The Maid's Struggles rough draft

Diving back into some very heavy topics with this one.  Had to work through some irl stuff as well.  I won't say what they are but this one is. . . much more on the "Alice had to get some stuff out" then most of my stories.  But ya I do plan as this story progresses to have it as a jumping off point for more story lines for Sarah and Ashely dispite this. . . craziness that is happening in the rough draft.  We will be exploring a plot line I have been leaving hanging for a while.  (And later on I will be exploring another plot line I haven't touched in years so keep an eye out for that sometime in the next month or so.)

The Maid’s Struggles.

Sarah smiled as she woke, the sun rising to greet her. Despite everything things finnaly seemed to be getting onto the right track. She was happy with her new, though temparty, job and she had found out something wonderful about herself. And as she sung her feet onto the floor she felt happy for another reason.

Being around Ashely just. . . it was a fun experience for her. Sarah found herself excited to see the woman. She realized it over the night that maybe. . . maybe she should talk to Ashely. That there might be something there. Maybe. . .

“Ahhhhh!” Sarah cried out as her breasts were suddenly enlarged. “What the hell?”

Ashely narrowed her eyes, glaring at her from the hallway. “You should have gotten up an hour ago. Also you shouldn’t have worn that maid outfit to bed. I am just giving you the pumisment you deserve. What? I thought you liked it?” She turned around, her tone darker than Sarah had ever heard it. “Now come on. We have work to do.”

“Ashely? Is something wrong?”

She snapped her fingers, causing Sarah’s breasts to grow to a  g cup. “It’s Mistress. Don’t call me Ashely again.” She turned her head, her face dark. “Do you understand?”

Sarah nodded her head, suddenly afraid. “Yes mistress.”

“Now go dust the study from top to bottom. I have some business to attend to that doesn’t concern you.” She crossed her arms. “Besides with how big those. . .” She poked Sarah’s right breast. “Those things are you should be happy for the next few hours.” She snorted and walked away.

Sarah watched Ashely walk away, dumbfounded. “Did I just see the same woman I spent the night with?” She looked down at her massive breasts, barely held back by her maid outift. “Just what is going on around here?”

As she entered the study she found Dex leaning against a ladder, examing the endless books which wound up and up. “She could at least told me what I am looking for.”

“Hi Dex.”

“Don’t worry I am on it mistress.” He gulped. “Oh it’s you.” He looked at Sarah’s chest. “I see you already displeased her.”

She snorted. “I don’t even know what I did. She just seems so. . . angry.”

Dex sighed. “You think you have it rough? She wants me to look for some book in here. She just said something that will make her laugh. And if I don’t get it right she is going to send me to the other side of the state for comdety exames.”

“What? What has gotten into Ashely? She swelled my chest for getting up late today.”

Dex sighed. “I don’t know. But whatever she told you to do I suggest you do it. I haven’t seen her like this before and I don’t want to get any further on her bad side.” He shivered. “I don’t even want to see her look at me like that again. It was like looking into the eyes of the devil.”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“You haven’t seen my mother than.”

“Umm. . .” She stepped away “I am going to get to cleaning than. Enjoy looking for your comedy book.” Sarah sighed and picked up the nearby feather duster. She had spent almost two weeks in the mansion and she had never had to actually clean anything. Being Ashely’s maid was a bit of an odd job. Now that she was doing actually house work felt odd. It didn’t help her boobs were the size of watermellons and bouced against the books every time she tried to use the duster. “Oh for fucks sake!”

Sarah moaned. “This is abusard! How the hell am I supposed to clean like this.” She looked around the room. “Ugh this is going to take me hours.” She took a deep breath. “If I can even keep myself under control with these damn honkers bouncing against the fucking walls. Fucking Ashely made them too big for the task at hand.”

“Well do you really want to go and talk to her about that? In her current state she would tell you to suck it up and make them bigger.”

Sarah moaned a little. “Ohhhh. That would be lovely.” She shook her head. “I mean I can’t do my work like that. Ughhhhh.” She took a deep breath as her boobs rubbed against her maid outfit. “Ughh for fucks sake I just. . . I just can’t take this. I don’t care what my mistress does to me. If she really expects me to work like this something has to be done. I just. . . if I keep working I am afraid I wont’ be able to control myself!”

