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Leaking
by Kelli Halliburton (kelli217@crosswinds.not)
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A bizarre story about balloons, breasts and lactation.
You be the judge. (F-solo, breasts, lac, sci-fi)
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Author Note: This story is hereby allowed for free
republication anywhere and by any means. Leaking
kelli217@crosswinds.net
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Well, of course, the first time it happened, I simply
thought it was hormone-induced lactation. I call it
"leaking." I sometimes get that at a certain time of
the month, so it didn't concern me. I did notice that
it seemed kind of bubbly and a little stickier than
usual, but not too far out of the ordinary.
The second time it happened, it was a month later, and
so I thought the same thing was happening, even though
it was again stickier, and this time the bubbling was
fairly obvious.
The third time it happened, it was only a week later
and I thought I was just having a weird dream. I
thought it was just induced by the events of the
previous week and the fact that I had eaten half a
pizza all by myself that night. But it definitely was
not ordinary lactation.
I found myself in my bed, the covers off me, with one
little milky clear bubble extending perfectly
spherically from each nipple. I touched one, thinking
it was just a bubble, but it was all rubbery, and gave
a little before it popped. Then a new bubble began to
form in its place.
I watched this with great curiosity for several
minutes, thinking what a strange dream I was having,
when the one that I hadn't popped detached itself and
immediately floated straight for the ceiling, where it
bounced a few times and came to rest in a corner of the
room. Then the other one did the same thing. The entire
process started over again. But for some reason, I was
content just to watch the events unfolding.
In reflection, it was perhaps at that point that I
should have sought help, but as I said, I thought it
was just a strange dream, and not a very interesting
one, because I soon tired of watching bubbles form at
my nipples and float up to the ceiling. I didn't even
watch through the third set when the dream ended, or I
fell back to sleep.
I woke up the next morning and found nothing out of the
ordinary; my breasts had no trace of the milky, sticky,
rubbery fluid on them, and so I dismissed the previous
night's occurrence as no more than imagery brought on
by indigestion and colored by past experience. I
showered and went to work and gave it not another
thought.
Work was brutal that day; we had several emergencies to
take care of and we were shorthanded because two
colleagues were out - one sick and the other on
vacation. When I got home, I was dead tired, and headed
straight to my bed to lie down for a few minutes. As I
lay on my back, I was suddenly reminded of the
experience that I'd had the previous night; I saw
before me about 20 small bubbles scattered across the
ceiling.
I leapt from my bed, stunned. I decided I wanted to
know what these spheres were. So I went to the hall
closet and grabbed the step stool, set it up, and
climbed up to touch one of the little globes. It was
rubbery and bounced off of my finger, so I grabbed it
and brought it down to examine it. I released it from
my hand and it shot upward, so I quickly closed my hand
around it again. To the touch, it seemed like nothing
more than a small, clear white balloon that somehow
didn't have a valve.
About that time, I felt my nipples leaking again. I
don't have pads in my bras; when I have leaked before,
I would usually just put a bit of tissue in my bra to
absorb it. But since I was home, I decided to just
strip. Right as I was getting the bra unhooked, I
started to feel a bit of pressure in my breasts, and as
I removed it, spheres were once again forming. I
touched them and this time they were solid rubber
already, seemingly just growing right out of my
nipples. I tried to pull one off, and it really HURT. I
grabbed a pin and popped them, and new ones just formed
right behind them.
And these weren't small. The ones last night had never
gotten past perhaps an inch in size, but these were
already three inches in diameter and still growing. I
started to panic. I knew something was very, very
wrong, but had no idea what to do about it.
I decided to call 911, then I wondered what would I
tell them. If I told them what was actually happening
to me, they would think it was a crank call. So I
decided to just tell them I didn't know what was wrong
but that I needed an ambulance, NOW. I picked up the
phone and dialed, and I got a busy signal!
Meanwhile, the balloons at my chest were about 4 inches
and still growing. Thank goodness I could just continue
to pop them and simply deal with the re-growth as it
happened. I tried 911 again. It was still busy. I
looked down again and saw that the balloons were right
back to 4 inches and again growing. I took the phone
with me into the bathroom and inspected myself in the
mirror.
