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PoV The Maid.

             You walk through the halls, unsure of what your new job entails.  All you know is you are to be a maid for a woman in this strange mansion.  Just a few minutes ago, you were left in a room to change into a skintight maid outfit.  It presses tightly against your breasts, your boobs slightly exposed.

There are little to no pants, and your butt is almost as if on display, but thankfully you have some skin tight white leggings that only come up knee high.  You wonder why you have to wear this, but the money you make will be good.  It will be more than half a year’s worth than you were making at your old job.

             “Ah darling, you made it.  And you look so cute.” The woman who had hired you dances up to you, her long golden curls bouncing on her shoulders.  “And I see you found your outfit.  Are you ready to get to work?”

             You shrug your shoulders.  “I guess.  So, what do I have to do?”

             She narrows her eyes at you.  “When you speak to me, you will address me as mistress.” She snaps her fingers, and you feel a warmth spread throughout your body.  Your nipples tense, and you feel your chest tighten.  You let out a gasp as your breasts start to expand.  It’s only a few inches, but it’s enough to send both pleasure and embarrassment.  “Now, if you don’t want that to happen again, I suggest you don’t mess up, my dear.” She giggles.  “Otherwise, your job could become very. . . interesting.”

             You look down at your chest, not knowing how your boobs were able to grow in the first place.  “What do you want me to do?”

             She shakes her head again.  “You don’t learn, do you?” She snaps her fingers again, but this time, you feel your shorts tighten, your butt trying to escape your outfit.  Your cheeks turn bright red as a yelp escapes your lips.  You can feel your swollen ass more sensitive than it was before as it rubs against your maid outfit, and you look away, not wanting your boss to know that this is turning you on.  “Are you going to follow the rules, or are you going to keep getting in trouble?”

             You take a deep breath.  “I am sorry, mistress.”

             “Good girl,” she pats you on the head.  Now, please go fetch me a cup of coffee.” She turns around and smiles.  “Chop, chop.”

             A smile forms on your face as you realize just how easy this task is.  As you rush through the halls and towards the kitchen, you know that you won’t receive a punishment.  But soon, you realize you have no idea where the kitchen is or, for that matter, where most of the rooms in the mansion are.  The butter never gave you a tour of the house.  Minutes tick by and sweat starts to drip down your neck.  Your mistress won’t be happy with how long you are taking.

             Suddenly, you turn a corner and bump into the mistress, knocking her down.  She sneers at you as she rubs her head.  “What a rude girl.” She snaps her fingers, your boobs swelling an entire cup size.  You can’t hide your moan, your nipples poking through your outfit. You desperately want to rub your breasts, but you can’t give in to temptation.

             “Having a hard time controlling yourself?” your mistress stands up.  “I know that look.” She giggles.  “The day is only going to get more interesting, isn’t it?” You blush as you try to hide your feelings from her. What game is she playing? “Well?  Where is my coffee that I asked for?  Hmm?”

             “I. . . I don’t know where the kitchen is, mistress.” You close your eyes as you know what is next.  With a snap of the finger, your ass swells, your butt now fully exposed to the world, no longer constrained by your skimpy shorts.  Without thinking, your right-hand falls upon your big round cheek and squeezes it.

             “Well, it was only a matter of time,” the mistress giggles.  The kitchen is down that hallway and on the first door to the right. I assume you know how to take directions, yes?” You nod your head as you try and deal with the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.  Everything is so sensitive, so hot.  Sweat drips down your body as you take deep, long breaths.  You are almost considering defying her just to feel things swell. Maybe if you swelled some more, you could. . .

             No, you need to focus on your job.  As you turn around, you tell yourself you can’t give in to such temptation.  But as your boobs jiggle about, it is hard for you to resist.  Your hands are shaking at your side.  You want them to squeeze your ass, your boobs.  With every step, every jiggle, the temptation grows.  Is it okay to be this horny, you wonder?  It would get in the way of your job.  But it just feels so good.

             After what feels like an eternity, you finally make it to the kitchen, sweat dripping down your body.  You moan as you walk over to the coffee maker and turn it on. Now, all you have to do is wait. As you slump down in the nearby chair and rub your breasts.  If you don’t, you feel like you would go crazy.  As you do so, you smile, feeling a way of pleasure wash through you.  Your hand glides up and down before making circular motions.

             “What is going on in here?” You jump to your feet as you realize your mistress is standing in the doorway.  “Does it really take this long to get me my coffee?”

             “It has only been a few minutes, mistress.”

             She crosses her arms.  “More like a half hour.” You turn around and look at the clock.  You had completely lost track of time in your state of ecstasy.  As your mistress walks up to you, sweat drips down the back of your neck as you wonder what she will do to you.  “You really have a habit of failing me, don’t you?” Her hand glides down your cheek. “I really should watch you to ensure you get it right, hmm?” She snaps her fingers, your breasts swelling beyond any normal limits.  They bounce free of the maid outfit’s constraints, your nipples round and hard.  “Now, bring me my coffee.”

             You turn around, your face bright red.  Every step your boobs bounce about and rub together. It is too much for you to stand at this point, drops of milk dripping from your nipples.  You grab the cup of coffee and pick it up before turning around and bringing it over to your mistress.  Part of you wonders if she will like it, but another part hopes she won’t. “Here you are.” You moan as you look down at her, your breasts hanging in the air like giant pillows.  “I hope you enjoy it.”

             She smiles at you.  “Thank you.  It’s late, but you finally did your job.” She takes a sip and smiles.  “It’s satisfactory.”

             “Aww.”

             Your mistress giggles.  “Does someone like my punishments?” She squeezes your right breast, causing you to cry out in ecstasy. “How cute.” Your mistress stands up.  “Maybe you will fail me yet.  I do have many, many more tasks for you to do.” She smiled.  “The day is still young, after all.”

             You smile.  “Your will is my command, mistress.”