"Okay...okay," said Melona. "You can handle this, Mel. All you gotta do is get up, find something with wheels to rest these on, and stagger your way to the nurse's office. There's gotta be a--"
Melona felt strange all of a sudden; there was a building pressure in her chest. It wasn't the same warm, erotic sensation as before. No, it felt as though she were filling up with something. Melona couldn't deny that the feeling was turning her on, but right now, her anxiety was outweighing her arousal. She had a feeling that she knew what was happening.
As the first streams of milk burst from her nipples, Melona's suspicions were confirmed. Well, most of them. She hadn't expected it to feel this good, or--or--
"Oh gods oh gods oh--fuck me!" she moaned, trying and failing to arch her back as she came. She looked down at herself, wiping the tears from her eyes. She was still leaking milk in a seemingly-endless stream. The intensity of the pleasure it was giving her had diminished, but A: it hadn't vanished, and B: the volume of milk she was producing had, if anything, increased.
"Oh gods I'm like a cow," Melona whispered. "Like a whole field of them." She reached out to grope herself, but stopped before she could grab her own massive, hyper-productive breasts. Now was not the time. She could wrap a sheet around herself, grab a couple of the larger vials and use them to keep her from leaking too much on the way to the nurse's office, and get help. There was a hand truck under her bed that she'd used to get her luggage into the dorm. She could do this. With a mighty push, she stood up--
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