Zoe the Maid, Part 12

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Summary: Zoe accepts a job as a maid. Contains: Female: udder, multi-breast, cow-girl, pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, lactation, multiples, weight gain, stuffing, and more.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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The following day, Zoe ate a breakfast of boiled eggs.

A dozen of them.

It was simple enough, in terms of preparation. She ate slowly, feeling rather resigned. There was no denying this was an unusual meal for a college-aged woman, but she couldn’t help herself. It seemed the calories were fueling her morbid transformation.

She could see herself changing every day, even in subtle ways. When she looked at her face, she could see how her lips had gotten plumper, her cheeks rounder, and her face pinker, as though with a natural blush permanently affixed to her face. Her hair was longer and thicker, now falling past her shoulders no matter how frequently she cut it.

Under other circumstances, it might have been…beneficial.

Zoe’s stomach gurgled. She reached down to cup it. It was uncomfortably tight, her body perpetually stuffed. That seemed to be her default these days.

As though giving way to the ceaseless pressure, her abdomen was getting more rounded, starting to stick out. She was really putting on weight. Her gut was firm, not sagging even a little. Probably because it was continually packed with a recent mound of food.

Zoe cleaned up the eggshells, as well as the butter dish (it appeared she had gone through a whole stick), before she sighed and got started on her cleaning duties for the day.

Her movements were slow and conscientious. As she went to retrieve the dustpan from a nearby closet, she heard a dripping sound. Her cheeks warmed, and her udder tingled. “Oh…”

Zoe looked down at the puddle of milk forming beneath her. Frowning, she made her way to the counter to grab a rag, leaving more droplets trailing her.

Zoe leaned down to wipe the floor, but the jostling just made her udder leak more. She groaned, wiping more vigorously, but she was producing the mess as rapidly as she was cleaning it. “For fuck’s sake,” she muttered under her breath. There had to be a better way.

She was not sure when she ended up on all fours, but as she climbed back up to her feet, Zoe made sure to stretch her back, twisting her hips as she tried to work out the tension. The weight of the engorged udder was proving an awkward burden on her physique.

Zoe was not wearing her uniform. For the sake of comfort, she had put on some leggings and a long tank top that was skintight on her. She had not bothered with a bra, as large as her breasts were getting — easily E-cups. It was honestly impressive that she didn’t need one.

The breasts were round and full, perky and bouncy. So engorged with milk, they did not sag as large breasts should have. And beneath them was the persistent skin irritation. The area felt hot and inflamed, and she silently reminded herself to pick up some powder the next time she made a stop at the convenience store.

“Sleeping on your duties, as usual.”

Zoe turned to spot Garrett leaning on the doorframe.

“I’m gonna need you outside today,” he went on.

Zoe raised her eyebrows questioningly.

“The shed out back,” Garrett elaborated. “I need you to clean it.” With that, he left.

Zoe sat there in thought for a moment, milk continuing to pool at her feet.

Moments later, she was dragging a bucket, rags, an old mop, and some other cleaning supplies to the backyard shed. It looked like a miniature barn. She had never been inside of it, but when Zoe unlocked the door and pushed it open, the interior was as she expected. Full of dust, dirt, cobwebs, and some dried grass sprinkled across the floor.

She couldn’t imagine Garrett had much use for the shed. After all, his house was expansive. She wondered if this was just busy work. Maybe he just wanted her out of the house. It wouldn’t surprise her, given what a mess she was making with all her leaking.

Her belly gurgled. Still processing all the eggs and butter. She rubbed it, grimacing.

And then she got to work.

Zoe started with the walls, wiping up dirt; dusting the corners. She opened the windows for ventilation. She filled the bucket and got scrubbing.

She was uncomfortable. Her nipples and four teats were tingling and stinging, practically demanding attention, but that would only make things worse, she knew.

The skin under her breasts was absolutely on fire. It just felt so tender and puffy.

Lost in her discomforts, Zoe rested her head against the wall. The udder had stopped leaking, and the tension inside it had correspondingly surged. She wondered if the release of the leaking had actually been an improvement. She reached down, groaning, her fingertips brushing against her leggings. She palmed the tight, hot protrusion.

Saliva collecting at the bottom of her mouth, Zoe impulsively dipped her hands into her waistband, grunting as she made contact, cupping the heated udder against her palm.

Tentatively, she ghosted her pointer finger over a teat.

She inhaled sharply, a bloom of pleasure making her dizzy.

She knew what she could do. Maybe if she just tugged and squeezed…maybe she could just release —

“Anyone home?” a voice sang.

Zoe quickly wrenched her hand out of her pants. She straightened up, quickly turning to face the door, just as someone poked their head inside.

Zoe stared at the person. It took a moment to recognize the young man as one of Garrett’s new interns. “Hi…” she said, standing awkward and stiff, because she was exposed. She had an unexpected guest, and she was just standing there, with her huge tits, fat nipples, and her big cow udder bobbing slightly from where it protruded in her leggings, the material so thin and tight, she might as well have been wearing nothing at all.

