Maid, Part 6

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Summary: A woman is hexed by her employer and develops a small, growing udder. Contains: Female: udder development, breast expansion, possibly more.

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Her udder was the size of a basketball and sat heavily on her hips. Anna found herself cupping the wobbling mound as she moved about, still astonished by the growth of it. It was massive.

And the swelling wouldn’t stop. The udder was hot and heaving, dripping milk continuously now, yet still steadily growing.

That night, Anna hadn’t been able to rest. Every time she tried to get herself to relax, her body would tense up again, and she would sit partially upright to cradle to fat, tender mound in her lap. The nubs wobbled lazily. The milk would seep, making a mess against her body and the plastic she spread against her bed. It felt as though it was throbbing. It tingled and ached somewhat, but the pressure was worse. It was full of milk and only filling more.

Anna heavily climbed off her bed, her hand shooting down as usual to cradle the wobbling udder. It bulged entirely out of the worn cotton night dress she was wearing, the fabric stretching tightly over the round DD-cups breasts bobbing on her chest.

Grunting in discomfort, Anna unsteadily made her way to the large basin in which she bathed.

She eased herself down and allowed the udder to drain, breathing heavily through the heat and discomfort. She carefully grazed a nub with her fingers and squeezed it gently. She hissed at the sensitivity even as she produced several squirts. The milk, however, stopping coming after only a few squirts.

Biting her lip, Anna thought about how the cows were milked. She tried tugging her teats, yelping out as she drew several more streams of milk. This, again, proved unproductive after only a few minutes. She was left a gasping, flustered mess. She became aware of her breasts, which felt heavy and tight. Her nipples had swollen, at least doubling in size, now both a dark pink. At present they were erect and aching slightly.

Anna panted.

After a moment, she drew herself up. She did her best to get dressed.

She had far outgrown her bras, and had been left with no choice but to go without. Most of her attire outside of her maid uniform was horridly small on her, but she tried her best to make do.

She put on a very plain sack of a dress, but it still bunched over her udder. She pulled and tugged it down, barely managing to stretch it across the plump mound. Her breasts were similarly straining the material. Panting, Anna waddled forward, clutching the udder. It felt heavy, and she couldn’t imagine how much milk was contained within it. She was still baffled as to why Mr. Wallace would transform her in such a way. It served no purpose other than to humiliate her.

She made her way across the green lawns, enjoying the way the cool night air soothed her flushed cheeks and heated mounds. She finally arrived to the entrance of the barn, opening it slowly, rousing the inhabitants within.

At seeing her, the young calves immediately got up and gravitated towards her. Anna couldn’t care anymore to resist. She found a wall to brace herself against, before pulling up the hem of her dress, allowing her udder to protrude free.

The calves began to nurse eagerly. Anna closed her eyes and leaned more heavily on the wall.

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Anna continued to nurse the calves regularly.

She would usually sneak off to do it at night, or occasionally if she was assigned to barn work during day hours.

The calves were growing so fast, and getting quite plump. They were rapidly getting older, and at times, reluctant to nurse from her. Sometimes no amount of her urgings could convince them to feed. It seemed that she had again come up with only a temporary solution to her problem.

With the regular feedings, the udder had seemed to stop growing for two or so weeks, but now she could feel that the pressure had returned, indicative of the increasing engorgement. The udder had gone back to being tense and tight, while leaking almost continuously. She had fashioned herself a harness of sorts, and on the days she wasn’t feeling too sensitive, she wrapped the cloth about her hips to cradle the udder. In addition to supporting the mound, it served to soak up the milk, but it only kept her from seeping into her clothes for an hour or two.

The late-night parties continued, at least weekly, and Anna was always the main attraction. Despite the stress and embarrassment, she began to get used to it.

She also began to receive gifts more frequently from admirers, usually a food or drink delivered to her rooms for her. No one ever expressed their admiration personally, and she was not sure whether it was related to Mr. Wallace’s watchful gaze on her every move throughout those sordid evenings.

Once the head maid, Annette, spotted Anna while Anna was receiving her latest delivery—an elaborate basket of fruits and champagnes. In the days that followed, Anna received bitter sneers from the other maids. The gift had clearly inspired jealousy. Anna wondered if they all knew that she was not getting paid anymore. Surely they knew how Mr. Wallace treated her, from hexing her to forcing her to overeat during their uncomfortable meals together.

Despite it, the gifts were not to their satisfaction. Now in addition to treating her as a freak, the other maids treated her with quiet contempt, and the property grew only lonelier.

Anna’s thighs were getting thicker. They were more plump and soft, but she could also feel the taut muscle that had discreetly built under the flesh. The udder had grown so large that the skirts of her daily uniform was failing to entirely conceal it. Inch by inch, the udder the beginning to progressively protrude out in the open, and people could finally see what the growth truly was.

Her top was truly straining against the increasing size of her breasts, which were bulging heavily, almost painfully, against the neckline. There were gaps between the buttons and the fabric was beginning to tear. She had grown swollen E-cup breasts, and they were steadily getting larger alongside her udder.

