Maid Gift (Patreon)

Your friends had always bought you strange gifts for you when it was your birthday. A couple of them were genuine and useful, but most were bizarre and completely impractical. Eventually, though, you got used to it, and eventually found it rather humorous to go along with it. The jokes were rather harmless, various strange sex toys and skimpy outfits. You found it pretty hilarious along with your friends, it became a sort of tradition to give each other this type of stuff.


At one event, however, your girlfriend gave you a gift and asked you to open it after the little hangout was over. You wondered what was inside the box that she didn’t want to show anyone else. They’ve already given you some pretty wild stuff, what would constitute doing it with just you two? You did not think about it too hard and just enjoyed the company of your friends and their strange gifts. The time flew by quickly, and eventually people started to leave. They left you there with just you and your girlfriend, you assumed there would be some sort of lewd things occurring.  


“Alright babe, open it up!” she said, giggling slightly. The moment you hesitantly slid the packaging open, a gust overtook your body, removing all of your clothes while unfamiliar fabric wrapped over you. By the time you were out of your daze, your girlfriend walked up to you and pinned you against the wall. You were still too stunned to do anything about it as she placed a maid headband on top of your head. “You know, I’ve sort of had enough of you talking about all of this horrible shit. I think it’s about time I shut you up for a bit.” she sneers. You try and make out a response, but all the comes out is a girly “Ahhhhnnnnn.” You look down in confusion to see a dainty body wrapped up in a maid outfit. Your girlfriend pulls out a mirror to show you your dark pink eyes, pinkish reddish hair, and drooling mouth. You once again attempt to express protest at this sight, but all you can vocalize is a “Mhmmmnnn.”


A strange feeling comes over your chest as you moan, your girlfriend's abnormally rough hands poke at the growing flesh puffing up behind your nipples. “Don’t try and talk back to me, you asked for this, bastard.” she taunts while caressing the increasingly large mounds on your chest. You try to move to break free from her grasp, but her incredibly strong arms prevent you from moving an inch. The resistance causes your blossoming breasts to have a little jiggle to them. You groan a little at the sensation of your girlfriends manly hands rubbing and groping your breasts, earning you at least 3 more cup sizes. Your girlfriend knows exactly where the weak spots on a woman are, and yours just happen to be extra sensitive. She rubs your areola to grow your breasts a few more sizes, eventually reaching E cup, before pinching and tugging on them to make what was left of your penis ejaculates its remaining seed onto your panties.


Your fleshy breasts were no longer able to be contained by the flimsy straps of the maid dress, flopping onto your chest. At the same time, your tiny manhood slurped inside of you, rearranging into a womb with ovaries and fertile eggs. ‘’HNNNNNNN, KYAAAAAHHH” you cried out as your puffy pussy lips formed at your crotch. With your great, loud cry of pure orgasmic pleasure, you earned yourself an even more curvy figure. Your hips cracked out wider as your ass and thighs filled with soft fat. Your girlfriend caressed the fat with her strong hands. Something clearly wasn’t right with her, you felt a bulge poking up against your pussy lips, turning you on even further. You look behind you to see a man’s face, then quickly look back and close your eyes. This was some sort of horrible nightmare, you wouldn't believe it. You couldn’t scream. But you could moan, your now boyfriend took hold of your thick hips and grinded you against his erect cock through his pants. You couldn’t help the deep pleasure you’re feeling, another “Mhhhnnmmmm” causes your breasts to become a little more jiggly. But this wasn’t the same sort of a jiggle…. No. This was something else.


There’s something inside your breasts, a liquid. You knew what it was, but you didn’t want to believe it. Your thoughts felt fuzzy as your boyfriend squeezed your breasts, sweet milk pouring out of your sensitive nipples. You couldn’t contain your voice through the torrent of milky bliss escaping your boobs. Another moan escapes your soft lips. It wasn’t fair, you thought. You tried to think about what you could do, but whenever you got close to some sort of solution your mind got fuzzy and wandered. The manly voice behind you spoke up. “I assume you’ve figured out how I’ve made you shut up.” You try to make some sort of helpless move to escape as she continues, “What you probably haven’t’ figured out is that all of your vocalizations will become moans, raising the sex drive of all men around you. Additionally, with every sound that escapes your lips, your breasts will pump out increasingly more milk. Milk that, when drunk, will cause men and women to do anything they can to pleasure your soft body. Oh, and if you ever want to turn back, you’ll have to keep silent for a month to get the headband off.” Your heart sinks at the words while he continues to massage your breasts. The love nectar keeps spewing out, your mind unable to control your moans as the room echoes with a “AAHHHNNNN, MHMMMM.”


“That’s good, it’ll make you feel better. One more thing, with each stimulation of your titties, you should feel your brain get fuzzier and fuzzier. Don’t worry though little dear, there's a mindiewmd.” your ears hear the words, but you’re unable to comprehend as she continues. “The worst it’ll get is leaving you as a living milk factory, a empty head, only able to feel pleasure as milk conrwandwa trickles out of your boobs. Good luck trying to find enough mental strength to not moan more, once you’re just an instrument of pleasure, the moans won’t stop. Ever. Ooh, if you want to make the month shorter, all you have to do isdk mdwal qwd mdasmck qlckawdll.” Tears begin to pool in your eyes as you realize that you’ve lost all ability to understand speech. You continue to drool with your mouth open from the pure bliss that is the creamy milk being pumped out of your breasts. You wonder how you’ll make it for a month, your brain unable to produce any coherent thought. Moments away from being lost in the bliss of your milk filled breasts and throbbing pussy.