Weeks had passed…
“I uh… I don’t know about this, Mmmariah.” Maddie tried making herself small as she stood at the doorstep of a farm on the more affluent side of Westfield. Hardly a farm, they had two goats, and a few chickens.
“It’s gonna be alright, we’ve taken all the right precautions.” Mariah was straightening the coveralls that she had made custom for Maddie. Just above Maddie’s left breast was an embroidered patch that had her name in a fancy script. “We talked about this. You wanted to see more of the world beyond your door, and our apartment is nearly always immaculate. You’ve been practically training for this for years.” In the weeks that had passed since Mariah moved in with Maddie, they schemed together to form a business together. Combining Maddie being a homebody most of her young adult life and Mariah’s business skills “Maddie’s Maid Business” was born.
“Well, besides the bedroom.” Maddie smirked as she looked up from under the brim of a cap she wore to hide her horns, her hair pulled over her ears and coming together in a braid. They would arrange for those going on vacation or just needing a sprucing up to leave their home in enough time for Maddie to clean their home and be out before they returned...and sometimes just in time for Maddie to get milked again. As a side business, which almost had to remain a side business seeing how Maddie was still very much a cow, Maddie and Mariah had been selling Maddie’s milk: to hospitals, grocers, and other farmers.
Mariah smiled at her and tugged the brim playfully. “Well that’s another story entirely. Alright, you look good! Get in there and I’ll be back with lunch in a couple hours. Remember, if you need anything at all just call me. The Smiths said they’d be in Switzerland till next week so there’s no risk of them walking in on you.” Mariah loved this, she would do anything for Maddie, and she loved the busy work.
Maddie’s massive, blushing tits had gone down in size since Mariah was able to keep her on a consistent and rigorous milking schedule. The rigorous aspect being born out the fact they had sex nearly every night from constantly fondling Maddie’s breasts and udder. “I can’t thank you enough for mmmmaking sure this all goes off without a hitch.” Nowadays Maddie looked about as big as any plump, chubby, or curvaceous woman, and when fully milked she still had K cup breasts. Her wide hips and plump ass made anyone jealous regardless. Her udder was at a manageable size and under certain clothes it appeared as just part of her soft belly.
“Of course, you know I’d do anything for you. Chicken fingers with fries sound good for lunch later?”
“Mmmmmmm, yes.” Maddie licked her lips as her eyes went wide. “Mmmmaybe a mmmmilkshake too?”
“A milkshake it is!” Mariah said as she booped Maddie’s nose and spun around to leave. She turned back as she approached the car, “I love you!”
Maddie blushed through the fine fuzz on her face. “I— “ she looked around as she straightened her posture and puffed out her chest “—I love yooooou toooOOO!” Maddie mooed loudly from the front door. She smiled and waved as Mariah pulled away, gathering some bravery before waddling in through the door.
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For the first fifteen minutes, Maddie felt tense remembering that she was in a stranger’s home. She clumsily set down the cleaning supplies and wrung her hands together. Taking a deep breath, she calmed down and got to work. She shuffled around, cleaning the house for the first hour with no trouble. She began to work up a sweat though, and without disrobing in a stranger’s home, she needed to find a way to cool down. She unzipped the coveralls enough that some of the heat vented from her chest, she could feel sweat making her breasts slide together when she moved. Maddie pulled the coveralls over her shoulders, exposing her toned arms and tying the sleeves around her waist. Now exposed from the waist up, her belly and breasts were free to cool off. Her udder hung in a little custom sling underneath her clothes. Mariah made sure to tailor the coveralls to have enough room in the crotch for her udder...not to mention her thighs. Maddie continued to stay busy around the country style home, admiring the life that seemed to bloom out in this wide open space. Pictures of The Smiths, Laila and Christine, practically littered the walls and various table tops, they seemed effortlessly happy. Laila was a tall, lithe framed woman with brown skin and a mane of gorgeous dark brown waves for hair. Christine was much shorter than her, probably coming in at about 5’3”, and had hips almost as wide it seemed. Maddie noticed that Christine also seemed nearly as busty as Maddie, which seemed impossible unless-- okay that’s ridiculous, Maddie thought. The odds of a cow-woman tending to the home of another cow-woman have got to be lower than that. Maddie wasn’t jealous of the pictorial history of The Smith’s life though, in fact she saw that perhaps this could be a future that her and Mariah might share together.
2 Hours Later
Maddie was working hard, really working up a sweat and at this point had completely disrobed, now working in just her bra and underwear. As much as Maddie hated being this vulnerable in a stranger’s home, it helped immensely. But soon that unfortunately wasn’t enough. She opened the fridge to see what was there and as she opened it remembered that since The Smiths were away on a trip, the pickings were scarce. In the bottom shelf of the fridge was a single glass bottle of milk. The Smiths boasted a profitable dairy farm, though now that Maddie thought about it there was no sign of a cow anywhere (except her). Maybe they’ve just got one really over productive goat. Should I? I feel like they’re gonna know that the one bottle of goat’s milk is gone. The heat radiating from Maddie’s face answered with another sweltering wave, her cheeks flushing red and a dewy layer of sweat forming on her face. At this point… anything cold will do. Maddie reached for the milk, uncorked with a *pop*, and brought the bottle to her lips. “Mmmmm, that’s good!” Maddie exclaimed, and rummaged through the cabinets to get a glass. She poured the bottle and watched the white liquid splash and swirl into the cup. I’m definitely helping them, this milk would have gone bad by the time they got home.
As Maddie gulped down the cold, refreshing milk she felt chills run through her. She just kept gulping… and gulping… and gulping. She almost slammed down the now empty glass back onto the counter. “Whoa! I— I mmmust’ve been really thirsty.” Maddie looked suspiciously at the bottle of milk, and what remained inside. “Who knew goat’s milk was so good?” With little left to inspect, Maddie shrugged and poured the rest of the milk into the glass, licking the milk mustache from her upper lip. Once again, Maddie brought the glass to her lips and gulped… and gulped. She didn’t even stop to take a breath, gasping from drinking without stopping. The cup had hardly any milk left but Maddie wasn’t one to waste as she brought the glass to her lips for one last little sip, when she felt her tongue leap out of her mouth and swirl around, lapping up the milk. “Mmmuh!! Muh!” Maddie yelped, clasping her hand over her mouth and gawking at the glass. Reluctantly but curiously, she brought the milk to her mouth slowly, parting her lips. Maddie’s tongue dove down into the glass and prodded around at the bottom of the glass. Has my tongue always been this long? Maddie thought as she pressed her fingers to her mouth, trying to remember how she’s mutated over the years. Now that the milk was gone, Maddie felt much better. She leaned against the counter and breathed a sigh of relief as she was now cooled off.
Maddie threw away the empty bottle of milk and began to rinse and wash the glass over the sink, as she shut the hissing faucet off she could hear a muffled gurgling sound…coming from her chest. “Wha— what??” Maddie clutched one of her breasts as she felt it push against her hand. I can’t be ready to pump yet! Mariah helped me just before we drove over. I— Maddie turned and looked at the empty bottle on the counter, mocking her for her hubris. Was it-- is it the milk? A cold panic shot through Maddie as she felt an all too familiar tingle in her nipples. “Mmmmmuh!” Maddie shuddered and leaned over the sink, the bra she wore was beginning to feel tighter and tighter. Maddie went to unclasp her bra enough to get some relief, and as she tried to squeeze her massive tits together just enough to undo the clasp the bra snapped apart and breasts bounced out. “Oh, this can’t be gooooood.” Maddie massaged and pressed on her tits, which were slowly swelling with milk. The tingling in her nipples was growing more and more intense, and then she felt it, the milk escaping from them. “Oh, where is Mariah?” Maddie panicked and dug her phone from her pocket.
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Mariah was in the drive-thru receiving the paper bag full of hot food when her phone rang. “Hello—“
“Mmmoo-riah! Come back, quickly! MOOOOOO!!”
“Maddie, what’s wrong?!” Mariah flung the bag into the passenger seat and tore off onto the main road without any hesitation, errant horns honking behind her.
“Mmmmmilk, I drank milk! Commmmme quick!”
Maddie didn’t know what to think. “I’m coming, stay right there, clean up and get ready!” She hung up and sped off down the road.
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Maddie frantically looked around to —thankfully— an immaculate looking house, aside from the glass bottle that once held milk and her now tits leaking into the sink. Maddie snatched her coveralls off the floor and stuck her feet through the leg holes. As she pulled them around her hips, she felt resistance, like the coveralls wouldn’t fit around her butt. “Mmmuh?” Maddie felt her ass and squeezed her cheeks, feeling them push back against her hands. “Mmmmy ass? What?” Maddie shook her head in panic as if by banishing knowledge of her expanding ass that it might stop. She shimmied her hips side to side, her udder bouncing and sloshing, as the coveralls inched up and over her hips. Maddie put her arms through the sleeves and reached for the zipper, she yanked up and her hand it her belly. “What now??” Maddie’s belly had grown, slowly but surely getting more plump and plush. “Mmmoooooo no!” Maddie stopped fussing with the zipper and started scurrying around the house, snatching up every last tool back into the case and set it down by the door. Taking one last look around, she thought to take the glass bottle with her and snatched it off the counter. As she whipped back around, standing in the middle of the kitchen, she heard the door open. Maddie knew it couldn’t be Mariah and shoved the bottle between her tits. Maddie tried zipping up her coveralls again, this time she shoved part of her arm over her breasts and pressed down to make room. As she pressed, she felt milk spray out and wet the chest of her coveralls.The milk coming out of her began to form wet spots on her coveralls, and droplets began to seep through the fabric. Her breasts kept swelling and swelling, enveloping the glass bottle that was cold against her warm skin.
The Smiths walked in…
Layla, taller than Maddie imagined, sounded surprised “Oh! You must be the maid! Sorry to barge in like this but we caught a flight and forgot to call to let you know we were coming home a few days early— Are you okay?” A vision of a very curvaceous girl stood in their kitchen, with a bloated belly and breasts that could feed a village.
Maddie stood like a deer in the headlights as she remembered to bow her head and duck behind the brim of her cap. “Uh, uh yeah! Just-- mmmmfinishing up actually! Mmmm I’m on mmmmy way out the door now!” Maddie tried not to tackle the couple as she blew past them.
“What a strange girl.”
“Quite… Did you see the size of her hips? Remarkable.”
Maddie ran down the porch steps, her chest jostling and bouncing with each step, two large wet spots on her coveralls dripping with white liquid. As she took her last steps onto the ground, Maddie could see Mariah pulling up.
“Maddie, get in! What happened?” She leaned over and threw open the passenger door. Her bovine girlfriend frantically waddling over and falling in ass first.
“MmmmmoooOOOOO!!! Just drive!” Maddie began to tear up as she slammed the car door and threw her head back. Her coveralls almost splitting at the zipper.
Mariah could see that Maddie was going through something different than before, and reached behind the passenger seat for a spare bucket. “Here, use this babe.”
Maddie wiped her eyes and took the bucket from Mariah, hurriedly whipping out the glass bottle from between her massive tits, letting it fall onto the carpeted floor of the car, and leaning onto her breasts. “Ohhhhh mmmmooooOOOOOO!!!” Maddie let out a primal moo. “Thank yoooOOOUUUU!! Oh god damn it, thank you Moo-riah.”
“So what happened?” Mariah slowed her driving to the speed limit and started on her way home.
Maddie sniffled, wiping some tears away. “Well, I-- I-- I got hot, and there was just mmmmilk in the fridge so I thought I could-- and-- and--” Maddie gasped between sobs and gestured to her swollen chest as she leaned on her overfilled tits again, sending jets of milk into the bucket.
“It’s gonna be okay! We’re gonna get home, milk you until you’re comfortable, and figure out what happened.” Mariah reassured Maddie.
“I— MMmmmmmMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.” Maddie wailed as the jets slowed to a trickle, and then suddenly stopped. “Whoooooa, that feels so much better. It just-- I was swelling up everywhere and I was— Oh mmmy ass too. My hips were growing! That’s not supposed to happen!” Maddie whimpered in defeat. “And The Smiths! They came home early!”
“I saw their car. Did they see you, do we need to—“
“Nooooo, no. I think we’ll be oooookay. Although, on of them said something about mmmy butt I think.” Maddie said with a little giggle at the end, smiling through the tears.
Mariah softly giggled along with her. “Haha oh? You mean this butt??” Mariah poked and prodded the side of Maddie’s hips and ass that spilled over the seat of the car, her finger sinking in deep.
“Mmmooo stop! I’ll get horny.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that now would we?” Mariah smirked at Maddie as she pulled into their driveway.