The Maid For Service Bundle (12 page)

“There,” said Claudette, sliding up. Warm milk dripped down the front of her dress. “Now, don’t you feel
friendlier
now?”

I definitely did.

I definitely do.

I know there’s something fishy here...but god, if she keeps licking me like that, I’m not sure I’ll ever work up the will to care that much.

T
here is time allotted to me to admire the perfection of my reflection. I spent twenty minutes simply looking at my hair. How long and thick it has become since I began my service for Mister Castle.

Another thirty minutes are devoted to my breasts. So big. So heavy and full of milk. They are easily 36E cups, perhaps bigger. I have stopped keeping track. Each bra has to be custom made. All I know for certain is that they are bigger even than Claudette's or Lilah's. I mash them together. If I am feeling frisky, I slide my mouth down and lick my own nipples. It's very easy for me to do. My tongue is long, pink, and always wet. My lips are similarly situated—pink and wet, almost always, just in case Mister Castle might want to enter me.. Both sets of lips, mind you, top and bottom.

The next twenty minutes, I admire my ass and legs. My legs are so very long and shiny. They look almost as if they are covered in nylons, the skin is so sleek and smooth. And my ass? A fetching bubble, made to be slapped and grabbed. A perfect handle for Mister Castle's grip.

For the last ten minutes of my beauty break, I stare deep into my eyes, admiring my own gorgeous face. My eyes are so blue, so clear. I am everything I ever wanted to be. I am popular here. I am beloved. I am beautiful. I never thought life could be so good.

I
’ve been feeling
good
for the past few weeks. Sorry for the slow updates.

There’s something really terrible and crazy I want to talk about, but first I have to explain what’s been going on.

Okay, like, first of all, Mister Castle? Still not the fuck around. Where the hell are you, bro? Get in the picture already. This is your show, isn’t it? Claudette keeps fingering my pussy and whispering how much she loves him in my ears, and that’s...I mean, you know how it is. That’s really, really hot, isn’t it? That she would love him so much that she can’t help but touch
my
body because of her affection? That’s just...fuck. I want to touch myself right now thinking about that, and I know I shouldn’t.

I know I shouldn’t because it’s getting harder and harder all the time not to touch myself.

I’m starting to want Mister Castle too. I can’t help it. I know that I shouldn’t—I mean, I haven’t even ever been laid, really! Not completely. I mean to get laid, truly, means you have to give as well as receive, I think, so like, what Claudette’s done to me doesn’t count. Right?

Anyway I definitely haven't been laid like, with a man. Terrence—he won't even offer anymore to let me suck his cock. Sometimes I'm happy about that. I don't think I'd be able to turn him down. The rest of the time, I'm trying to restrain myself

And like...god. With as much as
she
wants him, I just...whenever she mentions his name I get all googly-eyed. I just want to
see
this stud for myself, you know? I’m sort of...sort of excited by it. Claudette says I won’t be able to help myself when I'm finally in front of him. She says I won’t be able to stop myself from sucking his cock like, right away. She says I’ll see him and drop to my knees and beg to wrap my big tits around his cock and have him spray my pretty face with his cum and then suck him until he's hard again and—

Whoa.

Okay, girl. Calm down. Take a breath.

Some of that, I should probably explain, huh? The whole “big tits and pretty face” thing. I mean, that wasn’t totally true during my last update, right?

There’s been some more...changes, lately, to my body. And I don’t care how many times Lilah or Claudette tell me I look totally fucking hot, or how many times Terrance says that it’s just a late-stage growth spurt, something
weird
is happening.

My hair won't stop growing, for one. And I mean, it’s growing a
lot
. Normally, I would get a haircut like
maybe
once a month to keep it as short as I like it. I thought that it had settled into a blond mess around my shoulders.

Now, though? I have to keep chopping it down. The shit is like bamboo. It's all the way down to my ass, and
thick
. It takes me several seconds to slip my hand through my hot, long silky locks now. And god, I can't even talk about them any other way
other
than as hot, long silky locks! That's what they are!