It was a strange sight indeed. Two perfect spheres
extended from my nipples, which were obscured from my
view in the mirror. As I watched, they continued
growing, and began to bob upwards as the gas they were
somehow filling with began to reach noticeable
buoyancy. I was mesmerized by the sight and forgot for
a moment about calling 911. By the time I remembered,
they were about 7 inches in diameter, and showed no
signs of releasing like the ones last night had done.
I tried pulling on them again. OW. I grabbed a pin and
popped one. The one that formed in its place simply
grew faster until it reached the size of the other one.
Popping was going to be a constant chore until I got
through to the 911 operator and the ambulance got here.
I popped both of them and briefly toyed with the idea
of throwing on a baggy shirt and driving myself to the
hospital. However, by the time I had gotten to the
chest of drawers, the new set of balloons had rapidly
filled out to the size they had been when I popped
them. This was beginning to be annoying.
I popped them both again, and watched as they
practically shot out of my chest to be 8 inches in
about 5 seconds. Popping didn't seem to be a solution,
but just to be sure, I tried one more time. This time
they reached 8 inches in about 4 seconds. Popping them
more just made them grow back faster to the size they
had been. No, this was not a solution.
Now they had quite a bit of buoyancy, and I was
beginning to feel the gentle tug on my breasts as they
were pulled upwards. I didn't hurt at all from this, so
I tried again to pull the balloons free of my nipples.
Pain again shot through me. So, I couldn't pull them
off, and popping them was only a brief temporary
measure. I started to panic just a little bit and tried
911 again. It was still busy. I began to regret my
decision to vote against the tax referendum the last
year.
I held two pins right in front of my nipples for a few
minutes and my new attachments went pop-pop-pop-pop in
rapid succession, but as soon as I took them away,
FOOP! Two big 10-inch balloons were floating from the
ends of my tits. And they were pulling upward quite a
bit. Either I found some way to keep the pins right at
my nipples, or I dealt with the balloons. I did have to
use my hands for other things occasionally, so I
decided to let the balloons have their way momentarily
while I thought of some sort of way to keep the pins at
my nipples.
Finally, it happened. When the balloons reached about
12 inches across, they detached themselves and flew to
the ceiling. Okay, I thought to myself, thank goodness
that's over. As I watched the balloons bounce against
the ceiling among the others, though, I realized. This
was probably going to happen several more times,
because last night it had apparently happened about 10
times. I looked down, and sure enough, there they were.
I really needed to get through to 911.
Just then, the batteries in my cordless decided to go
dead, so I had to go back in the living room. I tried
again to call an ambulance, but the busy signal
continued to thwart me. When I sat down on the sofa, I
already had 5-inch balloons at my nipples. They seemed
to be growing faster.
Good, I thought. Maybe that means that it won't take as
long for the next few sets to grow and detach. Instead
of trying various things to counter the growth, this
time I simply watched the whole process through to the
end. It seemed that the balloons were a little bigger
than the previous ones, so I went back to the bathroom
and checked against the size of the ones on the ceiling
there.
They were definitely bigger, though only a little. By
the time these largest ones had detached and I had gone
to the bathroom to check the earlier ones, the new ones
at my boobs had gotten to about 6 inches. I popped
them, and FOOP! There they were again. Only. damn! They
were BIGGER than before I popped them. Things seemed to
be accelerating. This was not a good sign.
I held the pins to my nipples, and a very rapid
popping, almost a buzzing sound, occurred as the
balloons reformed with amazing speed. But this allowed
me to see how they were starting, a process which I
hadn't yet thought to observe. A tiny drop of fluid
would appear and quickly begin to fill and grow. at the
beginning, it looked for all the world like nothing
more than milk.
I remembered that latex sap from the rubber tree looked
like milk when it was freshly harvested. I wondered if
there was some relation to breast milk and latex sap -
whether true in general or not, it certainly seemed
like it was true in my case. These thoughts flashed
through my mind briefly, and then I considered a new
idea. Why not try to plug the hole the sap was coming
from? So I stuck my fingers up to my nipples, blocking
the opening.
That was a mistake. My breasts themselves began to
swell up like they were holding pressure. I quickly
released my nipples; I had always wanted bigger boobs
but since I still didn't really have a good idea of
what was going on, I didn't want to take a chance of
something going wrong. FOOP! There they were, about 9
inches after I released my nipples.
