Leafy Mint (Post Bimbo Life)

If Leafy Mint gave a brief description about herself, she would label herself the poster girl of single mothers doing typical single mother things. Her usual schedule included things like her herbalist work, shopping, raising her son, doing yoga, advising her fellow mothers on their dieting, occasionally binging on sweets, ogling the neighborhood teenagers, going on dates with friends, co-workers and her share of charmed men, and other things. In short, she sees everything about herself as normal as could be.

Except for one thing…

Despite her son Mint Chip being well past the breastfeeding stage, her titanic tits never seemed to get the message as they continued to lactate. Shortly after weaning him, Leafy found out she had Hyperactive Lactation Syndrome (HLS), a rare condition that 1 in 100000 mothers get that prevents their bodies from recognising the lack of stimulus necessary to cease giving breast milk.

On one hand, she always seemed to have a surplus of milk at home, on top of a few interesting dates resulting from a sudden "wardrobe malfunction". On the other hand, it didn’t help that she had a habit of putting off milking herself until they were VERY full, and if she doesn’t regularly drain her large udders, she could potentially have an embarrassing dress-drenching "accident". She found out the hard way when she was in a hurry running errands, and was quick to disguise the resulting mess in the local supermarket as a mishap with a busted milk carton. At least she got the number of the cute worker who was nice enough to fetch her some paper towels, carry her items to her car, and helped her "de-stress" from the incident prior to leaving.

Right now, Leafy Mint was in the middle of a shopping spree in the Canterlot Mall, hastily competing with the other unusually aggressive mothers (especially the normally timid Posies Shy, and ditzy Dandelion) for the best prices. Unfortunately for her, the uncomfortable bloating in her chest finally caught her notice during it, and told her that she needed to take a quick stop at the restroom before she finished her other business.

Leafy tried to ignore it a bit longer, especially after the petty jabs from the other mothers that spurred her on and even made her reciprocate in turn, but the constant jostling on top of the neglect to give her swollen tits a good draining didn’t help either as it made it harder for her large breasts to retain their contents without leaking and staining her shirt.

Ultimately, Leafy decided that the risk of embarrassment in front of the competing mothers was just too much and reluctantly withdrew to the nearest changing room, hoping that she didn’t take too long as she went into a thankfully vacant room and pulled out a large cylindrical container shaped like a thermos.

It always felt so relieving by itself when Leafy unbuttoned her shirt and simply let her engorged jugs pop out of their confines, more so when her erect nipples were given a chance to breathe as they quivered in the open air. The engorged titflesh felt so sensitive while they were so full, and even the slightest stimulus such as the humid air or the soft fabric brushing the underside of her breasts made it more difficult to contain their creamy contents. Even the sight of the thermos-like container on the changing room seat made her feel like she couldn’t contain herself anymore now that she had something to drain them with.

Once she made sure to aim her stiff nubs at her thankfully wide enough target, Leafy took a deep breath, and the sound of the resulting shuddering exhale was slightly muffled by the twin streams of creamy white flowing from her erect nipples, and into the container.

Leafy also learned that coaxing one heavy tit will cause the other to respond by releasing it’s own reserves of warm milk, and had to empty both at the same time to prevent any accidental spillage. She made sure to give each milk-spurting nipple a firm pinch and pull as the pressure in her chest gradually lessened, and she couldn’t help but clench her thighs together as another damp wetness started to accumulate itself down south.

Leafy gave another sigh as the last of her breast milk petered into the container before she buttoning up her slightly damp shirt, the slight stain of released liquid coloring the patches of fabric a darker shade than the rest. She knew she could just excuse that by the summer heat and shopping frenzy working up a sweat. As she packed up and left the changing room, a thought that regularly entered her head after every self-milking popped into her head…

(As much as a hassle these can be, it does feel good to empty the tanks…)


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Despite Leafy and her fellow mothers spending the past several years on the path of adulthood, responsibilities, and parenthood, they couldn’t help but melt and partly regress into giggling schoolgirls as they arrived at the beach for some fun in the sun, and couldn’t keep their collective eyes off the local hunks. Especially thankful that they managed to time their visit with the likely date that the collection of boys from the local high schools and colleges would visit during their summer break, their predatory gazes laid on the huge bulges in their tight fitting shorts, and immediately made plans to worm their way into each one by the time their beach visit was over.

