"Hyper Busty Pokemaids! Guaranteed to become however big you want without complaint! They'll do all the chores, and aren't afraid to flaunt their stuff doing it! Give them a grope, they don't mind!" On and on, and such drivel.

That commercial's been played a thousand times by now, I reckon...and I've been hooked since the first. Truthfully, my house is small. I don't need much done. But I do make enough to hire one from the company...and to indulge myself, of course. It's not often you'll get such cute-looking Pokemon willing to grow above and beyond what's reasonable for their size, and still manage to move around, let alone flawlessly do their work. You'd think with a massive chest, it'd get in their way, but I've seen them work - it doesn't.

In fact, I've been challenging them to go bigger and bigger to see at what point they'd be unable to do some things. There's this one maid I rent out a lot, a Celebi; she's the cutest little thing. Not even as tall as my torso and she's hefting around basketball-sized breasts as if they're nothing. She wasn't that size when I first employed her, but she's been much larger as well. And since I need her...'services' often, I doubt she's able to find a place to store all that milk I make her carry. It's likely she's compressing it inside her breasts, and only allowing some size through. One day I'll get her to show me her full size...when I finally move out, of course. I'll write off the damages as accidental.

It won't be long until she shows up today. I better get ready...

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"Hello, Master! Did you require my service today?" A voice rings out in the room, though no door or window has been opened. She's arrived, as she usually does: teleporting in. Turning to see her, she's wearing her usual French maid getup, hidden mostly by her monstrous breasts, reaching down to her knees. The few articles of clothing that could be seen above her bustline are the puffy white shoulders, the headpiece, and the little bow used to tie her hair up in a knot. She's tightened her top to allow for maximum spillage, as well. It looks as though any one jiggle would be enough to make a nipple pop out. I haven't asked how stretchy that outfit is, but I'm guessing it's near its breaking point already.

"Yes, I have. First thing's first, though, we have to get you plumped up to a more...respectable level." No doubt she's already seen what's behind me on this table. Five gallons of cold milk. Watching her look over them, I wish I were a Psychic so I could read her mind. Her smile seemed to waver a little, but in what way, I'm not sure. I motion to the closest. "Best to drink it all before it spoils."

"It is as you please, Master." She still sounds as charming as ever. If it's bothering her that I'm pushing her limits, she's not showing it. I'd expect nothing less from someone who's the star model of this whole Hyper Pokemon Maid business. She floats over and unscrews the cap to the first gallon, heaving it up over her enlarged breasts and gulping down mouthful after mouthful.

"Don't spill a drop now. I bought all that milk just for you." True as that may be, it's not just the milk she's drinking. All of the caps have been unscrewed already, and I hope she's picked up on that at least. Before she arrived, I grounded up some lactation pills and laced each gallon with some of it. And because of how her body purifies the milk into boob size, as that's how she's grown before (the company is quick to promote drinking milk as a way of growth), that's only going to add to her size.

By the time she finished the first gallon, her breasts have already escaped the confines of her dress, resting on the table comfortably at a little less than twice the size of her body. Even now, she could stand on the table and still struggle to look over them, and yet there's four more gallons to go through. She pants, having taken it all in without breathing much between gulps, and there's a blush on her face. She rests her hands on her soft bust, getting used to their immense size and weight. A few drops of milk escape from her nipples and onto the table from the squishing.

"Ah ah, when I said to not spill a drop, I meant from either the milk OR your boobs." I point to her nipples, and she tenses up a little. Not wanting to go against the company's code, she seems to pull back in the milk as best she could, and attempts to hold it in...if not barely.

"Master, ah...! If I drink the rest of this, are you sure I'll be able to do your chores with ease?" There's a tremble in her voice now, and I think she's realized just how big I want her. Of course, she didn't expect the lactation drugs to be mixed in there, and I'm sure she can feel her tits produce that extra little bit of milk to make them that much fuller. She looks so cute, doubled over on top of her tits...but she's been larger. She knows this.

"Of course. You can handle it, I know you can. You've handled smaller enlargements before, right?" I pick up the second gallon and set it down on her bust in front of her. She shivers a bit from the cold emanating from the gallon.

"I, I have...yes. I'll do my best, Master." She floats upward with the gallon in tow and struggles to hold the carton in a comfortable spot. I hold it in place for her, tilting it forward so the laced milk meets her lips. Her breasts visibly grow with each little gulp now, and I can see them bulging outwards, skin stretching as more mass is added. It's not long before even her heightened position is compromised by her swelling bust, now at least three times her size and still sitting on the table, still growing. It's such a delicious size, seeing her small frame up against them, but she's been larger...quite a bit larger.

I squish a hand into her bust, knowing full well she's likely as entranced by their size as I am. For what other reason would she allow this with her strength and willingness? A moan held back in her throat confirms my theory. "Good girl. Just three more to go. I know you can do it~." She makes a curious noise, but I can't tell if it's a coo or a groan.

