Maid Uniform → Leaky Humongous Bare Breasts

Hm. I am still upset with the humans and their silly behavior, and also believe that 'my' teats could still be adapted to better reflect their purpose. Let us think. What is a 'maid?' She is a woman who tidies rooms and apparel and generally cleans up the messes of others. How quaint. How pointless. Why should such a role require its own uniform? I believe I shall remove it, and while doing so, adapt 'myself' better to suit the needs of 'my' species.

There and for, I replace 'Maid Uniform' with... hm, 'Leaky Humongous Bare Breasts.'

Oh dear, it seems space is refracting further. Additionally, perhaps due to my recent obsession, the phenomena is filled with... milk. From 'my' own teats, even. Interesting. Although I have certainly made 'myself' capable of producing as much milk as any given creature 'I' interact with could demand, I do not believe 'I' could possibly have ever produced quite so much.

Experimentally, I grant myself an ability to taste and digest analogous to my human form's, and then taste it. It tastes... like milk. A slurry of water, fat, proteins, lactose, and the like. Interesting. Utterly extranaeous and pointless for myself to consume of course, as I've no need of such things, but I suppose that for those like 'me' it is not... unpleasant.

As for the results of this change to my human self, 'I' have shed 'my' sleeves and bra entirely. 'I' now wear only a skirt and some form of decorative cloth around my collar, the purpose of which I do not understand. 'My' quaint little nipple taps have expanded, becoming a large clear material. They also now have two sizable jugs attached to them, which slowly fill with milk from the teats by a process of magic even I must admit seems a little over-engineered for the task at hand.

Experimentally, I make 'myself' shrug her shoulders and flex a little, setting 'my' teats and the milk within the jugs to slosh. The weight against 'my' nipples is slightly unpleasant, but they remain secured in place quite well. Very well, I act once more and bless 'myself' by adjusting my upper body's musculature and structural stability. The weight will not damage 'me.' Furthermor, I have also adjusted the stimulus: It is now pleasant to feel such a weight affixed to 'my' teats.

It is proof that I am a serviceable and reliable provider of nutrients, after all. Indeed, I believe 'I' shall now feel somewhat distressed if the jugs run too low, or are absent for too long. This I have not done: It is an interesting effect of the human mind.

Very well. I believe 'my' role and purpose are now quite thoroughly corrected: I did not even need to tamper with memory to convince society to adapt to the change. How exciting! What shall I change next?

(maid possessed by an eldritch creature, wavy light-green hair, breast pumps, leaky humongous bare breasts, surprised expression, productively massive gigantic milky mammalian udders, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, floating in space)