Jim entered the next room, and saw the maid standing in the center clutching her bosom. Large wet spots had formed on either nipple. Her breasts had swelled to the size of overripe cantelopes, and as far as jim could tell, she was still rapidly filling with milk.

"What's all the screeming about?" He asked as it was what he had intended to say before he came in.

"I guess I paid too much for my muffler! What do you think the screaming is about you idiot?! Somebody hid a ray gun under the couch, and when I went to vacuum under it I was shot! Unless there's some sort of dairy shortage that someone thought it was my job to end, then I'd have to say that these are the obvious problem!" She said cuppting her tits- which had now bloated to the size of watermelons.

"Well on the bright side you've retained your composure despite a rapidly swelling bustline better thn 70% of women in BE stories." Jim replied matter-of-factly.

She groaned as the first four buttons shot from her overstrained blouse. Her cest bounced out and jiggled madly; her nipples must have been 3" long, and a full half inch wide.

"This is starting to hurt! I need to be milked RIGHT NOW!" She yelled while massaging her milk-bloated bosom.

Jim replied: