A Splash Home

James rushed home in pain, knowing that he couldn't take it anymore. As soon as he was inside his house, he realized that he couldn't wait to get all the way to the bedroom upstairs and take the breast pump. He regretted his mistake, he should have known that every time he was leaving the house he needed to empty his milking breast. 

The one time he felt ambitous, his Mammary Growth Syndrome hit him with a vengence. The last twenty minutes were of excruciating pain, every step and every jiggle reminded him that his breast were full of milk and needed release. He almost considered to let it go and face the shame of milk staining his clothes. People already thought he was a freak, sporting H-cup boobs always filling up with milk, may as well give in to the impression. Yet, he endured, resisting to the last bit of pride he had. 

Now it was different, he was at home. He didn't care anymore, so he quickly pulled his breast out of the tank top and the bra. Then he grabbed the base of his left breast and squeezed. Milk poured out of his engorged nipple, splashing all over the room. James didn't care. He moaned in relief that was bordering on pleasure. 

He knew he would spend the rest of the hour cleaning up after the milky mess he made, but he felt fine for the first time in hours and was ok with the situation. If only his wife hadn't came home early with her best friends, just as he finished splashing milk all over the living room!



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