The Maid's Mishap Extended preview

The Maid’s Mishap.

Sarah slowly rose, the alarm blaring on her nightstand. “Ugh. Is it morning already?” She slid her feet off the bed. “It can’t be morning already.” She rubbed her eyes with her left hand and used her right to silence the alarm. “Ughh fuck.”

She had been Ashely’s maid for a week and was already feeling the effects. Fighting with her “mistress” was draining. Sarah still wasn’t used to the idea of having someone like that, giving her orders. And when the punishments came down, it only fueled Sarah to fight more. She would teach Ashely that inflating her breasts like balloons wasn’t the proper thing to do. That Ashely should be treating her with respect. And that Sarah didn’t have some kinky thing for having her figure inflated every few minutes.

It infuriated Sarah watching Ashely laugh her face off when Sarah tried to say, “No, I don’t enjoy this,” only for Ashely to casually respond with, “Then why do you fight so much? None of my other maids fought so hard.” Sarah knew that Ashley was wrong. That she didn’t enjoy this despite how red it made her cheeks. Despite how much it sent shockwaves through her body. She would be the one to teach Ashely the lessons, not the other way around.

Still, despite it all, Sarah just found it exhausting. The back-and-forth games, the waiting on Ashely’s foot, and the constant getting in trouble. She just wanted a break. She laid back on the bed for the first time in years, exhausted. Even Gregory hadn’t made her work this hard.

There was a knock at her door. “It is time for my darling maid to get up.” Sarah groaned as Ashely danced into her room. “So, chop, chop, and get dressed. We have a lot to get done today.”

Sarah groaned. “Can’t we take one day off Ashely? Even Carien was able to have breaks working for you.”

“Oh, hush, darling. Carien didn’t live with me. And you are lucky you are not on the clock yet. Now get up. Today is a special day.”

Sarah sat up, her hair a mess. “I told you I don’t like calling you mistress. If anything, you should be calling me something. . .” She tapped her chin. “I am still working on the name.”

Ashely giggled. “Oh my, you are very feisty. I might just have to work on other forms of getting you to do what I want.”

“Oh no. Like what?”

“Well, you have to get to work first.” Ashely giggled. “As I said, today is an extraordinary day, darling. And I won’t have you lie in bed and waste it.” She narrowed her green eyes. “If you try, I will just make your boobs so big you can’t move.”

Sarah gulped. “You are bluffing.” Sweat beat down the back of her neck. “You have to be.”

Ashely held up her fingers. “Do you want to find out, darling?”

Sarah jumped out of the bed. “Okay. You win, Ashely.”

Ashely shook her head and snapped her fingers, causing Sarah’s butt to swell, becoming slightly curvier. “Hey! I thought I wasn’t on the clock yet!”

Ashely giggled. “You may not be, but you just have such a hard time calling me mistress. I thought I would give you some extra incitive.”

“Ya well. . .” Sarah rubbed her rear end. “It looks better this way.” She snorted.

“Maybe you should keep it like this.”

“Don’t tempt me, my dear.” Ashely turned around. “Because while we are at it. . .”

Sarah blushed. “Umm. . . I will go change now. . .” She stepped back. “But thank you so much for the offer. . .” She turned around, hiding her red face. “Talk to you in a bit, mistress.”

Ashely laughed as Sarah walked away. “Did something I say get to you? Hmm. . .”

Sarah walked into her walk-in closet and slammed the door. “Stop letting those things get to you.” She held her hand over her chest. “That isn’t a big deal. That isn’t a big deal.” Her heart wouldn’t stop racing. “Ugh, what is wrong with me? God, why does that make me so. . .” She grabbed her maid outfit. “Maybe Ashely is right? Maybe I do like this.”

Sarah slowly changed her outfits. “No. No way. I do not like my body slowly becoming more curvy.” Her voice seemed to hum the words. “My breasts growing and bouncing against one another.” She shivered as she slipped the skin-tight maid outfit on. “Oh, and. .” Sarah suddenly blinked her eyes, realizing she was daydreaming. “Fuck. . .” She turned towards the door, her face bright red. “I really have a problem, don’t I? No wonder Ashely says she loves me as a maid.” She ran her hand over her face. “I need to get control of myself right now. Repeat after yourself, Sarah. You do not find the act of your body growing to be enjoyable. And while you are at it, you will try and do something about talking to yourself.” She snorted. “What is happening to me?”