It was in the middle of playing beach volleyball with her longtime friend Victoria against some of said himbo hunks (and displaying their all-too prominent assets jiggling in their small swimwear) that her own bikini was starting to feel a bit too tight around her breasts. While it was normally tailor-made to contain their hefty weight despite their seeming flimsiness, right now they were straining to contain her chest melons due to being so engorged with milk. Thankfully, they were also tight around her bountiful bosom in such a way that made it easier to retain their sweet liquid and give her a bit more time, partly doing so by clamping down tight on her nipples.

Another thing about her HLS problem however is that arousal tended to exacerbate her milk production, and spending such close proximity towards such attractive boys in such comparatively little clothing left her needing to use the little MILF’s room sooner than she wanted.

Unfortunately, her hopes of a quick pit stop before scoring were shot down as she saw a line for the changing tent, and cursed under her breath when she realized she wouldn’t last much longer unless she quickly found a secluded spot to drain herself. On top of realizing that she left her thermos behind in her car, and guessed that she wouldn’t make it in time before she had an "accident". She looked back to the beach shore, spotted her son eating ice cream with his friends while being supervised by one of the other mothers, and inwardly joked about how she had enough cream to serve all the beachgoers as she urgently walked as far as she could away from the most crowded part of the beach for a nice, secluded spot.

In her urgency, she didn’t notice one of the beach boys tailing her as she abruptly left, motivated by both curiosity and infatuation.

To Leafy’s distress, the milk in her bloated bosom had started to leak free by the time she found a big stone formation close to the sea to hide behind, dribbling down her overtaxed tits and covering bits of her belly in a milky white sheen. She hastily undid her bikini top as she quickly readied herself for the oncoming deluge, letting it fall to her feet as she felt a twinge of remorse for the milk going to waste. At the very least, she reaffirmed her preferrence for this than the risk of possible public embarrassment before it was overtaken by sweet relief, and the side of the rock was sprayed haphazardly with what had to be gallons erupting from her shuddering nipples.

(I’d hate to waste perfectly good milk, but you girls are just too product- oooooh!)

What had quickly hit Leafy then and there was that, it was one thing to have to carefully direct her milk streams into a container, but letting them spill out their contents freely with reckless abandon was an almost entirely different experience that felt oddly liberating. Sure, it just didn’t compare to when the pleasure was brought on by a partner, such as a one-night stand or when one of the other mothers were feeling frisky themselves, but it was still enough to leave her lost in her own little world of peaceful bliss until she felt a pair of hands suddenly reach around and grab her swollen chest from behind.

And as unexpected as the sudden visitor, the abrupt squeeze caused a spike in pleasure, enough to practically paralyze Leafy in place as her sensitive mounds were stimulated beyond their limits. Another effect was the big SPLAT onto the rock’s rough surface, resulting from the powerful discharge of milk.

As if testing just how much her massive melons held, Leafy felt him angle her breasts in a way that pointed her nipples skyward and gave them another firm squeeze, and she responded with a cute squeal as two streams of creamy white spurted into the air from each turgid nipple.

At this point, such rugged hands kneading Leafy’s engorged, leaking mounds made her mind go fuzzy on top of top of turning her loins into a waterfall of sexual juices. In her embarrassment at having been caught in the first place, she tried to sputter out a reluctant plea to stop and let her gather her bearingz, but the sheer pleasure took hold of her quivering lips without realizing and what was supposed to be a desperate plea turned into a lust-fueled begging for more.