I would think I was becoming some total bimbo, except that, outside of thinking about sex all the time, my intelligence seems unfazed. I can read the books I brought here with me and understand them perfectly well. I just have to, you know, take a break every half-hour or so and cum so that I can concentrate, or else I start daydreaming about something big and perfect and veiny and huge sliding up inside of my hot little cunt and fucking me so hard I’ll never walk again...

‘Scuse me.

Okay. I’m back. I’m calm again. I can think. You see? I’m perfectly smart. I just have to take care of things pretty often. “Things” meaning “cum harder than hell.” It’s not easy to write with sticky, pussy-juice covered fingers, but I make do.

God, I just came thinking about cock. Mister Castle’s cock, no less, and I haven’t even seen him in person. Claudette’s been moaning his name to me as she cums in my ear, as she fingers my pussy. Yeah, she cums when I cum. She says she can’t help it—she’s all attuned to my pheromones or something.

Fuck, she’s so fucking hot. Anyway, I think because she’s been moaning his name so much, I’ve started to just on instinct.

Anyway, tits.

(How’s that for a segue?)

And you see, it’s really my tits that I wanted to talk about to begin with. Because, yes, okay, they’re huge now. I mean, they’re not huge—not like Claudette huge, or Lilah huge, but they’re fully-fledged
tits
when they used to be fully-fledged
nipples-and-not-much-else
. I have tits, now. Big, honking 36D titties, and they just seem to be growing more and more by the day.

Like, I love them. I really do. They’re just...they look amazing, and they make my body look terrific, and they
feel
great (ohmygod so good. I can’t touch them or else I’ll have to go cum again), and I honestly don’t have any complaints.

Except, well.

Earlier today, just before sitting down to write this, as a matter of fact, I found out why they were so big.

There’s milk coming out of my body. Like, fertile milk. The kind moms give out, only I’m not a mom. I’m not even pregnant. But it doesn’t matter because...my tits.

My tits are lactating.

And by that, I don't mean just a little. They are gushing out milk like crazy. Like, maybe even more than Claudette and Lilah. They're creating so much milk that I...well. I...um...

I had to take care of it myself. Understand?

God, you might not understand. I don't even know anymore.

I've had to lick some of it up myself.

It tasted...

This is embarrassing. But it tasted really, really good. Like, arousingly good. Like, I licked up a dollop of it, and I had to cum almost immediately.

Obviously, I had to do some detective work. That’s what I worked on today. And hoo boy, I found out quite a lot more than I would have thought possible!

My first thought was, obviously, that I needed to find out what the name of the pills were. They had no identifying features—on the pills themselves there was just a “44DD” on it.

Oh...Oh,
I get it.

Oh, that’s
gross
if that’s what that means. Forty-four double dees indeed!

Lying in advertising too! Mine are only at 36D. You’d think the pills would at least have the decency to do what they said if they were going to put it on the pill.

Although...I’m still taking them every day. And I seem to keep growing outward. Sexier and sexier, every day.

I
should
stop. I know I should. But...it’s just...

I was never popular, okay? I was never pretty. No one ever thought anything of me. And here, in this place, they’re complimenting me all the time—and even if they weren’t? I can
see
myself. I
know
I look hot. Yesterday, I came just from looking at my body in the mirror!

I mean, how could I
not
cum from looking at myself in a mirror? I look like a fucking sex goddess. I’m like some super sexified version of a porn star. My tits are enormous, my skin is shiny and bronze (
I’m not even going outside!!!)
, and my hair just keeps getting longer and sexier and more blonde...

God...I mean...look at me. Right there. In the mirror across from my desk. I’m just, like, sitting, and it’s totally the sexiest thing anyone has ever done. Nobody’s ever sat sexier than I sit. I just, sit there, and look all concentrate-y, and my lips are so plump, and my face is so sculpted and hot, and my tits are just falling out of my tiny little lingerie, and I...I....I...

—okay, I’m back. A good cum to clear my thoughts. All cleared! Also, I put a blanket over the mirror. It’s important to put this stuff to paper, you know?

