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Summary:  A woman is hexed by her employer and develops a small, growing udder. Contains: Female: udder development, breast expansion, possibly more.

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She had been hoping that everything would miraculously be okay in the morning, but she was still more freakish than ever before. The transparent slip of a dress from last night was the only thing that came close to fitting her. Anna stared down at the E-cups bobbing on her chest, a set of four, uniform and perfect in their round plumpness. She couldn’t believe how much Mr. Wallace was changing her.

Anna knew that she had to get out of there, but who would have her? She had doubts that any person would offer her even paid board, freak that she was. And a job was completely out of the question. Anna felt completely helpless, and indeed, she was.

She wanted to bound her breasts, offer them some support against the continual bobbing and the maddening rubbing of her nipples against anything she donned, but they were just too full and hot, too uncomfortable. They were left to perch high and free on her torso.

It only took a few minutes for her nipples to start leaking. She stared blankly down as the fabric grew damper in four growing patches of moisture that eventually connected. The fabric began to drip, her nipples pink and evident against the soaked white material. They seemed to push and distend as they became more defined by the thin fabric that was, by then, pasted against her. Her nipples were large and fat, but also unnaturally long, almost resembling small teats. They were almost painfully sensitive, and as much as they seemed to beg for attention, Anna dared not to touch them.

There was a brisk knock on the door which startled Anna out of her reverie. Usually at this time she would expect gifts left by silent admirers the night before. Though she wanted to be left alone, the knocking persisted. Anna crept over and opened the door by just a few inches.

A strong arm pushed it wide, causing Anna to step back. She found herself face to face with Mr. Wallace himself, his expression as stern as ever, but now he was regarding her. Her body. His eyes were traveling along her deformed state, tracing every curve.

She felt herself go red.

“You are not to receive any further gifts,” Wallace said, his eyes snapping back up to her face. “It is hardly appropriate while you are under my roof. And there have been complaints from the other maids.”

“S-sorry,” Anna stammered, completely baffled by the harsh reprimand. She had never solicited them. The gifts had never been of any consequence, just something that picked her up on the murkier days.

“You should be,” Wallace warned coldly, stepping forward, and Anna found herself backing away yet more. She hit the wall of her small quarters, and Mr. Wallace was right there before her. He was so close that he was almost brushing the distended teats of her udder. And then he was touching them, his body hot as she tried to recoil, but there was no space to.

Then he moved closer.

It felt strangely…pleasant, in a way that nothing else did. Now her hard nipples were grazing his lean chest as he pressed himself all the firmer and all the harder. Her breath shuddered.

She had thought that Mr. Wallace hated her, but this behavior seemed far from hate. It was too…intimate.

His eyes were hooded. He dropped to his knees, causing her to gasp from how unexpected it was.

He held her hips carefully, one finger after the next resting upon them. His face was so close, like he was smelling her, her udder. She could see milk seeping now, spreading moisture across the fabric that stretched over the swollen pink flesh.

“Can I?” said Mr. Wallace huskily.

Anna did not know what he was asking. A whimper escaped her, and she found herself nodding hurriedly. His hold on her tightened.

Then he was slowly drawing up the dress, resting it on the highest curve of the udder, so the massive mound protruded free and naked, and Wallace was back to appraising it. Examining her. His handiwork. For a fleeting instant, she thought it was entirely clinical, but then he leaned forward, and his tongue slid hotly against a teat.

“Mmmmm…” the hum escaped her, as she slumped back on the wall, feeling boneless all the sudden.

Wallace leaned yet closer, to catch the teat between his lips. No one had ever done this before. Just the—the calves. But no one with this deliberate intention, as Wallace drew the whole thing into his mouth and took a long, slow suck.

She groaned. Her legs quavered. Her hands reached down, gripping his muscular shoulders. “Gods…” she breathed, having never anticipated this level of pleasure. She had never been touched by another person. This was almost ludicrous, it was almost too much.

Arms wrapping around her, Wallace pulled her close and sucked indulgently. She didn’t know how long she was slumped there, breathing and twitching, trying to contain her groans and keep herself upright. She lost count of the number of times she came.

When it was over, Mr. Wallace was considerate enough to dump her on the bed. She gazed dazedly up on him. He still looked rapt and hungry, eyes now trailing over her four breasts. But he licked his lips and turned away. “To your duties, then.”

