Balina Makes An Acquisition - Page 5 (Patreon)

We learned two very important things today. One, my ability to produce is only limited by how much I can force myself to eat that day. Production will not be a problem for the foreseeable future. Two, and this is probably more important, we need to put much, much better failsafes on any equipment I use. Nobody was seriously hurt, but I don't think I'm going to live this down any time soon.

The plan was that I'd eat four or five times my norm, then we'd stress-test the new pumping system. Sounds like a tall order on paper, but I don't think I've really felt 'full' for months. That part went okay, though we should probably have stopped while I could still reach my own nipples. Of all the mistakes we made today, that was probably the most easily avoided.

It turns out that several sections of the system weren’t really designed to handle sub-zero liquids. We didn’t know about this limitation until one of the main transport pipes burst. Worse, the idiot who was manning the pump controls (I didn't catch his name, but I think it started with a T?) bolted from the scene at the first sign of trouble instead of shutting them off like he was supposed to, so not only was one of the tanks emptying into the room, but the system was still pulling milk out of me and onto the floor.

In a panic, I reached up and tried to pull off the cups to stop the flow. Big mistake; I misjudged my own weight and lost my balance immediately, toppling to the floor. Nobody was in front of me at the time, but I accidentally ripped out a catwalk as I fell, and since I was swollen with all that milk I couldn’t reach the ground to get up again.

Worse, I must have landed on the drains, and the doors were frozen shut from the sudden tidal wave, so by the time I stopped wobbling the entire pumping room was starting to flood. Naturally, everyone still on the floor started to panic and try to scramble to safety, which meant I suddenly had a dozen people trying to climb Mt Mejeri; it was all I could do to grab anyone who got within reach and then set them down somewhere less ticklish.

Even after everyone was accounted for, I was stuck there for over an hour, waiting to drain enough out of the breast still connected to a pump that I could roll over and stand up. I guess the only real good news is that the drainage system, when I am not actively lying on top of it, is fantastic.