("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Leaking by Kelli Halliburton (kelli217@crosswinds.not) *** A bizarre story about balloons, breasts and lactation. You be the judge. (F-solo, breasts, lac, sci-fi) *** Author Note: This story is hereby allowed for free republication anywhere and by any means. Leaking kelli217@crosswinds.net *** 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 64