"Emily says it'll be awhile until I can wear clothes again... I've got to get them all custom now anyway. I mean, look at this! This is nonsense. And these first four rows of boobs are just so heavy, its hard to stay upright. But they're empty, for the most part. This is just how big they are now. What bra size is this, even? I guess I could find out, but I don't really want to know." *sigh* "I dunno if I should even bother with clothes right now anyway. My breasts and udders all double in size the moment I hear one of my kids crying - stupid hormones - and considering there's over a hundred of them, that happens a lot. As painful as it is, if I want to be able to move, I have to stay far away from them... Sometimes I wonder if I should even bother. I can't leave the compound for the foreseeable future, and every step I take jostles all of my boobs and rubs my udder teats across the floor. I only thing I can get to quickly like this is horny... I might as well be with my kids instead, even if it means being buried in milk-swollen breasts."
Wasn't gonna draw this originally, but I couldn't help myself. Good thing this sequence isn't canon, lol.