Heliam Ikswonolem strolled along the hard-packed dirt road. It had been a long day for her. She had gone to the village of Infla early in the morn to attend her studies. It was quite a walk from her village towards the west, Ploobadoof, to Infla east of her village. It was seven miles between the two small villages. She didn't mind the walk so much. The countryside was beautiful this time of year and the road she took connected with the road to and land of Duke Bremshire to the north. The royal pastures butted up against the road she walked showing off their expanses of deep rich green grass and patches of flowers of every color imaginable. Heliam loved walking by the royal pastures admiring the land she would probably never have the opportunity to legally set foot upon.

Heliam didn't mind the long walk from the river town of Infla to the farming village of Ploobadoof. It wasn't that her feet hurt excessively or anything. It was her breasts. Ever since she had hit puberty at the seemingly very early age of eight her breasts had become increasingly larger. And it wasn't their largeness that pained her for she had always had a very strong back but the fact that, since she had turned 16 three years ago, they had started to produce milk. She didn't mind the strange fact that her above average sized breasts were producing milk but the fact that the production rate never seemed to cease.

No one knew about Heliam's special ability except for her foster parents who were very old. Nothing seemed to shock them. "We have seen the Bremshire's family wizard turn mice into white stallions and pumpkins into royal carriages!" Heliam's foster father used to tell the young woman all the time. Her foster mother though knowing that other folk might not accept Heliam the way she was made sure the young woman dressed accordingly, covering her large milk-producing endowments so that they wouldn't be so obvious.

Both foster parents felt blessed though to have such a wonderful child with such a wonderful gift. Ploobadoof wasn't a financially sound village though its produce was sold mainly to the Duke. Heliam's foster parents were too old to do a lot of farming, including raising dairy cattle and all that went into that. Heliam's foster mother helped the young woman express her milk when her breasts became engorged and the family was well nourished off the rich liquid.

"This is the richest tastiest milk I've ever had. If we could sell this stuff..." Heliam's old foster father, Ben, would say time again making Heliam blush.

"Benjamin Earl Loft, we will have none of that kind of talk! We will not take advantage of our little Heliam's dilemma!" Heliam's old foster mother, Dorina, would always respond back at her husband. Heliam's foster father would always apologize. He meant it. He was just always concerned about making ends meet.

On mornings of Heliam's studies and trips to Infla, Dorina would assist Heliam with expressing the milk that had built up during the night hours. Heliam usually wasn't in that bad of a need after only six to seven hours of her breasts producing the thick rich milk.

That was the problem.

Heliam's trips to and time spent in Infla then the trip back took nearly eleven hours. And all the activity, walking there and back to Ploobadoof, seemed to really stimulate the milk production. Typically by the time Heliam returned home in the early evening her tender young breasts would be so full she'd be leaking through her gown and would have to be milked immediately. Plus her breasts would two to three times larger and bulging from her top and people tended to stare.

Heliam walked along the road passed the royal pastures on this beautiful day. Her milk-heavy breasts swayed and bounced in her top, bulging like small pumpkins in her blue spring blouse. The Duke's cattle were out in the pasture munching the tall green grass or laying down to take in the warm bright sun.

My, the Duke's cows are awfully big, Heliam thought as she stopped along the wood fence that separated the roadside from the pasture. She watched as a herd of black and white-spotted cows meandered about the vast pasture. They didn't move very fast for obvious reasons. They were big animals as far as body size. Heliam had seen cows before but none that were as round and fat as the beasts in the royal pasture. And the milk sacs on the animals, they were simply enormous beyond anything Heliam had ever witnessed. Most of the cows waddled more than they walked with udders so fat and full that the things bulged from between their legs like the huge festive balloons that were flown during the Duke's birthday celebrations.

Heliam spied a sprouting of pretty yellow flowers swaying enticingly in the pasture over the fence not far from where she stood. How happy her old foster mother would be if Heliam presented her with a colorful bouquet. Without a second thought, Heliam left the road and climbed the wood fence and stepped foot in the royal pasture.

Heliam hadn't taken more than two steps in the tall soft green meadow grass when the sky grew suddenly dark. It was if the day had slipped into the blackness of night. She cried out finding herself in total darkness. She was suddenly cold and found her nipples popping up so erect they bulged from her blouse like fat grapes.

"Oh, it is you," a voice said behind her. Heliam turned, not seeing anything in the pitch for a moment. A figure clad in a shimmering purple robe suddenly appeared before her. The hood of the robe was pulled back exposing the face of what looked to be a very old white-bearded man yet the weathered old face was somewhat pleasing to the young Heliam. "Wh-what's happening?" Heliam cried looking around the darkness. It was only her and the purple-robed man. It was as if they were standing on the night itself.

"I was alerted to an intrusion onto royal grounds. With all the riffraff about nowadays the Duke can't take too many chances," the purple-robed man said as he looked at the busty girl before him.

"Do-do you know me?" Heliam asked shivering not from fear but from the cold blackness.

