This choice: One of the Mansions maids... • Go Back...Chapter #6One of the Mansions maids... by: Somebody   You looked up in awe at the world around you, barely taking notice of your current nudity due to the sheer awe of the world you now inhabited. The booth you just exited soared monstrously high into the air, like a towering black monolith. The Spell Book's pedestal was like a tower, stretching infinitely upwards, and the table holding the vial of liquid was monstrously wide, huge enough to hold entire cities!
So enamored by the view, you were, that you didn't notice the booth begin to make a whirring noise. "Dispensing user garments in 3, 2, 1..." it said, a hole opening up on the side. Looking around, you barely noticed the door opening and a titanically huge, high-heeled foot step inside as your vision was suddenly obscured by a giant pair of panties slamming into you, knocking you out.
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The Maid entered the room, leaving her cart full of various odds and ends she'd been cleaning up outside. Her cute, yet sexy maid outfit fit her outrageously proportioned body perfectly, although the maid didn't seem to be pleased having melon-sized breasts. "Mes seins si lourds..." she muttered in a french accent. "Ah wish ah could take these away... but, the Lord likes them, so ah shall deal with it." Shaking her head, she began to look around the room, seeing if anything needed to be cleaned. Everything seemed to be in order...aside from the clothes scattered across the carpet. "Mon Dieu..." she said quietly. "Why can nobody, ah... propre... clean up their messes?" she asked herself, gathering up the clothes before her. She started with the shirt, picking it up and neatly folding it, stepping out of the room to set it on the cart, next to an ancient tablet and a glass of glowing liquid. She repeated the process with the jeans, then the bra, and finally, the set of bright, purple panties.
Only, she didn't immediately put the panties away. She examined them closely. Not due to any voyeuristic interest (although one tends to be more on the kinky side to find themselves working in Lord Prospero's mansion), but just because she didn't recognize the violet color. "There must be a le visiteur... ordinateur, qui utilise cette machine durer?" she asked the computer, not bothering to speak in english, as the booth seemed to cover every single language on the planet. "A woman used the machine last. Age: 18. Previous height: 5'4"." it says robotically, though with a strangely womanly tone. "And, ah... what is her taille actuelle?"
"Current size: Quarter of an inch tall."
The maid shook her head. "She must 'ave thought it was ah joke... pauvre fille... at least the magic of the mansion will keep her safe, it always does." she says to herself, walking back out towards the cart, to put the final piece of clothing with the rest of them...
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Wearily, you opened your eyes, and suddenly snapped to your attention as you realized just how fast you were moving. Looking around, while now clinging on to the purple cotton you were situated on with all your life, you looked in front of you, and saw the largest pair of tits you've ever seen. They must've been hundreds of feet tall, if not more. And looking up, you saw the face of the cute, french maid, her eyes obliviously stealing glances towards the under garment you were placed on, not noticing your presence.
This was not good. You had to be at the machine in 24 hours! And now you were thousands of feet away from it, and going ever farther each second! Looking towards the cart she was about to place you on, you vaguely notice that it's covered in other strange artifacts that the maid has picked up during her cleaning. Could they change you back? Or would they make things worse? Either way, the booth was a safe choice, but to stay there for a whole 24 hours...
Your time is short; if you want any hope of catching the maid's attention, you have now and only now...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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