Second day finished - as a heads up, each of these chapters I'm looking at pacing and action in different ways, to get an idea of what I want to do more or less of in the future, so look between these chapters of Pauline's adventures as me getting my bearings. This story contains massive lactating tits with some reluctance
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Pauline woke up feeling rested but chilly, and immediately remembered how she'd fallen asleep without a blanket. She stretched her arms and legs away from her center and yawned until she started trying to arc and crack her back. Her body forced itself back against the bed, which didn't surprise her. She saw the curve of her enormous boobs on both sides acting like a giant rubber band and resisting her efforts to move up.
She tilted her head to the left and stared at her ginormous chest with drowsy blue eyes. Her left boob, like the rest of her body, was completely naked. It was also wrapped against the bed's edge like a 50 pound pancake beginning to slip off a plate. She lazily shook her boob; it was surprisingly firm, not as malleable as she was used to it being, and her boob kept a lot of it's flattened shape despite her shaking. This happened to her breasts more often than she wanted; after not milking her tits thoroughly, they would overflow with milk, making a mess and getting firm.
Such a milk-heavy night left her confused as to why she was so swollen so she looked to see if she was leaking heavily. There were multiple streams of milk sprinkling the side of her bed and her blanket on the floor. She either hadn't lost that much milk tangled in the dairy hoses yesterday or she regained a lot of her milk overnight. She made a lot of milk overnight, but she took a while to fill up and these tits were pushing against their carrying capacities.
She then looked beyond her chest again, pulling some of her bedhead tufts out of her face. She thought about cleaning her milk blasted blanket but felt more tired than usual and decided to focus on waking up, at least calling her sister like she had planned. After some weak attempts to fight her personal planets' gravity, she decided to relax a little longer since she could call Rory before even leaving her bed. Pauline turned and located her phone on the nightstand to her right.
That was when her right breast became visible. Not only did she now realize how close to the right side of her bed she was, sagging a good foot of her chest off the bedside, but she'd lost sensation. She pulled on her left breast to bring it closer, to let her turn and get a better look at her right breast, and she was amused by how numb her milk tank was to the touch. As she turned to get a better look, she felt a tingling feeling and saw her breast slide for a moment. Next thing she knew, she was on the ground. She fell hard on her side but she had a fleshy beanbag to break her fall.
After catching her bearings, Pauline realized her right breast had been hanging off the side of her bed all night. She looked around at the strange puddle of milk she'd fallen into and realized to her horror that her right breast had also taken on an abnormal shape: after she pulled herself off her tit with the wooden nightstand she saw that her right boob looked like an overfilled water balloon, completely swollen towards the bottom. She watched it swing back and forth for a moment before she decided she needed to make the call - dealing with her body could wait.
Phone in hand and tits in their leaking state, she dialed Rory up. As she leaned on the nightstand, she saw it was 7:10 - very late for her usual start of the day, but more importantly only 20 minutes before she was expecting Bill and Andy. Worried about her own time management, Rory picked up the phone after 3 stress inducing dial tones.
"Hey Pauline! What's up?" Rory responded enthusiastically.
"Uh... hi to you too, Rory. I wanted to talk about what else I found yesterday." Pauline pushed out groggily. She sounded too uninterested in the conversation to justify her being the original caller, compared to Rory's oddly cheery tone.
"Oh? Did those creatures do anything more to your crops?"
"Well," Pauline's voice was returning to her, "not any more dog things since they first attacked some pumpkins yesterday, but I'm honestly more weirded out by the fact that I just found a cow milking set up and the pumping machine and all that in a barn, the one nearest to my house. With the odd timing of your call and the dogs, it just felt oddly out of place and concerning. What do ya make of that?"
"Actually, this just became finalized Monday, only four days ago, but I wanted to move one of my client's milking machines into an undisclosed barn. They've begun to owe us some money and they agreed to lend the machine to us until they pay their debt off. I didn't realize it was your farm that was the closest, but you should have been told at the start of the week, or even last evening. Sorry you weren't notified... I promise we'll move it out soon! We just needed temporary space..." Rory said each word with an apologetic tone, and after having such a solid explanation to another oddity of yesterday, Pauline felt happy enough not to care about not being told.
"Oh that's fine, I just wasn't informed. Maybe I didn't respond to them trying to contact me and I ignored them so they assumed they could shove it in the barn. Weird and a little unwelcome, but all is forgiven."
"Well, that's definitely my thoughts, I doubt it would just so happen that a milking machine would appear in your barn right when a milking machine was sent to a farm near you. Either way, anything else to say? I've got a long day ahead of me and if you have something we can talk about another day I'd like to save it for later."
"Not really, besides that milking machine I'll keep you posted on the dog things. What's up today?" Pauline inquired.
"Just... working out money with a client, and the deep complications that brings. I've just got a ton of busy work and communication issues came up recently and they're making things more difficult than they need to be... you know, not a big issue just needs to be dealt with. Same people whose milking machine we're holding onto. I'm gonna be up late tonight, hoh boy..." both women laughed at Rory's expense.
"Well alright then, I've gotta get up for the day too, take care of yourself now ya hear?" Pauline said in a judgemental tone.
"Heh, k Paula. See you around. Also!..." Rory caught Paula about to say goodbye and hang up, "would you mind if I left you with some other dairy farm supplies and equipment? I think I'll personally see to it you're contacted but I wanted to ask now."
"Yeah that's fine, just have them talk to me this time around. Anything else?"
"Thanks! Not at the moment, so take care!" And with that, Rory hung up. Pauline put the phone down, took a deep breath, and wobbled over to the bathroom. Both udders painted her path with milk, slapping against her sides as she walked. She was all the more annoyed when she realized her personal milking machine had been left in her room
Pauline's boob was regaining feeling, which would have been great in most scenarios. While there wasn't an early yellowing for bruises, internal titty pain stung her chest. The milk puddle at that side of her bed was far more of a mess than the mess under her left tit left. Not to mention, instead of just resting atop the corner of her bedside, her right breast had actually been slowly yanked down by gravity towards the floor and the cold of leaving her chest uncovered combined with the pull on her glands all night gave her skin a cold pinch.
She had to do something about her boobs, but something else had to be done beforehand. At first dealing with Bill and Andy had made Pauline worried, not only because of her unprecedentedly heavy breasts but also because of her current tiredness. The strange events involving the dog things, whatever they were, were more than enough reason to halt operations for a short time, she thought. What day was it even? Thinking back, Rory had said Monday was four days ago, so it was the end of the week probably... it was Friday!
While it only took her moments to realize which day of the week it was, she knew she needed more time to wake up, and because it was Friday and scary circumstances had come up with the dog creatures - she was definitely calling in a skip day for everybody. There weren't many people working at the farm, and the only people Pauline really spoke to who she employed were Bill and Andy, so she decided to have Bill break the news. She picked up the phone and dialed his number. As she waited, she looked down at the cold, wet milk sack slowly swinging around her right knee and began massaging it.
"Uh, hey Paula, how're you?" Bill replied as soon as the dial tone silenced.
"Honestly, not great. I feel pretty terrible starting this day off, I don't know what's up but I'm super tired for some reason, and with the dogs and everything, I was probably going to cancel today anyways but tell everybody now that they can head home, ok?"
