Medium Breasts ---> Productively Massive Gigantic Milky Mammalian Udders

I think. I muse. I wonder. The device 'I' discovered a few subjective days ago reflects the truth of things. It carries the holder unto the world they look upon, and changes the world which the holder sees to reflect the truth which the holder describes. It is interesting. Novel. A funny thing, truth. A funny thing, the desire for it to change.

I consider and I reflect upon 'my' desires and feelings.

Envy, shame, fear, lust, love, guilt. A broiling storm of conflicting thoughts and feelings. Hm~ I do not like it. There is much to choose from. Perhaps I should simply help myself, without regard for 'my' desires? The human mind is fearfully complex and nuanced, and I have yet to learn all of it.

I consider, and shrug. Let fate decide: To help myself, or help 'myself?' A chance... ah, I see: I shall help 'myself.'

Yes, indeed, I shall help 'myself.' What is 'my' purpose? A female: a nurturer - a provider of nutrients, and carrier of young. Yes, I believe I shall focus on this desire of 'mine' - a fleeting whim, but often held. Very well. I will grant 'my' wish.

The 'Medium Breasts' which 'I' was born to carry are clearly insufficient to provide 'me' satisfaction, and clearly insufficient to perform their role. Furthermore: These words are clearly too vague, this truth too insufficient, to reflect upon the role which they must serve. Therefor, I shall correct this. I think on what 'I' know of these organs, their functions, and their names, and thus decide the best way to reflect their ideal form.

Then I replace 'Medium Breasts' with 'Productively Massive Gigantic Milky Mammalian Udders.' Yes, this should work. Specific, splendid, descriptive. The world shudders at my genius, hm~ hm~

'I' feel nothing as the device shunts 'me' on towards 'my' new reality, and this is good, for I have no desire to allow 'myself' further discomfort. However, I certainly feel as 'my' mammalian organs shift and grow and expand as I have decreed. They swell and expand, and burst through the flimsy cloth fabric which - for some strange reason (oh, modesty, hm? What a pointless concept) - sought to constrain them.

Yes, indeed, though they do not currently yield any of their product, I am quite certain these shall serve 'me' well amongst the populace. To be sure, of course, I review 'my' memories from this new world.

Certainly, 'I' am much more popular with the male half of 'my' species, due to 'my' freakishly large breasts and their tendency to leak milk at the strangest of times. It is hard for 'me' to avoid drawing the attention of men, and the lingering of their gaze upon 'my' absurd anatomy causes 'me' great discomfort at times. Thankfully, 'I' was never placed in the positions of intercourse and carnal use which 'I' feared, except for at the hands of - curiously - another female.

I find this strange, as why would a female fear the attention of a fertile male? Furthermore, why would a female seek such attention from another female? Should they not compete for resources? Certainly, 'my' previous memories indicated a degree of envy and jealousy which would suggest such a thing. And why would a female abhor and feel shame for possessing the ultimate expression such key anatomy?

Humans, such contradictory creatures. No matter, I shall correct this discomfort. Indeed, with a flex of my will upon this device, a small tweak of the worldline and... yes, 'I' certainly did not mind male attention, and reveled in 'my' ability to draw it with 'my' wonderful, spectacularly immense udders. Indeed, 'I' reveled in the way men seemed to see them as little more than convenient dispensers for milk and tools to excite and promote sexual activity. Although 'I' had sadly yet to bear them any children, and thus continued to fail as a broodmare of 'my' species.

There, much better, although there is still some strangeness. It would seem the average male, strangely, desired only the pleasure of intercourse with none of the expected results. No matter, I am sure I can correct this peculiar behavior in time... oh, ha ha. "Oops!" It would seem my actions have created a small tear to my true self. No matter, I am sure this rift will mend in time.

Therefor, what shall I do next?

(maid possessed by an eldritch creature, wavy light-green hair, apron, maid uniform, surprised expression, productively massive gigantic milky mammalian udders, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, floating in space)

[AN: I actually rolled a die to determine whether the entity would be selfish or 'selfless' with this change. It barely ended up 'selfless,' and therefore has decided to, hm, 'help.' With this, all double-changes in the 'queue' from two weeks ago should be caught up.]