Lea’s heart raced as she stared at the empty milk jugs lined up on the counter. The faint hum of the coffee shop’s refrigerators filled the air, but the sound did nothing to calm her nerves. How could I forget to order more milk? She cursed under her breath, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter. The shop would open in less than an hour, and the thought of facing customers without lattes, cappuccinos, or even a simple flat white made her stomach churn. Her uniform clung to her body, the fabric stretched taut across her chest. She adjusted the straining buttons of her blouse, her full breasts feeling heavy and sensitive beneath the tight material. No time to run to the store… Her mind raced for a solution, but the options were dwindling. Then, an idea struck her—an idea so outrageous, so reckless, that she almost dismissed it immediately. But the clock was ticking, and desperation was a powerful motivator. Lea glanced around the empty shop, ensuring she was truly alone. The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow on the countertops. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached for the first empty jug. This is insane… but what choice do I have? She unbuttoned her blouse with fingers that fumbled more than usual, her skin flushing hot as the cool air of the shop brushed against her exposed chest. Her nipples hardened immediately, the sensitivity sending a jolt of warmth through her body. Lea hesitated for a moment, her breath shallow, before positioning the jug beneath her chest. Here goes nothing… She closed her eyes, focusing on the familiar sensation that always followed. Her breasts tingled, a slow, building pressure that made her bite her lip. Then, with a soft gasp, the first drops of milk began to flow. The sensation was electric, a mix of relief and pleasure that made her knees weak. God, that feels… incredible. The milk streamed steadily now, filling the jug with a rhythmic, almost hypnotic sound. Lea’s breath hitched as the pressure in her chest lessened, replaced by a warmth that spread through her entire body. Her nipples ached with sensitivity, every drop that left her sending a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t help but moan softly, the sound echoing in the quiet shop. This is… so much better than I remembered. The jug filled quickly, and Lea swapped it out for another, her hands trembling with exertion—or was it arousal? She couldn’t tell anymore. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alight with the intensity of the moment. I could do this forever, she thought, her mind hazy with pleasure. By the time the third jug was nearly full, Lea was panting, her body slick with sweat. She leaned against the counter for support, her legs unsteady. Her breasts felt lighter now, the pressure completely gone, but the lingering sensitivity made her shudder. I can’t believe I just did that… She quickly buttoned her blouse, her hands shaking as she cleaned up the small mess she’d made. The jugs of milk sat on the counter, a testament to her—what? Ingenuity? Insanity? She wasn’t sure. But as she looked at them, a small, proud smile tugged at her lips. At least the coffee shop won’t run out of milk. The sound of the front door unlocking jolted her out of her thoughts. Her coworker, Jess, stepped inside, her bright smile faltering as she took in Lea’s disheveled appearance. “Hey, you okay? You look… flushed.” Lea forced a laugh, her cheeks burning. “Yeah, just… had a bit of a morning. You know how it is.” Jess raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking to the jugs of milk on the counter. “Did you make those yourself or something? They look… fresh.” Lea’s heart skipped a beat. “Uh, yeah. Just… a new supplier. Super fresh.” Jess hummed, her eyes narrowing slightly, but she didn’t press further. “Alright, well, I’ll get started on the espresso machine. You good to handle the register?” “Yeah, I’m good,” Lea said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. She turned away, pretending to organize the counter as Jess walked past. The morning rush began soon after, the shop filling with the usual crowd of regulars and newcomers. Lea moved through the motions mechanically, her mind still reeling from what she’d done. But as the hours passed, something unexpected happened. “Oh my God, this latte is amazing!” one customer exclaimed. “This is the best cappuccino I’ve ever had,” another said, her eyes wide with delight. Lea’s milk—her milk—was a hit. Customers raved about the rich, creamy texture, the subtly sweet flavor that elevated every drink. By midday, the shop was busier than it had been in weeks, the line stretching out the door. Jess sidled up to Lea during a brief lull, her expression a mix of curiosity and suspicion. “What the hell did you do to the milk? People are going nuts for it.” Lea hesitated, her mind racing for an excuse. “Uh… just a special blend. You know, top secret.” Jess laughed, shaking her head. “Well, whatever it is, keep it up. This place hasn’t been this busy in months.” As the day wore on, Lea couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of pride. Her milk—her body—had saved the shop. But beneath the pride was a lingering unease, a question that gnawed at the back of her mind. What happens when they run out again?By closing time, Lea was exhausted, her body aching in ways she hadn’t anticipated. Jess waved goodbye, leaving Lea alone in the shop once more. She stared at the empty milk jugs, her mind spinning with possibilities. The shop was quiet now, the hum of the refrigerators the only sound. Lea’s fingers twitched at her sides, her breasts already feeling heavy and full again. She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. What if… what if I did it again? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding before her mind could catch up. Her hands moved to her blouse, her fingers trembling as she began to unbutton it. The cool air of the shop kissed her skin, her nipples hardening instantly. She reached for an empty jug, her breath shallow as she positioned it beneath her chest. Just one more… The first drop of milk fell, and Lea gasped, her head tilting back as the familiar warmth spread through her body. The jug filled quickly, the rhythm of her body’s release almost hypnotic. She moaned softly, her legs unsteady beneath her. This is… this is too much… But she couldn’t stop. The pleasure was too intense, the relief too sweet. Her mind was a haze of sensations, her body moving on autopilot. By the time the jug was full, Lea was panting, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. She collapsed into a chair, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The empty jugs sat on the counter, a silent reminder of what she’d done. Lea’s mind raced, her thoughts a jumble of fear, excitement, and something she couldn’t quite name. The sound of footsteps outside made her freeze, her heart leaping into her throat. The door creaked open, and Jess stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in the scene. “Lea, what the hell are you—”

Lea forgets to order milk for her coffee shop and, in a desperate move, uses her own body to produce milk to fill the empty jugs. Customers adore the new milk, and the shop becomes unusually busy. Later, Lea repeats the act and is caught by her coworker Jess as she finishes.

Lea’s heart raced as she stared at the empty milk jugs lined up on the counter. The faint hum of the coffee shop’s refrigerators filled the air, but the sound did nothing to calm her nerves. _How could I forget to order more milk?_ She cursed under her breath, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter. The shop would open in less than an hour, and the thought of facing customers without lattes, cappuccinos, or even a simple flat white made her stomach churn. 

Her uniform clung to her body, the fabric stretched taut across her chest. She adjusted the straining buttons of her blouse, her full breasts feeling heavy and sensitive beneath the tight material. _No time to run to the store…_ Her mind raced for a solution, but the options were dwindling. Then, an idea struck her—an idea so outrageous, so reckless, that she almost dismissed it immediately. But the clock was ticking, and desperation was a powerful motivator. 

Lea glanced around the empty shop, ensuring she was truly alone. The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow on the countertops. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached for the first empty jug. _This is insane… but what choice do I have?_ 

She unbuttoned her blouse with fingers that fumbled more than usual, her skin flushing hot as the cool air of the shop brushed against her exposed chest. Her nipples hardened immediately, the sensitivity sending a jolt of warmth through her body. Lea hesitated for a moment, her breath shallow, before positioning the jug beneath her chest. _Here goes nothing…_ 

She closed her eyes, focusing on the familiar sensation that always followed. Her breasts tingled, a slow, building pressure that made her bite her lip. Then, with a soft gasp, the first drops of milk began to flow. The sensation was electric, a mix of relief and pleasure that made her knees weak. _God, that feels… incredible._ 

The milk streamed steadily now, filling the jug with a rhythmic, almost hypnotic sound. Lea’s breath hitched as the pressure in her chest lessened, replaced by a warmth that spread through her entire body. Her nipples ached with sensitivity, every drop that left her sending a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t help but moan softly, the sound echoing in the quiet shop. _This is… so much better than I remembered._ 

The jug filled quickly, and Lea swapped it out for another, her hands trembling with exertion—or was it arousal? She couldn’t tell anymore. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alight with the intensity of the moment. _I could do this forever,_ she thought, her mind hazy with pleasure. 

