Her foursome of tits, of course. As for the what...

As the camera keeps focussing on the four wobbling mounds, for slowly spreading blotches appear around the prodigious nipples tenting the fabric, accompanied by an annoyed groan by the busty young woman.

"Awesome, now it's too late. I'm leaking again."

"Oh, uhm, sweetie, I'm sorry. But Daddy had to take this opportunity to..."

"Yeah, yeah, family business and all that jazz. But seriously, you don't have to deal with this!"

With a forceful motion born of anger, the four-boobed woman pulls up her giant shirt, exposing her swollen mammaries, thin sprays of light purple milk arcing from her stiff nipples. Why the news station doesn't cut the transmission is anyones guess - they're probably dumbfounded by the events transpiring live on the other end of the city. Nancy, at least, is spurred into action by the sight of these four magnificent tits, thrusting the microphone into the over-endowed girl's face. At least, it seems like she does - the camera is still firmly focused on the dribbling orbs on the girl's chest, the nipples only now getting blurred out.

"Nancy McArthur, WNN. I take it you are the daughter of the family?"

"Yeah, Judy Cartwright, that's me. The milky b*beep*tch of the family." Judy grouses, the swear word beeped out sloppily. It seems that at least someone is still doing their job at the studio.

"I'm so sorry, Juicy-- uhm, Judy. How bad is it, living with these four giant breasts?"

"It's not that bad, actually." Judy tugs one of her nipples absentmindedly, slicking it and her fingers with the purple milk. Although the last part is pure conjecture, the blurring hiding the motions suitably. "As long as I milk myself regularly. If I don't, they get heavy and the skin hurts, and..."

"Oh my, that is terrible. I feel for you, I really do." Judging from her voice, all Nancy feels is glee at pure, unadulterated, quotes-raising human drama. "But, if you don't mind my asking, your... milk is purple. Is that dangerous? Some kind of side effect of the berries?"

"Hm? Oh no, not at all, says my doctor. He doesn't know how it is possible, but I seem to produce something similar to the berry smoothie I drank right before I, well, grew these." Judy gestures at herself before she resumes tugging at her top left and bottom right nipple, wincing at their sensitivity. "It's really tasty, that's for sure."

"In fact, we might be selling her milk, as well!" Randall interjects before Nancy can ask another question. "Why, if you want, you can have a taste test right now! I'd love to get the opinion of someone not in the direct family."

"I, uhm, really?" The unexpected proposal throws Nancy for a loop, her practiced reporter persona slipping. "Is it... it's not dangerous, is it?"

"Of course not!" Laughing, Randall steps over to Nancy and pushes her towards his daughter's bust gently. "We had it tested for all kinds of harmful substances. Nothing! Just milk and berries. Doesn't it smell great?"

"It does... mmh..." Bending down, Nancy's face disappears into the blur over Judy's chest, but judging by the way the younger woman moans softly, she has indeed wrapped her lips around one of the thick nipples and begun suckling. And despite the obviously sexual activity going on, WNN is still not cutting the transmission! Are they busy jerking off or something?! "Sho good..."

As Nancy mumbles appreciatively around the slick nipple in her mouth, Randall turns towards the camera and motions the camera man closer.

"What about you, buddy? You're looking kinda thirsty, there."

"Really, can I?!" The voice from off screen is surprisingly young, barely out of high scool, it seems. "Uh, I mean, I-I have to keep filming."

"Nonsense." Carol's voice interjects from the sidelines, or rather, the hood of the car "You'd be doing my daughter a favor. It can be really painful when her breasts are too full..."

"Absolutely, be our guest, young man."

The camera guy swallows so hard it is audible even over the broadcast. Gently putting the camera down on the ground, pointing at where Nancy is bending down and suckling on Judy's enormous, sensitive globe, the camera guy walks over to them and reveals himself to be a gangly, awkward barely-not-teen who falls to his knees in front of Judy, taking her lower right nipple into his mouth and begins drinking her rich, thick cream.

"There you have it, folks, Judy's berry milk, simply irresistible." Randall has taken the microphone from Nancy, starting his salesman spiel. But almost immediately, it gets derailed again by a throaty, muffled moan from Nancy, who has one hand buried between her legs, the other in her left breast even as she keeps sucking. "All you have to-- wait, the he*beep*!?"

The camera guy, too, has one hand down his pants, the other pushing up his shirt and rubbing at his pecs - and it soon becomes obvious why both of them can't help but touch themselves: With every mouthful of milk they swallow, their chests swell a bit more, their asses get plumper, Nancy's skirt riding up even as the buttons of her blouse hold on valiantly, if futilely, while the camera guys cargo shorts are getting kind of snug.

With the chances of even more indecent exposure being imminent, WNN finally decides to cut back to the studio, revealing a rather frazzled looking Glenn Turpins, his face rather red as he shifts in his seat.

"Uh, yeah, it seems that... uhm, we... That was rather unusual." Even a seasoned anchorman like Turpins needs a bit to get back on track. "Rest assured, dear viewers, WNN will continue to investigate and keep you informed at all times. But now, a word from our sponsors."

As the commercials start, the TV set is switched off, a rather perturbed red-head in a lolita dress snuggling with a busty latina now reflected on its surface.

"You're so fucked, guapa." The latina sounds quite frazzled herself as she speaks. "We're so fucked."