"Why, of course," the robed old man said glancing down at the girl's huge breasts. "You are Heliam Ikswonolem. Your foster mother is an ex-kitchen aide to Duke Bremshire. You go to school in Infla and walk by the Duke's lands every day."

"You seem to know about me," Heliam asked crossing her arms over her bulging bosoms seeing that the old man was staring at her abundant chest. "Who are you?"

"I am Gresian, the Duke's Grand Wizard. I know more about you than you imagine," the wizard smiled still looking at Heliam's chest. Heliam gasped dropping her arms from her chest. She looked down at the bumps her nipples made against the material of her blouse. A tingling sensation washed over her big breasts, feeling like something was swirling and tickling inside them. She gasped again as it felt like her nipples were pinched and a spot of wetness appeared where each nipple stood out.

"I know all about Heliam. I know how your foster mother and some other women found you on the doorstep of the Duke's palace. I know about your ability, the curse so it seems, to produce milk." Gresian said as his gaze returned to Heliam's shocked face.

The pinching sensation ceased.

Heliam didn't know what to say. She had known about her childhood, about how she had been abandoned and then taken in by her foster mother and father. She didn't know nor realize that anyone else knew about her and her...special talent.

"I see you admire the royal cows," Gresian said he waved his right hand and the scene around them brightened back into day. Heliam was suddenly looking out into the pasture at the Duke's grazing animals.

"Yes. I have always had a fondness for the beasts. They seem so gentle and content," Heliam said looking at the huge cows. "Sometimes I feel like I could just join them, walk the pasture, eat the soft green grass."

The old wizard raised a wrinkled hand to his chin and scratched his beard as if in thought. His eyebrows raised as he looked at Heliam's bust.

"Well, my dear, go right ahead. Enjoy the day and the pasture and the Duke's cattle," Gresian said with a smile. "And check into the castle's employ tomorrow. I think we could use a girl like you there." Before Heliam to speak the old wizard spun into a wisp of purple smoke and was gone.

"Very strange. Very strange indeed," Heliam said to herself.

Glancing about the pasture she was rather surprised to see two or three cows glancing at her. Their big chestnut eyes blinked at her as if flirting with the girl. Heliam shivered and felt tipsy as if she'd drank some of her foster father's strong ale.

Heliam got down on the ground, kneeling in the long plush grass. She went down on her hands and knees. Her large breasts hanging heavy from her chest within the blouse.

"The grass looks very inviting. May I take a taste?" she said with a giggle to one of the cow's that was slowly walking, almost waddling awkwardly with its enormous udder bulging between its hind legs, her way. The cow mooed in answer seemingly.

Without any feelings of how foolish she might look to someone walking by on the road, Heliam moved her face down, opened her mouth and took a mouthful of the tall thick long grass. She gently held the large mass with her teeth, closing her full red lips around the thick bundle and moved her head up. Without even chewing she swallowed the big wad. It slid down her throat like silk and filled her belly.

"Mmmm. The grass tastes like strawberries. No wonder you like it," Heliam said to the cow that now stood about ten feet away from her. It looked at her, blinked its big long eyelashes then lowered its own head and began munching on the long grass.

Heliam took a second and third mouthful of the sweet long grass and ate it. It was almost addicting with the taste being so wonderful. Even being there in the pasture in the open air with the late afternoon sun shining down on her back and a warm gentle breeze making the friendly grass wave, Heliam felt at peace, one with nature.

"This is so wonderful," she said as she swallowed her umpteenth mouthful of the tasty pasture grass. Her belly was very full yet she still felt the need to eat and commune with her bovine friends.

"Oh!" Heliam gasped suddenly as she felt a peculiar sensation begin in her chest. It was a very strong sensation, stronger than the one she had had when the wizard Gresian had been talking with her. She glanced underneath herself at her big hanging breasts. She felt her nipples swell and gently brush against the material of her at this point loose hanging open blouse.

She glanced up finding a dozen cows standing around her in somewhat of a circle. Some were munching the grass while others had stopped and were looking at her with their big friendly eyes. The ones eating the grass suddenly stopped and looked at her also then in a soft symphony they all began to moo.

"Oh! Oh my goodness!" Heliam exclaimed as she felt her breasts begin to swell and get heavier. Her breasts, already somewhat swollen from a day without expressing the milk within her, fattened rapidly, faster than she had ever experienced before. The swelling jugs pressed against the material of her blouse and continued to push. She felt her nipples straining against her top.

"Moooo! Moooo!" the cows sang.

Heliam looked up and her eyes widened. The dozen heifers standing around her were leaning forward propped up from behind. Their udders were gigantic and visibly growing larger between their hind legs. The huge milk sacs touched the ground and lifted the creature's hindquarters up into the air.

Heliam felt the pressure within her own milk-producing orbs as they grew. Her billowing breasts filled out her top making the seams creak. Her foster mother had stitched all her tops so they could withstand the bounce and sway of the girl's heavy bosoms and in this case the outfit was keeping her blossoming boobs contained. She felt the full top and her massively fattening breasts press against her arms. As the top filled and would not give her breasts flowed down filling up the space within the blouse along her tummy.