By the time the third jug was nearly full, Lea was panting, her body slick with sweat. She leaned against the counter for support, her legs unsteady. Her breasts felt lighter now, the pressure completely gone, but the lingering sensitivity made her shudder. _I can’t believe I just did that…_ 

She quickly buttoned her blouse, her hands shaking as she cleaned up the small mess she’d made. The jugs of milk sat on the counter, a testament to her—what? Ingenuity? Insanity? She wasn’t sure. But as she looked at them, a small, proud smile tugged at her lips. _At least the coffee shop won’t run out of milk._ 

The sound of the front door unlocking jolted her out of her thoughts. Her coworker, Jess, stepped inside, her bright smile faltering as she took in Lea’s disheveled appearance. “Hey, you okay? You look… flushed.” 

Lea forced a laugh, her cheeks burning. “Yeah, just… had a bit of a morning. You know how it is.” 

Jess raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking to the jugs of milk on the counter. “Did you make those yourself or something? They look… fresh.” 

Lea’s heart skipped a beat. “Uh, yeah. Just… a new supplier. Super fresh.” 

Jess hummed, her eyes narrowing slightly, but she didn’t press further. “Alright, well, I’ll get started on the espresso machine. You good to handle the register?” 

“Yeah, I’m good,” Lea said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. She turned away, pretending to organize the counter as Jess walked past. 

The morning rush began soon after, the shop filling with the usual crowd of regulars and newcomers. Lea moved through the motions mechanically, her mind still reeling from what she’d done. But as the hours passed, something unexpected happened. 

“Oh my God, this latte is amazing!” one customer exclaimed. 

“This is the best cappuccino I’ve ever had,” another said, her eyes wide with delight. 

Lea’s milk—her milk—was a hit. Customers raved about the rich, creamy texture, the subtly sweet flavor that elevated every drink. By midday, the shop was busier than it had been in weeks, the line stretching out the door. 

Jess sidled up to Lea during a brief lull, her expression a mix of curiosity and suspicion. “What the hell did you do to the milk? People are going nuts for it.” 

Lea hesitated, her mind racing for an excuse. “Uh… just a special blend. You know, top secret.” 

Jess laughed, shaking her head. “Well, whatever it is, keep it up. This place hasn’t been this busy in months.” 

As the day wore on, Lea couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of pride. Her milk—her body—had saved the shop. But beneath the pride was a lingering unease, a question that gnawed at the back of her mind. _What happens when they run out again?_

By closing time, Lea was exhausted, her body aching in ways she hadn’t anticipated. Jess waved goodbye, leaving Lea alone in the shop once more. She stared at the empty milk jugs, her mind spinning with possibilities. 

The shop was quiet now, the hum of the refrigerators the only sound. Lea’s fingers twitched at her sides, her breasts already feeling heavy and full again. She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. 

_What if… what if I did it again?_ 

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding before her mind could catch up. Her hands moved to her blouse, her fingers trembling as she began to unbutton it. The cool air of the shop kissed her skin, her nipples hardening instantly. 

She reached for an empty jug, her breath shallow as she positioned it beneath her chest. _Just one more…_ 

The first drop of milk fell, and Lea gasped, her head tilting back as the familiar warmth spread through her body. The jug filled quickly, the rhythm of her body’s release almost hypnotic. She moaned softly, her legs unsteady beneath her. 

_This is… this is too much…_ 

But she couldn’t stop. The pleasure was too intense, the relief too sweet. Her mind was a haze of sensations, her body moving on autopilot. By the time the jug was full, Lea was panting, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. 

She collapsed into a chair, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The empty jugs sat on the counter, a silent reminder of what she’d done. Lea’s mind raced, her thoughts a jumble of fear, excitement, and something she couldn’t quite name. 

The sound of footsteps outside made her freeze, her heart leaping into her throat. The door creaked open, and Jess stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in the scene.  

“Lea, what the hell are you—”

Working at a coffee shop, Lea realizes that they are out of milk. Lea forgot to order more. With time running out, Lea must refill the empty milk jugs with her breast milk before the store opens.

Coffee Shop Conundrum

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