My Sweet Milky Fountain

Here it comes again, the feeling of being full and bloated. Amanda is a planner at an internet company. She is currently explaining the latest requirements to her colleagues in the meeting room, and the boss happens to be free today. About a month after her 25th birthday, Amanda's body suddenly underwent a huge change. Even though she was not pregnant or breastfeeding, she mysteriously started to have engorged breasts, leaking milk, and even squirting milk. She had to manually express the milk every four hours, otherwise she would get mastitis and fever. After going to the hospital for check-ups, none of the medication or physical methods for stopping lactation worked for her. Amanda wanted to cry but had no tears. She could only stick nursing pads in her bra like a breastfeeding mother, but she dared not enter the company's nursing room or bring a breast pump. She had to rely on her own hands to release the milk. Who didn't know that Amanda was a single beautiful woman? If her breastfeeding supplies were discovered, she would have no way to explain. Just like now, Amanda felt that the nursing pads were already soaked. In a while, her bra would also be soaked with milk, leaving marks on her grey undershirt. Why did she choose grey today? If it was black, it could cover up a bit. Amanda dared not to lower her gaze to her own breasts. She could only pretend as if nothing happened and continue with the presentation. Ah, it's so uncomfortable being all wet like this. She seemed to smell a distinct milk odor. At this moment, a colleague from the same group named Leo suddenly stood up, walked to her, and interrupted her while there was a pause: "I'll continue explaining the remaining part to everyone." Amanda noticed that his gaze quickly swept over her breasts, and her face immediately turned red. He must have noticed something. "Thank you," she murmured, lowered her head, put down the remote control pen, pushed open the frosted glass door, and hurriedly ran out of the meeting room, heading straight into the ladies' restroom. Ah, the front of her undershirt did indeed have two dark spots. Although they were only the size of a fingertip, they were enough for a male colleague to discover. It was really embarrassing. Amanda's ears were bright red, as if she had been slapped twice, as if she were undressing in public. She didn't have time to think about it anymore and undressed. The bra absorbed a lot of milk and became heavier. She tore off the nursing pads, squeezed out the excess moisture as much as possible, and temporarily hung them on the wall hook. Previously, she would quietly bring a paper cup, squeeze the milk into it, and then pour it into the toilet and flush it away. But this time, she came empty-handed and could only bend down difficultly, aiming for the toilet and squeezing the milk into it. Amanda felt like a miserable dairy cow, her hands becoming milk-extracting machines, constantly grabbing her breast flesh and treating the toilet as a milk bucket. After squeezing for a while, the milk finally came out. Her breasts became numb, and she hardly needed to squeeze anymore. Milk droplets collected into a straw-sized stream and shot into the toilet automatically. The milk ejection reflex quickly emptied the milk, and Amanda's breasts deflated slightly. They were no longer hard and painful. After about 20 minutes of squeezing, her breasts returned to their original shape, with droplets hanging like water in front of her chest. However, her n*****s remained hard and moist, no longer able to return to the appearance of a normal woman. The bra was still wet and couldn't be worn again. Amanda had to rub the two spots on her undershirt dry, put on her clothes, and flatten her protruding n*****s with her hands. Then she wrapped the bra in tissue and held it tightly in her hand. Feeling exhausted, Amanda came out of the restroom, only to coincidentally run into Leo. To be honest, Leo was quite a striking man among the crowd. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure and a face that was as calm and handsome as his personality. There has been much discussion among the female colleagues about him. The reliable news was that he was the same age as Amanda and also single. Amanda hesitated for a moment, then nodded at Leo as a sign of gratitude. Leo said, "The meeting is over." "Oh..." Amanda's embarrassment reached its limit, and she said softly, "Thank you for earlier." Leo's gaze seemed to sweep over that area again. The dark spots had already disappeared, replaced by an even more awkward protrusion. He felt a little uneasy and shifted his gaze away, "It's nothing. Colleagues should help each other. If you need anything else, you can find me." Leo left, and Amanda was still pondering his words. Could he really have other intentions?