Youâd instinctively backed away just a little bit every time sheâd come just a little too close. But now you found yourself backed quite literally against a wall by your maid inquisitively approaching. Usually you stood just a tad bit taller, but usually didnât actually mean much. Today, sheâd been just tall enough to have the prodigious bust be under your neckline. And it was closing in on you. With no other way out available to you, in mere moments youâd been quite literally pinned against said wall by said breasts. Even though they were clad in the same black uniform as always, you could feel the mound of flesh forming a soft chams of cleavage directly under your chin.
Not sure wether to look up and meet the blue eyed gaze or lower your head into the abyss between your maids boobs, you mustâve been visibly flustered, as she took even more then before, charge of the situation. âWhatâll it be this time?â she brought the confrontation forward. You knew this question already, as well. And the fact that an answer didnât matter. Sheâd always know exactly whatâd be your greatest fantasy at a given moment, even knew when you lied to try and influence the results. Cause anything could happen, and while being scared and aroused at the same time was an amazing feeling, for some fantasies, being scared won out just because there was no telling how theyâd get interpreted by her when performing the service.Â
You tried to make eye contact while being choked by a great pair of tits, but you didnât manage for more then a blink to look up. Somehow that was enough for her to divinate what todayâs service was destined to be. âVery well.â At first, you couldnât tell that anything, besides getting a faceful of cleavage with a wall at your back, was happening. But after a few brief moments, pressure against you was building. A heavy, pushing sensation very slowly spread down across your chest. It wasnât until the valley between her tits was slowly on itâs way to engulf your face, that you understood there were rising like proving dough, or filling water balloons. Within what felt like seconds only, they seemed to have filled out most of her dress, as you could feel the soft fabric straining in tandem with the contact area of your body and her tits now making up most of your torso. Just as the woman threw her head back and gave a guttural, decisive moan, you could hear seams giving way almost like zippers. And the increasing mass of tit was slowly rolling over you in every direction, effectively immobilising you against the side of the room as well as smothering you in plump cleavage without so much as either one of you having to move an inch.
Just as in tandem with the spreading feeling of her expanding breasts, the sound of thread giving way continued. You could only imagine how these mountainous breasts were destroying and escaping the maidâs uniform, as your entire field of vision is a horizon of cleavage, clad in what was left of the dress formerly covering it, and a firmament dominated by the ginger servantâs covered face, visibly blushing and eyes closed, giving the occasional almost inaudible moan synchronised with the sound of the failing fabric ad the feeling of her expanding breasts rubbing over your body in small, quick waves.
Until they didnât anymore. You were easily pinned against the wall with most of your body, by two easily beanbag sized breasts. Iif the floor wouldâve suddenly disappeared, you probably wouldnât have fallen down. But it didnât, and before you could even continue absurd thoughts like that, your attention was grabbed by a hand appearing from outside your view, traveling up the the maidâs face to gently swipe one of the fiery red bangs to the side, before coming to rest on your head in a similar way to how people tussled a childâs hair. âHow is this? Not what you had in mind?â Within the two sentences, sheâd changed from an almost proud, inquisitive tone, to a more questioning and disappointed one, without you so much as giving any intentional reaction. Once again, your mind seemed open foe her to read like a book. And without any further words spoken, sheâd thrown her head back once more, the rhythmic pulsing feeling covered you again, synchronised with her laboured breath. Except this time, it wasnât just the chest steadily growing, but seemingly everything about her: shoulders growing wider with every impulse, her face rising up higher bit by bit, and after what felt like just a moment, the hand that had been sort of resting on your head began to be able to almost cup it In time, you realised, the cleavage would rise to cover your face entirely and you could do nothing but hope sheâd stop before you were in mortal danger, while also knowing that asking her to stop was a fruitless endeavour.
Before that came to pass, to soft, repeating moans and breaths were once interrupted by a sharp snap, like a whip cracking - probably the last of the uniform or her shoes giving in to their fate. You could only imagine the sight of plump, pink flesh forcing itâs way out of stockings or snapping the footwears stitches. Little did you know, that before long, youâd be able to see her expanded form from a better angle. Luckily for you, the spectacle stopped just shy of the top of your maidâs head reaching the ceiling. Looking down at you as you were just about to drown in her gigantic cleavage, her face carried an expression of disappointment once more. âStill not it?â And with that determined, suddenly the pressure of the expanded tits against you released, as she let herself sink backwards to sit on the floor. At the same time, a second enlarged hand grabbed you around the waist, best as it could. In this semi reclining position, both of you were now only at eye level. Judging by the ceiling before, she had to be somewhere between eight and a half to nine feet if standing tall. But this position afforded you a better view of her entire body, grown and enhanced as it was, with nary a piece of cloth that managed to survive. It wasnât until one of her enlarged nipples suddenly got closer to your face, that you realised she was still holding and now somewhat easily handling you.In the blink of an eye, your body was pressed into the soft flesh and you felt the hardening nipple trying to push you out, but a hand resting on your back provided equal support from behind.
And once again, the feeling of her stretching skin sliding across you appeared. Raising your head from the pillow that was the maidâs tit you saw sheâd laid basically fat on her back, and your viewpoint was slowly rising. Before, two of her boobs covered your body, not now, after just a few moments of another growth spurt, you couldnât grab a hold of anything but the single tit you were smothered against. Across an increasing chasm, to your left, you saw her free hand frantically pulling and twisting the other boobâs nipple. âI wonder if the room is going to be big enough for the bust you want.â Her words draw your attention back to her now flushed face, wearing a devilish smirk, as you still slowly rise further away from it.
