Original Author: jimhiggins
You pause for a long moment, staring up in amazement at the colossal mechanical servant towering a few stories above your household. You're completely at a loss as to what to do or say – in your mind, "improvements" certainly hadn't translated into "extreme growth" when you read the details of your new robotic maid.
She patiently waits as you slowly examine her artificial but oh so incredible and enticing curves, somewhat hidden beneath her sexy French maid outfit. Before long, however, she nods resolutely and begins to straighten up once again. "Since you are not responding, I assume you wish it to be so. Once more converting surrounding dust and unneeded elements into components."
Before you can react, you see her stretch one glove-covered hand out, fingers spread. Suddenly, it morphs and lengthens, forming into what looks to be a vacuum cleaner hose and fan attachment... a fact quickly proven true as she turns and simply begins to suck things up throughout the neighborhood. You can't really tell from your vantage point still inside your own home, but you're hoping that she's not targeting other houses... or people.
Your floorboards offer a keening groan, and you look down to realize that her foot is starting to grow again, along with her entire body. A little worried for your safety, you dash for the front door, hoping to leave the premises before your new maid's feet bring it down around you. Once outdoors you glance upward, hoping beyond hope that your pretty robotic servant hasn't become a harbinger of doom, callously absorbing humanity and all its advancements just for the sake of "improving" herself.
Luckily, it seems like she's holding true to her word, spending all her effort on sucking up garbage, dust, and scrap metal. You are a bit curious about the random trees and rocks that seem to get absorbed, as well as a couple swimming pools full of water, but you don't really know what to say about it. Maybe they're needed for coolant or something...
Suddenly, a loud splintering sound brings your attention back to closer matters at hand. You glance down in shock and realize that your once-small robot maid is now slowly destroying your house with her ever expanding legs and feet. Wood fragments and shingles are spilling all over your lawn, and you can hear the clink of shattered dishes and the hissing of ruptured water pipes. Your jaw drops in consternation as you mentally tally up the damages. This maid was supposed to be helping you?!
The ground rumbles ominously, and after a moment, you see a bus-sized shoe emerge from your collapsing household, the shiny black surface completely obliterating all wood, brick, and mortar in its path. It hovers briefly in the air for a short moment before moving behind your crumbling property and slamming with a ground-shaking thud upon your back lawn. The second shoe follows the first, and after another teeth-rattling step, you find yourself on your butt, staring numbly at the remains of your home and the enormous sock-clad legs behind it.
You don't have long to contemplate the current state of affairs, however. Before the last rumbles of that final step can fade, a fantastically loud roar begins to fill the air, and you glance up in sudden horror. Sure enough, your maid is slowly swinging her vacuum-arm in your direction, no doubt intending to "clean up" the mess she had just made. Her completely impassive face seems incredibly foreboding and monstrous now, as if you've become a mere insect to be swept up and discarded.
You scream out in terror, but there's little you can do. The extremely powerful suction easily pulls you and the remains of your house into the air and down your maid's vacuum-arm, deep within the mechanical titan. You yell again as you flail and bounce among the debris flying down the pitch black hose, certain that you're about to meet your end as you endure countless minor cuts and bruises, when you're suddenly shunted into a much smaller tube. This tube is actually lined with a number of lighted panels, illuminating the metallic chute. There's not much else to see other than you and this long tube, but at least you're not surrounded by junk in complete darkness anymore. After a moment, you encounter a rather cool mist as you travel, and strangely enough, you even start to feel better again. You glance down in astonishment as the mist seems to cling to your wounds, sealing up the minor cuts with a skin-colored jelly and mitigating the discoloration from the bruising. You're baffled, but now a bit hopeful. Perhaps you'll survive after all...
After what seems like a long minute or so, you suddenly come flying out of the passage and are surprised by the sudden glare of sunlight. For one horrified moment, you deduce that you've just been ejected from her body again, and are likely soaring a great number of feet above ground level. Gravity reasserts itself, and your stomach drops faster than the rest of you as your upward ascent slows to a stop before reversing direction. You tightly close your eyes, screaming once again, deciding that this is a much crueler way to go, especially after being healed.
Abruptly, you feel your body impact a rather soft and giving surface. Still, the impact is sudden and jarring enough to bring you to a few hacking coughs.
"Don't worry, Master. I have you now. Please relax."
You start at the loud but pleasant voice that seems to penetrate your entire being. Taking a few deep breaths and blinking to clear the spots from your vision, you turn toward the source of the greeting.
"See, Master? Everything is perfectly fine. I could not possibly bring myself to directly cause you any harm. It is against my primary programming."
You barely hear her, though you do log the information in your memory. Right now, you're just a bit too preoccupied by the extremely enormous face filling your entire field of vision.
She really is quite beautiful, now that you can see her up close. Even knowing that she is entirely artificial, her skin looks creamy and smooth, her hair seems lustrous and sleek, and her lips appear kissably soft and even glisten somewhat, though you know it can't be due to saliva. Everything about her features scream "I am a gorgeous sexy woman!" and you find yourself imagining what it would be like to hold and caress such a beautiful creature...
Of course, since those lips seem to be at least as tall as you are, that places a severe damper on your fantasy, even as you try to escape the unbelievable reality before you. You estimate her head somewhere in the vicinity of 150 feet in height, which would make her entire body at least 1000 feet tall. Glancing slowly to the left and right, you realize with trepidation that you're sitting on the gloved palm of her left hand, suspended few hundred feet above the ground. Subconsciously, you grip the fabric beneath you as tightly as possible, just in case. Returning your gaze forward again, you proceed to stare at her face for a very long time, your mind having shut down in the whirlwind of changes and commotion over the past half-hour.
The giantess maid simply stares back, her expression not changing. "I am very sorry that you were injured earlier," she begins once again, likely because you have failed so far to respond to any of her statements. "I have tried my best to tend to your wounds. Do you hurt anywhere, Master? Is there anything I can do to ease your pain?"
You blink, your mind rebooting somewhat at the memory of being vacuumed up, along with the remains of your house. After a few heavy breaths, you feel centered enough to respond.
"Ease my pain?! What were you thinking, earlier? You vacuumed me up... along with my house! You simply destroyed it! How was it an 'unneeded element'? Now I don't even have a place to live!"
She cocks her enormous expressionless head slightly to the side, a disturbingly human motion, and easily replies, "Yes you do, Master. I merely incorporated your old house into myself. From now on, my own body is your home. You are free to dwell within me for the rest of your days, and I shall provide you with every possible need."
Your jaw drops and a heavy blush colors your face. "W-within you?!?"
She nods. "Shall I show you to your front door?"
You gulp. "Uh... s-sure?"
An incredible sense of vertigo nearly overwhelms you as she lowers her hand to her midsection. You almost find yourself flying into the air, but your iron-tight grip on her glove practically keeps your body from budging. After you stop moving, you pause for a moment to catch your breath and your bearings. At your current position, you're level with a twenty foot diameter cylinder extending slightly through a slit in her outfit, around where a human's naval would be. Strangely enough, your old front door, complete with porch and a couple steps, adorns the end of the protrusion. You blink in astonishment, and a moment later the porch light shines invitingly.
You lean back, your eyes widening as you spot your maid looking down at you from above her impressive bosom. Blood rushes to your head, and you feel even more overwhelmed than before.
"Well, Master, is it to your liking?"
You slowly nod in reply.
She offers a small smile, the first reaction of any sort you've seen on her face, before resuming her impassive stare. "Well, what would you like to do next? Do you wish to explore your new home? Or shall I improve myself some more?"
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