“Wh…at?” was all Anna could say.

Mr. Wallace just frowned, and walked off, through the door, closing it behind him.

Anna gazed blankly at the ceiling, trying to figure out what on earth was going on.

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The udder was so tender now.

So were her breasts, inconveniently enough.

Everything was hot, throbbing, and seeping perpetually. Her breasts must have swelled to EE-cups just over the course of the day. Her udder was a massive, heavy swell between her hips. Her makeshift wrap was straining and failing under the increasing burden of it. It was just too big.

Anna found herself rubbing it frequently, counterproductive though this proved. When she was summoned that evening for yet another event, she felt flustered, weary, and overwhelmed with it all.

But she donned the provided attire. The outfit didn’t even pose as something that wasn’t lingerie this time.

It consisted of a double-cupped corset bra, her four breasts utterly stretching it out. Her comparatively lean torso was left bare, then there were matching panties, and a garter belt that hung about her plump hips and backside. The belt had a built-in harness that contained her udder in an assortment of straps, her four teats protruding out between them.

Anna was appalled by the attire. She wrapped a blanket about herself, and hesitated to leave.

But as always, she did what she was obligated to. She arrived to the expansive hall, where the blanket was promptly snatched away by a butler. She stood stiff and frozen before many hungry eyes.

Anna found Mr. Wallace’s gaze, and it was sharp and possessive as always, but there was less coldness, and something gentle about the weariness with which he watched her that night. Breathing deeply, Anna waddled her way over to his table, and went to serve him first. He was the host, after all.

But Wallace stopped her, grabbing her wrist in a grip that was almost painfully tight. She gasped and looked at him in fear. She wondered if he would hex her again, or if he had grown bored or displeased by her. She trembled slightly as he stood, and she was reacquainted with how very tall he was. She wanted to retreat, but forced herself not to move from her spot. His tight grip never left her wrist.

Then Wallace lowered himself to his knees, causing her eyes to widen. She wondered if he would nurse from her in front of all those people—it would be humiliating. She felt her eyes begin to sting when Mr. Wallace reached into his pocket with his free hand, and offered her something that made her lungs stop working.

A diamond ring. She stared at it, certain that she was misunderstanding. But what else could it mean?

“Marry me,” he said, gazing up at her entreatingly.

Anna was at a loss for words. Somehow she managed to nod.

So he fancied her.

The room broke into applause.

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1 Year Later

Anna Wallace had no patience for mediocrity. “What is this,” she said of the foul-tasting stew, which might as well have been gruel, she thought. “I can’t eat this. It’s disgusting.”

“I’m sorry Mrs. Wallace,” said Anette, the head maid, as she hurriedly tried to take the dishes away.

“And yet I’m still hungry,” said Anna. Her belly growled loudly as a testament of this fact. “Get out of my sight. Send Diana with my proper meal.”

“Yes Mrs. Wallace.” Anette bowed and hurried off. Anna groaned and leaned back, trying to find a comfortable position in her seat, but as always, there was none.

She wanted to stand. Anna put her hands flat on the table, and tried to heave herself up, grunting and straining. Her breasts shuddered, nipples wobbling. It wasn’t a long struggle, but her face was burning hot and her limbs were starting to ache. “Arthur,” she groaned.

Her husband strolled in from the next room, adjusting his tie. He frowned at the sight of her. “You know you’re not supposed to be straining yourself,” he reproved as he came to her side, and with effort, helped her to stand. Anna gasped clinging to him.

Each of her breasts was the size of a honeydew, and her udder was a massive fleshy mound hanging between her thighs, round and plump and so large as to extend to her knees. But her belly was massive. Absolutely huge. It was wider than the rest of her, and protruded from her form like a bolder. Anna arched to support it, her back straining. She four nipples began to dribble keenly into the straining dress she was wearing. Arthur helped shift her belly to the table, at least taking some of the weight off her back.

“How much longer?” Anna moaned. She wanted her babies free of her body already.

“You know you aren’t due for another month,” Arthur said, stroking her swell idly.

Anna gave a miserable hum, her insides churning. “If I grow another inch I’ll burst,” she told him.

“You have several more inches to grow,” her husband responded. “And I assure you, you will bear it.”

The End