The room is milky white empty save a blank flat screen on the back wall, the wall opposite slide open to reveal the Milk Maid in all her 7 feet curvy glory without uttering a sound or being told a word she marches calmly down the white room the top of her behemoth breasts jiggling the whole ride threatening the rest to follow out any moment but by some miracle she makes her journey both breasts decent...for her. She kneels down smooshing her breasts into her knees and says one word almost like a prayer.
"Mother."
The blank screen made a few odd sounds, then buzzed, then slowly fading into focus was a dark large silhouette of a womanly figure, she appeared to be sitting with her legs crossed and her chest was so large they could not both fit on the screen.
"Rise my Maid."
The Milk Maid felt a shiver of pleasure rush throughout her body, the cause can only be compared to someones receiving a answer from god. As she fully rose she tried her hardest not to lactate in her uniform from all the excitment.
"Good, there is work to be done."
The Milk Maid nodded toward her master.
"I serve you're will mother."
Although the screen is so dark you can only tell the woman known as "Mother's" shapely features the Maid could feel the approving wide smile she had.
"Good, my will for today is to complete our objective."
The Milk Maid's erect tits could not help but release a bit of sour milk at that address.
"Truly Mother we are to-" She was cut off from her overly excited and naive words.
"Do you doubt the words of you're Mother, or is reeducation needed?" She asked in a deeper huskier tone.
"N-no Mother, you always speak truth." She answered sheepishly but in truth would not mind some reeducation at her Mother's hands.
"Good, now as I was saying before we can start our true objective there is one wall that we must....dispose of."
It did not take long for Milk Maid to understand what she meant.
"The heroes Mother?"
"Half right, only one wall remember one of these heroes I have determined is irrelevant and not even a threat, the other on the other hand is something great."
Taking the minute it took her to process this the Milk Maid asked.
"But which one is it Mother.
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