The Celebi looks down at her gigantic breasts, trying to levitate and not squish into them with her body. "Are they...getting bigger than they usually do?" She's panting even more lewdly than before, and I can tell she's struggling not to let her bodily instincts let out a drop of milk by the way her wings jitter about. Before, they were fluttering as if she was flying, but now they seem to be as tensed as her body. The table was beginning to creak and bend under the weight of her immense pink breasts, so I moved the gallons of milk she still has yet to drink to the nearby chairs.

"Come, let's get you off of there before you break the table." She obliges, and uses her Psychic to pick up her breasts with ease. With them floating in front of her, she looks so small in comparison, and it's easy to tell that just them being this big is causing her pleasure. Her knees were trembling even now, floating midair. She sets herself down in front of me, facing away. There's enough room in front of her to still grow a considerable distance without knocking into anything, but with three gallons left for her to drink, she'll be lucky to not touch the walls.

I have to bend down to get the gallon to her lips, each gulp causing her to swell out by the inch. Watching them grow like this with such a prime view was mesmerizing, and she didn't look at all perturbed or strained. By the time she finished this gallon, her tits reached up to my chest while squished against the floor. Her tiny body was hopelessly outsized by them, with her body laying on top of her massive orbs, only a few feet from me.

It's obvious that she's in pleasure over her bust, and her expression is...pure bliss. Holding in that much milk inside her is becoming more of an apparent and noticeable struggle, and the size of her chest has made moving around nearly impossible - at least, physically. With her Psychic powers backed up by her mythical strength, she's bound to still be able to move at this size, but this is larger than she's ever gotten before. I kinda feel bad for her, considering she's going to have to compress herself down to a more normal size after this, but I really do want to see her get larger...and I think at this point, she does as well.

"Master, I...I don't think I can clean with them this big...they feel so good, I...!" She hugs her bust, still trying her hardest to not let out a single drop of milk. The lactation drugs were causing her to swell noticeably with each passing minute, but I didn't slow down giving her the next gallon, either. Each drop of milk adds exponentially smaller to her bust now, with the bulk of the growth coming from the milk she's producing over time. Still, she didn't push away, nor did she try to avoid it. Her willingness to go larger...I wouldn't dare to think she's doing it for me or my sake. Perhaps it's that she wanted this all along, and I'm the first to indulge her in what she's really wanted...and was the reason she'd join such a company in the first place. Perhaps that's projecting a little too hard, but how can I think otherwise when her bust lay before me, growing larger than my body in size, yet she's drinking the laced milk with such bravery...

"One more gallon to go, darling. Then I'll let you have at your duties." I move to grab the last gallon of milk, and luckily I didn't have to reach far around the wide-spreading breasts taking up most of my living space. They've pushed the table they were setting on before to the far wall, and are close to touching both the side walls and the ceiling. I can hear the milk gurgling around inside as well - and if I can, she can.

"B-but, but Master, they're too full, I...!" Her eyes lit up upon seeing the gallon of milk enter her line of sight, though she still protested. "I'm going to lactate if I drink another drop...!"

I unscrewed the cap on the gallon, having less and less room to work with. Her breasts were gaining speed with all of the lactation drugs at work. The sound of milk sloshing about within them was getting tough to talk over. "But you took in the milk so willingly, and look at you now. You willingly got this large."

I press a hand into her bust, and she sharply moaned. Even at this size, they were still soft, and it feels as though I could push my hand into them up to my shoulder and still not feel their tautness. "Answer me this, before I give you this last gallon. Did you get this large for me, for the sake of your job as a maid, or was it your desire to be this large in the first place?"

"I, I...mmfh!~" A sharp moan from her; it's likely her nipples have brushed up against one of the walls. "I love being this big...I wouldn't trade it for anything else! It is what I have wished for and more, Master! Please, if it is your desire as well, then make me as big as you please...!"

I nodded, and lifted up the gallon of milk so that she may drink from it. Gulp after gulp, her breasts took up the last remaining space in the room, the lactation drugs in full effect. She tries to down the milk as fast as she could before her breasts took up the space between us and the wall behind us, but she was enjoying it far too much - and I too, for that matter. As her little body backs up against mine, I can't help but notice her wings flapping excitedly, batting my chest without rest.

By the time she finished the last drop, her gigantic bust had tore through the house. Her huge magenta nipples pointed to the sky, twitching before twin geysers of milk shot out to the horizon, the farthest drops reaching miles away. The breasts at the source kept growing even though they shot such impressive amounts of milk, and only grew faster over time.

For some reason, I think this is what every maid in that company really, truly wants. It must feel good...this Celebi definitely looks it. Perhaps if I didn't overdo it, I could ask her to move in and I'd feed her as much milk as she pleased, but something tells me a mythical like her has her ways of gaining pleasure in other, faster ways that someone like me can't comprehend. It must make meeting the other maids blush, tales like this. Or perhaps they're gloating of the sizes they've attained, and showing off their true sizes to others? I can only dream of what that'd look like. I'm in no position to speculate. I'm just a customer to them.

As for me, it was moving day.
