Rebecca finds herself alone, and finally heads home

As Rebecca slumbered, she was transported back to that familiar meadow in the forest. Immediately, she stepped and the table was before her. Rebecca looked down at herself. Her body reflected _some _of the changes she had experienced: her body was thicker, her pussy larger, and she could see the concepts of her chest now. A slight improvement on not seeing anything, she mused. Rebecca looked up, past the table and saw a floating figure of herself as she is: thick legs, wide hips, soft tummy. She could see like some sort of distortion over the chest and parts of her torso. She knew it was the large breasts, those six big udders. She recalled the six people drinking from her... it felt good. It felt right, she had been full and needed to be emptied. They were empty and needed to be filled. The floating figure's chest became slightly clearer.

Rebecca looked down at the table, there was nothing on it save one large glass of milk. She smirked at it, after what she had been through, she could use a drink. She picked up the cool glass and brought it to her mouth, milk washing over her and the meadow like a tsunami.

Rebecca softly gasped awake, still laying down. She was still in that strange house. She sat up quickly, her breasts plapping against each other as she took in her surroundings. Everyone was gone, she had been cleaned up and was laying on soft clean sheets. She raised her brows, that group really knew how to treat a woman. However, Rebecca quickly saw that the sheets were becoming dark, wettened by leaking milk. "Ugh, guess they got full while I was sleeping... and no one around to milk me." Rebecca grumbled as she stood, finding the clothes she had scrounged earlier folded on a chair in the room. She threw the clothes on, shivering as the leggings stretch over her pussy, and again as the hem of the shirt passed over each nipple. "I need to get home and just start sorting this out." Rebecca thought. She headed out to her car, slowly adjusting to how much her new udders swayed. Would she get new pants first? New shirts? New shirts first, that was easier, she can at least wear stretchy leggings and skirts or dresses for a bit. Bras? Holy Shit, what was she going to do about bras? Maybe some kink site out there made customs? Maybe she would have to make her own?

Rebecca checked her phone when stopped at an intersection. Her heart sank, she was streaming tonight... was she going to stream? She had cancelled last week, she couldn't skip two Saturday streams in a row, not this close to becoming a partner on Kaleidoscope (the streaming service she used). She wrestled with the thought as she entered her apartment, thankfully not noticed by anyone. She went to her bed and dropped down on it, a twinge of pleasure coursing through her as her breasts fell to either side of her torso. She gazed over at her pc and mulled it over. She'd have to stream, she'll think of a solution in the interim. She'd just say her camera wasn't working, or something. Yea, that would work. It's software got an update and now it wasn't working, just in time for stream, where everything goes wrong!

With that issue address, she had about seven hours before stream.