Zoe the Maid, Part 13

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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.

Previous Chapter

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It seemed that a big project was being set up in the shed. Zoe often saw Garrett’s interns carrying equipment into it. She was sent to help out with the cleaning there on a few more occasions, but she now made sure not to get too close to any equipment, tubes, vials, or even the interns themselves.

All the same, she somehow couldn’t evade the occasional “accidental” exposures. The third time it happened was when she was trying to scrub a curious black stain off one of the shelves. She could not figure out the source of the toxin, but she could feel the telltale warmth and tingling run across her body. She slumped forward, feeling fatigued all the sudden.

When Zoe came to, she was sprawled on the floor, being shaken awake by one of the interns. This one’s name was Robbie, she recalled. Zoe had no clue how long she had been unconscious – she just felt lethargic and dizzy.

“Drink this,” said Robbie as he brought a bottle of what was ostensibly water to her lips. And it did taste like water, if slightly off. It had a chemical aftertaste she only detected after a few gulps. Yet she could not help drinking the rest of it, cupping the bottle as Robbie continued to tip it towards her.

“You want it,” the intern encouraged. “Feels good.”

It did.

Once she had finished the beverage, Zoe took a few moments to catch her breath.

Her body felt as though it was pulsing, her blood rushing in her ears. Suddenly she felt quite drowsy again.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he said.

She seemed to live in a sort of daze. Cycling between cleaning, eating, sleeping, and consuming something she probably should not have. Occasionally she scribbled down a bit of schoolwork. Her reality seemed to jump from one point to the next, without clear transition.

“Now we commence the animal testing phase,” she heard Eugene mutter in the shed one day.

“The subject isn’t responding fast enough,” Garrett said on another occasion while hunched over some papers.

It was getting harder to keep track of the passage of time. She felt like her mind was always spinning.

Zoe crept over to her bedroom mirror.

She stared at her reflection; at her chronically expanding body. She stared at the huge breasts perched high on her chest, her bloated abdomen, and the massive udder stretching out the sweatpants she was wearing. She could hardly hide it. The last time she had attended class, she had worn two pairs of leggings and a baggy, amorphous dress, yet all her classmates had still stared at her. Everyone could see the odd shape made by the udder.

Zoe was truly struggling. Even as she stood there, she was panting, her body flushed, hot, and dewy with sweat. She wished there was a way to stall whatever was happening to her, or at least slow down the process.

She grimaced as her hand reached up to scratch at her right breast. The irritation beneath the orbs had only gotten worse with each day that passed. She really was due to see a dermatologist. Zoe grunted as she found herself fidgeting, fumbling, and rubbing at her skin. Eventually she got so frustrated, she tore her top off. She dipped her fingers beneath the undersides of her breasts. She found the puffy, irritated, under-boob skin against her ribs.

Zoe froze.

She must not have checked the area in a while, because it felt decidedly…different than ribs ought to have felt. Usually she just had the pink, puffy rash to contend with, as well as a couple of raised bumps, but this was beyond that. The area felt full and fleshy, much the way the udder had in the beginning. Feeling the color drain from her face, Zoe planted her hands against each breast and then lifted the plump E-cups somewhat to get a look at what was going on beneath him. She gasped in shock.

Had it not been for the development of the udder, she would have thought she was going mad. This would have been impossible before the udder, but now she knew better. Because against the skin that covered her ribs, perched just inches beneath her breasts, was a new pair of nipples, with the start of soft hills growing beneath them. Zoe was developing a second pair of breasts!

They were small at least, she noted through the dizziness. If there was something positive to glean from this subjectively fucked up scenario, at least her second pair of breasts was small.

Zoe had to sit down. She staggered to her bed, and plopped down at the edge, wincing as her udder wobbled against her lap, a few droplets of milk pushing free of her four teats.

How had this happened? How hadn’t she noticed?

Zoe was hyperventilating as she sat there, staring blankly forward, her hands cupping her breasts. She found the undersides of them again, running her fingers over the small heaps there. A secondary pair of breasts, each small and squishy, her new nipples delicate and little. She felt them harden and thought she might pass out.

She couldn’t figure out how she had not noticed this. It suddenly seemed impossible to ignore.

Zoe dropped onto her back, her wide eyes glued to the ceiling. She didn’t think she could function. Instead, she remained there, motionless, for who knew how many hours. Until her vision started to blur and darken around the edges. A fitful slumber overtook her.

When Zoe woke up, she didn’t know how much time had passed. She almost hoped the whole thing had been a dream.

She got up slowly, the room dark. It was nighttime, or maybe early morning. She crept towards her full-length mirror, grimacing at the discomfort of her fully engorged, hot udder rocking with each of her steps. She faced the mirror again, hastily pulling aside her clothing. Again, she raised her breasts with her hands and marveled at what had been hidden beneath them.

Somehow, they looked even more evident than before.

Hide them.

It was an impulsive thought, but one she heeded as she lowered her huge breasts back down to cover the smaller pair, and jerked her shirt down. She fidgeted with the hem.

She felt drunk from nerves. But was it really very different from her udder development? It had just been startlingly abrupt. Zoe had thought that strange new growths were behind her.

