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Susan #92 - Leaking Offschedule
🕑 Added 2023-06-15 17:52:14 +0000 UTCAnother one of those scenes that was initially rough to outline, but once I started writing it ended up working out quite well! Also for this one I tried to add a bit more detail to her areolas? Because before, especially with Susan, it was a bit jarring just to see huge areas of pink with barely any detail to it. So hopefully this strikes a good balance.
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November 4, 2017 - (5 days after #91, 21 weeks into Susan's pregnancy)
“Okay, she’s all good to go!” Susan said after doing the last touch ups for the dog. As if on command, the dog started spinning before jumping up to Susan on the table and giving her a lick.
“Ohoho, calm down Sasha, your owner is right there! Go to him~” She carefully guided her back down before the dog went over to her owner for pets.
“The lass sure has taken a liking to ya.” Said the owner while guiding the dog down the examination table. “So what’ll it be?”
“Oh that- we’ll send over the invoice to you later this week, does that work for you?” She walked over to open the door for the two, following them after.
“Yep! You have a good day now, missy.”
She waved goodbye. “You too! And see you next time Sasha!”
The owner was halfway opening the door before he glanced over and froze. “Uhm... miss?”
“Hmm?”
“You uhm... there might have been a leak here or there.” He cleared his throat. Susan was briefly confused before it dawned on her.
I’m leaking NOW?!
Her cheeks quickly turned red. “O-oh! So sorry- thank you for tellingmebye!” She hid into the small room right behind her, right into the toilet room.
Susan waited until she heard the door close before inspecting the damage. The wet spots were obvious and rapidly spreading. With a frustrated sigh she reached for the hem of her polo shirt and tried to pull it over her body, one curve at a time. She saw a glimpse of the state of her bra before pulling the shirt over her head, it wasn’t looking good.
“What the hell...” She whispered to herself. “This makes no sense- I was sure I milked enough before I left!”
Every morning she made sure to hit the sweet spot of emptying her breasts of milk, but not so much that the body would kick up the production. She knew her body was extremely sensitive to that, and she figured a pregnancy would only intensify it. Not to mention a pregnancy of her caliber.
Susan tugged on one side of her bra, shuffling out her right breast while still keeping on the left. The overflow that her breasts caused did not make the task any easier. Once freed she felt one hand up her breast around to the areola. Both her boob and her areola were comically large in the small space she was in. Her fingers searched around for the swollen gap where her nipple was hidden before digging two fingers in.
“For fucks sake...” Susan cursed as she was having trouble getting it free with just one hand and on her own. Much to her fear-filled excitement, her breasts have been growing at a steady pace since the second trimester, but unlike her other growth spurts it made her nipple harder and harder to dig out.
“Ah- yes! There we go.” She circled two of her fingers around the shy nipple and coaxed it out. Her arm was starting to strain from holding up all that weight, and she hadn’t even begun milking properly. She gave the handful of areola a tight squeeze and milk poured out between her fingers. Susan quickly leaned over into the sink, or as far as her belly allowed her to, no longer able to easily lean over and toss her breasts into the sink. Or well she technically could, but it wasn’t great on her back to do something like that for an extended period of time and with seven babies on board, she didn’t want to risk it.
The milk poured down and most of it fell down its intended destination. She let go of the sink with her other arm, which was supporting her weight on the sink so that she could help squeeze the milk out more quickly. This is ridiculous, I shouldn’t need to be milking right now. If this keeps happening I’m only going to produce more milk. Seven kids or not, I can’t just run away to the bathroom during work... Susan looked at the clock which showed she still had an hour left on her shift.
“Susan? Where are you?” A voice spoke from beyond the door.
“Ah shit...” She cleared her throat. “In here! What uh... what’s up?”
“I kinda need you in the store right about now.”
“O-okay, one moment please!!”
Nononono I’m not even close to being done! She turned around to quickly grab some toilet paper, before accidentally tugging it off of the holder. It rolled down on the floor, leaving Susan with a long roll. Frustrated she brought it up around her body to the areola. She shifted further down the roll in the hopes that the milk would stop but her fingers still felt wet to the touch.
In a fit of rage, she let go of her breast and letting it roll across her belly and recoiling her body back. She grabbed a generous amount of toilet paper before tearing it off and putting it on her areola, while the other hand started tugging up her bra over the now slightly less full breast.
“Cmon cmon...” She didn’t care about being careful with her bra, she just needed it to cover her milky breast NOW. Finally the fabric was over her boob again, and she looked to ‘plug the hole’ with more toilet paper. Susan looked around before realizing she let it go, and it was on the floor.
After testing her patience yet again, she sat down on the toilet seat and trying to get the roll close to her using her feet. There was no way she could lean forward now. Once it was close to the toilet, she leaned sideways, barely reaching with the tip of her fingers. When Susan finally got a hold of the roll, she noticed the roll itself was wet too. But she had no time to worry, she quickly unrolled the toilet paper around her hand before stuffing that part inside the other, still full breast. This will have to do...
Susan quickly tugged her polo shirt down over her breasts and belly again, before swiftly exiting the room and attending the cash register of the store section.
Before her stood a man with a suit buying some dog food. The suit was odd to her but her mind was too jumbled to really care.
“That’ll be 18.99, please.” Susan looked at the man, to notice he was avoiding matching her gaze. She looked down, foolish trying to see why before it dawned on her. Her shirt was still wet from before. Susan felt a migraine coming up.
The man took out 20 bucks, and she open the register to give him the change. The silence was extremely awkward. “S-sorry for the delay and all, its uhm... been tricky.”
He cleared his throat. “N-not to worry, I’m sure its outside of your control.” He accepted the change and gave her a small smile.
Susan nodded and smiled back. “Thank you... have a good day sir.”
“Thanks, and well I’ll be-” He paused when Lauren opened the door and greeted him. She seemed to act much more formal around him.
“I see you’ve met my favorite employee of all time, Susa-... Oh my god, your... your shirt!?” Lauren, lacking any tact simply pointed at the wet spots.
“Iknowiknow I’m so sorry- I...” She lowered her head in same, this day could not get any worse.
“Don’t worry hun, I’ll take it from here.”
Susan simply nodded before walking back out, and into the toilet room. She leaned back on the toilet chair, staring at the ceiling. Before she knew it, her eyes started to tear up. This was way more difficult than she had imagined.
Susan later heard that the man was their new supervisor and paid a visit to see the how the business was doing. But fortunately he was more sympathetic than the last. Lauren told her that she was going to put up job listings for a part-time job working at the store. It was something that had to happen, given Susan’s upcoming maternity leave. While nothing bad came from it, Susan still felt terrible about the incident.