“Eugene,” he reintroduced himself. Oddly, he didn’t seem surprised or disturbed. Instead, he gazed at the udder for a long moment, before returning his attention to her eyes. “Just checking in. We’re getting ready to set up some equipment.”

“Equipment…” Zoe processed. Were they going to use the shed for some experiment? She frowned, uncomfortably folding her hands over her udder but taking care not to make contact.

“Yeah, just giving you a heads up,” Eugene went on, all nonchalant. He acted as though spotting a woman with an udder was nothing unusual. He stepped inside. “Do you mind if I just move this bucket —?”

Zoe hurried over to assist, wincing as her udder bobbed with her hasty movement. Her hand shot down to stabilize it. She couldn’t help shivering but tried to acclimate to the contact. With her free hand, she dragged some of her cleaning supplies aside for him.

Eugene went outside and brought in boxes of different sizes and unloaded various bottles and tubes. “Do you mind…?”

“Sure.” Zoe was caught off guard; she didn’t know why she went to help him. It wasn’t as though this was in her job description. Perhaps she was doing it because he had asked and seemed nice enough. It was odd to meet someone she didn’t have to hide her body from.

She opened another box. Eugene didn’t stop her.

But as she peeled the sides back, there was a puff of purple smoke. Something in the box must have broken.

“Oh…” Eugene started.

Zoe had already unintentionally sucked in a mouthful of the smoke. She felt a sense of déjà vu as she stumbled back, coughing.

“Sorry about that,” said Eugene, his eyes assessing her. Was it to make sure she was okay? Or…something else?

“Mgghhhh…” Zoe folded her arms over her stomach. Her body was pulsing, her insides lurching oddly.

She felt flushed, her skin rapidly dampening with sweat. Simultaneously, her breasts and udder tightened, and the skin directly beneath her breasts became more tender, puffy, and sore.

“You okay?” said Eugene, still calmly watching her.

Zoe leaned back against the wall for support, watching her chest heave with her heavy breathing. She could sense it now. She could tell when it was happening. Her increasing engorgement. She could feel her mammaries filling up with more milk, until she was at capacity. “Fuhhhh…” she puffed, her cheeks burning. Her udder quavered and tightened, as she watched her breasts visibly grow. Fuck, they were already huge!

“I think you’re having some sort of reaction,” said Eugene.

Her hands shot down to the udder, cradling the tender ball of heat as she felt it inch outwards, growing bigger and tighter. Soon there would be no hiding it. Not that there was much hope at present. Her eyes watered from her combined tension and arousal, and her hands worked on their own, desperately trying to mitigate the damage. She wrapped her fingers around a teat, grunting as she gave it a tug and squeeze.

Milk gushed freely, immediately soaking through her leggings and splashing to the ground. Her other hand reached down, taking hold of another teat. Zoe cried out as she squeezed, milking herself unreservedly. This felt like a bizarre dream. Standing there, squeezing and spilling, with a young man she hardly knew simply watching her from a few feet away.

Her body was quaking. Zoe’s nipples seeped on their own, creating dark patches of moisture on her tank top. Her body felt like a furnace. She moaned as she reached for her lower right teat, now squeezing that one as well. Tugging and squirting, desperate to get as much milk as she could out of her. Because if not, she would just keep growing.

She was still so tight. Zoe sank down the wall, legs akimbo, one hand clutching her left breast as the other hand squeezed at her teats in no particular order; whichever one was yielding the most. She grunted with each pull, her thighs twitching. She must have been a lurid sight there on the ground, a puddle forming beneath her, mixing with the dirt and straw.

Finally, she was producing only droplets. She felt better, but only marginally. Zoe gasped for breath as she looked down at herself. Despite all her effort, she still looked quite…swollen. But maybe it would go down. Her body relaxed. Her leggings were no longer enclosing her whole udder, with a bit of the pink mound bulging out above the waistband.

Slowly, she recalled her surroundings. She looked up to see Eugene towering over her.

“You okay?” he said.

At first she had rather liked his acceptance, but now it was starting to feel weird. He really wasn’t fazed.

“Yeah,” Zoe lied, scrambling a bit. Not knowing what to do with herself. She was so soaked in sweat and milk, she looked like she had just climbed out of a swimming pool.

Eugene offered her his hand. She hesitated, then accepted it. She nearly fell into his arms once she was on her feet. She was exhausted.

“You’re going to need to replenish the calories,” he noted.

“…right,” she said, registering what a mess this was. Had she improved her predicament at all?

Or had she merely backpedaled several paces?

“I’ll help you to the house,” Eugene offered. He wasn’t as stocky as Garrett, but he was certainly tall.

“No, I’m fine,” Zoe insisted. She pulled away from him and managed not to lose her balance, despite the distinct shift in her center of gravity. She was almost afraid to face a mirror.

“You’re doing fine,” Eugene told her. What did that even mean?

“I…I have to go,” Zoe managed. With that, she turned and aimed herself for the door. As she stumbled off, her hands reached down to clutch her bobbing udder.

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