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Zoe the Maid, Part 7
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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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Just as she had feared, Zoe’s latest rendezvous with Garrett had left her even bigger.
Her tits were huge. She looked as though she had gotten a boob job. They were bloated and full and squirting with every inhalation.
She grunted as she lightly cupped the side of one, trying not to apply any pressure. Her breasts felt heavy and full. Full of milk. It seemed inconsistent with the fact that she had been thoroughly drained overnight. Then again, Garrett had warned her.
She heard a soft chuckle beside her. The man had awoken. As he sat up, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, Zoe grunting as her breasts were jostled and heaved up somewhat. Simultaneously, both of her nipples released a squirt.
“I told you,” he murmured into the side of her throat.
Zoe’s chest heaved as she breathed heavily.
She wasn’t sure how it was possible, but her udder was even more uncomfortable than her breasts.
The udder had certainly jumped up in size. Zoe was sitting on her heels, her thighs spread wide to give the mound space. It was so round, so pink and achingly tight. Garrett playfully reached down to grip one of the stiff teats, but she slapped his hand away.
“What — have you done to me?” she managed, her face contorted and her throat arched as she struggled to bear the throbbing discomfort plaguing her body.
“You begged for it,” Garrett murmured against her shoulder. “You did this to yourself. I did nothing.”
She wanted to kiss his scruffy jaw, but also strangle him. She released a frustrated groan and started to shift, but Garrett held her tighter. She sank into him.
This whole thing was a mess. Their relationship. The living situation. The fact that she was sleeping with her best friend’s dad.
Zoe might have told him as much, but Garrett gave her right breast a gentle squeeze, and it was so pleasurable, all she could see were stars.
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Her tits were fat. There was no way around it. She must have looked completely bizarre, having gone from a skinny girl with no curves, to having round, wobbling jugs stuffed into her sweatshirts.
Her nipples were so constantly erect, she could hardly stand it. She would struggle to breathe, her body continually flushed and overheated, because it was all so terribly arousing. Her areolas were puffy, and her nipples had at least doubled in size, while seeming to have gotten correspondingly more sensitive. It was dizzying and overwhelming.
The udder was practically unmanageable. Zoe would do her best to try to hide it, tucking it into her increasingly thick layers of clothing. If she wore thick skirts, dresses, or tunics, she could get it down to a subtle curve. And if she used her huge tits as a distraction, it further mitigated the presence of her udder.
It was odd to abruptly have big boobs. It was certainly an adjustment. The rocking and bobbing. The search for suitable bras. The heat, as well as the accompanying flustered feeling.
It fucking turned her on. Her nipples were just so sensitive and always erect. Being so bloated didn’t help.
She was fucking full of milk.
Zoe did her best to abstain from asking Garrett for any additional help. It was quite evident that the more he sucked and stimulated, the more her mammaries filled up, and the worse her problem became. She had yet to figure out a solution for the constant leaking.
Zoe was doing most of her coursework online, but on the days she went to campus, she made sure she was all bundled up in several layers of clothing. Even as she got overheated and sweaty, breathing heavily, her body feeling like a furnace, it was preferable to her reality. Of people staring and identifying her as a complete freak.
As though the tribulations of concealing herself weren’t enough, her nipples were still leaking inconsistently throughout the day. Often there was no warning. She would just feel a sudden dampness, and realize the tissues she had stuffed her bra with were getting completely saturated. She would hurry into the nearest bathroom before she developed wet stains on her sweaters.
And in the bathroom, she would do her best not to whimper, fearful that there might be students in the surrounding stalls. It was difficult. She was just so damn sensitive. She would cup her mounds, breathing raggedly as she tried to endure the various sensations that assailed them as she shuffled her clothing around.
It was her third trip to the bathroom; she had only gotten through one class that day. Zoe’s nose wrinkled as she pulled the bunch of sopping tissues out of her bra, the aroma of warm milk making her head spin. She couldn’t do this. There had to be a better solution. At this rate, she was going to embarrass herself.
Making a hasty decision to skip her next two classes, Zoe carefully put her bra back on and tugged down her sweaters. She hummed as her udder rocked with her movements, her right hand shooting down to steady the tight swell as her cheeks reddened.
Flustered and dizzy, she opened the bathroom stall and shuffled out of it. She kept her head down as she exited the restroom and made a beeline for the nearest exit.
Even getting into her car was brutally uncomfortable, Zoe easing her backside into the driver’s seat as her udder pressed between her thighs. She adjusted it somewhat, groaning.
As she started the vehicle, her phone started ringing on the bluetooth. She answered it without really thinking.
“Zoe, dear? How are you doing?” her mother’s voice sounded on the speakers.
It took Zoe a moment to respond, her face twisted in discomfort as her breasts shivered with every bump in the road.
“F-fine, mom,” she managed.
There was a pause.
