Maid, Part 3

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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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When Anna was assigned farm work, the cows continually nudged at the plump mound. It grew sore, and tender, and tingled all over. The cows stared at her with their sad, meaningful eyes. Much as she scolded them, they continued to nudge at her udder, specifically. Soon the touches caused her to whimper. She tried to keep her back turned to the cows, to little avail, they simply crowded her. Her udder shook uncomfortably beneath her skirts and the bounds containing it. She steadied it with her palm, at times her hand lingering, caressing the flesh as it grew increasingly sore and hot with the ongoing abuse.

She felt extremely hot and sweaty beneath her clothes. The added weight of the udder didn’t seem like much, yet she moved more sluggishly, continually shifting her hips as she tried to adjust to the added heft upon them.

“The dress is almost finished,” Anna was informed during lunch that afternoon in the kitchens. “All that’s left is the skirts.”

The head maid’s name was Annette, though Anna had never been granted permission to call her that. Older staff members did, however. The ones Annette liked, at least.

Annette gestured towards the loose layered skirts hanging from Anna’s too-tight bodice, and Anna realized it was ridiculous to have expected every part of her uniform to be replaced. The skirts fit her fine.

“Come on, then,” said the matronly woman. “Hand them over.”

It wasn’t an unreasonable request. Anna found herself frozen, not knowing what to do, or how to preserve her secret and her modesty without irritating her superior even more.

Soon the decision was made for her.

“For goodness sakes,” said Annette as she manually detached the outer skirts from Anna’s bodice. She ripped them off, leaving only a thin slip that outlined the udder, and barely covered it, in fact, a few inches of the fat mound poking out at the bottom.

Annette gasped and stepped back. Thankfully the other house staff members were busily eating, and too distracted to notice Annette’s look of shock. Anna feebly tried to cover her udder with her hands, but it was tender, and so she shifted as much as she could of the mass under the table at which she sat.

Annette looked as though she thought she was going mad. She gave Anna a simultaneously suspicious and disgusted look before turning on her heel and hurrying off with the skirts.

Anna wanted to disappear. She felt mortified. She leaned down with her head bowed, and shuffled food around in her plate, having no inclination to eat, as she was still full from breakfast. The udder still ached, and felt weirdly pressurized where it sat on her thighs. She didn’t know how she was going to depart from the table without everyone noticing the large bobbing mound attached to her pubic region. The skirts had hardly hidden the presence of it, but at least it had concealed what it was.

Anna saw a stray apron hanging off the bench a few seats down from her. Desperately hoping that it would not be missed, she reached out and snatched it, before hanging it from her neck and tying it around her.

It was thin and cotton, but it was long enough the cover the full udder. It didn’t have the layered thickness of the skirts, but at least it was something. And it would have to suffice until the head maid returned with Anna’s new dress.

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People were certainly staring at Anna throughout the day.

She tried to stay out of everyone’s way. She kept her head down, and her back to most she encountered, not catching eyes, and curling her body in her best efforts to hide the blatant bulge under her apron.

It hardly helped. All it took was someone spotting her at the right angle, and they would be reduced to gawking. If Wallace passed, he paid her little attention, and so no one questioned it.

The mound rocked and wobbled as she worked. She just couldn’t bare to bandage it anymore. It was too sore, aching, hot, and tender. The protruding teats were thick and stiff. The mound as a whole felt heavier. Fatter. There was less resistance when she gently cradled it with her hand.

Soon it was the end of the day, and all that was left to do was getting through dinner.

She tried to seat herself as she was, but Mr. Wallace protested.

“Take that off in my sight,” he demanded, nodding to her apron.

Anna froze where she stood, just short of seating herself. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, before reaching back and untying the apron. She hung it on the back of her chair and sat down as quickly as she could, despite the uncomfortable impact of her heavy udder with her thighs as she did so.

Supper was dense, as expected. But Anna kept her head held high as she forced down the heavy meal, eating and drinking till her stomach ached, and she felt flustered. The hot pressure in her udder was building, the tenderness escalating, as she fidgeted discreetly, adjusting it at times, pretending to not notice how clearly it bulged free of the slip that covered her thighs. The udder was unquestionably getting large. It resembled a cow’s in size, though attached to her small body.

Anna gulped down what had to be her seventh glass of milk, before setting it firmly on the table. She felt something building and pushing within her, and she could hardly contain it. Not waiting to be excused, she heaved herself to her feet.

“It was a lovely meal,” she said, because she had to get out of there. It was just too much. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. The udder was positively quavering. “If you’ll excuse me.” She tried to depart, even with the humiliation, the exposure, the blatant way the udder was showing beneath the slip.

There was a sharp stinging. Anna gasped and shuddered, her hand flying down to clutch the face of the mound where it encountered a warm wetness. Chest heaving, she stared down at the growing patch of moisture that had formed in her clothes.

She was leaking. She was…lactating. Oh god. She whimpered.

