I crossed my legs at my desk, my brows furrowed in concentration. I’d been working in the intelligence department of the cooperation for quite some time now, though it’s only been a few weeks since I’ve been promoted, something that I hadn’t expected with my lack of experience.
It was quite obvious what had happened, though. I wasn’t special, I wasn’t an expert, and I was significantly younger than a lot of the other agents in my position. The only reason they promoted me was because there was nobody else that could do it. There were high field-casualty rates within the agency, and the turnaround was large, even within the intelligence department, where it was rare for us to head out into the wasteland.
Though the corporation wasn’t a ‘good’ place by any means, it was a dog eat dog world out there, and I knew that work outside of it would be nonexistent, and potentially fatal. It was better to be the one in charge than the one being spit on.
I organized the files on my desk, stacking them in order, and exited the room, knowing I had to get another person’s opinion on this.
I walked down the hall and knocked on Haug’s door. I tapped my foot on the ground, impatiently waiting for him to give me this time of day. I was a very stubborn person, and hated having to ask others for help. It was miserable for me to go up to the men in my department to do my job properly, but as the most recent newbie, I knew I would have to let down my pride from time to time.
Haug was definitely the best person to go to ask at the moment. He was French, and though argued with me in meetings at times, wasn’t really my main competition, being in the field for so long now. “Come in…” said his gruff voice, and I immediately opened the door and slammed it shut behind me.
“Hey, I need your opinion on this,” I said, taking a seat from him like I owned the room. Haug was very unattractive, hence his nickname, and yet there was a sort of comforting presence about him, mostly because I knew he wasn’t a liar, and told things to people straight on.
He grinned, “I love when you come and ask me for help.”
I rolled my eyes, though I knew he was teasing. I knew he wouldn’t be going to Marshal about this, knowing how much I hated him. Marshal was my main rival, an American blonde who didn’t know how to shut up no matter how much I asked him to. He was incredibly toxic, and a huge pervert, and him knowing I was going around asking for advice would be extremely satisfying for him.
I slid the file across the table and looked around the room, waiting for Haug to pinpoint exactly where my issue is.
“You don’t want to interrogate a little girl, is that the issue?” He asked after a few minutes of going through the file. He slid it back across the table to me, his expression hardening past humor.
I sigh, “maybe. I don’t know. I can’t help but not be biased about this.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said.
“I was hoping you’d just tell me what to do… since you’ve been doing this for fifty years now,” I joked.
He rolled his eyes, “I need to know what you’re thinking. Sometimes it's nice to hear a new perspective.”
I nodded, maybe he was making sense, “she’s part of a rebel group. It’s obvious. But she’s also ten years old. Do you really think this little girl is capable of doing all of this?” I pointed down towards the file, and opened the first page so we were both staring at the mug shot of her. She was staring directly at the camera, and her wild looking hazel eyes felt like they were watching me.
“You would be surprised what they can train kids to do these days, especially those that are hungry,” he said.
I raised my eyebrow, “so that’s your opinion, then? That I should interrogate her?”
He shook his head, and mimicked a zipper closing up his mouth, “I’m not saying anything unless you explain yourself further.”
“She’s currently locked up with the rest of them. It was Tarv’s division that got them, too.” Tarv was one of my closest friends, an African American man that was flamboyantly gay, and one of the best in the combative branch, mostly because of his love for explosive weapons. “They want me to use my usual techniques on her, but I just don’t see the point. Why don’t I go for her older sister instead? Or her uncle?”
“It seems pretty obvious on the file itself, Claudia. She’s the one they’ve been using to get intel because no one suspects a ten year old,” he explained like I was naive, which definitely grinded on my nerves.
“What if they’re lying, though? What if they just want to get rid of her?” I asked.
He shook his head, “I can’t see the motivation behind that, but you can figure it out when you question her.”
I let out a deep puff of annoyance and found myself glaring at him pretty obviously. “What’s the real problem here?” He asked. “I didn’t find you as a person who would hesitate from questioning anyone. Why is this little girl stopping you all of a sudden?”
I bit my lip. The truth was, I didn’t really know. It felt like there was something wrong about this whole thing, but I just couldn’t place my finger on it. I was hoping Haug would be on my side with this, but it seems he’s on the side of questioning her, afterall.
I stood up and dusted my tight black pants, already giving up on talking to him about this any further. “Thanks anyways, Haug. I’ll update you when I get the chance.”
“Well, I’m here if you want to talk about anything else.” I doubt I’ll come to you from now on. I thought bitterly, though I knew I didn’t have many other options at this point. I tended to make enemies pretty quickly with my snarky attitude.
