Spills III (Patreon)

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

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Penelope sat down in Carl’s office, trying to look pleasant and poised though her breasts were throbbing. The mounds were hot, full, bloated, and heavy. She could feel the way the contents stretched them out and weighed heavily on her torso, nipples stiff and aching where they protruded sharply against her layers of clothing.

To her immense displeasure, there seemed to be extra almond shakes. Two large cups of it were sitting right on Carl’s desk.

“Help yourself,” said Carl as he shuffled some paperwork.

Penelope was breathless as she responded, “Oh no, I couldn’t.”

“You look parched, Penn. I insist.”

“I can’t,” Penelope said, the response coming out a little too sharp.

Carl raised his eyes from his papers and blinked at her, looking vaguely offended. “Is everything alright, Penelope?”

Goodness, this was turning into a whole thing. She didn’t want to be seen as difficult. She couldn’t keep fighting him on this. “Actually, the last one was delicious. Sure, I’d love another one,” she said pleasantly.

Carl looked delighted. He handed it over. Penelope sipped slowly, trying to pace herself. She did her best to focus as Carl went over facts and figures regarding her performance. But with every pull she took of her straw, it felt like her breasts were getting heavier.

God, she thought, but she just kept smiling. She absently tugged at her sweater, but then decided against it when she saw the way the quilted yarn was pulling apart, making gaps at her chest so that her shirt could be seen beneath it. She breathed in and out evenly, Carl's words seeming to muffle as her pulse pounded in her eardrums. She wiped some sweat off her brow and neck, aware that she was sweating like a pig. Just a little longer.

“Penelope, are you okay?”

Penelope blinked at her boss, pulled out of her reverie. She noticed that she was panting and fanning herself. The fluid filling her tits was on the cusp of breaking free, nipples stinging, feeling incredibly hard against her confining layers of clothes.

“F-fine,” she managed, contorting her face in what she hoped was a grin.

Carl gave her a peculiar look, his eyes fleetingly dipping down to the honeydew-sized mounds straining against her top. He shifted his attention back to the paperwork, pointing at something. “Now if you look here, you’ll see that you filed this under amendments when it should have…”

Penelope just stared and nodded, not really hearing him. It had to have been a half hour already. How much longer was this meeting going to go on?

“And that wraps things up,” said Carl, finally. Penelope was so tight, she was certain she had gone up another cup size. “Now I need you to correct these issues, ASAP.”

“Yes sir,” said Penelope, heaving herself up, breasts bobbing. “I’m just going to make a quick stop to the lavatory—”

“Another break?” said Carl, his face crumpling in disappointment. “Penelope, those contracts have to go out by the end of the day. We don’t have much time left.”
“I know, sir, I just—”

“I’m getting a little concerned about all the extra breaks you’ve been taking lately. I didn’t want to bring it up during this performance review because then, of course, it would be on the record, but—”

“No!” Penelope blurted, startling Carl slightly. “I mean—I’m sorry,” she yammered. “It will not continue to be a problem. I’ll get to work on those contracts right now.”

Carl’s brows had risen all the way to his hairline. “Glad to hear, Penelope. I knew you were a team player. By the way, there’s one more shake, if you want to—”

But Penelope was already headed for the door. She moved slowly towards her desk, almost whimpering at the sensation of her distended nipples rubbing into her clothing. She just had to hold on a little while longer.

Penelope carefully sat down. She took the opportunity to appraise herself. Her breasts were bobbing and shivering with her every tiny movement. Her quilted sweater was actually beginning to tear in places, to her horror. And she felt almost suffocated from the heat the mounds radiated.

She was about to leak, she knew it, but she had to hold on. Focus… Penelope turned on her computer. You got this, you got this, she repeated to herself like a mantra. She heard the noise of tearing fabric, but tried not to look. As her coworkers passed by, they often did double takes or craned their necks to gawk at her. The aroma of sweet almonds filled her nostrils.

Almost…finished… Penelope thought, her face flushed, sweat pouring down her temple. She had just saved the final draft when the dam broke.

Her nipples contracted, and fluid poured into her shirt as she gasped and shuddered.

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