Spills VI (Patreon)

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

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Work was bad the following day.

At first, the leaking was only erratic. A couple of minutes on and off. Thankfully things had loosened up so the tension wasn't too bad anymore, and Penelope limited herself to tiny sips of water. This was an important day, after all.

Penelope took frequent bathroom breaks to change the pieces of fabric she had stuffed in her top to soak up the milk. It was a lot, but she tried not to get overwhelmed. She maintained a composed demeanor and had gotten used to the stares by then so did her best to just try to get some work done.

To her dismay, the milk output only seemed to be intensifying. It wasn't surprising. She knew she had overdone things the previous day.

Penelope tried to adapt. She increased the frequency of her breaks and added an extra layer of fabric against her nipples. She tried to breathe through the tense feeling in her nipples and the sensation of them tingling as they continued to leak.

It was noon and Penelope was already on her fourth bathroom break.

She went inside, breathing heavily as she made her way to the sink. Her breasts were just so weighty now. So round and full. She watched them heave, practically pulsing. Her fingers trembled as she hurriedly unbuttoned her top, gasping out as the mounds were released, the fabric falling away and her nipples dripping persistently.

They were just huge. They were beginning to resemble basketballs to be honest. They wobbled and heaved as she arched, groaned, and allowed her milk to dribble into the sink. They were so heated from their contents and it was a true relief to let them loose, the artificially cool air beating against her skin pleasantly.

There was a knock on the door that made Penelope start slightly, her mounds shuddering.

"Boss is waiting to do the presentation prep," called Penelope's colleague, Janis.

"Right," Penelope managed. "I, er, I'll be right out."

Penelope listened to Janus' footsteps tread away, drew one more deep breath, then began the process of "repackaging" her chest, buttoning them into her ever-tightening blouse, and placing several fresh squares of fabric against her swollen nipples to collect the milk. The fabric was already starting to dampen but Penelope was certain she had at least an hour before she had to report back to the bathroom.

Lightly shaking her head, Penelope exited, walking slowly to prevent excessive rocking. She made her way over to Carl's office, and before she could even knock, heard him call, "Come in!"

Penelope stepped inside and her fears were confirmed. She had half a mind to turn around at the sight of the various jugs of fluid of various colors littering Carl's desk.

"I started a new line of juices," Carl said. "Cold pressed. All natural. I was hoping you could give me some feedback while we go over our notes."

Penelope was already sweating. "I shouldn't." She sat down slowly opposite the desk, but once she did, she found that she was already squirming to take her leave.

"It's all natural, Penn. No additives. You'll be fine," Carl insisted.

"I—I really don't think I should." She was really beginning to resent how mild-mannered she was. Why couldn't she just give her boss a definitive No.

"Penelope, you know how deeply I value your input. Why the sudden change? Are you upset with me? Did you not like the last samples?"

Her breasts were throbbing, her shirt tightening and loosening at intervals. "God," she breathed, feeling resigned. Carl tilted his head in confusion.

Penelope grabbed hold of one of the jugs and slid it towards her. She took off the cover and downed it. It had to be at least a liter of fluid. She gulped it all down in minutes, then lowered the jug, flushed and gasping as she tried to process the fruity taste coating her mouth. "It's good," she forced out.

Carl marveled in pleasure.

Giving in to her extreme feelings of thirst and defeat, Penelope made her way through the remaining juices throughout the meeting with Carl. She grew increasingly flustered and sweaty, and was having difficulty focusing on the discussion. Her blouse was squeezing her, and she felt like a dam was about to burst inside her.

"I think we're done," Carl said, snapping Penelope out of her reverie. "We have about ten minutes before your presentation. Just enough time to prepare the conference room and—"

"I have to go to the bathroom," Penelope blurted. She hauled herself up before Carl could protest and hurried off to the lavatory.

By the time she made it to the sink and pulled her shirt open, the milk had almost seeped through to her blouse. Her nipples sprayed forcefully, causing her to arch and groan and curse.

How the hell was she going to get through this presentation?