She heads to the kitchen, for a bite to eat.

Becca ran her fingers through her hair, taking one last look at her self and let out an exacerbated sigh. This was just gonna have to work. It wouldn't. a voice in her head told her. She'd never live a normal life again. Good thing she didn't have a normal life already, she can just keep streaming. What the hell? No she can't, she's always had her whole upper body on cam, she can't just cut that out, or cut to just her head without an explanation! Well, she can, but she'll be--

Rebecca's internal monologue was cut by her bumping into the door of the room, she calmed her many tits and opened it to continue her quest. While she could get caught in her thoughts, they were never usually that bad, but this day kinda alright topsy turvy, so maybe it was par for the course now. Going down the stairs was also a completely different experience, feeling all six of her boobs jostle up and down against each other. The little slaps were nice, though, she could enjoy that sound, as a treat. She smirked to herself as she reached the bottom of the stairs and continued ahead to complete her quest. Her stomach rumbled again and she placed a hand on it, or tried to. She wondered if her belly button was still down there. Her hand let go of the tit it had grabbed and she peered around the corners of the hall to see no one immediately visible. She felt the need to cradle her tits to they wouldn't make any noise as she deftly moved over to the fridge and gleefully pulled out a box of pizza.

As she ate, she thought about how much she should eat. Should she eat more since she'll probably be making gallons of milk now? Maybe if she ate less she would make less milk? Would she loose weight if she ate less and still produced ass-tons of milk? Maybe drinking her own milk would fulfill her caloric intake needs? Maybe she could use it as an excuse to eat as much of whatever she wanted. She did want an excuse to eat more sushi. She should make a redeem for getting her sushi.

Rebecca was once again pulled from her thoughts because the pizza box she was eating from was suddenly empty. Still feeling a bit peckish, she opened another box and resumed eating. Again, she got caught up in how she would tell her chat about how she... changed. Would she take a break for a bit? People would assume she had gotten a boob job, or start accusing her if having an OnlyFans, or even beg for her to start one. Rebecca suddenly stopped eating, she felt full, fuller than she ever had before, and it felt so good. She snaked a hand onto her belly and it felt round and firm, and very nice to touch. She liked this feeling. But what was it? Was it more changes from all the other changes? She had never really eaten like this before...

Rebecca once again returned to the real world by a sound behind her, she turned quickly, slapping her lower boob against the fridge to see: