Zoe the Maid, Part 10

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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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“Zoe, where are you!?” demanded Pam, one of Zoe’s classmates. “The test is in 15. You promised me notes!”

“Wait…what…?” said Zoe as she blinked the remaining sleepiness from her eyes. She looked out the window to see the sun halfway over the horizon. Her brain was working slowly. Test? “Shit,” she said, suddenly wide awake. She had a test that morning!

“Get your ass over here!” snapped Pam, before hanging up the phone.

If Zoe missed this test, there was no way she was passing Calculus. Again cursing under her breath, she pushed back her chair and stood.

Zoe had to pause for a moment, her mounds wobbling. The mounds being her huge EE-cup tits, and the volleyball sized cow-udder protruding from her pubic region. She grimaced as she cupped the udder, awkwardly making her way towards the door. By then, the maid uniform was far too small for her, most of the top buttons having torn apart.

When Zoe made it to her bedroom, she was too tired to even think. Her breasts and udder were aching, all of them tight, hot, and sweaty, but that was another thing she didn’t have time to deal with. She pulled off her apron and dress as quickly as she could, replacing them with a tank top and oversized sweatpants. Ordinarily she would try to be more discreet, but she was just so overheated. She didn’t think she could stand to have anything else covering her, especially not when she had to rush to school and somehow get through a complex mathematics exam.

Zoe paused only briefly to look at herself in the mirror. She appeared normal enough up top, the tank top tight on her and displaying a generous line of cleavage. Her skin was flush, pink, and visibly damp. Zoe wiped a stray bead of sweat off her forehead.

The tank top didn’t fully cover her visibly bloated stomach. There were a few inches of exposed flesh beneath it. And her sweatpants, although baggy, could not hide the protruding bulge of the udder. Zoe frowned and looked around. She opened a drawer in her bureau and pulled out a sweatshirt. She tied the sweatshirt around her waist, checking her reflection again. It helped, but mildly. It added to the generalized girth of her hips but hopefully detracted from the prominence of the udder.

Zoe lightly shook her head. As uncomfortable as she was with her appearance, she had to get to school. She pulled her wavy hair out of its bun and shook it around her head. Again reaching down to cradle the perpetually-wobbling udder, Zoe grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, then made her way to the door.

The drive to campus reacquainted Zoe with how uncomfortable her body was. She just felt so full. Packed with milk. She desperately needed release.

Just the thought of Garrett left her grunting as her hands squeezed the steering wheel, a shock of pleasure shooting through her lower abdomen.

But Zoe shook the thought away. It was just another distraction. She pulled her car into the student lot and quickly found a parking spot.

Zoe got out of the car and made her way to the building, every step seeming more pronounced than ever, her face reddening as her mounds bobbed under the pressure of their contents. She was just so full. Zoe did her best to focus. She had to get to the exam room; had to get through this test.

She was disheveled, her clothing askew when she finally opened the door to the lecture hall. Everyone looked up at her arrival. She was audibly panting, too much of her tits sticking out over the box-neckline of her top, her rounded belly protruding under the hem, and her pubic region looking oddly puffy in the sweatpants.

After only a momentary stare, the students all lowered their gazes back to the test papers they had been poring over. The professor gave Zoe a narrow look and nodded to an empty desk. Zoe gave a strained grin as she made her way over to it, still gasping for breath.

She grunted as she seated herself, her udder shivering slightly as it settled against her lap. She flinched at the discomfort. She still felt incredibly hot, especially beneath the layers of sweats she was wearing on her lower body. She couldn’t help tugging at the waistband, trying to let some of the room’s cool air make contact with her sweaty udder. Zoe quickly let go of her pants as Professor Smith walked over to her, the waistband snapping back into place with an audible pop. She winced but managed not to yelp.

“Is everything okay, Miss Foster?” he asked quietly.

Zoe gave a jerky nod, her tits heaving. Professor Smith seemed to catch himself staring and quickly looked away. She needed to be emptied. Her cheek twitched as sweat rolled down her temple.

“There is one hour left,” Professor Smith informed. He handed her a packet of test papers, gave her chest one more look, then turned and walked back to his desk, where he took to monitoring the other students.

Zoe shifted her attention to her exam. She lifted her pencil and scribbled down equations. She wrenched her focus back to the paper every time it wandered to her body. She could feel the way her nipples were protruding visibly, so hard and swollen, she was certain they had grown twice their original size. She could feel the surrounding students throwing her glances.

Zoe struggled through the exam. Sometimes her free hand couldn’t help wandering down, touching the puffy bulge under her sweatpants, as though to ensure that it was — that it hadn’t — she didn’t know, she just couldn’t help touching it. She was pouring sweat, her chest and udder heaving. It was all just desperately uncomfortable.

She stared at the equations, working through them on autopilot. It was all a haze; she was just grateful she was fairly good at this subject. There was a chance she could pass if she just managed to hold it together.

