Spills IV (Patreon)

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

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After she finished the report, Penelope went home in complete mortification. Everyone at work had seen her stretching out her clothes, seeping fluid until her top was sopping. The janitor had arrived with a mop then proceeded to stare at her, looking completely confounded. It had been absolutely humiliating. She didn't know how she was going to face them when she went back in to work Monday morning.
When Penelope went home, she ordered several padded maternity bras and paid for rush delivery. She also didn't drink at all, not even a sip of water for the rest of the day.
The following day, the bras arrived. Her breasts were large and tender, still dripping somewhat. She began to try on the bras, and to her dismay, her mounds strained against the cups, bulging heavily, and close to tearing free. She looked down at herself in disbelief. She couldn't believe how huge she had gotten. The bras were HHH-cups or larger.
Penelope didn't drink any fluids that day either. It might not have been the smartest idea. By evening she was getting dizzy. Yet she hoped that somehow her breasts would miraculously shrink if she abstained from fluids as long as she could. At least she had stopped lactating.
The following day was Sunday, and Penelope awoke to several text and voicemail reminders from family members (her mother particularly), reminding her of a reunion she had agreed to months prior. Her grandfather would be visiting from Canada. "Who knows when you'll get the opportunity to see him again—if at all," her mother always told her morbidly.
Penelope arrived that evening dressed in several layers, including a sweater and jacket, but all eyes immediately shot to the still-huge bulges on her chest. Her cousin Paul spat his drink, causing her to go red.
Almost everyone in her extended family was there, even family friends. Penelope averted her eyes when she caught sight of her weird childhood neighbor Val, who was all grown up, but still seemed to dress in all black.
Though the place was full to the brim with people, Penelope did her best to avoid as many of them as possible. She found herself slipping off to the kitchen, stumbling slightly from how dehydrated she was. By then she felt like she was going to pass out. She knew she couldn't go on much longer like this, but here just wasn't the place to drink. If she could just wait a few hours, until she got home...
She laid eyes on a huge pitcher of milk, sitting right there on the kitchen counter. She caved, lifting the pitcher and gulping greedily. The milk was sweet and surprisingly creamy. She didn't stop drinking until she was sated, by which point the whole pitcher was gone. She groaned as her breasts wobbled somewhat on her chest.
"Penny what on earth?" said her mother as she strolled in. "What do you have under your shirt? You look absolutely ridiculous." Her mother went to the pitcher and frowned at it. "What did you do with the pudding mix?"
"P-pudding mix?" said Penelope.
"It was for dessert. I made it from scratch, but it was taking a while to set. Don't tell me you threw it away? Penelope, this isn't like you..."
Penelope pulled off her jacket. She was suddenly feeling very hot. "I...I have to go to the bathroom," she said, walking off despite that her mother was still chattering away.
Her breasts felt heated, sweat forming on every inch of her body. Penelope pulled off her sweater, feeling breathless and flushed. Her nipples were aching and bulging hard. She felt her honeydew-sized breasts prickling as they swelled. She made it to the bathroom but the door was locked. Occupied.
"Penn, are you alright?" someone said nearby.
Penelope grunted as her nipples began to seep something uncomfortably thick, creating stains in her shirt. The pudding. She tried hiding it by crossing her arms, to little avail. She was simply too large. She groaned quietly as her tingling nipples seeped more. The process was difficult and rousing. Her thighs trembled all while her breasts continued to advance.
The bathroom door opened and someone shuffled off. Penelope breathed a sigh of relief and entered. She drew up her shirt and groaned as she leaned heavily on the sink. "Goddd..." she moaned out as she tried to sort of push. She squeezed her nipples and whined as she produced fat dollops of pudding. Her breasts were so soft and plump yet so full somehow. They continued to tremble and swell out, starting to resemble volleyballs on her chest. "Fuck me," she breathed.
There was a knock on the door. "Is everything alright in there?" someone called in a monotone. It sounded like…Val??
Penelope furrowed her brows. "It's fine," she whimpered.
"I'm coming in," Val called, and Penelope belatedly noticed that she had left the door unlocked.
"No—don't—"
But the door had already swung open. Val walked in just in time to watch Penelope's left breast produce another fat dollop of pudding.
Penelope moaned. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with me," she admitted miserably.
Then to her surprise, Val closed the bathroom door and locked it behind her.

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