Like every other transformation, the results were the same. She was aroused. This time, very aroused. She knew that her level of arousal correlated to how bad she hurt someone and this was a big one. She felt guilty yet sexy...Just wrong.
Without even stimulating it, her pussy breast firmed up and the nipple had started leaking milk down her pants. Not only that, her mother watched it happen and still said nothing.
“So it’s not just my second row of breasts...” She realized.
Maybe it was triggered by the arousal, but she had a kinky thought and decided that tomorrow, she might further test the theory with a short skirt.
It felt like every ounce of sadness and anger from her argument with Fred and the frustration with the change was being channeled into her genitals. She would have been happy to take a quick shower and go to bed but there was no way she’d sleep with her body begging for attention.
She began to masturbate and thought back to the spontaneous sex she had with Brian. She imagined that cock deep inside of her while she gently pushed her fingers into the sides of her pussy, gripping the wet breast.
Every so often she gave her chest some attention, but most of her efforts were focused on the boob down below. She opted to take this party to the shower. Once in the bathroom, she quickly disrobed, started the water, and stepped in.
She spent nearly an hour lying on the bottom of the tub, pinching, rubbing, and stroking her groin. By the time she calmed down, she felt like she had drained a ton milk out of her lower breast. It was no longer as firm, but didn't appear to be any smaller.
She got up, lathered her strange body with soap and rinsed off, making sure to stay in the shower until the nipple had stopped dripping.
She stepped out and dried off, found her night gown and crawled into bed.
“Only three days left,” she thought.