Zoe the Maid, Part 21 (Patreon)

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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, weight gain, stuffing, and more.

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Zoe was flushed and huge, her cheeks puffy and her body sweaty. She was certain she must have looked like an actual pig. Bulgy and amorphous, various mounds hidden beneath her increasingly tight clothing. The fanny pack felt as though it was about to burst. She was futilely trying to contain everything.

She needed restraint, but she could already feel her mounds heaving at the prospect of attention. She shoved off her jacket as Ethan sat down beside her. She was horny and she needed filling. He continued to stare at her skin-tight sweater, her newly massive belly stretching it out, protruding absurdly. As he tentatively rested his hand on the firm globe, Zoe all but attacked him. She couldn’t resist. Suddenly they were kissing fervidly, their arms wrapped around each other. Her udder was squishing out from the top of the fanny pack, her breasts seeping milk all over Ethan’s clothing.

She groaned as he squeezed her upper right breast, her body shuddering from pleasure even as more of her milk spilled forward. How had he not noticed yet? He must have been caught up in the moment. Everything felt so good. Everywhere he touched her. She wanted to wrap herself around him, but her belly and udder proved to be irritating barriers. But Ethan was creative. Now he was kissing her throat, his hands sliding up into the back of her sweater. His hands felt good on her skin. He started to undress her, or tried, but he was getting too close. He would find her anomalies. It pulled Zoe out of it. “We c-can’t,” she stammered, hating herself as she said it.

“What?” said Ethan as he lifted his face from where it had been buried in her shoulder. “What do you mean? What does it matter? We're going to have—”

“It's not yours,” Zoe blurted.

Ethan was stunned.

“Get out!”

Ethan stumbled to his feet. “I guess I’ll...see you around,” he said as he gave her a final once-over. He did look vaguely relieved that he wasn't actually about to be a father. With that, he left.

Zoe sighed as the door closed behind him.

Her heart was pounding. A cool shower might have been in order. She couldn't let her strange condition control her anymore.

Shaking her head, Zoe looked down at herself. Her face twisted as she reached down, fumbling with the fanny pack and easing the udder out of it. The sweatshirt was next, the cool air feeling heavenly as she progressively dragged the material up. Once she was fully undressed, she flopped back on her bed with a grunt. Then she stared at the ceiling in thought.

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The next day, Zoe was back to cleaning and organizing shelves in the shed.

At least it was an alternative to being in the house under Cassandra’s constant purview.

Though not by much. The interns were weird and Zoe didn't like them. She tried her best not to pay them any attention.

Zoe resented that she had to struggle to hide her abnormalities that she wasn't even responsible for. Trying so hard to keep it a secret when Garrett was the one who had done this to her.

She didn't even know how to explain her belly growth. It looked like a pregnancy, but how could she even be sure? After all, she had grown large mounds in other places. Admittedly, her belly was occupied by a unique sensation.

Whereas her breasts and udder felt bloated, heavy, and hot with liquid, her belly was firm and dense in a more solid way. It wasn't malleable. It didn’t wobble or bob around. It was tightly fixed against her and she could feel it pressing on her lungs and bladder.

There was also the weird lurching, and the corresponding indigestion. She was constantly covering belches. Of course that could have also been related to the late-night food binges. There was just so much going on. Her body was a mess.

“Well look at you,” Robbie had said when Zoe had shown up for work that afternoon.

She offered a grimace of a smile but said nothing. She just kept her head down as she did the cleaning. And thankfully they left her alone this time. She was still trying to process what was happening. That she was potentially...pregnant, on top of everything else. And did that mean it was...Garrett’s baby? Her head spun whenever she thought about it. The last thing she needed was to be further tethered to the toxic scientist.

“Careful with that, Zoe,” Beth called from across the room.

Zoe came out of her reverie to notice that her belly was prodding against some beakers. She quickly stepped back, cursing under her breath. She didn’t want anymore exposures or accidents.

Her swollen abdomen would take some getting used to. She was already getting acquainted with its strain on her back after being on her feet for just an hour or two. And how awkward her gait was getting, as if it hadn’t been awkward already. She was practically wobbling around in her attempts to walk, arching against the massive weight in front of her.

There wasn’t much to counterbalance it. Sure, Zoe had noticed that her butt had gotten fatter in recent weeks, and her thighs thicker. But it wasn't much in terms of being helpful. Most of the time when she was cleaning she had to clutch onto furnishings for balance.

She smiled sarcastically back at Beth, her gaze lingering on the other woman.

It appeared that Beth was going through changes of her own. Her breasts had gotten massive, and were presently stretching out the shirt she was wearing. They bulged out of her lab coat, which couldn’t hope to close over them. The mounds were unquestionably bigger than Zoe’s. Beth looked like she had a pair of honeydews on her chest. They sat high and plump, and Zoe could tell that they were engorged from personal experience.

It wasn’t only that. Beth’s nipples were just odd-looking. They were fat and puffy, and were bulging visibly in the tight shirt Beth was wearing. They had to be at least the size of golf balls, and Zoe wanted to wince when she looked at them. They must have been really sensitive.