I watched as they grew, again slightly but noticeably
larger before they detached and the new set formed. And
this time I was able to watch in more detail, as the
rate of growth after a detachment was slower than what
happened after a pop. These grew to about 15 inches
before they finally detached, and I recognized that
each new set was increasing in size by about an inch in
diameter each time.
If this process went on as long as it did last night,
by the time I had gotten to the 10th one, they would be
about 21 inches across when the last set detached. Each
time, they pulled upward more and more on my boobs as
they inflated. This pulling was not accompanied by
pain, but any time I actively tried to pull on them, I
was in agony. Bumping them against things didn't hurt
either. It seemed that I simply wasn't meant to try to
pull them off on purpose.
This was fascinating, but I had only done this 4 times
so far, and I still hadn't gotten through to 911.
Eventually, I stopped trying, and I hoped that whenever
the process was finished, that I would be able to
simply drive myself to the hospital during the dormant
phase.
About this time, the stresses of the day, including
work and now these incredibly bizarre events, really
caught up to me. After set number 5 had detached and
floated off (as I predicted, about 16 inches across), I
decided that I might just try to sleep through this,
since it had certainly not interfered with my sleep the
previous night. I removed my slacks, and got into bed
in my panties. I quickly realized that sleeping on my
stomach would be impossible, and discovered in short
order that sleeping on my side was not going to work
either, because as they inflated, they pulled sideways.
This was not painful, just uncomfortable and would make
it difficult to sleep.
So, I lay on my back, and pulled the covers over
myself, and the latest set of boob-balloons. This
didn't work at all, so I had to default to pulling the
covers up to just under my nipples so that whatever was
going on could go on unimpeded. In a matter of moments,
after watching set number 6 detach and float away and
set number 7 begin, I drifted off to sleep.
When I finally woke up, my breasts were free and clear
of any latex residue, and the ceiling was completely
filled with balloons, in sizes up to about three feet
wide. Apparently the cycle was longer than the previous
one. I quickly got dressed and headed for the car,
realizing that I had only hours between the last two
cycles, and that the next cycle might arrive even
faster. What I had failed to consider was that every
part of the experience was accelerating. They were
bigger in diameter each cycle by slightly more than 10
times, there were more of them, and they were more
durable.
As I was outside, headed for my car, it began again. I
had worn a sweatshirt, foolishly believing that the
first set would only be about 12 inches and that the
sweatshirt would be enough to preserve my modesty under
these conditions. That turned out to be a false
assumption. The balloons began growing quickly, almost
as quickly as they had the first time I had popped one,
and soon they filled my sweat shirt completely to
capacity. I absolutely had to stop right where I was,
because I couldn't see where I was going. The balloons
were pulling upward so much that they blocked my view.
Then the sweatshirt began to strain at the seams. And
in a few moments, it began to rip. So much for modesty,
I thought. The balloons sprang free, pulling me bodily
by the breasts as they jerked skyward. I realized,
quickly, that I was in danger of being pulled off the
ground by them if they got too big, so I turned my head
sideways and found a concrete bench, straddled it, and
hooked my legs under it. Thankfully, no one was around
to see the incredible sight of a woman leg-locked
around a bench next to the parking lot with huge
whitish-clear balloons growing from her nipples.
When the balloons finally decided to detach, they were
probably 12 feet across. Twelve certainly seemed to be
the magic number as far as size for each cycle went.
And when the next set started, I had to do something,
because I couldn't stay outside and have this continue
to happen. My legs were already tired from the strain
of holding my body onto the bench with the balloons
trying to pull me upwards. So I stuck my fingers into
my nipples.
At this point the unknown factor of swelling boobs was
better than the known factor of 12-foot balloons. I ran
for shelter and privacy as I felt the swelling and
pressure building up inside. I got to my door, and
realized I'd have to release one hand to use my keys.
That was not really an option. But in a moment, I felt
the pressure subsiding on my fingers, while it was
still there in my boobs, so I chanced it, and saw a
little latex plug sitting in each nipple. Great! I
thought. If I'd known that would happen, I would have
done it a long time ago. Quickly I let myself in,
managing somehow to not be seen by anyone in the
apartment complex.
