“How did I let things get this far~?” Valerie stifled a moan and mumbled to herself. She was alone in the kitchen at the café she worked out with her breasts hanging free from her work uniform. Her fingers rung deep into her soft and supple chest as she sprayed milk into a mixing bowl, the same as she had been doing for the last month. 

In fact, it really was a strange set of circumstances that had led her to this exact moment. She had gotten a job at Simons Café to help cover her bills while she finished up uni, working night shifts after class and pulling doubles over the weekend. But at the beginning of this semester the chef had suddenly quit and the owner of the store himself, Simon, asked her if she could fill in. Of course being promoted to a chef meant getting a pay raise so Valerie eagerly accepted. Things went rather smoothly at first, she slowly learned the café’s various recipes and had even added a new item to the menu before disaster struck.

It was Saturday night during a rush, Valerie was scrambling to get everything finished in time and to stay on top of the ceaseless flow of tickets that assaulted her one woman kitchen. She entered the walk-in fridge in need of heavy cream but as she turned the corner around the shelves her cumbersome breasts bashed the last carton of heavy cream down onto the floor. “Fuck! Simon is going to fire me!” She panicked, not sure what to do she did something admittedly stupid. She checked to make sure Simon was busy up front before unbuttoning her work shirt and wrangling her melon sized mammaries free from her bra and relinquishing the build up of milk into a mixing bowl with powdered sugar and s dab of vanilla extract.

Now it should’ve ended there but as she served freshly baked sweet buns with a cream glaze made from her own sweet cream more and more orders piled in. According to Simon the customers said that the new glaze they were using was the best they ever had so Simon gave her the greenlight to continue making them the way she ‘changed them too’. Of course she couldn’t admit to what she did and it’d be suspicious to change back to the lactation free glaze when the next shipment of heavy cream came in so Valerie continued. Hell, she noticed she wasn’t producing as much milk as of late so she bought a breast pump and began massaging her breasts whenever she had some free time.

“Ugh~ Just a little more before we close girls~” Valerie moaned, no longer able to keep her voice down. She’d been periodically wringing her chest dry for nearly eight hours now and although they were swollen and sore the expression of warm milk from her nipples still felt divine. “That should be enough~” The mixing bowl, and most of the prep table, was covered in her milk which she began to stir and seeing as it was her last batch of fresh glaze she was going to prep tonight she didn’t bother covering her teats. Her arm spun the large wooden spoon and bumped into her tits, sending them jiggling as she whisked the ingredients into the final mixture. “That should do it let’s~-” She turned around to begin pouring the glaze onto the sweet buns when she saw Simon’s head poking through the kitchen doors.

His face was fully covered in a deep blush, his eyes lingering on Valerie’s uncovered top. He shook his head to break his stare, “I’m gonna choose to ignore this for now. Is that last order almost done?”

“Yes,” Valerie nodded meekly, her face an even deeper shade of red than Simon’s was. She could feel dribbles of milk drip from her erect nipples.

“Okay… Let’s get them served and cleaned up and we’ll talk after we’re closed up. Got it?”

“Yes.” She meekly replied again.

Simon’s head disappeared from the swinging kitchen door, leaving Valerie to herself once again. She knew she wasn’t in too much trouble as her ‘improved’ glaze recipe had brought in a lot of business but regardless still- She was going to have a hard time explaining this all to Simon but at least her position was rather safe as she was the only woman capable of making the café’s new signature dish.