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Maid Troubles rough draft
🕑 Added 2024-10-19 03:46:51 +0000 UTCTrying my hand at a legit maid TF story. Will have slow breast and ass expansion along with mental changes. She will be a dirty maid girl.
Maid Troubles.
Greta examined the email with a skeptical eye. “Dear vaulued costumer. We are sending you this because we want you to feel loved in our Lovely Maid Family. We are sorry for the recent mix up and the fact that when you requested someone to come and work at your home no one arrived. To make it up we are going to sent you an all expense paid trip to one of our hotels, where some of our staff will wait on you hand and foot for an entire weekend. We want you to feel loved and we want to make this up to you. Thank you for all your years using our service.”
Greta snorted and looked at the address. It wasn’t that far from her house. “I am not sure about this. A paid vacation does sound fun but I needed someone to look after the house while I went on a business trip.” She looked at the mess her teenager made. “Seriously. Ugh they better make it up.” She raised her voice. “Greg!”
He walked into the room. “What.”
“I am leaving you alone with Tomus.”
“Excuse me?”
She spung around in her chair and crossed her arms. “The company who was spossed to send a main has offered me an all expense paid vacation, one that is for me alone.” She lied as it said nothing about going without her husband. This was going to be her vacation, her fun time.
“I am sorry you are not leaving me. I can’t deal with him alone.”
She crossed her arms. “You owe me for when you left without a word to hang out with your buddies and I had important business meetings. I think it’s time to cash in.”
He slammed his hand on the nerby table. “You can’t be serious.”
She looked him in the eye. “Dead serious. I am going.”
He looked as if he was going to burst but eventually sighed. “Fine. Fine. When is this?”
“It starts tomorrow and it’s only for the weekend. I am sure you can last that long.”
Greg waved his hands about. “Okay, okay. Just enjoy yourself and send some pictures. I want to see how fun this place is incase we get to go together in the future.”
She turned around. “Of course.” She began walking towards the door, ready to pack her bags. “I wouldn’t keep all the fun to myself forever.”
***
The next day Greta stood in front of a massive mansion. “Whoh. This isn’t what I had in mind when they said I could come to a relaxing retreat. I wonder who else is staying here.” She took a deep breath. “Okay. You are here to relax and have fun. Don’t be overwhelmed by the sheer extravagance of the place. This is a reward and you are going to live it up for once.” She smiled. “Time to have some fun.”
Strolling up to the front door Greta rang the doorbell. Moments later a man in a suit opend the door. “Are you Greta.”
“Yes I am.”
“Come on in. We have been expecting you.”
Greta gulped and walked inside. “This place is so fancy.”
The man nodded his head. “It is one of our best mansions. You will find your room to be first class.” He turned to look at her with a vacent stare. “I will take your bags now.”
“Umm okay.” She tentaitly handed the man her suitcase. “So your email said I will be waited on hand and foot.” She looked around. “But I can’t help but see there aren’t many people around.”
“Don’t worry. All our guests ask that but I can assure your stay here will be a pleasant one. When you leave you will feel revitalized and like a new woman.” He waved at her. “And if you need anything you can just call for me. I will be your personal attendant.”
“What is your name?”
“Victor.” He led her up a grand staircase. “You will be staying in the west wing.”
Greta was only half listening, her eyes darting from place to place. The mansion was massive, portiats of people she had never seen in fancy clothing and expensive suits. “I can’t belive this is a retreat. It seems like some billionares house.” A strange thought in her head wormed her way into her head that she shouldn’t be here. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?”
“Absoulty. We have been dying to let you stay here.”
That didn’t make her feel better but she stuffed her worries aside for the time being. Victor led her to a room with a massive bed and cloest space bigger then she had ever seen in her life. The chandiler on the ceiling was so massive she was amazed that it didn’t just fall to the ground. “This is. . . insane. Why are you letting me stay here for free?”