The swelling had increased considerably, and I could
see that I now had a bigger bustline than before, by a
considerable amount. I had no idea what was going to
happen, but at least the symptoms had seemed fairly
benign compared to what had just happened outside. My
boobs were simply growing, but much more slowly than
the balloons. The pressure was pretty intense, though.
I started to feel bloated, then like I had to pee. Then
like I was constipated. Then like I was going to throw
up. I sprinted for the bathroom, shedding my pants
along the way. I sat on the toilet and leaned over into
the bathtub as my body felt like it was ready to expel
from every orifice.
Well, it did, but not at all as I expected. Balloons
came out everywhere, mouth, pussy, and butt, all
perfectly clean, no bodily fluids anywhere on them,
with no strain at all. I managed to still be able to
breathe through my nose while all this was happening. I
was very upset by this turn of events. I tried to pinch
off, tighten up, close my mouth, and nothing worked.
Thankfully, they all released at about 12 inches in
diameter, and floated up to the ceiling with the rest
of the balloons.
But then another set started. This was apparently going
to go on, same as the other cycles. I didn't know what
was wrong with me, but I knew that I couldn't go on
like this, and tried to free the latex plugs at my
nipples. I thought that this would stop the process
that was happening elsewhere in my body, and that I
would simply tape a pair of pins to my nipples to keep
from growing from my boobs again while I got to a
hospital or something.
I used the mirror to guide me as I taped the pins to my
nipples as the next set of balloons grew from my
openings, and then pried loose the latex plugs from my
breasts. It was only after I had done this that I
noticed that I was now blessed with huge, spherical
breasts that must have also been about 12 inches in
diameter. The plugs came loose eventually, and the
buzzing sound started again. Finally, the balloons at
my pussy, ass, and mouth stopped growing, but they
didn't deflate, nor detach. So I took a third pin and
popped them all.
There I was, a loudly buzzing woman, my body trying to
grow balloons from whatever outlet available, and now
sporting ridiculous bouncing balloon boobs. I grabbed
another sweatshirt and once again headed for the
hospital.
I got to the car and had just unlocked the door when
the buzzing got louder and increased in pitch. I
wondered at the significance of that for only a moment
before the pins inside my shirt taped to my tits
started to vibrate so much that they were being
loosened from their tape. And then they both fell off.
I had absolutely no time to even process this before my
shirt was blown to shreds and 3-foot balloons sprang
from my body, knocking my keys across the parking lot.
I reached down, bending at the legs, then nearly
bending over backwards and tried to find where the pins
had gone on the ground. Miraculously, I was able to
find one, and plunged it into one of the balloons.
Nothing happened. I stuck the pin in my finger. OW!
Well, it was still sharp. I plunged it in again.
Nothing. This was very bad. And now my balloons were 4
feet across. I tried to find somewhere on my car to
hang onto as the balloons grew and I started to lose
footing. The best thing to do would be to get in and
let my balloons hang out the window. Unfortunately, my
car's doors had frames around the windows, and the
balloons simply wouldn't fit through at this point. I
grabbed the seat belt and wrapped it around me. The
balloons finally lifted me off the ground, but I was
tethered to my car by the seat belt. Then they
detached, and I quickly got in while they were still
small enough to fit through the window.
Now, I couldn't even pop them. The only thing I could
do was to plug them up, but that resulted in an
upsetting condition. I wondered if they could be
plugged up too, so I waited for the next set to detach,
then plugged my nipples. I felt the start of the other
ones, and so I reached down in my pants, pressed my
thumb against my pussy, a finger against my ass, and my
hand against my mouth. I hoped that they wouldn't try
to get out my nose, but I was counting on the fact that
so far the various processes had not created any
physical threat directly, only the indirect threats of
falling from a great height or being smothered to death
in an enclosed space.
The latex formed there, but then hardened and plugged
up against the pressure of my hands, and I felt the
pressure building. I figured I could deal with growing
boobs, and even given my nudity, I needed to get to the
hospital. But I needed my keys, which were out in the
parking lot where they had landed when my breasts
sprang free earlier. So I got out of the car and walked
across the parking lot, going after my keys. It turned
out to be the last time my feet would ever touch Earth.
