LactaBoost pt.2 - Rush Hour [Patreon exclusive] (Patreon)

Today started like any other busy day at the café, but little did I know, it would turn into one of the most hectic days of my life. The moment I walked in, I was greeted by a line of customers that stretched out the door and around the block. Word had spread about our fresh, high-quality milk, and people were flocking to try it in their coffee and pastries.

As I got behind the counter, I quickly realized we were running low on milk. My heart sank a little; we hadn’t anticipated such an overwhelming demand. I had already produced my usual amount this morning, but it was clear that it wouldn’t be enough to meet the needs of all these customers.

After a hurried conversation with my manager, we decided that I needed to take a second dose of the LactaBoost™ drug. It was something we had prepared for, but I hadn’t needed to do it until now. The idea made me nervous, but I knew it was necessary to keep up with the demand and ensure our customers left satisfied.

Almost immediately, I felt the effects kick in. My breasts swelled even more, straining against my uniform, and my nipples became incredibly sensitive, brushing against the fabric with every movement. But it wasn’t just my chest that reacted; a surge of heat and arousal spread through my entire body, igniting a fire I struggled to control. The added size and weight were uncomfortable, but I pushed through, determined to keep up with the rush. My nipples, already sensitive from the morning milking, became even larger and more pronounced, pressing against my bra and shirt, making every movement a reminder of my transformation.

As the café buzzed around me, I could hardly focus. My thoughts kept drifting to the growing need within me, an insatiable desire that was becoming impossible to ignore. The lactation process, which had once been a routine, now felt intensely erotic. Each squeeze of my swollen breasts sent jolts of pleasure through me, making it hard to maintain my composure.

Desperation drove me to the back room, where I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and unclasped my bra, letting my heavy breasts spill free. They were larger than ever, the skin taut and veins prominent, nipples erect and throbbing with need. I grabbed a clean coffee mug and positioned it under one breast, squeezing gently. Milk flowed freely, but so did a moan I couldn’t suppress. The sensation was almost too much to bear, a mix of relief and overwhelming arousal.

When the milk started to let down, I realized I had no time to use the usual equipment. Customers were growing impatient, and we needed to act fast. Each of my four breasts felt heavy and full, the skin taut and veins visible, a testament to the increased production.

Positioning the mug under one of my breasts, I gently squeezed, and the milk flowed freely. The sensation was a mix of relief and discomfort as the pressure eased. My nipples, now significantly larger, responded eagerly, and streams of milk filled the mug quickly. It felt strange and a bit humiliating to be doing this directly into the mugs, but there was no other option. The milk filled the mug quickly, and I had to repeat the process several times, moving from one breast to the next, to keep up with the orders.

Each pull of my hand, each stream of milk filling the mug, heightened my pleasure. My body trembled with every movement, and I could feel the slick heat between my legs growing. I couldn’t help but press my thighs together, seeking some form of release as I continued to milk myself. The process had transformed into something deeply sensual, every part of me attuned to the eroticism of the act.

When the mug was full, I switched to the next breast, repeating the process. My nipples, now hypersensitive, sent waves of pleasure through me with every touch. I bit my lip to stifle my moans, aware of the bustling café just beyond the door. The thrill of the situation only added to my arousal, the risk of being discovered heightening my senses.

As I continued, I couldn't help but notice the changes in my body. Each breast had become larger, almost twice their usual size, and the areolas had darkened and widened to accommodate the increased milk flow. The skin was warm to the touch, and the milking process, though awkward, brought a strange sense of connection to my role at the café.

The increased size of my mammary glands made the process more cumbersome, but also more efficient in terms of volume. Each time I handed a fresh mug of milk to the baristas, they quickly incorporated it into the drinks, serving the eager customers.

Finally, with all of mugs full and my breasts feeling slightly less heavy, I composed myself as best as I could and returned to the front. The customers, blissfully unaware of my internal turmoil, continued to place their orders, and I did my best to serve them. But the fire inside me didn’t abate. Every step, every brush against my swollen nipples, reminded me of the need still coursing through me.

As the day wore on, I found myself stealing moments to relieve the pressure, each session more intense than the last. The side effects of the drug had awakened something within me, a heightened libido that refused to be ignored. It was both thrilling and exhausting, a constant battle between maintaining professionalism and succumbing to the desires that raged within me.

By the time the café closed, I was a quivering mess of arousal and fatigue. I hurried home, my body aching for release. As soon as I walked through the door, I stripped off my clothes, eager to finally give in to the need that had consumed me all day. My hands roamed over my swollen breasts, fingers pinching and tugging at my sensitive nipples, sending waves of pleasure through me.

I sank onto my bed, legs spread wide as my fingers found the slick heat between them. The relief was immediate and intense, my body responding eagerly to every touch. As I brought myself to a shuddering climax, I couldn’t help but think about the unexpected journey the LactaBoost™ procedure had taken me on.

The side effects had changed me in ways I never anticipated, awakening a deeper connection to my body and its needs. And while the increased libido was an unexpected challenge, it was also an exhilarating new aspect of my life, one that I was eager to explore further.