With a jet stream of breast milk

Sophie: "Well, as long as we're having fun..."

You instinctually try to rip off your bra, only stopping to realize that you're nude. You try squeezing your nipple.

Sophie: "With boobs this full, there's bound to be at least a little bit of milk."

With a single tug, there's a very brief rumble, after which a calamitous woosh like a bursting dam erupts from your nipple. Such amounts of milk escape with such pressure that it completely overshadows a nuclear explosion, and dwarfs even the Vredefort crater's meteor. The planet is instantly cleaved in half by the first jet, and then obliterated by the splash zone.

Your body flies into outer space at greater-than-light speeds, flying through the Sun, quenching it with your milk. Flying past the Oort cloud, you consider trying to pivot around and shoot milk in the opposite direction so you can get back to the Solar System, but then realize that there isn't a Solar System to return to.

Instead you speed up even further, hoping to eventually find another star to settle around and hopefully maneuver yourself to a manageable speed so you can form a new planet from your breast milk. In the meanwhile, you guess that you'll be slathering the galaxy with its namesake as you learn to fine control your streams.

ENDING 73 -Breastmilky Way-