It was near the end of my shift, anyway, and it took me a couple of minutes to pack up and lock my office door.
Most of the time, I liked to stop by at the pub nearby, mostly because I needed some hard liquor to help me unwind and try to forget the horrible things I was tasked with every day. Today, though, I needed to just go home and sleep it all off, and maybe come up with a better idea the next morning.
I took a fifteen minute shuttle back to my place, a third floor apartment that was decent for what was available these days in the aftermath of what we call “New Seattle”. I was getting paid handsomely by the Corporation, but didn’t want to risk moving somewhere better, for fear that my job still wasn’t quite so stable. It may never feel stable to me.
I took a shot of vodka, took a steaming hot shower that practically burnt my skin, and only paused to stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was short and wavy, trimmed higher on the left than on the right. I had plenty of earrings and jewelry on at all times, and a couple of hidden tattoos that only the best of friends got to see. I loved wearing gothic makeup and apparel, though it definitely wasn’t fit for the workplace. At work, I was reduced down to what looked like a tracksuit, an army green that I absolutely despised, though I managed to argue into bringing my own black tights.
I was regularly mistaken for a boy from behind, though none of that bothered me. I liked being tough, and my take-no-shit attitude made me quite good at interrogations, which was the main focus of my job.
I headed to the only bedroom in the apartment, tossing my towel to the side and couldn’t bother putting on clothes. It was a perk of living alone, afterall. I collapsed onto the bed, sighing contentedly as I pulled the pillow close to my chest, and promptly fell asleep at around 7:30 in the evening.
The next morning, I woke up completely wet. No, not down there. The pillow I had pulled against me was completely soaked, and I had no idea what it was. It was slightly sticky and sweet smelling, so much so that I stuck my tongue out and flicked it against the pillow. I couldn’t taste much, mostly because the liquid had been soaked through overnight. What the hell was going on?
I brought the pillow with me to the bathroom, flicking on the light so I could see it better. There were a few white-ish patches in appearance, and I looked down at myself, seeing the glistening parts of my skin, all around my chest. It was sticky as well, and I soaked a towel with warm water to clean myself off.
It was right when I finished that I figured out what was happening. There was fluid beading at the tip of my nipples. I had small tits, so small that I barely needed to wear a bra most of the time, and yet I could see a distinct milky substance trying to make its way out of me.
It was so fucking embarrassing, but I had to confirm it. I took a little droplet into my index finger, and stuck it into my mouth. It was sweet, and distinctly milky. I hadn’t tasted fresh milk like this in years, being in New Seatle, but the taste itself could never erase itself from my memory.
I couldn’t ignore what this was, no matter how much I wanted to. My body moved itself a few steps back, and I hit the wall behind me, completely and utterly confused. I slid down to the floor, my ass hitting the coldness of the tiles underneath me as I continued to clutch onto the pillow. “What the fuck…” I murmured to myself.
It didn’t make any sense. Why the hell was I lactating? This had never happened to me before. I didn’t even know any pregnant women or women with young kids. Pregnancy was so rare nowadays, since there were so many options to prevent it, and no one wanted to bring a kid into this horrid world. I was on birth control myself… and it was supposed to be absolutely full proof.
My alarm rang in the bedroom, and I got myself together, walking to the bed as I looked at the mess I made. The sheets were completely and utterly soaked. It wasn’t just the pillow. It was like my breasts had somehow exploded overnight.
That’s not how milk was usually produced, was it? I had a very limited concept of how lactation worked, trust me, but I was pretty sure it was supposed to take a while to reach this level.
I shut my alarm off and began scrolling on my phone, needing to figure out some sort of solution, or at least figure out what was going on.
I researched spontaneous lactation, and was informed that it did happen sometimes to women, such as in false pregnancy, but usually from a lot of breast stimulation. Basically, tricking the body into thinking that a baby was sucking on the tits. I definitely hadn’t been playing with my tits recently - there wasn’t really much to play with.
I moved onto researching solutions to the problem, but it wasn’t really useful. I was told to cover myself with breast pads until I dried up. I wasn’t supposed to touch them, and let it go away on its own. Apparently, putting cooked cabbage leaves was also good for drying up a supply, though I didn’t think cabbages were even accessible in the city.
I checked the time. I would have to hurry up to get to work on time. I wouldn’t want Marshal to have something else to report to our boss about. I slipped on a bra, knowing I would have to today, and stuffed a thin towel on either side. Breast pads would be impossible to find… and also too embarrassing to purchase. I didn’t want to overstuff my bra, knowing that people would wonder how my breasts had gotten larger in one day.