Anna was just about to change into her nightclothes for the evening, when she heard a knock on the door of her quarters.

“Your dress for the event.”

It was one of the butlers. Anna hesitated and accepted the bundle of pale cloth he offered over to her.

It was hardly a surprise that the event would be announced to her so short notice, as they always were. She was more surprised by the change of outfit. Usually she was forced to wear the same painfully small scrap of attire that almost qualified as lingerie, with the meager coverage and the way she was mostly bursting out of it.

Getting something different was a relief but also a source of concern. Anna considered the feel of the cream-colored fabric. It was pleasantly soft, and she knew it would feel comfortable if the fit wasn’t horrid.

Ann unfolded it, allowing it to fall loose in her hands. It looked like a normal dress, though it had no modifications for the enhanced size of her breasts and udder. The fit would be awkward though she wasn’t sure it would be uncomfortable. There was only one way to find out.

Anna stripped off her day clothes and pulled the dress on. The material was soft and stretchy, and hugged her form. But not in an uncomfortable manner. It wasn’t tight, just formfitting in a way that made it feel like a second skin.

Anna hesitated, and made her way over to her mirror, grimacing at what she saw.

The dress was long sleeved and went down to her ankles with a long slit at each side of her legs. There was a deep V-neck that showed off her plump breasts and the line of her cleavage.

The material was transparent, so that the pinkness of the udder was readily visible, but more embarrassingly, so were her swollen nipples, which bulged evidently, looking even more distended than before, or perhaps she had failed to notice how odd they looked in their largeness. Her breasts were so plump, and every movement she made caused a blatant bob or jiggle of the fat flesh. She felt as though she was naked. She began to wonder if this dress wasn’t worse than the previous attire that she had been ordered to wear at the events.

Anna took a generous gulp of champagne before she left her quarters, as she knew she had to. What choice did she have?

She tried to keep her head held high as she arrived at the party, and navigated the tables, doing whatever Wallace bid of her that night.

The guests were getting more bold and flippant.

“I wonder if it isn’t getting creamier, Wallace?” said Mr. Maroon, who sat at her master’s table. He took another elegant sip from the glass of milk she had produced, as though it was an expensive wine he was tasting. “What do you think? What are you feeding her?”

“Nothing different,” said Mr. Wallace with a lazy contentedness she seldom saw on the dour man. “The girl continues to evolve.”

Anna blushed. She had scarcely heard Mr. Wallace speak about her, and never fondly. A bit shaken by the development, she tried not to fumble while pouring the latest sampling of her milk. Already her teats were sore, yet more engorged than ever. She felt as though the more she poured, the fuller she became, the stimulation only serving to make her produce more.

“Fascinating,” said Mr. Maroon, his cheeks flushed from the more inebriating beverages. “I wonder what else she has in store?”

“I was intending to show you tonight,” said Mr. Wallace.

Anna looked up, and before she could react, Wallace waved his hand in an almost casual manner, a manner that was terribly familiar and made her want to flee at that moment. He muttered something strange and foreign—another incantation—the second one he would cast on her. He didn’t even mind that his guests could see his true nature, as Anna’s body tingled, her chest aching, as heat built and swelled, consuming her whole chest.

“What…” she managed breathlessly, her hands dropping her udder, allowing it to wobble freely as her arms reached up to hug her torso.

Yet the heat grew, her skin burning and tingling, as it throbbed and pulsating, a burning ache building directly beneath her breasts.

Her skin was changing, pushing, and softening. Anna’s throat produced a choked noise as her breasts shivered and rose, her fingers exploring, wondering why the flesh beneath it was pushing outwards, masses of growth proceeding rapidly, as though something was trying to escape her body.

It softened, the skin giving way to two mounds of flesh that rocked and came to undeniably resemble…breasts.

A second pair. Small ones that were steadily growing bulk as Anna grunted and clutched at them, as though to push them back in. Her face was bright red, skin pouring sweat, as new nipples, areola, and breast flesh swelled and bulged, pushed, and tightened, her original breasts heaving yet higher, making way for the new ones. Soon they were shelved atop the new ones as Anna gasped like a panting bitch.

Eventually the four were uniform in size, each hot and wobbling, sticking out and crowding her chest in a disturbing manner. Each was painfully sensitive, the weight of one on the next only exacerbating the discomfort. Anna marveled down at herself, her fingers grazing the strange growths, which were entirely evident in the stretched dress. She slowly looked up at the room.

The guests were silent and marveling, faces ranging from amazed to astonished. Even Mr. Wallace looked a little nonplussed by his handiwork.

“Why did you…” Anna trailed off, feeling dizzy, trying to will this into a strange dream. She staggered back, not even caring of the consequences. One of her hands reached down to cup the bobbing udder, while another hoovered near her chest, not knowing what to do or how to handle it. Her four nipples ached and tingled, the flesh, hot and swollen and tight.

Without another word, she turned and made her way for the door. No one stopped her, not a servant or Wallace himself. She was allowed to depart, and when she got back to her quarters, she curled up on her bed, and hugged her transformed body.