Youâd instinctively backed away just a little bit every time sheâd come just a little too close. But now you found yourself backed quite literally against a wall by your maid inquisitively approaching. Usually you stood just a tad bit taller, but usually didnât actually mean much. Today, sheâd been just tall enough to have the prodigious bust be under your neckline. And it was closing in on you. With no other way out available to you, in mere moments youâd been quite literally pinned against said wall by said breasts. Even though they were clad in the same black uniform as always, you could feel the mound of flesh forming a soft chams of cleavage directly under your chin.
Not sure wether to look up and meet the blue eyed gaze or lower your head into the abyss between your maids boobs, you mustâve been visibly flustered, as she took even more then before, charge of the situation. âWhatâll it be this time?â she brought the confrontation forward. You knew this question already, as well. And the fact that an answer didnât matter. Sheâd always know exactly whatâd be your greatest fantasy at a given moment, even knew when you lied to try and influence the results. Cause anything could happen, and while being scared and aroused at the same time was an amazing feeling, for some fantasies, being scared won out just because there was no telling how theyâd get interpreted by her when performing the service.Â
You tried to make eye contact while being choked by a great pair of tits, but you didnât manage for more then a blink to look up. Somehow that was enough for her to divinate what todayâs service was destined to be. âVery well.â At first, you couldnât tell that anything, besides getting a faceful of cleavage with a wall at your back, was happening. But after a few brief moments, pressure against you was building. A heavy, pushing sensation very slowly spread down across your chest. It wasnât until the valley between her tits was slowly on itâs way to engulf your face, that you understood there were rising like proving dough, or filling water balloons. Within what felt like seconds only, they seemed to have filled out most of her dress, as you could feel the soft fabric straining in tandem with the contact area of your body and her tits now making up most of your torso. Just as the woman threw her head back and gave a guttural, decisive moan, you could hear seams giving way almost like zippers. And the increasing mass of tit was slowly rolling over you in every direction, effectively immobilising you against the side of the room as well as smothering you in plump cleavage without so much as either one of you having to move an inch.
Just as in tandem with the spreading feeling of her expanding breasts, the sound of thread giving way continued. You could only imagine how these mountainous breasts were destroying and escaping the maidâs uniform, as your entire field of vision is a horizon of cleavage, clad in what was left of the dress formerly covering it, and a firmament dominated by the ginger servantâs covered face, visibly blushing and eyes closed, giving the occasional almost inaudible moan synchronised with the sound of the failing fabric ad the feeling of her expanding breasts rubbing over your body in small, quick waves.
Until they didnât anymore. You were easily pinned against the wall with most of your body, by two easily beanbag sized breasts. Iif the floor wouldâve suddenly disappeared, you probably wouldnât have fallen down. But it didnât, and before you could even continue absurd thoughts like that, your attention was grabbed by a hand appearing from outside your view, traveling up the the maidâs face to gently swipe one of the fiery red bangs to the side, before coming to rest on your head in a similar way to how people tussled a childâs hair. âHow is this? Not what you had in mind?â Within the two sentences, sheâd changed from an almost proud, inquisitive tone, to a more questioning and disappointed one, without you so much as giving any intentional reaction. Once again, your mind seemed open foe her to read like a book. And without any further words spoken, sheâd thrown her head back once more, the rhythmic pulsing feeling covered you again, synchronised with her laboured breath. Except this time, it wasnât just the chest steadily growing, but seemingly everything about her: shoulders growing wider with every impulse, her face rising up higher bit by bit, and after what felt like just a moment, the hand that had been sort of resting on your head began to be able to almost cup it In time, you realised, the cleavage would rise to cover your face entirely and you could do nothing but hope sheâd stop before you were in mortal danger, while also knowing that asking her to stop was a fruitless endeavour.
Before that came to pass, to soft, repeating moans and breaths were once interrupted by a sharp snap, like a whip cracking - probably the last of the uniform or her shoes giving in to their fate. You could only imagine the sight of plump, pink flesh forcing itâs way out of stockings or snapping the footwears stitches. Little did you know, that before long, youâd be able to see her expanded form from a better angle. Luckily for you, the spectacle stopped just shy of the top of your maidâs head reaching the ceiling. Looking down at you as you were just about to drown in her gigantic cleavage, her face carried an expression of disappointment once more. âStill not it?â And with that determined, suddenly the pressure of the expanded tits against you released, as she let herself sink backwards to sit on the floor. At the same time, a second enlarged hand grabbed you around the waist, best as it could. In this semi reclining position, both of you were now only at eye level. Judging by the ceiling before, she had to be somewhere between eight and a half to nine feet if standing tall. But this position afforded you a better view of her entire body, grown and enhanced as it was, with nary a piece of cloth that managed to survive. It wasnât until one of her enlarged nipples suddenly got closer to your face, that you realised she was still holding and now somewhat easily handling you.In the blink of an eye, your body was pressed into the soft flesh and you felt the hardening nipple trying to push you out, but a hand resting on your back provided equal support from behind.
And once again, the feeling of her stretching skin sliding across you appeared. Raising your head from the pillow that was the maidâs tit you saw sheâd laid basically fat on her back, and your viewpoint was slowly rising. Before, two of her boobs covered your body, not now, after just a few moments of another growth spurt, you couldnât grab a hold of anything but the single tit you were smothered against. Across an increasing chasm, to your left, you saw her free hand frantically pulling and twisting the other boobâs nipple. âI wonder if the room is going to be big enough for the bust you want.â Her words draw your attention back to her now flushed face, wearing a devilish smirk, as you still slowly rise further away from it.
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