"Oh my! I've never been this big before. My breasts have never gotten so full!" Heliam said though she felt no panic as she looked at the cows and their enlarging udders.

"It is the meadow grass."

Heliam looked up to see the old wizard hovering in the air before her. "What?" Heliam said as the side seams and seams around her arms began to give up. There could be heard little popping and tearing sounds as stitching was pulled taut and apart by her milk-surging boobs. "The pasture grass. It is enchanted to help the Duke's milking cattle produce the palace and the Bremshire village milk supply," the wizard said with a smile as he looked down at the young girl with the ballooning bosom.

Heliam's blouse, with one last attempt at trying to contain her distended tits, tore leaving it hanging from around her neck and shoulders in tattered strips of fabric. Freed, her huge heavy boobs thumped to the ground and continued their expansion. They fattened outward bulging between her arms, both ballooning orbs swelling up against her chin. They squeezed against her arms, growing out passed her sides, running up under her tummy all warm and full yet soft. She could feel her nipples pressing into the soft ground, their stiffness putting indentations into the earth.

"But I'm not a cow. What am I going to do with all this milk in my breasts?" Heliam said as her upper body began to rise with her swelling breasts beneath her. She was beginning to feel the onset of panic. She wondered if she'd get so big she'd burst. She wondered how big she would or could get. Would she be able to stand up and walk? How would she get home? What would her foster parents say?

"Do not worry, my dear," Gresian responded as if to her thoughts also. "I have been in secret keeping my eye on you and have seen this day coming. Though I have yet to find the reason behind the milky curse that makes your young tender breasts swell with milk, it is your destiny to be a very special member of the Duke's court."

Heliam was now lying on top of her obese milk-engorged breasts. They were both at least four feet in diameter, round as wagon wheels. She rested gently atop them like being on two big feather beds.

"A kitchen maid like my foster mother?" Heliam asked as the pressure seemed to cease for the time being.

"No," Gresian smiled. He smiled a big warm friendly smile, a smile that reassured her that she was safe even with her gigantic milk-bloated breasts. "No, sweet Heliam, not a kitchen maid. A nursemaid."

The cows began to moo and the bells around their necks began to ring like church bells.

In the distance a group of Duke Bremshire's workers, decked out in their purple, blue and yellow tunics and trousers, moved towards the two people and the cows. Pulled behind them by several pairs of mules were large steel and wood wagons with large pulleys and harnesses constructed upon them. One of the wagons had a contraption built upon it consisting of three upright large wood beams with a large thick velvet harness between them.

"A nursemaid?" Heliam questioned. "Yes. The Duke has ten wives and double that of children ranging from months to years old. He believes in enriching his children with only the best milk," Gresian said as he extended a hand and waved it over Heliam. The balloon-chested girl suddenly floated off the ground and was turned upright. The wizard by magic moved one of her huge heavy breasts about so he could get at a nipple. "And you, my dear, have the sweetest richest milk in the land."

Heliam gasped seeing the size of her nipple at the end of her obese tit. It was the size of a peach, just big enough to fit in one's mouth. She gasped again when the old wizard did just that, inhaling the fat nipple and sucking on it.

The workers reached the group. The cows with their huge udders were hoisted onto the large wagons. The wagon with the two velvet harnesses stopped beside the floating Heliam and the wizard. Gresian moved his hand out towards the large wagon and Heliam, gently as a feather on a soft warm breeze, drifted to the contraption. She came slowly down, each huge breast setting within one of the large velvet harnesses.

"So, I am going to nurse children?" Heliam said as her feet touched the floor of the wagon and she could stand. She placed her small hands on the fleshy expanses before her, hardly believing they were actually her breasts. She could feel their heaviness and fullness against her chest but the harnesses supported them nicely.

Gresian nodded.

"Will I always be this big?" she asked.

"No. We will milk you and get you down to a suitable size for your comfort though I think you can plan on remaining quite a bit larger. We will feast with the Duke tonight so that he and his whole house can enjoy your bounty." Gresian replied as the workers called the mules to move and the wagons slowly headed back towards the village of the Duke. Heliam looked behind her at the road that went along the royal pastures, the road that went between Infla and Ploobadoof.

"What about my studies? And my foster parents?" Heliam said as they moved along. The wizard floated along beside the girl. "Things will be taken care of now by the Duke," the wizard said. "And your parents have already arrived at the palace to celebrate. It is a grand life laid out ahead of you."

The wagon train moved out onto the road that led directly to Duke Bremshire's castle and village. The front wagons held the royal cows with their gigantic udders ready for milking. The last wagon held Heliam and her gigantic milk-filled breasts.

"Yes, sweet Heliam, Heliam the nursemaid, big big things are in store for you," the wizard said with a wink.

Bluebirds chirped and fluttered about her wagon. Milkweeds burst and filled the air with their cottony tufts. Heliam smiled and enjoyed the warmth of the late afternoon sun on her huge full breasts.