“Any output yet?” Eugene asked Beth.

“Nope. None,” said Beth with a pained shrug and smile. “I’ve tried everything.”

“I guess we’ll give it more time.”

From what Zoe could deduce, they were trying to milk Beth for God knew what reason. And evidently, that wasn't working.

Zoe grimaced at the thought of it. She couldn't imagine all that buildup. She turned her attention back to the shelves, trying not to pay attention to Beth’s big wobbling tits, or the sneaky grins Robbie and Eugene would exchange with each other.

Zoe sidled up to the shelf a bit more carefully, but kept finding herself brushing against it with her belly. She still couldn't believe how she had gotten it so huge and so rapidly. And strangely, a new maid uniform in her size had been provided that very morning.

The uniform was tight at the chest and roomy at the apron, beneath which her belly bulged. There was that weird harness underneath that felt heavenly in the way it supported and cradled her udder.

Unnerved by the way her lower breasts had started pushing out beneath the upper pair, Zoe had come up with a system of two bras. It was absurd in concept, but she found herself wearing a comfortably snug nursing bra to support her upper breasts, but also a second bra, a strapless one, on her lower breasts, that was slightly too small. It was tight, uncomfortable, and seemed to compress her lungs even more than her belly was. But it mitigated the size of the lower ones and helped to hide them, so that the upper ones continued to be the only visible pair. Though she looked heavily pregnant, Zoe wasn’t ready to embrace being a freak show as well.

She was really struggling with the microscope she was dusting. Her belly just kept prodding into the shelf. A jar wobbled precariously. It nearly toppled, but Zoe managed to steady it at the last moment. She drew a deep breath, her arms trembling.

“You okay, Zoe?” said someone behind her.

Zoe glanced over her shoulder at Robbie. “Fine,” she responded.

“Maybe you should lie down.”

Zoe had too many hours that she had to make up to Garrett. She shook her head, trying to brush off his ostensible concern, but just the movement caused a wave of dizziness. “Fuhh…” The world tilted. She felt his hands on her shoulders. And then nothing.

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When Zoe awoke, she was tucked into a bed.

She felt warm and sticky, her body supple and heavy. She blinked around a room that was unfamiliar. It looked as though she was inside a clinic, monitors flanking the bed. She also noticed that there was an IV line going into her arm.

When she took inventory of herself, the first thing she noticed was the huge orb of her belly sitting there on her torso, gently rising and falling with her slow breathing. Second, she noticed how uncomfortably engorged her breasts and udder were. She didn’t know how long she had been unconscious, but she was in desperate need of relief.

The third thing was, strangely, how high and plump her upper breasts looked, cleavage protruding in the thin medical gown she had on. It looked like growth, but...it was more than that. They were higher on her chest, close to hitting her chin. They were elevated. They were being...pushed up by something beneath them.

Her hands moved to cup them, her face twitching from the sensitivity as she glided her fingers over the engorged flesh. Then she continued to explore, drifting lower, her hands finding something most unwelcome. A choked gasp escaped her throat.

“You’re awake,” said Beth, walking in with a clipboard.

Her lab coat had been shed, and her huge nipples were practically staring at Zoe. Her tight white shirt appeared somewhat damp and by then was somewhat transparent, her cleavage bulging against her low neckline.

“What the fuck,” Zoe hissed.

Her lower breasts had...grown. They were protruding, pushing out beneath the upper pair, which could no longer hide them. The lower ones were close to the size of the upper pair, if not matching them. This development had turned Zoe into a woman with two pairs of breasts stacked on her chest, all four pushing out proudly. Plump and full, and fully engorged. It was a nightmare.

Zoe’s hand started to desperately fumble with her top, trying to hide them. But they were just too large. “No...fuck,” she said weakly, mortified. She tried to cover them with her arms, but ended up yelping and retracting her hands. They were just so full, so sensitive.

“I’m actually impressed,” said Beth, watching blankly as four damp spots bloomed on Zoe’s gown. Zoe thought she saw a hint of envy in that look. Beth’s lips were parted, her breathing audible.

“What the hell did you do to me?” Zoe managed.

“You fainted,” said Beth, tearing her eyes away from Zoe’s four breasts. “It might have been an issue of compression. That was quite the tight bra you were wearing.”

“Get this out of me,” demanded Zoe, as she fumbled to pull out her IV line.

“Just some liquid nutrition,” said Beth calmly. She did not react as Zoe pulled out the line, then clutched her arm, grimacing. “And a few supplementary hormones to help things along.”

“To help what along. What are you doing to me?”

Beth didn’t respond except by offering a small, pitying smile.

“And where are we?” Zoe struggled to heave herself upright, wincing as all four of her milk-filled breasts wobbled against each other. She grunted as she eased herself off the bed. Once on her feet she had to arch just to balance the weight in front of her. “Fuck,” she whimpered as more milk poured into the gown. The udder started leaking as well, milk splattering onto the ground. She staggered towards the door.

“Oh, still at the house. I suppose you haven’t seen this room before.”

Zoe threw the door open and waddled off.

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