She threw down the fether duster and walked to the door. “Good luck finding that book Dex. But I don’t really think Ashely wants you to find it.”

“But. . .” He sighed as she exited the room. “Good luck.”

***

“You can’t just do this!”

Lester slowly slipped the piece of papper across the table. “My lawers tell me I can. You didn’t think you were going to force me out of here did you?” He stood up. Really my dear. I told you what would happen if you tried something like this. Now I will give you once chance to.”

Ashely grabbed the paper and ripped it to shreads. “I don’t give a damn about you or you fucking threats! This is my home and you aren’t taking it away from me! I worked so fucking hard to get this place!”

He sat down in the chair. “If I remember right we earned this place together. How can you say it’s yours?”

“Because a sleazebag like you doesn’t desearve anything I have earned.” She snorted.

Lester sighed. “Well the law doesn’t see it that way. If fact if you don’t want to settle things could get very messy. I told you that before didn’t I?” He smiled, his features looking like a chesire cat. “You were always so proud about being able to alter your body size and that of others. But what would the world think Ashely? I am sure others would love to hear about the lady who. . .” He tapped his finger on his chin. “Makes her maids breasts expand just for the fun of it, even if they don’t like it.”

She slammed her hands down onto the table. “That isn’t true! I make sure my maids are happy. You are the one who always had the sexual thrill with your blueberry stuff.”

He laughed. “Who are people going to believe? I don’t have a repuation. You do.” He smiled. “And repuations have a way of. . . biting people in the ass.”

“You can’t be serious. What about you and the way you almost sexually assault people with your blueberry kink. You can’t really be comparing what I do to that!”

He crossed his arms and leaned back. “Again people are just going to see the crazy lady who has fun causing peoples’ breasts to change in size. I am sure I could even make them think you make men’s dicks shrink if I wanted. Real ball buster lady.” He laughed. “Media is such a great thing. You get people mad and angry, they don’t really listen to reason, they just listen to their anger and passion.” He smiled. “And that is all we need isn’t it.”

She stood up. “But I don’t’ cross any lines! You can’t make me into a monster when you are the one! You fucking. . .” She pulled at her hair. “You fucking forced me to be a blueberry against my will during our first night together you creep. You can’t do this!”

“And I won’t. If you give me what I want. No one will have to know what a perverted lady mistress Ashely is. If I get my house, my money, and. . .” He smiled. “Unrestricted access to working with your maids.”

Ashely gripped her hands into a fist. “That isn’t possible. You will never. . . ever get your claws around my FRIEND again.” Her eyes almost seemed to flare with rage. “You are the most vile human being I have met and if it wans’t due to the threat of you runining my life I would have never have put up with you. I feel so, so bad with what I let happen to those girls.” She sighed. “Knowign that I could only stop you after the fact. I was weak. To afraid that you would ruin me.” She slammed her hand down on the table. “But no more. You can try anything. I am who I am. I don’t give a crap what you say!” Lester crossed his arms. “You are not getting my house, you are not getting my money. And you are deffiently not coming anywhere near Sarah! I would rather see you burned to a chrisp before you touched her!”

The door suddenly opend and Sarah stood in the doorway with a shocked face. “What the hell did I just walk into?”

Lester smiled. “So this is the lovely lady.” He looked her up and down. “Hmm. Cute.”

Ashely pointed at the door. “Sarah. Leave. NOW!”

“But mistress. I need to.”

Ashely jumped to her feet. “Get out! We will discuss this later. GO BEFORE I FIRE YOU!”

Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes. “Sorry mistress. I. . .” She turned around and ran out of the room.

Lester laughed. “My you sure have an interesting way of treating your empyess.” He produced a small camra from his shirt pocket. “I am sure the media is going to love this.”

Ashely gulped. “What?”

“Not only inflating the poor lass’s breasts but threating to fire her for just opening the door?” He sounded like a dissparoivng parent. “My, my. You really are such a good person to be. . .” He suddenly laughed. “Oh who am I kidding. You shouldn’t be within one hundred feet of that poor young girl. And unless you are willing to see things from my point of view. . .”

Ashely snorted. “Never.”

He slid the camra back into her pocket. “Well then I guess this Sarah might have to. . . have some protection form her mistress.” He stood up. “I will see you in a few days. Nice talking to you.” Lester bowed. “Good day.”