You've been in charge of buying the milk. You always get fancy milk though and sure it tastes weird, but it's good enough. As the days go by, my breasts start growing. I ask you to buy more and more. Having it is quite euphoric and causes my body to feel all sorts of good things. My mom isn't too happy though, she has to keep buying new clothes for me. But I think she's just jealous, don't you?