I stared at my reflection when I was in full uniform, moving from side to side so everything looked okay. Thankfully, nothing was leaking - yet - and it all seemed to be in order.
I would have to grab a sandwich on my way to work. I was famished, and was so distracted by everything I hadn’t managed to have dinner or breakfast.
I arrived at work right on time, and immediately sent out a request for me to speak to the little girl. I needed something to distract me. A lot.
It was midmorning when I felt it. There was pain in my chest. A tightness I’d never felt before. “Fuck…” I murmured, and left my office to go to the shared bathroom. Unfortunately, the office space didn’t let us have gendered bathrooms, mostly because the intelligence department has consisted of mostly men for quite some time, so I was forced to join them in a room with three stalls and three urinals.
Hoping no one would need to go to the bathroom at this exact instance, I locked the main door to the bathroom, and practically ran to the mirrors. I unbuttoned my top and tossed it in between two sinks and removed my bra. I immediately let out a moan of relief. The two pieces of towel fell onto the counter in front of me, and I touched them - they were both soaked. So was the bra. Thankfully it hadn’t reached my top yet.
This was bad. Really bad. My breasts were small, but incredibly engorged. They looked like water balloons about to explode at any moment. I could see distinct veins all the way to the tip of my nipples, and could feel swollen clumps, desperate to be touched.
“How can I work like this?” I whispered to my reflection in the mirror. Everything on the internet told me I shouldn’t touch them, but I needed relief. I needed the milk gone from my system.
I cupped my right tit with my hand in a ‘c’ shape and began pulling on it, aiming towards the sink. I had expected the process to take a few tries, but it seemed my body was too desperate for it. Milk began spurting out of me at once, a white thick fluid that splashed into the sink and disappeared down the drain. My gods it felt so good… I was pratically moaning as I milked myself over and over, letting it all down as much as I could.
I switched to my left breast, and looked down at my right in the meantime. It was so much smaller than before and less swollen, with the veins much less pronounced. I could still see the clumps, but a bit of massaging it made it feel better, like I was loosening them from the inside.
I jolted when someone knocked on the door, calling out, “what the fuck? Why’s the door locked?”
I had no idea how long I had been in the bathroom milking myself, but it was definitely way too long. The jolt had me accidentally spraying my milk everywhere, and I grimaced. Fuck, I would have to spend some time cleaning it up so no one would suspect a thing. “Sorry… dealing with some women stuff!” It was the only thing I can think of to make them go away. The voice sounded like Marshal, which would be absolutely horrendous.
“Ew… don’t say it like that,” he called out. “Hurry up, I need to piss!”
“Okay, okay. Wait.” I replied. I ran to one of the stalls and pulled out an insanely large wad of toilet paper. I then began wiping the sinks, the walls, and the floor, trying to make sure I mop up all of the sticky white fluid. It was everywhere. Fuck, this was definitely the worst day of my life, and I had no one to talk to about this. I had a few friends at work, but I knew no one could be trusted in this line of work. We were all agents of a dark organization, and betrayal could happen at any moment.
I had no friends and no family left to talk to, and how would I even start to explain something like this to them? I had been strong for years now, not feeling the stab of loneliness, but this was bad, really bad.
Marshal, the asshole, continued to slam on the door, making my heart race to now end. “What the hell are you doing in there? Hurry up.”
I looked around, making sure I got every single drop, and flushed it all down the toilet. I slipped my work shirt back on, making sure my hair and makeup looked presentable, and unlocked the door, clearly breathing heavily.
Marshal stood outside, looking very confused. “Should I be concerned…?” He asked, scooting by me to get into the bathroom.
I gave him the fakest laugh in the world, the back of my neck now soaked with sweat, and walked backwards into the hallway until he couldn’t see me anymore.
I ran back to my office, panting heavily as I slammed the door behind me. “That was so close,” I said.
My office phone rang the second I entered, and I picked it up, still trying to compose myself, “you okay?” my subordinate, Helios asked. She was the one in charge of booking and reviewing all of my appointments. She was a South American Brunette that had always been eager to learn, and one of my favorites on our team.
“Why?” I asked. Was my panting too loud?
“I’ve been trying to call you all morning and you haven’t answered. I thought something was horribly wrong.”
I let out another fake laugh and said, “no, no. Nothing wrong. What did you need?”
“I can send the girl to your room right away, is that fine?” She asked.