She walked out of the room and sighed. “Okay, I am all changed, mistress.”

Ashely clapped her hands together. “Really? Great. Now we can get started.” She handed Sarah a list. “You will go and get all of these things while I attend to some things here at the mansion.”

Sarah arched an eyebrow. “You won’t be coming with me? Or, at the very least, send Dex?”

“Oh, he has his own duties today, dear.” She patted Sarah on the back. “And so do I.”

“But don’t you want to be there to oversee me and make sure I don’t do anything wrong?”

Ashely giggled. “You would want that, wouldn’t you? So, tell you what I am going to give you a going away present before you head out. And.” She winked. “When you complete a task, take a picture of it and send it to me. If I don’t find it satisfactory, I am just going to have to give you a punishment when you get back. And they will stack honey. Oh, imagine how big you could get.” She let out a moan. “Oh, how wonderful.”

“Umm, I won’t mess up, mistress. I will not give you a reason to cause me to grow.”

Ashely patted Sarah on the back. “That isn’t until later. Now stop fretting and get to work already.” Ashely snapped her fingers, causing Sarah’s boobs to go up two cup sizes while her ass swelled to match. “You have work to do. Oh, and make sure you get back by the end of the day.” She rubbed her hands together. “Otherwise, I may not let you shrink back down tonight.” She laughed and walked away.

Sarah looked down at her enlarged body. “Of course, she would do this.” She smirked. “I umm. . .” She gripped her hands into fists. “I need to focus. I could get through the rest of the day without any more incidents. I need to focus on this list and not fuck it up.” She held the piece of paper in front of her face. “But why can’t Ashely just use an electronic list like everyone else? Why does she have to insist on being so goddam weird?” Sarah rubbed her brow with her index finger. “I swear I will never understand this woman.”

Sarah’s eyebrow arched as she examined the list. “Huh? This isn’t a list. All that is on here is. . .” Sarah gulped. “Is to pick up a cake at Alexa’s Pastry shop?” Sarah sighed.

“So, to add to the strange things Ashely doesn’t get how to do is making a list? A list isn’t just one thing. If I had her strange body-altering powers, I would punish her for this injustice of a bloody. . .” Sarah caught herself. “Fuck! I need to stop doing that.” She stomped down the hallway. “I am just going to get that bloody cake now!”

***

About an hour later, Sarah found herself in the parking lot of Alexa’s Pastry Shop. It took her a while to find the place as even though she was a Galensburg native she had never been here. Stepping out of the vehicle and into the cold, brisk autumn air, she strode up to the store.

“God, I wish I could put a coat on right now.”

As she entered the small store, all eyes turned on her. A young man laughed. “Are you freezing, miss? It is a bit late in the season to dress in such a strange outfit.”

Sarah blew her bangs to the side. “I know. It is part of my job.”

“Oh?” He laughed. “Are you part of that local maid service?” He leaned against a glass counter containing multiple delectable pastries. “Because I would love. . .”

A young woman came out of the back and sneered at him.

“That is enough, Kevin. You don’t need to be snide to every lady that comes in here.”

He looked at her defensively. “I wasn’t being snide. I was just asking her questions.”

The woman set a tray of donuts behind the counter. “Oh, then what were you going to ask the lady?”

“I. . .” He tapped his index fingers together. “I. . . you know what it isn’t important. I think I am going to find something to buy.” He laughed before turning and walking away.”

The young woman rolled her eyes. “I am sorry about that.” She walked over to Sarah. “Kevin tends to try and say dumb things to people he just met. I do my best to stop the dumbass.” She extended out her hand. “Alexa. And you are?”

“Sarah. I am here to pick up a cake.”

“Oh?” Alexa turned around, her long red hair parting to the side. “Who are you picking up for? I know all of my customers.” She raised her voice. “Isn’t that right, Kevin?”

“I can’t hear you stranger.”