Hi everybody! This is my first story ever, so I'd appreciate any feedback you might have. I'm hoping to make this a regular series about a woman who, through a series of comedy-of-error style events, finds herself in ridiculous humiliating situations involving her lactating breasts. I plan for each story to be a standalone situation, with some story arcs (including this one) being two or more parts. I'm also open to suggestions for ideas for future stories.
Enjoy!
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"Tell me again why you got a flight this late? It's nearly midnight" Tracy yawned and rubbed her forehead from the passenger seat as the car pulled up to the airport terminal.
"Because babe, it was $200 cheaper. Plus, we can get some sleep on the flight and then we'll have the whole day tomorrow to spend with your family. Get the car seat out and take Jimmy Jr. inside. I'll go get the car parked and meet you guys by the ticket counter."
Tracy and Jim were a couple in their mid-twenties. They were considered an attractive couple, but Tracy was the real looker. Long blonde hair, 5'6, and a slender tight body kept tight through constant exercise led most people to believe she was a model.
But, those were not her most prominent features. Six months ago, Tracy had given birth to their first child, Jimmy Jr. . Since then, Tracy's already large tits had ballooned to comically large proportions from the excess milk she produced. She frequently had to pump and dump because she produced far more than her baby needed. Even after pumping, she had difficulty fully emptying her breasts because she was constantly producing.
Tracy was also very modest. She frequently wore conservative clothing that hid her considerable assets. Tonight, she wore sandals and a simple dress that reached past her knees. She had no carry-on, but carried with her a diaper bag containing supplies for the baby.
After Jim parked the car, they picked up their tickets from the airline counter and headed to the security line with Jimmy Jr. in the car seat. As they made their way up to scan their belongings through the X-ray machine, a passenger behind them fidgeted nervously as he got closer to the security check.
"Shit! I forgot I brought this coke with me. I've got to get rid of this..." the man thought to himself. Looking ahead, he noticed a woman staring straight ahead with an open diaper bag. He pulled the small plastic baggie from his front pocket. Quickly scanning around him to make sure nobody was paying attention, he slipped the baggie into the open diaper bag in front of him.
Only several seconds later, Tracy placed her diaper bag on the conveyor belt and walked through the metal detector. Just as she was coming out and going to reach for her bag, she felt a hand forcefully grab her arm.
"Ma'am, you're going to have to come with me." Tracy turned to her side and saw a security guard with his hand on her.
"Why? What's going on?" Jim said with a worried look as he saw the guard grab the diaper bag with his other hand.
"Sir, please take your child and wait over on that bench by the door. We saw something on the scan and need to inspect your wife and her bag in a private area."
"What?? But I don't have anything. There must be some kind of mistake. We're going to visit my family in Boston and we just-"
"Ma'am, now is not the time to argue. Please come with me right now. You are being detained."
"Jim! Do something!"
"Honey, relax. I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding. Just do what the guards say and we can get out of here."
Sobbing, the blonde reluctantly let the guard guide her to the open door just outside the security line. Jim watched his wife and the guard as the door slammed shut behind them. He heard the metallic clinking sound of a lock, and suddenly felt helpless. Staring at the door, he wondered what would happen next.
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The guard led her into the brightly lit white room. The room was sparsely furnished with no windows. The room was sound proof, with only the hum of overhead florescent lights being heard. Sitting in a chair at the side of a room was another guard, idly thumbing at his phone.
"Hey Frank, look what we got here. Looks like she's smuggling some special goods. Oh, and some drugs too."
The two men shared a laugh as the blonde held her head down in embarrassment.
"Nice work Jerry. Let's see what exactly she was planning to smuggle, shall we?"
Taking her diaper bag, Frank dumped the contents onto a table. Sifting through the items, the guard's hand came out pinching a small baggie of coke between his thumb and pointer finger.
"What the hell is this?"
"I, I don't know. That's not mine. I have no idea how it got there. Please sir, I'm here with my husband and my baby..."
"We're gonna need to do a further inspection. Ma'am, please remove your clothing."
The conservative mother gasped in astonishment "My, my clothing? But don't you have female guards here who could...?"
"At this hour, our staff is limited. If you'd prefer me to contact the police, we could have them handle the situation instead. Or, you can let us do our job and we can get you on your way."
She kicked off her sandals. Reaching behind her, she slowly unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall to her feet. The two guards gasped at what they saw. The blonde's enormous tits were concealed by an equally enormous white nursing bra. Her hard nipples poked through the thick fabric, straining against the cups. She also wore matching white panties. Noticing the guards checking her out, she blushed and folded her arms across her chest.