I had completely forgotten about that. I told her to do it straight away and cut the line. I turned on my phone camera and gave myself one last look before straightening out my clothes and heading to my usual interrogation room, which was all the way in the basement of the building - don’t want people to hear the screaming, afterall.
I tapped my foot impatiently in the elevator, my mind reliving the encounter in the bathroom over and over again until I reached my floor. It was the precise moment that the elevator door opened that I realized what I had done.
I reached upwards, my mind repeating ‘no, no, no…’ as I felt for my bra underneath my work shirt. It was just as I thought. It wasn’t there. “FUCK!” I cried out. Without leaving the elevator, I slammed my hand on the button to bring me right back up.
My heart was pounding as I ran back to the bathroom, banging the door wide open and stepped inside. I looked at the sink and through all the stalls, but it wasn’t there. My bra was missing. “Please tell me it’s in my office…” I murmured, and ran back out - straight into Marshal’s chest.
“Oh, hello there,” he said with a smirk I knew was plastered on his face.
I looked up slowly until we were making eye contact, and I knew from his expression exactly what he was so pleased about.
“You’re here to look for something, aren’t you?” He asked.
I had to lie. It was my only hope. “No, just had to deal with the feminine situation again.”
“Well, I think I know exactly what your situation is,” he looked like he was about to combust with happiness. This was so bad.
“No you don’t,” I argued like a little brat.
“Well, why don’t you come to Michael’s office with me, and we can all discuss this together,” I swore in my head. How did he go to our superiors this quickly?! I had to stop underestimating how sly Marshal could get.
“Sure, I have nothing to hide,” I said. I followed him, not saying a single word as we made our way to Michael’s office together. I could feel the excitement exuding out of the bastard at every stop, and I half wondered if I would be able to run back to the elevators just to not face this confrontation.
Marshal knocked on Michael’s door, and he called out for us to let ourselves in. Haug sat on a corner chair, looking grim, like he didn’t want to be there.
“Haug, Michael, hello,” I said, looking between the three of them.
The four of us regularly had meetings together. That wasn’t the unusual part. The unusual part was how goddamned happy Marshal was about this whole thing. “Did you want to talk to me about something?”
Michael looked tense as he pulled open his right drawer, stuck a pen inside, and fished out my bra. We all stared at it, no one saying a single word. “I was informed that… this is yours?”
I glared at Marshal, then nodded. There was no hiding it. There were no other women that had my exact bra size in our department - no one with clearance onto this floor, anyway. Besides, Marshal found it in the bathroom right after I left it in a hurry.
“Yes… sorry about that,” I said sheepishly, and reached out to grab it.
“No, no,” he shook his head. “It’s not as simple as that.”
“Why not?” I grumbled, “People make mistakes. I forgot to put it back on after I was adjusting.”
“It’s what Marshal found on it. As well as on the two pieces of towel nearby,” he proceeded to fish out a plastic bag, which had my two thin absorbent towels in it. “Could you try to explain to me what this white milky substance is?”
I didn’t know what to say. They’d never believe me. I was sure I wasn’t pregnant, but it was so against work policy I would be fired on the spot. My mind immediately went to defense mode, “I swear it’s not what it looks like.”
“And what does it look like?” Marshal asked, looking so happy he could burst.
“Fuck you, Marshal,” I growled. I turned to look at Haug, trying to change the topic, “why the hell is he here?”
“They wanted my opinion,” he shrugged, “I had to tell them the truth.”
“What truth?” I asked, confused again. What would Haug know about all of this?
“That you’ve been hesitant about interrogating a little girl, when you had no problem doing so in the past.”
I couldn’t believe it. Was he really going to throw me under the bus like that? After I chose to trust him? I wanted to spit on his face.
“Fuck you, Haug. Fuck all of you.” What would they do if I just turned around and walked off?
Gods, I needed this job so bad. What the hell was happening to my tits? Why was this happening to me? It was like some sort of sick prank. “No need to be so defensive, Claudia. All you have to do is to explain what’s going on.”
Tears began forming on my face, and I didn’t know what else to do any more. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, okay?!”
The outburst exploded just as my breasts decided to let themselves go. Two large wet spots appeared on my work uniform, and became larger and larger as the four of us stared. “It came out of nowhere yesterday… and now I can’t stop it…” I began visibly crying, staining my shirt with it along with the milk.
The three men were all speechless, and I knew I was now at the lowest point in my entire life. Far worse than when I begged for food on the streets.
I turned around, slammed the door behind me, and ran to my office, locking the door behind me.
They were going to fire me, I was sure of it.