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Plight of the Maid
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Note: This is a story-prompt for scott. It is based on my Maid idea on tumblr. I do plan to make a multi-chapter slow-expanson version of the Maid idea in the future.
Summary: A woman is hexed by her employer. Contains: Breast expansion, multiple breasts (six), udder, lactation.
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The new maids name was Cona. She was a young woman hoping to fund her college education through the job. She had no idea what was in store for her.
The mistress of the estate contained a smile. And these will be your quarters, said Gina. They were on the last leg of the tour of the expansive mansion. If you have any queries, see me directly. My staff is busy. Do not bother them.
Cona nodded hurriedly. Yes mam.
Its late, said Gina as she carefully adjusted a single strand of displaced hair on her head. You can retire for the night. In the morning we will go over your duties.
Yes mam, Cona repeated as a relieved smile crossed her face. She turned and walked into the indicated room, and just before the door could completely close behind her.
Bevemion
Gina whispered the incantation under her breath.
As the door closed, a smirk crossed Ginas face. Hopefully this girl fares better than the last one, she thought, as she walked off to her own quarters.
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Though Cona couldnt have been happier about her new job at the fancy estate, she could not seem to fall asleep. She tossed and turned, feeling hot and anxious. Her heart was pounding for some reason, and her body was tingling. As her fingers encountered some unfamiliar lumps on her skin beneath her nightshirt, she got up in a panic, and hurried into the bathroom adjoining the room.
Cona faced the mirror, slid up her top, and gasped at her reflection. She now had two additional nipples a few inches apart beneath each of her breasts. Six nipples altogether! Cona dropped her shirt to cover her mouth with both hands, and nearly retched right there. She must have been seeing things! But as she again lowered her hand to glide it over her shirt, it encountered the nubs. Her body shuddered in revulsion. How is this possible?!
Cona groaned as she was overcome by an overwhelming heat. She fell several steps backwards until her back was against the wall, her spine arched and her chest heaving as the flesh beneath her nipples became heated and tender. Before her eyes, she watched breasts form, her skin plumpening and bloating to make way for four new mounds. Her original breasts seemed to be growing as well, swelling from As to Bs before her eyes.
Cona sunk down the wall, gasping for breath. Her panties felt tight and tightening. Her pubic region, tender. Cona pushed the front of her skirt down, her panties with them, to stare at her pubic region that had become hairless and flushed pink. It was now bloated, and rounded, littered with four small nubs that seemed to share the sensitivity of her new nipples.
Whats happening to me Cona groaned aloud, her head back, her body sweating. Nnnghhh she could feel another surge of growth hitting her six breasts, her shirt tightening and loins seeping as the ultra-sensitive nipples rubbed against her stretching shirt. Cona tried to hold on, but it was too much for her to take. The world blurred, focused, then blurred again. Soon there was only blackness.
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When Cona awoke, sunlight was beaming in from the bedrooms high windows. She felt awkward, uncomfortable, tender, and heavy.
She slowly looked down at herself and was horrified to realize that it hadnt been a dream.
Three pairs of round breasts were perched atop each other on her chest. They heaved and wobbled as she panted. Her shirt was stretched to the point of starting to tear. Her third set of DD-cups could not be contained by the top, and was protruding free of the drawn hem.
The door opened, Gina walked in. Cona looked up at her in shock.
Took you long enough, said Gina nonchalantly. Now to go over your job duties.
M-mam Cona stammered.
But Gina walked over and grabbed Conas arm. She jerked the girl up as Cona cried out in protest.
Even then, Cona could feel herself changing. Her breasts were throbbing with growth, swelling and swelling as the top strained to contain her.
Its starting, Gina mused, surveying Conas mounds.
Unnnggghhh Cona moaned, only then realizing the uncomfortable weight on her public region. Instinctively she reached down to it, her fingers encountering a honeydew-sized mound. She looked down in shock at the mound protruding from her, the one she was presently grasping. It stretched her skirt and it felt heavy and full. Like her breasts, it seemed to be pulsating.
Before Cona could even register what it was, she was being dragged out of the room by Gina, the unfamiliar sensation of her mounds wiggling and wobbling against her as she desperately tried to support them with her hands.
Cona was pulled into a new room, and she was surprised to see that it was full of animals. Calves, to be precise. They ambled along, looking somewhat emaciated.
Cona was pushed down to the floor, her awkward pubic mound slapping against her thighs. She looked up at Gina pleadingly, unable to hide the tears in her eyes.
Gina simply gave her a hard look and left Cona alone in the shaded room with the dozen or so calves. The door closed behind the woman and Cona heard it lock from the outside.
Cona whimpered. She fidgeted somewhat, her shaking fingers running up and down her tender mounds. Tight. She felt so tight. She slid her skirt up, over the mound against her thighs, and what she encountered made her stare.
An udder. In fact, the largest one shed ever seen. It was pink and rubbery, teats protruding from it like fingers. Cona had to swallow down the bile that had risen up her throat.
She felt some fur brush against her, and her eyes snapped up to see that two of the calves had closed in on her. One sniffed her, even licked at her pink flesh, but Cona harshly shooed it away. She clutched her mound protectively.
And so she sat there, throbbing, groaning, every so often having to fend off a calf. Her clothes only seemed to be getting tighter, the weight of the udder growing heavier in her lap. By midday it was the size of a basketball, she wasnt imagining it. And it felt so so hot. She breathed in gasps now, her heavy breasts bobbing. Her face was flushed, her nipples swelling, teats distending. What was happening to her now?
Everything was so uncomfortable, so damn tight. So tight, it was almost starting to hurt. Cona grunted and shifted to place the least amount of pressure on her mounds, but her breasts were literally on top of one another. She tore open the remnants of her shirt, freeing the mounds, then continued to gasp.
They were huge now. So round, and plump, sweaty, and full. How had the mistress done this to her? How could Cona reverse it? God, she felt like she might burst. Now silent tears were rolling down Conas cheeks. There was a burning sensation in one of her teats, followed by a spray of milk?
Cona stared at the udder for a moment, then her body was wracked with sobs. This only seemed to encourage the process. Suddenly her second teat was spraying milk, followed by the other two. Nrrrghhh Her nipples burned now, her highest right one starting to drip milk. The other five were quick to follow.
There was no stopping the baby cows now. Despite her shifts and shoos, they began to crowd around her. Cona moaned in displeasure as she was enclosed with fur. Finally one of them latched onto her teat.
Much as she tried to wiggle free, the others were already latching against her as well. She whimpered, tried to endure it. This job wasnt a blessing. It was a curse.
Comments
Kompera
Thank you :)
Kompera
Thank you :)
scott
SUCH an amazing story premise!! Great writing as usual. Thanks so much for doing this. Really hope this story gets written sooner rather than later. I have a feeling everyone else will too! lol
Phat94
Don't know what would be better; a full story of this, or another chance to prompt you. Lovely short!