Anyway.

The straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak, was that one day, I had a spare water glass in my room. Without knowing I had emptied it already, I picked it up and drank what was inside. Only, my tits were lactating again (I was turned on. It seems to happen when I’m turned on, like now), and so...yeah. I drank my own milk.

And like I said, it was fucking magical.

It was like, the most delicious thing I could have ever possibly imagined. It was not like what I imagine regular breast milk tastes like at all. No, mine was sweet, and thick, and warm and delicious and made me just want to pass out from arousal.

Yeah...it turned me on. So like...I produce my own aphrodisiac, now.

Don’t ask me how I walk around without finger-fucking my hot blond body every second of every day. I don’t even know anymore.

But still, I knew something was off.

I searched around. I found the pills in a bathroom deep in the East Wing, where Mister Castle’s bedroom is. When I was there, I strutted by the bedroom—trying not to make my high heels click—and I overheard Claudette and Lilah talking. They were on the bed—I could see them through the crack of a door. Each wore heels—as always—and hot tight lingerie.

“Did you see her today?” Lilah asked.

Claudette nodded. “Oh yes. She looked perfect.”

“She’s really just being a doll.”

“Oh, truly. I can’t believe how well she’s conformed.”

“All women conform to Mister Castle’s will eventually.”

“Oh yes,” said Claudette, kissing Lilah fiercely on the lips. “All the good ones, anyway.”

In front of the bed was an enormous screen. Apropos of nothing, it flickered on. Displaying then was the video feed of a gorgeously handsome man—Mister Castle. I lost myself for several moments, staring into his deep dark eyes.

“Hello, girls.”

“
Hello
, Sir,” they sang together.

“How are you today?”

“
Perfect
, Sir.” They held hands intimately, touching bumps and breasts together.

I whispered silently along with them. Perfect, Sir.

“And the newest acquisition? How is she?”

“Wonderful, Sir,” said Lilah. “We were just saying how taken we were with her.”

“Terrific. I’ll be home tomorrow to inspect her myself. Now...”

He stood up and unzipped his pants. His cock was in front of the screen. It was so...so very huge.

“You know what I want to see. Show me.”

“Yes, Sir!” they moaned together.

And then they were making out passionately...making out while Castle stroked his cock in front of the screen. Their milk poured out from their tits, soaking their pregnant bodies. It splattered as they lunged into one another, kissing with so much fire and vigor.

Soon, Castle ordered them to switch. They sat together, in front of the screen, while Castle continued to stroke his cock. Lilah and Claudette finger-fucked one another. All three of them masturbating to what they saw on their respective screens. Their milk and precum flying out of their bodies.

Oh yes. I was too—of course. I could hardly help myself. His cock...god, his cock! It was enormous. It was so fucking big and perfect and veiny. It was everything I didn’t know I always needed to fill up my life.

“I’m going to cum, girls.”

His strokes were getting faster and faster. I felt my own orgasm approaching. To add to it, I slid up droplets of milk to my mouth, sucking it down while I fucked my pussy even harder.

“Please, Sir!” they chanted, finger fucking one another harder.. “Please!”

“Please!” I moaned under my breath, barely able to control the volume of my voice.

His cum splattered against his camera—and so against the screen. Lilah and Claudette came as it did, and I did as well. I almost collapsed from the force of my orgasm—the milk had really increased the potency. Lilah and Claudette giggled happily, saying good night to their Man as he turned off the screen.

Before they noticed me, I managed to slink away back to my room.

The bastard would be here tomorrow. Then I’d really suck him. Show him, I mean. I’ll really show him. God, I wrote that. I don’t have to write that I’ll suck him. Suck him really, really good. Suck that big beautiful cock until he can’t...

Um.

Show him. I’m going to show him who’s in charge.

Yup.

A
t times, I reflect. I had such silly thoughts. Desires like being in charge, making decisions in my life. Wanting money.

I never wanted any of those things. Once you have true bliss, how can you possibly want anything else?

I do not want to be in charge.

I do not want to make decisions.

I do not want money.