Six Big Udders, leaking milk

Rebecca's dream ended suddenly, and just as suddenly, she was awake. Her eyes looked around the ceiling of the room. She hated the color, and they had popcorn ceiling? Ugh. She became aware of a weight pressing down on her torso. She looked down at herself, seeing the covers over here were very lumpy for some reason. She lifted them, wondering if some cats were laying on her. Rebecca's eyes went wide as she saw a massive pair of boobs sitting on her chest, where her modest Bs should've been. She tried to sit up, but found the weight on her cumbersome. Anxiety rising, she threw the covers off, revealing the other four tits. She gasped, almost afraid to touch them. They felt full, heavy, and... they were leaking?

Small rivulets of milk leaked down from each of the six teats, darkening the sheets around her.

"Wh-whaa?? How??" she sputtered, slowly shuffling up, feeling the orbs slide around each other, slide on her lap. Lap? Her thighs were thicker, like in the dream. Did that mean? Rebecca put her legs apart and slid her hands under the lowest pair of udders, and straight onto her expanded pussy. Her fingers met it much sooner than expected, sliding along the lips and palm hitting her clit. She moaned loudly and saw milk spurt from her tits. "This isn't-- It f-feels!" Her hand got drenched in a deluge of juices as milk cascaded down afront her. As her orgasm burst forth, her other hand worked on milking one of her tits. She fell back on the bed, her top two tits slapping her face with a splash of milk. Some got in her mouth, it was sweet and arousing. The teat was past her mouth or maybe she would've latched on...

As quickly as it started, it started subsiding, and perhaps due to that gulp of milk, she could feel her udders filling slowly, slowly increasing in pressure. She needed them to not feel that way. Rebecca's legs shook as she tried to stand, taking herself in in the tall mirror in the room. She turned and she finally had the thick ass she had always wanted, but the six fat tear drops on her front still-- she wasn't sure how to feel about them, but she could feel they were too full. She made her way to the bathroom, a small chorus of slaps proceeding her as her tits jostled with her movements. She went up to the sink and started on her top two tits, and milked them for a bit, just trying to relieve the pressure, but could feel the pressure building back up in the lower four.

"Maybe if I?" Becca asked herself, bracing her arms against all six at once and pressing together, like a vice. She gasped as all six sprayed all over the sink and mirror. "T-too messy..." she mumbled, stepping over to the tub and leaning over it. She reapplied the pressure and moaned softly as she worked the milk out, slowly filling the tub. "I'll definitely need to get some pumps if this is going to be a permanent fixture o-of my life..." she felt hollow as she said the words. She could get them removed, certainly.

...but they felt so good.

That was a new thought.

Rebecca put that thought away as she focused on just getting this pressure dealt with. Eventually, she was drained, the tub now a few inches deep in just milk.

"Wow... Moo." she joked, then let her smile drop as she considered what she had said.

Her stomach grumbled. She quickly looked around the room and found a pair of yoga pants to put on, she didn't bother with a bra, but was glad to find a shirt big enough to cover most of her boobs; leaving a sliver of underboob from her lowest pair. At least she wasn't leaking now, she figured.