"M-more…"

Instinctively, Leafy bent herself over once she felt him remove her bikini bottoms and toss them to the wayside, and she felt a familiar-feeling fleshy length wedge itself firmly between her bare buttcheeks. She shivered as it’s powerful throbs seemed to travel up her spine, and she let her arms be grabbed in such a way that suspended her upper half from the ground, which also allowed for the foot of thick manmeat be realigned and driven into her tight cooch. This became the last push her head needed to go completely vacant, and the voluptuous body of hers that was in need of being milked was in turn milking one of the studs she planned on sleeping with.

In the back of her head, with what little thought she could muster, Leafy made a note to give her son Mint Chip an extra treat for possibly worrying him in her sudden absence.

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The local Canterlot Spa is (or at least seen as) a haven for those whose minds and bodies have accumulated various types of stress. Naturally, for mothers like Leafy and her friends, who have a busy schedule all-round, periodic visits are all but mandatory.

Unfortunately for Leafy, due to a slight scheduling oversight, she found herself pulled into the shower before her privately arranged "breast massage" could happen. Preparing herself for the latter, she had deliberately withheld draining her filled udders, allowing them to swell to the point of nearly bursting with milk to maximize the experience.

As relaxing as it otherwise should have felt, the hot water cascading down her bare skin didn’t help her breasts retain their creamy contents. She can even feel her sensitive nubs start to leak as they shuddered to withhold the milky tide, just barely keeping from giving the other occupants an embarrassing show. Increasingly desperate, she tried to distance herself from the current situation, only for her control to slowly wane as her thoughts betrayed her.

(Come on Leafy, think of something else! Summer walks, bike riding, cute boys sucking my fat nipples dry… NO NO NO NO NO, NOT THAT!)

The image of two pairs of lips latching onto the quivering nubs was too vivid to suppress for a moment, and Leafy had to suppress a whimper as a brief burst of milk squirted from each quivering nipple. Thankfully, both streams as well as the barely audible splat had gone unnoticed, but the milky mother was doing all she could to keep from spilling her milky load all at once.

Before she knew it, a spa employee had announced it was time for them to leave the showers, which Leafy saw as her chance for sweet relief when she asked if she could stay in a bit longer, albeit without turning away from where she was facing as she felt ready to pass out from embarrassment. Most found her choice a bit strange, but only one of the other mothers was briefly curious enough to ask why.

"Really? Leafy, are you sure you…"

"Yes, Victoria! Go on without me, I’ll catch up!"

Leafy held her breath as she listened to the last of the wet footsteps gradually grow quieter. At this point, she was one sudden, mild jolt away from spilling her creamy contents on the spot.

(Come on… Come on… YES!)

Once she made one last look behind her to make sure the coast was clear, she pulled her arms behind her head, and bit her lip with a muffled moan as the pressure in her swollen chest finally released itself in the form of twin torrents of milk that splattered onto the wall. Not caring about the waste of good milk or worrying about depositing any of it into a container, the flow was larger and more haphazard as it poured down it’s stone surface with any noise blending with the water cascading from the overhead showerhead.

Under the deluge of milk, a pleasure-consumed Leafy couldn’t help but swivel her torso from side to side, letting her massive mams sway to and fro as they blasted their milk like two cream-spewing fire hoses. In her current state, it was impossible for her to keep an errant hand away from her loins regardless of the chance of someone walking back in.

Soon, a third gush of liquid had made a barely audible splat onto the tile floor, this time gushing from her loins as the sweet relief and other stimuli provided too much pleasure to keep from briefly losing her mind.

Soon the discharge of sweet fluids from both sources had ended, and Leafy simply stood under the active shower head under a blissful daze, only to jolt back to reality as her name was called by one of the spa workers, reminding her of her scheduled "breast massage" and apologising for the slight mix-up. Thankfully, the cascading water and condensation had washed away any evidence of her own white shower she produced, and Leafy allowed herself a slight giggle as she left, mulling over the feeling of pure relaxation she had before her personal treatment could start proper.