Spills II (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.

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Penelope was sweating through the whole meeting, her body straining and her clothes tightening against her heated flesh. She tried to be professional and plastered her face with a smile which helped hide her discomfort. By the time the meeting was over, her buttons were straining.

Penelope drove home, panting heavily the whole time. There, she immediately stripped her tight blouse and blazer, then went into the bathroom, where she sat on the tub edge, arched, and grunted out.

She continued to try to pass the pudding, but it was a slow, arduous process. Her nipples would only release fat blobs every half minute or so. The process was uncomfortable, but arousing, her face flushed and loins throbbing. It wasn’t exactly what she would consider productive. Worse, she had abstained from drinking any fluids for half the day, and now she was getting thirsty.

It was around four AM that Penelope finally gave up on massaging her breasts, squeezing her nipples, and trying to push the pudding out. She was exhausted, dizzy, and dehydrated. Her breasts were still heavy, round, warm, and bloated-feeling, nipples still uncomfortably erect, and very swollen.

Her breasts might have even gotten a little bit larger. They certainly hadn’t shrunken throughout the night, to her dismay. The EEs sat round and full, not a hint of sag, as they heaved up and down with her heavy breathing.

Penelope lightly shook her head. This was ridiculous. She needed water. She couldn’t go without it any longer. Maybe it’ll help loosen things, she tried to reason to herself. She didn’t exactly understand the mechanics of her condition, but it was her best chance. It wasn’t as though she had many other options.

Penelope got fully into the tub, turned on the shower, and rinsed away the pudding smeared over her body. She groaned as the water his her tender breast flesh. Her nipples resembled marbles in size, hard and bulging out. They would be impossible to hide under clothing.

Penelope turned off the shower and wrapped a robe around herself, though it barely closed over her chest, cleavage bulging heavily, and breasts nearly spilling free. Bereft of the energy to much care, Penelope padded off to the kitchen. She filled a glass with water and fought the urge to chug it down. Instead she took a careful sip. And then another.

She was exhausted. Rather than staying up even longer to see the effects, Penelope made her way to her bedroom, continuing to take careful sips every few moments.

She set the half-empty glass on her nightstand. She gingerly curled up, grimacing from the tight tenderness of her breasts.

Her eyelids drooped and as she fell asleep, she couldn’t help thinking, How much bigger could they get?

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People at work were staring at her, some in bemusement, and some in blatant appreciation. Penelope knew her breasts looked large, especially on her slim body. She had put on layered clothing in an effort to look as unsexual as possible, but there was no hiding the globes stuffed under her sweater.

She didn’t know if the water had helped or not, but she had produced a little more of the pudding that morning, and perhaps it had been a little thinner. Every few minutes, a little more would seep into the padding she had stuffed into the bandeau she had on beneath everything else.

To Penelope’s dismay, her boss brought in yet another new sample for everyone to try. As phobic as she had gotten of liquids lately, she couldn’t deny that she was terribly thirsty.

“It’s an almond shake,” said Carl, passing out large disposable cups for each member of his team. “Would love your feedback.” When there was one remaining beverage left unclaimed, Carl’s eyes swiveled around until they landed on Penelope. “Penn, you’re not interested? Was my last sample that horrible?” he said, half joking, but half sincere. He frowned at her.

“Er, I—um—thanks,” said Penelope, taking the cup. She held it awkwardly under her chin and it smelled heavenly. Carl was watching her closely.

Penelope gave up. She lifted the drink and downed it. It tasted as good as it smelled. There were murmurs of appreciation amongst her colleagues. Penelope was still busy glugging it down.

Throughout the remainder of the day, Penelope’s face warmed and her loins tingled. She could feel the bandeau straining tighter against her under her clothes. She could feel herself filling. People were staring at her more than ever.

When the sweater started to stretch, delicately quilted fabric straining and pulling apart, Penelope excused herself to the restroom. She dragged off the sweater and three shirts she had on beneath it, before going over to the sink. She tugged down the bandeau, panting.

The mounds were huge, perhaps resembling honeydews. They bobbed with her every movement. “Ughhh…” she groaned, shoulders twisting. Her back arched. She needed release.

There was a knock on the door.

“Penelope, it’s time for your performance review,” Carl called. “We were supposed to start five minutes ago.”

Penelope contained a moan. “I’ll b-be right out,” she managed, shuddering slightly. Her nipples were keen; stinging.

“I hope so,” Carl called reprovingly. She heard his footsteps walking off.

Penelope panted through the fluster. She had to contain it, just a little longer. With that, she stretched the tight bandeau back over her swollen mounds and began the process of squeezing herself back into her clothing.

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