“Mommy’s home!” Rebeca shouted as she walked through her apartment's front door, being greeted by a cacophony of excited meowing and squeaking. Her three cats followed her as she walked into the apartment to set down her purse, their little eyes never leaving her huge breasts which swayed with every step she took. “Calm down!” Rebeca chuckled, “You’ll get your dinner in just a moment.” She pulled her blouse out from underneath her boobs and over her head before throwing the shirt onto the couch. The cool air from her air conditioner felt good on her sweat covered tits after a long day at work. She walked over to her cat's food and water bowls, along with her pet entourage which ran in front and between her feet as their excitement grew. She reached her hand between her moist bra and her soft boob flesh as she heaved her tit from its confines. The tip of her breast audibly schlorped and popped free from her bra, exposing the milk-stained cloth on the inner cup.

“Meow! Meow!” Her cats screamed out as they gathered underneath her teat as she lowered it closer to their food bowl. Her large and swollen nipple dribbled sweet milk as she positioned her saggy yet full breast over the bowl and squeezed down. Milk sprayed forth from her nipples as her three cats greedily lapped up their dinner.

To think just a month ago she was sobbing on the floor after losing her job, trembling as she forgot to cancel one of her subscriptions and could no longer afford food for her cats. She also wasn’t lugging around these milk-swollen funbags either but she didn’t really mind them all that much now. Shortly after she lost her job and had a panic attack over not being able to provide for her darling cats she ended up having a strange dream. In her dream she awoke in a forest with a black and blue cat, with vibrant green eyes, sitting on her chest. It somehow spoke to her and claimed to understand how hurt she felt not being able to provide for her cats and that after all she had done for them that they’d help just this once. She had suddenly woken up after that, now being weighed down by her sizable and milk-filled breasts. On her night stand was a letter addressed to her which had a crude picture of a cat’s head on it which explained that she would be able to provide food for her cats in her time of need and not to worry about her wardrobe or the fact that most cats were lactose intolerant.

It took her a while to adjust to her sudden change. Having to squeeze her tits dry to feed her cats, the fact that all her clothes magically were the right size to fit her new bust, all while still trying to find a new job. She of course couldn’t resist trying some of her own breast milk, noticing that it was strangely much sweeter, almost akin to the taste of goat milk.

“Meow!” She felt the sharp claws of her orange tabby, Tito, dig into her boob as he had gotten up on his hind legs and began kneading her skin. She could hear his purring despite being a good two or so feet away from her ears.

“Owie that hurts mister!” She scooped Tito up and rested him on her shoulder. She could feel his little head rest down onto her as he vibrated happily as he got cuddles. Hell she didn’t even need these huge milk dripping knockers anymore as she had managed to land a new job not too long ago but seeing as they landed her a date and saved her a bit on cat food she figured they weren’t too bad to be stuck with. Plus she wasn’t going to willingly give away her cat's favorite napping spot, nestled between her two warm orbs.