to a hospital, and she especially didn't need anything stretched, so she decided to move on.
Another chair caught her eye as she turned to leave. The sign next to it read "The Milker." Instead of an armchair, this was more like a stool. It had what looked like a padded foot rest, but it was too high up to be comfortable. But it did look like a nice spot to rest an udder as it was being milked! It also had more rests that could be swiveled into place for her breast-udders, both top and bottom pairs! Next to it was a rack containing clusters of suction cups the perfect size for her teats. The tubes from these were connected to a machine and then to a clear tank next to the rack. This was exactly what she needed!
Amy ran over to the chair, disregarding the pain of her swinging udders. She could finally get rid of the enormous pressure inside her! She carefully adjusted her lower udder unto the "foot" rest at her knees and reached over to the suction cups. She had some trouble grabbing these without here thumbs but was eventually was able to grab and place one on each of her erect teats. She swiveled two of the other "breast-rests" into place and placed her top udders onto them. She attached a cluster of suction cups to each udder and soon had all 16 teats attached. Ready to go she hit the "on" switch.
Pleasure engulfed her body as the suction cup pumped her teats. The mixture of relief from the reducing pressure and the pleasure of having her teats pumped was nearly unbearable. She reached out and stroked her udders as the were emptied, her fingers trailing over the bumpy veins that coursed around them. The massaging became more than she could handle and she let out an orgasm more intense than she ever had before. The increased size of her womanhood caused her to release a huge amount of juices all down her legs. As the milking intensified she couldn't resist bucking her hips as she orgasmed time and again until her legs were dripping from her own juices.
Creamy milk slowed down in the tubes of the machine as her udders were finally emptied. She groggily removed the suction cups from her teats, drained from the intensity of the experience she just went through. According to the tank she had just given 15 gallons of milk and from her own judgment she figured she must have released nearly 2 gallons of her private contribution!
Exhausted but relieved, Amy decided to look for somewhere to clean up, her top was still sticky from tonic residue and her bottom was wet from herself.