A major rumbling started inside my body, and the first
thing that happened was that my boobs grew rapidly to
about 3 feet across, each. This stretched the skin of
my nipples, and the plugs fell free from them, with the
almost instant result being that I had balloons
spouting from my 3-foot breasts that were about 4 times
as big across and still growing, which immediately
lifted me off the ground. At the same time, the
pressure released on the plugs at my mouth, pussy, and
ass, and they also fell out.
But this time, instead of the boob balloons alleviating
the formation of the others, they simply started
growing again. And my boobs were growing too. Thanks to
the balloons growing out of my pussy and ass, I
eventually wound up bursting out of my pants the same
way I had from the two shirts. Now I had balloons
growing from every orifice as well as my nipples. And
by now my boobs were about 5 feet across. I was turning
into a floating pair of balloons that grew balloons out
of myself. Then they all released, and
I knew the sickening drop was about to occur.
I had only just started free-fall when a loud hum
encompassed me, and I found myself in a white
nothingness, still in free-fall, or perhaps floating.
"Hello. It certainly took you long enough to get to
this stage. You're far more resourceful than most of
the human women we see."
I looked around for the source of the sound.
"Don't bother. We're not corporeal beings, though we
can certainly affect matter," the voice said.
I tried to speak, "Who are you? What is this?" But the
balloon at my mouth was interfering and there was no
sound. But the voice still answered me, and I realized
it was actually coming from inside my head as much as
anywhere.
"Those are some very broad questions, and there are not
any simple answers. However, metaphorically, you could
say that we are performing an experiment, or a
practical joke, or random acts of violence, or even
random acts of kindness. It's all very relative, and
suffice it to say that your mind cannot conceive of our
purpose. It doesn't matter how you think of us or of
what has happened to you. Simply know that you will be
like this, in this place, effectively for eternity.
However, at this stage, you may be interested to learn
something about the elastic spheres emitting from your
body. You call them balloons, although that is not
precisely what they are. We know they have only caused
you direct pain when you have tried to remove them.
They will soon become completely indifferent to your
pulling on them, and that the lack of sensation from
the growing will soon become an intensely pleasurable
sensation."
"What is this place?" I asked. I almost moaned as the
first hint of what the voice had just said started to
come to pass.
"The best answer we can give is that it is just outside
your universe, infinite in extent, and it completely
avoids many of your laws of physics. Time exists, and
your body can move and feel and your brain can think,
but most other processes simply don't occur, so you
will never need to eat or breathe or sleep or perform
any of the other bodily functions that most corporeal
beings have to perform. Nor will you ever get hot or
cold. Gravity does exist, but you are actually the only
matter in this place, and so there's nowhere to fall.
"Actually, in a few months, you will be surrounded by a
cloud of balloons, all in a very loose orbit around
you, as gravity pulls all the lighter objects back to
you, the heavier object. If you hadn't realized, the
balloons will continue to get larger and larger each
time they are released from your body. The acceleration
rate varies a bit, but I imagine in about a year the
balloons being released from your body will be about
the size of your home planet."
"And I'm stuck like this for eternity?" I asked, on the
precipice of a huge orgasm.
"Yes, but I think that you'll find it enjoyable
enough," said the voice as I spasmed from head to toe
with orgasm as the balloons released and the next set
formed. "You're enjoying it already."
ABOUT 100,000 YEARS LATER
The balloons in the last set were about the diameter of
the Milky Way Galaxy, I'm guessing. My boobs did
eventually stop growing not too long after I got here.
I asked about that, and the voice said that they do
usually stop after about 5,000 years. My boobs always
did grow more slowly than the balloons, anyway, and so
they're each only about the size of the Moon.
You'd think that after maybe a year at best that even
an orgasm like the ones I get from releasing a new set
would get old and not very interesting anymore, but
that hasn't happened. I still get just exactly as much
of a thrill from it as the first one, and they continue
to completely engulf me from head to toe. The one I had
when the last set was released lasted for a month and a
half.
Whenever I want to know about time intervals, or sizes,
I ask the voice, but otherwise I would never really
know how long anything takes or how big anything is.
Many sets of balloons ago, about 40,000 or so sets ago
I guess, I asked how long it was taking to make the
balloons I was producing then, and the answer was
phrased in months. However, it doesn't seem to take
that much more time to produce these most recent ones.
I guess I'm just inflating them faster as they get
larger.
END
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