The only thing she could think to do was ignore it. Even though she was doing the opposite; hyper focused on the new anomaly. The soreness and discomfort felt suddenly sharp and searing, and she couldn’t tear her mind away. She had a second pair of breasts and there was nothing she could do about it.

Her heart jumped when there was a knock on her door, her face snapping in the direction of the sound. Breathing heavily, Zoe went to answer it.

There stood Garrett with his arms crossed, his dark eyes giving her a slow one-over. “Everything okay?” he questioned with a quirk of his brow.

Zoe’s face heated. She felt furious, yet refused to give him the pleasure of knowing it. “What do you want?” she managed through her teeth.

Gary continued to appraise her, looking somewhere between amused and intrigued. He didn’t take her seriously. She was little more than an object to him. A plaything. “We could use more help out in the back,” he said casually.

She grimaced. “Have I not…fulfilled my hours for this week?” She admittedly had not been keeping track.

“No,” he said as he leered down at her, seeming to pin her to the spot with his stare.

Zoe could not deny how her body was flushing with heat, her breasts and udder tightening until a small grunt escaped her throat.

Her body’s betrayal was nothing new. She panted quietly, cupping the udder as her mind swam in a pleasant way because she knew what was coming next. If she allowed it.

“It’s late,” she realized, once again taking note of how dark the room, and the hallway behind Garrett, was. “You didn’t come here to put me to work.”

“Didn’t I?” he stepped closer.

It made no sense to her. “Why are you attracted to this?” She motioned to her body, her self-disgust threatening the thrill of that moment.

“Wish I knew,” he responded huskily. “But I am.”

Her tank top, which had already been tight in the chest, was only getting tighter, her swollen nipples defined with explicit detail as they bulged out against the straining material. She was getting fuller, heavier, milk saturating her breasts and udder until she was groaning. And still she was swelling up, her body relentless and desperate, desperate for Garrett’s lips.

He was a breath away. He leaned yet closer. His nose brushed hers, and her eyes fluttered downwards. Her hands started lifting up, fingers wanting to twist through the material of his untucked shirt.

Then he pulled away, the sudden absence of his body heat jarring her from her stupor. Without thinking, she trailed him, following him into the corridor where he leaned back on the wall, smirking down at her.

He had wanted her to pursue; to make a show of how desperate she was. He wasn’t her captor, just her enabler.

Finally, he touched her, his hands reaching down to either side of her waist. “You’re so fucking fertile,” he muttered as he drank in her form.

Zoe blushed, finding it an odd remark.

He leaned down farther, his face finding her cleavage. A shaky grunt escaped her as she held his head and pulled him closer.

“All…your…fault,” she managed, her mammaries so tight, she felt like they could burst. This was Garrett’s fault. He had done this to her.

She could feel her tank top sliding upwards, inches of her bloated abdomen pushing free. She freed up a hand to tug fruitlessly down at her shirt.

Garrett’s hand caught hers, stopping her. His other hand wandered, finding her udder through her sweatpants, and cupping it roughly.

She groaned, her teats burning. Her body felt alight.

And then there was an unexpected noise, downstairs. A key turning in the lock, and then the front door opening. Zoe’s jumbled mind could hardly make sense of it, but Garrett’s form had gone rigid against her.

“Anyone home?” a feminine voice practically floated up the staircase.

“Josephine,” Zoe breathed.

There was the squeaking of cargo boots stomping their way up the stairs. “Dad?” Josephine called. “Zoe?”

Garrett and Zoe quickly separated, Garrett stepping away just as Josephine arrived at the top of the stairs. With a gasp, Zoe quickly turned away, hunching forward as she tried to hide her prominent changes.

There was a long pause.

“What’s going on?” Josephine said.

“We were discussing Zoe’s schedule,” Garrett lied smoothly. “I wasn’t expecting you this, Josephine.”

“I thought I’d surprise you,” Josephine deadpanned. She had to be suspicious.

“It’s — late,” Zoe managed out, still not looking back at her friend. She must have seemed insane. “I — let’s catch up tomorrow, Jo.” With that, Zoe maneuvered herself into her bedroom door, without facing Josephine once through the process. She quickly shut the door behind her, before leaning against it, trying to catch her breath.

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It was a reality check.

Josephine had nearly caught them.

Zoe was reacquainted with how stupid this whole thing was. Why had she let things get so out of control? Why didn’t she just call the authorities – tell them what Garrett had done to her. To think she was falling into bed with the very man who had turned her into a freak.

Zoe had to face this head-on. She had to confide in Josephine. She didn’t know if Josephine would even believe her but Zoe wasn’t sure it mattered. After all, there was a strong possibility that Josephine would side with her father.

It didn’t matter either way. She had to finally own up to everything. It was time to get her life back.

The following morning, Zoe cringed at her own reflection. Baggy sweatpants, baggy sweatshirt, and even a blanket around her shoulders.

She steeled herself in preparation for the conversation ahead.

And so, drawing a deep breath, Zoe walked out of her bedroom and headed down the stairs towards the living room, where she could hear Josephine watching TV.