“Well, well.” Mr. Wallace folded his napkin and stood. He walked around her, surveying her from all angles. She could feel the flush of her skin building by the moment. He even picked at her skirt, but Anna unthinkingly jerked away.

She gathered her courage and slowly, tentatively peeked up at Mr. Wallace.

He looked as severe as ever, his mouth set in a grim line.

“I won’t be paying freaks,” Wallace said. “But I’ll allow you to continue to have room and board. Of course, there’ll be an increase in your job duties.”

Her jaw dropped.

Anna didn’t know how to respond to that. She didn’t know how to defend herself in—whatever it was that was happening to her.

She felt unequivocally trapped, and without even a salary to fall back on.

Blinking back the tears in her eyes, Anna turned and hurried off.

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The holidays came rapidly, and with it, many feasts, and a demand for quality meats. Most of the farm animals were sold off. All that remained was a small clutch of calves, still too frail to be of much monetary value.

Anna moved more slowly now. Her new dress had been provided, layered skirts with it, though her udder remained a blatant bulge beneath them.

The mound was fat and heavy, and getting larger, at least the size of a volleyball by then. She hated how it rocked, so unwieldly. She deeply wanted support, though didn’t know how to go about implementing it. The bandaging had not worked out, after all.

The dress style was slightly different from the old one. The neckline was lower, and boxed, so her new fold of cleavage could heave against it. The other maids didn’t dress so provocatively, and Anna assumed it was a result of more of Mr. Wallace’s perverse meddling.

Her breasts seemed to grow, as though to fill the attire, fuller and heavier until they bulged against the neckline, and the other servants looked at Anna in sharp disapproval.

Anna’s work ethic declined. She hardly knew what she was doing there anymore. She tried to plan her next move, but only seemed to lead herself in frustrated circles, because she knew that finding room, board, and a new job was going to be a daunting task.

She set about cleaning the barn that day. She worked with a slow resignation, enjoying the privacy this duty allowed. It was just her and the calves. As she scrubbed the walls, Anna couldn’t help noticing the pathetic way the cows wandered about, separated from their mothers too young. Some chewed on hay, worked it around in their mouths, before they coughed it up again.

She felt feverish. Her udder ached and throbbed, actually throbbed. She tried to ignore it, sometimes palming it gently, but she could feel her teats distending. It was hard to focus. There was pressure, and wetness. Anna grimaced. She knew she was leaking.

It had been a relief to be away from the cows, with their constant prods and nudges, but now the calves were closing in on her, as though they could smell her milk. “No,” she reprimanded gently. “I’m not your…mmghhh…” she groaned, leaning back on the wall, as her teats spilled more, so much that the bottom of her dress had begun to drip. She had gotten accustomed to occasional spills, but this was a lot for her. It would necessitate more than a discreet dab of a towel. She wondered what had gotten into her body. Just when she got used to the new normal, things just started changing all over again.

“Sore…” she whimpered to herself, continuing to gently rub the mound through her skirts, though she feared she was just making the problem worse. The heat was nearly intolerable at times, but she had gotten accustomed to carrying it day and night, walking around with the heavy weight of it, the warm wetness sitting inside of her, as the udder swayed and rocked. “Nrrghhh…” she groaned, as a calfnudged at her mound. Another began to bury its head into her skirts.

The milk was practically pouring, splattering the ground between her feet. She felt nearly debilitated by the discomfort, and desperation of her overheated body. One of the calves found a teat…she groaned as it tugged. It sucked. It began to nurse from her. Anna leaned heavily back into the wall, as two other calves joined. They began to keenly drink from her, as though she was their mother.

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She felt somewhat better. Well, a lot better. Her body felt lighter. And for the first time in such a long time, her udder was not sore. It was a blissful sensation, to be absent of a discomfort she had accepted as chronic.

That night, Anna filled a tub up with hot water. She stripped down and sank into it, sighing and leaning back, allowing to water to cradle the rubbery mound of her udder.

She stroked it absently, musing on the slippery sensation, and the pleasant sensitivity of her teats now that they didn’t ache so. She was sort of getting used to it. It was part of her body.

A sharp knock on her door snapped Anna out of her dozing state. She climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around herself, pausing to stare at the way her plump cleavage bulged above it, and her udder poked out beneath it, fat and round even in its lighter state.

Anna opened the door but a crack and peeked her head out. It was another one of the maids.

“Mr. Wallace requests you in an hour in the dining hall. He’s hosting a private event. Here is your uniform.”

An outfit was shoved her way, and Anna timidly took it, before watching the other maid depart. She closed the door and examined the outfit more closely. It was a maid’s uniform, but…different from hers. It was more traditional in ways, but…less traditional…in others. It was certainly smaller, short and tight-looking, the hem high above the knees, and the collar incredibly low. It seemed a caricature if a maid’s outfit, an immodest one at that, and Anna could see without even trying it on that it would not come close to covering up her udder.