“Is everything okay? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”
Zoe unintentionally winced. She had deliberately been avoiding her mother’s phone calls. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just busy with schoolwork, you know. And haven’t been feeling well lately.”
“Not feeling well?”
Zoe silently cursed her slip-up. “You know how it is, just kinda…” She searched for something to say. “… bloated.”
“Have you been taking your vitamins?”
“Yes mom,” said Zoe as she made a sharp turn around a corner that left her grimacing and restraining a groan. Her tits were bouncing, and her nipples were seeping. She was desperate to get off the phone call. “I’ll visit soon, I promise. Just getting a little…organized.”
“Is Josephine’s father treating you well?” her mother asked warily.
“Yes,” Zoe breathed, her cheeks heating.
There was another long pause. Zoe prayed that they were approaching the end of the call.
“Your Nana’s birthday is coming up,” her mother said. “It’s her ninetieth, Zoe. I need you to be there. If you miss this, it would break her heart.”
Zoe’s head was swimming. She was just relieved when she reached Garrett’s house, pulling her vehicle into the four-car driveway. As she parked, she inhaled deeply. For a long moment, she stared blankly at the garage, numb and lost as to how to respond.
“I’ll be there,” she said finally. Her voice was a soft rasp, but her mother was able to decipher it.
“Excellent,” the older woman responded. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”
“Of course not,” said Zoe bitterly as she stared down at the curve of her udder with a deep sense of dread.
“I’ll see you in a week.” With that, her mother ended the call.
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Zoe had managed to find some oversized clothing at the campus lost and found. Particularly, a few big T-shirts, more sweatshirts, and a pair of leggings. She knew she should have felt guilty for stealing her classmates’ missing clothing, but she was growing so fast, and things were getting desperate.
Once home, Zoe went straight to the bathroom, panting as she peeled away her many layers of clothing. She stared almost in morbid fascination at the way her bra cups pinched into her breasts, which had clearly outgrown them. The bra was too small now, looking more like an adornment then an article of clothing. She continued to breathe heavily as she stared at her reflection. She just couldn’t believe how rapidly she was swelling up. Worse, the bra was completely saturated in milk. So much that it was dripping away from the material, and rolling down the undersides of the mounds, then down her stomach.
This is a disaster, Zoe thought as she unlatched the bra and carefully removed it, her shoulders trembling as her wet skin was exposed to cool air.
So, she had to get to her grandmother’s birthday party. How bad could it be? Just a few hours.
For the time being, she would focus on getting through the week. Perhaps if she behaved, and was careful, there wouldn’t be any additional growth before the party. And if she dressed with enough discretion the day of, she might not attract too much unwanted attention.
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A week passed in no time. Zoe had managed not to hook up with Garrett again, but she was still fairly certain her body had subtly expanded in uncomfortable ways.
Not only did she suspect her breasts were a little bigger and the udder, a little firmer, she noticed she was gaining weight in other ways. Somehow her hips appeared wider, more supple and fleshy, giving her body an hourglass shape it had never had before.
The change was fascinating. Zoe had always been twig-thin. Sometimes she would study or even admire the change. But honestly, it was the least of her concerns.
Presently she was seated in her car, her body seeming to thrum from anxiety, but also the heavy, liquid heat saturating specific areas of her physique.
It had to be at least fifteen minutes as she sat there, gazing unhappily up at her grandmother’s house. But she had to get this over with. Her hand felt like lead as she reached out to open the car door. It seemed to take another full minute before she stepped out of the vehicle, one leg at a time.
She looked ridiculous. The weather was warm and sunny, but she was wearing a big, baggy sweatshirt, that she had managed to pull down over the udder. It was paired with some leggings and running shoes. The udder, uncomfortably compressed in some long panties, still left an odd curve on her person. Zoe had taken to folding her hands over it.
It was odd to suddenly feel grateful for the extraordinary growth of her breasts. The mounds seemed nearly the size of honeydews and would be sufficient to distract people from the presence of the udder, which they honestly wouldn’t even be looking for.
Zoe hesitated, then reached back into her car, retrieving the baseball cap left there by Ethan weeks earlier. She put it over her head, allowing it to add to the curtain her hair made as it hung around her face.
Zoe shuffled toward the front door. More so, trudged, really. Hopefully she could just hang out on the periphery of things. Keep to herself. Avoid people noticing her and all the changes her body had undergone.
The front door was unlocked. As Zoe opened it, she was welcomed by the sounds of chattering and laughter. People were scattered about the living room. She took in the vaguely familiar faces of distant family members.
There were more people than she had expected. This was perfect. Zoe moved along the wall, wearing a smile so not to concern anyone and draw them closer. Yet she made sure not to make eye contact with any of them eeither, attempting to look busy, shifting along the edge of the party, using her hair as a veil and keeping her hands folded over that awkward curve she was so self-conscious about.
“Zoe?”
Zoe froze at the sharp, familiar voice.
Slowly, reluctantly, she looked up to meet the shocked gaze of her mother.
