Embrace the meat (multi-breasts)

"I'm sorry, but I can't continue, in my good conscience, dating a man that hurts animals."

"What are you talking about? I stopped eating meat for you, what did I do wrong this time?"

"You're drinking milk! They **** cows to get it, don't you know that?"

"What?? That's not..."

"I don't want to hear your dumb excuses, you clearly don't care about the pain of other living beings."

John looked at Jane leaving the place, confused about what she was rummaging about. But as the confusion dissipated, the realization that he got dumped came, and the pain that goes with it.

A few days later, Jane woke up feeling strange, heavy and full. Getting up, she realized quickly how wrong things were. She had two pairs of breasts, one above the other, and the four were big and heavy.

"What the... fuck.." She mumbled, still half asleep.

Jane got up and looked at herself in a mirror, her hip had grown larger, and she got herself a bit fatter. But also, under her belly a tattoo was visible, saying "Breeding Cow."

"What the fucking fuck!" She shouted.

Her breasts were feeling so bloated, she pressed one and milk spurted out.

"Mooo!!"

Covering her mouth in shock, she couldn't believe she just mooed.

"What happened to me?"

Jane noticed that she had a message on her phone. It was John's drunk voice.

"Since you... you like so much you'rr breedin' cow... well... uh... you shou'd liv' like one... Anyway... Good luck..."

"What?? What the fuck that asshole did?"

Jane wanted to get dressed to go to his house, but her breasts were starting to hurting from the pressure inside. She had ****, but milking herself. Doing shamefully above a bucket, she couldn't help but moo regularly from the pleasure of releasing milk. It took her two hours to finally feel better, the bucket was half full, which was crazy in itself. If she got pregnant, would she make more milk?

Jane shook her head. Why did she think that? It was true that she would look nice with a round belly, but kids were expensive and messy. Still, the idea of bearing few was making her feel complete and happy. No! No! It was John fault! She needed to find him to undo whatever he did.

Jane put on a jean and a T-shirt and rushed out, no bra, no panties.