“We do ask one thing.” He watched as she jumped onto the bed. “That you wear this.” He pointed at the maid outfit on top of the dresser.
“Wait. Why?”
“The owner of the house, the head of the company, has unique tastes. He would prefer if you wore that to dinner. Is that a problem?”
Greta walked over and examined the dress. “No I guess not. If it’s only for dinner.”
“Of course.” Victor walked to the door. “Now dinner is in a half hour. Don’t be late.”
Her eyes widded as the butlor exited the room. “Half an hour?” She snorted. “That isn’t nearly enough time to rest and relax.” She snorted as she threw off her shirt. “I thought this was supposed to be some dream class resort but there is always some catch.” She slipped off her pants. “Why is there always some catch?”
Greta held her hands out in front of her face and took a deep breath. “Come on. No need to get all worked up over this. It’s just dinner. I am sure the man who owns this place just wants to greet me and welcome me into this home.” She gripped her hands into fists. “And make up for all the horrible treatment he caused me. UGhhh!”
She walked over and grabbed the maid outfit. “Strange. Why would they want me to wear this?” She bent down and pulled up the tights. “It’s very. . . contstriting.” She took a deep breath. “And it doesn’t even come all the way up to my thighs.” She gulped, noticing that parts of her legs were going to be on full display. “Ugh great. Just great.” She looked at her butt. “I need to put a note somewhere to head out for some runs after this. My butt is getting huge.”
She then slid on the top of the outfit. “Ughhhhh!” It was a slow process, the fabric pressing tightly against her skin. “I think I need to ask for one in a smaller size.” She maoned as she finnaly got the maid outfit on. “Finnaly.” She picked the apron up and tied it behind her back. “Seiriously why would they give me such a small outfit? My breasts feel like they are going to burst out of this thing.”
She took a deep breath. “Ugh is it me or is it hot in here?” She sat down on the edge of the bed. “I don’t remember it being so hot in here before.” She looked at herself in the mirror. “Oh god I look like a silly French maid.” Greta giggled. “I better be carful or I will be confused with the staff.” She maoned. “Though would that be such a bad thing? Waiting on people hand and foot?”
She blinked her eyes and stood up. “Where did that come from?” She took a deep breath. “I think next time I see Victor I am going to ask him to turn down the heat. It is atrosious in here.” She made her way to the door. “Time to get this mandatory dinner over with so I can have some fun!” She slammed the door behind her.
Greta walked down the hallway before stopping. “Wait.” She looked back and forth. “Where am I even supposed to go?” She stumbled about aimlessly. “Hello? Victor? Mystrious owner man?” She wiped at her forehead. “God it is so hot in here.”
Greta pushed a door open and gasped. “Fuck this room is so filthy.” She walked into a room that looked like a study. “Who in their right mind would leave a place like this?” She narrowed her eyes as she made her way inside, the door closing behind her. “Well my husband for one but I would think the people who own this place would know better.
A strange urge to clean began to build inside her along with a building heat. “I guess it won’t hurt if I just tidy up a bit.” She grabbed a nerby rag. “Besides they said I had a half hour.”
Greta got to work cleaning the study, humming as she went. She even started to hum a little tune and shake her booty. “God this feels good. It feels. . . right.” She smiled, not noticing her ass was swelling. “And it’s fun to shake while I clean. Maybe I should ask to stay here a little longer. I mean whoever owns this place is a slob. They need someone to help clean up.”
Greta blinked her eyes, noticing it was becoming harder to shake her rear end. “Wait a miunte. . .” But before she could check her enlarged ass the door opend.
“What are you doing in here?” Victor demanded.
“I was. . .” Greta hid the cleaning rag behind her. “This place is filthy and I am in a maid outfit.” She giggled. “I guess I got carried away.”
Victor rolled his eyes. “Come with me. The master is expecting you?”
She hurried up to his side. “Oh the master? Is that what you call him?”
“Yes.”
“And why do you call him that?”
