You need to rush to relieve the pressure, a bathroom, anywhere you can find to privately milk yourself. But you can’t bring yourself to stand up, to excuse yourself. For whatever reason you’re trapped and can’t go to solve it.

Like getting a boner in class the thing you want to do least is stand up and draw attention to it; to have everyone look your way as you ask to leave and see the white droplets soaking through your top, beginning to run down your front. They’d all see how overproductive you are, how swollen and full. How much you failed to relieve yourself before you were in this situation.

So you steep in it more, feeling your cream pool in your bra, soak thickly through the fabric and through your shirt. It runs down your belly and tickles with its warm wet texture leaving a trail on your skin as the next drop follows quickly. Every movement you make only makes it worse, squeezes out more. Any shaking of your breasts causing a squirt, a spray.

You pray that that spray doesn’t launch straight through your clothes and arc across the room, announcing your problem to everyone… though wouldn’t it be nice if someone was available to help you?

Maybe a knowing friend notices and guides you to the bathroom, undoes your bra and starts to milk you by hand. Maybe they even use their mouth and suck your tender teats. But they’d be prone to taking advantage of your weakness… fucking your tits, groping you all over.

You fantasize about it as you sit there in public, hoping you can just escape, and it just gets worse and worse… and the milk escapes no matter how hard you will it in. It’s hopeless now. Everyone can see your shirt is soaked. Anyone who looks will realize what’s happening.

I cant keep getting away with this...