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Fixing the brat's creamy leak
(Misty Maiden)

"Mr Ennis, I need someone to come over to fix this leak, it just won't stop, it's been going on all day and I don't know what else to do. Just come over, let yourself in if I'm not there." 

"Ok Nancy", I had texted back, "I'll come over to the house, I'll likely still be there when you've finished work."

I did consider myself a bit of a handyman, and of course, if a friend of my girl needed something fixing, I was only too happy to help. 

I had went around when she was still at work. I checked the bathroom taps and the kitchen taps, I even checked the water boiler, and as far as I could see, there was no leak. 

This was strange. Nancy had sounded utterly convinced on her phone message, and she wasn't someone to just make things up. Could it have just stopped on its own? What was going on here? 

As I stood perplexed in the kitchen, hands on hips, I heard the front door open. That must be Nancy home. I had told her she shouldn't be working in her condition-seven months into her pregnancy. She was getting huge and ought to be staying at home with her feet up. But she had insisted she needed the money, and wanted to work on as long as possible. 

"Hello Mr Ennis." She greeted me with a huge smile on her face as she entered the kitchen and laid her bag down. 

"Hello Nancy. You said you had a leak, but I just can't find anything." 

"Oh you're so silly, I didn't mean the taps, I meant my big, pregnant, creamy breasts." 

"Your what?"

Nancy slipped her coat off, and then began to unbutton her shirt. Oh my God, she was going to show me her...My girl had told me that Nancy's parents had raised her in a very liberal manner.

She undid the last button, then reached up and snapped her bra part. 

"Nancy!"

Her swollen chest spilled out into the open. There were her breasts; swollen, round, veiny and peaked by long brown nipples. It looks like each one would have weighed at least several kilos. Nancy had always been a big girl, I had observed that when she had come around to our house. But she was now sporting mountainous mounds of flesh.