Spilled Milk Novels & Stories

I don't want Jai to take her and spoil our date. "Otway. Aunty hold me." She raised her arm for me to pick her up. I was reluctant as it would wrinkle my dress but guess I don't have any choice. I picked her up and made her sit on my lap and gave her the milk. Splash and I felt heat on my thighs. The glass slipped from her hand and the milk spilt on my dress. I felt a burning sensation and I just lowered her to the floor. She has started sobbing.

After getting dressed and ready, I went to the kitchen for some breakfast. Even after a shower and moving around, everything still hurt. Thump. Thump. Thump. Incessant and going along with the tick in my eye as I stared at the gallon of milk sitting on the counter—a leftover ingredient of dinner. “Fuck.” “What?” Lila asked, entering behind me. I twisted the top off the container and moved to the sink, pouring over half a gallon down the drain. “What are you doing?” “You left it out last night.” “I did?”

That would have given me a dirty look if my mom was home. I heard noise or shuffle coming from near the door and I panicked and choked on the milk, sending part of it pouring down the front of my shirt, spilling on my breasts. "Shit." I reached for a paper towel trying to dry the mess but it only made it spread out, and the flimsy material of the shirt glued to my breasts, it felt sticky and irritating so I pulled it off and used the shirt to wipe myself clean.

Jesse Made me drinks a bottle of chocolate milk, a bottle of strawberry milk, and a bottle of some cinnamon-flavored milk too. I expected to feel full and sloshy when I finished off that much liquid cash, but my stomach was a damn bottomless pit. It was like my body burned through the calories as soon as I consumed them. "Why do you have so many bottles of milk?" I asked Jesse. Those hadn't been in the fridge when I moved in or before Jesse bit me; there hadn't been bottles of anything.

Macy said, nuzzling her face to my chest. “Oh, my baby is hungry,” I said, feeling a fullness in my b*east. Macy tugged on my dress, but the presence of Marcus in the room made me shy. “Can you turn around?” I asked, blushing profusely. It did not help that I found him staring at the part of my dress where my b*east is. It was not hard to pinpoint their location because it was already wet. My milk is spilling. “Hungry!” Macy declared.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.” She sighs and sinks back onto the couch. I’m still avoiding direct eye contact, but the knowledge that her tits were leaking milk made my skin feel tight and my pulse race. “I’ve been producing way more than Jake can drink,” she admits quietly. “The pediatrician said it’ll eventually adjust, but right now I have a lot of extra. I had to leave most of it in the mini-fridge in my dorm.” I risk a glance at her. The loose shirt doesn’t cling as obviously. “What are you going to do until morning?”

“Uh?” “Your milk’s about to spill, honey.” She warned, pertaining to the milk I am pouring on my cereal. I looked at my bowl; the milk is almost near its mouth. I quickly stopped pouring the carton of milk before it spills all over the table. If Father was present, I would have been scolded already. “Thank you, Nana Susan.”

I said She nodded and walked to a wardrobe She opened it and brought out some cube of sugar She placed it on the table and went back to her seat I picked up the Lipton and inserted it into the hot water to melt After some minutes, I removed it and poured the milk and sugar into it I picked up the spoon on the table and mixed it together I then carried the cup from the table and gulped in some of it I silently drank out of it as she stared at him Suddenly, that urge to spill out came again Gosh!!! I quickly dropped the cup on the table and stood up “Toilet please,” I said tapping my chest “It’s over there,” She said pointing at a door I ran over to the toilet and spilled out what is in my thr

“Milk, Alpha. Just milk.” Another maid stepped forward, tears streaming down her face. “Eli has been crying since morning that he wanted to drink the milk his mama made. But how could we make it exactly like she did? We tried. We tried so many times.” Her voice cracked. “On the sixth attempt of drinking the milk, he just… he just collapsed.” The healer’s expression darkened. “Where did the milk come from?” Silence. Then another maid whispered, “The kitchen. It was prepared fresh.”

I muttered as I opened the tightly covered milk. "Daddy! Ralph!" Jasper yelled and I panicked. The milk fell to the ground, and some of it spilled. Heck, I have never done this before. I haven’t even tried to enter a kitchen, not even to take a knife so preparing a glass of milk would be quite tedious, maybe even more than dicing some onions. I took the milk away from the floor and placed it on the kitchen cabinet. I reopened the same cupboard from where I took the milk from and also took sugar.