Something happened between all her fidgeting and palming. The teats on her udder got increasingly hard and distended, the same way her nipples did in their arousal. But the teats were obviously much larger, and more sensitive, causing Zoe’s whole body to tense and shiver as they tented out her pants. She suffered a dizzy spell, her feet shifting and her thighs rubbing together. She was practically drooling from the relentless overstimulation of her hypersensitive body.

“Time’s up!” Professor Smith called.

Zoe didn’t know whether to be grateful that she could leave, or distraught that she wasn’t vaguely sure how she had done. She just hoped she hadn’t managed to fail. That would be devastating to her college career.

As she fidgeted with her clothing, tugging at her tank top, trying to get her teats to relax a little, the few dozen other students stood and made a prompt exit, some of them looking troubled about their own performances.

Finally, the room had been emptied of students, and Zoe was only just heaving herself to her feet, wincing and freezing up as she tried to adjust her severely tender body.

“Can I have a word with you, Miss Foster?”

Zoe looked up, gritting her teeth as she realized Professor Smith was still present, gathering up the test papers. He walked over to where she was standing beside her desk, one of her hands gripping the back of her seat, while the other was still unconsciously cradling her heavy udder.

“Your grades are slipping, Zoe,” said Professor Smith. He kept his expression carefully neutral, though his eyes still seemed to wander.

It should have bothered her, but somehow it had the opposite effect. After all, he was still young – she would estimate he was in his early thirties – and kind of attractive, with dark brown hair and a full beard covering his strong jaw line.

Zoe’s face twisted. She pressed her lips to smother a grunt. She couldn’t believe how intensely horny she was. It clearly had something to do with all the hormones and things that had set her body on this strange course of growth and milk production. She just tried to avert her eyes, breathing evenly as she responded, “I know, sir. It’s been a crazy month, but I’m gonna get on top of things.” She flinched at her use of words.

On top of things, like Garrett’s cock, his face smothered by her fat tits as she urged him to drink. Drink until she came.

God, Professor Smith was tall. She wondered if he would be willing to empty her. For a fleeting instant, she imagined it. Her eyes fluttered and she felt feverish.

“Miss…Foster?”

Zoe snapped out of her reverie. “S-sorry,” she stammered, her shoulders trembling.

“Why don’t I take you to see the nurse?” he said, his eyes appraising her.

Maybe he would take her to his car. Or they could stay in the room, right there, and —

“I should go!” Zoe blurted, not knowing what had come over her.

The man was startled. “Zoe…”

But she had to get out of there. She felt completely insane. And so flustered, sweaty, and disoriented as she was, Zoe hurried toward the door, her breasts and her udder wobbling.

“Zoe!” Professor Smith protested.

“See you Monday!” she called as she hurried out of the room, not even sure she was being honest. Would she make it to class on Monday? She wasn’t sure. She hoped she would at least be in a better mental state, yet her only route to that outcome seemed to be ceding to her ravenous desires.

Her eyes were leaking at the corners by the time she got back to the house. The car vibrations had just been too much. Zoe staggered in, making her way to her bedroom. Her panties were soaked, her legs feeling as though they might buckle at any moment.

The udder was absolutely pulsing. Getting more and more engorged, to the point that it was painful. Her four teats were sticking out like little fingers, pushing at her sweatpants, making the material tent out even more.

She wondered if her lactation corresponded with her horniness. Or maybe her increasing rate of milk production was just a product of her constant movement and fidgeting, her mammaries getting stimulated.

She had almost made it into her bedroom, when a door farther down the hallway opened. Zoe urged herself to keep moving, but for some reason, she stood there frozen.

As Garrett stepped into the hallway, his eyes met hers. Zoe’s face heated, her mounds positively throbbing. The udder was pulsing and tingling. It felt as though it was tightening. Zoe grunted as she hunched down to clutch it through her clothing.

“You all right?” Garrett said with no actual concern. Instead his eyes were intent; hungry.

“Nngghh…” Zoe couldn’t fight it. She could feel her body shifting and changing, her teats distending almost painfully, the udder as a whole puffing out. She wanted to push the waistband down to free the hot swell. Her breasts were unbearably tight, her nipples stinging.

She whimpered as her hands fumbled, pulling feebly at her clothing, wanting to free herself of constriction. But the constriction was her own skin.

There was a burning sensation that sparked at the tips of each of her teats. Zoe clutched the doorframe for support, moaning helplessly. The ache spread, the mound throbbing and tingling, equal parts pleasurable and painful. Tears, sweat, and saliva mixed to roll down her chin. She could feel the front of her tank top growing damp, her milk, blessedly, finally releasing.

Garrett’s lips twisted into a smirk. “Look at you,” he taunted. His gaze traveled downward.

And then it happened. She felt it. Warm fluid pouring into the front of her pants. Zoe looked down at herself, shocked to find that not only her nipples were leaking – her teats were as well. Generously. The front of her pants rapidly soaked through, until milk was dripping onto the floor, pooling at her feet.

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